Everything in existence was brought forth by imagination. Nothing is impervious to the will of the imagination. The questions are, what can you imagine and what can you not imagine?
Recently, our youngest son woke in the middle of the night, screaming. He would not be consoled nor did he appear in physical pain. Yet, he writhed on the bed, screaming.
It occurred to me he was being possessed by demons. So I began to visualise a pure white light filling and engulfing the room. I could see the house transform from wood to crystal. I continued to cast out all that was not absolutely in alignment with our family's highest good and to cast out all that was not aligned with perfect love.
To my consternation, I found I could not cast out all darkness. The will of something was not leaving our house. To myself I said, wait a minute, this is my imagination, and I can imagine pure white loving light if I want to. So I added more of my will to the process.
The darkness began to leave, but still there was a hook, like a talon, keeping it tethered to our house and to my son. In that moment it occurred to me, I am not solely in control of my imagination. So I mustered what ever will was left in me to cast out this darkness, and finally it left. Simultaneously, our son ceased wailing and fell asleep on his mother.
In the end, I realised the power of the imagination is absolute, but it takes time and effort to have our imagination as our own. From the day we are born we are inundated with information that is not our own, from our parents, from teachers, the media, peers and a multitude of other sources. And these are only sources from with our physical reality.
Verily, it takes the ultimate act of surrender to get to our true selves and our own imagination. We must surrender all that is not us, and that is a lot if we've made in past the age of twelve. However, once we do, we must be careful. The world becomes our playground. We must find good teachers, and we must seek God. For, without guidance, we have no direction home.
Imagine that!
Recently, our youngest son woke in the middle of the night, screaming. He would not be consoled nor did he appear in physical pain. Yet, he writhed on the bed, screaming.
It occurred to me he was being possessed by demons. So I began to visualise a pure white light filling and engulfing the room. I could see the house transform from wood to crystal. I continued to cast out all that was not absolutely in alignment with our family's highest good and to cast out all that was not aligned with perfect love.
To my consternation, I found I could not cast out all darkness. The will of something was not leaving our house. To myself I said, wait a minute, this is my imagination, and I can imagine pure white loving light if I want to. So I added more of my will to the process.
The darkness began to leave, but still there was a hook, like a talon, keeping it tethered to our house and to my son. In that moment it occurred to me, I am not solely in control of my imagination. So I mustered what ever will was left in me to cast out this darkness, and finally it left. Simultaneously, our son ceased wailing and fell asleep on his mother.
In the end, I realised the power of the imagination is absolute, but it takes time and effort to have our imagination as our own. From the day we are born we are inundated with information that is not our own, from our parents, from teachers, the media, peers and a multitude of other sources. And these are only sources from with our physical reality.
Verily, it takes the ultimate act of surrender to get to our true selves and our own imagination. We must surrender all that is not us, and that is a lot if we've made in past the age of twelve. However, once we do, we must be careful. The world becomes our playground. We must find good teachers, and we must seek God. For, without guidance, we have no direction home.
Imagine that!
This is an amazing, inspiring story!
ReplyDeleteThat took real presence of mind and a whole bunch of courage and faith at a time of crisis.
As a parent myself, I know the desperation of not being able to relieve the distress and suffering of your child no matter what you try.
I've heard similar stories in which nothing worked until the folks involved kept "pleading the Blood of Jesus" over the situation until the manifestations stopped, in many cases after only a few minutes.
One could "plead the Blood of Jesus" over one's home and family everyday for ongoing protection.
I find that when I'm in the midst of some dark mental energy, if I keep repeating "I plead the Blood of Jesus over this situation (or condition or issue), and I ask for perfect resolution now, and I give thanks for the perfect solution and answers now, in the Mighty Name of Jesus," then I usually get the result I asked for, or better.
Sometimes the answer is "No", or "not yet."
I'm just glad you took command and that your son got relief and is well.
A Man is the protector of his family, and it's so good to see real results of one's faith and efforts in times of family crisis!
May God continue to bless you and your family.
"The effectual fervent prayers of a righteous Man availeth much!" James 5:16