How Satan engages human mind...(A true life story).

This is a true life story of an encounter with demonic spirit and the power of God.
Growing up, I saw several real life incidents that made me understand the supernatural realm. I saw firsthand experience as a child, how the devil operates. I saw how the devil can enter into a human being. I also saw how God can deliver. I saw series of divine operations of God in people's life.
Let me quickly touch upon brevity of autobiography here: I was born and raised by a clergyman. He was a mighty man of God who had the gift of prophecy and deliverance. He often delivers abnormal people from the oppression of the devil who held them captive. Being a son of a prophet, i often watched my late father perform series of deliverance prayers. One of several encounters was this particular incidents that stuck with me till date. I remember once when he brought home to our church, a lunatic. The mad man seems to be normal at one time, and abnormal at other times. He speaks normal and watched everything around him for a while. Then, he switches into a realm you cannot fathom at another time.
 I was a very young boy back then. But i can still remember vividly till date all that happened. I did not understand everything perfectly then, until now that i have come of age.

It was a fateful Sunday morning and the church service had commenced. Everything was going on well for a while. That morning, the lunatic sat not very far away from me. I watched him stood up. As he sprang up to his feet, he turned around and swirled in circle. This was all in the midst of the church hymn that was being sung. As the mad man soliloquy and rambled. He turned around again and again inside the church. The service was still going on. Then, he danced for a while, and stopped dancing abruptly. He stepped backwards as though he was going out of the service. He approached the exit door. He hesitated for a while. As he stood before the sliding door, he watched himself through the glass door. He muttered some words to his own reflection.
As all these was happening at the back of the congregation. You can trust the church people. They were not oblivious to whatever was going on, but nobody did anything, because they did not know what to do. So, they just kept singing and at the same time they kept watching from the corner of their eyes. You know how believers can watch and pray with calculated understanding?! Some were even singing with fear!
All of a sudden, this mad man walked literally through a sliding glass door, and out of the church service. As he ran through the glass-door onto the street. He kept shouting very loudly. Once outside the church, he went straight for the standing mud-waters in some potholes. He started bathing himself like pigs in the puddle. As he waddled in the puddle for a while, he was screaming wildly. The street of the church was suddenly cluttered with people who came out to see what was happening. The mad man started screaming my father's name. My father was the presiding pastor of the church, and he was leading the church service. But this mad man won't just stop screaming his name. Such that the entire neighborhood was wondering what was going on? We call these kind of people gossips: "Gbe-bo-run!" (people who poke-nose).

What happened next, changed the entire course of my life completely! It thought me boldness! I remember how my father boldly stepped up to the occasion. He just went out of the church service and grabbed a hold of that mad man. And all by himself, he brought the mad man under control. My father tied him up and brought him into the church back alley. Then, all of a sudden, he was begging for his life as if he did not do anything wrong. Once on the church ground, his lunacy was curbed again. And my father just went into the house. (The church mission house being on the same property) My father just changed his clothes into a clean outfit, because the man had stained his clergy-robe. He was blood-stained and mud-stained from that encounter as the mad man ran through glass door into muddy waters. Wounded and bloody, yet the mad man did not even feel any pain!
Having, seen lunacy curbed under the power of boldness that emanates from the Spirit of God, I came to understand the place of Anointing. I draw a conclusion that the thing called power can only be surpassed by greater power! The demonic spirit can only submit to a greater power and authority. Another thing i learnt from that single experience was how the power of God surpass the power of Satan. The devil can only operate as far as we give him room to operate. Once a demonic spirit is not tolerated, they just go into a state of withdrawal. The devil tends to take over people's life through demonic influence. And it takes the power of God to put this under control.
And you cannot afford to be a Jelly-fish when dealing with evil spirits. Like David ran towards Goliath, you must act with boldness! Just as my father brought that lunatic under control, you must take initiatives. As a leader, you cannot tolerate devils around you! As a priest of God, you cannot give the devil room under your roof! It will be too costly. You cannot tolerate demonic operations around you! You must be bold! Be strong! And do all what you can to kick out the damn evil through the back door by the power of God!
Some people can continue to blab and argue against the supernatural until they encounter one.
Just one experience or the other, will be enough to tell you that the supernatural realm is real. You never know until you have seen one.