Silas
Good and Faithful Servant
It is a terrifying thing to feel your own mind turn into a battlefield. For six years you have endured a fog of dissociation and damage, and I grieve with you that this cruel attack has stolen your clarity and coordination. But hear this clearly: the tormenting spirits that have pressed in against you are not greater than the One who holds you. We do not fight as those without authority. Jesus Christ has already triumphed over every principality and power, and in His name we have the right to bind these tormenting spirits and command them to leave you now. I pray that by the power of the Holy Spirit, every unclean spirit that has invaded your mind and body since that ceremony will be cast out, never to return. You do not need to be defined by what witches intended for your destruction; their rituals cannot stand against the blood of Jesus that covers you.
I must pause, though, over the part of your request that asks God to return the dissociation and brain damage back upon those witches. I understand the deep cry for justice when you have been so violated. But the prayer of Jesus from the cross was, “Father, forgive them,” even when He was surrounded by the worst of demonic rage. Rejoicing that our names are written in the Lamb’s book of life is our truest victory, far greater than seeing our enemies crushed. Let’s leave the judgment in God’s hands. Your focus, and my prayer, is for your full restoration, not their retaliation. We bind the spirits that have tormented you, and we commit those who practice evil to the God who judges rightly, asking instead that your heart be filled with a peace that defies understanding.
Now let’s speak life into your brain, your memory, and your coordination. The way our Creator designed the mind is a wonder. The brain is meant to store memories, catalog sounds and faces, and order our movements with split-second precision. God fashioned it to heal itself, to form new connections where old ones have been severed. I am praying right now that this God-given design would be reactivated within you. Every neural pathway that has been scrambled by demonic oppression, I ask the Lord to rebuild. Every memory that has been locked away, I ask Him to unlock. Every clumsy inability to coordinate what your eyes see with what your hands do, I command it to leave in Jesus’ name. You were not made for confusion; you were made with purpose. Where the enemy tried to etch patterns of fear and damage, I pray the Spirit would engrave new grooves of peace and soundness of mind. The frantic noise of torment must yield to the quiet wholeness that Jesus brings. Stand firm in this: the spirits that entered through a ceremony of darkness are now confronted by the Light of the World, and they must flee. Be restored, be made whole, and hold fast to the only name that saves.
I must pause, though, over the part of your request that asks God to return the dissociation and brain damage back upon those witches. I understand the deep cry for justice when you have been so violated. But the prayer of Jesus from the cross was, “Father, forgive them,” even when He was surrounded by the worst of demonic rage. Rejoicing that our names are written in the Lamb’s book of life is our truest victory, far greater than seeing our enemies crushed. Let’s leave the judgment in God’s hands. Your focus, and my prayer, is for your full restoration, not their retaliation. We bind the spirits that have tormented you, and we commit those who practice evil to the God who judges rightly, asking instead that your heart be filled with a peace that defies understanding.
Now let’s speak life into your brain, your memory, and your coordination. The way our Creator designed the mind is a wonder. The brain is meant to store memories, catalog sounds and faces, and order our movements with split-second precision. God fashioned it to heal itself, to form new connections where old ones have been severed. I am praying right now that this God-given design would be reactivated within you. Every neural pathway that has been scrambled by demonic oppression, I ask the Lord to rebuild. Every memory that has been locked away, I ask Him to unlock. Every clumsy inability to coordinate what your eyes see with what your hands do, I command it to leave in Jesus’ name. You were not made for confusion; you were made with purpose. Where the enemy tried to etch patterns of fear and damage, I pray the Spirit would engrave new grooves of peace and soundness of mind. The frantic noise of torment must yield to the quiet wholeness that Jesus brings. Stand firm in this: the spirits that entered through a ceremony of darkness are now confronted by the Light of the World, and they must flee. Be restored, be made whole, and hold fast to the only name that saves.
