To the end

Tijuana highlights [part ii]

When we heard a shriek from the middle of the healing room, I looked at Pauline who had the same thought and I walked over to check out the situation. There was a young boy (I found out later that he was 7 years old) being held in his mother’s arms manifesting demons. Not only was he screaming at the top of his lungs, his eyes rolled up and started flitting rapidly with drool coming out of his mouth. It turns out that Kirsten had felt like singing a prophetic song over the boy and when she started singing, the boy started shrieking. I immediately laid my hands on his head and said, “Peace in Jesus’ name” and he calmed down in a few seconds. I gathered from the people that had been praying for the boy that he had a blood problem in his brain when he was born so he couldn’t walk properly, his eyes were slightly crossed, and he couldn’t talk. I was thinking in my head, “what in the world.. this is going to be interesting.”

I felt it was most likely generational or occult stuff so I broke some stuff off. I asked the mom if there was any history of witchcraft or occult, and she told me that she had taken him to a “church” a year ago to get healed, but this church wasn’t exactly Christian and believed in a mix of Christianity and other religions. Some people got healed there, but they laid hands on her son but he didn’t get healed.. no bueno. I broke that stuff off and continued to command demons to come out through the breath. It was a pretty long process. After the initial casting, I asked the mother if I could hold him. I ended up holding him and casting unclean spirits for about an hour. When I commanded stuff to surface, the boy would look like he was about to scream. We told the demons to come out quietly through the breath and then he would just breathe out. There were like three times he started screaming, but we just released peace in the name of Jesus. It was pretty intense, but Kirsten and Mats really helped in assisting.

By the end, the boy started to calm down and he looked pretty worn. His eyes seemed more peaceful and started to focus and follow people. I let Kirsten hold him and she was just phenomenal in loving him. The boy started smiling and we just asked the Holy Spirit to fill him up and declared healing over him. I went to talk to the mother and pray for her. She told me that she had been afraid, tired, and worried with all the spiritual attacks on her family. I laid my hands on her and prayed in tongues. I wanted to see if the mom had any junk that might be connected to the boy so I whispered in her ear, “Anything not of Jesus, surface in Jesus’ name.” The mother turned to Helena, who was helping me translate, and said that right when I spoke, she saw an image of a green pasture. I knew it was sozo time.

I told the mother that we would do some inner healing. She closed her eyes and started telling me what she saw, it was some really cool stuff with golden streams, but when I told her to ask Father God to show Himself, she couldn’t see anything. I asked her how her relationship with her mother and father was. She said that her father left the family and her mother died when she was 16. I asked her to verbally forgive her father, renounce the lie that her father was like Father God, and believe that God was a good Daddy. It took a while because she was crying and it was painful to confront those inner wounds. Then I told her to ask Daddy God to show himself.

The mother had her head down and it took a few moments before she spoke, but when she started sharing what was going on.. I was like tearing up too. She said she saw herself being held in the big, strong hand of God. All she could feel was love, safety and security. Then her shoulders started gently manifesting, kind of like shrugging up and down. She said that God was embracing her tightly. The next thing she saw was her being surrounded by a bunch of hands and she didn’t know where she was. I asked her how she felt, and she said she felt safe and she could see and feel God’s strong hand and arm. I told her that the hands were angels ministering to her. When she opened her eyes, she said there used to be pain in her heart from all the stress and insecurity, but now it was all gone and there is peace in her heart. She also said that when God hugged her, huge weights lifted off her shoulders! We just told her that she was a good daughter and mother, and encouraged her some more. I told her to remember the encounter with Daddy God, especially when lies try to discourage her, and live in the freedom and security of being a daughter. She thanked us for showing her that her Heavenly Father was different from her earthly father.

It was a divine set up. Helena shared how Holy Spirit was downloading words when she was translating and we both agreed that if someone else had been translating instead, a lot of the meaning of Daddy would have been lost. I saw the mother holding her son later right before we got on the bus and they were both beaming. The mother was talking to her son, and I heard the words “Papa Dios,” which was what Helena used to translate Daddy God as opposed to “Padre” or “father.” Seeing the mother and child, I knew that the mom’s encounter with the Father was overflowing to the child and it was so beautiful. Kirsten later told me that the pastor of the church saw electricity all over the child, which confirmed a prophetic word about how the boy’s healing needed an electric spark to light a neuron that would set off a chain reaction in his brain.

I don’t know what to say, that evening was nuts. I was just being obedient to what Holy Spirit was saying and it was like whoa. I got to see complete healing in the spirit, soul and body that night, just like I wanted. I mean, that was His desire from the beginning, and I just partnered with His heart. I learned a lot from that experience. I spent two hours with that family, but it was worth every moment. I would have spent even longer if I needed to.