UPDATE: I didn’t discuss the purple dust, but in case you’re wondering what it was about… I think it was an angel fighting the demon(s). Right when I said “in the name of Jesus” the third time, is when I believe the angel was sent to rescue me. And whatever exploded I still don’t know and I never thought to pray on it. But in my heart I believe the angel destroyed something, and that caused the explosion. This happened a few years back and I told a few people about it, but it wasn’t until now was I told to publish it. I’ll pray on it and if I get a different answer about the purple dust, will update this post again.

The day the light bulb fully came on in my mind, and I completely devoted my life to Yah, I was attacked. Rather, it was the first night. I was lying in bed and suddenly something started grabbing my legs and violently shaking me. Words can’t describe the terror. It was something I never want to experience ever again, and by the grace of God I won’t.

Spiritual warfare is REAL. Demons were mad because I turned my back on them and headed towards the light. Mind you, I was always a believer and I always prayed. My problem was that I was lukewarm and didn’t know it. I was doing God my way, and it was the wrong way. I wasn’t sold out for Yashua. I had one foot in the world and one foot out. So when it hit me that this life wasn’t acceptable and I was seriously hellbound, I cried out to Yah and said I wanted to give her my life.

I’m not talking about being religious. I’m talking about RELATIONSHIP. Knowing Yah is your mother/father and you seek to please her and to bear fruit for her kingdom. Being holy is not so much a matter of doing, but of being. Babies are holy. Young children are holy. They see, and talk to God every day. Their hearts are pure. They are loving. They aren’t polluted by things of the world.

Long story short, that night I was attacked. My whole body was trembling from being shaken. It was so intense I couldn’t find my voice. So all I could do was whisper in a weak way since I felt my strength failing. I said something to the nature of “in the name of Jesus.” I was trying to say in  the name of Jesus leave me alone or go away, but all I could get out were those few words. I whispered them about 3 times in a shaky voice, as it felt like something was stopping my voice. And just.like.that. it stopped.

Simultaneously, at the top of my room on my right side, right below the ceiling I saw and heard something explode about the size of a basketball. I clearly saw it and it looked like a purple sparkly dust, like fireworks or glitter. It crackled and went “poof” and then I heard a noise down the hall right after the explosion. Then it was quiet. I was in shock as I laid there, thanking Yashua for rescuing me and eventually fell asleep.

The next morning my daughter told me in the middle of the night, her curtain rod fell down. It had been screwed on well so there was no reason. I asked her about what time, and when she told me figured that was the noise I heard after the purple dust explosion.

I believe when the demon(s) left, they were mad and pulled down my daughter’s curtain on the way out to make a point. Please, if you don’t already, pray with your kids. Encourage them to read the Bible, or read it with them. They have to be protected because dark forces exist and they aim to take as many souls as they can. The portals are open, and things that are happening now didn’t happen five years ago. The Spiritual War is on and in full effect.

I don’t tell this story as entertainment. It’s a testament to how real the spirit world is and how much power and protection is in the name of Messiah. Whether you call him Jesus, the Greek name, or Yashua, the true Hebrew name, there is POWER in that name! Use it. Blessings.