March of Mephisto - Kamelot [The Dragon's New 'Favourite' Song]
While Mackenzie & Co. had continued to stalk, threaten and harrass me at Aralia Street in Nightcliff, it began to dawn upon me that it seemed to be about will. After years of mind altering states, it was like I had no will of my own. Mackenzie also wanted my 'focus' on him, rather than Jesus, and rather than anything else that I might be focusing on. This seemed to give him power, permission, access somehow, to my mind and to my life. The demons had been correct in that I was new at all this. I had jumped camps and abandoned ship. I was a traitor to Lucifer now and forever more. I had betrayed them. I had deceived him. She's no princess. I was consorting with the enemy in Jesus Christ. Of course The Dragon and Co. would accept me back, anytime I chose it. Because, as I had since found out, I did have a choice afterall.
The Dragon was able to do many things, that were well beyond my reach and understanding and in his better moods, he tempted me with knowledge. But moreso than not, I sensed that he was weakening. I then came across a song on YouTube titled, 'The March of Mephisto' by the band Kamelot, that I began to watch a number of times, and in which The Dragon was to very quickly send me another 'computer generated synchronicity' which read, '... I think I may have a new favourite song'.
But he wasn't the only one. I had begun to know a different tune. He thought that he could just move into my space in order to sexually and emotionally intimidate me day and night, to touch my face, to press me down on my bed, to hover around my bedroom, to shake me up and down, and then slice my body in half with his invisible knife?! I was weary, so weary of him and his death threats. He was meant to kill me months ago, but it still hadn't happened yet. I wanted him out of my life for good.
I had spent alot of time, in fact, weeks and months just weeping or sobbing. It was the shock of the knowledge that I had received. It was knowing that Jesus, the beloved Jesus from my early childhood, was still alive and present, that he had not just died, it was the certainty of God, and His unending enduring love, it was my grief in seperating, not only from 'human society' as I had so often refered to it, but from 'the natural world' as well. It was the pain coming back into my body, like blood rushing into my fingers and toes, the body still captive to a fallen and accursed world, a world of pain and suffering. It was the relief of knowing that I could not 'save the world', that God was in control, that God made the plans, that God carried them through, that He had returned to save us all, and that sinners like me mattered to him, along with every lily of the field and every tiny sparrow, and that any false attempt to act as little gods in order to evolve, transform or change the broken dying world, as human society grew progressively worse, was from the devil himself. It was a letting go of a million false belief systems in preference to the only and only truth.
It was letting go of rituals, cultural identity, racial memory, ancient traditions and generational curses. It was the beginning of a worldly death that led to a life that I never dreamed existed. It was the cringing from the light of God's holy love, because I thought that the false light of 'the new age' that I had walked in, had been bright enough. At least it was a light that I could cope with as a little self sufficient co-creating god. But, this strange new light, so loving, so holy, so knowing, so vast, and yet so intimate and so personal. Even a holy angel sent as a messanger from such a being, was enough to have me on my knees trying to to crawl under my own bed.
It was that God came after me, and the inescapable, indescribable, indestructable goodness and love for a sinner like me, and the shattering of my spirit, as just a pin prick of His gentle holiness touched me at intervals. And from Satan's demonic armies and death camps, his spirits of the air, and his powers and principalities came more emails, synchronicities, telepathic interference, as well as their limited affect on time, space, matter and consciousness, for there were certainly limitations on both the abilities and the intelligence of these ancient beings, as impressive and seductive as they were, yet mere creations themselves, who had set themselves up as pagan gods, in order to decieve and guide every human, from every created belief system, straight into the pits of Hell. It was the disappointment in the evil behind everything they did, their absolute hatred of humankind, made in God's image, beings that I had desired and loved in my heart, as they sought my destruction. It was knowing who they really were and what they had planned for me and any other human being, that they found was outside of the protection of Jesus, the saviour of humankind.
It was the knowledge that the majority of humanity are currently bound for Hell, under a deception so vast and so permeating, that there is only one way out, and how, that God Almighty Himself, had always planned for this ... that put a new fire of determination down inside my belly. The Dragon & Co. could still be terrifying to me, in the current condition I was in. But whatever he did, was now quickly turning from a fascination and attraction, into bothersome and irrevelant, since I was now very slowly beginning to sing to a different tune, and to dance to a different beat.
And here is my 'new' favourite song, for the adversary posing as god and man:
IN THE NAME OF JESUS!
[Update 2014: "I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel." [Genesis 3:16The Holy Bible, KJV]]
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