This poem is very real. Everything happened just as I have described in this poetical story, of which is but one of several encounters with what the Bible calls spiritual warefare. (Ephesians Ch. 6 vs.12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.) This occurred in November of 1999. Through out that whole year I experienced many inexplicable things that were very frightening, to say the least. From the beginning of the year till the infamous date of November 30th, 1999 my mind's state deteriorated and my body weakened and was equally poor as my minds'. I was like a snowball rolling down a mountain picking up speed and getting bigger and bigger and then BANG!!! In an instance my life was forever changed. If you read Drifting parts 1 and 2 you should see a pattern, and get an idea of what happened.
When it came all I could see was a dark shadow standing over me -
Pressing down on my chest. It wanted my last breathe.
I was lying on my back completely motionless.
I couldn’t breathe or speak, but the Word was on my chest.
But it pressed harder and harder with powers beyond imagination!
Evil filled the room like a cloud of smoke, and I was suffocating!
And as I laid there instilled with fear, all I could do was wonder.
Is this the end of me, and if so, how much longer?
And as it pressed and pressed I almost gave it my last breath!
But thanks be to God, the Word was on my chest!
In between my right palm and heart was a Bible some time ago my mother gave me.
She told me, “Take this wherever you go my son, and meditate on it daily.”
And at last strength returned to me to fend off this uninvited imposter!
In the name of Jesus, get off my chest! For it is written.
No weapon formed against me shall prosper!