The LAST witch

 

Deuteronomy 18:10

King James Version

10 There shall not be found among you 

any one that maketh his son or his daughter 

to pass through the fire, 

or that useth divination, 

or an observer of times, 

or an enchanter, 

or a witch.

She was the last of the line.

Or was she?

At least, from the many generations that preceded her.

She came from a long line of witches.

How did she come to know that?

Dreams.

Always, through dreams.

The older the witch, the more bent they were.

They lined down the stairs.

Nearing the bottom of the stairs, the straighter they became.

At the end of the steps, there she was.

Young.

Seated.

Fresh-faced.

With a delicate smile.

You could not detect any evil upon her.

Clothed in a long black dress, she sat primly.

Who would have thought she was a witch?

But maybe, she wasn't.

Is that at all possible?

After having come from a long line of such?

Well, there she was.

Totally alien to the previous generations.

How did that come about?

That's like asking how do her dreams occur?

She didn't know.

All she knew was that she "saw".

She could see "things".

She could hear "voices".

She was given "messages".

She even spied a demon's face among the bushes, one afternoon.

His evil eye, fixed on her.

Apart from the many faces she'd see around.

Every so often.

Clear "formations", that only she could see.

She knows if they're after her.

Or if they're for her.

It has become so, that it failed to unnerve her.

She hasn't shared her visions with anyone.

How could she even begin to explain?

She merely took notes of her dreams.

And found a decent book to interpret them with.

The dreams started since she was a child.

They didn't haunt her.

They intrigued her.

One day, as she was in her thirties, she felt great distcontent.

She turned her back on the world.

And would have nothing more to do with it.

Then the dreams became vicious.

Even bloody.

Still, she wasn't terrified.

She needed to understand.

She'd experience strange dreams.

Such as battling black scorpions.

Or putting her hand up, as lifeless people came for her.

That stopped them in their tracks.

Sure, she could stop them.

But she didn't feel powerful enough.

Something was missing.

It was pretty much the same when she battled the scorpions.

She didn't feel power in her hands, as she fended them off.

At another time, she came upon a thick, black book.

It looked so ancient, inviting her to look in.

All the while, she became aware of two old women whispering.

She was not supposed to be there.

But there she was, and they were afraid.

They didn't want her to look into the book.

Would she succumb to the darkness?

The darkness wanted her to.

The darkness has courted her, all her life.

But she kept it at bay.

Not to mean, she didn't make tons of errors.

Hurting many people, as she did.

She was no great beauty.

But men seemed to be drawn to her.

It didn't interest her, to knowingly entice.

Such was not her way.

Nor will ever be.

Most of the time, she was oblivious to people.

She was too busy with her search.

Not for a man, but for absolute knowledge.

Was that why darkness followed her around?

Making many threats upon her life, as she slept.

During the day, they were nowhere to be found.

Ah, but at night, there they were.

Not making her lose much sleep, for she'd pray.

Just the simplest, childlike prayer she knew:

"Please help me, GOD!"

And right away, darkness and demons dissipated.

She knew they were after her soul.

She knew they dug into her gut.

Or at least, tried to.

Unsuccessfully.

She had too many encounters to be afraid of them.

Once, a crowd of demons looked down, upon seeing her.

Almost respectfully.

The men and women, with black-ringed eyes, whispered something.

Of course, they all wore black.

She gathered they were actually afraid of her!

She overheard them mentioning about a "path" she took before.

Walking with JESUS.

But she didn't know the LORD then.

So, she filed the memory for future understanding.

What she did know is that the demons knew her.

Darkness tried to ambush her too many times.

And that the entities were afraid of her.

But how could they be?

She barely had power to fend them off.

But that's how it is in the spirit world.

You don't know what they know.

Until you get to know JESUS.

Until GOD makes you born again.

Then all things become clear.

And you don't need that dream book again.

SPIRIT will interpret it for you.

He will lead you to Scripture.

And you will know for sure.

As she did, eventually.

That she was no witch.

The last witch was the one at the foot of the stairs.

The one behind her.

The line ended with that one.

They had not corrupted her.

How could they?

She belonged to GOD.

From day one.

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