27 July 2022

Today, I’m standing in line in a customer service-type situation.  I notice an employee of the establishment coming out of a closed door behind me.  She’s very frustrated.  As the door is closing behind her, I notice two women and a baby still in the room.

The frustrated employee goes to another employee, gets keys, goes back to the room, opens the door, and asks the occupants of the room to come with her.  This is when things get interesting.  The woman with the baby has an African accent, she’s in her mid-to-late twenties, wearing all white with an African head-wrap.  I will call her African Duku.

now that I look back, I remember staring harshly, directly in her face, as if with no remorse.  African Duku walks out the door holding her child. Her eyes flash across my face, then they dart back again locking directly into my vision as she stops in her tracks.  I begin to feel as if something is wrong with her; like she is heavily demonized, but I cannot pin-point anything and the Holy Spirit is saying nothing to me about her. 

Duku mutters something under her breath as she stands still, staring into my eyes.  Our eyes never move from one-another and I ask her in a direct tone, “What did you say?”  She replies in her African accent, “I can see into your eyes.”  I reply sternly, “What about ‘em?”  She answers in her African dialect, “You look deep.”  I understand her statement to reference spritual vision. I reply, almost mechanically – like, it’s me, but I’m not really controlling what I’m saying, and tell her “I see deep.”  It’s at this point that time seems to come to a stand still and EVERYONE in the whole place is frozen, staring at us.  She then asks me simply, “Pray for me.”  Mechanically, standing in place, I extend my hand out toward her. She walks over to me and interlocks her fingers into mine and closes her eyes for the first time and at this point she never looks at me directly again.  She leans into my hand and rubs my hand across her forehead as I pray for Jesus to bless her.  Finally, the frustrated employee says harshly, “Sir, let her hand go so we can get out of here,” and it’s as if time begins again and everybody begins moving.  I never release her hand, but African Duku then kisses my hand with her eyes still closed, turns her body away from me, releases my hand and walks out the door of the establishment. 

At this point I know everyone is looking at me, so I just lower my head, didn’t look at anyone and tried to process what just happened.  I thought “How weird is this?” and started praying, “Is she a witch?  Did she just curse me?”  I didn’t hear anything direct but felt Him saying something like this: “She is demonized.  It isn’t for you to set her free today, but to bless her.  She needed My blessing.”

I don’t know what’s going on in African Duku’s life right now, but Jesus wanted to bless her.  I am still weirded-out and amazed by this event.  Even while I write I feel Jesus giving me more understanding about this transaction.  I feel as if she were looking at the Holy Spirit and not me as she glared into my eyes.  The transaction was purely about Duku and Him; I was just the pile of flesh standing in front of her. 

This is truly a strange occurrence and I’m not sure why yet, but I feel strongly that I should share this with you.  Jesus tells me, months ago, “More changes are to come [for you].”  I will continue to listen as He gives me more information on this transaction and weaponize it for His Kingdom sake. 

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