An example of moving in the Spirit...
I met a woman a while back, spiritually very strong and sensitive, even more than she knows. I knew from what she is involved with (heavily into Kabala) that the ‘darkies’ (I don’t like the word demon because there’s so much misinformation and thought about them) were present around her, and the first time I went to visit her they kept their distance while we chatted. But the moment I stepped out her door two of them escorted me down the hall, down the stairs, into the street to my car and watched me drive away. Plain as day, they don't even try to hide from me anymore because they know God's made me wise to them, especially in a situation like this.
When I pray for her, I often get this visual impression where it's night time, and I'm elevated like up in a tree to where I can see across the rooftops. Off a mile or so is her apartment building, and you know how buildings usually give off some ambient light, well the light from her building is much brighter. Bright enough that it shines up upon the bottom of what at first looks to be some very dark tumultuous clouds. But looking closer, I can see it is instead a thick black swirling cloud of dark spirits. They're just like a ginormous nasty swarm of mosquitoes, looking for way in to draw blood, being held back solely by the light.
So one night I'm praying for her, and it’s concerted prayer; the swarm is thick and heavy and really agitated - pressing in to the point where they were smothering out the light. I got a sense of real urgency, that something really bad was happening. So I got in there in the Name of Jesus and did what I could to bind and silence and swat at a few of them. But I was just one man against a swarm, definitely outnumbered. So I commanded angels to get in there to fight and occupy the enemy; and I saw angels start charging into the darkness. And then I command more to move in and get her out and to a place of safety. And I see more of them rush off into the scene. And so that is how I fight, claiming the Authority of Christ to bind and silence them, and commanding the angelic host to go and do battle and occupy the darkies while others get in and get her out. And I'm watching this happen in my vision; I don't ever see her, but I see the forces rushing off to do battle against the swarm.
So the next day I'm talking to her and before I can say anything she starts telling me about how she has always had trouble dealing with certain critical issues. They had been recently piling up and squeezing her to the point where she was starting to come apart and panic attack over how she was going to deal with them. She confessed that she’d dealt with issues like that before by cutting herself (including her wrists) and that night she was ready to do it again. Then she said, 'it was so weird, because all of a sudden this voice started telling me to get out, get out, leave, and something grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out of the apartment and down to my car.' She ended up finding a bench at the beach where some people and things she encountered helped her find peace.