Philip's posts with tag: attack
|  | I went for a quick walk late Saturday to explore the neighborhood, French Hill in Jerusalem where I'm temporarily living. The Arabs say French Hill is "occupied" territory since it's east of the Old City and the Temple Mount that became Arabized under the Jordanian occupation. It is therefore in close proximity of Arab neighborhoods with their mosques and wailing minarets - over deafening loudspeakers; a form of noise warfare and a proclamation of Islam over the land. As so often happens when you think you're going for a nice relaxed stroll, this aggravating loudspeaker wailing started up. My usual reaction is to try to mimic what sounds to me like desperate bleating of a goat that's been slaughtered, so I go BEH BEH BEH... | | | and I also rebuke Satan loudly in tongues. Saturday I was walking around an undeveloped area outside a new community center when the wailing again started up, so I also started my usual noise regime of mimicking and rebuking, but then changed over to English and my mother tongue, Afrikaans, telling Satan what a filthy pig he is; but loudly, although there was nobody who could hear me. Then as I went on along a sandy path, my one sandaled foot caught on to something and I went straight down on my stomach and chest, breaking the fall with my hands and badly hurting the palms of my hands. Now let's be clear about this, I'm a strong walker and very steady on my feet, rugby-player steady in fact, you don't easily get me off my feet. This was no tripping and stumbling, though, I was thrown to the ground, although, as I've said I broke my fall with my hands and I wasn't "winded." The big toe of my foot that caught on a piece of wrought iron that was sticking out of the ground was a bit sore. I knew this was Satan "getting" me for insulting him and his demons. My immediate thought was, where was my angel? - actually my "Royal Guard" the Lord once told me. But it wasn't their fault, it was mine; I hadn't "re-activated" them since I'd been living in a very safe area the past 6 months, about 3- 4 km from the nearest Arabs. It was in a family home that was never locked and the doors and windows were always wide open throughout summer - except when the airconditioning was running. It certainly was a lesson to me not to enter into spiritual warfare before alerting my angels and raising the level of alert in my spirit. Perhaps it would be a good rule to mostly do spiritual warfare in "tongues" - especially if you have a family that could be targeted. I'm well aware of Satan's close ties with Islam; in fact Walid Jumblat the now Christian ex-PLO terrorist said straight-out in an interview that one of Allah of Islam's 99 names is the "Most High," that he can't be, so he is in the second slot, that of Lucifer. His attack on me for mocking the Muslim prayers also graphically confirms this, that I don't think Satan really wanted out in the open. Consequently he overplayed his hand and gave himself away. I had a similar, worse fall in winter while I was camping in a secret spot on a hill outside a commercial area near the Ben Gurion airport. I most evenings had to go down to the commercial area to restock, but felt a check in my spirit that particular day; a feeling that it might not be safe. When it got to the time that I usually went down, the feeling was still there, but I nothing tangible alerted me of danger, so I started on my way, but told the Lord to turn me around if he didn't want me to go. At a rocky patch I operated as usual with great care, even using a cane, but then as I stepped down to a flat rock about 30 cm lower, my cane slipped and I went down onto the rock with great speed. As I went down, though, I felt that my head was being held up to prevent me from smashing my face into the rock. My left knee and wrist took the brunt of it and were really sore. My first reaction was to say, "OK Lord, you've made your point" and to go back to my tent. Obviously, living under such extreme conditions with Muslim wailing all around on the hill tops, my angels were on full alert and protected me when I fell, but I'm still puzzling about it; were they told not to prevent the fall as a warning to me not to disregard what I picked up in my spirit?! | |
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