Are You Sleeping with the Enemy?

Spiritual Warefare: Are You Sleeping
with the Enemy?

The year I made a New Years resolution to remove toxins from my life it included toxic people, I had no idea my husband and a portion of myself would die along with them.

Is it possible we have a shared soul mission to edify one another or is your mission for me filled with distractions to keep me from pursuing my life's purpose because my purpose is a threat to yours? Are you here to strengthen and challenge me, be my reflection, showing me what it is in you that is also in me, showing me the parts of myself that I do not like and need to change? You are my reflection. The anger and rage, the pain and suffering that I did not recognize in myself because small remnants are often difficult to identify. No matter how my smile tried to mask it, I could not heal until I fully cleansed the residue so much of my past transgressions had left behind.

I stumbled across you twice in life, you didn't notice me but I noticed you, you were perfect, gleaming in the sun. I was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. The first time was my birthday, the second time was my great grandmother's funeral. The Irony. The dates were symbolic all in fours.

The number four symbolic of the four elements air, fire, water, and earth.

I battled with conflicts, were you the deceiver, were you the tempter, the distractor? Was my soul's mission to lead you back to yours while your soul's mission was to lead me away from mine so that I would never succeed. Or could it have been that you needed me to live, you fed on my pain, and quenched your thirst with my tears. I believed it was my soul's mission to lead you to be Christ-like and I believe it was your soul's mission to lead me away;
We both succeeded in those times but were unable to maintain our positions.

When I stumbled across our family's ancestral history, your roots grounded in the hearts of evil, slave masters, murders, rapist, thieves and trickery. Mine, my ancestors were your prey. They came from the door of no return, Dakar, Senegal.


Their souls cry out to me, how can they Rest In Peace when they died so violently? They say we are the make up of our ancestors, each leaving a piece of themselves with us. While my ancestors were selected and kidnapped because of their great strength, intellect and their ability to endure the sun, they associated us with cockroaches because of our resilience even though our spirits and heart had been torn. Perhaps my emotional outcries and uproars are my ancestors banging from within me, asking me to look deep within myself to heal, so that they too can be healed, released from this hell and rest in paradise.

My ancestors provided me with many warnings, sign after sign but I could not understand their native tongue because my roots had been hidden and stolen from me. I could not relate to them because I did not know them, this was also a part of your ancestor's plan. Keeping my ancestral history from me prevented me from being spiritually guided to my life's purpose but the grace of God shined it's face upon me. Your deceptive lights no longer blind me like a deer caught in headlights. They say the devicer will come deceiving the nation calling himself the "Angel of Light". Turning away from the light, I walk towards my destiny. (Dig Deeper: Blinding Angel of Light)

You appeared three times in my visions, appearing at my door as a ghost, once I mustarded the strength to push my suburban in between us to distance myself from you, another time my father killed you. And then in the natural on three occasions I was faced with death, I called for you to save me but each time someone else appeared right before you as if to protect me from you. (Dig Deeper: Isaiah 58:8 God goes before us, protecting us First in the Natural then in the Spiritual) a star child had even warned me, a dream she recalled of you first chasing me and again with a knife this time stabbing me in the heart.

Again I battled with the conflicting thoughts, were you my mirror, showing me something about myself that I was unaware of? Was my depression provoked by a broken heart? Certainly someone I loved so dearly could not be out to kill me? But maybe you were and maybe this was not a bad thing but a destiny thing, maybe this death was a good thing. The flesh dies daily, so that the spirit can be free to live. Romans 8:13
For many of us it is difficult to shed the old, meaning, it is difficult to detach from the world when we have been subjected to it for so long. Perhaps we are given a mirror, a person who illuminates the darkness within us we are unable to detect. Perhaps the purpose of those around us are to help kill off the portion of ourselves that does not want to die but no longer suits our spiritual growth and is only holding us back. Assisted suicide of the Ego is killing off the toxic portion of yourself, so whatever your reason was for killing a portion of me in the end helped me. What you may have intended for bad was used for my good.Gen 50:20

Ending the War: Winning the Battle
If someone is drowning, how can they possibly save you from drowning. If someone has not learned to swim how can they save you from drowning? Forgive yourself and forgive them for they know not what they do. If someone is unaware they are battling their own demons within, be it anger, rage, past hurt, ancestral or generational curses etc how can they consciously be aware that they are hurting you? It may or may not be intentionally and because we don't know, forgive them for they know not what they do for they are just as lost as you. Or Perhaps they are a direct reflection of you and these are things you need to recognize in yourself and change.

6 Tips To Win:

Ultimately, Healing Someone Else Starts from Healing Yourself. You could be saving two lives.