Dear Jesus,

"What?" he said, his voice laced with disbelief and surprise.

"I said I'm coming with you." I said firmly, looking directly at his grey eyes with a boldness I never knew I had.

"We don't have time to waste. Go get your brother. I'm gonna go tell my parents."

As he went to fetch his brother who was engrossed in a game of tic-tac-toe with Patricia, I went inside to tell Mom and Dad about the issue at hand.

Since we were almost rounding up the program, Mom suggested that Dad should accompany us. Dad went to call Mrs Hewett and Pris. Their home is near to John's so Dad felt it would be better to kill two birds with one stone.

Once we entered the car, Priscilla started gushing over how she enjoyed the party so much. She wondered aloud about why they had to leave so early and why I was following them this time. I summed up the situation to her in the fastest possible way.

Seeing that she only knew John and his brother as near but faraway neighbours, she tried starting a polite conversation with them. They were both in their few words mode, probably worried sick about their Mom and wishing the car could fly.

Mrs Hewett sat in the front seat beside dad while the rest of us sat in the back. I somehow overheard their conversation.

She was apologizing again to Dad about the first impression she made. I was laughing on the inside. Now she realises that she was like an angry ugly duckling that day?

Though she was initially uptight, I saw how well she related with other women in the party, particularly mom.

She's cute and nice when she isn't drunk and angry. I like this side of her better. I hope, dear Lord, that she meets you for real. Let her know your love and joy. Let her be born into the family. Let her see the light, just as you shined on me.

Dad dropped her and daughter off at their house. John gave directions. Their house was just on the street adjacent Priscilla's. It wasn't far at all.

I had absolutely no idea why you wanted me to go. I mean, I hardly know anything about the Walkers. Only excerpts: bits and pieces from what you showed me in the vision and what John told me.

I was in for a shock. A blockbuster shock at what you were about to do.

Their house was a little cottage, sandwiched between two large houses in Mangrone Strait.
Mind you, it was already getting dark. The house was dimly lit.

Dad greeted Mr Walker. He was tall and had a large build. His eyes were grey, hinging almost on blue. I now know where John got those captivating eyes. His American accent was smooth. But he looked so worried and spoke few words gruffly. I saw when his boys got that trait from.

Dad didn't waste time. He told Mr Walker to take us to her.

The air of the room where Mrs Walker was kept was thick with the scent of antiseptics. It was as if we were in an hospital ward. But that wasn't what made me gasp upon entering the room.

The lone figure I saw shivering on the bed was far worse than what I saw in the vision. Had she deteriorated that fast within three days?

One could see that she was beautiful but the sickness had taken its toll on her beauty. Her eyes were sunken and she was gasping intermittently for breath. Her face was pale as if all her blood had frozen still.

Tears of compassion welled up in my eyes. My heart ached.

"Oh God! She's your daughter not the devil's toy," my inner voice cried out to you.

And then I saw. Twas as if a curtain was pulled back and I saw.

Dad was at this time by her side, praying in the Spirit. Mr Walker was tending to her, tepid sponging her body which was at a flaming temperature. John held the bowl of cool water and repeatedly had to change its content.

I saw with the eyes of my spirit. A small impish creature. It was as if it was elastic. It stretched and wrapped itself around Mrs Walker's chest region. It looked slimy and gross. It seemed as if it was strangling her tighter by the minute, determined to squeeze every juice of life out of her.

Then as quick as flashlight of a pinhole camera, the vision disappeared.

It was so sudden and intense that I staggered backward and held my head. James shot me a queer look. John was still holding the bowl of tepid water, standing beside his Dad, muttering prayers.

"Pray now. I want to set her free," said the Holy Spirit.

"Ok Lord. You know I cannot do this by myself. You asked me to come and here I am. You've shown the root cause to me. Intercede through me, precious Holy Spirit. Heal her. Deliver her. According to your good will," I replied in my Spirit.

I remembered my dream. I remembered what Genevie said. "I've been waiting for so long." Maybe Mrs Walker has also been praying and waiting for her healing. Maybe others have also been interceeding for her. It was time for her deliverance.

I stepped up closer. As if on cue, (I'm guessing the Holy Spirit told him) Dad stretched his hand closer to me and signalled for the others to join. We formed a semicircle around her bed and began praying.

"Lord Jesus, thank you for you're the great physician. You're the balm of Gilead. By your stripes, healing is ours."

"We pray in agreement. The Bible says the prayer of faith shall heal the sick. We pray with one voice for Mrs Walker. We claim her healing in Your holy name."

"I decree and declare that she is made free in Jesus' name. Even the lawful captives shall be delivered. I command any power of darkness behind this sickness to be bound and cast out in Jesus' name. Who art thou, O great mountain before the Walker's, thou shall be made a plain."

"Mrs Walker, you are healed completely in Jesus' name."

As I said this, I touched her on the chest with my free right hand, being closest to her. Once again, my spiritual eyes were opened.

My cross tattoos tingled and I saw the power of God flow from the tattoo to my palm where I touched her. The imp-demon let out a disembodied shriek and melted away like wax before fire.

Then I opened my physical eyes. Her breathing became normalized and sweat broke out on her forehead signifying that the fever had broken.

We began to praise God and sing.

Way maker
Miracle worker
Promise keeper
Light in the darkness
My God, that is who you are.

By the time we had finished praising God, her temperature came down and she was sleeping peacefully.

Mr Walker went ahead with Dad to their living room. He showed his appreciation and they had a brief chat. I could already sense another good relationship brewing. 

Meanwhile, James was grouchy. Why? you might ask. I guess he was kinda jealous that John took me on a tour in their little cottage instead of helping him to solve a particular math problem. I don't think James will like me that well.

James is 12 years old and he is also writing his junior school exam. I discovered that he and John attends St Louis High. That's Felicia's school. No wonder he was freely playing games with Patricia. I wonder if they are even classmates as they are both in the same age bracket. What a small world.

Soon it was time to go. We couldn't stay for too long because we'd keep Mom worried, plus I have Physics exam tomorrow.

The moment I stepped out of their house, I sensed that something was terribly wrong again.

I prayed quietly under my breath while the Walkers gave Dad a brief farewell.

I saw again. *Fans self with invisible handfan*. I'm just coming to terms with this whole seer anointing thing. My inner voice was beeping robotically "Overloaded, overloaded, overloaded."

Sweeping dark mists, much like the one I saw in the dark side in my dream were drifting in billows around our Jeep's wheels.

Dad glanced over at me, probably wondering. Thankfully, he's also a spiritual man. He asked me what's wrong. I told him all, starting from the dream.

As we sat in the car we prayed against any spirit of accident. We prayed for protection over ourselves and the Walkers. When we felt peaceful assurance in our spirits, we said the amens. Dad took extra care driving home. By then it was very dark, the time being around 8:00pm.

As Dad drove on, I stared up the sky gazing at the stars and worshipping you in my heart.

We got home safely. Hallelujah! Thank you Jesus for all your mighty warrior angels that guarded us on our way home. The angels of the Lord encamps around those that fear you.

Trust my mom, the whole house was clean. I was scared that I'll sleep late as a result of having to wash a mountain of dishes and clean the mess from the love feast.
She made sure the ladies helped her in cleaning when the party was dispersed.

Mommy told us that she was backing us up in prayers here at home.

Daddy told her all that happened, including what I had told him about my spiritual vision. They both agreed that we had to be more spiritually alert and prayerful. We had a lengthy session of prayer and Word study as a family.

Mom told me that Kathlyn was kinda worried when I and Priscilla had to leave so suddenly. I made a mental note to chat her up to explain but I wasn't able to get to it because I was damn tired.

I just took some apples and bananas as a late dinner. My appetite had gone on vacation. The weightiness of all that happened today still hung heavy on my mind.

Jesus, I may not be able to understand it all. I mean, I'm just a little baby in you. Why me of all people will you give this kind of gift and responsibility? I simply asked for the Holy Spirit to be a companion and comforter. Not this responsibility. Well, the gift of God is irrevocable.

I'll be real with you. I'm a little scared. If I keep up this way, won't carnally minded people see me as a fanatic or physic? I'm afraid that I'll be a big target for the enemy now. I'm afra-...

Jesus

Forgive me for my fears.
Why should I fear when I have you. Surrounded by your love. An everlasting love.

Why should I care what people say?
They don't know. What you mean to me?

Let's do this together, Jesus. Let's kick the devil's ass and crush the serpent's head underfoot. You already won at the cross.

*Thumps fist triumphantly into the air*. Who-hoo!

Ouch! My fingers ache from writing this epistle. I have to get some sleep now. Physics exam awaits me tomorrow, urgh!

Good night Jesus. See you in my dreams.

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Well hello everyone...🤗
I just wanted to thank you to everyone who has been encouraging and pushing me to go this far on this story.
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It's been an amazing journey both for me and all my faithful readers.😋
I also want to thank my friend who sticks closer than a brother. Jesus, you're the best. I love you for eternity.💖💖💖

So Radiance is gradually moving into the spiritual facet of her destiny.
And Mrs Walker made it free. Can I hear somebody shout hallelujah?
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