It Ends Here

Eleonah Jane

Dec 5

11.29.23

Wednesday.

Today's class was remarkable. A phenomenon that nobody saw coming just happened. It came to us as a surprise but for the leaders that were there, it was predetermined.

School of the Spirit was moved to the last session that day. We were getting ready for our class, which was expected to start at 8:30 AM when we noticed that our teacher brought a lot of backups.

When I say a lot, I mean a LOOOT.

Okay, that's an exaggeration hahaha.

There were about five of them at first and more added up while the class was ongoing. We were surrounded by people who seemed to have an agenda in mind. Later on our teacher, Sir Kiko, introduced them to us as volunteers of the Healing Room.

Wow! Just wow! No wonder they appeared to be carrying an aura. Heavy but not weird in a way kind of aura.

When Sir Kiko had more backups coming, some of us started to wonder what was up. I whispered to Ate Nova and said, "Are they going to deliver someone today?"

We just laughed at the idea.

The topic was all about the authority of the believer and the power of the Holy Spirit. It was a powerful message, I tell you. There were a lot of takeaways that are worth note-taking.

During the last break, when we got back to the room from 5&2, all of them were in a big circle, praying and interceding. I knew it. Something was up. They were planning to do something.

When the last part of the topic started, Sir Kiko finally spilled the plan. He said, "We're going to deliver some people today. It ends here."

Oooh! Exciting! I thought.

"Some of you were having trouble sleeping."

Oh, wait! What?

Are you speaking to me now? He said more categories but I kind of related myself to those "people" who had trouble sleeping and the idea that he knows stuff like this made my heart pump fast.

"I know your heart is beating fast right now..." he added and I'm like, "Oof! This is pretty extraordinary!"

The room was quiet. Really quiet! For sure I wasn't the only one feeling that way.

I closed my eyes while I was on my seat and inquired the Lord. I said, "God, do I need this prayer? I mean, I'm sleeping a lot more now and insomnia isn't that frequent anymore."

I've been struggling with insomnia for so long to the point that it has become a normal thing to me. I can stay awake until 3 to 6 AM, catch some sleep in the morning, and wake up in the afternoon. Insomnia was so frequent that I could no longer picture what mornings looked like.

I ended that prayer by saying, "But okay, Lord! You know me better than I do. You see the deeper parts of me, the issues that I'm not aware of. If you think I need this prayer, then, I abide to Your will."

Then, Sir Kiko gave an instruction. "Those who have trouble sleeping, stand up."

I stood up and kept my eyes closed because I didn't want to see if anyone was looking or check who else stood up. I don't want to appear conscious and distracted.

I started praying in the Spirit. I was afraid, to be honest, because I don't know what's going to happen to me. I just knew that Sir Kiko was giving instructions and a woman who I didn't know stood next to me and prayed for me.

Suddenly, I felt something hefty upon me and I fell on the floor. Then the woman muttered with an authoritative voice, "Issues of abandonment, rejection, pain caused by your mother and father, traumas, guilt, condemnation, doubts of your call, and bitterness. GET OUT!"

The moment she said those words, I cried like a child. I remember when Ate Nova asked me what imagination my mind creates when I have insomnia, I told her I don't know. I can't remember. But I do remember feeling heavy all the time and crying all night.

But when the woman said those words, I remember everything. I remember replaying painful events of my childhood that opened doors to the devil's lies screaming in my head. That I was unworthy, unloved, useless, and all ugly words that weighed me down.

Right on the floor, I wailed like a baby while God was speaking to me.

"It ends here."

Every time I have what I called "Midnight Sessions", I would just tell myself "Here we go again! But, it's okay. It won't last long. It'll be gone by the next morning. Let's just survive the night."

I thought I was doing all right as long as I don't take my life. Little did I know that I was being complacent about my situation. I thought I was just unwell, mentally unstable, that maybe I could be helped with sleeping pills or a talk with a psychologist. Oh, naively, I embraced it as part of me!

But they were not.

Our issues, traumas, nightmares... they were never part of us. They were never part of the DNA that God designed in us. The events happened and they were real experiences but they were part of the past that deserved to be cancelled out.

All these years I was oppressed and I did not realize it until God told me I need a deliverance.

"It ends here!"

And it ended there.

I was prayed for. I vomitted. And I never felt so free.

To some, peace and joy maybe just words they constantly hear from people who pray or preach, but to me, they are words that mean a lot. These were dispositions I've been longing to be in for so long and I am here.

This is the good news of grace.

I am free.

I have joy.

And I am at peace.