Conrad Rocks | Spiritual Warfare, Supernatural Faith & Kingdom Living

I recently had a dream that I believe was definitely demonic. It was one of those dreams that carried more weight than a normal dream. It did not feel random. It felt like a warning. In the dream, I was actually asleep inside the dream. Then I woke up and saw someone there. It was not someone I knew personally, but I recognized the demonic entity behind them. The person was not the real issue. The spirit behind them was. And what stood out to me was this: they were not going to do anything to me while I was asleep. That may sound strange at first, but in the dream I understood that this represented a lower-level demonic spirit. It was watching. It was near. It had access to the area. But it was not taking full action yet. Then I heard them call on a higher-level demon to come and “do something about it.” That shook me. When I woke up, I began thinking about what the Lord may have been showing me. I do not claim to know everything about spiritual warfare. I am not Paul the Apostle....

The wind is whipping off the lake in Mississippi, and even though it is September (when I originally podcasted this in 2015), there is a distinct chill in the air that tells me autumn is clawing its way into the deep South. I am standing here, completely alone, in a little sanctuary I found where the only other living souls are the fish occasionally breaking the surface of the water with a silver flash. I love places like this. If there were people here, I probably wouldn’t be. I am here to storm heaven. I am here because I have been far too busy lately with "Martha stuff"—those endless personal tasks and logistical hurdles that demand our attention and try to choke out our spiritual life. Have you ever felt like you were running on empty? You are doing all the "Christian things," you are checking the boxes, but the anointing feels distant, and your prayers feel like they are bouncing off a brass ceiling. This is the pain of living in the soul and the flesh rather ...

I remember a time, back in the early 2000s, when the supernatural was as real to me as ever. was walking in the prophetic, seeing words of knowledge manifest like I was watching television in the spirit. It was undeniable, exciting, and—honestly—a little overwhelming. But then, the silence came. Have you ever been there? One day you’re amazingly walking in the prophetic, and the next, it feels like you’re shouting into a void. It’s like the story of Abraham; God speaks to him, and then there’s a thirteen-year gap where the heavens seem closed.  During one of those dry spells, I found myself sitting at my desk, staring at my Bible, and asking, "Lord, what changed?" I realized I had started treating prayer like a mechanical habit. I’d enter the gates with a "Lord, I thank you for relationship," but it was a knee-jerk reaction, not a heart-felt connection. I had to stop and ask myself: Is this how I talk to my wife? Is this how I would talk to my parents?   The Lord is...

I was praying for people last week. Not in some big, organized prayer line at a conference - just throughout the day, one person here, another there. You know how it goes. You run into someone at the store, they share something heavy, and suddenly you've got your hand on their shoulder in the parking lot asking the Lord to move. But something kept happening that day. Over and over, the Lord kept showing me the same thing about each person I prayed for: they were not reaching their full potential in Jesus Christ. There was this one lady in particular. I'm standing there praying for her, and the sense of potential energy coming off of her was almost overwhelming. I could feel it. She had so much stored up inside - gifts, callings, words God had spoken over her life - and none of it was being released. Think about that for a second. In physics, there's potential energy, which is energy that hasn't been spent yet. Then there's kinetic energy, where you're actually u...