Bed Bugs and Beyond
“Mom! I have bedbugs!” My son started blowing up my phone early in the morning, frantic. He had been woken up at 3 a.m. by something crawling on his arm. It was a tiny bug. I’m just grateful he waited until 6 a.m. to alert me about his dilemma!
As the day went on, I received numerous texts and phone calls updating me on the latest developments in the bed bug crisis. Over the following days, my son tried various methods to rid his bachelor pad of these unwanted “guests.” This involved multiple trips to the laundromat, steam-cleaning everything, scrubbing, washing, and discarding numerous items. The final phone call revealed the source of the issue—the greatest mystery of all: the origin of this demonic invasion.
The angel of light poster…
When I entered my son’s small bachelor pad a few years ago, I noticed it immediately. It was almost life-sized. I felt relieved to see a “nice” poster on his dark walls. “Wow, is that a Bible in the angels’ hands?” I asked him. “Yes,” he replied, “I think so!” “That’s a groovy poster!” I replied, relieved my son was starting to see “the light”.
I had a nightmare that night about the angel poster. The next morning, I felt deeply disturbed and began to talk to Abba about my son and his new poster. That week's Torah portion focused on the sacrifices and Yom Kippur. Coincidentally, a popular ministry unpacked a study on Metatron that week, which was fascinating. As I delved into those scripture portions, the phrase "demon goat" stood out to me. I felt compelled to investigate further into the significance of the demon goat.
I found myself on a website that was both disturbing and fascinating. I wasn’t sure what it was all about. As I scrolled to the bottom, I discovered an advertisement for angel posters. Curiously, I examined poster after poster until…I’m sure you can guess what happened! I came across THAT poster: Metatron! The very one that had been discussed in the podcast's Bible study!
I quickly wrote my son an email, reminding him of my nightmare about the poster. I included attachments for both the podcast and the Metatron/angle of light poster, and I warned him, begging him to remove that thing from his apartment. Spirit to convict my son of what that poster depicted, that he would see it and throw it into the dumpster.
Two years later, after ignoring the warnings, the invasion came. My son traced the bed bug nest to behind the angel poster. I reminded him of the email I had sent about my nightmare, the podcast about Metetreon's true identity, and the attached advertisement for the very same poster that hosted the bedbugs.
"Oh, I blew you off, everything you said! Are you really telling me that God sent bed bugs to wake me up?" "Yes, I am saying that. He will do whatever it takes to get your attention. You might as well surrender, because you have a praying mother lifting you to the throne room of The Almighty," I replied.
Heavenly Father, please send Your angels to my child to lead, guide and protect them, please lead them to Your loving ways.
He discarded that poster, and eventually all the other dark posters followed suit, ending up in the dumpster. Unfortunately, after his arrest and imprisonment at the county jail, I discovered a deeper, more troubling issue—something that surpassed even the problems of bedbugs and dark angels masquerading as light. It was Dungeons & Dragons, a game that seemed to have turned into a portal, drawing my son’s soul into a dark place from which he could not escape. The evidence of how deeply he was into it was evident in the amount of gaming gear he had acquired.
I remember the day I prayed for my son's rescue from a deep, dark pit. I felt this burden in my very soul. As I had done many times before when I sensed his struggles, I cried out to the Father:
"You who formed my son in my womb and endowed him with gifts and talents, I ask You to send Your angels and the Holy Spirit to save him from the darkness surrounding him, rescue him, Abba; pull him from the pit and put him in a place to seek Your face and Your will for his life.
The rescue came in an extremely unexpected way. The Federal Terrorists SWAT Team. They came with all their regalia…
Spending a year in county jail provided him with the opportunity to study His word, along with many other books I sent him. During this time, he observed how His hand moved in both the earthly courts and the invisible courts of heaven. This experience allowed him to build a foundation of truth that prepared him for the next phase of his journey to the heart of the Father: federal prison.
God placed him exactly where he needed to be—to pause, listen, and learn. It was a sacred reset. His jail cell transformed into a throne room of heaven, a space where the miracle of a changed heart could take place. The jail pod became a Bible study group where seekers found answers that mainstream churches often overlooked. The table where he and other thirsty inmates sat each day became a place to drink the Living Water of the Word and share the manna from heaven. That very table came to be known as Mount Zion.
The foundation remains strong, a Rock and a source of strength as he serves time in a corrupt federal prison. To this day, he walks with the Father, seeking to know his Savior, Yeshua (Jesus), sharing the gospel with anyone willing to come to the table and partake of the abundance of mercy and grace offered by the One who suffered and died, even for them!
Sometimes we wonder why He answers prayers the way He does. Many years ago, I prayed fervently for my oldest son, yet he passed away. That is a story for another day, but I want to share that He revealed to me that my son was seeking Him and sharing the gospel at the time of his unexpected death.
Recently, my youngest son expressed some deep thoughts to me: "Where would I be if I hadn't been arrested and put in this situation? Would I still be involved in the things I was doing? Would I still be stuck in a rut, going nowhere, and not knowing Him?" He realized that what I needed to turn my life around was a place where I could seek His truth and find freedom through Yeshua. It took being arrested and put behind bars!
Your face Adonai I will seek
Hebrews 13:3 Amplified Bible
Remember those who are in prison, as if you were their fellow prisoner, and those who are mistreated, since you also are in the body [and subject to physical suffering].
Acts 16:25 Tree of Life Version
But about midnight, Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them.
God Behind Bars | Christian Prison Ministry Near Me
Disarming Love Ministry helps families visit loved ones in prison
