My grandmother could "blow fire" out of you and remove warts from your body by saying

something under her breath. She was a wonderful person and everyone in our small town loved
her. The whole town called her "grandma."
Grandma wouldn't harm a flee and was always the "life of the party" everywhere she went.
When I was 13 years old she removed a wart from my right elbow. She took a raw pea, rubbed
it in a circle around the wart, mumbled something under her breath, and blew on my arm at the
same time. Then she told me, "....Take the pea, go down to the creek, and throw it over your
right shoulder. The wart will disappear within three days."
It did! That was years ago.
Linda, my wife and I were living in Alexandria, Louisiana. We were attending the "Sheep Shed"
over in Rustin about forty miles away. Since we had recently been filled with the Spirit, we felt
as though we needed "shepherding." The "Sheep Shed" was an actual shed where Spirit-filled
believers met on Sunday evenings for worship. We attended our various churches on Sunday
mornings, then came together for praise and worship in the evenings.
One evening I received a phone call from my neighbor, Conrad Murrell. Brother Murrell was a
Baptist evangelist. He said on the phone (rather quickly too), "....Lynn, I need your help. Billy [his
son] is manifesting demons." I could tell he was nervous. I didn't know what to say. I had never
seen demons manifested before. I had read about them in the Bible. I said, "I'll be right there."
Brother Murrell lived no more than three minutes from our house. I told my wife what was
happening. We went over. Brother Murrell opened the door. Walking in, we witnessed an
eleven year-old boy scooting along the floor on his hands, making sounds like a dog and hiding
from the light.
"....Turn that lamp off. Turn it off. I don't like it," he yelled with a deep voice.
That scared me. I mumbled under my breath, "This ain't church" and sat on the couch next to
my wife, not knowing what to expect. Billy would only respond to commands given "in the name
of Jesus" and to phrases mentioning the blood of Christ.
Brother Murrell was in charge. Linda and I were just sitting there. For an hour or so we watched
demons scream, bark, slobber, and come out of the lad's mouth with a vengeance. I witnessed
my first demonic deliverance. It wasn't a pretty sight and I didn't enjoy it. "Church," with its soft
lights, prelude music and its sentimental singing is much more peaceful. The demons would talk
back. Say ugly things and yell, "We're not leaving. You can't make us leave. We've been here a
long time."
Then Brother Murrell, to my surprise, asked one of the demons, "Does Lynn Ridenhour have
any demons?"

"....Yes, " it snarled.

My heart sank. Sweat popped out on my palms.
"Who are they?" asked Brother Murrell.
What I heard next floored me.
"False revelation."
The demon went on to name about fourteen more. Brother Murrell got a pencil and started
writing down their names. I knew that eleven year-old boy on the floor didn't know what he was
saying, didn't have that kind of vocabulary, nor did he know that much theology. Someone else
was doing the talking. Then it dawned on me, big time...this is real. I asked for deliverance.
Brother Murrell sat a chair in the middle of the room and asked me to sit in it. He took charge,
covering those present with the blood, and commanded the spirits in me to manifest
themselves. He had no sooner spoken 'til I was literally picked up out of the chair and thrown on
the floor. It was like I was coming out from underneath anesthesia. I lay there and could hear
everyone talking out there but they sounded so far off. So far away. I couldn't move. My motor
skills had shut down, had been taken over. I couldn't even talk. Something was choking me. And
I was frightened.
Brother Murrell commanded the spirits to let go of me and to leave. I heard my vocal cords
screaming back, ".We're going to kill him! We're going to break his neck!" Then my neck started
twisting until I thought it would snap. Brother Murrell responded, "....You'll not kill him. I have
authority over you in the name of Jesus. You must obey me."
One of them screamed, "....We're giving him a heart attack."
All of a sudden, my heart started racing out of control. I experienced shortness of breath. My
face broke out in a cold sweat. Brother Murrell put his hand upon my chest and commanded the
demons to stop. The throbbing stopped and my heartbeat immediately returned to normal. I
was really terrified. Four hours later the session ended. All the spirits didn't leave, but many did.
(I was exhausted.) I went back for deliverance sessions for two weeks. Finally, I was free! Free in
Jesus. 0, what a difference it made. No. What a difference it makes.
I had forty-eight spirits in me. Some of them affected my body; others, my mind. I remember,
for example, on a number of occasions I could "feel something" traveling up and down my spine.
I was always going to chiropractors. My spine would not stay in line. I had no idea it was spirits
"nesting" in my spine, causing my vertebrae to be subluxated. My spine was their home.
Chiropractors could not get my vertebrae "to tick." To stay in line. And I went to a number of
them. In a matter of two r three days, (usually a matter of hours) my vertebrae would be out
again.

Since my deliverance, for the past thirty years my spine's been fine. That something" traveling
up and down my spine has left me. Yes, I was born again when all this was happening. And yes, I
was Spirit-filled. Just recently my wife and I had been introduced to the blessed Holy Spirit.
But I had inherited a bunch of occult demons from my grandmother long ago and didn't even
know it. I probably was born with them. (My goodness, we were never taught anything like this
in our Baptist church! And most of my Baptist friends would have run out of the room like a
Texas jackrabbit if they had witnessed what I had just gone through.) My blessed grandmother
had no idea she was practicing white magic on her grandchildren when she "blew fire" or
removed warts from them. But she was. She read the Bible often.
I was set free thirty years ago and I've been free in Jesus since. 0, the joy of deliverance. It's part
of the gospel, you know. Was the humiliation worth it? Ask my wife. She lives with me. I'm a
different person. I've got one thing to say--Praise his holy name. I owe my very life to him.
Literally.
Let's turn our attention briefly to the restoration. Does the restoration gospel include the
ministry of deliverance? Did Joseph Smith believe in casting out demons? And are we to cast out
demons today?
The answer to all three questions is yes.

Describe monsters
The beast was vicious. He came out of the shadows to reveal his hideous face. he had large
yellow eyes and demonic horns on his forehead. his snout looked like the one of a giant bull. His
entire face was covered in thick green scales. He then opened his mouth to reveal rows of large
pincer like teeth. His body was bulbous and he had thorns sticking out randomly from his scaly
skin. his piercing eyes looked around for me but i was well hidden. the floor thumped loudly
with every step he took. his huge body was probably much larger and heavier than an african
elephant. i almost didnt notice his slimy green tail until is swung over my head missing it by
mere inches..............

Describe swords
My fingers brushed against metal; I pulled the sword from its sheath and held it out in front of
me. The silver blade glinted beneath the light, and I turned it over in my hand, marveling at the
skills of the swordmaker. The leather hilt fitted into my hand easily, like it had been custom
designed for me only. I traced the carvings on the hilt, my fingers lingering over the moonstones
and diamonds that had been melded into it, white gems nestled against black. As I held it, the
blade changed; it transformed from silver to gold, then to iron, and followed almost instantly by
steel. I felt the power surge through my arm, and I felt unstoppable with this unique weapon.

Describe incident you saw

1.

At first , Anna did not realize she was being followed. She walked carefully and quickly,
using the heavy walking stick to steady her steps-- she feared to fall, She cursed herself
for being out here in the danger, alone and undefended. She kept her breathing as light
as possible, the better to hear any...any THING that might be with her, alone under the
trees. Town was not far: suddenly the shape of the Great Oak boundary tree loomed out
of the dark, Safety was near, and the girl felt some relief. It was then that she heard it.
Something moving heavily and quickly behind her, not bothering to silence its
steps,.Anna could hear the heavy breathing through the dark and creeping night
mist.She knew it was no raccoon or other simple night creature. It was an animal thing
that felt no fear as it padded behind her, seeking her through the dark.It was the
Werewolf. It didn't howl or snarl: it didn't need to, it was sure of its prey. A rank, beastlike odor came wafting on the night breeze, a smell that told the ancient part of Anna's
mind, the part that took over in extreme distress, to run!. Run and hide! But Anna knew
running would not help, that the werewolf would out-pace her and pull her down from
behind and break her neck with one savage bite and shake. She could not bear
that,falling like a frightened young deer... she would stand and meet her fate.The
walking stick in Anna's hand was her one defense. She stared into the night gloom, her
eyes straining, searching...out of the mist, the silent, standing girl could see a low,
sinuous shape moving, and the glow of otherworldly green eyes surmounted by a light
diamond patch of fur. Anna struck out with the stick. "Nooo...". Suddenly, the mist
cleared. The full hideousness of the inhuman shape, bunching its muscles to pounce,
was revealed to the girl. She could only hit out with the stick in the next moment, crying
No NO, not wanting to fall like a rabbit to a dog. The werewolf ignored the stick, it did
not feel the blows. In one moment of pure muscular action, it was upon the young
woman, and Annas's breath, meant to be a scream, came out in a low moan as the
beast bore down upon her in one leap, the strength and weight of its body carrying
Anna to the ground, the hideous, slavering mouth and hot rancid breath at her face; she
felt wet,dirty fur, and strong, clawed paws ripped at her cloak and dress. She fell,
helpless beneath the weight of the monster.

2. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her back. It happened so fast she didnt even see it! She
feels claws scratch across her back and screams while blood starts to pour from her
wounds. Affraid for her life she attempts to fight it off. She pushed and shoves with
every ounce of strength and will to survive in her body. She feels a claw catch onto her
cheek. For one second she loses her strength. In that short time the creature sinks its
dagger like teeth into the soft skin of her shoulder

Describe goddess
A beautiful teenage goddess with creamy, milk colored skin that has a slight tan on some parts
and a near flawless complexion. Her hair falls in golden ringlets down her back and over her
shoulders, flowing as smoothly as the Nile river in the wind. Her eyes are a blue that is a mixture
between the early morning sky and a pure saltwater lake. She has a light, brown beauty mark on
her left cheek, an inch or so below her eye.
Her waist, although not bone skinny, is neither "chunky" nor "fat"-nor is it what one would
consider "thin". Her legs are very shapely, strong and muscled for she is a fast runner, (although
not as fast as the messenger Mercury).
Her shoulders are very nice, small and precise. Her upper arms are a little "meatish" though not
"fat" or anything, whilst her lower arms are delicately thin.
She has a very admirable beauty and a tender, time bearing face. Many of the older gods and
goddess adore her, while several are also jealous, at the same time, of her beauty.
She is symbolized by a picture of a large, fluffy, black and orange calico cat with greenish blue
eyes.
In fact, the goddess Rebecca is known for cats for she is the goddess of philosophy, quick wit,
creativeness/inspiration, art, literature and, most importantly, cats. She owns over a thousand,
at least, it is said.
She is seen in different clothing at times although, for the most part, she is seen in a black
yellow speckled dress that is made from some unknown animal fur, wearing black, onyx earrings
in her ears that somewhat resemble chandeliers. She always has on a very detailed choker that
has a tiny glass cat hanging from it.
Supposedly she speaks in a very meek, soft voice and has a very good sense of humor, often
making those around her laugh. She is known to have multiple personalities and she is also
known to get severely depressed relatively easy.