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Armed and Dangerous: Be Prepared for Battle
Armed and Dangerous: Be Prepared for Battle
Armed and Dangerous: Be Prepared for Battle
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Armed and Dangerous: Be Prepared for Battle

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Are you dealing with years of oppressive demonic influences, strongholds, and unintended access that the enemy may have gained? If you answered yes to this question, this book discusses eight key powerful rights that anyone who is under spiritual attack can use to gain freedom from those oppressive demonic influences, strongholds, and to revoke access to the enemy and learn just how to remain free from the oppression that the enemy uses to keep people bound and in a place of constant turmoil.

This book offers the revelation that God gave the author to help herself, as well as others, by showing her how to read the enemy his rights. He is a thief who comes but to steal, kill, and destroy, and once the enemy has been arrested and Mirandized, he must be told where to go and remain there. After reading this book, you will come away, feeling empowered, free, and equipped with knowledge and skills that will make you armed and dangerous.

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Release dateAug 4, 2021
ISBN9781098003234
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    Armed and Dangerous - Prophetess Andrea Dudley

    Chapter 1

    I have never been arrested where I needed to have the Miranda rights read to me. On the other hand, I have been near having the Miranda rights given to me. I was not saved at the time and continued living wildly and without accepting the Savior. I knew about the Lord Jesus Christ, but I didn’t follow him. He was told to me, and I was raised going to church but not being really made to attend church regularly.

    What people didn’t know about me was that I was raised Catholic most of my childhood, and it wasn’t until I was in my late teens before I was able to decide where I wanted to attend church. The Catholic Church was not for me. I knew this really early. I found that being brought up Catholic was very different for me because when I share with others that Catholicism was my beginning when it came to having Christian foundations, people almost chuckle when I say to them, I was Catholic for approximately sixteen years of my life.

    My maternal grandmother—God rest her soul—was a devout Catholic who made sure that her two daughters, my mother and her sister, were raised as such also and that they would do the same for their children. At some point, my cousins and I were all sitting in the Catholic church each Sunday for one hour, and then, we would go back home, watch other family members live the way that they wanted to live. Compared to what I know now, there was no standard of holiness at all. My cousins and I weren’t told anything about hell or living wildly in our youth that we could actually go to hell. We only heard about holiness and hell once we were each old enough to attend church outside of the Catholic Church.

    A lot of people aren’t familiar with the Catholic Church and their teachings. You see, I even went to Catholic school in my early years and had gone through my first communion where I got to wear all white and got to do communion at approximately twelve years old. I never remember hearing that you could become sick, take damnation to yourself, and die as the scripture says fall asleep (1 Cor. 11:29–30) when you take the Lord’s supper unworthily. I was certainly taking the Lord’s supper unworthily, and I had no real understanding of its power or significance, but there I was, accepting my very first communion. I was potentially eating and drinking, being guilty of the body and blood of the Lord.

    My cousins and I were not taught about the power that we had in Jesus. We weren’t taught about sin in the fashion in which I began to understand sin once I was allowed to attend a Pentecostal church, a Church of God in Christ Church (COGIC) to be exact. I was sixteen or seventeen years old when I visited a COGIC church with one of my cousins because she was living with her grandmother who went to one of our local COGIC churches. That was the first time I had ever seen anyone speak in tongues or dance in the spirit, run, or shout. They were scary to me, and I was also laughing at the saints—yes, I rolled. I thought it was so funny watching them what I called act drunk or make a fool of themselves. Little did I know this was a set-up! God had been after me and up to something ever since then.

    I also found that at that time, I had a lot of peers that went to that church because it was a pretty young church at the time. The balcony and the floor were always packed every Sunday. They sang music that I enjoyed hearing. It had a good beat to it, and the singers were awesome! I even had a bit of a talent to sing and thought that if I could get over them shouting, talking gibberish, and acting crazy, running all around the church and dancing like they were drunk, maybe I could get in the youth choir and show my skills. Vain, huh? I know I was a mess! I would attend ever so often, then I decided to make this church my church home but not without still struggling with what happens at home and in my environment and in the streets that would keep me outside of salvation.

    I was pregnant at fifteen and had my daughter at sixteen years old and still had a

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