Some photographs I had taken of the woods where they stayed would transport me to a different place in time. One particular photo transported me to a cave where a soldier's civil war sword leaned against the wall, a canteen sat on a shelf carved out of the clay cave wall and on the floor was what looked like a saddlebag; I was seeing a soldier's temporary living quarters.
These creatures were showing me abilities they possessed. There was this one day I had spent some quality time with my two grandsons out in my front yard. Within the next couple days the creatures showed me how they could literally record things they had witnessed me doing and play it back for me; a replay of my day in the yard with my grandsons. They just kept shocking me. They had gifted me a flat piece of driftwood I found lying in the sand which had been carved with an indian scene on it., just like what they had scratched in the sand before. With all the interactions I had with the sasquatch, I believed them to be good, not something opposite of that. I had no idea the danger I was in.
From that first night, the one at the window had my undivided attention. I had invited things into my life and into my home. I had been taken over by evil and did not even have a clue.
The telepathic conversations took place every single night.
This creature started filling my head with things that would happen in the future; with many lies.
During this time, my husband and I would travel to Nascar races twice a year.
I was told that on our trip home after the next race, we would be involved in a terrible car accident. This creature told me my husband would be killed in this crash but I would survive for one reason...I would be allowed to live because of the sacrifice of their children. I cried uncontrollably. How could it be possible that they would sacrifice their children for me to live longer? I just could not wrap my head around this, but believe it or not, I eventually accepted it as truth.
This creature told me his name was Tyjalitav, an egyptian name, I think. It just kept getting stranger and stranger. Through this whole ordeal, my children became so worried and with good cause. I asked my husband one night when I realized the creature was already at the window, if he could see it. He said no he couldn't see anything. I was the only one, but it was so real! How could he not see it? I was the only one who could see it? This just did not make any sense to me.
Over time I started looking so pale. My eyes looked dark and hollowed out. My family told me about how my looks were changing.
Things just started getting worse and worse for my health, both physical and emotional. I couldn't sleep. I started having some bad outbursts over the least little thing. The more I tried to explain about what I was going through, I felt I was abandoned. I was receiving no support at all from most of my family. I got really really angry.
Then came the day I was sitting in my office at my desk. I had leaned back in my chair and took a look in my compact. I guess I was curious of just how sick I was looking. I looked in the compact and there was a reflection of one of those creatures standing behind me; in my home?
It was then I realized just how in trouble I really was..I shut the compact and picked up this tiny little wooden cross I had been gifted earlier and held it so tightly in my hand. I was riddled with fear.
I picked up my bible and layed across my bed and with my own eyes watched my bible open on its own to the story of how egyptians were worshipping baal and they were known to sacrifice their own children..
God was showing me first hand what truly was going on. Fear overtook me. I knew at this point, God was the only one who could help me. I could do nothing on my own.
During the next short while, I sat home alone on the sofa and heard the most gentle beautiful voice in my ear telling me I was going to receive a very special gift. Soon after hearing this, my body went limp and I fell back on the sofa thrashing about as though I was being beaten...this went on probably 5 to 10 minutes. I was all alone. When I sat up, I was wringing wet with sweat. I come up off that couch a different person. I realized right then that I had literally been possessed by a demon.
I had never met God halfway at all. I was so humbled.
God had come all the way to me; he met me where I was to save me. He loved me. I was so overwhelmed with gratitude.
God had been with me through all of this. How else would I have been able to come out of this and still be sane?
We had the house blessed after that to rid it of all demonic energy. I also burned anything to do with all the creatures including my computer and printer. I turned my back on all the evil and soon realized I would have to fight some very difficult spiritual battles in my life. I still to this day have good days and bad days because of what I went through.
I have a deep understanding of what can happen to a person when unsaved. You do not have to be a bad person for this sort of thing to happen to you. The mental institutions are full of people who are possessed. THAT is their illness.
THAT is what happens with good individuals who have been targeted by satan. THEY are the ones being used to do his evil in this world...the terrible work of the evil one. Simply because, if not saved and filled with God's light, their bodies can be entered by evil entities. It's that simple.
Contrary to what alot of people believe, satan and his demons are real. God's angels, love and light are... VERY VERY REAL.
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