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VICTORY OVER OPPRESSION

By Dave Ruffino

My UFO connections go way back. I grew up in the 1960's and 1970's
when the UFO craze was coming into full bloom. Back in the 50's there
was a small UFO culture but for the most part people back then kept
their beliefs to themselves out of fear of ridicule. The 60's saw saw
a great change in out culture and things that were considered fringe
before then started to come out into the open for examination and/or
ridicule.

My dad always fancied a good science fiction movie. When Star Trek
first came to television he was elated and we watched it like it was
some sort of prophecy that would some day come true. Dad brought home
almost every UFO magazine that he could find at the newsstand. Like
most boys, I wanted to be like good old dad, so I too got into
reading
the magazines and books that he bought home. While other dads were
taking their boys to Little League Baseball or Yankees games, we
would
be out building a radio, checking things out in a microscope, using
the chemistry set or we'd be out in the yard looking at the stars
through the telescope. Yes, dad was a real hit in the neighborhood.
Kids from all over the block would come to look at the moon, or
Jupiter or anything else interesting that dad could find in the
scope.
But Star Trek and the UFO magazines were the biggest highlight. Even
today when my cousin and I get together, he'll bring up how dad used
to almost force us to watch Star Trek. Making any sort of noise or
causing any sort of distraction got one a look from dad that would
stay with one for quite a while. Now I don't fault my dad for
anything. He just liked to check out stuff that others didn't think
twice about. While other fathers worried about treating jock itch or
athletes foot, my dad worried about getting official permission from
local authorities to launch the model rockets that we built. Yes, my
dad was quite unique and I'm very thankful that I was born into his
family.

In 1968 my parents came to the conclusion that they didn't want me
and
my sister growing up in the city. Of course it wasn't technically the
big city, but East Rutherford was close enough to New York City for
the problems of the city to move into our town, and it did with a
vengeance. So, they bought a house in Toms River, New Jersey and we
moved in July of that year. Dad liked to go out for drives all the
time and I was his co-pilot. We drove west a few miles from the house
and found ourselves at Lakehurst, Naval Air Station. Little did I
know
that that place would fit into a scenario that would play out later
that year.

At that time in our lives my sister and I really fought. Also at that
time one of the bedrooms down in the basement attracted my attention
and I got permission to make it my bedroom. It was mostly below
ground
but there was a window that allowed me to see outside and it faced to
the east. I liked the freedom because being there allowed me to stay
up late and if I was quiet I wouldn't get discovered. One night I
stayed up reading something (I can't recall what it was) and when
tiredness finally started to overtake me I turned off the light and
laid down in bed. As my head hit the pillow I remember thinking to
myself that the room was pretty brightly lit. I dismissed it as being
a full moon though and laid back down.  But my curiosity piqued and I
had to get up and check out the moon because I always liked looking
at
a full well lit moon. So, I looked out the window and saw a bright
round object just above the house across the street. I thought it was
the moon until I looked to the right and saw the full moon in that
direction. Well, Earth only had one moon even then so I stared at the
object and realized that it was a UFO.

Seeing the object first brought pleasant thoughts to my head, but as
I
stared on a great fear came over me. So, I headed to were everyone
feels safe; in bed under the blankets. The fear started to intensify
and soon I found that I couldn't move. Then I got the idea to scream
for my parents, but no voice would come out of my mouth. I was scared
so bad and there was nothing I could do. I didn't know Jesus back
then
so I didn't even think of calling out His name. All of a sudden I
heard a dull roar that got louder by the second and when the roar was
just over my house I realized what it was. It was the sound of at
least two jet fighters from Lakehurst. As soon as the planes had
passed the fear went from me and I felt normal again. After mustering
up enough courage to look out the window again and realizing that the
light was gone I was finally able to get to sleep. My dad was really
amazed when I told him the story the next morning. My mother looked
at
me like I was recounting a vivid dream. My event was further
confirmed
by a neighbor who told my dad that the same morning his car was
"buzzed" by a UFO and that it chased him for about a mile.

In the years that followed any religious training that I had gotten
at
any of the churches my mother dragged me to really fell away from me.
I started to drink as a young teenager and as is what happens in most
cases, the drinking led to drug abuse when I was in my later teen
years. My parents had divorced and I had a big void in my life that I
couldn't seem to fill. In school they were teaching me that my
ancestors were knuckle draggers and that if I traced my line back far
enough, I would find out that I was related to some single celled
animal that appeared after a lightning strike in some pond billions
of
years ago. Why should I act like a model citizen when there was no
meaning to life and that everyone was out to put it to me throughout
life. I became like the system...corrupt.

Well, I won't go into much more about life because that can all be
read in my biography that is also located on this site. Life went on
and I decided that I was a real scumbag and needed to get saved or I
would probably, sooner rather than later, end up dead and in hell
without any chance of any sort of redemption. I came to faith in
Jesus
Christ in 1979 and my life changed for the better. During my walk in
this new life I learned a lot about the spiritual forces at work
behind the scene. It took me a while to discover that what I had felt
in my childhood in that basement bedroom was really a battle for my
soul.

In the time that followed my conversion some things happened that
reminded me of the fear that I felt that night so long ago. One night
I got together with a group of Christians. We were listening to a
tape
that was recorded by a fellow who was making claims that Rock and
Roll
artists used what is called "backmasking," on their recordings.
Basically, this involved recording words or phrases backward on
record
albums so that when the disks were played backward, a message could
be
heard. To be honest, I could hear some of the tracks, but not others.
We finished listening to the tape and I excused  myself from the
group
so that I could use the bathroom. While I was walking up the stairs I
came against a presence that although unseen, was strong enough to
keep me from proceeding up the stairs. Along with the force came the
fear that I had felt years ago. I played it cool though and calmly
walked back to the group and told them what had just happened. The
leader knew immediately what to do. He formed us in a group and we
started to pray and sing hymns as we walked up the stairs. As we
moved
the spirit was forced to move out of our way. We prayed it into a
room
that had an open window and we could feel the presence depart out of
the window. It was both the strangest and most blessed thing that had
happened to me so far in my walk with Jesus.

The story continued with the tape. I got a copy from my friend so
that
I could play it for other people. We both agreed that whatever group
of people we played it for would have to pray protection over the
group before the tape was started. One night I brought it to a
single's meeting that we held at the house of a dear sister named
Irene. I announced the tape and told the group that we better pray
before we play it. Now that I think about it, I was sort of amused at
the group when they all dismissed the idea of prayer as being a
little
too precautionary. I sat back and played the tape, knowing that there
would be a consequence for not praying. We got most of the way
through
the tape when it was decided to turn it off because of the late hour.
We were wrapping up the meeting and Irene decided that she was going
to turn in early and she excused herself. About five minutes later
Irene came running down the stairs blabbering about something being
in
her room. I laughed and reminded the group that I wanted to pray
before the session. So, I formed the group into a prayer wall and we
walked up the stairs forcing the presence from Irene's house. That
was
time three of freaky events.

Now I know that the last two events weren't exactly the mimic of an
abduction experience, but I included them to show that some of the
feelings, such as fear and a very heavy presence, which are
indicative
of the beginnings of an abduction experience were present. If two
cars
look different but both have a Ford emblem on them, they are both
Ford's, aren't they?

Over the years there have been times where I'll be lying in bed and
all of a sudden I'll get a paralysis that comes over me. It is
accompanied by the all to noticeable fear. It's a fear that really
can't be described without the event. I've often wondered if it is
like the fear that maybe a murder victim feels when they realize that
they are going to die. Something of that sort perhaps. Now I've
talked
with Christians who have seen presences in their rooms when this sort
of thing has happened. I have not seen anything, but the feeling of
oppression is enough to let me know that the room has more than
myself
in it.

When these things happen I've always been able to thwart them by
crying out the name of Jesus. I've been a Christian for several years
now and have been evaluating these happenings. I've never had one of
these experiences while I was being a lazy Christian. But, when the
Lord is doing something in my life or when I am walking strongly with
the Lord the enemy tries to intimidate me. But I have to honestly say
that each time this type of attack comes my way it is lesser in
effect. Perhaps there is some intelligence behind the perpetrator and
he/they know that this sort of thing only draws me closer to my Lord.
As a matter of fact, the last time I had such an occurrence was when
I
was preparing to start The Delusion Resistance ministry. It was
really
uncanny how it happened. The great thing that I have to report is
that
I felt it coming ahead of time and starting singing hymns and
praising
the Lord. After that and a few prayers for protection over me the
attacks ceased. Again I had proof of the power of the Name of Jesus.
The attacks only prove to me that I'm in the right camp because Satan
isn't in the business of attacking or disrupting his own.

So basically that is my testimony with regard to these things. I
believe with the shadow of a doubt that those who purport to be
"extraterrestrial" are actually the same old lie wrapped with
different paper. I have no doubt that by using the, "we're aliens,"
lie they will deceive many people. And I pray that anyone who reads
this and is being harassed by demons, grays, reptilians, Nordics or
any other name that they might call themselves; that you will come to
find Jesus, not just to stop the attacks or visitations, but to know
that:

Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name
under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved. Acts 4:12

God Bless,

Dave Ruffino

 HEATHER'S TESTIMONY

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I thought it my duty to give my account of how Jesus came to my
rescue. The first time I was 16 years old and had been picked up by a
trucker while hitchhiking. To make a long story short, it was late
and
dark in Southern California and this man tried to kill me. He pulled
me into the back bunk from behind and started to strangle me. I tried
to fight him but he was much stronger so I'd say "ok, ok whatever you
want" and as soon as he relaxed I would start fighting again. After
several rounds of this he began to strangle me again and overtake me.
I then realized that I was going to die this way and I thought I am
way to young to die. I then remembered that I learned in church there
is power in Jesus name so immediately, and with total belief I yelled
out "in Jesus name!" I felt a power surge well within me as I said
the
words and immediately an unseen force pulled this man off of me and
held him back with his arms in the air. I sat up and looked at him
momentarily, then jumped down from the cab of the truck, tried to
open
the door (it was locked), struggled to find the lock, unlocked the
door and jumped down out of the semi-truck. I ran to a gas station
and
they called the police. That was the first time I experienced an
absolute miracle that can not be explained away to any other
explanation.

The second time was years later, I guess I was about 33 at the time.
I
awoke in the middle of the night. I immediately was fearful and
sensed
two dark beings at the end of my bed. The room had the most putrid
odor I had ever smelled, I can only describe it as the smell of pure
evil. I tried to scream for my husband but my mouth would not move
and
I was paralyzed. I then heard (telepathically) one being say to the
other "What do you want to do to her?" Since I heard them I figured
they could hear me so I thought to them "You have no right to be
here,
I am a child of Jesus." Immediately they were gone and I fell back to
sleep. Several weeks later I again woke paralyzed and there was one
being in my room (this one I sensed was younger and was just watching
me) anyhow, I just said in my mind "Jesus make it go away" several
times and it was gone.

During that time of those visitations I had many other odd things
happen, waking to buzzing noises, bed shaking, I even saw a UFO
outside my window and my daughter saw it at the same time. She saw
some dark figures in her room, before going to sleep one night. After
these incidents had happened I was cleaning her closet one day and
found a Ouija board in her closet that her friend had brought over
and
left. I ripped it up and threw it away. I wonder if that was the
reason for all of the happenings, as I had never had ANYTHING strange
happen before that time period, and have not since.

Glory to the power of Jesus! You have my permission to post this.
Heather

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