Fasting, exorcisms, and a reason I don't like meds

 

So, I’ve had a pretty bad headache the past two days.  Three days ago I decided to attempt to fast again, but day two I developed a bad headache from going without coffee, and my mom thought I was sick and needed to eat, and she doesn’t really trust fasting at all, especially considering how sick I got just before I went in the hospital this past time. I got sick all in the shower, and then I thought if I was dehydrated I should have a smoothie, and promptly vomited up blueberries all over the bathroom.  That was gross to clean up. So, mom is overly cautious when it comes to fasting. However, I heard the coolest story about fasting.  Apparently, every day you fast and go without food, you glow in the spirit world. So each day that passes, you glow brighter and brighter. This one guy decided to fast for 40 days, and on day 39, he looked up, and saw a red translucent dragon over him. He just told him in the name of Jesus be gone, and the dragon left. But, the guy was shining so brightly satan himself came to tempt him. Oh dear, now you know, I’m dying to try it. I’ve gotta get some smaller fasts in though, like, 3 days 3 nights to begin with. But, I decided to get off coffee now so my headache when I fast won’t be near as bad. Anyhow, we all need to get into fasting more. It really should be a regular part of our ministry.  Like, fasting one day a week every week. I can’t tell you how to fast exactly, only that it’s part of our walk and needs to be a regular discipline.

All that said, finally my headache is gone, and I can think again!  

So… I cut myself short, I think, things that happen to me are not necessarily normal, particularly when I’m in the hospital. There is something supernatural going on.  I just, when I don’t see things right away I doubt. But, when I pray certain prayers I know things are going on… things come to my memory at different times.  It’s more just, I’m coming off the manic high and tempted to go into a low. I’m trying not to go low, not too too low. It’s hard though. That’s the problem when you get so high, the drop to depression is pretty steep. I’ve got some tools I’m working, and a new friend I made from the program, so that’s good.

         I thought I’d share a little about exorcism today.

         In 2009, when I was, I mean, I already was full blown manic, but… I wasn’t sleeping, and the week before I wound up in the hospital, my friend I was staying with sent me to Charlotte to stay with her mom, because I think I was a distraction from her job or something.  Anyhow, on my way to Charlotte, I got really drowsy. I also knew, though, that demons can put you to sleep. So, I was praying that Satan would leave me, I don’t remember exactly what I was praying, but, I arrived at my destination. Of course my hostess was playing tennis, but I went inside, and the dog was there. A litte Chihuahua dog! And I was still praying for the devil to leave me, and suddenly I did feel 1000X better and lighter, and the dog was barking at me like crazy!  So, I made the logical conclusion that, whatever demon had been oppressing me had lept into the dog!  And I began to chase the dog around the house trying to get it to be still and let me pray over it. I even blessed some water to put holy water on the dog.

         The dog’s owner came in, and was like, Stacy you’re crazy, and she took the dog away.  But I had a thought on my way upstairs to take a shower – the devil cannot stand our praise. The devil hates sincere praise to God. So, I started singing whatever praise song came to my mind, at the top of my lungs. When I came downstairs again, the dog stopped barking at me.

         When I went into the hospital that first time, the first woman I met on the psych ward told me my roommate worshipped satan and had even married satan. I don’t know how she knew that, but it was enough to put me on edge. I couldn’t sleep in there with someone who was married to the devil, I didn’t trust that at all! So, I prayed with her and got some of her demons out.

         It was in her eyes, you could literally see them… I don’t know how to describe it, but you could definitely see it in her eyes. It was like, the pupils blinked… It was weird. Cool. Anyhow, whatever I did do, that girl was forever grateful. She brought me 12 new pairs of underwear while I was there, because I was wearing 3 or 4 pairs at a time, you know, to keep the vampires away. (I admitted I was crazy in the hospital that time… and I didn’t have any garlic, okay?!)

         The staff though, they didn’t seem to like what I did, and they yelled at me, especially if I held her hand.

         That was my first time in the hospital. This past time was more frustrating when I went in.

         Obviously, I had been dealing with my incubus problem, which involved staying up until 4:00 am praying like crazy… watching YouTube videos that made me vomit… but the whole process changed my spirit somehow.  I’m Pentecostal now!

         Well, you know us Pentecostals, we want to get loud when we’re helping someone deal with demons in this way. When I got into the psych ward at Baptist, there was this one young lady who was obviously possessed, or oppressed, whatever you want to say, she was in bad shape.

         At that moment I was high and on top of the world, the hospital had confirmed that I am a prophet, and I asked her, do you want to be free like me?  I had the sense that she was a powerful sister, if she could break free.

         Well… I realized, there wasn’t much I could do for her without putting myself in a position to get shots.

         Then I watched her struggle, and realized, there’s no way she’d be able to break free on all the meds she’s on.  There was no way I could have broken free on my meds. They put you to sleep, and trust me if you have incubus that’s the last thing you want to do.

         I couldn’t tell her to refuse her meds. I couldn’t coach her in self-deliverance. I could only watch as she got worse and worse.

         At one point she had on two masks at once, and I was like oh no they’re brainwashing her, and she had another and started towards me, but I walked around pretty quickly like, no thanks.

         Oh my goodness, she would slide on the floor in unnatural ways, she would start taking off her clothes, and I saw the strongman keep her bound.

         I didn’t like that strongman.

         What I saw was in the spiritual. The actual staff was a nice Christian guy.  But I saw him keeping a woman bound by giving her meds and making it impossible to fight.

         At one point she said, It was an accident, I didn’t mean to kill him, and I was like oh wow, no wonder she’s messed up. And, no wonder they give her tons of meds.

         In my mind, I saw people walking. Lots of people walking. Not sleeping, just walking. And destroying the psychotic medications and places where they make them.

         I don’t know if we’ll sleep in heaven. I have this sense that we won’t need to.  I’m sure we’ll rest at times, but I don’t know if we’ll have to sleep at all.  Mind you that’s because I went without sleep and felt perfectly fine.

         But there definitely won’t be meds.