Excerpt from: A Work of Righteousness 2005:
Sometime in February I began seeing a figure in my house that would appear slightly to my left in the distance that looked like a tall, thick black rope weaving among the clouds. I saw this figure two or three times and did not understand what it was. At this time I was continually being bombarded by a voice that said Lisa was not my wife and that I should not give her any money.
I was giving money to Lisa by putting a check in an envelope, putting a stamp on it and placing it in her mailbox on Walters Road and she would cash them. One day I knew it was right in the spirit to give her a check, but I didn’t have a stamp or an envelope. I had an appointment at the barbershop in McKinney and while I was there I asked my barber if the post office still sold stamped envelopes. He said he didn’t know but had one in his possession. A few weeks ago a lady had walked in and wanted to know if she could trade that envelope with a stamp on it for another envelope and stamp. My barber said, “You can have it. I don’t even know why she wanted to trade.” I looked at the stamp; it was a woman holding a child. I put a check in the envelope and put it in Lisa’s mailbox. After that the Lord said, “Don’t give her any more money.”
February or early March as I was in my house, God took me out into the realm of the spirit. I found myself face to face with a red spirit that appeared to be shaped like a serpent standing on it’s tail. It was four to six inches in diameter and more than six or seven feet tall. It was weaving back and forth. I stood with my face inches from him. I looked up and saw the head towering above my head, looking down at me. I followed his form down with my eyes and its tail was just between the toes of my shoes. I looked up and down at him two, three, or four times. He knew who I was. This was the spirit that had been speaking to me. I got the impression that he thought his presence would intimidate me. I spoke directly to him, “I don’t know if you are Jesus Christ. I don’t know if you are an angel from heaven. I don’t know if you are the devil himself. But Lisa is my wife and I don’t have to ask you if I can give her any money.” Immediately that thing left me and dove off and downward as if we were on a cloud. I never saw that spirit again.