I want to share something with you all. This goes back to being careful which gates and doors we open. And, no! I’m not crazy.

Last Summer, I was sleeping in my usual spot on the sidewalk, and awoke to find a man lying a short distance away from me. He seemed to be really high on something, and pretty out of it. He was barely conscious, I think. I closed my eyes but stayed awake. I looked over at him every few minutes to see if he was still breathing. He was. About the third or fourth time I looked over at him, there was a woman kneeling before him, and he seemed to be struggling to hold his head up. He was on his back and she was knelt almost between his knees. I sensed something very eerie, and said, “You have a snake on you.” (I cleaned that up a bit; I spoke to him in street language…I’m sure you can fill in the picture.) He looked at me, and let his head fall back onto the sidewalk. The woman looked at me, but didn’t move. A few more minutes went by, and I looked in the man’s direction again. This time, the woman was gone; but I still sensed an eerie presence. Then, I said, “Satan, the blood of Jesus stands against you, and you will not prevail. In the Name of Jesus Christ, our Lord, I rebuke you. Let that man go!” I kid you not! This hideous, giant, lumbering thing stood up out of that man (he was still lying on the sidewalk), and walked across the street to the wall, sort of melting right into it. It was visible, but almost transparent. I’ve never experienced anything like that. The man was gone early the next morning, and I didn’t see him (the man on the sidewalk) again.

Within a few days, things began to happen. I was putting my bedroll down one evening, the wind came up suddenly, and a plastic grocery bag came flying at me. I sensed that same presence, but didn’t see the creature I’d seen before. I again plead the blood of Jesus and rebuked that plastic bag in Jesus’ Name, telling it, “be gone!” That bag fell to the ground and sort of scooted away across the street. One night, I was already in my bedroll, tarp covering me. I left the usual opening at the head, for air. The wind started blowing and gusting. Suddenly, a plastic grocery bag came rushing at my bedroll. I rebuked it again, and when I did, this blast of wind smacked my in the face, as if trying to push me. The plastic bag thing went on all during the Fall and Winter. It would come slinking around me, came rushing at me at times, and just really made a nuisance of itself. A few times, people back in the same area heard me rebuking that plastic bag, and I’ve heard some chortling over it. And, I have to admit, I’ve even laughed at myself – rebuking the hell (literally) out of a plastic bag?! What?! That’s okay; wait and see.

Thursday, Feb. 25th, as I was approaching my usual spot, a little styrofoam bowl came rushing around the corner and rolling along the curb quickly, and I swear that thing looked as if it had been waiting for me. There was also a plastic bag dancing around there. OMG! Two of them?! I rebuked that bag again, and told it to go over to the area just below the big billboard, “where you belong,” I said. It floated up over the top of the wall, dropped behind it for a moment, and then went right into the pile of debris and waste that was there along the fence. The bowl began to play a little game with me, coming closer, and rolling away when I rebuked it. This went on for a few minutes, and I rebuked it one more time, then turned back to getting my things unpacked. I was just about to start putting my bedroll down, when I felt that presence. I turned around, and there was that bowl, right behind me, just off the curb. I said, “Oh, yeah?!” I stopped what I was doing, and began to kick the bowl across the street. When I got it to the little meridian strip there, I kicked it off the curb of it. That little bowl came up off the street, then landed back down on it, and rolled toward that corner where the bag was, at top speed. It jumped the curb there, and there it stayed. I knew that thing/spirit was on the bowl, and that bag was a lesser power, but they were definitely on the same team. Friday night, (actually, very early Saturday morning) I was on the bus, on Charleston, headed East. The bus was side-swiped by an automobile. Thankfully, nobody was hurt; but let me tell you what came floating into the intersection out of nowhere. You guessed it; a plastic grocery bag. This time, it was a black plastic bag. It kind of dipped a little in the intersection and seemed to slow down, floating past. I rebuked it in Jesus’ Name! It fell slowly to the ground and went scooting toward a house on the other side of the intersection, where it disappeared from view. I got off the bus a short time later with two other passengers. As I was waiting for an answer regarding the next scheduled bus and where I would have to catch it, that bag came slinking up to where we were. (closer to the bus) It stopped, and just sort of hovered close to the ground there for a few minutes. One of the supervisors gave me the information about the next bus. The bag was gone when we finished talking and I looked over toward where it had been.

Are you ready? Sunday morning, I was just waking up, and I felt that presence again. Suddenly, I was speaking in a tongue, in the Holy Spirit. Then, I rebuked that thing again, and commanded it to leave in Jesus’ Name. That thing is gone. I believe it was that thing I cast out of that man last Summer; perhaps not wanting to be visible, it attached itself to those bags, and to that little bowl. I’m pretty sure it came to see if I’d been harmed in that accident on Charleston. Praise God! It’s been quiet behind the Rescue Mission since Sunday morning.

Love you from Cafe du Mondieu

Copyright by Marina Morrison (aka) Eden Stillwater, March 4, 2021, 11:15 a.m.