Return of Desire for Suicide


I have a friend who had battled with suicide some years ago.  She healed, grew and was moving toward a dynamic life.

Two weeks ago, she started having random headaches and nausea which escalated to full blown desire for suicide.

It was clear from the onset that this was a demonic intrusion.  She had just received a rather clear indication from the Lord that she was getting a promotion in her spiritual journey and was entering into a new season of her life.  But the new season was fiercely contested by the enemy.

But suicide?  How could that be, when this was so far behind her, and she had so much to live for at the present?

We began to pursue our standard diagnostic question.  What changed?

There is a vast amount of normal and stable things in her life right now, so that made the one thing that changed stand out even more.

Smell.

For a few weeks, there had been intermittent smells of smoke from the upstairs apartment.  From the beginning, it had been illogical.  Smoke generally goes up, not down!  And for the smoke of a cigarette to be so strong as to carry from the neighbor’s apartment to hers was quite bizarre.

As we looked in that direction for a couple of weeks, the evidence mounted that the residents of that unit were on assignment against her and knew exactly what they were doing.  Apparently the local critters were not overly appreciative of her spiritual promotion and the word went out to kill her.

We were still stuck figuring out how smoke could open the door for that strong of a demonic attack.

God ended up exposing the second head of Leviathan in the brain.  We broadly think of the second head as dealing with weather, but I realized we could ratchet down from the macro of weather to the micro of the air we breathe.

So I engaged the critter briefly and asked what his point of entry was.  Silence.  Then the Holy Spirit said “bone.”  That was an interesting new concept to me.  I asked Leviathan whether his point of access was a bone, and he fled rather than answer me, which is a rather resounding “Yes!”

I mulled that for a bit.  I know there are eight cranial bones and 14 facial bones.  I held that up to “Sally” and she picked cranial.  I put the first letter of each one of the eight out there, and she chose “E.”  She is not overly knowledgeable about human anatomy, so this was a spiritual discernment answer, not a soul guess.

Ethmoid bone.  Off to Wikipedia to learn about it.  Hmm . . . the bone behind the nose, between the two eye sockets where the olfactory nerve goes.  Olfactory.  Smell.  Looks like we are onto something.

And the ethmoid bone is made up of three parts, which suggests the fractal of three.

I asked Sally to put a bit of anointing oil on her upper lip to see if it would help cleanse her ethmoid bone now that Leviathan was gone.  She did and promptly threw up.  I remembered that nausea was a recent – and non-familiar – part of the battle.  I circled back around and found another Leviathan in her gut who went much more obediently than Lot’s wife.

Did a general cleanup and all was good . . . until a day or two later, when the neighbors sent smoke to her.

That night, suicide was strong.  In the morning, I kicked the same two critters out again and then pondered what else to do.  The Holy Spirit said the Spirit of Death was still there, and directed me to look at smell in Scripture.

Took me a bit.  First hit was 2 Corinthians 2:14-17  NIV.

“But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him.  For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing.  To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life.  And who is equal to such a task?  Unlike so many, we do not peddle the word of God for profit.  On the contrary, in Christ we speak before God with sincerity, like men sent from God.”

Sounded solid, but I knew I wasn’t there yet.

Suddenly the Spirit brought to mind the King James term “sweet savor” that is used to describe the Levitical sacrifices which sure didn’t smell sweet to the human nose.  Ever smelled meat, leather and hair burning?  Not quite Chanel #5.

Now I was loaded.  My Exhorter rose up with eloquence all over him and called the Spirit of Death to attention.

He pointed out that Sally had been baptized into the death of Christ and Christ was the fulfillment of millions of Old Testament offerings, the ultimate sweet savor to God, and therefore . . .

Death left so fast he forgot to take his American Express card.  Unspeakably rude to leave before the Exhorter gave the invitation.

Exhorter expounded for a while anyway, since that is what Exhorters do, asking that the perfection of the fragrance of Christ’s death would purge all the sludge that had been left behind on the ethmoid bone.

Then Sally put a strategy in place, praying that the light of God, the sound of heaven’s worship and the sweet savor of Jesus’ sacrifice would invade the apartment upstairs and cause vast consternation to the demons who had been sent to kill her before she enters into the fullness of this next season of her journey.

All told, a new chapter of weirdness for us.

Sally seems to have a strong fragrance anointing.  I don’t know if that is why breathing became such a large gateway for Leviathan and Death to come in, or whether the people upstairs are particularly skilled in this kind of warfare.

For now, she is mulling over all the verses about “sweet savor” in Scripture and the “finished work of Christ on the cross” has a new layer of meaning as she vigorously identifies with His being the fulfillment of a whole burnt offering on the cross, and her being part of that – crucified with Him.

And the people and critters upstairs should be on the defensive for a while considering her fierce intentionality.

The association of the second head of Leviathan with Death was quite new, but made sense when we looked closely at it.

Another scam learned.  Another bomb defused.

Onward.

Copyright August 2017 by Arthur Burk

 

New Twist on Leviathan


I had an unexpected altercation with Leviathan today.  We had an odd wobble in one of my peeps, and I went in expecting an AHS and instead, when we stripped away the camouflage, it was Leviathan.

(Insert hard left turn at 65 MPH with mild whiplash).

I launched into an ear banging session and these are always interesting.  I never know when I am going to ouch the critters nor what the Holy Spirit will give me to use for ammo.

Today, out of the blue, the Spirit led me to John 17 and told me to talk about the glory.  So I went into hard core theology lesson pointing out how much glory Jesus had before He came and how He asked for it to be restored and Father did indeed, and today Jesus is luxuriant in restored glory.

And I gratuitously pointed out that Leviathan once had glory and had lost it massively, and would never, ever get it back.

That was a body blow and he wilted and quit talking smack.

However, he was still there.  The person in question looked inside and saw that he was chained to her brain.

That was odd to me.  I have had a whole lot of parts and AHS that have been caged, or chained or otherwise restrained, but how could an unholy creature be locked into place?  A new one for sure.

The Holy Spirit was all over it and took me to Revelation where Satan is chained by an angel for 1000 years, in the bottomless pit.  He explained to me that this was a counterfeit of that.  Some higher level spirit had assigned Leviathan to her brain but had chained Leviathan there so he could not leave even though he was hurting from the deliverance prayers.

I had never heard of that, but figured I would run with the Biblical imagery.  In Revelation it was an angel with the chain, so I asked God to send a Chain Specialist Angel to remove this chain and extract the critter.  He did, and it was all over quickly.

I have no idea whether the chain deal is a one-off stunt, or whether it exists in other applications. Thought I would just throw it out there for hoots.  If you get a critter that is clearly beaten but not gone, see if it is chained and is there involuntarily.

BUT . . . the other piece about the glory of Jesus being restored is spectacular!  That one shouts and dances and will be a permanent feature of my warfare arsenal.  You better believe a few other spirits that don’t bend the knee to Jesus’ kingship are going to get an earful of John 17 and Revelation 1!

Love new toys!!!!

Thank you Holy Spirit.  I can do anything when you are slipping me a cheat sheet in the midst of the ruckus.

Copyright October 2015 by Arthur Burk

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Leviathan’s Lair Follow Up


Gotta love our tribe.  There are some blazing fast implementers out there who don’t wait for the ink to dry on the page before converting the abstract into the concrete.  Rock on, Team SLG.

I have a very good friend who has been part of our tribe for years who took a whack to the head sometime back.  She had been in traditional therapy for a while when she got our blog on Leviathan occasionally being in the cerebral-spinal fluid and the sulci.

Here is an edited version of her report, used with permission.

 

Your blog post on Leviathan being in the CSF of the brain was so timely for me.  It came right on the day when I was just so fed up of recovery that I was ready to do something drastic, anything to try and speed up the process.  Both myself and my prayer partner felt it was something we could attack.  So we wasted no time in doing so.

It just so happened that the next time we were able to Skype was exactly nine months to the day and time that I received a head injury.  After a few minor technical issues courtesy of Leviathan, we got down to tackling the seven heads in the CSF of the brain and spinal cord.

It was a wonderfully messy time as we coached each other through the deliverance.  Coming from different backgrounds we both had different pieces to add.  We managed to get through all seven, getting stuck on a few where there were legal rights and sin issues to deal with.  But overall it was a success with each head being removed.

It’s only been a few days – early signs are encouraging, with a significant reduction in headaches, a greater tolerance for noise, and a more stable emotional base – the three main areas affected by my head injury.  It’s too early to say if there is “measurable, verifiable, sustained change” but so far so good.

 

It had never occurred to me that Leviathan in the CSF could be causing biological problems.  In the few people I worked with, we were focusing on spiritual issues and mental clarity, both of which produced results.

But this is spectacular.  It raises the question of what other biological problems could be affected.  My mind immediately races to migraines.

If we have any SLG guinea pigs with chronic migraines, I sure would recommend having some fairly unambiguous conversations with Leviathan in the brain to see what happens next.

Copyright August 2015 by Arthur Burk

In Salzburg

Where I should be burnishing my notes for “Tools for Freedom Part 3” on Wednesday, but I got quite captivated by this email.

Leviathan’s Lair


We are all very aware of the many things we don’t know how to do.  None of us can build a nuclear submarine in our backyard, or cure the common cold or negotiate peace in the Middle East.

Big deficiencies.

The bigger deficiencies are the things we do not know that we do not know!  And since we don’t know they exist, we are not looking for them, and since we are not looking for them, we can only learn about them if God reveals them to us.

I would like to share the process of a recent revelation in addition to the punch line.

On August 13th I posted an article about a lady who got slimed.  She has been through a lot of deliverance and inner healing in her history, but went to a patch of land that is quite defiled and while she was there, a critter attached.

She contacted her prayer team and they detached the critter, but then she contacted me and asked why it could attach.  My answer was that I didn’t know but suggested that her spirit go look at the brain and see if she could find the spot where it attached to see if we could do anything about it.

Her spirit found the spot, looked it up on the web and reported that it was called the sulcus centralis.  A sulcus is basically a valley between folds of the brain. There are about 30 of them that are significant enough that they are named and a bazillion small fry.

I wrote a blog about that asking the medical community to throw ideas my way.  A number of things surfaced (including a Wikipedia link on the subject.  Really guys, I am not that inept as a researcher that I need you to send me there as though I don’t know about it.  Really not).

I poked around in the various sources of information.  Everything seemed vaguely possible, but my spirit felt no draw at all to explore anything.  I decided to not follow up on any of those, nor did I call the lady back and do anything more with her spirit and that spot.

Then I got an email from a medical person who had a theory about Leviathan being in the sulci (plural of sulcus) of the brain.  I read her logic and it was awful.  It was one of those moments where her spirit absolutely knew something by direct revelation from the Holy Spirit, but her soul tried to justify and legitimize what her spirit had heard – and did a lousy job.

But my spirit jumped up and took notice that this idea sparkled.  My soul gratuitously tried to help out my spirit just like the other person’s soul did by pointing out that the sulci would be full of cerebral-spinal fluid and Leviathan functions in the water.

I patted my soul on the head in a patronizing manner and told it to go relax somewhere.

My spirit was adamant that the other lady had nailed it.  My soul came back from break and pointed out how devilishly clever it was to position Leviathan there.  The original lady had cleansed her frontal lobe some time after she got the teaching on Doing Deliverance on Your Brain and she had cleansed the parietal lobe, but we had never thought of cleansing the spaces between the lobes – the sulci!

So . . . I wrote the lady, told her I had a half baked potato and it was weird.

She scheduled a slot, and I tentatively took a swipe at the first head of Leviathan in the sulcus centralis.  The critter responded with a serious temper tantrum, and I shared some pretty pointed observations about who she belonged to and all those other relevant truths.

It only took a few minutes until he slowly detached himself and went on his way.

The lady was pretty shocked when it was over.  I was a little less shocked but certainly had mixed feelings.  Glad she was free.  Not excited about the fact that we now apparently have a whole new level of deliverance that needs to be done.

In time, we did each of the other seven heads with her, without bothering to identify which sulcus they called home.  Some were pretty tame – like the second head of Leviathan – and others were downright cantankerous.  All went.  In the end, it was just a battle of wills – a straight forward power encounter, not a truth encounter.

This lady came from a pretty gnarly background.  You would never know it today because the redemptive, restorative work of Christ has been exceptionally glorious.  But, at the end of the day, it did not surprise me to find critters in her brain.

The question on the table is whether the average guy in the church has any such junk calmly inhabiting his sulci, and secondly, to what degree is the presence of Leviathan affecting his brain if it is there?

For the lady, a lot changed.  She is in a white collar professional job with no apparent limitations.  But when her squatters left, her brain had a whole lot more bandwidth than ever before.  She is quite aggressively exploiting her new found RAM.

Since then I have worked with four other people, all of whom have a checkered background.  So far, we have found each head there when we called it out.  For some, the manifestation was pretty intense and for others not so much.

That is as far as we have gotten as of this time.  I still have not had the time to check any ordinary people to see if they have Leviathan in the cerebral-spinal fluid in the sulci.  I will probably leave that to you all.

I offer this to those of you practitioners who are more intrepid.  Take it and try it.  Give us some reports as to what you find, how uniform or uneven the results are.

I am pondering the possibility of doing an album on this subject later on this year when my spurt of trips is over.

Oh!  By the way, we all owe a debt of gratitude to the medical practitioner who heard about this in her spirit.  She is a courageous woman, doing some cutting edge stuff, blending traditional medical practice with the power of the Spirit partnering with the human spirit.

Would each of you stop and bless her with additional revelation and a double portion of the power of God in her hands?

Thanks.  She deserves it.

Copyright August 2015 by Arthur Burk

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Sixth Head of Leviathan


Jerry abruptly developed a strange inner conflict the other day.  He could not tolerate the thought of going to the gym.

He had been an athlete in his youth and dabbled at staying in shape as an adult.  He had wandered through the neighborhood gym a few times and had good experiences, both in the natural and in the spiritual.  Suddenly the thought of going there produced an emotion of absolute, rock solid refusal to even consider it.

Odd to say the least.

I had no clue what to do, which is quite common, so I stalled and said we would watch it for a few days.  We did and nothing softened at all while Jerry was getting aggravated with my stonewalling and stalling.

So to keep from looking like I was stalling, even though I was, I subjected the poor guy to my usual 20 questions and in the process discovered that he was losing momentum in several areas of his life.

I postulated that this might be in some way related to the Sixth Head of Leviathan which has to do with motion and flow and getting traction in life.  Clearly the gym was overt motion, but his life in general was not flowing as it normally did.

We found no landing pad for the Sixth Head that was at all convincing, but for lack of a better idea, I decided to take a swipe at this critter to see if anything changed.

I spoke directly to it (assuming something was there) and got no response.  I have found Leviathan to be rather challenging to deal with because it rarely speaks back, and rarely manifests, so I am totally dependent on my discernment to know whether I have done a decent job or not.  I depend on discernment when I have to, but am not one of those who believes he has x-ray vision about everything spiritual.

Nothing moved in the natural or within my range of discernment.  That could mean there was nothing there, and if you think casting out a demon is hard, let me tell you, casting out a critter that isn’t there is a lot harder!  Ask me how I know.

The other option is that it was there, but was laying low, trying not to flinch in hopes of making me believe it wasn’t there.  And since I wasn’t very convinced to begin with, it would certainly be a worthwhile scam to try to run.

At that juncture, when I was somewhat less than motivated to pursue a strategy that I was only mildly convinced was worth anything, the Holy Spirit stepped up and suggested I “consider” using Habakkuk 3 on the critter.

First of all, I love Habakkuk 3.  It is one of the best motion passages in Scripture.  Second, the Holy Spirit’s suggestions don’t need to be prayed over.  Third, this was proof positive from God that we were dealing with a motion related critter, whether sixth head or otherwise, and it WAS in there.

Now my juices were flowing.  We have a cornered varmint.  God is coaching me on strategy.  I am supposed to use one of my favorite weapons.  Know what?  I was beginning to feel like I would win this one.

I grabbed my Bible off the shelf, commanded the critter to listen up and began to read while I watched Jerry’s face on Skype to see if there were any flickers of movement that would give me a clue that Leviathan was being inconvenienced by this Scripture.

Forget the flickers.  There was an eruption by the second verse.  And the manifestations continued while I read slowly, firmly and at times repetitively through the passage.  Leviathan repeatedly had Jerry put his hands over his ears to block my voice, and I had to tell Jerry to put his hands down in his lap.

The manifestations were getting more and more violent, and I was about out of verses.  I knew the thing to do was just to roll back to the beginning and fire a second round.  However, one verse before the end of the passage about God’s intense motion, the critter fled as indicated by Jerry stopping the contortions.

For Jerry it was just plain horrible.  For me, it was a learning experience.

I have a hunch God has enrolled me in the school of Leviathan, and I will be encountering this critter for some time to come (until I get a handle on this).

The motion passage for the sixth head was simple.  I relish the sections of Scripture that speak of God in motion, and I had enough material to do a Senate filibuster if necessary.  BUT, I realized that if I know what is good for me, I had better develop a portfolio of passages for the other six heads as well.

Just in case this was the beginning of a training, not the end of it!

I checked back with Jerry a couple of days later.  He still has no desire to go to THAT gym, but motion over all is flowing again.  So, we wonder if something there got him infected.  Don’t know.  All I know is something really messy and wonderful happened with Habakkuk 3, and I won’t forget that one at all.

Copyright June 2015 by Arthur Burk

From home

After a five-week, six nation marathon that intruded in my writing schedule horribly.