The Sickness

Chapter Four The Sickness

About a week after my encounter with Lucifer trying to introduce himself into my life, I had an illness occur out of the blue.

My stomach was stomach hurting so bad that I couldn’t even sit up at my desk.

“I don’t feel well,” I told my teacher. “I think we should call my mom.”

“You’re not warm or hot,” she said, feeling my forehead.

She refused to call my mom and basically implied that since I wasn’t feverish that I didn’t have a stomachache.

I ended up regurgitating everywhere.

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My mom came and got me from school and took me home. I immediately went to my room and lay in bed, hoping to find some type of relief for the pain I was feeling.

I finally fell asleep.

After sleeping for a few hours, I felt this heavy weight leap on me and woke me instantly.

I remember seeing this female-like figure on top of me, holding my hands and pinning me to the bed. It was so strong that I couldn’t move.

I was crying and trying to scream for my mother. My mouth was moving, but no words were coming out.

As I cried, I stared this entity in the face whilst in total fear, not knowing what it was, what it wanted, or why it was even there.

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Then heard a voice say, “Pump it, and it will release you.”

Using my body, I pumped as hard as I could, and as promised, this evil spirit released me!

Jumping out of bed, I ran as fast as I could to my mom. I was afraid. My heart was beating fast. My eyes were bucked, and I was screaming.

My mom grabbed me and realized my entire body was hot. I had a very high fever and had to be rushed to the hospital, where I was admitted.

The doctors were performing a multitude of tests trying to figure out what was going on with me and why I was so sick.

We were there for a very long time.

And I was so sick that the people who came to visit me had to wear masks and gloves.

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I thought it was to keep me from giving them what I had, but I later learned that it was to protect me from their germs.

The doctor asked a strange question: “Have you been in a filthy house or around anyone who was filthy?”

I immediately thought about Crystal’s house.

“Yes,” I told him. “My friend.”

“OK,” he said. “Don’t go over to her house anymore because you are allergic to filth.”

Now that I’m grown, I realize that the devil wanted to live in me, but my body was rejecting him because of the anointing of the Holy Spirit that resides in me.

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The Holy Bible states that God can’t dwell in an unclean place, surly the devil can’t take living in a clean place.

After that, things started turning for the worst for me.

The children were still picking and pointing, laughing, making jokes, and calling me names.

I was growing tired.

I started lashing out at my mom, blaming her for my very existence. I also blamed her for my father not being in my life.

I blamed my mom for this hideous disease that I had to deal with daily.

It was so bad that I didn’t want to live.

Thoughts of suicide were strong.

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But, in the midst of me contemplating suicide, my mother would call me to her room, or wherever she was at the moment, to teach me about Jesus.

She would tell me about the different encounters

she had with God and how she was a missionary who had a gift for seeing the past, present, and future.

I thought, she must be a psychic, and surely I am too!

I had to be.

Because I wasn’t in church, I had no idea about missionaries, Prophets, Prophetess, or anything of that nature. All I knew was that I was a

psychic!

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There were countless days of me hearing voices, whispers, and thousands of people talking, whom I couldn’t see.

I think I’m going crazy, I thought. I never shared this with my mom or anyone else for that matter because I felt no one would ever

believe me or even understand.

What do you do when you hear the cries of people you don’t know or can’t see?

I know you all are thinking … pray.

You’re absolutely correct!

Prayer is the answer.

But what if you don’t know how to pray or even what to pray?

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I was still an adolescent. I didn’t have the first

clue about praying for myself or others (intercessory prayer).

So, I was left with no hope – a bad attitude and suicidal thoughts. I was 12 years old thinking, my dad doesn’t want me. My mom hates me because my dad doesn’t want me. The kids at school think I’m an

alien. I might as well kill myself.

I grabbed some of my mom’s blood pressure pills and took them.

But God …

Jesus and the Holy Ghost stepped in and blocked them from harming me.

My life was spared, and now I’m able to tell that the anointing of God is real, and He loved me.

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All I did was sleep that day.

“Why am I still here, God?” I asked when I woke up. “God, why do You want me here?” My mom admitted me to St. Joseph’s hospital for troubled kids to get me some help but that only made things worse.

Now I was thinking, she’s trying to throw me away. And I need to defend myself. She doesn’t like me and is just trying to get rid of me. I’m going to make it worse for them!

And I did.

I had no idea that all my mother was trying to do was protect me.

There were some kids who lived down the street

from us. Their family was some really churchy people - sanctified is what they called

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themselves. They wore long dresses and went to church for what seemed like every day.

One day, I decided that I would go with them. And while there, I remember the preacher speaking a strong message.

I sat there attentive, listening to every word that flowed from his mouth. My spirit was in tune, and I started to get this feeling that I had never felt before.

In the middle of his preaching, he said, “There is a little girl here who wants to know Jesus. She wants God in her life.” He said some other stuff

and then continued with, “God is going to use her in a mighty way. And she will be a great woman of God.”

As the words flowed from him, I knew he was talking about me. I was afraid and excited at the

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same time. My palms were sweaty, my hands were shaking, and I wanted to leap.

This was the first time that I experienced the Holy Spirit.

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