The devil and his children are working for their kingdom to destroy as many possible - This is no joke

I just want to warn you christians about mingling with unbelievers without a spiritual cause. If you are a christian and you think going to bars, drinking parties, clubs is good for relaxation, you are misled by your own desires and satan. 1 Peter 4 clears up on this matter. The devil and his children are working for their kingom to destroy as many possible. This is no joke. Everywhere you set foot as a christian you must be able to descern spiritually what is going on in your surroundings. This is vital for you to be able to stand fast in faith. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood but against principalities, wicked beings in heavenly places. Be aware, be awake.

This is a passage out of the book 'Out of the devil's Coldron' by John Ramirez, an ex devil worshipper. He explains dilligently how he loved to target christians, anywhere he could find them. Read and reconsider your acts.

** I always hoped those I came across were the so-called Christians. They were my favorites. I
was eager to challenge their “faith” and what they believed to be the truth. By getting them to agree to do a fortune reading, they allowed me to usher them through an open door to the satanic world. I exposed them to an evil they had no idea of, an evil that would bring all sorts of misfortune upon their lives. They always thought they had it all together and were better than others, and that the world I lived in was not good enough for them. How I hated hearing them talk about this man called Jesus and
how much He loved them. To me it was foolishness, and they deserved to be punished. That’s what made them my favorites.

Oddly enough, Christians weren’t all that hard to find in my world. Witches and warlocks
threw house parties all the time, and often they would invite friends who claimed to be Christians— people who didn’t know the secret lives we carried on apart from our jobs and daytime facades.

I strolled into just such a house party one night and scanned the room, reading the vibes that
came off the people there and asking the spirits to direct me to the souls that were ripe for the
plucking. Julio, the man who hosted that night’s party, flagged me down when I stepped through the front door.

“Hey, John, you made it! Come on over here, man. I want to introduce you to someone.”
I nodded back at him and headed in his direction, taking long, deliberate strides. I could see the guy he stood next to sizing me up, thinking, Who is this tall man dressed all in black?

I sensed a vibe of fascination . . . and maybe a little fear. Perfect. “What’s happening?” I said
as Julio and I shook hands. I darted my eyes to the stranger by his side.
“Oh, yeah,” Julio said, “this is my friend Chris. He goes to church. You know, one of those
holy rollers!” He jabbed Chris with his elbow and the guy laughed.

“How’s it going, Chris?” I said politely, extending my hand. “My name is John.” And then I
stood back and watched the situation for a while, letting Julio and Chris banter on about nothing as the wine flowed and their tongues got looser. Every now and then I interjected something humorous into the conversation until Chris warmed up to me and regarded me as a new friend.

Excusing myself, I mingled throughout the party, renewing old acquaintances and making new ones. Sometime later that night I waited until the spirits told me it was time to invade Chris’s spiritual space. I strolled over and refilled my wineglass next to where he was standing.

“Hey, Chris, we met earlier,” I said. “Nice party going on. There’s a few cute girls in here,
huh?” Chris smiled in recognition. “Oh, yeah . . . John, right? Yeah, dude, I know what you mean.
I’ve been trying to chat up a few girls but no luck so far.” I ignored his comment and went in for the kill. “You know, there’s something interesting that I know about you that the people in your life don’t know.”
Caught off guard, Chris laughed awkwardly. “Well, tell me, what do you know about me that
nobody else knows? The suspense is killing me.”

I kept a smile from spreading across my face. Without realizing it, his response had just
opened a door for me to come into his spiritual space. I released a spirit of unbelief in his mind
because I knew that the battlefield between him and me was in the mind. If I was able to capture a person’s mind I was able to capture their heart, and that’s how they became my victims no matter where I met them—lounges, subways, house gatherings.

I told him what had happened in his personal life that no one knew about, the skeletons hidden deep in his closet even though he claimed to be a Christian. I fought hard to keep a sneer off my face as I watched Chris’s wide-eyed stare turn into a look of desperation and fear and, finally, helplessness.

He was totally drained. It felt like I was choking him to death slowly, and I got a sense of power and enjoyment, ripping him open spiritually. I left him so dazed by my powers that he was
already drunk in the spirit from the taste I had left behind.