BATTLES OF SPIRIT
"Demons! the rising of one is the falling of another. I will crush to agony any being that relents on my order. My mission is to steal, kill and destroy. This night, visit every fruit that is ripe and harvest of it into hell"
"I am Lucifer. my mission is to supply the sons and daughters of men with the woods in order to keep their altars burning with sin and immorality. With this fire of sin upon the altar, we would slow back the move of the righteous one in delivering those under our bondage."
"David! that wise and righteous one of the most high has slipped out of our hands. In return for all my sacrifices, go!! hunt after them whose hearts are hidden."
"tonight, skin for skin and tooth for tooth. Spread the powder of iniquity upon the earth. Oil their hands to masturbate, broaden their eyes to pornography and lust. As they falls into these traps, stand awaiting with your sword. kill! and bring me the blood of the ministers of the Holy one." Lucifer addressed his demons
I jerked out of bed as if a force had raised me up. I was sweating profusely, my veins popping out of my skin and falling back.
I had just seeing a terrible future of Lucifer and his cohort who were gathered in hell preparing to launch out against the sons of men.
This was too fierce for me to behold. Despite not being a stranger to the appearances of the devil, this was different, I could feel the ambience of darkness pulling the hair on my skin to a stand still.
That night of the supposed wedding between I and Betty, after returning from the venue, I was driven straight home and spent time in the presence of God worshiping and praising him for not disappointing his word.
After this, I had concluded that this was over me and I was going to enjoy a nice night rest for the first time in months, but I was wrong.
This was the night I felt the anger of Lucifer more than ever.
As I was enumerating on these things, my ministering spirit appeared to me with his sword drawn.
Anytime he appeared smiling and had his sword in place, I would know that he had only go to me with a message but if his sword is drawn, it only means that he is on a mission to fight which concerns me.
*David!" he called out "this is not the time to stand and enumerate on what you have seen. It is time for you to rise and intercede. Please look!" he instructed and I saw in the firmament millions of angels gathered with their swords drawn. The only thing delaying them was my angel who was a commander over them.
"David!" he called out again and the vision of the angels closed
"The Lord has instructed us to guide his children and those He has shown mercy. We are commissioned to preserve their lives and shield them from the flying demons."
"Tonight is a night not to sleep but to war. You are required to stand in the gap for us on your knees as we carry out the attack. "
A vision was opened onto me again and I could behold another battalion of demons waiting for the eleven hour to descend upon the sons of men
"Why the eleven hour?" I asked my ministering spirit.
"In the spiritual, there is neither night nor day. Demons only operates in the night because that's the moment the sons of men goes to sleep. At this point, their operations would be most successful. Second to that, the eleven hour is the most sensitive. It stands in-between man's calendar of a day and the other."
"David, I go now!" he said and vanished
This was too heavy for me to give it a second thought. Without wasting time, I fell on my knees Immediately and began seriously interceding and asking God to arise and let the gang of the enemies be SCATTERED.
As I prayed, I was reminded; to be a minister of God, one must not be lazy. A true servant of the most high is hard working, zealous, committed and has no time boundary for operation.
Among all I was praying for was Prophet Timothy. His picture was appearing so strong on my heart as I prayed for him among a host of others.
What I saw on this particular night was beyond what I could explain. I prayed all through to day break.
Early in the morning, I decided to get hold of my phone and open up to social media for the first time in few days.
The space was littered with the manifestation of the power of God on the Saturday of my supposed wedding.
However, there were those who were raising alarms accusing me and asking that I should be arrested for using demonic powers to destroy the lives of people.
As I was scrolling, I had a car horn on my gate and I went to open up. It was Pastor Donald.
"Papa! papa! Prophet Timothy, prophet Timothy!" he cried out shielding his head with his arms
"What happen to Prophet Timothy?" I asked
"Papa! prophet Timothy; your friend is dead!" he broke the news to me
"Prophet Timothy is death?" I asked trying not to believe.
"Not just that papa. Apostle Micheal Ogabu is also dead?"
"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed.
The visions I had in the night and my prayers came to memory afresh.
"Come quickly, where is his body taken to?" I asked
" Not yet papa. He is still in the house. The police is carrying out investigation. He died with a strange lady in his bedroom last night. Early morning, the lady came out shouting that Prophet Timothy is dead. A friend of mine called to inform me. I rushed there and saw it for myself before deciding to come to you Papa."
"The devil is a lier!" I cried out and entered the car as pastor Donald zoomed off.
We arrived at the house and mate the police handcuffing the lady and taking her into the van.
When the people in the neighborhood saw me, a massive crowd of people began to gather until the place was filled to the brim.
I saw two officers carried out the lifeless body of prophet Timothy in a body bag and dropped it in the van then drove off living others behind.
"Where are you people taking him to?" I asked an officer beside me.
"We are taking him to the mortuary where we will begin our investigation on him proper to determine the cause of his dead. We are very much sure the lady he spent the night with has an explanation to give us as per his dead."
"Ah, Jesus! so this is the end of Prophet Timothy; in such a shameful manner. Indeed there are those lifting the kingdom and there are those bringing it to ruin." I said tearfully.
The crowd of people Continued to grow around me until I became embarrassed.
"Sorry sir!" an officer approached me
"We are sorry sir. Your presence is generating crowd sir and this could affect our investigation." He pleaded humbly that I excused the venue.
Pastor Donald who was standing next to me held my hand a ushered me into the car and we drove off.
Prophet Timothy was a well-known man of God who was a close friend of mine before he went off track. I thought about our last meeting and pain stroked my heart.
"No wonder I had the impromptu to pray for him ceaselessly."
I couldn't really count what the prayer had done to help him but I knew I had prayed
"Please take me to Apostle Micheal Ogabu's house." I instructed and Pastor Donald switched the lane.
It was a long journey which cost us an hour and thirty minutes to arrive.
When we arrived at the compound, we met the family, relative and friends weeping. He had left behind a beautiful wife with two children
He had gone to sleep and that was the end, he did not wake up.
When the wife rose early morning for devotion, Apostle Agabu was gone.
We mourn and prayed with the family, then returned back.
"Papa!" Pastor Donald called out while driving "I'm wondering sir, if it could be that Prophet Timothy and Apostle Micheal Agabu had a hand in the scandals you faced."
"No! no, not at all. The enemy has done this. That of Prophet Timothy I'm sure of the caused but that of Apostle Agabu is still a mystery to me, but I know the enemy has caused this." I answered him.
"Pastor Donald," I called out to him "we are in a game with Lucifer. In this game we are already winners but the moment sin detaches us from the substainer of our victory, the game becomes too dangerous for us and the enemy takes advantage of us. I know these words may seems heavy on your heart but ponder over them and the Lord will grant your understanding."
"Amen!" He responded and we went out of sight