The Voice of the Lion

By Eric Turk

the Voice of the Lion captures the struggle to overcome the demonic influences of mental illness, the occult, pornography, fear of the unknown, and recovery from divorce and cancer through a life of prayer,biblical teaching, and spiritual warfare.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Apr 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781512737455

Eric Turk

Eric Turk has spent many years as a adult Sunday school teacher. He is an avid student of God's Word and is a supply preacher at his local church. In writing this book, Eric delved into his own experiences to relate the process by which he personally broke through a dark time in his life to victoriously live in the Light!

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ISBN: 978-1-5127-3745-5 (e)

WestBow Press rev. date: 04/05/2016

CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1 into the Den of ‘DARKNESS’

CHAPTER 2 what I believe

CHAPTER 3 the next Lucifer

CHAPTER 4 Aliens and sexual lust

CHAPTER 5 the Dark lion of Witchcraft

CHAPTER 6 I saw the devil

CHAPTER 7 Voices, Signs, & Sirens

CHAPTER 8 Shadows

CHAPTER 9 Don’t Give Up when teeth and claws cut!

CHAPTER 10 Transformed

CHAPTER 11 Left over bits and pieces say Thank You

PREFACE

Lions roar. Lions have strength. Lions are majestic. They also possess kingly boldness. Lions are proud. They are to be feared because they are the most powerful of all the beasts of the fields. They consume and take their prey at will.

In this book you will encounter three different lions. One is the lion of mankind and its limited human weaknesses. The second and third lions are supernatural. These two different lions have a strong voice that talk and sometimes roar to mankind daily. Yes, they are worth noticing and should be taken seriously. The One is the King of life and is Divine. The other is the ruler of death.

Now concerning the supernatural lions and the questions about their natures and strengths, man has searched diligently for answers concerning heaven and hell, space and time, and the many wonders of this earth. As you read on, these ‘lion’s strengths’ will be revealed and their mysterious shroud will be lifted and you will accumulate more truth and knowledge about them both as new revelations are disclosed to you about their hidden natures, powers, and even the humanity of these two super beings. Also, I believe that your spiritual eyes will be enlightened as you begin to understand their unique wars and roars. The war I am speaking of is the battle of the ages and it involves Jehovah God who is only good and Satan who is only evil. I believe at the end of your journey with me you will have received the knowledge, insight, and weaponry needed for you to win this ageless conflict that involves me, you and each of these unique lions! Jesus Christ must, will, and totally defeat Satan in this life we live each and every day!!! This book will help you!

Friends, on my journey thru life in this fallen and darkened world I have come to realize the truth you are searching for is found only in the Holy Bible. Jesus and I will unlock these mysterious truths for I know them intimately and am willing to share them with you. For, truly, I have been caged with this world’s dreadful cats. I have abided in the horror of their darkened dens. I have escaped the devils evil mouth … Yes, but not without wounds.

As you read on you will see more clearly that there is now mystery that cannot be hidden and no battle that cannot be won without the Holy Bible becoming your best friend, guide, power and comfort! Also you will see my secret to victory more clearly and the ingredient is this. Through all the difficulties and battles I have endured the key is one word surrender. I am now surrendering to the Holy Spirit and the power of Jesus Christ and His Cross. As of today I am free from the voice of the lion.

Very importantly, Jesus and me are here to help you be free as well.

CHAPTER 1

INTO THE DEN OF ‘DARKNESS’

. . . A very ‘small’ lion begins to grow. As he grows he begins to take ‘big’ strides only to realize that his might is not sufficient for the long journey ahead of him. As the sun begins do go down on his strength, a new brightness flickers in the distance. For his Prince is quietly standing near him, waiting and watching with a silent grin.

As he walks toward the sunrise and grows older many troublesome noises he hears. Oh, please tell him which direction to turn! Confusion, distress and anguish of soul stagger his resolve and stance. But hope still stirs for lightly and vaguely he remembers the visions of his childhood and the shortened days of his youth. Yes, he forcefully stirs up his darkened and almost lost memories of the other spirited lions whom he frolicked in the fields and the joy he took in their varying strengths. While recalling his former days of laughter, happiness, and the touch of family pride, he pauses and lightly ponders. His weary mind shadows gently the refreshing memories of home. Still bearing wounds and weakened he presses on with his plight. His spirit sustains Him in his fight for a better day while he still holds Gods powerful light inside his darkened heart for an anthem at night.

Now, almost there, full of despair, weary and war torn, he almost gives up and dies. Breathing his last gasping breath he surrenders to the wind. With no strength to look up, the gentle breeze touches his beaten down and scar filled face. That is when he once again remembers the voice of his most precious friend. At that moment the faithful call of Hope he hears. Once again the Prince of Strength steps in, touching him, reviving and restoring him.

His head is lifted up now and he knows what he must do. Yes, he must now forsake all for the power that is now being birthed within him. As of now, this day, the small lion speaks out a little but yet with a great cry. For this little book was pawed out with his precious soul’s blood. And its pages are not yet dry. . .

~A little lion’s power~

The next few paragraphs and this whole book in fact are all about the God who dwells within me. Please, never forget that with each page you turn.

Ever since I was a little child, I have had a compelling desire to EXCELL. The desire to excel is not a little firecracker of passion. This is a Lion like strength and desire to exceed ‘all’ and ‘any’ opposition I face in this life. I believe that throughout my life this strength will forever be there for me to draw upon. A Lion like strength and desire to exceed and overcome any obstacle I will ever have to face! I believe this is a personal gift from my God. The fervency that abides inside me can be likened to a volcano that never seems exhausted or extinguishable. In many of my down and weakened moments this flame has wavered under the oppressive forces of fear, doubt, and darkness, only to come flickering back with intensity quickened from a ‘higher’ strength and ‘power’ that is beyond myself. I have come to recognize that when this happens it is supernatural.

Like a consuming fire the ‘will’ power to compete, to overcome obstacles, and to never say die, abides, flickers and stirs continuously deep inside my being. I do not believe I am the only person in this life who has an ‘iron will’ and who will not stop fighting passionately against their own enmities. But I am describing myself and other people who live daily with a ‘never give up,’ ‘lion like,’ and let’s ‘conquer life’ attitude. Many men and women are overcoming life’s difficulties because they know that deep down inside they must not stop pressing forward. They somehow understand that moving forward is the only way they can ever win.

Now, while I am maturing in this season of my life, I am finally beginning to learn how to save my strength, focus it, and then disperse it at the proper and necessary time. Some may liken this to the modern day saying that I am ‘learning to pick and choose my battles.’ I surely have not arrived at an awareness of nor perfected all the strategies involving this particular ability. But I am slowly learning to treasure, guard, and yield to the explosive power that is held deep within me. I am unveiling to you the dynamic power of my God!

You will encounter God’s power as you hunt in pursuit of the truth that is written about on these pages. Might that is not my own but it is the strength of the One this book is written for. I hope by sharing some of the highs of my personal TRIUMPHS and the lows of my worst FAILURES you will find your own Lion. For the power to endure life’s hardships is found in this book. Jesus Christ, the Son of God and the Son of Man’s own lion like fire, will, and wisdom are surely just pages away.

~Ithaca~

The early days of my life were blessed with great joy, excitement, and filled continuously with a childlike happiness. I know I did not experience an abundance of material blessings, but on the contrary I was comforted daily with the true wealth that only sincere love, peace, and security can bring. I always felt walled in by a cloud covering of divine protection and comfort that was empowered by the strength of my small family den. That den consisted and was knit to together by the love, strength, wisdom and hard work of my mother, the care and compassion of my older sister Sharri, and the might and authority of my older brother Dan. I also held my grandfather’s interest, love, and eagle eye while being watched over by my grandmother’s spiritual guardianship and prescence. I was also occasionally treated with the joy of visiting and playing with my cousins who I considered my closest of friends.

Personally, I was cradled with the wealthy anticipation of exploring each and every new day. The warmth of every sunrise was liberating. I felt empowered and enthused with the imaginations that only little children can possess. Even on rainy days I played eagerly inside of my bedroom where all my toys were. Nothing made my happy mood turn downward toward the darkness of depression.

When I think about my youth and how passionate my desire was to compete in and excel at any sport or game, I immediately think of the back yards of my grandfather’s, my cousin’s, my own home or the elementary school playground. I felt like a little lion growing daily stronger or an eager little cub hungry to play outside his den. I would GREATLY desire to beat and best everyone that would confront me. For instance, in sports if I couldn’t win the game being played the first time, I would stir up my strength and courage within myself to win the next time. I would tell myself, ‘self, you just learned how not to come in first right then, but you are just practicing to get better.’ I never actually remember consciously saying those exact words to my self, but inwardly I would say, ‘don’t give up, don’t quite, you can do this and you can and will overcome! Some day they will see just how good you really are!’

I find it funny that my mother recently told me the story of how my older brother and sister would change the television channel when I was watching football. I would throw a fit and cry very loudly until they listened to her and turned the buttball game back on. I was one and a half years old and I must have wanted to see who or what person could do the greatest exploits, something outstanding, or something noteworthy with that football. Of course, at one and a half years old, maybe I just liked watching the players run!

I can still clearly remember going to my families back yards in the country and throwing a baseball or football strait up in the air as far and as high as I could and then running all over the place trying my best to catch it. That would sometimes include with all my energy as I would dive everywhere conceivably possible. I would scramble around as fast as I possibly could and maybe even hurt my self many times. This was my fun and I didn’t care! I just didn’t want to drop that ball! I desired the strength and ability to throw that dog gone thing higher and better the next time. I did this over and over so many times. Even as a young boy I was trying to perfect my God given talents and abilities.

Playing alone in the back yard wasn’t the only sport or athletic playing I ever got to do. Sometimes, my older brother Dan (nine years older), and my sister Sharri, (seven years older) would let me play games like basketball and bad mitten. When that happened I thought I was in heaven. I can recall with ease the garage in back of my childhood house where the basketball backstop hung, and the bad mitten set in my grandparent’s yard. Also I remember my emotional highs and lows when I got their approval or denial of my request to have my turn. I most definitely can remember my brother’s bad mitten spike! Trust me, his decibel humming heat seeking missile did not land softly very often! I can’t remember everything about those games, but I clearly recall that if I was doing well against either of them, I was the man. I was the giant!

Around that time and as I got a little older I can remember playing games like kickball, S.P.U.D., bad mitten, softball, hide and go seek and many other fun and competitive games with my cousins. When I was picked to play or my turn came up at their house to be the ‘pretend monster’ in their basement, I was as ferocious as possible. I also tried with all the might I had to frantically catch everyone when we played our hide and go seek games. I also caught some of them more times than the game required!

We would also pretend to recreate the show the Six Million Dollar Man. He had super human strength. His right eye, right arm and both of his legs were bionic. Bionic means that his artificial body parts were made similarly to a robot’s. They were built to look like a persons body parts but they had extraordinary and excessive strength. Many times my cousins I pretended and I was excited to act out the bionic man’s part. In my own opinion, I was very good at being him, especially when it came to throwing objects a good distance. You know what they say, practice makes perfect. My cousins encouraged me and I thoroughly enjoyed myself! I have recently had the opportunity to meet up with a few of them in Ithaca. What a joy and blessing! The cousins I played with the most are Rene, Debbie, Susie, and Harry. I ALWAYS played my hardest and tried my best! Those were exciting and rewarding moments in my childhood.

My most precious times came when I was alone in my own back yard or in that of my grandpa and grandma. You see, that is when little Eric dreamed his BIGGEST and BEST dreams. That is when my imagination came ALIVE! I remember lying on my back under the maple trees and looking up at the beautiful blue sky and just pondering away in my mind’s eye while gazing up at the clouds. I would see shapes in them, and imagine what was really up there. You see I lived in the country and I had a bird’s eye view of the stars at night and those clouds by day. I heard the crickets chirp out their songs at night. Then the locusts and all the different kinds of birds would sing around our family’s home every day. It was marvelous!

I would regularly see the sports games on the television set and dream my childlike dreams and think grandiose thoughts like, ‘someday I will be as good as all of those grown up men and if I believe and try harder I will be as good or better than them all.’ Somehow, I knew deep down inside this could be done. I had BIG dreams. My big dreams were always active, growing and kept alive. I believed that they would be very easily reached. After all those big fluffy clouds, like my dreams were very high and in the sky but yet they seemed still close enough to touch. Therefore it seemed reasonable in my childlike innocence that with just a little bit more day dreaming, I could be one of those players on that television set too!

My dreams became bigger and stronger as I played baseball and kickball at the elementary school and got better and better at both. Eventually my mother let me play organized baseball in Ithaca where I grew up. I can simply and fondly remember the times I played Kiwanis baseball at Cass Park. This recreational park is located and built along the lake’s inlet. Oh! Cayuga Lake. What a serene, beautiful, and precious Finger Lake! In my heart it is a picture, vision,