The Watcher of Many Wonders Ch. 2 The Spiritual Attack

                                                  
“I’ll show you your room,” I say to Chrissy. She follows me out the backdoor into the marble corridor called Scripture Hall. Her eyes are drawn to the glowing light coming from the inscribed scriptures on the wall. It’s the only light in this long hall except the bright light at the end of the tunnel. Her mouth is slightly agape as her curious eyes soak up the Word of God that’s inscribed on the arched ceiling. Following the direction of her eyes she must be reading Psalm 72:18-19.

“This is Central Hall,” I inform her as we step into the white light. “Twelve hologram lamps outline the circular room like a clock and they are located above the four passageways to the East, West, North and South wings. The ground level and underground levels of the Many Wonders mansion are dedicated for the use of the shop. The five stories upstairs are where me and the rest of my family lives,” I say gesturing toward the grand staircase.

“Wow,” Chrissy says as we ascend the marble steps outlined in gold. “How did y’all afford all this?”

“Dad invented hologram lights. He’s also Kings Crossing’s mayor.”

“Your dad is John Watcher the inventor of hologram lights?”

“Yeah. You didn’t notice ‘The Watchers’ inscribed on the gates?” I ask. Chrissy shakes her head. “Anyways, my dad’s really close to Father God who we like to call Abba. He’s the one who gave my dad that idea and clues how to make holograms out of light. Mom’s really spiritual too but her favorite thing to do it make quilts, tell stories, and prophecy. She’s really good at it.”

“Is Mr. Watcher home? Are you sure I have his permission to stay here?” Chrissy asks after we we finally reach the third floor of the spiral staircase.

We turn left toward the guest hall. “He’s at work right now doing his mayorly duties but I’ll introduce you to him before dinner. Don’t worry he’s super prophetic, I bet he already had a feeling that you were coming. Ma and Dad have had live-in interns for the summer before. I’m sure he’ll agree for you to stay however long They plan for you to be here.”

“Who do you mean by ‘they’?”

“Father God, Jesus and Holy Spirit of course.”

I open the door to the Sunny Orange guest room, because I think would best match her cheerful personality and we both step inside. Chrissy glances around the spacious room full of colorfully bright furniture but the large window seems to compel her the most. She opens it so I follow her to the open window. As the breeze is invited in Holy Spirit surrounds my body like He’s riding the wind. Chrissy and I both look down at the gaily arranged flowers and spices that’s beside the side of the mansion.

“You like it?” I ask.

“It’s breathtaking.” The sunlight highlights the blond strains in her brown waves of hair. They chose a pretty one. “This is a much better view than the trailer I was staying at,” she says with a laugh in her tone. I wasn’t expecting her extra comment, so we both end up sharing a laugh.

After we simmer down I say “I bet Jesus favors that garden as well.” I quietly recall the times where I imagined Jesus smelling the lilies of that garden. I head toward the entrance of the bedroom and push the yellow button on the wall near the door.

“Yes Princess Reine?” Obadiah answers. His face projects on a paper-thin hologram screen above the button.

I laugh. “Knock it off with the over the top nicknames.”

“You’re the daughter of Abba God so calling you princess is appropriate,” Obadiah defends himself in a joking manner.

“Well, thank you for your continual recognition of my high status,” I joke back. Even though I tease Obadiah for sometimes calling me Princess Reine it’s no secret that I rather enjoy it.

“It’s my honor Princess Reine,” Obadiah continues. He has the nerve to mockingly bow to me. I roll my eyes and pat my hand on Chrissy’s shoulders.

“Can you bring Sister Chrissy’s things in from her car? It’s parked out front,” I ask.

“It’s more like broken down out front,” Chrissy informs us.

“It’s not a problem,” he says with a smirk.

“Thanks Obadiah.” He clicks off the net-work hologram by clicking a button on his watch.

“Who was that?” Chrissy asks.

“Obadiah works here but he’s basically family. We joke around all the time.”

“Oh.” Chrissy plops down on her bed in a daze.

“Hey, what are you up to?” I ask Chrissy. Her eyes are focused on her ancient cell phone.

        “I’m just reading a prayer request on the Serious Prayer App,” she responds looking up.

        “That’s one of my favorite apps,” I sit down on the bed beside her.

        “This poor guy has some sexual immorality issues that we need to pray about. He has an addiction to pornography,” Chrissy says with a concerned frown etched on her forehead. “I used to deal with something similar so I know how hard it is to break the chain. It took my mother’s death for me to finally sever it,” Chrissy reflects sadly.

“Believe it or not me too until my Grandma died. Then a new struggle sprouted in its place,” I confess to my new friend. “Let’s pray for him together,” I suggest as I draw a little closer to her preparing to hold hands.

        “How can more than one person pray together at the same time? Either one person sits and be quiet while the other talks or they both have to pray out loud at the same time. If we’re supposed to touch and pray in one accord those methods don’t seem like we’re praying on one accord to me,” Chrissy rambles. I smirk and tilt my head.

        “Why are you asking me?” I ask.

“Because you look like you have some wisdom,” she says. I’m surprised that she’s opening up to me already and a bit flattered by the compliment so I awkwardly pat her on the head. Holy Spirit flashes James 1:5 written in light over her forehead. That’s never happened before. This gift of vision is truly awesome.

“Can you pass me the Bible on the nightstand?” I ask. We always keep a Bible in every guest room.

“Sure,” Chrissy puts it in her lap.

“Can you read James 1:5 aloud please? I saw it flash above your head.” Chrissy gives me an impressed look. Good she doesn’t think I’m crazy.

“Wow that’s cool. It says if any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault and it will be given to you.”

“There’s your answer,” I say. She lowers her head and fiddles with her fingers looking a little hurt by my sternness. My heart deflates a little because of that. “Let’s pray,” I say gently and hold her hand. Chrissy leads the prayer. As she prays currents of holy energy run through our hands. Even when she stops praying and we just meditate on God with our eyes closed for a moment the energy is still present.

“I think I’m getting some revelation on my question that I asked earlier. When people pray together it is like they are writing a petition to God and if a person doesn’t say anything but just agrees then they sign their name on that prayer document in the spirit by saying Amen.”

“Amen to that. God’s good.” I say. God’s really giving her a well of revelation.

“Ow,” Chrissy drops my hand to hold her arm. “It hurts. It’s moving up my arm.”

“Crap. We should’ve prayed for protection before we started this prayer circle. I’m sorry,” I say shaking my head at my neglect. “A spirit of infirmity is probably attacking you. Where’s the pain?”

“It’s moving up to my shoulder,” Chrissy says in a panicky voice.

“Shh, don’t be afraid. It’ll leave,” I promise her. I wonder if this increase in spiritual attacks lately have been because of the state senator elections in December or my recent gift. I place my hand on her shoulder and say “By the blood of Jesus I command you evil spirit of infirmity to leave Chrissy’s body right now. I take authority over all the power of the enemy that’s coming against her, because Jesus said to his disciples recorded in Luke 10:19. Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.” A dark shadow jolts out of her arm and darts through the window. I pause and regard her watery eyes. “Is the pain gone?”

“Yeah it left. Thanks.” She sighs in relief.

“Thank God. There’s power in the name of Jesus. If that ever happens to you again rebuke the demon using the scriptures and the name of Jesus. That’s what my parents taught me when I was a little girl afraid to sleep in the dark,” I tell her. She nods her head reflecting.

“My mom said something similar to me too.”

“I can’t believe that happened while we were praying though. Low-level demons like that don’t usually stick their noses around the Watcher estate,” I mumble mostly to myself. It must’ve been sent here by some form of witchcraft or more specifically the Wyrmwood household. A picture of Jake Wyrmwood’s blue eyes flashes in my mind. He holds a black wand to the window of his home facing my house. A black shadow re-enters his wand.

“How’d you know it was low-level?” Chrissy asks. I stand up go to the window to peer at the Wyrmwood house. On their balcony I watch Jake’s tall figure retreat into his house. I’d probably freak my new intern out if I revealed that the son of New Babylon School of Witchcraft’s principal sent a demon to attack her.

“What’s going on?” she asks wearily.

“Don’t worry most of the demons in America and this region are pretty low level compared to some countries in the Old World because there are so many manifested sons and daughters of God here. We’re in the process of establishing regions of light where no one sins,” I begin to explain. “Kings Crossing is one of those places. Also, while my hand was on your shoulder I could feel the demon’s demonic frequency and it wasn’t that strong.”

“Back up. Region of light?” she blinks at me.

“My mom has been prophesying about regions of light for forty years. Revelator Kat Kerr talks about it too. Don’t worry you’ll start to learn all these terms in Spirit Realm Bootcamp that we’re hosting next month. A region of light is when the glory of God is so strong in a place or area because of the obedience of the children of God that demons can’t stand to be there. In order for that to happen the spiritual atmosphere has to be cleared of demonic fortresses called strongholds and other spiritual debris. Regions of light will be an awesome place where we will prosper and live in health and rule and reign with the messiah. You could say they are a little bit of heaven on earth.”

“Not even Satan can go to the region of light?” She asks.

“I guess Abba could allow him to tempt us like he did Adam and Eve, Job or Jesus. Otherwise Satan’t wouldn’t be able to break in unless a Christian freely sins in the region of light which would invite the enemy to invade.”

“That’s not good.” Chrissy comments. “So… do regions of light exist yet?”

“Not yet but I believe Kings Crossing is on its way to becoming one. We’ve got a  major obstacle to overcome though. The Wyrmwoods that live behind us and their cult are into some dark stuff. They’re the center of darkness in this city. Groups from Satanism, New Age, Wicca, Buddhism, Native American paganism and other dark groups have meetings at the Wyrmwood household.”

“Seriously?” she asks wearily.

“Yeah. We need to pray that they accept Jesus.”

“Come quickly,” the Holy Spirit nudges in my spirit. “I want you to intercede for this region.”

“I’m coming.” My spirit tells Holy Spirit so my natural lips don’t move. I slightly lift my hand to feel glory of God stirring in the atmosphere that manifests like a tugging wind on my hand.

“Feel free to rest in here until dinner. You seem a bit overwhelmed,” I tell Chrissy whose eyes are starting to droop. “I’ll send Fukumi, a Watcher servant, to help you put your things away. I’ll be back before dinner.”

“Sounds good,” her gaze shifts toward me. “Where you going?” I glance back at her with my hand on the knob.

“The encounter room.”