So I was trying to wake up from a nap and I was stuck in this place between sleep and wake(sleep paralysis) and this is when I experience the supernatural world sometimes. This person(it seemed) was massaging my neck, trying to help me wake up, and I was thinking wow, this feels nice. So, I asked the "person," who are you, and angel? It said no, I am not an a. I said, well are you Jesus or Satan? The person said well, I guess I am neither. Well then what are you.... a demon? Weeellllll, the person said, I guess you could call me a type of demon. Then I asked again, are you Satan? Then the person responded, you either have to love me or hate me. Well, are you Satan? Because I hate Satan. The person responded, well, God put me in this world to become a sort of Satan. So, I yelled at the thing to get out of my house in the name of Jesus, and that I loved Jesus with everything and that nothing could stop me from loving him...our bond was unbreakable. As the thing was leaving I was shouting at it with all that was in me with some scripture verses. I remember saying, Jesus said He is the way and the truth and the life and that no one can come to the Father except through Him. I realized my words were echoing into the town I was living in, because the door was now open. I realized I had been scared for the gospel to echo from my mouth into the public, but what I was saying was the Truth, and I knew there was power in my words...and it felt good, like a release, to finally blare the truth to the dying world. I seemed to now be in a city, in a very nice flat. The locks on the glass doors were electronic, and I was trying to lock them...and peering up at me from the bottom of the front stairs, which were quite long, was a wolf. I was a little scared he would come back in since I couldn't get the doors locked, so I pushed a button that I thought might unlock them if they were in fact already automatically locked. After I pushed the button, of course the doors unlocked, so the wolf came running up the stairs, and before it got to the door, I opened the door and threw my hand out in front of it and said something like the power of Jesus is mightier than and bear or wolf or bull, and can break any stronghold. The power that was coming from my hand stopped the wolf about five feet in front of me, and it threw the wolf back on the street.
"For though we live in the world we are not carrying on a worldly war, for the weapons of our warfare are not worldly but have divine power to destroy strongholds." (2 Corinthians 10:3-4)
I woke up, very out of it, got some food, and started recalling the dream. I was thinking to myself, what is this thing that God already put in the world, that would become some kind of antichrist. I had to either love it or hate it. OHHHH...money.
“No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money." Matthew 6:24
Then I was thinking about this beast that tried to enter my house a second time....the wolf I saw on the street at the bottom of the stairs. I was then reminded of the movie, The Wolf on Walstreet, that I had reluctantly watched with some friends a couple weekends ago. I could barely sit through the entire movie which was all about greed, selfishness, drugs, adultery, and the love of money. So, then I concluded that "The Wolf" on Wallstreet was not actually a person, but money.
"For though we live in the world we are not carrying on a worldly war, for the weapons of our warfare are not worldly but have divine power to destroy strongholds." (2 Corinthians 10:3-4)
I woke up, very out of it, got some food, and started recalling the dream. I was thinking to myself, what is this thing that God already put in the world, that would become some kind of antichrist. I had to either love it or hate it. OHHHH...money.
“No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money." Matthew 6:24
Then I was thinking about this beast that tried to enter my house a second time....the wolf I saw on the street at the bottom of the stairs. I was then reminded of the movie, The Wolf on Walstreet, that I had reluctantly watched with some friends a couple weekends ago. I could barely sit through the entire movie which was all about greed, selfishness, drugs, adultery, and the love of money. So, then I concluded that "The Wolf" on Wallstreet was not actually a person, but money.
