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May 27, 2001

Bless the Lord,

I hope you enjoyed the last letter. If you missed any letter in the series please let me know. We are fast approaching the deliverance part of it. Just start reading and do not be intimidated by the size.(smile)

There are many inheritances to generational sins; there are those on the sexual side, stealing, uncontrollable lying, anger, murder, backbiting, depressive pessimistic attitudes and others. But this discourse so far has been limited to witchcraft. I wanted to elaborate on that side, but take a look at what generational sins can cause. These are true occurrences (exert from a well known deliverance Ministry).

TODAY'S SCRIPTURE: - "And he said unto her, For this saying, go thy way; the devil is gone out of thy daughter. " Mark 7:24-29 (JST)

"Tanisha, who attended our Spiritual Freedom Conference in Phoenix, was one of them. When I walked up to her in the audience, murder flashed out of her eyes; a look that would have made the blood of a hardened criminal run cold. She wanted to kill me. She doubled her fists, jumped up and down, stomped her feet. She lunged toward me with a violent surge. Only the restraining arms of two powerful men kept her from seriously injuring me. She had already attempted to kill her abusive husband and had been arrested twice for physically abusing him. Two times she took a knife to his throat and nearly slit it. (She told me later, she’d have shot him if a gun had been available.) The only thing that kept Tanisha from killing her husband was prayers of her 11-year-old son. Tanisha had told her son that if he ever saw her trying to kill his father, to start praying and rebuking the devil.

You don’t know what men have done to me! she screamed as she lunged for my throat. I hate all men. Men are mean. They don’t care about anybody.

XXXX, I hate you! she yelled through gritted teeth.

Tanisha struggled to get free and attack me. She kicked with her feet and missed me by inches. She tossed about the husky men who restrained her as if they were children. What shocked Tanisha the most was that I didn't back off out of fear. In fact, I got in her face even more. I want to know why you hate me so much, I demanded. Because you’re all the same. All men are the same, just like my uncle. And what did he do to you? He molested me when I was a child, Tanisha screamed. All men have ever done to me is use and abuse me. I came even closer to Tanisha until I was eye to eye with her. She grappled with the men who held her. I knew that one slip of their grip and she’d come at me with full force. I demand to know who’s behind this anger. Satan, you face me!

At that moment, Tanisha flew into an even greater fury. Until then, I knew that I was dealing with an angry, emotionally injured part of Tanisha. Now I was face to face with a demon. My name is Murder! the evil spirit shrieked.

When did you enter? TWO GENERATIONS AGO.

Someone on her mother’s side of the family committed murder!" Tanisha, come back to me," I said, trying to get her back to a normal state of mind. The demon resisted violently, then subsided. Gradually, Tanisha’s face softened into a nervous smile. She giggled like a child. It was amazing to think this could be the same person who threatened my life moments earlier. She hung her head bashfully, not realizing what the demons had been doing through her body. Why did you come tonight? I asked. My son Marquis talked me into it, she answered in a gentle, quiet voice. Where is Marquis? I asked Tanisha. There she said pointing to a row of four children. They’re all mine.

I had no idea that Tanisha was a mother, and that her four children were witnessing this violent outburst. Immediately, I went to the children, took them by the hand and brought them to the front of the room. What a beautiful family, three girls 3, 6, and 9 years of age, plus Marquis. This was a fight for their freedom as well as Tanisha’s. It was a war we had to win for the sake of these precious, innocent children. God revealed to me that Marquis was the key to his mother’s freedom. Tanisha, repeat after me: I renounce the bloodshed of my ancestors, and remove the blood curse from my family. As she repeated the words, she literally spit them out, one by one. The demon of Murder fought every phrase and every syllable. Tanisha’s body contorted and writhed in pain. When the curse was broken, I turned to her son.

Marquis, I need you to cast the demons out of your mother.

I expected the young boy to hesitate, but he didn't flinch. He jumped onto the platform with the boldness of a man several times his age. He looked defiantly into the face of his mother as the demon of Murder manifested. I told the men who held Tanisha to stand back. They hesitated for fear I’d be injured. I had to push them away because they were so protective of me.

It’s all right, I assured them. The legal right of Murder has been

removed and he can no longer harm me. Slowly the men released their restraint and backed off. Murder huffed and puffed and screamed curses at me, but he couldn't move. Then, I told Marquis to repeat after me: "You have no further right to my mother. I stand in the place of my father who abandoned his role as head of the family. In the name of Jesus, leave my mother and go to the pit!"

Murder’s hideous stare turned into a frightened gaze. The demon backed

away from Marquis. I raised my Bible in the air like an executioner’s

guillotine. By the authority of Christ, and by the declaration of this

woman’s son, come out of her and go to the pit, now! I swung my Bible downward. Before it even touched Tanisha, her body crashed to the floor. She rolled wildly and then violently flipped off the stage. For a moment she lay unmoving. Then, slowly she came to and stood to her feet. A beautiful smile crossed her lips and she jumped for joy. Tears streamed down her face. I’m free, I’m really free, she shouted over and over. Her children ran to her side and embraced her. Marquis threw his arms around his mother. Tanisha was free. She wasn’t going to commit murder. She wasn’t going to kill her husband. Her children wouldn’t some day have a mother who was in prison. This exorcism was about more than a mother. It was about the freedom of a family."

Grace be unto you, Webservant

Proof Reader Opal Mullings .

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