Hi Justin:
Here is an excerpt from Ray's Nashville 2007 conference:
"This was a 75 year old lady, each of us had one arm one leg, she was just violent. We would ask, ‘who are you?’ She would just snarl and then she would give us a name. We didn’t know, so we would just command these things to come out, in the name of Jesus Christ. And then she would settle down and be like, ‘what are you all doing?’ We’d say, well you’re not feeling to good Anne, ‘well, what’s wrong?’ You are just not feeling good right now. Then her face would snarl up and she would start yelling at us. We would say, who are you? It’s kind of comical now, I don’t think that demons are smart. I remember that at one point there was one, I did know them all, but I started to forget them. But this one was named Bok, and we cast out Bok. Then we cast out a bunch of others. So one after the other, they would just take her and we’d cast them out, then she would just settle down and be fine. She would say, ‘what’s wrong, why am I on the floor?’ She didn’t know what was happening. We would ask each one’s name and it was a different demon. One time I ask who are you, and it said ‘Bouk,’ we said wait a minute we just cast you out, it said, ‘no, that was Bok, I’m Bouk.’ I’m serious."Source:
http://forums.bible-truths.com/index.php/topic,4472.msg37590.html#msg37590
I have never seen anyone spew yellow (or any other color of) vomit. (Well, except for my daughter when she had colic!)
I personally know a little girl (
) who back in 1973, and 8 at the time, came in from playing outdoors one late afternoon and passed through the living room and down the hall to her room. On her way through the living room, she saw her 17-year-old brother sitting on their couch next to their mother. "How odd is this!" she thought. He's sitting next to mom and with his arm around her neck and just looking at her and cherishing her as if he'd not seen her in decades! He was elated to just be near her and was being very gentle.
The little girl was now back in her bedroom, and all was calm. Then a loud POP. And there she stood in her bedroom next to her closet near the entrance to the hallway, all 5'1", 102 lbs. of her with her son next to her, his eyes bulging and looking like he was going to fly into a rage! He couldn't stand still, he was freaking out. She was hunched over in pain and looking terrified, and wimpering like a puppy, with her hands cupping her mouth as blood poured through her fingers and onto the green carpet, probably praying to God (please, no more!), having just had every last one of her upper teeth pulled and replaced in the week prior. He'd punched his mother square in her mouth.
The little girl and her other brothers and sisters all huddled together in a bedroom, knees wobbling and trying to protect and praying for protection. And then a loud knock on the door. (Gasps). Their brother flings the bedroom door wipe open and just stands there; one hand on the doorknob and the other clutching the doorjamb, his chest rising and falling hard, eyes wide open and looking to me like, "You're next."
Turns around and shuts the door behind him.
It took my father and three or four fully GROWN men in our neighborhood what seemed like an hour to chase his butt down and tackle him, then struggle to get in the back of Leon Newman's car so they could get him to the hospital. He gets out of the hospital three days later and I see him walking up the driveway, acting his normal p'd off self.
He'd dropped acid and had a bad trip.
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