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Awoken. Part Five.

Updated: Apr 18, 2023

The Brookwood Baptist Medical Center paperwork documentation stated as follows:

Presenting Complaint: Pt brought per EMS from the Foundry for c/o seizure. Pt was given 200 mg Ketamine IV PTA by FD. Pt awake/not speaking but has eyes open. NAD, no resp distress noted. No seizure activity noted. Pt moaning.

Patient Diagnosis: Adverse drug reaction.

What I had experienced had no logical explanation. The diagnosis came from my anti-depressant medication that I consumed daily- my body did not have an adverse reaction to my daily medication. I currently take the exact anti-depressant. I had taken it prior to the Foundry, and I have continued to consume it for my own anxiety needs for at least four years. By the way, many tests were ordered while I was "sleeping" and all of the laboratory results were completed, including the obvious, a drug screen. It was negative and all my screening results showed nothing. I was healthy. IT WAS A SPIRITUAL ATTACK. PERIOD. And it was confirmed when I sought out deliverance.

Hours later when I had come conscious, my head was spinning as confusion set in. The nurse walked in as I asked, "what happened? Have I said anything?" She responded, "All you spoke was the devil was pulling your hair. You were brought in for seizure activity. None have been documented. " She walked out. I laid in the bed racking my brain on what happened. Next, the doctor walked in. He walked to the right side of my bed and asked me basic questions. "Do you know where you are at? Where did you come from? My name and the date." I answered all the questions. He then said, "Jillian, I heard you were talking a lot about the devil and God. Do you remember?" I nodded my head not as I thought about my 'dream' I had. "As for now, all your tests are great. Your cousin is on her way to pick you up." I felt relieved. I was panicky as I wondered what would happen next. My cousin, Jodie and my Aunt Dianne, picked me up from the hospital as I told them I had the strangest dream. They told me it was not a dream. Blew my mind. When I closed my eyes, I still had vivid pictures of the demons along with my hand reaching out for Jesus. Jesus fought for me that day. Jesus radiated the most magnetic, glorious, breathtaking light of God. A peace. My safe space. My home. The only way to describe it was that I was in a tug-of-war between good and evil. I left my body and visited a spiritual realm. The right side, I felt I was being dragged away to hell. The left side, I was fighting. I was holding my hand out for Jesus as I screamed, "GOD IS REAL." (The images of that day are very vivid, even today, in my memory.)

It was as if, my surrender to my Lord and savior minutes prior to the attack sparked the legions of demons dwelling that I had no awareness of. You see, I had opened myself to black magic while living in Atlanta. Back then, I did not pay it much mind and did not take such seriously. My very last reading with a psychic, by the way, the only one I do recall, and I went many times; told me there was a dark cloud of darkness trying to overtake me. I laughed it off.

{I had been on a heavy binge, and I desperately wanted to stop. I could not on my own. It was a Monday afternoon after I left work. I met my friend Maverick there. He brought me my coffee from Starbuck's and told me, "You look like shit Hope. When are you are going to stop and get back to your meetings." I was sober that day. I had run out of my Adderall prescription and told myself I was going to stop. Maverick knew I enjoyed my readings, for fun, so he had booked us both separate readings. He went first. Keep in my mind that we both honestly did not give it much thought- we were both mindlessly seeking out answers and direction for our own lives. While he was in his reading, I grabbed a book on forgiveness and began reading it while I waited. He walked out with a grin and said, "your turn!" I laughed. I walked back and this beautiful, black majestic woman greeted me. I had not seen her before. She told me, "I want to do a body scan on you." I had never had that done before but was very open-minded to anything. As she grabbed a piece of paper, drew a 'person', and colored in a black hole over my throat, heart, and abdomen. I was not impressed but went along with it. She then explained how darkness was trying to overtake me and I needed to seek out healing elsewhere> From a professional that rid of evil spirits. I am looking at this woman like she is crazy and told her I had been on a binge that I was a recovering alcoholic. She acted surprised and said she did not "see" addiction it was something else that needed to be cleansed immediately. I listened as she went on to tell me actual facts. Then- gave me warnings to look out for along with telling me, "You are a good witch. Have you been told this before? You have power to heal others." I responded, "nope." She was not telling me anything I cared to hear. I asked, do you see anything else? She did not use tarot cards in my 'reading.' She told me more personal information. For the very first time- I could not wait for the reading to be over! I walked out thinking, "that was so odd." I went about my afternoon not giving it much thought. I had more important things to worry about than some guru speaking of evil spirits and such. I was battling my addiction while working, taking care of my kids, and my on-and-off again relationship husband. On the outside, I appeared happy, on the inside I was dying. To this day, this memory remains. I had often wondered what this meant. This is what the Bible says:

Do not turn to mediums or necromancers; do not seek them out, and so make yourselves unclean by them: I am the Lord your God. Leviticus 19:31.

You shall not permit a sorceress to live. Exodus 22:18.

And he burned his sons as an offering in the Valley of the Son of Hinnom, and used fortune-telling and omens and sorcery, and dealt with mediums and with necromancers. He did much evil in the sight of the Lord, provoking him to anger. 2 Chronicles 33:6.

When you come into the land that the Lord your God is giving you, you shall not learn to follow the abominable practices of those nations. There shall not be found among you anyone who burns his son or his daughter as an offering, anyone who practices divination or tells fortunes or interprets omens, or a sorcerer or a charmer or a medium or a necromancer or one who inquires of the dead, for whoever does these things is an abomination to the Lord. And because of these abominations the Lord your God is driving them out before you. You shall be blameless before the Lord your God, ... Deuteronomy 18:9-14.

Where does this come into my current story? The Lord clearly states that fortune telling, psychics, mediums are wrong. We, as children of God, should not interact with or play around with black magic, tarot cards, even if it is "angelic." The reason I speak on this is from personal experience. I believe, I opened doors with all of my sinful encounters'. I was ignorant and did not pay it much thought. Did the psychic relay truthful facts to me? yes. But-you have to keep in my mind the counterfeits the enemy uses to lead us into the arms of this world and not the arms of Jesus. The bible is the only map we need to use for direction upon our lives. Jesus will send angels, people, messages that come from him. You will know the difference. A message from the Lord brings peace to our souls with confirmations most of the time. If you want answers on a problem, relationship, business deal, or a simple prayer request, ask God. He will give you the answers with no regrets, and peace to your soul. God's ways are always higher and will never contradict the sword (bible). When you seek with all your heart-God will answer.}

Jodie and my aunt Dianne drove me back to the Foundry. I was horrified. I not only was fearful for what I had seen, but the thought of "everyone is going to think I am crazy, or demon possessed." I knew I was God's daughter, but I did not understand what had happened. I was greeted back with open arms as I heard the other participants whisper behind my back. I admit, it was good gossip. I was exhausted. After talking to Sonya, my roommate, and Amber, the woman that held me, I went to my room, placed my bible underneath my pillow, and dozed off asleep. I could sense-even they were scared. They anointed me and the room with a protection prayer and holy water. My spiritual awareness awoken along with my discernment. I realized then> there was a war of good and evil and I had witnessed the battle.

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