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The Invisible War


“Hey boys, there he is…our target, our sole objective, our one goal. Such a fresh ambiance surrounds him, already bent towards evil since birth. Evil. Yes, say it again…evil. Make sure we give his dad an extra superficial peace today convincing him that he is doing the right thing. Look at that little guy. He’ll look beautiful in the underworld.  We can plan to bring him anguish for all eternity. That’s right dad, drive on toward the Jehovah’s Witness cult meeting and take your son into the darkness where you both belong. You’ve been doing this for the last year and half, keep it up. Keep it up. Hold his sweet, small hand as he walks into the concentrated blackness of our father’s work. Hi there, Wes. Welcome.”

And she kneels…

Boys, wake up and pay attention.  She just knelt…again. It is certain the warriors are on their way, so gear up.

Men, she is crying out…She is pleading for our might, our help, our strength. Make ready. The King of Warriors has commanded us to guard her son. The vile beasts surrounding young Wesley are venomous and are determined to fight us. Light the protective flames within your eyes. Let the fire burn at full potency. We will scorch their atmosphere with purity in our vision.  Your shield is required so put on your garments filled with blinding lightening. We will use it as a safeguard. It is solid and indestructible.  Put on your beryl colored breastplate. When they thrust their poisonous blows, your breastplate will remain impassable. Take the sharpened sword from your belt and have it inclined toward the disorganized hostility you are soon to encounter. Add on your burnished bronze leg plates, as we will need our steps to be fixed, strong, and precisely treaded today. It is time for battle once more.

Men…Protect. Defend. Guard. Keep. Uphold.

Fight. Battle. Combat. War.

She has obediently cried out. We will be vehemently ferocious. HE has commanded this fight and HE will not fail her.

Now, DESCEND.


They have arrived. Do not look at them directly. Their light will render you sightless for bits of time and you will be thrown off your course. Keep your weapons near you at all times. Their armor is impenetrable so don’t waste your time trying to pierce it. If you think they are going to speak, shut down your hearing. Their voices are like the roar of an uncompromising multitude. It is even more remarkably deafening when they are shielding a soul for future redemption. Hold on tightly to something near you until it is over. We cannot beat them when prayers are being invoked. Our only hope is to try and hold them off for a while and we will hold them off. Do whatever is required to keep our opponents from Wesley for as long as possible. Wes’s father has summoned us to this time and we will not give it up easily.

Chest out, boys. We will keep them at bay. We MUST have this child. Wickedness is not just our desire. It is our obligation to the creator of evil.  


Men, we have arrived. We can already feel the weightiness of the corruption inside this building filled with this toxic assembly. Do not fear. Today, we are being drawn in response to Wesley’s mother’s desperate pleas. Therefore, our only intention is the soul of Wesley. When we enter the enemy’s kingdom hall, you will be violently besieged. Barrel through the crowded room together with your supernatural vigor. Fight off every spirit you see. Move forward despite any harm you receive. Once you reach Wes, join his appointed angel in the struggle. Nicholas, place yourself in front of him. Protect the young man’s eyes. Let him see the darkness in this place. Let him see the gloom of the people all around him and then replace those pictures with visions of Truth. Show him pictures of our Father and His church. Show him Truth’s design. Remind him that this design is what he was intended for, not the one he is currently in. Matthew, place yourself over his ears. Cover them, so that no language of the enemy, not one word, would be able to enter his ear. His mother has read him our Father’s word every day of his life. As he sits in this depravity, speak softly within his ears the messages sent from our Father.  These words have already begun to take root in his heart and our speaking them will strengthen his belief. Josiah, stand behind him. Let none of our oppressors reach his mind. Keep the spirits of anxiety, worry, fear, hurt, doubt, anger, or bitterness, out of his mind. Replace those thoughts with hope, assurance, salvation and righteousness. If you run into trouble and are battling in an unusually rough spot, simply repeat the name that is always above all names, El Shaddai, for he will be our might in this conflict.

Men, let no piece of young Wesley be seen by the tormentors. Shine with excruciating brightness, blind the room. Hold together so that none of the tyrants can reach him.  You will be worn out. Keep fighting. If you are hurt, keep standing.  A soul is at stake and a mother is praying. Our vigilance has been demanded by the Father. We will not lose.

Now, go… and I will see you after the victory.

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