The Soul Redeemer: From Victim to Victory (39 page)

The demon hatefully spit out the words, "I don't have to listen to you, you daughter of Eve.  You are weak and a poor excuse of human flesh."

It started to climb over the side of the bed and then jumped back as it screamed in pain.  God had answered Liz's prayer.  "You can't do this to me!  Do you hear me?  You can't keep me here!  I have a job to do and I will do it!"

"What is your job?" Casie enquired.

"I don't have to tell you!"

"Ok," Casie said.  "The Holy Spirit knows and He'll tell us."

"No!  Don't call the Holy Spirit!  I hate Him!"  She settled back down onto the bed.  "I'll be good.  Just don't call Him."

Casie said, "Well, I think we need to call the Holy Spirit anyhow.  We need to know what your function and assignment is, and I'm not sure we can trust you to tell us the truth."

"Ok, ok!  I have to seduce Jake and plant seeds of destruction in him.  I have to help Megan watch over his home while his real wife is dead, only she's not dead, and they don't know where she's hiding."  In a sing-song voice it finished, "Some-bod-y's in trou-ble!"  And then it began to laugh. 

"It seems to me that you're in trouble now," Deanne said. 

It stopped laughing and began calling the three ladies all kinds of foul names.

"I've had enough of this!" Casie said.  "Holy Spirit, please come into this room and bring Your Spirit of Truth."

The unclean spirit got quiet and its eyes began moving in a darting motion as it seemed to be watching something going back and forth in front of it.  Gary came into the room at that moment and the demon roared, "You can't come in here!"

"I can, I will, and I am," he said as he stepped closer to the bed.  "In Jesus' Name I bind you and command you to be silent."

The demon tried to open Megan's mouth, but it was if it had been sewn shut. 

"So what's happening ladies?" Gary asked.

"Megan woke up and when she found out that she was disconnected, this demon took over," Casie explained.  They told Gary what it had said about its assignment.

"Holy Spirit," Gary prayed, "we ask for your truth, wisdom and discernment so that we can cancel the assignment that this spirit has been functioning under against You and Your Kingdom."

"I believe it was telling the truth in part," Casie said.  "But there is some deeper purpose."

"It was murder," Liz said.

At that, Megan's lips opened and the spirit cried out proudly, "Yes, you idiots!  I'm going to kill all of you.  So unsuspecting and just sitting there praying to your God in your Friday morning prayer group.  Next Friday, Megan will bring the gun and when you have your eyes closed, bang, bang, bang, you're dead, dead, dead!" 

It laughed out loud at the fear it expected to find on their faces, but when it looked up at them, they were full of perfect peace and it stopped laughing.  "Didn't you hear what I said?  Megan's going to kill you, all of you and put a stop to this pathetic intercessory prayer!"

Gary said, "It seems to me that you better take a closer look at your situation.  You're in no position to do anything to anybody anymore.  But thank you for telling the truth."

The demon tried to say something else, but the angels must have been holding its mouth closed like they did when Daniel had been in the lion's den.

"Ok," Deanne said.  "My question is, what do we do now?  Is a clone a human being with a spirit?  I'm sure she's got a soul.  Even animals have souls.  But can we kick demons out of her?  Does she have free will like humans do?  And what happens if we kick them out and then they come back stronger?  I just don't know."

"I think I better call Jake.  It's time to bring him in on this," Gary said.  "In the mean time, Holy Spirit, we ask You to guard and keep Megan from harm and to prepare her for the plans you have for her." 

He looked over at Casie and winked.  "It's going to be ok, sweetheart."  He checked his phone.  "We're back on line.  God's timing is always perfect because it wasn't on when I drove up five minutes ago."  Then he went out to make the call to Jake.

Liz pulled a chair up beside Deanne and the ladies began to pray out loud for Megan.  They prayed that the love of Jesus would fill the room and Megan's heart and mind.  They sang songs of Jesus' love.  They spoke encouraging, hopeful words over her, words of truth, freedom, joy and peace.  And suddenly Megan said, "Would you please sing that last song again?"

They just looked at her with their mouths hanging open.  "Sure," Liz finally managed, and they began singing, "Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so…." 

Megan closed her eyes and let the words saturate her mind.  When the song was over, she looked into the eyes of the two ladies who had so lovingly prayed for her.  "I am thirsty now.  Could I have a drink please?" 

Liz said, "Of course!"  She came back into the room a minute later with a plastic cup of cold water and wondered if this niceness was a trick and if she would take advantage of the contact to grab hold of her.  But she refused to be the hostage of fear or intimidation, and she smiled as she handed the cup through the invisible barrier that was keeping Megan on the bed.  Megan sat up, reached out and took the cup.  "Thank you," she said as she drank the whole glass down and handed it back. 

She lay back against the pillow.  "I'm guessing that Jake drugged me."

Unsure how to best answer her, Casie said, "Jake will be here after a while and you can talk to him about that."

"I don't blame you for being cautious with me.  I know I'm not nice.  It feels really weird without my connections and the voices inside my head telling me what to say and do."

"Megan," Casie asked.  "Do you mind if we ask you some questions?" 

"I don't know if I can answer them, but you can ask."

Casie was thoughtful, and then proceeded.  "Do you ever remember a time when you weren't connected?"

"No," she answered.  "For as long as I can remember, they've always been there."

"Have you ever been able to make choices of your own?"

Megan was quiet a minute as she thought about this.  "I do make choices, but every choice I make must be appropriate and fit accordingly within the parameters of my assignment.  I am flawed and do tend to think for myself.  I failed this assignment."  She hung her head as if ashamed.  "I don't know what they'll do with me now.  This was a big job.  I was the first, you know."

Casie, Liz and Deanne looked at each other, and then back at Megan, wondering how far they should take this line of conversation.  Deanne spoke up.  "What do you mean the first?  The first to do what?"

Megan looked at her with sudden fear.  "I don't know if I should have said that."  She edged her way down under the covers until all that was showing were her eyes and her fingertips which were grasping the top edge of the blanket.  It was as if she were willing herself to shrink out of sight.  More to herself than anyone else, she stifled a cry and said, "I don't know what to do without my connections.  I'm going to be in so much trouble!"

Casie leaned over and laid her hand softly on Megan's forehead.  "There is someone you can be connected to instantly who is good and kind and always loving." 

She looked up at Casie with a question in her eyes, and Casie said, "Jesus loves you Megan.  He loves you so much that He didn't want you to have to be punished anymore, so He took your punishment for you when He died on the cross." 

Casie had been a little worried about the reaction they might get when she mentioned Jesus, but so far so good. 

She continued.  "Jesus is God, and nothing could keep Him from the people He loved, so He came back to life after three days.  He's alive, Megan, because He loves you and wants to have a connection with you." 

Megan hadn't moved but she said, "They told me that Jesus was a very bad man and that He's dead.  What makes you believe He came back to life?"

"It says it right here in God's Word."

"Well, I don't know that I believe God's Word, but you make Him sound nice.  At any rate, He wouldn't care about me.  I'm not a people.  I'm a clone.  I have a job to do and that's all."  Then as an afterthought she asked, "Will Jesus help me to do my job?  If He is alive and nice, and if He'd help me, maybe I wouldn't get in trouble."

"My guess is that even though you are a clone, you are still a person.  You are flesh and blood.  Look at you!  You have hair," Casie playfully ruffled the hair on Megan's head.  "You have ears that hear, eyes that see, and a nose that smells," Casie said as she lightly tweaked Megan's nose like she would a child's even though it was covered up.  They could see in Megan's eyes that she was smiling.  "You have a mouth that talks and smiles, a brain that is very smart and a mind that can make choices; you have a heart that has feelings…No matter how you were conceived, I'm pretty sure you're a person, Megan."

Liz spoke up.  "Yes, I agree.  And as for your job, well you have been assigned a job that is against everything that Jesus stands for.  God is love, and every job He assigns has to fit within His love, so I'm pretty sure that He would not help you to carry out your old job.  He would take that one away from you and give you new one.  One that would be good and helpful to Him and to others."

Megan's nose and then mouth appeared as she slowly pushed the blankets down to her neck.  "You think that I'm a person?"  Her forehead was wrinkled in thought.  "And you think that God is bigger than Lucifer?"

"Yes, we believe that you are a person, Megan, and we know that God is more powerful than Lucifer.   He created Lucifer," Casie said.

"I thought that Lucifer was the creator."

Liz picked up the Bible.  "Read this right here, Megan.  Genesis 1:1."

Megan sat up and read, "
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth."
 

Liz then turned to Isaiah 14 beginning with verse 12 and asked Megan to read about Lucifer's fall from heaven.

"Well, I'm not sure exactly what to believe right now," Megan said after reading the scriptures.  "But what I do know is that Lucifer's plan for me is not going so well, and you people who serve God seem to be more powerful.  And you are nice and good….I have Nicole's memories you know…" she got quiet and seemed to be searching for something inside her mind.

Casie said, "No we didn't know that."

"I can see a difference between you guys, including Jake, and my connections.  They are all about themselves.  I am to obey and serve them, and blindly do whatever they tell me.  Your connection is different…."

"That's because it is based on love, not control," Casie said.

Megan was thoughtful as she still seemed to be looking inside herself.  "Yes, I can see what you mean."

They heard the front door open and Gary called out, "We're here."

"Come on in," Casie said.

Jake stopped in the doorway instead of following Gary into the room.  He was unsure how he would be received.  He looked at the lady sitting up in the bed and she just looked back at him, neither one sure how to proceed. 

Suddenly, Megan broke the silence.  "Hi, I'm Megan," she held out her hand to Jake and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.  "I thought maybe we could start over."

He looked at her a moment longer, then stepped over to the bed, took her hand in his and smiled in return.  "Hi Megan.  Thank you for being truthful with me as to your identity."

She cocked her head to one side.  "How did you know I wasn't Nicole?"

"That first night when I looked into your eyes, I didn't see my wife.  That was the first clue of several."

"Huh."

"But I have to say that you are so much like her.  Of course you share the same DNA."

"That's it!"  Casie exclaimed!  "Megan, you are your own person apart from your connections and apart from Nicole.  While you can function without your connections, you can't be separated from your DNA, which is the same as Nicole's.  Nicole's DNA cries out for God, for that connection with Him through His Son, Jesus.  Do you sense that same desperate desire in yourself, Megan?"

Megan looked as if she were thinking about this when her head flew back and her eyes rolled into her head. 

"You leave her alone, you ****!"  The murderous spirit was in control again and tried to leap at Casie, but was once again knocked back onto the bed as the invisible barrier stopped it.

"This is the Jezebel spirit," Liz said.

Casie agreed.  "And it's working with Murder.  Ok, Jezebel and all working under her, I command you in Jesus' name to go down.  I want to talk to Megan."

"No!  You can't make us."

"Well the Holy Spirit can." 

A flash of fear fell over the spirit's face and Megan's head fell forward.  Then there was a tormented look on her face.  Megan was back.

"Megan, look at me," Casie said.  Then she asked "Are you aware of what just happened here?"

"Yes."  Megan started to hang her head in shame, but Casie lifted it back up and turned her head so that she could keep looking into her eyes. 

"It's ok, sweet heart, that is not you.  That is an evil spirit that is controlling you and tormenting you."