According to Pastor Pam’s’ blog article, Demons Tie Souls Together in a Not so Tender Trap, a demonic or ungodly soul tie is like an invisible rope between two or more persons that fallen angels and demons can use to their advantage to cross or travel from one person to another. Some of the most common forms are between men and women who are having sex with each other.
From Pastor Pam’s article:
Holy, divine soul ties between married couples draw husbands and wives together like magnets, while soul ties between fornicators can draw a beaten and abused woman to the man who in the natural realm she would hate and run from, but instead she runs to him even though he doesn’t love her, and treats her like dirt.In the demonic world, unholy soul ties can serve as bridges between two people to pass demonic garbage through. Other soul ties can do things such as allow one person to manipulate and control another person, and the other person is unaware of what is going on or knows what is going on, but for no real reason, allows it to continue.
I can definitely relate to this, and I’m sure the majority of people have experienced this in one way or another. I was madly in love with one man for years. We were on and off for 10 years. He was a musician and could write these songs that would just grip your soul. He wasn’t much to look at, but he had local fans who were obsessed with him because of his music. I would listen to his CD’s for hours and hours and was obsessed with him. But he treated me like dirt – always had other women, would disappear and then reappear, etc. I hardly ever got to see him, because he was always “busy” (probably with other women), but he was always on my mind.
Whenever I’d get to actually see him, I’d get there and suddenly be kind of turned off. I’d find myself not being as physically attracted to him as I had imagined, and he was kind of obnoxious. It wouldn’t feel like how I’d pictured it the entire couple weeks I’d been dreaming about seeing him. But I’d disregard those feelings, because I had already made up my mind. Sometimes I’d hear bad things about him that, had it been anyone else, would have sent me running. For instance, he had worked at a coffee shop at one point. He left that job, and I later found out from one of his ex-coworkers that he’d been fired for stealing $2000. But it didn’t match up with the picture I had of him in my mind, so I would just push those types of things out of my mind.
He had me putting up with things and doing things I said I would never do. It was OK for him to sleep with other girls as long as it was understood who was his lady and who the side-pieces were. He wanted to do threesomes, and it wasn’t something I wanted to do, but to keep him happy, I agreed to it (we never got around to it). He let my parents’ house get foreclosed on because of one late payment that wouldn’t have been late if not for them having to pay for my $200 medicine, while meanwhile he was in Vegas throwing $10,000 in the air at a strip club. I had held him down plenty of times when he was broke. This was the type of situation you cannot tell your girlfriends about, unless you want to get laughed at or cussed out. “Like, seriously, he will spend $10,000 on strippers and let you drown, yet you really think he is your boyfriend?”
So, to sum it up, he treated me bad and I really wasn’t even that attracted to him, but something kept me coming back for more. This is the type of thing a demonic soul tie can do – have you doing things that make no sense.
The thing is, the enemy sets you up to get in these situations. At the time, you are all turned on, and everything looks good to you. The mood might be right, and the man himself may look good to you, but if you could see the vile entities standing by just waiting for you to give it up, because they just need a way in, that state of arousal would be gone quick. You’d probably be so disgusted you would throw up.
There have been a few times even since I’ve been born again that my flesh has been tempted – either to go see one of my old male friends or to look at some porn and take care of myself. But all I have to do is remind myself what is really going on, and that kills that right then and there. I picture a scene not unlike the picture above, because that is truly what is going on.
Can anyone relate?
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