The Devil in my living room (Day 3)

(All of the days are true stories.  Days 1, 2, and 3, are true stories.)

We returned from "street ministry."  

We felt it.

We heard it.

A sound like a woman screaming a rebel yell from hell,

The roar of an insane freight train,

The howl of a wind wolf,
We knew intuitively:

Satan was coming.

We both intuitively felt him and knew his approach. 

What could we do?

Go to sleep?

We went to sleep.

I dreamed this dream:

In the dream I awoke to a mist of demonic darkness.

I went to my brother's room and opened his door. 

His eyes shown in demonic red.    

I fled.

I opened my door and flew from the floor.

Satan threw me.

I awoke, and real life became as it was in my dream. 

My eyes opened to what I saw in my sleep.    

As in the dream, I went to my brother's room. 

BUT UNLIKE THE DREAM,

THE DOOR WAS LOCKED.

"What am I supposed to do?"  I asked my brother.

"Pray."  He said.  "I'm praying with you."

Jesus,

I can't handle Satan.

Please help me.

I felt a courage like the courage of a day in a memory from my childhood. 

It felt the confidence one has in the knowledge of one's own name. 

I no longer feared the evil one. 

I walked to my living room and faced the veiled enemy of all enemies.

I ROARED THE ROAR OF A LION.

"I FOREVER REJECT YOU SATAN.

TO GOD'S SPIRIT ALONE I GIVE MY SUBMISSION."

Satan left.

I stood victorious in Jesus.

I went to my brother and told him my dream.

He told me what happened behind his locked door:

The Spirit had instructed him to lock the door and pray for me.

I said, "Look at this."

Chi moved my body.

My body yielded to Chi.

He said, "That looks like the flow of Tai Chi."

I told him about the ability the Spirit gave me.....