fatal mistake during spiritual warfare
Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 10:23 pm
Praise the Lord,
I had this dream a few days ago and even as I typed it out I could feel the grief all over again. I'm posting to see if anyone has any further insights.
We, my two children, brother Hank & an unknown young man, were in a bedroom in a basement apartment engaged in warfare. The window faced North & the door faced South. We were in fierce spiritual warfare and simultaneously being attacked by people (who attacked through the window). Demon spirits came in through the door in the form of animals. Sometimes there would be several at a time. I was flying and attending to the door. The demon spirits walked or slithered in then I would throw something at them from the air and they would start to rise up in the air towards me. The last three demon spirits came in, one small/minor one & two wolves. I grabbed the wolves tales & banged their heads off the walls and defeated them easily.
Now for the 'we'. My children were behind me in the room, closer to the window. My daughter was over a twin sized bed alternating between standing & hovering in the air fighting from the corner behind me. My son & the other young man were standing in front of the right window pane. There was a piece of plywood covering half of the open window pane & which they used as a protective cover from the 'human' onslaught from outside. My brother Hank was underneath the left window pane where he appeared to be supplying us with ammunition and weapons as needed. We had been in war for a long period of time but we weren't exhausted.
After I defeated the two wolves, there was quiet. I knew there was only one more spirit to war against, a serpent. The serpent was the more powerful of all the ones before. I wasn't sure when he would attack or what form he would take on. I hoped the people outside would stop attacking us & come to the knowledge that this spiritual warfare was more serious than their petty attacks. I hoped they would leave us alone so we/I could concentrate all our energies on this last battle. A young blonde man leading the 'human' enemies came up to the window to talk. Chad, my son, was crouching down behind the plywood, hidden from his view, and ready to throw some weapon or other if this 'meeting' was a set up. Hank was talking to the young man and simultaneously preparing ammunition and weapons for our next battle. The young man/leader, I think, agreed to some kind of cease fire. I was hovering in the air the whole time, totally alert & watching the door not knowing how long of a rest we had before the next/last major attack.
I saw Abner (our much loved family pet) walk through the door. I didn't know if the serpent had taken Abner's form to try & fool us. I looked for a weapon and saw only a file/rasp on the floor. I jumped down to the floor, grabbed the rasp and hit Abner on the nose & forehead area. Abner crawled inside a red nylon-mesh laundry hamper. I was watching Abner closely because I knew the pain from the blow would force or anger the serpent to take on his true form. But when Abner didn't change forms & started crying, I knew I had made a terrible mistake. I mortally wounded Abner and I felt I had to end his suffering. I was trying to strike a death blow but I couldn't land any blows because the laundry hamper was deflecting/absorbing the force of my blows. I called out to Hank for help and I was starting to sob. I woke myself with my groanings & felt a very deep grief.
I prayed fervently and finally allowed myself to sleep again. I asked the Lord not to take me back into that dream where there was so much sorrow and grief. I had another dream after with a very different 'flavour' to it.
a note: Abner's favorite place to play is inside that mesh laundry bag.
Thank you so much for reading.
In His Love, connie
I had this dream a few days ago and even as I typed it out I could feel the grief all over again. I'm posting to see if anyone has any further insights.
We, my two children, brother Hank & an unknown young man, were in a bedroom in a basement apartment engaged in warfare. The window faced North & the door faced South. We were in fierce spiritual warfare and simultaneously being attacked by people (who attacked through the window). Demon spirits came in through the door in the form of animals. Sometimes there would be several at a time. I was flying and attending to the door. The demon spirits walked or slithered in then I would throw something at them from the air and they would start to rise up in the air towards me. The last three demon spirits came in, one small/minor one & two wolves. I grabbed the wolves tales & banged their heads off the walls and defeated them easily.
Now for the 'we'. My children were behind me in the room, closer to the window. My daughter was over a twin sized bed alternating between standing & hovering in the air fighting from the corner behind me. My son & the other young man were standing in front of the right window pane. There was a piece of plywood covering half of the open window pane & which they used as a protective cover from the 'human' onslaught from outside. My brother Hank was underneath the left window pane where he appeared to be supplying us with ammunition and weapons as needed. We had been in war for a long period of time but we weren't exhausted.
After I defeated the two wolves, there was quiet. I knew there was only one more spirit to war against, a serpent. The serpent was the more powerful of all the ones before. I wasn't sure when he would attack or what form he would take on. I hoped the people outside would stop attacking us & come to the knowledge that this spiritual warfare was more serious than their petty attacks. I hoped they would leave us alone so we/I could concentrate all our energies on this last battle. A young blonde man leading the 'human' enemies came up to the window to talk. Chad, my son, was crouching down behind the plywood, hidden from his view, and ready to throw some weapon or other if this 'meeting' was a set up. Hank was talking to the young man and simultaneously preparing ammunition and weapons for our next battle. The young man/leader, I think, agreed to some kind of cease fire. I was hovering in the air the whole time, totally alert & watching the door not knowing how long of a rest we had before the next/last major attack.
I saw Abner (our much loved family pet) walk through the door. I didn't know if the serpent had taken Abner's form to try & fool us. I looked for a weapon and saw only a file/rasp on the floor. I jumped down to the floor, grabbed the rasp and hit Abner on the nose & forehead area. Abner crawled inside a red nylon-mesh laundry hamper. I was watching Abner closely because I knew the pain from the blow would force or anger the serpent to take on his true form. But when Abner didn't change forms & started crying, I knew I had made a terrible mistake. I mortally wounded Abner and I felt I had to end his suffering. I was trying to strike a death blow but I couldn't land any blows because the laundry hamper was deflecting/absorbing the force of my blows. I called out to Hank for help and I was starting to sob. I woke myself with my groanings & felt a very deep grief.
I prayed fervently and finally allowed myself to sleep again. I asked the Lord not to take me back into that dream where there was so much sorrow and grief. I had another dream after with a very different 'flavour' to it.
a note: Abner's favorite place to play is inside that mesh laundry bag.
Thank you so much for reading.
In His Love, connie