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HOW YOU (CHRISTIAN) CAN, AND DO, HAVE DEMONS

When you are Born Again as a Christian/Believer/True Worshipper, JESUS/Holy Spirit comes to abide in your SPIRIT. Demons CANNOT get INTO your Spirit.

You are a triune being - BODY, SOUL and SPIRIT. Your SOUL is your MIND, WILL and EMOTIONS.

First is your BODY. Christians can have a sickness/disease just like the unSaved. That's caused by demons (if not caused by other factors).

Second is your SOUL. Do you have a bad temper? That's a demon. Is there mental illness in your family background? That is a demon. Do you have trouble serving God? That's a demon. Do you have problems with bad thoughts? That is a demon.

Third is your SPIRIT. Demons cannot get into your SPIRIT, but, the demons surround your SPIRIT like a glass jar surrounds its contents, and you have trouble serving the Lord JESUS the way the bible tells you to do or that you want. The contents of the jar cannot get out until you remove the lid (demons). Deliverance can get rid of the demons.



BOYCE and BOICE are two demons that interfere with any electronic equipment, i.e., phone, computer, printer, automobile. If something malfunctions, command these two demons to leave your equipment, in the name of Jesus.



Know this - EVERYONE has demons, ESPECIALLY CHRISTIANS. There is no Scripture that says this. It is just a matter of FACT. There is no Scripture that says you do NOT have demons. Jesus said the demons are living INSIDE of you, not OUTSIDE. Jesus also said the demons call your body their house. Do you live OUTSIDE of your house? Neither do your demons!



Would you like help from being Depressed? Abused? Afraid? Tormented? Suicidal? Sick? Alcoholic? Addict? Obese? Homosexual (gay, lesbian)? Witch? Satanist? Brotherhood? Want out of the occult or a cult? Hooked on porno? Dying? Diseased? Molester? Self-Abuse? Bi-polar? Etc.? Get Saved, then cast out these demons!



THE DEVIL HAS A CANDLE FOR EVERY NEED. HE MAKES IT LOOK GOOD AND SMELL GOOD JUST SO YOU CAN BRING HIS DEMONS INTO YOUR HOME. - svijeće su zlo!



DOLLS, STUFFED ANIMALS, AND TOYS

You can tell a tree by its fruits. The fruits of this passion for Pokemon are want, anxiety, avarice, envy, jealousy, rage, self-exaltation, pride, conceit, and an abiding belief in evolution. The practice consumes time and interest, thus promoting idleness, disrespect, escapism, despair, and loneliness. (cf. Galatians 5:16-26)

At it's base level, Pokemon trains the sinful flesh to elevate itself to become the Master ("like God", cf. Isaiah 14:12-15).

Idolatry is the common thread. Pokemon is sold by peer-pressure, that small voice that says to the innocent: "You really don't belong unless you do this," and "This will show them how important you are."



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