Pure Grace

This is my favourite season; Not the actual scene that I had in mind. This is my most idle moment; Not in the sense of doing none. This is the most peaceful time; Not because I am looking for a comfort zone. I needed to be in still waters; Not because I despise being in a flowing river. I had to disconnect to recognize myself; Not to break the momentum. I had to empty the "I"; Not to lose power but to gain wisdom. I had to understand my purpose; Not to question my existence. Because I am not just a season; I live for a reason.

I woke up at 7 a.m. Saturday after battling a demonic entity, a witch spirit wearing my grandmother's face. I was looking at her but unable to recognize her. The spirit was enraged at me. She tried to approach me, mumbling words I cannot understand. So, I went out of the house and called out for angels shouting for reinforcement. Commanding angelic hosts to protect every corner of our house through the blood of Jesus while the demon inside the house was splurting curses to our household using unfamiliar language. The only word I remembered was "Harem". When I looked it up, in the context of demons, a harem is a group of demons that a character loves equally. That word is also arabic which constitutes women who are placed in one house, chosen by a Sultan to become concubines. In other words, it is attached to the spirit of lust, slavery and oppression. I woke up rebuking that spirit saying, "Thou shall not touch any of my household by the blood of Jesus". As chil...