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Thursday, September 2, 2010

New Art Team Member

I would like to welcome Susanna Katherine to my art team. She has provided her painting, titled "Spiritual Warfare", for the front cover of my new nonfiction book, Spiritual Warfare: Fighting Demons. She will be working with me on my future projects as well. You can find more of her wonderful artwork at her Blogger page: Paintings by Susanna Katherine

Here is what the cover of Spiritual Warfare: Fighting Demons will look like:


Front Cover Painting: "Spiritual Warfare" © 2009 by Susanna Katherine
Front Cover Text & Resolution Enhancements: Craig Stultz

Shadow Person In My Bed

A few days ago, I had a visitor. At around 5:00AM, I was having a dream. In the dream, I was sitting in a chair, which seemed to me like the type of chair that passengers sit in on large airliner jets. Someone was behind me and their arms were wrapped around me and rubbing up and down my body very quickly. They were rubbing my legs and arms and back to my legs and then my chest so swiftly, I felt that they couldn't have been human arms. And they seemed longer than human arms. I leaned forward and told the "person" to stop. The arms stretched longer and continued to harass me. Then they pulled me back into the chair and continued rubbing my arms, legs, and chest again. I kept saying, "Will you stop it?" I leaned forward again and they pulled me back. Then finally, I became angry and began to force myself against the menacing arms, trying to get myself out of the chair. They became stronger and I could feel the pressure of them. They began rubbing me again and then I felt them going toward my pants. I jerked forward with all my might and woke from my sleep. I was sitting up in my bed and fully awake at this point, but I could feel something pressing on my neck. I looked to my left and there was a very tall shadow figure standing there. I had never seen them in this form before, so it had startled me. I said, "In the name of Yeshua, I command you to leave my home." But I was almost crying when I said it. It leaned toward the window and slithered out in a way that reminded me of a combination of a snake and smoke as soon as I said Yeshua's name. I kept repeating those words over and over and then thanked God for protecting me. Finally, when I was feeling bold again, I looked toward the window and said, "Punk! You wanna mess with me in my sleep because you can't touch me when I'm awake?" I probably should not have said that.