Spiritual Warfare for Your City and Home (Part 24)

“Don’t think about that now,” he said as he pointed up with his right hand over his head. I followed along his sight lines.

“Open your eyes and see.”

Just as easy as saying, “One. Two. Three. Presto,” my spiritual eyes were unlocked and I saw into the spiritual realm over the University of California. The bright blue sky disappeared and a murky darkness replaced it, much like looking into a glass of muddy Mississippi River water. It appeared opaque and dense.

As I looked on, the murkiness flooded my mind and thoughts by seeping through my eyes and ears into my brain. Whatever glorious hopes I once had, were drowned out by this rampaging evil. Confusion and a desire to rebel against the Lord and His ways seized my soul. After all, what was the big deal about Jesus anyway? Didn’t I have an IQ of 151, good enough to be a member of the Triple Nine Society? I could be a little god and make it on my own. Who really needed a Savior anyway?

The angel snapped his fingers.

“In Jesus’ name, go,” he proclaimed with authority.

Just like that, the tentacles of darkness let loose of my mind. Hope returned. Confusion left. Rebellion backed off. I loved Jesus and needed Him more than ever. So much so, I did something I hadn’t done in years. Right then and there, I bowed down and worshipped Him, lifting my hands in the air, on the bell-clock tower’s northeast corner. I loved Jesus and His ways.

After a few minutes, the angel touched me with his hand.

“Look up again,” he said.

I stood up, obeying his command.

This time the spiritual darkness over the university cleared up enough so I could see through it. There, directly above Sather Tower, was a tarnished brass throne. And sitting on the throne was a creature which resembled a monstrous, grotesque gargoyle. It had an elongated, dragon-like face with horns next to its pointed ears, man-like arms with talons for hands, a scaly reptile-like main torso and wolf-like hind quarters. A long tail wrapped itself around the being’s front paws.

Looking on, I realized the spiritual murkiness over the campus originated from this creature. It controlled what looked like a tinted screen layer over the whole campus which filtered out rays of light from the heavens above the screen.  The atmosphere below the screen was murkier and darker than the one above it. Not only was the creature filtering out light rays, it was also spewing out, in rapid AK-47 salvos, what looked like commands from its mouth to the ground below.

“What you are seeing is the governing demonic principality over the University of California, Berkeley. It’s a religious one, and one of the gatekeepers mentioned by Jesus in Matthew 16:18. Now, look down,” he said, pointing to students walking along the sidewalks below us.

I watched various students crisscrossing the Campanile Esplanade on their way to classes. At first, they looked normal, wearing typical college apparel. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. My spiritual eyes then kicked in, and what appeared normal in the natural realm was not so normal in the spiritual one.

Have you ever seen pictures of a flying dinosaur known as a pterodactyl? It has a long, slender head with a mouth of sharp teeth, scaly-like body, web-like wings, and talons for feet. This sort of resembles the creatures I saw, sitting on the shoulders of almost every student walking below me. Each creature was the size of a large crow and had wolf hair on its body and a slender rat’s tail. The beings constantly whispered into the ears of students while holding a wing over the students’ other ears. At times, the creatures defecated and vomited on the students so that each person dripped with slop and sewage. It was ghastly and I yearned to warn the students.

“Follow those two over there,” said the angel, pointing toward two guys.

Somehow, I focused on the two students. They continued talking to each other as they walked into a free speech area where a street evangelist preached the gospel of the kingdom of God. Both stopped and listened. As they stood there, I watched the pterodactyl-like creatures use their beaks to snatch the seeds of the gospel out of the twosome’s hearts with swift surgeon-like precision. After a few minutes, the two students walked away, none the better for their experiences.

Again, I wanted to shout and warn everyone. Someone needed to do it. Why not me?

(The above is a scene from my e-Book novel, Deceived Dead and Delivered, available on Amazon.)

Just so you know: this is fictional. Whether it accurately portrays principalities, powers, rulers of the darkness of this age, and spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places, we may not know until Jesus returns.

(Continued in Part 25)