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Casie said, "Ok then, in the name of Jesus, we dissolve your rights to be here and command you to leave the property of the Samaritan Inn and go into the abyss waiting for the Lord's judgment on you."

All the other ladies, agreed, and then watched as it was taken up and away, out of their sight, all the while its eight legs were kicking against the angels and it was spewing out obscenities and what appeared to be pieces of white web that disintegrated as fast as they appeared. 

Nicole turned to the ladies and said, "It's no accident that this spirit manifested as something we would consider to be innocent.  We need to remember that we must be cautious of everything, especially things that seem innocent so that we aren't deceived by Satan's tricks."

"I get it!" Liz suddenly said.  "I've been getting spider bites and seeing real spiders all over the place.  Just yesterday we killed two black widows in our house.  I have known that this is physical representation of what is going on in the spiritual realm; I just didn't understand it until now.  The spiders that you guys have seen in the spiritual realm and that I keep seeing in the physical are representative of Satan's entrapment of people that leads to destruction!  This spider demon was Sensual Desire and Entrapment, but I bet it could be any type of enticement that demons use for entrapment."

"That's it girl!  Sensual desire, entrapment and black widows…sounds like Jezebel to me." Casie said.  "Ok, Lord.  Thank you for revealing and confirming this to us.  In Jesus' name we bind the spirits of Jezebel, Behemoth, and all spirits of entrapment over our community, over our churches and pastors, our town's leaders, the businesses, the school and its board members, administration and teachers, the citizens, homes, families, fathers, mothers and children, the land. 

"In Jesus' name we loose them from the entrapment and enslavement of the evil one and we ask You Father to loose legions of holy angels to come and make war with the enemy and to minister freedom and healing to the people.  Amen."

All the women joined in the "Amen."

As they began walking back to their cars, Deanne turned and looked back at the Inn.  She stopped, gasped and said, "Look!"  There at the top of Inn, hidden from view except from a certain angle, was a window that had been painted over some time ago, but no one had noticed it before.  The image was of a large black spider.

"Confirmation," several said in unison.

 

The following day, the Inn went into foreclosure.  No one knew what that meant for sure, but the day after that the intercessors were back at the Inn. 

They had been led to march around the property line one time every day for six days, and then to march seven times around on the seventh day.  And Casie had a shofar to blow.  It would be like the Israelites marching around the walls of Jericho where the giants had lived.

As they arrived, they found a pile of trash and garbage surrounding the old oak tree.

"Why am I not surprised?" Nicole asked.  "It's just confirmation of the defilement and pollution the Lord told us about." 

Liz replied, "Which confirms the other part of the word as well.  This property will be cleansed and purified!"

"Amen!" they all agreed.

Nicole backed her truck up close to the tree and they loaded all the garbage into the back of it. 

"I'll be right back," she said.  "I'm going to park my truck across the street to signify in the spiritual realm that the defilement is being cleansed and Satan's rights are being removed."

"Good idea, because we know that what happens in the physical represents what is happening in the spiritual," they all said together.

"I think we're getting it!" Casie laughed.

Nicole returned and they held hands forming their prayer circle.  She said, "We need to remember that this is not our battle, it is the Lord's.  No matter what happens when we are marching, we must not become terrified or distracted.  Just keep going.  The Lord is with us just as He was with Joshua and the Israelites.  We must be faithful to complete our assignment. 

"Joshua 1:3-9 says,
"Every place that the sole of your foot will tread upon I have given you… I will not leave you nor forsake you…. Only be strong and very courageous, that you may observe to do according to all the law which Moses My servant commanded you; do not turn from it to the right hand or to the left, that you may prosper wherever you go. Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the
Lord
your God is with you wherever you go.”

The ladies all agreed that they believed God's promise and made sure that they were covered in their spiritual armor.  Then they lined up to begin their silent prayer march around the Inn, pouring out the blood of Jesus in the spiritual realm as they walked.  Casie led and Nicole brought up the rear.  Because of Mary's physical weakness, she stationed herself on a bench just outside the Inn to pray.

Nicole wasn't sure if anyone else saw and heard Anak or not, but as they reached the spot where she had first seen the giant, he showed himself again with another fit of intimidating rage.  He began spewing out defiling words, but the intercessors just ignored him, confident in the power of their shields of faith that protected them in the front, and the angels that covered their backs.  And none of the giant's flaming rocks hit his intended targets.  Nicole could hear some of them claiming the blood of Jesus and some of them praying in tongues, but they kept their eyes focused on the path in front of them. 

They continued marching around the Inn, and as they arrived back at the front of the building, they heard the giant roar.  He had the intercessor's attention.  He was holding a giant boulder and had crept closer to the Inn.

"I will destroy this Inn before I allow you to have it!"  He yelled out.

The ladies began to pray, and when they opened their eyes, there was a very bright light hovering over and covering the Inn.  Anak and the boulder had disappeared from sight.

 

IS watched from his high and lofty throne in the heavenlies above the Inn.  Was there no stopping these measly women?  But of course there was.  No matter what happened on the seventh day of this march, his other plan was still in place and would be virtually unstoppable once commenced.  The Inn and his stronghold over Samaria was nothing compared to the magnitude of his power and the ramifications of the next phase of his strategy.  The meeting with his friends in the Illuminati had gone quite well, and very soon things in Samaria would change forever.  And there would be nothing any of these goons could do about it!  He would bide his time…

 

Other than the confrontation of Anak on the first day, their walks began rather quietly.  The second day of the march was also uneventful as far as the intercessors could tell.  They came, they prayed together, and then they marched silently around the property while praying individually.

On the third day, the ladies noticed that several of the fence railings were on the ground.  "We need to pick these up and repair them.  You know, repair the breaches," Liz said. 

"What are the breaches?" asked Deanne.

"Good question.  I'd say that we know some would be witchcraft, entrapment, sexual immorality, prostitution, the spirit of harlotry or whoredom, death, pharmakeia, addictions, alcohol, abuse, pride, greed, perversion, deception, prejudice, anger, rage, murder, Indian spirits …"

"That's right," said Casie.  "And those have opened the doors for the strongmen and principalities like Belial, Behemoth, Jezebel, Anak, Incubus Succubus…"

As they were talking, Deanne and Liz had picked up one of fence railings and were placing it back in its grooves when Liz said, "Oh my goodness!"

Every body looked where she was pointing and saw that a nest of red ants had been hiding under the fence post on the dirt.  They were scurrying around trying to hide. 

"If things that happen in the physical are a representative of what is happening in the spiritual, then this could mean that as we repair the breaches, we are uncovering hiding places of the enemy and he is being exposed," Liz said.

"Yes Lord Jesus," Cheryl prayed.  "Help them not to find another hiding place.  In Jesus Name we command them to go to the feet of Jesus to wait for His judgment."

"Amen," they all agreed.  As they continued their march they began loosing the Spirit of truth, freedom, praise, purity, righteousness, love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness, self-control, prayer, humility, surrender, love for God and His Word….

On the fourth day, it seemed as if all hell was breaking out in the community.  Gary sent word with Casie asking that they pray for the community before they marched that day.  Two suicides had occurred within the last 24 hours.  The sheriff was receiving so many domestic violence calls, it was crazy.  They had arrested three people for possession of drugs.  A woman had reportedly been raped, and there were several other things that Casie couldn't remember. 

The ladies went to prayer and bound the enemy wreaking havoc over the people and covered Samaria with Jesus' blood. 

As they stood together in the parking lot of the Inn, Liz said, "I feel that I need to share something that happened last night.  I have an angel statue in my living room, and it was covered with thick spider webs.  We waited until dark, and sure enough, a black widow came out of hiding.  I'm just explaining why I'm going to pray a certain way." 

And then she prayed, "Lord, in Jesus' name, we ask that all of the angels that have been taken captive by the enemy would be released, and that You would send out reinforcements in the spiritual realm to aid those angels fighting for Your cause, Lord God." 

"Yes, of course," Nicole prayed. "What an important prayer!  This is most definitely war, and there are surely angels that have been taken captive, and angels that have been wounded in this spiritual battle.  So Lord Jesus we also ask that You would also bring healing to Your wounded warriors."

By the next day, things had returned to normal, and everything was quiet in the community as far as the ladies could tell.  However, they could sense the battle going on in the spiritual realm as they walked.  With every step of obedience they took, Deanne sprinkled salt on the ground and Nicole sprayed salt water, saline nose spray, into the air.  The salt was to represent a cleansing and purifying of the land and air from defilement, and to bring redemption and healing to the land and property. 

The sixth day they all arrived with a feeling of urgency.  Every one of them felt as if destruction was brewing and so they prayed together longer than they had on the other five days before the march.  However, by the time they were ready to march, they had confidence that the Lord was victorious and by all outward appearances, that day was also uneventful. 

They buried scripture verses in the ground around the perimeter of the property, and then Deanne carried a bottle of water and poured it out along the way to represent the pouring out of living water as they walked.  The presence of the Lord was strong upon them, and they could visualize the God of peace crushing Satan under their feet.

As Nicole was driving Liz home, she decided to drive past a house that was obviously a house of witchcraft so that they could pray over it.  The evil was invasive and they could feel it as they got near.  They asked the Lord to hold it back from flowing onto the Inn and the work of God there.  Liz had some salt left and so she rolled down her window and tossed some out onto the ground in front of the house.  Nicole saw that a neighbor was saying something to them and so she stopped the truck. 

"How dare you throw trash out around here!  Throw it out in your own yard, you***!" He yelled.

Liz tried to respond.  "I'm sorry sir.  We weren't throwing trash…"

"I'm going to call the police on you, you****!"

"Sir, it was just salt, see?"  And Liz raised the bag up for him to see and sprinkled a pinch out the window in front of his yard. 

He wasn't listening, just getting more upset.  Nicole decided that it was time to move on, and as they drove away, they felt like they had just been assaulted in the spiritual realm. 

"I'm so sorry Liz!" Nicole said.  "Please forgive me for not praying about coming down here.  I know how important it is that every step we take be in obedience to the Holy Spirit.  I feel as if I put you in a dangerous position; not from the human standpoint, but from the spiritual.  If we step outside of obedience for even a minute, that's like putting our shields down."

"Well I didn't think about praying about it either.  The Spirit of the Lord was so strong on us at the Inn, we felt like we could keep going.  But you know, this is just the enemy and he can't win.  God's grace covers our mistakes as well as sin when we confess it.  He knows our hearts, and He will protect us."

"I do believe that.  It's just that God is trying to teach me to ask Him about everything so that I can walk in complete obedience to Him.  I just read about how the Israelites didn't journey unless the Lord's glory cloud or fire moved.  They were completely directed every step of the way.  I didn't ask about driving down here.  I assumed.  In battle, assumptions can be deadly. 

"So Lord Jesus, I confess my sin of assumption.  Please forgive me.  I know that You see my heart, so please cover our mistakes and protect us and our families and properties and ministries.  And Lord, I will continue to try to do better at asking You about things before I act on my ideas.  Please help me to learn this lesson."

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