Satan’s Time? Is he waking you up?
“In folklore, [Satan’s Time] the witching hour or devil’s hour is a time of night that is associated with supernatural events, whereby witches, demons and ghosts are thought to appear and be at their most powerful…Waking up or being woken up at a specific time can disrupt our circadian rhythms and make us feel depressed or anxious.” Quo Vadis
To prepare for a short course I’m taking this month with Taylor Welch from The Deep End podcast on Youtube, the homework is to list goals to achieve within one year, 10 years and 100 years.
My 100 Year Goal: In 100 years, as a result of achieving my current one year and 10 year goals, beings from the Spiritual Realm are visible and it feels normal. We can see them because we’ve removed the interference blocking our view.
One of the questions asked me to identify what I needed to subtract to achieve my 100 year goals.
Obviously, in 100 years, I will be dead and you will be too. Hmmmm…
I turned to Spirit for my answer. What do I need to subtract?
After awhile — he doesn’t always give me the answer directly — I heard some words I didn’t understand.
Holy Spirit (The Helper) answered, “You are yoked to Satan’s Time.”
To get to my answer Spirit shows me images, lets me guess the first letter of words and allows me to decipher and figure out what he’s saying to me. That’s the game we play together. You’ll develop your own conversation. It’s fun to hang out and play games with him.
The Helper speaks to you in way that fits you. He talks to you with words that fit your point of view and level of understanding.
In my case, Spirit said, that because of the work I’m doing here on Demon Spotting, Satan will send his minions to attack my sleep between 3AM and 4AM. What! 👀🥊🥹
Now that I know, I can prepare. My experience with sparring and jiu jitsu are excellent preparation for night time mental combat. In addition to that, and more importantly, I am covered by the blood of Jesus. And my Guardian Angel protects me whilst I sleep.
Yoked to Satan’s Time
Next question, what does “Yoked to Satan’s Time” mean? I understand that “yoked” means where you lead, I will follow. So yes, let’s subtract that because I don’t like the sound of it. I don’t want chaos and confusion in my mind keeping me awake at night.
Because I have a lifetime of experience developing our conversational relationship, I have deep experience with getting it wrong (following advice from demons), and then eventually, being wisely corrected by Spirit.
I’m getting better at knowing who is encouraging me and who is leading me astray.
I’m still alive, so I’m still learning.
ICYMI: Demons won’t hang out with you and allow you to discover new things.
They tell you directly what they want you to know or do because they don’t have time to waste on you and your understanding. They just want to interfere and bounce.
Plus, they are not sophisticated. They can only copy, flip and subvert (as in bend or make crooked).
Trapped by Satan’s Time
Fictional anti-hero Afro Samurai is famously known for saying, “Nothing personal, it’s just revenge.“
Seeking revenge is an example of being tied to Satan’s Time.
When an idea or mission takes form, as it has in Afro Samurai’s case, every major decision and action you take moves you towards revenge, accomplishing evil for evil. Demons bedeviled Afro Samurai keeping him mentally on edge and unable to let his guard down.
Every successful martial artist knows that as your skill level improves, there’s someone chasing you to dethrone you and claim your spot. Or, as in the case of Afro Samurai, to claim the “The Number One Headband”
And they are still chasing me…
According to folklore (meaning the people who repeat age-old stories featuring witches, goblins and ghouls), the veil is thinnest at 3AM, Satan’s time.
Satan’s time is not a new idea for me. I’ve experienced strange dreams waking me up in the middle of the night. The feelings and sensations can be frightening, including sleep paralysis and feeling the bed move as if someone sat on the edge of it.
When I was six years of age, the night time interference began. I often woke up sobbing. I was terrified I would die. It was horrible.
So far, I’ve lived in three haunted houses.
First Haunted House: London
The first one was near Porchester Gardens in London. I think it’s still there. Everything’s changed since the early 60s with renovations and gentrification.
My grandmother and step-grandfather lived down the street from us with my mother’s half-brother and sister, who were close in age to me. Granny was still birthing babies at age 48. That means I have an uncle (David, two years older than me) and an aunt (Sonya, same age).
When I was around four years old, my sister and I were playing alone in a room. A woman appeared out of nowhere and frightened the daylights out of us. We screamed! Mum ran in and the woman disappeared.
I often saw angels when I lived in that house. They looked like nice people and they didn’t scare me.
This is a map of where I grew up near Paddington in London. We walked to Portobello Market, walked to school at Hallfield Primary and spent a lot of time in Hyde Park. My school mate and best friend, Tricia Evans, lived on the estate next to our school. We used to shop at Whiteley’s department store. I was fascinated by the escalator.
I love London. We left there when I was 11. My mother has six siblings. They were fruitful and multiplied. Our UK family is huge. We left them all behind.
Two weeks after arriving in the US in November 1969, I wondered when we were going home. Mum said, “Never, we live here now.” I’ve never gotten over it. I grieved for three years until my American step-dad was assigned to Ramstein AFB in Germany. I loved being back in Europe.
Second Haunted House: London
The next house where I lived in London has been renovated. It’s in Notting Hill Gate near St. Stephen’s Church which I passed each day when I walked to school.
A woman, who was stabbed and tossed out of a window on the top floor, haunted our house. We lived in the rooms where she used to live.
She would appear at night and watch my sister and I as we slept. She often woke me up just to chat. I always reported to my mother exactly what we spoke about.
These pictures were taken in the early 80s. I lived there in the early 60s. They weren’t boarded up when I lived there.
Those pillars were perfect for hiding behind when shooting peas through a straw at other kids or people walking by. I learned defensive strategy at an early age. The boys across the street were relentless.
With renovation, these Victorian row houses look much nicer now. I wonder if it’s still haunted…
Third Haunted House: Rhode Island
The most recent haunted house was a 6-bedroom Victorian townhouse in Rhode Island (over 100 years old) where I lived in the early 2000s. The ghost I felt the most is a child. I never worried about him being there because, as I’ve already mentioned, my Guardian Angel is a bad-ass.
The ghosts were active. Even visitors heard noises that were not possible. Like the sound of kids running and playing upstairs, even though I don’t have kids and all of us were seated at the table staring at the ceiling above us trying to work out how that was possible.
My handy-man did his work with a plastic bottle of holy water by his side.
Keep calm and carry on
If a ghost is resident in a building, I feel it as my foot crosses the threshold of the front door.
I visited one of the haunted hotels in Newport, Rhode Island. When we arrived, I absolutely dreaded going anywhere near it. My friend, Lisa, teased me and dared me to go in.
The Jailhouse Inn, Newport, Rhode Island: I walked as fast as I could because I felt the smothering presence of the demons and ghosts so strongly — and yes, it felt horrible. It shook me up. I passed a woman folding towels in the hallway. I yelled out, “How do you stand it?”
She replied, “I’ve gotten used to it.”
Okay, that’s amazing and terrifying at the same time. Nice to see gorgeous smiling angels. Not so nice to see drippy, snarling demons with bad breath.
Of course, demons won’t appear that way to us. They are seducers. It’s not likely that any of us will be lured into traps by beings that frighten us.
Oh no! Is this a test?
As a child, I saw angels. They looked sweet and friendly, as they should since I was a child.
The last time I saw an angel, I was seven years old. She was very large. Appearing in the morning, she spoke to me as I awoke. She told me that I would grow up and write my life story.
I promptly started listing out everything that had ever happened to me to help me remember what to write. Lol! Talking to the angel made me happy.
Years later, around age 35, a seer told me that I would write a book that would be translated into many languages.
What do angels look like?
Fast forward to now, when I ask my Heavenly Father to show me angels again, he tells me that I might not like what I see. What?!
In my mind’s eye, he shows me lizards and tells me that my Guardian Angel looks like a reptile. [Update: 13 days after publishing this post, I researched the word Nahash and found out more about my shiny, reptilian Guardian Angel!]
I accept the challenge to keep my mind open and my assumptions in check. Until he shows me, I won’t know. I do know that my Guardian Angel is a bad-ass. His timing is impeccable.
Recently, I saw something that wasn’t there. It was larger than a cat, sort of square and nestled on the floor next to my futon. Yikes! I nearly jumped out of my skin! What was that?
So yeah, looks like I’m not prepared to “see” into the Spiritual Realm. I’m satisfied with hearing and feeling for now.
A Generational Witchcraft Yoke
Yes, this yoke has been passed down through the generations. On my mother’s side of the family, my great-grandmother, who was blind, was a Welsh witch. My mother’s sister, Auntie Carole, laughs and tells tales of her dirty deeds — not realizing what it costs for her spells to be granted.
Anyone who slighted her paid a harsh price, falling down stairs, etc.
Generational contracts and agreements are paid for with blood, money and servitude.
And who got that ‘gift’ next? Me!
I was born in Cardiff, Wales. I knew I was a Welsh witch from the age of five. All those visitations were paving the way for me to follow in my ancestor’s footsteps.
And yet, I resisted and ended up on Team Trinity, fully protected by my Heavenly Father, Jesus, The Holy Spirit, and my bad-ass Guardian Angel.
How did that happen? Well, that is a story for another day.
Dear Jesus, Please Crush My Oppressors
Now that I know about Satan’s time, I’m prepared. I avoid his evil yoke [River of Shame] by keeping my mind clear and focused on Jesus.
I’m yoked to Jesus! Staying calm, I’m safe in the River of Grace. Sweet dreams to all!
Prayers for Peaceful Sleep
Dear Jesus,
Thank you for protecting me whilst I sleep.
Please break the agreements and contracts allowing demonic access to me. Break the contracts back to the very first person who made the agreement and gave a sacrifice, an offering or took money to cause harm.
Please, Lord, empower my Guardian Angel to roughly turn away any human attempting to maintain these malicious contracts by undermining, ridiculing or shaming me.
I know that you have my back at all times. I thank you for giving me the idea and the mindset to train in mixed martial arts.
Because of that decision, my Guardian Angel can fight through me to defeat any human foe.
Finally Jesus, I ask that you cause all of the human witches who come against me to turn to you and fall to their knees.
May they be forgiven for they know not what they do.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost,
Amen
Dear Lord, Please protect my sleep from disturbing thoughts and strange dreams! Amen.
Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for protecting me whilst I sleep.
Your power is greater than any false deceiving spirit or witch who tries to interfere with me whether awake or asleep.
Thank you for breaking up squadrons, battalions, partnerships, etc. that bind these demons together with their human witch helpers.
Break them, Father! Pull all the threads that stitch them together.
Dismantle any alters and spider webs of witchcraft around me at this moment.
As I sleep each night, please work with me to clean out and evict any demons sniffing around me.
In the name of Jesus, they must leave, Lord!
Amen
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