It sources out in the higher centers , as a roaring wave rising above the cloud , emerging out of a violent ocean. But seeps within as drizzles of water and drowns you into the eye of the storm. Every phobia is irrational, but fear does have its own reasons to creep in.It lurks and looks out for a soul to dwell, to haunt , to possess and thereby kill."For thou has not given me the spirit of fear, but of love, power and a sound mind", is a familiar quote from the bible which states fear as a spirit.The spirit that literally deters you from clarity of mind and weakens your inner man. Every soul born is prone to fear,the ultimate of the biblical heroes have professed its possession in more subtle ways. The psalmist says, as i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil,this popular line portrays the fear, in the mind of the most valiant king of Israel, who witnessed the giants in reality.The scriptures in its proverbial books calls the fearless naive' to the surroundings.
Thus the torment of scare hit me hard after a sinful incident. I was ravished explicitly and victimized by the Spirit of fear.It is a fatal tool the enemy uses to revolt against your self. Your brains hints its illusion, but still your mind believes the unreal.Your psycho somaticly driven by fear to respond negatively to normal biological physiology. Health deterioriates, face reflects trembling as facial cues,happy hues vanish, seeking desperately ways to dissipiate the inner foe, it is a virtual struggle. I fought hard to overcome, i cried deep within for help in vain. I cared not to eat, weaned to adorn,literal untold sadness overflowed every moment, as my mind drifted and sought even a bit of happiness. Solitude and fear sans revealing my instinct to others, went i for a year and a half.Denied i to disclose to any as sin was the mother of panic,I suffered.
Then, dread nailed me down to manic incidents without solutions.In fright , in sin, in pain, left with chills, I beckoned over to my only panacea.Nobody else than my Saviour, who paid it all on the cross, debts for both my sin and fear, my fall and tear. He washed me again with his spotless blood, turned me guiltless as new. The spirit of fear knew me no more as its victim, but as a knight who can rip off... its roots. He brought my mind to yeild to my brain and His word strengthened my wounded inner man. Finally , the trapped me found freedom from fears' killer game. Now Iam free and have learnt the essence when King David says," In the day i fear, I will trust HIM"
