The Karate Kid has Nothing on Me

I had a couple of great dreams this week. In truth, one appears to have been a vision, not a dream, because I believe I was awake during part of it.

In the dream that may have been a vision, I saw a spirit in my bedroom, and as soon as I saw it, I was furious at it.

This thing had no color. It was clear and colorless, like glass. It was as though it were made of thickened air, so the air bent light and made the demon visible. Think of the Predator movies. It was bony like a skeleton, and it had a big square head with big jaws and a protruding brow ridge. It was very angry, and it had holes for eyes.

It rushed me and jumped onto me in my bed, and of course, I cursed it and commanded it to go and called down fire on it in the name of Jesus. I also beat on it as much as I could, because I was full of rage.

It somehow reduced my ability to speak, but it couldn’t stop me completely, as spirits often do in visions. I said everything I wanted to say, and I was much stronger than it was. It couldn’t do anything while I beat it. I really enjoyed it.

I threw it completely across the room once, and it jumped back on me, so I resumed clobbering it. I was disappointed when it left, because I was not finished.

Last night I dreamed I was in the house where I lived when I was in grade school. My parents were there. We went in the kitchen where the back door was, and the door was open. Things had been pulled out of counters and thrown around.

I went out the door and saw tools belonging to burglars. I said we shouldn’t touch anything because there could be fingerprints. I didn’t know I was dreaming.

A punk kid about 14 years old got on the porch. It appeared he was a burglar. He had a snotty attitude, so I grabbed him, put my left hand on his weak, skinny throat, and bent him backward, trying to snap his neck. He couldn’t do much, but he was able to squirm around and prevent me from breaking his spine. He could not get loose.

I looked out over the hedge and saw a group of punks walking down the street. One was a blonde guy who looked European. He was wearing jeans and no shirt. He was about 9 feet tall. He was thin and flabby with no muscles to speak of.

He was staring at me. He was very angry. He didn’t have the courage to do anything, though.

I went upstairs to get a gun, but I didn’t find any in time to kill him and his friends. I wondered if my guns had been stolen, but nothing was in disarray.

At about the same time I had these dreams, my wife had a dream about defeating some idiot who tried to steal from her purse.

So what do I think about these things?

I believe they have supernatural meaning. I think they show what happens when you are aligned with God. Before you and God become one, spirits push you around, because you have no authority backing you up. If you dream of spirits when you have no authority, they close off your air so you can’t call on God or curse them, and they paralyze you.

You could argue that I had sleep paralysis, which is something atheists use to explain away dreams in which people can’t move or talk. The theory is that if your muscles worked when you were asleep, you’d flop all over the bed and hurt yourself, so they shut down. The problem with this theory is that in my vision, I had a little trouble speaking, but I beat the demon like a little girl. If your muscles are paralyzed, it can’t be limited to your mouth and throat.

Spirits attack every single person on Earth, because they are punks with nothing else to do. They resent losing their special status and/or their bodies.

They’re a lot like the leftist thugs we see attacking people these days. One famous Youtuber calls thug and rioter antics “fatherless behavior” and “unemployed behavior.” Demons have no father and no real jobs, just like many of people in leftist mobs, so they’re completely ghetto. They are losers.

Demons are also bullies, and few things are as satisfying as the screams and tears of bullies. God teaches us how to humiliate bullies.

Bill Wiese claims he was taken to hell briefly, and he says that while he was there, he was tormented by two grotesque demons. They picked up him and tore him to pieces, and he somehow knew they were a thousand times as strong as he was. My experience was the opposite. The demons were weak, and I was strong. It made me think about the concept of favor.

When you have favor, you defeat your enemies no matter how strong and numerous they are. Then you don’t have favor, the tables are turned, and you end up like Bill Wiese in hell. The Bible says David killed his ten thousands. On the other hand, it says people who disobey God flee from their enemies.

People in hell are cut off from God’s favor, so it makes sense that they would be weak and helpless before the most defeated class of beings other than the damned. It also makes sense that people who stay close to God would rip demons apart in visions.

I told God I would be happy to torture demons in whatever ways he desired if he wanted to give me the job. I would never get tired of it. I would shove burning spikes into their eyes and twist them. I would pull their intestines out and wrap them around flaming logs. There is literally no limit to the horrors I would inflict on them. It’s amazing how much I hate them. I completely understand why God created the lake of fire for them. I feel about them the way Bill Wiese’s demons felt about him.

I couldn’t torture the worst person who ever lived, but an evil spirit is another story. Frying, shredding, slicing, electrocution, skinning, whatever.

The world is being centrifuged into two camps: the victorious and the defeated. If you’re not empowered by the Holy Spirit, you’re one of the defeated. I used to be one myself.

I think dreams and visions of victory over spirits are confirmation that things are going well. Our human enemies are insignificant. Without supernatural power behind them, they can do nothing. If you can terrify spirits that help your enemies, you will always be on top.