Autism, Hybridization, Bloodlines, Secret Space Program

Benjamin told me his role with what he called "the collective" was technical. He worked on interfaces, on craft, on implants. The "imaginary friends" who showed up at age two were succubus spirits. They parented him, abused him, sexualized him, and dehumanized him on purpose. As he grew, the veneer of the collective began to crack. He saw the infighting between fallen angels and reptilian factions on a ship. He saw uprisings. He told me about implants designed to uplink humans on Earth to a collective in deep space, because something on Earth scared them and they could not come close. That last detail stopped me. I asked, "Could that something be what Paul calls the restrainer?" Benjamin had not connected those dots before. I had run into the same idea independently with a survivor I worked with. Two witnesses agreeing in the spirit is no small thing.

Benjamin grew up in a Christian home. His parents prayed. Friends prayed. At sixteen, he started having dreams of God. After a Christian camp where he felt loved for the first time, a voice told him, "You think you can get away from us that easily?" Demons attacked him in a waking vision. He saw a man with a cane. The man stepped into the light and became a knight with a sword, scooped him up, took him to a high tower, and Benjamin found himself in the lap of the Father.

Then God did something I want you to hear, because it tells you who Jesus is for survivors. Benjamin's body was dying from chronic pneumonia. In a vision, Jesus told him to let go of something in his hand. He let go. A demon came to stab him in the chest. The demon could not find his heart. Jesus had taken his physical heart out of his body and was holding it, still beating. Jesus said, "It is too dangerous for you to have this right now. I am going to keep it safe." Benjamin woke up the next morning with no pulse, lighter by a kilo and a half, breathing easier than he had in years. I sat there listening to him, and all I could say was that the grace of Jesus Christ goes very, very far.

A prayer team at a retreat began to pray for Benjamin. His eyes turned jet black. His tongue stretched almost a foot out of his mouth. Over 48 hours of near constant prayer, they began casting demons out. He said the overlay was seven spirits working as a grid. A snake (kundalini). A werewolf (rage). A goat (Azazel, the false wilderness encounter). A worm in his chest. A creature wrapped around his legs blocking his physical development. A mamzer spirit affecting how others perceived him. And over all of it, the spirit of Absalom, political rebellion and backstabbing, the overseer.

Before the deliverance, God had Benjamin go silent for 17 weeks. No interruptions. No correcting. Yes or no answers only. By the third month, people forgot he was there and lived their lives lighter without him heaping on them. God showed him vines growing out of his back, ensnaring people. He had to repent. He had to be willing to die and be born again. That was the doorway.

I have prayed for autistic children for years. Almost every time, once we get deep into the spirit, we find pieces of the soul being held captive in hybrid entities, often protected by sacred geometries and force fields. Benjamin and I both noticed the same thing: children from bloodline families are more often targeted, because the doors of iniquity in those lines are wider. That does not mean every autistic child is from a bloodline family. The enemy is opportunistic.

Benjamin said something that stopped me. "Don't try to cast out the spirit of autism. Break it down. Tackle the specific spirit causing the specific thing." A deaf and dumb spirit will produce one flavor. A kundalini will produce another. He also said the current culture, with its indigo children language and starseed language, is feeding the very pride that keeps an autistic person from wanting out of the prison. The cell may be unlocked. They will not walk out if they think the cell is who they are.

Deliverance and healing are not the same thing. After 48 hours of prayer, Benjamin came out in his right mind, but he had never taken public transport, never held a job, never socialized as a healthy adult. He learned in his twenties what most people learn in primary school. Shame came in waves. The relationships with his family took years to mend. He had to repent. He had to apologize. He had to demonstrate trustworthiness over time. That is the part the church often skips. Loving on a person, bringing them into family, walking through the awkwardness with them, is part of the healing.

Benjamin is now a young leader in his church. He works with children. I told him to his face I believe he is a first fruits of a radical move of God on autism. There is hope in Jesus. Not a slogan. A person.