A plague of flies
Don 8-10-25
Three weeks ago, I helped a friend move into their new place; they needed furniture and such until they could get theirs and the night before, they spent the night as a house guest. No problem, no need to waste money on a hotel room, when I have a room with a bed. Do this all the time for folks that come up to the mountain hereabouts. I even cook meals and provide whatever needs or wants they might have or need. It's called being a good host.
The very next day, with my truck loaded up with an extra bed, chairs, and tables gathered from my own house so they wouldn't have to be on the floor, I found a growing plague of flies taking over the living space ONLY. I knew it wasn't filth or a dead rat or something because I keep a pretty clean house and do a twice monthly cleaning that includes mopping, vacuuming, the lot. And, they were small flies, not the usual kind hereabouts. Not something you see at 4,000 feet in the high desert.
I perceived this was witchcraft.
But how?
My place is sealed several times over and has an invisible security detail of friends from Heaven. Not much gets in here that I don't know about and 99.9% of it is stopped cold before it gets to my attention. What Dad allows is to reveal things to me and to allow me to deal with it in my own way; which often is rather severe, given the intent of the soulless zogbots that line up on me. The kind that come after me murder and eat children; pretty dead soul bastardos, men and women, so...it doesn't take much imagination to realize what they are capable of, given the chance. And they seek that chance all the time. Anyways...
It finally occurred to me that it was someone I knew, that had been in the house recently. This fits because when certain people visit here, things go missing – like rent money – are moved, and I find little “gifts” that don't belong to me, but now are here, none the less. I know the spiritual estate of those I allow in the house and have had long, pointless talks about their estate over the years. Still, I help them, sometimes they help me, and so it goes.
First, let me say this. Two things.
I present this as a teaching aid for your life and one day or even now, you may be having the same problem(s), not to bag on someone whom are likely reading these words. No names are given; that would be rude and they would deny it anyway.
You can turn your back on a person, but you can Never turn your back on a witch. Ever. If you allow one in your home, when they leave, go everywhere they were in your house and look it over carefully, even drawers, under tables and beds, the lot. They love leaving little gifts, that because you gave them lawful permission to enter your home, the rules of spiritual warfare reveal that your permission to cross your threshold means that all they are can be lawfully done against you without recompense. This is why Dad says to be not have congress with such people. They will F you every time.
So, the very next day, as said, I moved their stuff with my contributions into their new place. I came home and the flies, within an hour, were everywhere. Not thousands, but a dozen, wherever I sat and moved. I erase them with a fly swatter, every single one, and in seconds, the same dozen is back. In point of fact, I actually killed four flies, and moved the dead fly bodies into an empty sink. In front of me, each AND EVERY one of them reanimated, took a few steps, and flew off. Upon the second smack with the fly swatter, they stayed dead, even hours and overnight. Reanimated! A flattened, gooey dead fly, REANIMATED!
Dude...
I let this go on for awhile, days became a couple of weeks. Finally, enough. I tried all the regular things, nothing worked. Only one reason that could be so—especially given my level of spiritual warfare. It had to be someone I knew, that had been given permission to enter my home.
And Dad was letting this happen, as a teaching moment for me and now, for you all. I had asked Him for help, and he said He would. Here is what He advised.
Lay down anywhere you like and close your eyes. I chose the couch near at hand. Think in turn of everyone you know that has been to your home in the last year – a short list. As I did, nothing happened. Until I got to this person I had just helped move. Then, all at once, 6 flies landed on my arms, legs, and face, one even climbing up inside my nose. Ewwww!
Then He clearly said, break all bonds, ties, links, etc that you have bestowed upon them over the years in good faith of friendship. I did.
Wow. The flies instantly, save for a couple of regular flies that had come in the door, were gone and have stayed gone. Even those two flies that came in through an open door, I smoked to get rid of them. No flies since. Back to normal.
Then, a whole host of things and problems that had been my lot for the last couple of years, like a weird constipation, instantly vanished. About 4 things ended, I thought were just things that were not connected to spiritual doings. Those vanished, too.
So, my parting gift for helping them move was a plague of flies.
But it was more than that and this is why YHVH, Dad, allowed it. Because in dealing with the flies, I also dealt with a plethora of problems I had attributed to just getting old, tired, and things like that. These all vanished in an instant. They have stayed gone, too.
And the friend? They know. By breaking those bonds, they know. They are witch, of course they know; a thing they and I have talked about for years.
And the friendship? Still intact, from my POV, but love, trust, and the deeper things of the heart are no more. I am not going to seek retribution; I leave it to Yeshua for disposition, not my problem. Spiritually speaking, they have a connection now with me on the level of an acquaintance. And their power to do such things is no more, ever again. And they did this to themselves--all for flies. A few lousy flies and nothing else.
This is the kind of shite I have to deal with. It's always something, from some direction. And it they can get inside your home, your outer defenses, they are relentless.
It's interesting too, because as Dad pointed out, all the love, affection in friendship and trust, was from my direction only. It never came from them, even once. He's right. I had never thought about it until He made me aware of the facts. Yep.
Okay then.
