April 21st, 2017
Black female, 34 years
Q: So you know that if you hear that bad voice condemning you, that’s not God?
A: I asked God a question and He answered me.
Q: But you do believe in God?
A: Yes. But how were we created? All I know is, I believe in God.
Q: What about Christ? Genesis. In the beginning, God created heaven and earth. Christ is not God. You know?
A: But how do we know? I believe in the Son, Christ. I don’t believe in Messiah. I don’t believe on Jehovah Witnesses and that. I’m Baptist. We don’t know where HE came from and where He came from. I don’t like when people tell me what to believe. You believe what you believe; I’ll believe what I believe.
Q: God created Christ too.
A: But how do we know?
Q: I remember you telling me you had dreams about the devil. Any recent?
A: I’ve had some recently about God. I was talking to Him in my sleep.
Q: Do you want to tell me about them?
A: No.
Q: No dreams about the devil?
A: No, he knows now…
Q: Tell me again about the devil dreams. A: My dreams about demons usually follow from the use of alcohol, which makes me vulnerable. One particular time, I remember I laid down and closed my eyes. When I opened them, the room was split – one side was in dark shadows, the other side was bright and the people looked like they were in the choir. They didn’t move and didn’t say anything, but their eyes were big and round and they stared at me as if pleading.
I wondered why they didn’t say anything. From the dark side of the room I couldn’t see anyone, but I heard voices saying, “This is the true religion. He’s the real God.”
Still the people on the bright side of the room didn’t say anything but just stared at me as if hoping I made the right decision. On the dark side of the room, a hand reached for me. He didn’t show himself, but there was a dark shadow hand.
To those on the bright side of the room I said, “Well, y’all aren’t saying anything”, so I lifted my foot to move to the dark side of the room and my heart suddenly felt pinched and I said, “No!”
He got mad then and I remember him just kicking me in the chest. I describe it as a Bruce Lee kick.
Q: In your dream, did it hurt?
A: In my dream, yes. I fought though. I couldn’t beat him and when I got tired God jumped in.
Q: Any others?
A: I had a lot of dreams with demons. Once after drinking with a neighbor, I dreamed that a demon that looked like the one from the Exorcist was chasing me. I was very afraid and I was running. Another person was running behind the demon.
As I ran, it felt as if my feet were sinking in sand. When I was very tired, God lifted me up. I awoke with my sister standing over me. She said she woke me because I was shaking. She said she came downstairs because she heard feet running in the living room. She thought it was the kids but found that they weren’t home.
When I told her my dream, we were both surprised to learn that we were in a dream together. She was chasing the demon because she knew if she was scared, it would beat her. She knew she had God.
Q: I remember another you were telling me
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A: Wait. Hold on. This is bad news.
Q: What is it?
A: I’ll call you back.
A voice said, “She’s trying to get on the ground floor.”
This sucka sneering in my face cause I’m sitting on some floor with my book.
I say, “I rebuke you Satan in the name of the Father (never used “rebuke” in a sentence. Don’t know where that came from) cause I just talked to HIM and HE told me HE’s my Father, weirdo.”
So this sucka say, “I ain’t scared of you, nigga.”
He’s afraid of the choir - whatever that means.
I say, “So what. You better hope I can’t find another account because I hope it’s 20 pages.”
So he's sitting with my bracelet on and my wig and rocking back and forth crying. I guess he’s “playing” me.
I ask the Lord, “Can I put it in the book?”
He says, “If you want, but I don’t see it.”
He's funny sometimes. He prays for me too.