Hmmm... Cool topic Gerry. I've never told the whole story, although some of you may have read part of it in the March Review.
Maybe now is the time.
I was born and bred SDA. Baptized in the Loma Linda Campus Hill church, by someone many of the older crowd might recognize... Elder J.W. "Bill" Lehman. My uncle was a conference president for many years, East Coast, West Coast, and points in-between. Three of my 5 brothers have been missionaries, one of them is an SDA Minister and a VP for ADRA in the Carribean.
I left the church when I was 18. I dabbled in the occult, learning to read tarot cards, and meeting someone with a name I won't post here. Turns out it was the territorial demon for the Pacific North West. Yeah... I don't mess up often, but when I do, it's generally big. Bypassed wicca and went straight to demonology.
I didn't have a teacher, I dabbled on my own, for about 5 years. I thank True Jesus every day that He and my angel protected me from what I was doing. I had no idea then, and never did really get an inkling of the danger I was in, until this year.
I married, had children, became a millionaire, and had the world by the tail. Who needed God? I certainly didn't. Couldn't stand him. He was cruel, harsh, unreasonable, and I could never measure up to His standards. I had no idea how to pray prayers Abba Father could bless, and I hated the name Jesus. Not that I hated Him mind you... just the name.
In early 2000, we owned a ranch, a lumberyard, a water-well drilling business, and a small continental US Freight hauling business. Had money in the bank... life was good. But my marriage definitely was NOT. By mid-march with the bottom falling out of the technology sector, and dot.coms crashing left and right, we'd lost a little over $800,000 in 3 months. Life was no longer good, and the only tie holding our marriage together broke. My husband packed up and left.
For the first time in 20 years I did the right thing when faced with such a situation. I hit my knees and acknowledged this was beyond me, and if I didn't get a miracle, my life in general was toast, because I couldn't see continuing without my husband. I am not now, nor have I ever been suicidal. Wasn't then either... but well... anyway.
I prayed a prayer I later came to regret, and have now come full circle to being thankful I prayed it.
"Whatever it takes Lord, for our family to be whole and complete before Your Throne."
I was give the book Shattering Your Strongholds by Liberty Savard. I gave it away. 3 times over the course of a year. And my prayers bounced back at me off brass ceilings.
Finally in March of 2001 I was give Shattering Your Strongholds and the Power of a Praying Wife (which I had also given away at least twice that year). This time I read them.
Of course, by this time, we had lost the lumberyard, the water-well drilling business, and the semi and freight hauling business. I thought I could save the ranch, but in April, it became obvious I wasn't going to be able to. So I read those books. And learned how to pray in a way Abba Father could bless.
(This is really really condensed... get the Review from March 24th if you really want to know).
Miracle after Miracle followed us, or led us to Alaska. On the trip up here Abba Father fixed the cracked block in our vehicle, while the mechanic watched and I prayed. Abba Father moved a storm so severe that the Yukon Territory had grounded all flights, and then wondered where the storm went. He provided corn chowder to cheer my husband and keep up our flagging morale through Northern BC, just because we asked for it. He sent angels to push our vehicles an extra 200 miles because I took a wrong turn and there were no gas stations. My husband was amazed at the miracles, and promised to attend church with me when we landed in Alaska.
We arrived in Alaska at the beginning of winter with no friends or family here, no jobs, and $800 in our pocket.
My husband was sent by the Red Cross to help at the WTC disaster site. He ran the Red Cross landfill team for 5 weeks. SO I was by myself here with 3 kids for those 5 weeks... and he wasn't earning any money.
When he came back, Abba Father handed him an extremely well-paying job as a civilian employee of the military, without his ever interviewing for it. And my husband reneged on his promise to attend church...
From 2000 until now, I have been praying for my husband and family in very intense ways. Always recognizing that whatever it took was the only way we were going to be in heaven together. So I prayed "whatever it takes, Lord".
How foolish I was to expect attending church would fix what was wrong in my life and my husband's life. Church is a hospital for well people. It's pretty meaningless to someone who has no clue. Mike tried to go with me... but he had no idea about SDA's and felt out of touch, ignored, and looked down on. Everywhere we went. No one ever talked to him about Jesus... just about all the stuff you have to "do" or else...
It was too close to his hell-fire and brimstone baptist roots to make him ever want to go back.
I kept praying.
In February of last year my husband was airlifted to Anchorage and had heart surgery. Over the next 11 months he was airlifted 3 more times and made 2 additional trips to our local ICU. He was diagnosed with Chronic coronary disease, hypertension, diabetes, chronic pancreatitis, gall bladder disease, emphysema, angina, lytic bone lesions in both legs, kidney lesions, sleep apnea and chronic pain syndrome.
We lost our small business (2/3 of our income), my truck was repossessed, we sold all our furniture, my son's truck, my daughter's snow machine, my son's fishing skiff, and lived on Love, Inc. food boxes trying to survive. All while I attempted to manage my husband's health care.
January 2, 2005 was our 19th wedding anniversary. We spent it in the emergency room where I watched my husband stop breathing. He clawed at his throat like he was trying to get something off. His eyes got big and panicked, and I ran for the doc. We had just arrived you see, and they didn't have him hooked up to all the machines yet. His eyes rolled back in his head, and just as he was about to suffocate, they got a tube down his throat.
No one could find anything wrong with him, other than what they already knew about. And none of it was acting up...except his blood pressure, from fear and pain.
A few days later I took him home, with no satisfactory answers and the docs telling me I needed to get some grief counseling and "prepare myself".
He looked like a corpse when I took him home. His skin was grey, his nail beds were blue, his hair was lank and limp, his skin was loose, and he was so weak walking 10 feet tired him and he needed to rest.
I thanked the doctors for their help and went home and contacted one of my prayer warrior mentors. She is an SRA survivor, and was formally married to Satan at the last feast of the beast 28 years ago. Praise to True Jesus He sets captives free.
We began praying for healing for Mike the week I brought him home. I knew if True Jesus did not heal Mike, he was dead in a few months. We prayed healing upon him... and then we both felt the need for a 48 hour fast specifically for his healing. So we did that. After fasting and praying, on our faces before True Jesus, we met again to pray for Mike. As we were praying, me crying and praying, we both spontaneously burst into prayer to remove the "fausten'ke" from him. A fausten'ke is a demon that has a body like a dragon, a head like a python, and a long tail.
I'd never heard of a fausten'ke, I was praying to have the demon removed from him. My friend explained what we had been battling after True Jesus broke it off him, and poured True Jesus blood into the wounds it left.
I'd never heard of such a thing and was pretty freaked out. This was Waaaaaay outside my experience. It was the first time I asked the question, "Jesus, what just happened? Please explain it to me." Hooo boy did I get my answers.
Edited to Add: I had been praying the Armor of Abba for about two years, every single day. And that night, after He broke off the fausten'ke, He gave me new armor. I can't explain it, but I'd always thought of my Armor as leather, steel, much like a Roman Centurian's armor.
After that night it was Gold. With writing on it. And a long beautiful white streamer from the helmet. It has since changed a couple of other times, and is now bright, bright white. I've never seen it, but I've been told of the changes by SRA's who still have darkside alters...
End Edit In my prayers, I was impressed very clearly, I heard Him say it, that I would know this was of True Jesus by the healing in my husband. Whenever I doubted, until I learned what He would teach me, I was to look at my husband and remember it as His sign to me. Then He told me that this was a generational curse, placed on my husband's bloodline to 1000th generation, in 1569. At that time the Laird of my husband's clan castrated and murdered the Laird of another clan in Scotland. Then he fed the results of the castration to the rival clan leader's wife. True Jesus told me the record would be at the Luss Parrish Church in Scotland.
Imagine my surprise when I contacted the Luss Parrish church by email and they told me this same story, and provided a photo of the plaque mentioning my husband's ancestors.
Within two weeks my husband's blood pressure was declared much better and his BP meds were reduced by 50%. He was able to totally stop his diabetes meds, and is controlling it with diet alone. People he didn't know started stopping him on the street and telling him how much better he looked. The gall-bladder removal surgery in April was a success, and he continues to improve. He is receiving healing emotionally, mentally, physically, and told me last night he thinks he's maturing spiritually as well.
In February he was declared cured of emphysema. In fact, they decided they must have made a mistake, until they pulled his test results again.
He still has a long way to go, but he's not dying and there have been miraculous cures. I am 100% certain the balance of his healing is linked to his continued spiritual growth. Especially since the origin of all this was spiritual to begin with.
I walk with True Jesus and my angels. They support me and help me, care for me, and visit with me. Without them, I would have succumbed to what was attached to Mike.
You see, demons are layered in through sexual contact. Especially demons layered in with blood and sex. Had my husband and I been intimate over those 15 years other than for the purpose of procreation, I would have had no defense.
Now that he is healing, and the fausten'ke is gone for good, Abba Father and True Jesus are even healing *that* part of our relationship
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Blessings and curses are mentioned over 600 times in the Bible. Makes for interesting reading.
My husband keeps Sabbath Holy now, although he still refuses to attend church. Which is fine. We have awesome Sabbaths.
He also claims True Jesus as his personal Savior. We pray together now too... although... where True Jesus takes me tends to freak him out. He's still a baby Christian, so I feed him milk and chew the meat of the Word with my warrior friends.
Clio
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