Man, picture this: Saul's empire's crumbling, Philistines are stacking up at Shunem, God's gone radio silent – no dreams, no Urim lots, no prophets – so in panic mode, he flips his own script, hunts down a banned medium at Endor for a shady night séance to summon dead Samuel, and boom, she freaks 'cause it's the real prophet, not some demon hack, dropping divine mic-drop on Saul's doom: kingdom ripped to David, tomorrow you and your boys are toast with me in the grave. Pastor Andy nails why this ain't Halloween fun – Bible's crystal on occult bans 'cause it cracks doors to kill-steal-destroy demons, leaving you emptier than before, like Saul staggering out worse off, no hope, just scolding repeat. But flip it: We're in an enchanted world buzzing with spirits (test 'em by Jesus confession!), not Weber's disenchanted West numbed to tarot traps; honor vets standing against real evil, gear up Ephesians armor, drop Jesus' name like authority – 'cause He's the First and Last with death's keys, turning Saul's anti-Abraham flop (death meal with a witch) to David's ephod inquiry win, proving life's worth living here where worship shakes heavenly realms. Ditch the En-Dor road's crazy cost – surrender to Christ today, confess-believe, invite the Helper in for abundant life that conquers every antichrist vibe.