Originally posted by Carl Smuda
Freak mentioned characteristics. Reasonable for sure. But has anyone here ever experienced whatever the manifestation of "discerning of spirits" is? I was taught that that was revelation from God of the presense or absence of a spirit and whether or not you are allowed to cast it out. Freak, what about you? Have you ever been given some personal indication from the Lord regarding any situation? 
after I posted, I saw the "casting out devil spirits" thread. I'll have to read that.
I have had first hand experiences with evil spirits. The first memory I have of having a relization of "good" and "evil" was from when I was about 4-5 years old. I beleive we were living in a house that belonged to the church that my father was preaching at, in North Dakota, on an Indian resevation. I remember meeting these three indian boys, I think we called them our "foster brothers" or maybe our "Indian brothers"? I am not real sure. But I remember that I had a fear of them that would make me sick inside. But at such a young age, it didn't make sense to me, and I'm still trying to sort out memories. But there was a spiritual presence about them, and I beleive that my spirit knew that, which is why I would become so sick inside.
Oh they were great fun, I remember we would all play together, and there were times that the fear was not so strong, but there were other times when I could not stand to be alone with them. But there were other times that I just can;t even explain......but there is one instance....the 3 brothers were in their room, which was in the basement. The basement was a scary place for a 4-5 year old, where my father would hang the deer, it was dark and it was cold....but I remember sitting at the top of the stairs, listtening, wanting desparatly to peek around the corner to see what was going on. And in a flash, my father had stepped over me, Bible in hand, as he paused long enough to tell me, "do not come down here, no matter what you hear!"
From the boys room in the basement, I heard 'bangs' and 'thumps' and earth shattering noises that I had never heard before! and then my father was gone, deep in the middle of flying furniture, and the boys being tossed around the basement like rag dolls! I peeked....and to this day, I wish I hadn't.
The screaming and the wailing and surrounding noises grew louder, as if what ever it was that was trapped in the basement was trying to free itself and invade teh entire house. The next thing I heard was my father, yelling at teh boys with the typical, "what's going on here?" And then he began to pray, and all I heard was, "In the name of Jesus, leave this house!" And he began repeating that over and over.....I caught my father's rythem and said with him, "in the name of Jesus, leave this house!" and all fell silent, except for the whimpers from the 3 indian boys now huddled together on the floor.
My father flew up the steps and left the house and went next door to the church. Not another word was said to me about that day. I don't even know if my mother knows about it, I think I mentioned it a time or two, but even still, I feel almost foolish for having a memory like that. This incident was not the first, or the last incident/memory I have of these boys, but it's the one that rings out in my memory as if it just happened. And shortly after that, one of the brothers had a bad snowmobile accident and they were taken to live with another family. I still have the wind-up teddy bear the oldest boy gave to me when they left our home.
As I got older, I had similar incidents. There was even a girl I went to high school with, and we (a group of christian teens) ended up praying over this girl, but I'll save that for another day. The majority of my memory of these events consist of my repeating a simple phrase, "in the name of Jesus, demons you must leave!"
I almost dont want to share this memory, becasue I haven't told anyone yet, but for the sake of this topic, I will share....after my husband and I were married and we moved into our first home (in Okinawa) I remember that the first night I didn't sleep well, and the second night I awoke to the overpowering feeling that I was being held down. My arms and legs would not move, my mouth felt as if it was being held shut, and all I could do was listen to the hissing sounds I heard moving through the room and shift my eyes from side to side. At first I tried to reason that we were living in Japanese houses, there were bugs, they made noise, go back to sleep....but I couldn't sleep. So I began to pray, at first I couldn't form the words, as if whatever force was holding me down was also holding my tounge to prevent me from speaking, but as I continued to pray I began to repeat "I claim this house in Jesus name, Satan leave!" And one those words rolled off my mouth, the pressure that had been holding me still was gone.
I sometimes think these last few paragraphs are reasons I don't stick with writing in a journal. In a world so filled with people being "labeled" with pysc disorders, I am a little worried my own family may have me committed. (wow, I can't beleive I just said that.)