A few days before the 17th of May, the Lord showed me the number 17. It bore witness with my spirit that it meant the 17th of May.
This is what happened on the 17th of May:
I was walking east out of Missoula, Montana on I-90 when this truck driver picked me up. His name was Rusla and he was originally from Belarus (near Russia and the Ukraine). He was a Christian who lived in Mount Vernon, Washington. During that trip, the Presence of God became very powerful. Rusla dropped me off in Belgrade where I camped out that night.
The next day (May 18th) I hitchhiked to Jackson, Wyoming where I camped out for one night. The next day (May 19th) I hitchhiked to West Yellowstone, Montana and camped out in the woods just north of town. That night I was attacked probably by several demons in my sleep. Before I went to sleep, there was this sense of foreboding or sense of dread. Later this evil presence came upon me and I became paralyzed and then the demons attacked me. It may have lasted fifteen minutes to half an hour.
Why did the demons attack me that night? Probably because the Presence of God was so strong on the 17th of May. I believe some demonic bondage was broken inside me on the 17th and that is why Satan was so furious.
I hitchhiked out of West Yellowstone the next morning (May 20th). A Christian friend picked me up outside of Belgrade and let me stay at his place in Three Forks for one night. I was using his laptop that evening and noticed that the number of page views on my High Plains Drifter blog (Google) was down drastically. The previous several months, I averaged between 250 and 400 page views per day on my High Plains Drifter blog. After May 20th, my average page views has been around 40 to 70 per day.
Something serious happened in the heavenly realm in the past several days for Satan to attack me like that. Praise the Lord! That’s good news. If Satan attacks you, that means you are destroying some aspect of his kingdom.
The next day (May 21st) I hitchhiked from Three Forks to Helena, Montana. Outside of Helena, this truck driver picked me up. He was originally from Russia; his name was Alex and he was from Mount Vernon, Washington. He later told me that he knew Rusla, the other truck driver, very well. We had a good laugh. It’s a small world. To me, this was confirmation that something definitely happened on the 17th of May: two truck drivers picked me up from Mount Vernon, Washington; they knew each other; they were both Christians (went to different churches); they both spoke Russian and English; Rusla picked me up just outside of Missoula, Alex dropped me off in Missoula. In the mouth of two or three witnesses, let every word be established.
Alex dropped me off on the east side of Missoula. I hitchhiked to Lolo and camped out there that night. Before I went to sleep, I went through a fascinating deliverance from a demon. It was like the demon was in a death throe when it manifested (it felt like I was dying); finally the demon came out. It lasted for about an hour. Praise the Lord! I am still being delivered from demons; curses are being broken.
When I think back on the power of the Presence of God in Rusla’s tractor cab on the 17th of May, I think of these scriptures:
Isaiah 10: 27: “And it shall come to pass in that day, that his burden shall be taken away from off thy shoulder, and his yoke from off thy neck, and the yoke shall be destroyed because of the anointing.”
I Corinthians 4: 20: “For the kingdom of God is not in word, but in power.”
Matthew 17: 21: “Howbeit this kind goeth not out but by prayer and fasting.”
Revelation 2: 24: “But unto you I say, and unto the rest in Thyatira, as many as have not this doctrine, and which have not known the depths of Satan, as they speak; I will put upon you none other burden.”