1. What is spirit of python and how it attacks.
2. How to get delivered from it.
3. My experience with it.
1. What is spirit of python and how it attacks.
Spirit of python is something that falls on a believer very rarely. I don't know if I am the only person who has experienced this specific attack or if there are others worldwide who have experienced it as well.
It makes you feel like your tongue is protruding out of your mouth and touching your nose. It is an ugly and disturbing thought. It's sheer harassment. This thought comes into your mind continuously.
2. How to get delivered from it.
Like I have written in my previous posts, Jesus is the only way. Confess your sins and rebuke the spirit by its name. It is important that you call out the spirit by its name and then you rebuke it in the name of Jesus.
If it's not working for you, then try fasting prayer. If this also is not working for you then ask God to enlighten you in this regard.
I had to pay a price for receiving freedom from this spirit and the price was praying for my father's soul. It took me many many years to understand that God did not want me to be delivered from it for free, he wanted something in return. Spirit of God always craves for new souls. All that the Holy spirit of God desires and works for is the growth of God's kingdom.
It's important that you have a two way relationship with God. It's not always us asking God about our needs, sometimes he wants something in return. Understand the root of this demonic power over you. Identify the sins of you and your ancestors. Get delivered and feel free.
3. My experience with it.
It started while I was in grad school. I was too naive and a new believer with not many Christian friends around who could guide me. I was seeking God's help in my education as I was a mediocre and struggled to get good scores. Pastor suggested to read God's word thoroughly and to seek God first.
It was summer holidays time, everyone left in my hostel except for me and a few more girls. They stayed back because their parents were abroad and had no where to go, I stayed because I wanted to read Bible. Back home my Muslim parents would kill me if they caught me with Bible in hand. I was reading new testament day and night sitting on my hostel bed and something happened that gave me a shiver from deep inside my soul. This attack lasted for more than two decades in my life and it left me with a broken spine.
The attack began on me - a constant thought and a strong feeling of tongue coming out and touching the nose. It was so persistent that I couldn't continue to read one more line of Bible. I was in a shock and a chilling fear ran through my body. It was so strong that I had to quit my bible study.
Next time it occurred was within a few days when I tried reading my graduation books. It did not allow me to read a line. I was done crying. I used to sit in a corner of my room, broken from the inside, I didn't know what to do, my mind stopped thinking. After a few days I spoke to my pastor about this. He had a big laugh and said there's nothing like that it's just your imagination. I left his home in misery. My situation got worse, I spoke to him again, got a suggestion to rebuke the spirit. I tried that, it didn't work. Another suggestion came from a sister in church, she suggested that I should fast and pray.
I tried rebuking the spirit and fasting's. This I did for more than 13 years. I tried speaking to different pastors, it turned out that I became a reason for them to laugh. Even the pastor who healed thousands and is known to have raised a dead man and brought him back to life, after listening to my problem could only say that it's nothing but your imagination.
Frustrated, broken, failed suicide attempts, this was my life. I've cut my wrists a hundred times, I've burnt myself a hundred times. I remember one day I took a pill for headache after i was done crying and ended up taking full strip of pills and then vomiting. This gulping of pills and vomiting became a weekly or maybe monthly routine of my life.
During all those years, I failed in many exams, gave up all my dreams. My parents were tired of me. They took me to every Muslim priest in the town, also took me to priests in other places. Tried talismans. I visited almost every psychiatrist in my home town.
In all of this, the only answer I was getting from God was - you have to pay a price. For this my pastor said, "Jesus already paid the price for your sins, what price will you pay now ?". According to him all the promises of God written in bible are given to us for free, we don't have to pay any price for that. I saw him loosing his temper because of me. Although he used to shout and say "God will keep you without a sleep and slumber, you are an apple of God's eye, if anything wants to reach you it has to pass through God first, God's hand is always there on your head", "Jesus died on cross and carried all your sickness and curse and sins", "God's only will for all of us is to lead a happy and peaceful life", nothing seemed to work.
Lately my pastor started ignoring me, he started to shut his door on my face, denied me from entering his home. He came to a conclusion that I have committed some sin and have rebelled God and so I have fallen into this curse.
It was after my child's birth that I took the courage to turn around and ask God "what do you want", he said pray for your father's soul. All these years I was begging God, weeping, fasting, also once I fell on pastors feet, touched his feet and begged him as well, told him that I couldn't bear this, but I never could understand what was the price God wanted me to pay in return for freedom from this evil spirit. It was when I attempted to hang myself, as a part of my usual routine suicide-failed attempts, the face of my child, his smile, those lovely glittering eyes, somehow, gave me courage not to beg anymore. This was the turning point of my life. Although I have lost myself, my youth, in all of these years, I am alive now and that's only because I want to be there for my child. I forgot to smile, I don't feel like I am alive anymore but still days are passing by, my child is growing, I don't speak to God or people about my problems anymore. It's just a give and take relationship with God now. You keep that spirit of python away from me - I pray for my father's soul, that's it.
I now feel, why all this suffering, there could have been an easy way for this, God could have enlightened me or anointed me, or spoke to me about what exactly he wants, but what's done is done. The scar he left can never be healed. Trust once broken can never be restored.
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