The holy mountain by EJ Ouellette
Bodies lie strewn about like torn rag dolls. Everywhere I looked, Christians lay moaning, covered in blood. It was so dark I could barely see more than ten feet in front of me. I felt sick to my stomach. I felt as if I had stumbled on some heinous undiscovered crime. It seemed more like hell than any part of heaven I knew. When I walked by, they threw up their hands towards me to help. I just kept walking, ignoring their desperate pleas. I could feel the presence of the Lord to my left and rear and He steered me in the direction He wanted me to go.
I could hear the sound of someone praying in the darkness and began to look for the source. I came upon a young woman praying for another wounded person. The young woman seemed well and looked as if she was on some ministry team. As we came closer, I could hear her pray for this wounded soldier. When she finished, she turned towards the Lord and me and a curse came from her mouth. It embarrassed me for the Lord that He had to hear such a word, but He made no response. I could see that she was stuck at that level and was unable to go any farther up the holy mountain. She needed to repent and move on.
We walked further and started up a steep grade. Everywhere I looked, wounded Christians were moaning and calling for help, unable to stand.
We came on a man who was standing and he had his back towards us. As we approached, he began to turn around. I realized that it was someone I knew! I could clearly see three demons on his back. The first one popped up and said, “Hi, I am the fear of finances”. Just then the second popped up and said, “Hi, I am the fear of death”. Then the third popped up and said, “I am the fear of man”. They repulsed me and I wanted to run away. Jesus spoke to me in my left ear and said, “Tell this man, unless he repents of his sins, I am going to take him home. These demons are hurting my children through him and I won’t let them any longer”.
I awoke at this point in my pitch-black room and the hair was still standing up on the back of my neck. “How do I get myself into these situations?” I thought. “Here I am staying at this person’s house and now I had to give him this great prophecy!”
I asked the Lord for a confirmation. He immediately spoke and gave me a scripture it was Ezek. 3:18. It said, if you to warn someone and they don’t repent then it shall be on his head. However, if you don’t warn them, then his blood shall be on your head. Well that seemed clear! Problem was, I was leaving at five a.m. and would not be back for two weeks! Therefore, the only thing I could do was to leave him a note.
I got up, had a shower, wrote him a note, and left it on his breakfast table for him to find when he got up. The note read. “The Lord took me in a dream and told me unless you repent of your demons He is going to take you home. When I asked him for a confirmation, He gave me Ezek. 3:18.
Thanks for letting me stay over, talk to you when I get back, Joe”
Two weeks later, I returned home. I was a little nervous about meeting him. I went to church that night and of course, he was there. He ran right up to me and said, “Thanks for the word. I needed it”. It shocked me and his humility impressed me. He was a changed man!
Ezek. 3:18. It said, if you to warn someone and they don’t repent then it shall be on his head. However, if you don’t warn them, then his blood shall be on your head.