Living in a unit in an old century home with no air to breathe, or personal space has me feeling like an olds mobile in a dirty, dusty parking garage. Whenever the wizards come to terrify me, I blow my horn to counteract and react. The most disturbing and disgusting findings is knowing that the home consists of about ten to fifteen tenants and everyone dabbles in darkness.
Speaking of the truth and nothing but the truth, they have all fought against me with one voice simply because I am a Christian. They have been secretly been fighting to throw me outside as a home wrecker, they wanted to make a homeless out of me. But God was watching, and as they piled up eviction notices upon eviction notices upon me, my God became angry. They took me to court and brought a lawyer and three others against me plus false witnesses that sent letters about me, this is how much they wanted me powerless.
One of the things that the evil doers miscalculated and underestimated was that they were dealing with JESUS Himself. For when the Holy Spirit possess my body, I do not have words to describe Him, only the bold confessions that I make saying, I serve a Mighty and a Great God.