I just had spiritual fight against Satan. I just got out of bed and my thinking is not straight yet. He sent many fallen angels at me. I asked for help and there was nobody to help. No, there was one. I don't know who it was. There was one person who helped me. I was too busy fighting to see who it was. I don't mean jesus because he always helps, but there was another person fighting them, too.
A dark angel was killing my son's dog, too, while I was fighting the others. He had his hand around his neck chocking him. When I woke up the dog was at the foot of my bed chocking. I picked him up and took him outside for some air. He is okay now...
There were so many of them this time. I feel like it was somebody from this site who was helping me, but I was too busy to see. They were in another room fighting.
The angels came from everywhere, even from the toilet, and the closets. The walls. I was raising my arms and fighting. Some imploded and were cast away inside the firey sphere. Others then left. It was a lot of fighting. When it was quite I went to pick up some clothes off the floor and something from inside the closet was pulling on my clothes and trying to drag me into the closet with them.
I said By the Power of His Blood and the pulling stopped.
Michael Mullen, War of the Angels 74 Comments
[7/23/2006 12:00:00 AM]
Fundie Index: 13
Submitted By: Damned at Random