Power Struggle.
In 1983, I had a number of power encounters with otherworldly beings, or as I have come to understand, demons. To the best of my recollection, I will here recount one of these encounters, with as little embellishment as possible. I, being a Christian with a past history in the occult, was aware of the existence of evil personalities even before my radical conversion to Christianity.
One evening, after returning from a 2 day road trip, meet with a couple of friends at a coffee shop, and suggested we go somewhere and pray together as was a common occurrence in those days. I drove to the base of a small mountain called Knox mountain, known for the Knox mountain Hill Climb, here in Kelowna B.C.
After getting settled, and finding out who had specific prayer requests amongst the 5 of us, I began to pray for the Presence of God to manifest among us. The man in my passenger seat named Paul, was an enormous man about 6 foot 5 and 350 pounds. As I was praying, suddenly he yelled "SHUT UP"! I felt a sensation as though being punched in the stomach, and felt overwhelming dread and terror consume the atmosphere in the vehicle. I turned, dismayed and said "what?!". He again yelled "SHUT UP!". As I looked at him, I could see in his countenance and his eyes had a mist of darkness surrounding. Sensing the presence of evil, I said "I rebuke you in the Name of Jesus Christ". He began to squirm as though fighting against unseen shackles, and I asked everyone to join me in singing "O, the Blood of Jesus." At this point, while sensing a definite flow of power, an electrical current flowing in the vehicle, His voice lowered to an inhuman level, and he yelled "THE FIRE!, THE FIRE!" and opened the passenger door to get out. I grabbed the hood of his poncho, and held him inside, because I thought, if there's fire, let's burn this thing. He went limp in the seat, and I thought maybe the demon was gone, when suddenly, he drew back a huge fist and smashed the interior light dome to pieces. He then sat up and, seeing my wooden cross hanging from the rear view mirror, punched the mirror right off the window, and with a second blow smashed the wooden cross in two pieces when it hit the seat. He then turn toward me, fists raised, while I was praying in tongues* as words failed me completely. He began to punch at me in what seemed like slow motion, and I blocked and parried his punches as though we were underwater, moving slowly. At this point all I could think was "I can't do this", and as I focused more and more on myself, he sped up in direct proportion. (I know that the focus must be on the power and ability of God, and not my own experience or ability.) At this point I simply turned toward the window and gave up. I mean I was convinced I was going to get the beating of my life right then. I Immediately felt a surge of power come up through my toes, rush up and out the top of my head, and I lost consciousness. He had not made contact with me. According to the 3 others in the back seat, one of whom became my future wife (for 4 years), his fists repeatedly hit an invisible barrier 6 inches or so from my head, with such force that the car was rocking back and forth. When I "came to" I turned to see him lying back on the seat crying like a baby, and there was nothing in the atmosphere but peace and tranquility. The demon was gone by the grace of God.
I believe that I had a hard lesson in self righteousness that day, relying on myself, and not the righteousness of Jesus alone. God alone is Holy. This is one of a half dozen such experiences I have had to date, and all I know is the spirit realm very very real, and God is alive!
* tongues -Among the gifts of the Spirit the apostle enumerates in 1 Cor. 12:10-14:30, "divers kinds of tongues" and the "interpretation of tongues.
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