Showing posts with label Jezebel Spirit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jezebel Spirit. Show all posts

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Vicarious Intercession


Dreams from the LORD 2003-2006
17 March 2005

Vicarious. Vicarious sacrifice. Vicarious intercession.

“Vicarious adj. [Lat. vicarius—see VICAR.] 1. Endured or done by one person substituting for another 2. Acting in place of someone or something else. 3. Felt or experienced as if one were taking part in the experience or feelings of another.” (Webster’s II New Riverside University Dictionary)

I hope that this isn’t a stretch, but when I prayed with that youth pastor last summer against a Jezebel spirit, I believe it was a vicarious intercession. A few days later, the Lord showed me “ripple effect.” I believe that that prayer is rippling outward in the spiritual realm taking out Jezebel strongholds. They (the Jezebel strongholds) are falling like dominoes all over the world. The prayer of a righteous man availeth much.

Since 2001, the Lord has shown me “Bush”, “George Bush”, “1600”, “White House”, “Washington, D.C.” and anything else that pertains to George W. Bush’s presidency. My life is a vicarious intercession for President Bush to keep Satan off of his back. President Bush’s decision to take out satanic strongholds in Afghanistan and Iraq is having a ripple effect in the Middle East and eventually throughout the world.

Before Joshua could take the Promised Land, he had to take out Jericho first. Before the Allies could take Europe away from the Nazis, they needed to take Normandy first. Before freedom can be established throughout the world, the Taliban and Saddam Hussein have to be taken out first. A mustard seed of faith is all that is required to get the ball rolling. Before Samson slew the thousandth and final Philistine, he started by slaying one Philistine and then two Philistines and then ten Philistines and then one hundred Philistines and so on and so on.

One man with absolute faith in God can move mountains and gain liberty for millions of people. Look at the life of William Wallace in Mel Gibson’s movie Braveheart. First William Wallace (with the help of several men—Wallace’s actions inspired other men to fight for their freedom) took out a local garrison, then another garrison and then eventually invaded northern England. His life inspired Robert the Bruce to fight and win against the English at Bannockburn in 1314. Wallace did not fight for money, land or titles; Wallace fought to make Scotland free from the yoke of tyranny.


The Jezebel Spirit
What is a Jezebel Spirit all about? 
Intercession

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Two Dreams: A Christian Cult and a Jezebel Spirit

Elijah meeting Ahab and Jezebel in Naboth's Vineyard

Dreams from the LORD 2007-2010
9 September 2010

Last night I had two dreams. In the first dream, I was with this man, woman and child and we were in this church group—it was really a Christian cult. I warned the man and his wife about this cult.

We left that group of people and went to this church building. The people were all dressed up for a Sunday service. But something was wrong. The man and wife and child and I walked through the church and out the back. There were people waiting for us in the back yard of the church. These people surrounded the man, woman and child. I walked back into the church and the people were acting very strange.

I walked back outside in the yard behind the church. The group of people had turned into a mob. They had tied up the man, woman and child in ropes and had lifted them up and were carrying them to this altar to kill them.

It was then that I yelled, “Come out of them, Satan, in the Name of Jesus of Nazareth!”

The people scattered and the man, woman, child and I escaped that church.

In the second dream, I was in this city. It looked like the downtown area. There was this big building and there was this crowd of people guarding the building. I walked up to these two guys and they were trying to attack the crowd of people at the building; the two guys were across the street from the building.

Then this big guy from the crowd of people attacked our position with a machine gun. We hunkered down behind this gravel pile. I then grabbed some rocks and began throwing them at the big guy with the machine gun. He was firing the machine gun, but the bullets bounced off of my body. I kept throwing the rocks at him until he started crying and ran back to the crowd of people near the building.

I then ran towards the crowd of people and yelled, “In the Name of Jesus, begone, Satan!”

The crowd began to split off in two directions (it reminded me of the parting of the Red Sea in the Old Testament). Then I came face to face with this woman who was the leader of this group of people. I then spoke directly at her very forcefully, “Come out of her, Jezebel spirit, in the name of Jesus Christ!” Then the dream ended.

Obedience: The Bondage Breaker
The Jezebel Spirit
What is a Jezebel Spirit all about?  
The Death of Hillary Clinton

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Thought for the Day:

What is the difference between a Muslim who studies the Koran and rejects Christ and a "Christian" who studies the Bible and rejects Christ? Absolutely nothing.

John 5: 38-40: " And ye have not his word abiding in you: for whom he hath sent, him ye believe not. Search the scriptures; for in them YE THINK ye have eternal life: and they are they which testify of me. And ye will not come to me, that ye might have life."

II Corinthians 3: 6: "Who also hath made us able ministers of the new testament; not of the letter, but of the spirit: for the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life."

Does Christ or Scripture Rule?

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Shiloh
By Tim Shey

Brutal deathdance;
My eyes weep blood.
Pharisees smile like vipers,
They laugh and mock their venom:
Blind snakes leading
The deaf and dumb multitude.

Where are my friends?
The landscape is dry and desolate.
They have stretched my shredded body
On this humiliating tree.

The hands that healed
And the feet that brought good news
They have pierced
With their fierce hatred.

The man-made whip
That opened up my back
Preaches from a proper pulpit.
They sit in comfort:
That vacant-eyed congregation.
The respected, demon-possessed reverend
Forks his tongue
Scratching itchy ears
While Cain bludgeons
Abel into silence.

My flesh in tattered pieces
Clots red and cold and sticks
To the rough-hewn timber
That props up my limp, vertical carcase
Between heaven and earth.
My life drips and puddles
Below my feet,
As I gaze down dizzily
On merciless eyes and dagger teeth.

The chapter-and-versed wolves
Jeer and taunt me.
Their sheepwool clothing
Is stained black with the furious violence
Of their heart of stone.
They worship me in lip service,
But I confess,
I never knew them
(Though they are my creation).

My tongue tastes like ashes:
It sticks to the roof of my mouth.
I am so thirsty.
This famine is too much for me.
The bulls of Bashan have bled me white.
Papa, into your hands
I commend my Spirit.

Ethos
February/March 1997
Iowa State University

Genesis 49: 10: “The scepter shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet until Shiloh come; and unto him shall the gathering of the people be.”

Saturday, July 10, 2010

The Jerry Shey Family

Satanic Stronghold

Dreams from the LORD 2003-2006
9 November 2006

I believe it was late this summer when I had a dream, but I have waited till now to write it in my journal. In the dream I was with a woman whom I knew back in my parents’ hometown in Iowa. She was a year older than me in school. Her dad was a dentist and their family were friends with the Shey family. She looked at me and said that her dad hated my guts.

I believe I had this dream because a year ago I sent copies of my Dreams from the Lord and Journal to at least two or three people in my parents’ hometown back in Iowa. If those people read some or all of my Dreams, then they probably passed it around to some other people in town. If anybody reads Dreams, they will see that it does not flatter Jerry [D.J.] Shey or the Shey family [Shey Family Foundation]; it exposes some of the wickedness that I experienced in that family. Jerry Shey is an unsaved Catholic; the dentist in the preceding dream, who hated my guts, is an unsaved Catholic; that dentist’s older brother (Fr. Tom Nash) used to be a priest at my parents’ parish (St. Cecelia’s Catholic Church) back in the 1980s—I believe he died around ten years ago. 

When I was around twenty-two years old, I told that priest that my dad put me in a mental hospital (in Mason City, Iowa) and had me pay the bill [around $1200.00]. That priest smiled at me and laughed: he wasn’t going to rebuke my dad for stabbing me in the back. Time and time again—before he put me in that mental hospital—dad would tell me that they would help me when it came to my depression. According to the Shey family, helping me is putting me in an institution and having me pay the bill. Such generosity and integrity. My dad was one of the biggest donors to that parish (my dad is considered to be a wealthy and successful businessman). At least that priest wasn’t stupid: he wasn’t going to bite the hand that fed him. That priest was also big into peace and social justice issues; he didn’t like President Ronald Reagan or the military, either; I doubt very much if that priest had a relationship with Jesus Christ. In other words, that priest was absolutely worthless. Now he has his eternal reward.

Just for the record: I later, at the age of twenty-four and twenty-five, spent some time in two mental hospitals in Washington, D.C. and one mental hospital in Cherokee, Iowa. I didn’t pay all of those bills, but it did wipe out my hard-earned life savings [around $4000.00]. Jerry Shey later told me (August 1989) that he paid for all of the hospital bills. Jerry Shey is a thief and a liar: I can see why he was such a good friend with that dentist and that Catholic priest. Demons of a feather flock together.

[Back in 1978, 1979 and 1983, Jerry Shey took money out of my savings account and used it to pay for my college tuition.

From May of 1981 till February of 1982 I lived in Ireland.  I took my hard-earned money to fly to Ireland and live there:  I wrote a novella, worked on some farms and traveled around Ireland.  Jerry Shey took credit for paying for that trip.]

Another Dream with General George S. Patton
Road to Perdition  

"The truth is like a lion; you don't have to defend it.  Let it loose; it will defend itself."

--Augustine of Hippo

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Matthew 10:36:  "A man’s enemies will be the members of his own household."

Luke 11: 11-12:  "If a son shall ask of bread of any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone? or if he ask a fish, will he for a fish give him a serpent? or if he shall ask an egg, will he offer him a scorpion?"

Ephesians 5: 11:  "Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them."  

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II Samuel 12: 1-6:   "And the LORD sent Nathan unto David. And he came unto him, and said unto him, There were two men in one city; the one rich, and the other poor.   The rich man had exceeding many flocks and herds:   But the poor man had nothing, save one little ewe lamb, which he had bought and nourished up: and it grew up together with him, and with his children; it did eat of his own meat, and drank of his own cup, and lay in his bosom, and was unto him as a daughter.  And there came a traveller unto the rich man, and he spared to take of his own flock and of his own herd, to dress for the wayfaring man that was come unto him; but took the poor man’s lamb, and dressed it for the man that was come to him.   And David’s anger was greatly kindled against the man; and he said to Nathan, As the LORD liveth, the man that hath done this thing shall surely die:  And he shall restore the lamb fourfold, because he did this thing, and because he had no pity."

 “A beast can never be as cruel as a human being, so artistically, so picturesquely cruel.”

―from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

What Can't Kill You Will Only Make You Stronger
Evil does in fact die
The Sermon

“The punishment of every disordered mind is its own disorder.”

–Augustine of Hippo

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My commentary on the film FIRST BLOOD (1982):

Sylvester Stallone does a great job of portraying someone who is suffering from some serious battlefield trauma and the effects of torture. Look at his thousand-yard stare: classic PTSD. He serves his country in an unpopular war and comes home where people spit at him and call him “baby killer”. He goes through hell in Vietnam and is rejected by so many in his own country.

The last scene with Colonel Trautman at the sheriff’s office where he is weeping before being taken into custody: a very powerful and moving scene. The war is not over for John Rambo. Painful memories persist. All of his friends are gone. A stranger in a strange land. I don’t know why Stallone did not get nominated for an Academy Award.

“As George Orwell pointed out, people sleep peacefully in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.”

–Richard Grenier