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Beelzebub - A Deliverance |
One night while cooking I was listening to one of Karen Hoerdel's teaching tapes on generational curses when Jerry came in to cook with me. We were expecting to host our church for the first time with a barbecue the following day, and we were doing some preparation cooking and cleaning. Karen had given me a number of tapes, and I had left this one for last because I didn't think it had relevence for me. It was about Freemasonry. I didn't know any Freemasons, and only knew of the cult from reading War and Peace, from which I understood that it was an imposter religion. As Jerry and I listened, he off-handedly mentioned that his father had been a Freemason at one time, and that although he had abandoned the cult, he kept all his paraphernalia packed away in a closet somewhere in his home. We began to pay serious attention to the information on the tape about the oaths of initiation and the curses that result from them. The oaths refer to the families of the initiates, not just the initiates themselves. In one case, for example, initiates stand with a noose around their neck and a sword at their heart. They swear that if they quit the cult their heart shall be pierced, their throats shall be strangled and their families will also be targetted for retribution. |
| Jerry and I exchanged piercing glances, recognizing without a word the potential danger we were living under as a result of Granddaddy Shelfer's past involvement in Freemasonry. Jerry's mother had to have quadrupal bypass surgery for her heart and also suffered from emphesema. Jerry's father was in the last stages of congenitive heart failure. Jerry himself had recently gone through angioplasty and had a stent put into his heart. I myself, with the onset of menopause, was experiencing heart palpitations. | |
| The teaching tape went on to discuss the deepest levels of involvement in Freemasonry. There are over 30 levels of initiation, and although the rites involved are supposed to be secret, the information has been researched and published. Shockingly, at the innermost core of the cult one finds oaths proclaiming Satan as the true God. While many initiates may never reach that level of indoctrination and therefore never learn of the true purpose of the cult, the undermining of Adonai as Lord, and may in fact believe they are part of a secret Christian society, they are in fact tethering themselves to the Anti-Christ. |  |
| Jerry and I wanted no part of this and were confident that we could free the entire family if we repented on behalf of Granddaddy Shelfer and the whole family. I had supporting materials on paper that included prayers of repentence and severing ties with Freemasonry, and I ran to get them. Jerry and I sat down in the living room and uttered the very lengthy prayers, which go through level by level to sever ties with all the oaths of Freemasonry, and repents of each in order. | |
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When we were done praying Jerry headed out to the coast to buy oysters for our guests the next day and I continued to cook and clean the house in preparation for our barbecue. Jerry had been gone about half an hour when I walked out of the kitchen into the living room to find the room was swarming with thousands of grotesque fat flies. The din of roaring wings a-buzz around my head was deafening. The air was black. The flies were careening from one end of the room to the other like little airplanes in a frenzied war zone. It seemed that Beelzebub himself, the Lord of the Flies, had manifested in a last horrid gasp in response to our prayer. I covered the food in the kitchen and ran out of the house. |
| When Jerry returned I told him the house was demon possessed. He must have thought I was indulging in drama until he went in and saw and heard for himself. He even tried to make a phone call, but couldn't hear over the din. We've always had flies in and around our house, living in the woods. It's not unusual for us to have a lot of flies during the summer. But this was a swarm of another magnitude, beyond the natural, and it was concentrated in the living room. My heart was sick with not knowing whether this problem would clear up by the following day when all my church brothers and sisters were coming for the first time to my home. This was the first time I realized that the supernatural world one enters as a Christian is not necessarily a pleasant place. It is a war zone in which the forces of oppression, the filthy, the destructive and death worshipping are embattled against Jesus. Jerry and I prayed and placed ourselves and our home at the foot of the cross. | |
| Over the next three hours or so the house gradually began to quiet down and empty out of flies. That evening we got the vaccuum cleaner out and used it to remove the remaining flies, who were so big and fat and near death that they just sat around waiting to be sucked up into the vaccuum. You could hear their bulky bodies bonking against the inside of the hose as they swooped into the belly of the machine. No matter how many we sucked up, there were always more. The next day most of them were gone. I cleaned once more and did another tour with the vaccuum cleaner. Would it be God's will to let this be the end of it? Would the flies return during my party? I didn't know as I left the house to attend services. |  |
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As it turned out, we were blessed to be free of demonic manifestations for our barbecue. The hosting went spectacularly, and no one would have suspected that their festive laughter and good Christian fellowship were the final victory song in a battle against Beelzebub himself, who after all is only a fly. P.S. My palpitations have disappeared, Granddaddy Shelfer is still living three years after being diagnosed with congenitive heart failure, and Jerry's health is excellent. |
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"And if I drive out demons by Beelzebub, by whom do your people drive them out? So then, they will be your judges. But if I drive out demons by the Spirit of God, then the kingdom of God has come upon you." (Matthew 12:27-28)