I was harassed by demons, and could feel their presence since age 5. They continued until I learned to grow in faith and become strong. So yeah, I have a bone to pick with them. I don’t want to be seen by men. I want to do what I was called to do which is to love and encourage my brothers and sisters and to stand in the gap for this nation and the world. To deal with yucky things. To help my family grow in faith not to fear these men and things that have tampered with creation in unspeakable ways. This may sound weird but I get filled with excitement watching every law of nature we think we understand defied before the enemy’s eyes and of what spirit they are made plain to me. To feel the demons squirm.