Choke Hold
My wife and I with our 3 small children moved to Mexico in 1986. I had spent a few days in Mexico previously but this was the first time that all five of us moved there, intending to remain permanently. A missionary, named Ron, was going to the US for a month and let us stay at his house while we were getting settled and looking for our own house.
The very first night that our entire family spent in Mexico, I had a strange dream. I was looking at a house with a chimney. (The house we were in did not have a chimney nor was that a common thing in the southern part of the country.) A letter was present in front of me that I could not read. Someone was reading it aloud. It said that “they” were having some trouble at this house (in the dream). I saw some dark smoke come out of the chimney. It seemed to come toward me and choke me.
I woke up and realized that I was being choked so that I could not breathe. I tried to call for my wife but no voice could come out. I could not make a sound. Desperate, I tried to hit her to wake her up. My violent attempts at swinging my arm to hit her seemed to break me free from the hold that was choking me. I got up, went into the hallway outside the bedroom, and caught my breath. I began rebuking, in Jesus' name, the evil that was trying to choke me. After a while things seemed peaceful. I went back to bed and never had another similar problem for the month that we were in that house.
When the missionary came back to Mexico he asked me if everything was OK staying in his house. I told him about the first night I stayed in his house. He was a little shocked then said he did not tell me about some problems that he had.
The was a male homosexual witch that moved into his neighborhood. Soon my friend began having strange problems. One night, as Ron was sleeping, his covers were slowly pulled off him. Pretty creepy stuff. Another night Ron was sleeping on his back when he felt something flop onto his stomach. It woke him up. In the dark, he felt something. It was a hand, like a human hand, laying in his belly. That was it! Ron got in his truck and raced over to the senior missionary's house. Ron woke him up at 2 AM. The two of them went back to Ron's house. The senior missionary was able to deal with the situation. The witch suddenly moved away from the neighborhood. Ron never had another similar problem again, until I moved into that same house.
[I told this account in a church in the US. A mother was very angry with me. She said her 8 year old son was present in the meeting where I told the story. He could not go to sleep for several days after. She never said if she could go to sleep.]
A choking spirit never bothered me while I was visiting Mexico. It was only the first night I slept there as a permanent missionary that I had any such problem. Thank God for the privilege of using the name and authority of Jesus. We would not have any protection without Him.
Dec. 1, 2023