Attacked by Satan

This is a true story of how Satan attacked me directly in 2007.

I have always felt the influence of Satan, my whole life he has tormented my dreams. I realise now that it is because of my special mission. Satan has me targetted.

When I was saved in 2004, when I realised that Jesus was the Messiah. When all the pieces of the puzzle of my life fell into place - my undisclosed Jewishness, the portent of my date of birth and the places I have lived. Ever since that time Satan has stepped up his attacks and I am now more aware than ever of the significance of all the events in my life, in the past and also day to day.

It was Feb 1st and I was feeling particularly tired and worn out because I had decided to stop taking certain medication because it always made me feel tired and confused.
I had slept very badly the night before, and that Thursday I decided to go to bed early because I was feeling so exhausted.

I had to pass the usual gauntelet of taunts and mockery as I crossed the lobby of the shabby building I was staying in. The superintendent of the building was a hulking shambles of a man who always insulted me as I passed. And there was always a group of racist Lebanese kids hanging around by the elevator doors. They always mocked me for my faith and my race. "Hey Uncle Tom" they would call "How's your boyfriend Jesus?". I would say nothing, smile and forgive them as I passed.

This night there was a smell of bbq in the air. I asked them what they cooking and they all replied together "Lamb". I swear they all said it with one voice like it had been rehearsed.

I went straight to bed, even tho it was only 5 in the evening. I so needed a decent night's sleep.

I awoke suddenly, gripped by a terrible fear. I tried to move but I couldn't, I felt like I was bound to the bed. Completely helpless, in terrible, terrible fear I felt the weight of something sitting on my chest, a dark black evil mass.

I knew it was the dark lord and he was mocking and taunting me:
Where is your God? Why has He abandoned you to me?
I replied "Liar! Prince of lies! God was with me in the sanatorium, He delivered me, He will never abandon me!"
Satan replied "Why have all these bad things happened to you? Why are you so alone in my city?" (Satan regards San Francisco as his, and he is correct)
"You lie" I shouted "My Lord is with me"
"No He isn't", Satan replied, "We have the Lamb over the fire"
I remembered the Lebanese kids and their chorus of "Lamb"
"My Lord Jesus is with me" I shouted again.

At the name of Jesus I felt the evil one's grip begin to slip. I felt my body returning to me and my strength recovering.

"In the Name of Jesus I rebuke you, Satan. I command you to leave"

I felt more freedom come to me, and now I could move my arms. I reached down to the floor by the side of my bed where my Bible lay. It is always there because I often fall asleep while reading the word of God. I opened the Bible now and it fell open at Mark 16:23 "Get thee behind me, Satan: thou art an offence unto me". I spoke these words out loud and I knew immediately that he had left.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was only 6:00 in the evening. I fell back into a sleep untroubled by dreams.

The next day I woke up refreshed and went to have breakfast at Sunny Donuts on Union Avenue. The Lebanese kids were hanging around outside looking very sorry for themselves and they wouldn't catch my eye as I passed.
I was reading the paper and I read that the evening before that the holocaust author Elie Wiesel had been assaulted at his hotel the night before. I somehow felt that this attack and mine were somehow linked.

The times of Satan leaving me and his assault corresponded. Satan, frustrated in his failed attack on me had entered the body of a young man and made him attack a different Jew.