I Am Telepathic
By God's Grace?... One night I heard a story. A manic depressive (probably) volunteer teacher causing distress to the supervising volunteer who has been working at the same org as me for some time. She (manic one) is smitten with one of the staff there. The supervisor told me about her saying the staff member is looking elsewhere for work, and also she hates his strong involvement in the church (probably because she can't see him on weekends much).
I have been getting a greater and greater sense at prayer in the morning assembly (in isiZulu), that I am feeling something supernatural around. Well the morning after my hands opened towards the Earth, and my eyes closed deeply. I was not there in that room, I did not exist. Energy of some kind was channeling into the Earth under me, and I felt the manic depressive close to me. I was fighting the age old battle of demonstrating the wrong in her doings, whilst at the same time saying it is ok - we all have imperfections all the time, some we realise suddenly after many years and it upsets us all that wasted time or effort, hurt caused, etc. So, eye-opening whilst comforting. Tough business.
Then I came back at the end of prayer, and noticed the staff member near me in the room. Though I was almost spent, I realised he also needed something, so planted a seed of reminder, that the Church is indeed all he needs in life or some such message. After that I was tired, my eyes closed to rest and about 2hrs later my eyes closed once more and I felt refreshed. I believe my acknowledgement that this was Christ's bidding I was carrying out led to that revival. Perhaps there is hope for me yet - or perhaps it is yet another occult instance with demonic intent underlying it... How I can tell I do not yet know, but I intend to learn through Bible study.
I have no idea how that has gone, but I suspect from past experiences that it was real.
Separately but related, I have dreamed of putting my hands down, open like that, and energy pouring through them like lightening and rupturing the very Earth itself. Ripples in the roads, like earthquakes kind of thing. Dreamed whilst awake and walking down those very streets, I should point out.
[EDIT] I should add that contrary to popular belief, these Zulus are not Christians because they were told to be. They see the value in Christ's teachings, and they know nothing else so have not been tainted by demonic tendencies. Sangomas and witch doctors aside, of course... That is why I believe their power resurrected or bolstered that power which was damaged within me.
I have been getting a greater and greater sense at prayer in the morning assembly (in isiZulu), that I am feeling something supernatural around. Well the morning after my hands opened towards the Earth, and my eyes closed deeply. I was not there in that room, I did not exist. Energy of some kind was channeling into the Earth under me, and I felt the manic depressive close to me. I was fighting the age old battle of demonstrating the wrong in her doings, whilst at the same time saying it is ok - we all have imperfections all the time, some we realise suddenly after many years and it upsets us all that wasted time or effort, hurt caused, etc. So, eye-opening whilst comforting. Tough business.
Then I came back at the end of prayer, and noticed the staff member near me in the room. Though I was almost spent, I realised he also needed something, so planted a seed of reminder, that the Church is indeed all he needs in life or some such message. After that I was tired, my eyes closed to rest and about 2hrs later my eyes closed once more and I felt refreshed. I believe my acknowledgement that this was Christ's bidding I was carrying out led to that revival. Perhaps there is hope for me yet - or perhaps it is yet another occult instance with demonic intent underlying it... How I can tell I do not yet know, but I intend to learn through Bible study.
I have no idea how that has gone, but I suspect from past experiences that it was real.
Separately but related, I have dreamed of putting my hands down, open like that, and energy pouring through them like lightening and rupturing the very Earth itself. Ripples in the roads, like earthquakes kind of thing. Dreamed whilst awake and walking down those very streets, I should point out.
[EDIT] I should add that contrary to popular belief, these Zulus are not Christians because they were told to be. They see the value in Christ's teachings, and they know nothing else so have not been tainted by demonic tendencies. Sangomas and witch doctors aside, of course... That is why I believe their power resurrected or bolstered that power which was damaged within me.
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