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Exposing The Deliverance Ministry

For the Demon-happy

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This chapter retards the deliverance ministry, which is the "sneeze," "cough," and "vomit" movement. People are conjuring up, coughing up, and vomiting up Charismatic spirits and looking like utter fools, satanically manifesting like godless pagans, sacrificing themselves to totem poles, a vomiting and manifesting machine-the Manifesting Ministry Movement. You don't have to watch William Peter Blatty's movie, The Exorcist, or see Rob Zombie's movie, The Lords of Salem, to see demonized witches manifesting. You can go to the nearest deliverance freak show and watch a bunch of professing pagans manifest to a crucifix and a beatbox. Conjure up demons and watch them manifest and fall out like an addict when black-tar heroin touches their lips. Hold up a plastic crucifix and watch the bodies hit the floor. Hold a metallic Catholic crucifix to their foreheads and watch them vomit hog and frog spirits. Say the name of Legion and watch heads twerk around 360°. Mention a Charismatic Jezebel spirit and watch them translate into go-go dancers for the kingdom of darkness. Have them sneeze and watch Jezebel, the wife of King Ahab, come thundering out of their nostrils, causing a postnasal drip. Call up, conjure up, and summon up the spirit of Ahab and watch them act like lobotomized primates and orangutans playing with live hand grenades. Mention a Charismatic Delilah spirit and watch them waver like a wounded whale. Conjure up a Charismatic Lilith and watch them become catatonic. Summon a Charismatic Leviathan spirit and watch them bunny-hop, pop, flip and flop, and act like barnyard animals during mating season. Say a memorized prayer mantra and watch their eyes swing to the back of their heads. Hold up an NIV translation and watch them gargle up spiritual spouses. Lay a crucifix to their noisy foreheads, conjure up Ariel, the mermaid spirit, and watch these professed Christian pagans choke on green-pea soup. Their heads will twist, and their chests will beat like a Blacksmith's Bellows. Their hearts will start pounding like a trip hammer. The Charismatic horde, Jezebel, Merman, Python, and Leviathan, will seize their vocal cords, causing them to speak in a deep voice like in a gospel quartet, and screaming obscenities like a spider-monkey madman. Say that Christians can't have demons and watch them become pale, turn frigged-air blue, and start screaming at the top of their lungs like a rioting, protesting, and billboard-holding LGBTQ member when you say there are only two genders: male and female. Go to an LGBTQ parade and a deliverance conference, and you will see that they both act the same. Homosexuals pervert the name of God under the banner of the rainbow, and deliverance fanatics manifest and pervert the name of God under the banner of the cross. The deliverance ministry has embarrassed and perverted the word deliverance, just like the LGBTQ self-entitled ignoramuses have used, abused, and embarrassed the rainbow. You can believe Christians can have demons, just like a trans female thinks it's a female. It does not make it true! Both are lies, whether genetically or doctrinally. LGBTQ members and deliverance members both have something in common: they both hate the truth. People who claim to need demon deliverance after becoming a child of God say that the blood of Jesus Christ could not set them free; the rejuvenation and regeneration of the Holy Spirit could not set them free; but a self-appointed, demon-happy, and manufactured deliverance altar boy has the power to set them free. If the demon-slaying blood of Jesus Christ did not set you free, I guarantee you that no deliverance Catholic altar boy is going to set you free.

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In time, I had a supernatural Apostle Paul conversion. The rigid plated scales fell off my eyes because I was formerly judicially blinded from the truth. I was released from my own intellectual incarceration, and the altar of the Baal of self came crashing down. The Lord showed up on stopwatch precision with the remnant of heaven and spiritually invaded and raided my soul. I had a divine intervention, which led to a Holy Spirit conviction that brutally sabotaged and crushed my drug and alcohol addiction. My escape from the Addiction Penitentiary System was the greatest jailbreak since Bonnie and Clyde. When God's anointing ascended upon me, it reconstructed and reset my internal hard drive, and a supernatural metamorphosis took place. My old nature was buried alive in God's presence, and I evolved into a new creation in Christ Jesus. God channeled my heart like a stream of living water, uprooted my calloused heart made of stone, and downloaded a heart of flesh within me. My lips were anointed by grace.I was utterly consumed in God's presence, clothed in His fragrance, and ingested in His love. God showed up, not on my time, but in His time, which is on time. God is never too early; He is never too late; it may be midnight or daylight, but He is on the way. Under His pinions, He picked me up as a hopeless victim of spiritual brokenness, and His consuming fire incinerated every atomic weapon of self-destruction. God will intervene in any situation and cross-pull the hearts of people who are broken and thoroughly exhausted from doing it their way and ready to do it His way. The lie that never dies is perceiving that you can do it your way. That is the fruit of stupidity! I eagerly seek the Lord early with all of me because I am sweetly broken and wholly surrendered. The righteous may fall seven times and rise again. God orders the steps of the righteous. Today, I have an unshakable relationship with my Savior, the Son of God of might and majesty, patience and power, grace and glory. His glory broke the stillness, silence, and stagnation of my soul. The glow of His glory is so bright and so brilliant; it lit up my life, and a spiritual revival exploded in my soul and transformed me forever. His glamor, grace, and glory reached down and redeemed me from the unredeemed in the lowest hell, from the highways and byways, from the guttermost to the uttermost. I was cursed, and I became blessed because the One who was blessed became cursed for me. When the blood of Jesus Christ touched me in Cypress, Texas, it transformed me and made me a new creature in Jesus Christ, the Father's Preacher. The blood of the Lamb covered the doorpost of my soul, and I was saved from the power, pain, and penalty of sin. My life transfigured into a spiritual ecstasy that has never faded. I will rediscover His love for me over and over. He will take me on an excursion of love because He is the Architect of love who has the blueprints to my heart and soul. Testimonies of what I have experienced and testimonies I hope to experience:¿I stood before the Lord like Isaiah. ¿I experienced rejection like Joseph. ¿I went through a wilderness like Job. ¿I've warned like Noah. ¿I was given a thorn like Paul. ¿I saw the fallen angels described in Jude 1:6. ¿I experienced seeing demons penned in Ephesians 6. ¿I experienced persecution like Peter. ¿I have experienced a born-again experience like every apostle. ¿Lastly, I hope to be raptured like Elijah. I am coming out of my Egypt, as I put my feet into the chilling waters of the Jordan, cross the river of death, and head into the Promised Land-table crumbs to the Marriage Supper of the Lamb. From chains to endless praise! I have eternal life, and I am not afraid of the terror of the grave. If somebody were to ask me, I would say my God is still the same!