Inferiority By Demonic Infiltration
By Phil Scovell
Praying with a man one day, he said that he had something
come up recently and he could not find the source of his
feelings. He even had trouble identifying the nature of the
associated emotions. The feeling occurred when his wife, who had
been handling their checkbook for years, felt the Lord was
telling her to turn the checkbook over to him. When she said
this, he told me that he instantly had a feeling of discomfort.
When I began asking him questions, he thought the feelings
were related to when they had first married. He had purchased a
computer program to handle their checking account but due to the
newness of the software, he had made some wrong entries and thus
caused them some minor financial problems. Soon thereafter, he
had been happy to turn it over to his wife. I guessed there was
more to this part of the story but I knew it was likely
irrelevant to what was really bothering him. I suggested we just
start praying with the feeling he had described, as vague as it
seemed, and let the Lord direct us as we prayed.
His slight feeling of personal concern and emotional
discomfort, the moment we began to pray, took him back to a grade
school event. A boy had made fun of him one day by saying his
clothes weren't as good as the rest of the students. That
feeling struck deep with this man and we prayed for the Lord's
truth to be revealed. He reported that the Lord told him that he
had been with him and as this man looked into the memory again,
he saw himself dressed in bright clothing that was far beyond
anything anyone else was wearing. Knowing this wasn't the only
place the Lord wanted to take him, we continued praying together.
The Lord took him next to a memory of when he was in high
school. He had been on the football team but only played one or
two games and even then, it was in minor positions. Joining the
basketball team in another Christian high school, the coach
always complimented him on his playing during practice but then
never allowed him to play during an actual game. Again the sharp
pain was felt.
Asking the Lord to expand the memory and to allow him to see
the memory the way, He, the Lord, saw it, the man then reported
that he saw a panorama of memories flashing by so rapidly, he
couldn't do anything other than briefly recognize them as old
memories. He reported that none of the pictures stopped which
would allow him to focus on any given memory. This gave me
another clue and I realize this was not the origin of this man's
feelings. I asked the Lord to reveal the true lie, or lies, in
these memories collectively.
The man said, "This, I know, sounds really weird, but I feel
as if I hate myself." This admission, I then knew, would lead us
to another memory event in which the true lie would reside.
Praying again, I ask the Lord to take this man to the
origin, the real source, of his feelings of rejection, self
hatred, not being quite good enough, and being less valuable than
A moment passed and then he said, "This is even stranger. I
am back in a house I lived in when I was about 6 or 7 years of
age. I was in the basement and I had taken several TV trays and
put them together and lined them up in a row. I pretended I was
a businessman with people working for me and the TV trays were
little tables and desks. As I played, I took a piece of paper
and just wrote a capital T for the first letter of my name. As I
looked at it, I thought to myself how well I had done in writing
the letter. Suddenly," he said to me, "But then what I saw on
the paper turned distorted and the letter T just no longer looked
right to me."
"How do you feel?" I asked.
"I just feel bad; like something is wrong with me."
At this point, it was obvious there was a demonic presence
in the room where he had been playing. I prayed and asked the
Lord to show this man where the demon was in the memory. He
instantly reported that he saw a demonic like figure seated in a
chair, not far away from where he was playing, watching
everything he was doing.
I prayed again and asked the Lord to show this man the lies
the demon had implanted in the thoughts of the little boy. The
man began to speak what he felt. He felt inferior, not good
enough, he'd never amount to anything in his life, and many other
related feelings. I asked the man if he knew now where these
thoughts had come from and he said he clearly saw how the demon
had implanted these lies into his life.
At this moment, the Holy Spirit spoke to me and said, "Do
not send the demon away yourself. Ask the man to send it away."
I asked this man if the demon was still in the memory. He
said, "Yes, but he is no longer seated in the chair but
standing." I laughed to myself because I knew the demon was
getting ready to leave on his own now that he had no reason for
staying. I told him to send him away. The man prayed, told the
demon to go to the place where the True Lord Jesus Christ wanted
him to go.
"Is he gone?" I asked when he had finished praying.
"Yes," he replied, "he's completely gone."
The Lord told me not to leave this memory but to ask Him to
speak further truth to this man. I prayed and asked the Lord if
He had anything else He wished to tell or show or give to this
After a moment of silence, the man said, "The Lord told me
that He had deliberately brought me to this place for me to learn
and that He wants to heal me in many more places." I then
explain to the man what the Lord had told me and that this memory
was shown to him so he could learn that he could use the
authority over demons that God had given to him through his Holy
Returning to the original feelings, he reported he no longer
felt as he did and that everything felt clear to him.
I share this simple story of healing because it was my
oldest son with whom I prayed. He is 27 years old at this
writing. He and his wife have two girls.
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