“To the law and to the testimony: if they speak not according to this word, it is because there is no light in them.” (Isaiah 8:20)
In all matters of faith and practice, Scripture remains the final authority.
And yet, when it comes to deliverance, many have leaned not on the Word, but on tokens: oil, water, salt, handkerchiefs, as if spiritual power were something to be bottled, sprinkled, or waved around.
But Christ is our model for deliverance. He healed the sick, raised the dead, and cast out demons by the authority of His name, not by ritual objects.
Matthew 8:10 celebrates a centurion who believed Jesus could heal just by speaking a word. That’s the kind of faith that made Jesus marvel: not reliance on props.
Philippians 2:9–11 tells us:
God gave Him the name above all names… that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow… and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.
That’s the power.
That’s the authority.
And it’s available to us, not through elements, but through identity.
Isaiah 54:17 reminds us that “every tongue that rises against you in judgment, you shall condemn.”
That’s not done with saltwater. It’s done by standing firm in who we are in Christ.
Demons don’t flee because of rituals. They flee because of faith.
The Bible says: “Without faith it is impossible to please God.” (Hebrews 11:6)
And again: “A double-minded man is unstable in all his ways.” (James 1:8)
Faith isn’t an accessory. It’s the entire weapon.
1 John 5:4-5 declares:
“Whatever is born of God overcomes the world. And this is the victory that overcomes the world, even our faith.”
I speak as someone who served over 20 years as a missionary in occult-dominated regions.
I’ve seen the real battle.
I’ve seen darkness tremble, not at oil, but at the authority of a believer who knows their position in Christ.
Yes, Christ once used mud to heal: but He never said, “Go and make mud kits for ministry.”
The method was never meant to be the model.
He gave us power, not paraphernalia.
The Church doesn’t need more tokens.
It needs power from on high.
Jesus said, “You will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you.” (Acts 1:8)
Let’s stop spiritual theatrics.
Let’s return to the Word.
Let’s walk in the authority we’ve already been given.
The Name of Jesus is still enough.
Shalom!
Dr. Hephzibah Christly TheSpiritualWarrior, June 1st, 2025
Someone once told me, “I only light candles and burn sage for good vibes. I’m not summoning anything dark.”
But here’s the truth: the spiritual realm doesn’t operate on vibes. It operates on authority.
The devil doesn’t care about your good intentions. He only cares that you opened the door.
In today’s culture, spiritual counterfeits are everywhere – tarot cards repackaged as “clarity tools,” horoscopes pushed as harmless fun, “healing crystals” sold like spiritual medicine, and mediumships wrapped in pretty language like “ancestral connection.”
But the packaging doesn’t change the poison.
Occultism in Disguise
Most people aren’t knowingly joining witch covens or casting curses in the basement. The danger now is subtlety. It’s that gentle nudge to “explore” the unknown, to “just try” a reading, or to look into your past life “for closure.”
It feels spiritual.
It feels empowering.
And it’s a trap.
Scripture doesn’t leave room for negotiation. God clearly warns:
Do not consult the dead, do not use divination, do not seek answers outside of Him (See Deuteronomy 18:11-12).
These aren’t suggestions. They’re boundaries of protection.
Why?
Because what answers back when you call isn’t your grandma. It isn’t your “spirit guide.” It’s something far more dangerous, wearing a familiar face to gain your trust.
The Spiritual Fallout
Here’s what they don’t tell you in those cute aesthetic witch-Tok videos:
•That recurring anxiety?
•Those nightmares?
•That oppressive heaviness that won’t go away?
•That weird sense that you’re “not alone” in your room anymore?
You opened a door. And demons don’t leave on their own.
The Only Way Out
If you’ve dabbled, experimented, or gone headfirst into spiritual practices that don’t line up with the Word of God, there is hope.
You are not doomed.
But you do need to repent and renounce it fully.
Halfway deliverance doesn’t exist.
Call on the name of Jesus (Romans 10:13). There’s power in that name to rescue you from the dark forces you’ve entertained. (Philippians 2:10)
Confess your disobedience, and He will forgive your sins and cleanse you from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:7-9)
Renounce all that you were involved in, and cut off ties with them.
Delete files and destroy all the gear, close doors, and fill the space you gave away.
Get into your Word. Fast. Pray. And don’t look back.
God won’t compete for your attention. But He will rescue you.
Are you ready to break the cycle and come back under God’s covering?
Leave a comment or message me. You’re not alone, and you’re not too far gone.
Shalom,
Dr. Hephzibah Christly #TheSpiritualWarrior #DeliveranceNow #ComeOutOfTheDarkness
Welcome back to the battlefield. If you’re reading this, it’s not because you’re cruising through life on a cloud of glory. It’s because you’re dragging your battered soul across no-man’s land, wondering if reinforcements are even a thing.
Guess what? They are. And spoiler alert: you’re one of them.
Burnout: The Silent Saboteur
Burnout doesn’t slam into you like a dramatic car crash. No, it leaks into your life like a slow gas leak – invisible, silent, deadly. You still show up. You still lift your hands. But inside, you feel like a muppet whose strings got cut.
Burnout makes you a professional at pretending to be “fine” when you are tired and battered (Matthew 26:41)
Hidden Warfare: Fighting Invisible Armies
The worst battles aren’t the ones you can Instagram. They’re the ones that happen when you’re alone, trying to outwit a whisper that says you’re failing, forgotten, and finished.
Spiritual warfare is personal, petty, and brutal. It’s not swords and dragons. It’s when doubt creeps in dressed as “realism,” and discouragement parades as “self-awareness” with long, loud silences from heaven.
Prayer Fatigue: Talking to the Void
Praying sometimes feels like leaving voicemail after voicemail with no call back.
You plead, you whisper, you shout-and it feels like nothing moves except your own mounting frustration.
You’re not bad at faith. You’re just at the part where the seeds are underground and you can’t see the roots yet.
Spiritual Depression: Heavy Fog with Your Name on It
This isn’t basic sadness. This is spiritual claustrophobia. Like you’re locked inside your own chest. Like God forgot about you in the chaos.
You still believe God exists technically – but believing feels more like an old memory than a fire-even King David felt that way – see Psalm 77:9
How to Keep Limping Forward When Quitting Feels Righteous
Reset Without Abandoning the Battle: Rest isn’t Surrender
Even the fiercest warriors retreat to heal. Scripture says, “In quietness and in confidence shall be your strength” (Isaiah 30:15 KJV).
Schedule sacred pauses where you’re not performing for God or anyone else. Cease striving; just rest and reset. As Hebrews 4:10 reminds us, “Those who enter God’s rest cease from their own labors“
Celebrate Ridiculously Small Wins:
If you muttered one honest prayer today, that’s a full-blown victory lap. Tiny steps are still forward motion (See Philippians 4:4)
Outsource Prayer:
Community isn’t a cute idea; it’s survival – Ask others to join the fight with you – Send out prayer requests (Romans 15:30).
Talk Louder Than the Lies: Lies grow in silence. Say the truth out loud even if it feels dumb. Especially when it feels dumb – mke faith declarations (Ephesians 6:16)
Remember Who Signed You Up:
You didn’t volunteer for this because it sounded fun. God chose you. He factored in your tired days, your falling-apart days, your “I’m done” days. And He still said yes. (Hebrews 5:4)
If you’re crawling today, that’s victory. If you’re crying and still breathing, that’s defiance against the forces of darkness. You’re doing better than you think.
You’re still here. And that’s a war cry.
A Prayer of Supplication for the Spiritually Tired
Father God,
I come limping, not leaping. I come worn, not triumphant. But I come to You, the Lover of my soul.
I lay my shattered ego at Your feet. I lay every battle I can’t name, every ache I can’t fix, every dream that’s shriveled in the waiting.
Deliver me from the webs I didn’t see myself walking into. Tear down every lie dressed up as wisdom, every chain wrapped in “good sense.”
Father, speak into the caverns of my soul. Flood the cracks with Your light. Let the places I’ve called “dead” hear Your voice and rise.
Ignite me again, Father. Fan the smoldering wick. Hammer hope back into my bones.
I receive Your fire for my fatigue, You mercy for my mess, and Your promises over my panic. Where I have collapsed, You will rebuild.
By Your Spirit, I quit not. By Your grace, I rise again. By Your stripes, I am healed. By the resurrection power, I am vitalized.
In the matchless name of Jesus Christ, I worship. Amein.
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