Disaster Averted

On our way camping, we came upon a long and steep decline going into the valley. It was very windy, and blew against the car and tent trailer, and along with the high speed of sixty five miles an hour, we started to fish tail and lost control of the car.

It felt like we increased our speed to much more than the limit, as my husband frantically tried to apply the brakes without locking them up.

There were cars in front of us and behind us; thankfully there were no cars beside us, and those behind us could clearly see our trouble, so they hung back, watching.

We came so close to the car in front of us, so very close. I thought for sure we had touched their bumper.

I asked my husband if he was o.k., and when my usually staid and calm husband admitted to me “I don’t know,” I felt panic hit me hard in the chest. My heart skipped a beat and I stopped breathing.

I knew it was time to pray and pray hard, but for the life of me, I could pull no scriptures to mind. The demon of panic controlled me.

So I started speaking in tongues.

I couldn’t watch anymore, so I closed my eyes, but right before I did, I caught sight of one of the four angels that guard the corners of our vehicles. It was looking at me with such peace and calmness, and I knew it was saying to me, “Come on ma petite! You know He’s got this too!”, taking me to task for letting that panic demon hit me so hard, and for that pause in my faith in Christ.

I kept speaking in tongues as I clung to the sides of my seat.

Finally, it seemed so very long, the fishtailing stopped and my husband had control of the car. I opened my eyes to look at my husband. His color was returning to his face (it had gone quite pale before,) and his grip on the wheel had returned to normal.

Disaster averted.

Thank You Jesus Christ of Nazareth!

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“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want…Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me…Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”

Psalm 23:1,4,6 (KJV)

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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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His Imperfect Wife

My heart drags to post this journal entry here,
Yet the nudging from my Lord and Savior to do so,
Have only strengthened with time and prayer,
and will not go away.

I have been told that there are those out there
Who are currently struggling with issues like these.
So these next few posts, (this one and the past two included,)
Are written for you.

A word of warning concerning this post:
War is ugly, no matter what side you’re on.

Journal entry: April 3rd, 2005

(Note: The past three days I’ve been very sick with bronchitis.
The day after this journal entry, my husband also became sick with this same bug…)

I knew the peace between us wouldn’t last through this illness.

My husband kept asking me to do things,
For him and with him, as if I wasn’t even sick.

I have always told him, (every time I’ve been sick,)
That when I’m sick, all plans are on hold.
No going out for a night on the town,
Getting together with another couple,
Cleaning or re-modeling projects,
EVERYTHING.
But does he listen and take this to heart?

No.

When I awoke today, I felt so miserable,
That when my husband asked me
what I was going to do today,
I told him in all seriousness:
TO BREATHE.

He then asks me questions
Designed to get me to do his will;

“Can you log on to the prescription web site?
I need to access your RX history for taxes.”
“O.K.”, I said, figuring I could do this while I worked on eating my just-made and still-warm lunch.

But problems are encountered in logging on,
And before I knew it, he had me checking up
On two other items of paperwork, as well.
Then, as I’m still struggling to sort out these paper problems,
He clicks something on his Palm Pilot PDA,
(Presumably checking something off his ‘to do’ list,)
then shuts it off & sets it down, turns to me and says:
“O.K…., now, do you want me to help you
clear out and vacuum this room?”

I looked at him first, to see if he was joking,
And when I seen that he was not,
I raised my voice just a notch,
And said very emphatically, “NO!”

He frowned. “Well why not?”

I was so upset by this question,
That I felt my mind buzz blank for a moment,
Before I gave him my answer.
“Because I haven’t even been able
to pause from doing all the other things
you’ve been asking me to do,
to even have a bite of my own lunch!
So, no! I don’t want to! I’m going to eat first!”

He then had the grace to look a bit sheepish,
As he realized the truth of my words, and then backed off enough to let me finish eating my now cold lunch.

Oi! HOW this man could even understand me,
with my voice sounding like a nasally scuba diver
speaking under 30 feet of water, I’ll never know!

Once I finished eating, and finished doing the work
he had requested me to do, we begin clearing out the room.
Mind you, this is heavy once or twice a year cleaning
That I’m trying to do, and to top it off,
My allergies were working overtime,
From all the dust, cat hair, and pollen.
(He had the window open for ‘fresh’ air.)
So by the time we actually came close to finishing,
I was very weak, wheezing, and gasping for air,
And I then stopped and asked my husband to do the rest,
(vacuuming under my desk,)
for I told him that I was on my last molecule of energy,
and I felt like I was about to collapse.
Grumbling, he took the vacuum cleaner
and finished the chore,
but let me know how upset he was,
that I had not told him sooner
that I would not be able to then go downstairs
and fry up the purchased trout for our dinner.

This made me angry again, and I let him know,
That he should not have planned (For certain,)
For me to make or do anything when I’m sick!

He responds, by telling me that I should have told him
Yes or no, yesterday when he mentioned it to me in passing.

(Like how many times would you like me to tell you that
I’M SICK, AND ALL PLANS ARE OFF?!?)

But of course, I go downstairs
(after resting a moment or two,)
and go make the fish for dinner.

Later on that night, right before
(while I’m still weak & struggling to simply breathe,)
he points out on the calendar,
the nights he’s working late for this week.
(Oh No!, I think to myself,
But I need you here when I’m this sick,
To give me a break from the kids,
So I can get some rest!)
He then tells me that he’s not sure
if he should cancel class for Friday, or not.
(At the time of this writing, my husband was a professor at a local college.)
I ask him why he would,
And he tells me that he can combine the last two lessons,
And then give the students a break on Friday.
(Oh, I think to myself, that would be nice for them.)
But then he goes and does the crass and uncaring
(dare I say unthinking?) thing of reminding me
that we would need this Friday off,
in order for us to go camping this weekend.

(AAAGGGHHH!!!!)

I looked at him in shock, anger, and disbelief,
And repeated once again to him,
That no, we can’t go camping this weekend,
BECAUSE I’M SICK!

This time, he slams the calendar down on the desk,
And snarled “that’s right! We can’t, can we!”
He then looks at me fully and says:
“I am so ANGRY that you are sick!”

(Well!!! HE’S angry that I’m sick!!
What am I ? HAPPY? I certainly didn’t choose
To get this sickness, and spend my next two months
Just struggling to breathe in an ocean of green slimy mucus!!!)

“Well then,” I told him, “the next time the neighbor boy
comes over to play with the kids,
and he’s still sounding and acting like he’s still pretty sick,
you’ll know what to tell him!”

(My husband had always de-valued my concerns,
and shut me up when I told him that I don’t want our kids
to play with other sick kids, while they’re still sick.
I don’t know why, But he seems to believe that our children (and me?!?) are like superheroes or something,
Impervious to bacteria, viruses, or colds.
He let them play all together, and now we are all sick
with what this boy had. And so now he blames ME?!?)

As he walks away, my mind is already deciding
That now we are separate again,
And that I will hold myself apart from him,
And not sleep too close to him tonight.

But then God
(yes, He was still there, – amazing, isn’t it?)
reminded me of the futility of such a move.
It would only end up being
a waste of spent time & energy.

But I couldn’t just let it all go, either.
So I said, – much more calmly, “You know, …that really hurt!”

“I know,” he replied with resignation
yet still some anger, in his voice.

And I know, that sooner or later,
With my P.U.S.H. prayers, (Praying Until Something Happens,)
My husband’s heart will soften,
And he will come to terms yet again,
with his imperfect wife.

So, now, I simply have to keep reminding myself
(as Satan tries to incite me against
such a ‘selfish’ & ‘unloving’ husband,)
that this too, shall pass,
and that this is not a big enough issue
to rip our family apart over.

Once again however,
I am reminded of what happens to me
When I take my eyes off Jesus,
And refocus them on my husband.
That man would keep me doing his will
running me ragged, telling me to just keep going,
And that I’ll be just fine. Vitamins? Medicines?
Nah, you don’t really need them.
Rest? What for? Your not REALLY that sick, are you?
Oh come on! Why do you have to let
A little virus bring you down like that?
Just ignore it, and it will go away!

Oh yeah.

They say, that to look at God, is life. And in my case,
I think the literal interpretation would fit.
Cause to keep my eyes on my husband,
And submit to my husband IN EVERYTHING,
Instead of checking in with my God FIRST,
Would mean death for me, in more ways than one….
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TO BE CONTINUED…

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Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as it is fit in the Lord. Husbands, love your wives, and be not bitter against them.

And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men; Knowing that of the Lord ye shall receive the reward of the inheritance: for ye serve the Lord Christ.

(Colossians Chapter 3, verses 18-19, 23-24, KJV)

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