E-Spas is a nine-year-old African-American boy who lives with his single mother down the street from my home.  E-Spas has a learning disorder; likely, ADHA and spectrum issues.  He can also be aggressive.  Our home has become the center of neighborhood play covering a diverse multitude of children.  That’s how we like it.  E-Spas has issues with other children, is hard to get along with and is physical.  Last week he put my eight-year-old daughter in a headlock and tried to choke her out. 

This past weekend I spent time with the children outside.  E-Spas came over and became offended for no reason.  Not the first time, so I took him aside and self-confirmed that he makes up situations in his head that aren’t true.  We sat down on a bench.  He was crying.  I questioned; he re-affirmed his belief.  I thought, “I wonder where he is getting this information?  Is he being given this information inside his head?”  I asked E-Spas, “Do you have little voices that talk to you in your head?”  He was hesitant, but looked at me and said, “Yes.”  I asked if his mother knew.  He replied with a concerning “No!” as if he didn’t want her to know. 

I asked Jesus if I could pray for him, but I didn’t hear anything back from Jesus.  I thought to myself, “If I pray and nothing happens, I am out nothing.”  So I asked, E-Spas said yes, and we prayed.  I prayed against those who were speaking to E-Spas in his head.  I asked for forgiveness of the generational iniquity of his father’s/mother’s bloodlines, cancelled any and all demonic assignments, broke their hold on him, and cast them away from E-Spas.  I then called down protection for E-Spas from heaven and commanded the demonic influences never to come back.  I asked and E-Spas said he felt nothing. 

About an hour later, a nine-year-old E-Spas came to my door.  I looked out and he was smiling.  I opened the door and he said “It worked.  Their gone.”  I questioned and he confirmed.  I gave him a hug and went out to continue playing with my children.  I wasn’t going to write this event, because I couldn’t really validate anything, and he does have spectrum issues, but this morning he came to my house again just to tell me that he hears “no voices…their gone!”  E-Spas is a happy boy today.   Thank you, Jesus.