Dancing With Demons

By V. K. Bronz

Demons, Angels, and the helping hand of God describes the contents of this book. When I gave my life to Christ the gates of hell let loose upon me and for fifteen years I had one dark battle after another until God rose up and said "enough".
Each chapter tells a bizarre story of Christian Witchcraft, Satanism, and words of Prophecy for this country, as the Lord grew me up to be his vessel ministering the life he has given me to his sheep.
Mine was not a life of smelling the roses, but a life of darkness, attacks,deep grief and suffering, until my Lord rose up and said "you have been as Hannah, barren,crying out year after year," from this day forword all you put your hand to will prosper" True to His word I have come out the other side without even the smell of smoke.

• Language: English
• Publisher: V. K. Bronz
• Release date: Dec 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301121267

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Dancing With Demons

By

V. K. Bronz

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Dancing With Demons

Copyright 2007 and 2012 by V.K. Bronz

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO MY CHILDREN WHO LOVE ME VERY MUCH, EVEN THOUGH I DRAGGED THEM ALL ACROSS THE COUNTRY AND AROUND THE WORLD TO FIND GOD AND SERVE OTHERS.

All scripture quotations in this book are from the Authorized

King James Version, unless otherwise noted.

Edited by W.J. Marcus at [e-mail]

Cover Design by Diana at [e-mail]

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REMEMBER NOT THE FORMER THINGS, NEITHER CONSIDER THE THINGS OF OLD. BEHOLD, I WILL DO A NEW THING; NOW IT SHALL SPRING FORTH; SHALL YE NOT KNOW IT? I WILL EVEN MAKE A WAY IN THE WILDERNESS, AND RIVERS IN THE DESERT. (Is.43: 18-19)

CHAPTER 1

I was born into a house with many children. I say many children because really, I don’t know how many were there and how many had already left. My mother had a total of thirteen. We were all taken when I was about four or five and disbursed into many foster homes because our mother was not able to take care of us or feed us.

I do have a few very clear memories. I remember when I was about three and the other children were in school, my mother bought a quart of chocolate milk. (This is a clear memory because we did not normally have food.) I was in the rocking chair with her drinking the chocolate milk when the other kids came home. The first thing our mother did was to say, Ha ha; we had chocolate milk! Even at three I can remember the slice of pain I felt in my heart, for my brothers and sisters!

There was one day our mother trapped a wild dog in the basement and locked my sister, Wanda in with it. She also threw her up against the wall breaking the bones in her hand and at another time broke her elbow. I seem to recall something about my other sister and a swing but I can’t quite bring it to mind.

I remember my mother pounding on the picture window at the neighborhood kids and her hand went through the glass; there she stood with a bloody towel wrapped around her hand.

One hot humid night I remember lying on the living room floor trying to go to sleep thinking about the package of hamburger a kind neighbor had given us. Our mother put it out to thaw on the back porch; the dogs or cats or rats had a wonderful meal that night.

I remember my sister and me in a crib drinking bottles of sugar water, because we did not have milk and my sister would drink all of hers in ten seconds flat and take mine.

My sister at age four was sent to the store one morning for a pack of L&M cigarettes. She didn’t come home, and didn’t come home, and our mother never went to find her.

That night the police showed up at the door with her and said she had been stuck out in the middle of a muddy field all day, unable to move, until a neighbor saw her and called the police to rescue her. On the edge of that field there were woods, and our mother would terrorize us by telling us that’s were Satan lived.

It was no surprise that Social Services came to get us, but no one told us ahead of time what was going on; they just came in and started grabbing children and taking them away.

Crawling on my hands and knees I hid between the couch and the wall, and as the social worker dragged me out by my foot, our mother gave me a button and said it was a magic button and if I needed anything I was to rub it. Even at four or five I knew that was mystical magical bologna.

The first thing the social worker did was take my sister and I to McDonald’s for French fries. We had never heard of McDonald’s or French fries.

The foster home we were in gave us a wonderful Christmas that first year. We didn’t know about Christmas and presents either. We were only in that foster home about a year. We jumped from dirt poor to middle class and then to upper middle class.

"Say to them that are of a fearful heart, be strong, and fear not: behold, your God will come." (Is.35:4)

After getting saved, my sister Vickie and I looked up our mother and took her to get prayed for. It was not my idea. Being raised in foster homes from the age of about four we did not have any sort of motherly feelings regarding her, but the Lord had a plan from the beginning of time. God had placed the burden on my Sister Vickie’s (The one stuck in the middle of the field) heart to find her and she did.

We brought her to Michigan and got her an apartment. We tried to do what we could for her but she had been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. She was fifty two and constantly wandered the streets; she could not live in an apartment.

Vickie and I took her to a little house for deliverance prayer; up to that point we could not get her into a church. We were new in the Lord and didn’t know anything about deliverance, but we personally knew the power of Jesus to set free.

The enemy knew the spiritual condition in that house, because when we arrived, we had to drag her in kicking. She then proceeded to quote the book of Romans word for word.

Being new in the Lord, we didn’t really catch on to what was happening. It didn’t dawn on either one of us that it was a demon quoting the bible, until she was seated in the basement and the five of us began to pray.

Briefly I felt kind of sorry for her. She was so confused and afraid and here we were, circling her, praying and quoting the word at her. Pity very quickly turned to shock and astonishment when a demon, with a bizarre raspy voice spoke to me out of her mouth.

Yes, I know she was a paranoid schizophrenic and said crazy things, but it absolutely had nothing to do with her supposed illness. It is what she said to me that caused me to believe whole heartedly in who it was.

The demon looked at me out of her eyes with such gleeful delight and said, Remember when that guy beat and raped you and held you captive for two weeks? Ha ha-ha! I was the one that did that to you!!!!! No one in that room knew anything about that episode in my life, let alone my mother who had lived in another state all those years.

The Holy Spirit is so wonderful. Everyone was so busy praying and quoting the word that no one there seemed to notice what she had said. If they did, they didn’t let on. I was shaken, but only for a quick moment. I continued to pray. I think at that point many people would have addressed the demon face to face regarding that statement but it didn’t even occur to me to respond to it.

After five hours of continual prayer we felt to leave. Nothing appeared to have changed.

A couple of months had passed since we dropped her off to wander the streets, and Vickie and I had forgotten about the attempt at deliverance. I was at church with the choir practicing clear across town and in she walked, sitting down in the front seat!

There was no way she could have known I was there or that I had started attending that church. And how in the world did she walk the ten miles or so to get there? And, oh my gosh! She walked into the church of her own accord.

Nothing else appeared to have changed. She still seemed to be in the same tormented, babbling place, but obviously something had changed, because there she was.

So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it. (Isaiah 55:11) God’s word is so incredible, it does go forth creating exactly what God meant it to.

We did expect (maybe not in faith) a great releasing of our mother when we prayed. You know, the instant healing and she would be in her right mind. When we did not see it, we said, Oh, well. in our hearts.

If we could only really get a hold of the fact that God’s Word is not void of power; it does not come from us. It comes from the Most High God. For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strongholds. (2 Corinthians 10:4) Oh, Lord, we believe. Forgive Thou our unbelief. Cause us to walk in the power of faith

A couple of weeks went by. I was cleaning my house and singing praise to the Lord, just loving Him, when right in the middle of sweeping the floor the Lord spoke to me. Your mother is going to die and I will give her opportunity to come to me. So that you know it is I that has spoken, she is going to leave you some money.

Now our mother was destitute, and I didn’t have much more than that. I thought I must be crazy hearing such things, and just dismissed it.

Two weeks went by when I received a phone call from a social worker. Your mother has died of a heart attack; she had just received her welfare check and didn’t have time to spend it, so you and your two sisters can divide it.

To the natural eye she was totally possessed. I know many would argue about the possibility of her salvation, but I am so grateful for our God who looks at each heart.

Somewhere deep in our mother’s heart she was set free enough to be able to choose the Lord. What incredible power and mercy God has. Look at the awesome mercy toward me, to tell me ahead of time so I would know she was with Him. Oh, Father, help us to believe the power of your word toward us who believe.

There was a certain rich man which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and faired sumptuously every day: and there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores, and desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores. And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried; and in Hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom. And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame. But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and like wise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented. (Luke 16:19-25)

Now, after a lifetime of torment my mother is in the bosom of our Father, being loved and comforted for all eternity. He saved us so He could prompt Vickie to find her so that we would pray for her, that she might be saved. He is so kind to us. He really does come and search for the one that is lost.

CHAPTER 2

I did not write the events in this book in any particular order; the Lord kept telling me, Just write. When I had written all I knew to write, God stepped in to tell me to add this or that experience.

This became very difficult for me because normally when we write we have a theme and it follows throughout the entire paper, but God was requiring me to write in total faith that it would all flow together and have one theme when I was done.

Because of the things I have suffered, the theme of my heart is God’s love and faithfulness to us. Everything in me longs to show others how much God loves them and they, too, can be lifted up.

Since coming to the Lord I have never had a problem sharing details about my personal life, as long as