Cal Poly’s Stronghold

Our family just got back from our yearly week long vacation. This year, we went camping in a place called San Luis Obispo, located along the central California coast. We chose this place, because some of my kids were thinking of going to the California Polytechnic University, in their College of Engineering department.

I am ever so thankful to the Lord that we went! There is an enormous demonic principality territorial stronghold that is controlling this university and this city! It is by far the worst demonic principality stronghold that we have EVER come across. It even easily surpasses the large one at Lake Tahoe, and even the one in Nevada! It was so strong, that we were unable to see the spiritual light of any other believers that were there.

Our family spent a day there on campus, speaking with students, school counselors, and even with one of the engineering professors. All the students spoke of, was how many fun things there was to do there, in between classes, on the weekends, and in the evening. We were enthusiastically told that anything your heart desired, was close by to enjoy. Surfing, rock climbing, rugby, fencing, shots and drinking games at frat parties, improvisation shows and musical concerts, pottery, poetry clubs, an on-campus gym with all the newest muscle machines and free yoga lessons, horseback riding, hot air ballooning, parasailing, hang gliding, zip line parties, …you name it, it was either on campus, or very close by. However, when I asked the tour guide about any religious support groups on campus or near by, I was met with a blank bewildered stare that said ‘now why would any one want to do that?’ When he finally spoke, he said, “well, if you want to get RELIGIOUS…I don’t know. I heard a rumor once of a bible study that was going on somewhere off campus, but that was many semesters ago, and I’d have no way of knowing how to get in contact with that leader to see if it’s still being offered or not. So sorry, but I can’t help you there.” (Mind you, I did not even request Christian support groups, I simply asked for ANY religion support groups, after hearing him mention getting his ‘zen’ on.)

When I wondered to myself, at all the various things to do there, and why they were being promoted so much, I heard a whisper in my mind say “what else would interest you, while you work your way to hell?” (!)

When we asked students about what they were learning in their class rooms, all we got was the school’s mantra, “we learn by doing.” But they didn’t seem to excited about what they were actually learning. I had hoped to hear that they liked learning how to put code into a computer, or how they discovered how a particular machine part was made. Instead, they would change the topic and speak of their 60,000.00 a year internships that they could get after their first year there, or how they could go abroad and travel to far away exotic destinations, and still continue getting their Cal Poly college credits.

When we privately toured the engineering labs and spoke to a professor, we found the professor to be very proud of his little cubicle office and his position there within the faculty. He seemed quite puffed up with himself, and could not understand why someone might not want to go to the school. Yet when we explored the engineering labs, my kids said that they felt like tightly controlled prison cells.

The admission counselors boasted proudly, that some of their students had even turned down Yale to go to Cal Poly. Yet they mostly catered to those students still in high school, and not to those transfer students coming in from another college. (And most definitely not to home schooled students!) The counselor asked us if we had any other questions, so we asked her if there were any on-campus housing for married couples, or families. Again I got that empty blank stare that said ‘now why would you want to do that?’, and she then told me that there was no on campus dorms for married couples.

There was however, a huge section of a building just devoted to the gay, lesbian, transgender, cross-dresser student’s needs.

Most of the conversations we overheard while walking through the campus, even those who were in their study groups supposedly doing school work, were about how they hooked up with this guy, or how drunk one got at so-and-so’s party, or how many chicks some guy did at that other party back in the dorms. Not much was said at all, about their school work.

Most of the students there were beautiful and looked like they walked out of a GQ or Glamour magazine. They reminded me of a bunch of ken and Barbie doll look-a-likes. Since none of my kids dress like Barbie dolls, we stuck out like sore thumbs.

Everything was about making connections and networking. The more people you knew, the better you were told you would be. Everyone worked in groups; individuality was squelched, and group consensus and group-think clearly ruled over the students.

At the end of the day, we couldn’t wait to get off that campus. Sadly, even the town of San Luis Obispo itself, was under this same demonic spiritual principality. It radiated outwards from the center of the campus, like a deeply rooted tree with many multiple branches going out in all directions. It was heavy and oppressive, and it quickly surrounded us and began to attack. These were just some of the demons we sensed there and fought against: self-doubt, various lusts, pornography, never satisfied, anguish, despair, never good enough, pride, self-righteousness, number one, perversion, competitiveness, darkness, emptiness, I want, meanness, worldliness, disrespect of family, outsider, lost, grief, panic, business, the do do (always busy) demon, unrest, worn, greed, irritated, anxious, chased out, unclean, oppressed, physically pushed down upon, gay pride, hunger, suffocated, and exhaustion.

When we finally left that city, we felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off of us. I still felt several of those Cal Poly demons attacking me through out the night as I tried to sleep. Much of it was a large sense of grief, for I kept seeing all those students, and just knowing that so many of them were on their way to hell, was chilling to my heart. Where ever we went for the rest of our vacation, we studiously avoided driving through that city. On our way home, when we had to drive through it again, we could tell exactly when we entered it and when we left it, even with our eyes closed.

The near-by town of Morro Bay, was not yet under that territorial principality. The evil that was seen and sensed there, came more from individuals and their false god practices. There was no large hovering entity controlling it. There, we even heard others giving praise to Jesus or blessing someone if they sneezed. We could still see the light of other believer’s there.

I asked the Lord, how a territorial power such as the one that is at Cal Poly, could ever be removed. I wondered how it came to be there in the first place. The Lord pointed out to me, the large number of students there at Cal Poly, (thousands upon thousands of them,) who worshiped themselves every day of the week, and that it would probably take just as many people worshiping God instead on that campus, to break that demonic hold upon that area. He also told me to go research any Masonic connections to Cal Poly, and I found that there were indeed connections at its beginning, and even to this day.

One thing that really confused us, was that while we were there at Cal Poly, and in the surrounding area of San Luis Obispo, we would feel the earth beneath us, ever so slightly, rock and sway back and forth. It was VERY unsettling. At first I thought it was just me, and that I was having really odd dizzy spells, but most of us experienced it, and no one had any other signs or symptoms of any illness. It only happened on campus or in that city. We did not feel it at all in Morro Bay. There the earth beneath us remained steady. When we returned home, I found a small article on how the campus and the city keeps having to do repairs to their buildings, because of the constant swaying and rocking of the ground beneath them. I remembered reading a prophecy about the west coast, and how it was actually made up of thousands of small honeycombed pockets of air and soil, deep down in the crust. The prophecy claimed that one day, this would give way, and the whole area would collapse into the ocean. A part of me marvels at how complacent the leaders are there. Don’t they care that the earth beneath them is constantly moving?

I did some research, and found that there is a Christian support group there in San Luis Obispo. The campus refuses to have anything to do with them, because the group only wants believers to join, and the college believes this to be discrimination. I also found that the college supports the suppression of a person’s free speech/first amendment, when it comes to being a Republican or a Christian.

So, I post this as a word of warning to other believers out there, especially those who are thinking of sending their children to Cal Poly. Know that there is a huge evil spirit emanating from that campus, and it is blocking out the light of believers.

I also give out the warning, to anyone living in that area; if you hear the Lord telling you to move out from that area, THEN DO SO! For the land beneath you is unsteady, and one day it may suddenly crumble and not be there any more.

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Cal Poly discriminates against free speech of student:
http://www.cir-usa.org/articles/126.html

Christian sororities denied affiliation with Cal Poly:
http://mustangnews.net/supreme-court-leaves-christian-fraternity-and-sorority-off-campus/

Campus crusade for Christ at Cal Poly:
http://www.slocru.com/

Christian students at Cal Poly support group:
http://www.csupomona.edu/~christians/index.html

History of Masons at SLO:
http://www.sanluisobispo.com/2013/10/12/2730302/a-century-of-masonic-history-will.html

Shaking baffles researchers:
http://www.sfgate.com/news/article/Tremors-rock-earth-deep-beneath-San-Andreas-Fault-2630624.php

And concerns resident:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/10403997#post1

Liquefaction maps for the area:
http://digitalcommons.calpoly.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1002&context=erscsp

William Branham and Joe Brandt’s prophecies of a honeycombed earth beneath California. It even mentions what can happen when one builds fine buildings and focuses on universities and scholarships, instead of preaching the word of God: :http://www.biblebelievers.org.au/joebrandt.htm

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Colossians 2:8 (KJV)
Beware lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ.

Ephesians 6:10-13 (KJV)
Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might. Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

Ephesians 2:2-3 (KJV)
Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience:
Among whom also we all had our conversation in times past in the lusts of our flesh, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind; and were by nature the children of wrath, even as others.

Luke 21:11 (KJV)
And great earthquakes shall be in divers places, and famines, and pestilences; and fearful sights and great signs shall there be from heaven.

Proverbs 3:25-26 (CJB)
Blessed are You Lord God, King of the universe!
Because of You, we are not afraid of sudden terror or destruction caused by the wicked when it comes; for we rely on Adonai, You will keep our feet from being caught in a trap.

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A Deal With The Devil

In the beginning of 1992, I called out for the devil, and he came to me.

We (our family) were driving, and I told my husband that I’d be willing to make a deal with the devil to be a teacher again of cosmetology.

My husband just looked at me in shock. “Woman,” he said, “do you know what you have just said?!”

I thought his comment was a bit off; my husband had never referred to me simply as ‘woman’, especially when we were together in the same place.

But that odd warning did nothing to stop me. “Well I would!” I replied to his glare. The silence in the car was deafening, and we both felt a little uncomfortable, but I soon forgot all about it.

Until that night.

I was almost asleep, (or was I already asleep?) when he came. He called me, and I asked the voice who he was.

He said “you know who I am; you called for me.”

I sat up in bed and looked over to the left where I had heard the voice come from. It was hard to see much of anything, for the room was filled with clouds and smoke. But then there were two spots of pure bright white light that shone out from the corner of the room. These lights were perfectly circular, and sat next to each other horizontally like snake eyes. Looking into his eyes was like looking into a slice of leftover heaven, bright, peaceful, pure, and white.

But that was the only part of him that reminded me of heaven.

As I stared at the two white lights, a grayish-white smoke swirled all around them, and then began to swirl even further into the room.
This gray-white smoke then parted for just a moment, and I caught a glimpse of what looked like the middle part of a long tail, covered with shiny reflective scales. The very top of the snake body was dark green in color, the sides were a lighter green, and the belly had a yellow-green mixture of scales that slowly turned into a stripe of pale beige in the center. It moved like a snake, pushing its belly forward, so it could rest its neck and eyes above it. When the smoke swirled to cover him there, another area opened up to my view. This area was closer to its eyes, and I could see a pair of very small thin arms with hands on the end of them, similar to the ones found on the T-rex dinosaur, protruding from the underside and side of its form. As the smoke swirled about him, I could see that the body was long, and went on beyond my sight. But it never revealed its face to me. Just those startling and hauntingly beautiful eyes.

He spoke to me then, and asked me for the soul of my youngest boy, telling me that in exchange, he would let me teach again, and even be a director of the nearby school. He somehow had transported us into my youngest son’s bedroom; I could see him below me sleeping peacefully, but I could not touch him or protect him from this devil.

But with this one, my answer was easy.

“No!”

But then, knowingly, the devil pulled me into my older son’s bedroom. I seen my eldest son lying on his mattress, fast asleep. I dreaded the next question from satan, as I already knew what his question would be. How did he know my weakness so well? It was as if he had calculatingly discerned, to ask me for my youngest son first, KNOWING I would say no, and then turning to my oldest son, in the hopes that I would capitulate on him and then seal the deal.

My first born son had been born with disabilities, ones that made it harder to love him. He disobeyed more often than not, and was prone to violent temper tantrums, often striking out and injuring those closest to him. He disliked being held or touched, and often seemed to live in a world of his own. I had spent many hours in tears over him, figuring that he would probably one day end up in prison.

THIS was the child satan had wanted in exchange from the first!

And so satan turned to me, and asked me for his soul, in exchange for my teaching position.

I floated over his toddler bed, watching him pull in his breath, and letting it out, for several moments. Oh how peaceful he now looked!

Satan sensed my weakness at such a long pause, and came towards me, pushing me harder to give him the answer he desired.

But there was one thought that entered my head at that moment, one that made me really doubt all my previous assumptions about my oldest child.

Satan was ASKING me for his soul. That meant it was not yet his! (Yes, there were many times I had wondered if he was already of satan; his behavior was that bad!) But if satan had to come to me to ask me for my son’s soul, that meant that there was REAL HOPE for him in the future! For why would satan try to bargain for a soul that he knew would soon be his anyways? He wouldn’t waste his time on it. I KNEW this, as sure as I was still breathing.

Then I knew that if there was the slightest chance of my eldest son ever coming to Christ, then I could not sell his soul to satan for anything. No matter what his behavior was, he was still precious, and he was still the child that I had so longed for, for so many years. This was the one that I had promised God, that I would love as my own, no matter what.

So as satan pressed in again for my answer, I told him “No!”

I thought that this would be the end of it, but satan kept on, nagging me, over and over and over again, trying to convince me to hand over his soul as payment for the desired favor. I told satan to leave, but he refused.

After several hours of this, I lost my temper, and yelled at him, that I would NEVER sell my children’s soul to him for ANYTHING!
At that, the devil paused.

And I thought, ‘at last! He will leave me now!’, but he did not.

Instead, he changed his offer.

Suddenly, we were back in my bedroom, with satan still floating above me. I was no longer in my bed, but found that I had gotten down on my knees on the floor by my bedside.

He then whispered to me, in that sly, knowing voice of his, -it sounded like a hiss that formed into words, never shouting or loosing patience,- that he would get rid of my migraines, if I only promised him my soul when I died.

My first response, was “No.”

But then he pressed upon my head, and forcibly reminded me of the pain of those horrible migraines. I would get them so bad that I would want to kill myself, but as soon as I would reach that point, the pain would be so severe, that I had no strength left within me to take my own life. Day after day, year after year, I lived in a cycle of never-ending migraine pain.

Again I told him, “no!,” but it was a weaker no, and he sensed this right away.

So he pressed in again and again, hoping I would change my answer and agree to his bargain.

I sat there, at the side of my bed, struggling just to hold my head up in its pain.

And then from seemingly afar off, I began to hear voices. I looked down onto the ground, from where they seemed to originate from, and found that the floor where I sat was no longer a solid unbroken foundation, but a crack had opened up beside me, that allowed me a glimpse into hell.

The voices were all crying out at the same time, howling in their pain and anguish. But this is not what struck me the hardest.

What hit me the hardest was the incredible, overpowering, hollow insatiable HUNGER. It was a living, moving entity, there in the pit before me. It consumed all souls in its grip and would never let go. It was HOLLOW and INSATIABLE.

Hunger for water, hunger for food, hunger for sleep, hunger for healing, hunger for companionship, hunger for ANYTHING and everything, that a human being would ever desire. But the fulfillment for it was not there. Only the HUNGER for it was there. And it NEVER ENDED. I knew it never would.

I could feel the heat from below rising up to my face. I could feel and smell the thick pungent smoke as it followed the searing heat upwards. And above all, was that insatiable, never satisfied spirit of HUNGER.

I backed away from the edge of the abyss, and shouted to the devil my answer.

“No! Now go away!”

But he remained.

The crack leading below closed up, and my floor looked as it did before.

But still satan would not leave me.

I could tell that many hours had passed, since satan had come to speak to me. (The clock on my nightstand told me this,) but still he would not leave me alone.

He nagged, over and over and over and over and over again, for me to change my answer.

But my answer remained the same.

“No! Never! Now get out of here! Leave me alone!”

But he remained.

I told him then, that he should never have appeared to me, for now I KNEW, without a shadow of doubt that God DOES exist! (For how could this earth survive something so evil as this worm without Him?!)

But he simply shrugged this off in total apathy, and continued to tempt me.

Then I suddenly remembered someone telling me, that all evil spirits run from Jesus name, so I yelled out “JESUS! JESUS HELP ME! JESUS!”

And then the devil and all his smoke disappeared from my bedroom in the blink of an eye.

I found that my husband had awoken with my screaming, and was reaching out to comfort me from across the bed, to where I was still crouched on the floor. He wanted to know why I had called out for the Lord.

So I told him.
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I share my testimony with you today, because I sense that there will be those out there in the future, who may think about making their own deal with the devil. They may wish to make such a bargain, for something as basic as even having some food to eat. BUT KNOW THIS: THERE WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING WE WILL ENDURE ON THIS EARTH THAT WILL EVEN COME CLOSE TO BEING WORTH AN ETERNITY IN HELL!
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Matthew 13:42 “And shall cast them into a furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.”
Ps 86:13 For great is thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell.
Pr 15:24 The way of life is above to the wise, that he may depart from hell beneath.
Revelation 14:11 “And the smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever; and they have no rest day and night, those who worship the beast and his image, and whoever receives the mark of his name.”
Matthew 10:28 “And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. But rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.”
Mark 8:36, “For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?”
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Tag-Along To The Angels

(Journal entry from May 7th, 2001)

I tried different medicine last night, (had to; the old one was discontinued.) It was ‘Entex PSE’, for the sinuses. I sensed God telling me not to try it at bed time, but to wait until morning. I shrugged off the warning and took it.

Twenty minutes later I started feeling strange, dizzy, nerves all jumpy, and my sinuses getting drier. Forty five minutes later, I went to bed.

The nightmares were horrendous.

I sensed I was not alone, I sensed evil spirits by me, waiting to pounce on me. But I shrugged that feeling off too, and went to sleep.

It was then, that they fell upon me and tormented me.

At first, I could hear them, their taunting laughter, but could not see them. Then their laughter and their shadows, came closer and closer, till I took flight and ran from them.

Then they caught me. They fell upon me in groups, gnawing and chewing, hitting and grabbing and pulling. I’d try to ignore them, then I tried to shoo them away. But they remained. It wasn’t until I cried out for Jesus, that they gave pause. Then they tried to silence me, by sitting upon my mouth. They talked about all the worst things they could do for me, and decided to try taunting me about my weakness with food. They got me to eat and drink, knowing how awful it was for me to do so, mocking my inability to say no. Again, I tried ignoring them, and then shooing them away. In the end I broke though, and cried out for my God.

They silenced me again. This time, they decided to have me raped, and taunted me of what my husband would think of me then. But this time I did not ignore them or try to shoo them away. I distanced my spirit-self from my body, and told them that it would not matter; my husband knows how faithful I am to him, and so it would not matter, he would still love me. This gave them pause and great anguish, I guess I was very convincing, and they guessed what I spoke was the truth.

But they decided to have me raped anyways. As the one they had chosen was about to begin, I again cried out for Jesus. Again, it gave them pause, as they re-focused on closing my mouth.

But I kept crying out for Him. Louder and louder, till my whole being shouted out His name. Then I broke through the barrier, and knew my God had heard my cry.

And so had my husband laying next to me.

Slowly, I struggled out from under the dream, and awoke.

I reassured my husband that I was o.k., and that I’d had nightmares from the medicine.

Then I got down on my knees to God, and prayed.

I cast all haunting demons from my presence and house, by calling on my Jesus to do so, claiming that as the daughter of a King, I had the right to ask.

Then I asked that He send His angels down to keep watch over me and my family, even in my dreams, and prevent satan and all his minions, from troubling us.

And last, but not least, I then asked Him, on amore personal level, if He could please have me dream instead, of HIS angels.

I told Him, how sorry I was, for disobeying Him, and that I would not go back and take any more of the medicine. I told Him, I knew (sensed) He would not completely remove the consequence from my sin, and that I’d still have the physical distress from the medicine till it wore off, but I asked Him for mercy, for His lenience, to please gift me with dreams of His angels, while I slept. (I knew I could not stay awake for the night.) I knew my subconscious, touched and distorted as it was, would still give me odd dreams all on its own, from the medicine. And I figured that dreams of angels would be good dreams. (In the past, I sometimes would ask God to send me dreams of His will for me. But I thought that might still be too upsetting to my nerves, while I was still on the drug.)

I then climbed back into my husbands arms, and went back to sleep.

And I dreamed of angels. I observed them as they went about their work, gathering together in the heavens, going to and fro, from our dimension to theirs, from theirs to ours. Doing the will of God, assisting someone here, rescuing another there.

All through the night, I played ‘tag along’ to the angels, and went wherever they went. I stayed within the limits of their glow, their presence, and watched them.

The last one I watched work, before waking to this world, pulled a child out of the path of an awful auto accident. Two cars were colliding with each other, and the child, high elementary age, was caught in the middle of it. The people, the places, were foreign to me, and the time was daylight, so I knew I was seeing what was happening on the other side of the earth from where I came from.

At first it troubled me, that this child, its parents, never even knew how close they came to the child dying. Only the angels and the God they served, stopped it from happening. But right before waking, I realized that it didn’t matter, and all would work out and they would ‘come to’ in the end. I marveled how the angels didn’t care AT ALL, if they were noticed by those they cared for. If they did, so be it, if they didn’t, so be it. (I wished I could be like them!)

Towards morning, I drifted back down into my sleep, and awoke, heart untroubled.

Immediately, upon consciousness, I smiled up at my God and thanked Him for the angel dreams.

What an awesome God we have!