I recently just got back from a trip to Africa, where I spent 26 hours traveling, to spend 9 hours a day out in the middle of nowhere, doing nothing but praying and worshiping for 10 days straight.
Why?
Desperation......
If you've ever been desperate then you understand. If you haven't, then this might be a good time to scroll social media. But for those who've been desperate or are in a desperate situation, then this word is for you.
A few months prior, I came across a video about an African ex-warlock who got radically saved and has been a pastor teaching on spiritual warfare for the last 20 years. It was one of the most impactful testimonies I have ever heard.
It changed me, especially the way I thought about prayer, and how tremendously powerful it is.
I don't have space here to tell you the details of his whole story (it was a 3 hour testimony....and trust me, you won't be looking at the time while listening). However, one of the things that stood out to me was his story about how when he was a high-level warlock in Africa, he had been given an assignment to break up this small prayer group of women and a pastor in Uganda.
He'd been shown that if this group was successful in staying united in prayer, they would break demonic strongholds off of a whole region, including multiple nations.
In preparation to destroy this prayer group, he and the other witches and warlocks were given 500 page books detailing the lives of each individual. It included years and years of the enemy studying the weaknesses, traumas, iniquities and patterns of these prayer warriors. (500 pages....this blew my mind!)
They were looking for any crack to gain entrance into their lives, so they could come in and dismantle the prayer group.
Sadly to say, he was successful. However, God ultimately had the victory when this warlock was radically saved by a young college woman who spent immense amounts of hours praying for the salvation of witches and warlocks.
When I heard this story I was instantly drawn in and his testimony resonated with my spirit. So, when I found out some months later that he was holding Consecration Camps to train people for spiritual warfare and deliverance I knew I had to go.
Within a couple of months I was on a plane flying to Africa. When I told people what I was doing they were like, "You're doing what?"
"Are you going with a group?"
"No"
"Are you going on a mission trip?"
"Not exactly"
"You're flying to Africa by yourself?"
"Yeah"
"Do you think that is safe?"
"I'll be fine. God's got me."
Those who didn't know me that well looked at me like I was crazy. Those who did, just laughed, "That's Julie".
So, when the day came to fly out, I got on the plane with no hesitation. However, by the time I made it to my hotel a little before midnight, that feeling changed.
After spending an hour in the dark, driving down the bumpiest roads I've ever experienced in my life, (which required us to drive as slow as 5 mph at times), I finally arrived at my hotel at the end of a narrow dirt road.
When we pulled up, it was completely dark except for one dim light that gave a green shadowed overcast in the lobby.
One woman stood at the desk, and upon giving her my name she couldn't find my reservation.
I explained to her the church had made my reservation and I was told I would pay upon arrival. She gave me a key and I walked to my room. I sat down on the bed and looked around the room with nothing in it except a bed, some shelves to set my things, and four white walls.
It was after midnight and I'd be getting up early so I decided to get ready for bed. I went over and locked my room door and headed to the sliding patio door to make sure it was locked as well.
That's when I realized it wouldn't latch all the way. I tried several times to no avail. I thought about calling the front desk to tell them my door wouldn't lock, but then I realized there was no phone in the room; and after all, what was the young woman at the desk by herself going to do anyway.
I grabbed my bible and decided to just pray for safety and go to bed. That's when I heard this god-awful noise coming from outside in the dark. It was a howling dog, but it didn't sound like a normal howling dog. It sounded like it was being tortured.
This went on all through the night. I couldn't imagine what would make a dog scream like this except someone was doing something to it; like someone torturing it for some witchcraft ritual.
As the hours of the night went on, I laid in my bed praying for this howling to stop so I could sleep. It didn't. Instead, the noise increased. I began hearing Muslims chant in the distant.
I laid there in the dark.
What was I thinking coming here by myself? This was a mistake.
At that moment I wanted to go home.
The next morning I arrived at camp and we spent 7 hours in prayer and the remaining hours were spent in worship. I didn't know it was possible to pray that much.
How in the world are we going to do this much praying for 10 days straight? I thought to myself. This is exhausting.
By the time I arrived back at the hotel around 9 p.m. I was worn out. I hadn't had any sleep the night before due to the howling dog, nor had I been able to sleep on the 26 hour plane ride over. So, I was going on two nights with no sleep.
That night I was desperate for sleep, however, like the night before it, the howling dog started up after midnight.
By the fourth day at camp I was desperate for some sleep. So that night I began declaring that the Lord would silence the mouth of this dog, or if somebody was doing some type of witchcraft to torture this dog that it would get free and the owner wouldn't be able to find it.
I didn't hear any howling dog that night, and I fell into a deep sleep. That night I had a very vivid dream.
Just so you know, I'm not one who has meaningful dreams. I can probably count on one hand the amount of times I've had dreams that have had any sort of meaning, let alone ones that made sense or I could remember.
But this one was very vivid.
I was at a lake and a woman was sitting on a jet ski in the water. There were a few other people on jet skis on the lake with her. The woman invited me to ride with them so I agreed.
When I went to get on the back of the jet ski she told me to sit sideways, clear on the very back. I knew this was going to make it very hard for me to hold on. However, before I could think twice about it, she sped off and immediately began spinning us around in circles.
As the momentum increased and the spinning continued, I fell off. That's when I became aware that I didn't have on a life jacket, and I realized I could drown. I took off swimming very fast back to the jet skis. Everyone was surprised how strong and fast I swam, including myself.
I looked at the woman and noticed everyone else had on life jackets. I said, "I need a life jacket."
She laughed deviously and said, "Well, I guess you should have brought one."
Just then, the demeanor of this woman from one of the other jet skis turned demonic. Her mouth opened wide and she began cursing and screeching at me. Her face was filled with hate towards me.
Suddenly, she lunged at me and shoved me under the water, trying to drown me. Instantly, I shot up out of the water and grabbed her by the neck. I started choking her and held her under the water until I started seeing bubbles come out of her mouth.
Finally, I let her back up out of the water. She was gasping for air.
"Are you going to stop?" I asked.
"Yes," she said.
But, as soon as I let go of her she lunged at me again. I grabbed her by the neck and began choking her under the water. I held her under until I saw bubbles coming out of her mouth.
At the last minute I let her back up. Again, she agreed to stop, but as soon as I let her loose she immediately lunged at me and tried to drown me.
Once again, I grabbed her by the neck and began choking her while holding her under the water. At the last minute I let her up.
"Are you going to stop?" I asked.
Exhausted and gasping, she nodded her head yes. I let her go and this time she had no strength left to come after me.
Immediately, I woke up from the dream. I looked at the clock and it was about 3:30 a.m.
I knew this was God speaking to me through the dream, so I immediately grabbed a notepad and began writing down the dream.
The next morning I prayed and asked the Lord for the meaning of the dream. This is what I believe He showed me:
The woman told me to get on the back of the jet ski and to turn sideways, therefore, making it next to impossible to be able to hold on.
This is what has been happening to many of you reading this.
You have had relentless opposition, roadblocks, warfare and delays that have come against you, that have made you have feel very overlooked by people, and even God. It's as if you are always being pushed to the back of the line, and you feel helpless as you watch others seem to effortlessly pass you by.
You feel so left behind.
And it seems no matter what you do, you can't seem to escape these cycles. You just keep going around, and around, and around the same mountains.
As these perpetual cycles and attacks continue, it has left you feeling very unstable and void of strength. You are barely holding on from day to day. Weary of waiting on God to come through, you then find yourself falling; falling into depression, chaos, confusion, bewilderment, hopelessness, despair and wanting to give up and run away.
However, realizing that you have nowhere else to go and are going to sink without God, you run back to Him.
In the dream, everyone was surprised at how fast and strong I swam back to the jet skis.
This represents those that are watching you and waiting on you to fail. They are surprised how you keep finding the strength to keep going and how quickly you are getting back up, even after all the falls and failures.
When I asked for a life jacket and the woman laughed and said, "Well, I guess you should have brought one." These are the lies, accusations and tauntings of satan. He makes us feel like we have done something wrong and can never be good enough for God to help save us out of these desperate situations.
However, the fact that we haven't stopped "swimming" and so quickly run back to God when we fall, or find ourselves drowning in despair, enrages the enemy. This is why the woman lunged at me in the dream. She was enraged that I hadn't drowned when I fell off.
Each time she attacked me I began choking her and holding her under, until she no longer came after me. But notice, I was able to do this without the life jacket.
I feel like God was showing me we keep thinking we need something else or someone else in order to get there. But I was able to overtake this woman even without a life jacket on. I had all the strength I needed already on the inside of me.
The Lord is letting us know, that we are stronger than we realize, and our weapon to choke out the enemy and put him under our feet is our praise, prayer and worship. Every time we are attacked, if we go into this place of prayer and worship it dismantles the power of the enemy in our lives.
But also notice that when I let up on choking her and holding her under water, she kept coming back at me. When the attacks ease up and things seem to be going smoothly we have a tendency to back off of prayer, reading the word and spending time with God.
The Lord is letting us know, that regardless if things are going smooth or we are in the storm we have to stay in the place of intimacy with Him. This is how the enemy stays under us.
I knew the Lord was showing me in this dream that many are about to have victory against the enemy in their lives. The walls and chains that have blocked them from entering into their destinies and promises of God, are about to break.
This was confirmed on the last day of camp. Thousands of people from 22 nations had come to this camp out in the middle of nowhere, and the only thing we did was pray and worship for 8 to 9 hours a day for 10 days straight.
So, on the tenth day, the pastor was on stage praying, and began going into a war-like chant. As I listened to the drum beat of his prayers, I felt this stirring in my spirit. It was as if something was bubbling up inside of me that I couldn't contain. I felt like I was going to explode inside.
I took off running to the front of the church and began yelling and praising God in explosive worship. "Thank you Jesus! Hallelulujah!" As I yelled and threw my hands up in the air I suddenly felt something break off of me.
I knew whatever had been containing and blocking me was being broken in the spirit. As soon as I felt this thing break, I collapsed on the floor in worship of God. For the next hour I couldn't get up. I stayed on my knees worshiping and soaking up the strong Presence of God.
The next day before leaving to head to the airport, the pastor told me he had seen a wall in front of me. Then as he was praying he said he had his eyes closed and heard a shattering. He opened his eyes to see what it was and he saw me worshiping at the front of the church.
I knew this was God giving me confirmation that I hadn't made a mistake by coming to Africa by myself. After all, I was never by myself. He was with me all the way.
And He is letting us know, that when the enemy comes to attack, the way you defeat him is to get on your knees in prayer. And despite what your circumstances may look like, or how you feel, praise God in the midst of the storm.
When you do this it chokes the life out of the enemy, and it will shatter the chains and walls that have held you back.
Victory is here.
- Written by Julie Nicole; Dayton, Ohio
(Below is the pastor's testimony.)
Ex Satanist & High Ranking African Warlock Encounters Jesus | The James Kawalya Interview
Amen!!!! Thank you Julie!!!