FIRST DAYS OF LIBERATION [3]: THE DRAGON'S LABYRINTH
While Mackenzie Had Led Me To A Tomb Of Death in Edinburgh, It Was The Dragon Who Rested At It's Centre.
Once I woke up, I was confronted with the great wall, that I had placed between myself and Christ, no Christian or church, no matter how corrupted some of them were, could forceably turn me away from Christ. This had been my own choosing, with The Dragon gently pulling the tablecloth from beneath my awareness, so that everything was still standing, but on a strange and sad reflective surface, rather than a tablecloth of bright white linen. What I did not see escaping me, I did not miss, at least not in an obvious way, so that ever so gradually, the dark surface of the table had shone with its own brightness, with his devouring eye upon me from its depths.
Waking Up With My Back Against The Wall
It felt like I had woken up in Jurrasic Park, with the huge bird or bat like creatures swooping around me, amid other hidden lurking dangers, all of which, I was only really guessing at, blind to this world and separated from my own. This was, of course, a spiritual experience, limited by a physical world, for the enemies of humanity are spirits, possessing wills, minds and intentions. They were beings, with wills intent upon conquering my own. Behind that wall, was the Christ I loved and I knew that God was part of this somehow. But for a while, I felt the presence of neither, only the angels of God, who now came over that wall, swooping down around me, with their very presence of Godly loyalty, holding off the enemy and protecting my spirit, while instructing me out of the situation. There was no time to think. I was so afraid, I just did exactly as I was told. I was in alot of trouble ...
Waking Up In A Daimonc Reality With My Back Against The Wall.
How had I ever got myself into this situation? I felt stuck on the wrong side of a high wall, that had been erected between Jesus Christ and myself and because of this, between myself and God. Yet The Holy Spirit had remained alive, somewhere within me, all along. It was suddenly terrifying to being waking up in a strangely bewitching enchanted world - a daimonic reality ruled over by The Dragon, where now, rather than being alive with desire and wonder, I was aware of the fact, of how powerless I was and how little I knew. I had not woken up from a nightmare. I had woken up inside a dream, that had rapidly distintergated into my worst fears. I should not be here. Help me, Jesus, help me. But Jesus waited patiently, showing me there was a wall, that had been slowly but surely erected, between himself and I, with every passing year and he gave me time enough to reflect on my present situation. God, what have I done? I had left the shadow of God's protection and I was left dangling on a thin thread. Around me the hideous demonic reality assaulted by soul, my body, my consciousness and did its handywork on atoms, electrons, space, time and matter.
My greatest fear was of never getting back alive, because I could sense my soul being dragged and moving towards the abyss of Hell simultaneously. It was my choice and yet it seemed like also being abducted against my will. Is this what it would have felt like to be sung by sirens? I felt that the only way out, may be to kill myself, although that would have taken me quickly to them, because guess who would have been waiting for my spirit on the other side? There was nowhere to run. "God help me," I whispered. I pleaded and pounded against that wall, as giant consciousnesses of unseen things, that still amazed my mind, were also salivating to tear me apart.
When I Said I Loved The Dragon, I Was Advised To Stay Even Closer To Jesus By A Holy Angel Of God.
Staying Close To Jesus
I was unable to hide how I felt about The Dragon. He had raised me from infancy. I said to the holy angel of God telepathically, What am I going to do? I still love him. I care about him. I felt abysmal in saying this, like I was the most hopeless case that ever lived. It was humiliating. But I couldn't hide anything from them. The angel sent from God was not perturbed. He was gentle and understanding. He replied, you will just have to move a little closer in, towards the legs. In my mind, I saw Jesus as my cover, like this huge mother hen, and me as one of the chicks, tucked protectively in beneath her cascade of feathers. I had expected to be chastised for being a fool. I had not expected to be invited to draw closer to Jesus. "For thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy." [Psalms 61:3, The Holy Bible, KJV].
I was shocked by his kindness and understanding. I was amazed that the expression of God and Christ that came through his holy being, that they would bother with me, a complete nothing. The angels said that I was vulnerable, still far too vulnerable to the demonic, because humans cannot love the devil. We must leave all dealings with such beings to God. He created them. He is dealing with them, just the same as He was dealing with us. So I looked out towards the unsafe and enchanted borders of the fallen ones, as I carouseled between sympathy, compassion, concern and attraction, to what they were placing inside my mind. Jesus was going to help me to reclaim what had been so carefully and insidiously stolen from me. I moved a little closer in, the heartbeat of The Lord my covering, my tower, my refuge and my fortress from the enemy. But I was still afraid, since I knew that The Dragon was very possessive.
Within You - David Bowie. From Labyrinth.
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