The Spilled Blood Of Unbelievers On Halloween

Last fall, there was a really bad car accident just a few miles from where we live. The road at this particular place winds back and forth, and is quite narrow. However, it is paved, which leads some people to think that they can take the turns too fast. Well one day, a car came around the bend so fast, (a fancy sports car, no less, reported to be going WAY over the speed limit,) that it veered into the on coming lane in order to make the turn. Sadly, another family of adults was in a car in that very lane, right when the guy went into their lane. A head on collision resulted.

The crash was so bad, that the bodies were thrown from the cars. So much blood was lost from their injuries, that the dark stains covered three car lengths long of pavement on one side, and another car length on the other side of the road.

We came upon the accident scene, right as the tow trucks came to remove all the car parts.

There was so much blood there, that it pooled in places where the road had sunk.

My kids gasped as we passed the accident scene, and I figured it was because they had seen the multitude of car pieces along the side, all smashed up. (Neither car was left, just car parts.) But instead, one of them spoke up for the others and said “mom, those people who spilled their blood on that pavement were NOT believers!”

I thought the comment kind of odd, so I asked them, “How can you tell?”

“Demons are there. They are attracted to all the spilled blood.” At this, all the kids gave their nod of agreement.

“But how can you tell if they were believers or not?”

The child who had spoken just shrugged. “I just know.”

“Do you think they died?” (After loosing so much blood, I had wondered if it was even possible for them to survive.)

“I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think so.”

When we got back home that night, we heard about the accident on the local news. The people were taken to the hospital, and a few were air lifted to another bigger hospital, in order for them to get the help they needed.

Last we heard, the people had managed to survive.

The child who had made the comment in the car earlier as we drove past the scene, told me that she was positive that if those people had died, their souls would have been taken down immediately into hell.

We all stopped then, to pray for them, that before they did leave this earth, they would become believers in Jesus Christ.

No one ever returned to the scene to mop up all the blood. It remained there, soaked, stained, and dried into the pavement for all who passed that way to see.

But we noticed an interesting thing; as the days progressed closer to Halloween, the numbers of demons seen hanging around the dried blood increased. Each time we drove by, we could see more and more demons hanging over it. Even rain didn’t change anything; the demons remained and so did the dark blood stain.

Somehow these demons seemed to obtain energy and power from the blood, almost as if they were feeding off of it. A few would brake away from it to chase us down the road, but they soon gave up the chase and returned to the area, after we bound them up in the name of Jesus and prohibited them from attacking us.

The night before Halloween, when we drove past that area, my kids told me that they could see that the demons had increased their numbers to such a level, that it was hard to focus on seeing just one. They moved and swirled as a pack, whirling upwards like a crescendo, and had greatly grown in size and evilness. They said it was almost hard to see the regular world; the demons formed such a thick, black, solid wall. Their chorus of noise, yelling, screeching, cursing, coarse laughing, and speaking in their vile tongues, reached my kids ears as I drove slowly by. I myself could not hear them, but I sensed a great evil there, and I found myself quoting Psalm 91 out loud. I then sensed and then seen an angel of the Lord riding in front of our car, fighting off the hoards of demons as we drove through them. In the back of our car, was another angel, fighting them off as we drove away.

I must admit, I was not eager to go back out onto the road again after that, but a few days later, in the evening, when we drove by that place once again, we found to my great surprise that there was no demons there at all!

We passed that place many times after, but did not see the amount of demons that we had like that night before Halloween. Maybe one or two, every now and then. We would sense that great evil had once been there, but that was about it.

Now, a year later, the county saw fit to re-pave the road, so now there is no more visual blood reminder of what had once happened there. Even tonight, as I drove past the place, I could sense that evil was haunting near by, similar to what it is like when one stumbles onto cursed land. But nothing like it had been before.

Now, on the night before this Halloween, I find myself wondering about other blood-spilled places in the world, and if the demons are gathering there to get their energy, before they go off to do their evil, just like they did when the blood of unbelievers was spilled near us.

Great evil is done on the night of Halloween. It is the demons most sacred day, when they are revered by the people, and offerings are made unto them and their master. They party with glee and gather up energy from all the revelry for the coming year.

Halloween used to be my favorite holiday, (I loved dressing up,) but now it is a day of mourning for all of us. This Halloween, we will be staying in. We will light the seven-candled menorah (because it is a Friday night, the Sabbath,) and give thanks to our Lord and God, for His protection, grace, and abounding love.

We will also pray that the people of God are protected from such malevolence that runs loose on this most evil of nights…

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Psalm 91

Who so dwelleth in the [a]secret of the most High, shall abide in the shadow of the Almighty.

[b]I will say unto the Lord, O my hope, and my fortress: he is my God, in him will I trust.

Surely I will deliver thee from the [c]snare of the hunter, and from the noisome pestilence.

He will cover thee under his wings, and thou shalt be sure under his feathers: his [d]truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

[e]Thou shalt not be afraid of the fear of the night: nor of the arrow that flieth by day:

Nor of the pestilence that walketh in the darkness: nor of the plague that destroyeth at noon day.

A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand, but it shall not come near thee.

Doubtless with thine [f]eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.

For thou hast said, The Lord is mine hope: thou hast set the most High for thy refuge.

10 There shall none evil come unto thee, neither shall any plague come near thy tabernacle.

11 [g]For he shall give his Angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thy ways.

12 They shall bear thee in their hands, that thou hurt not thy foot against a stone.

13 Thou shalt walk upon the lion and asp: the [h]young lion, and the dragon shalt thou tread under feet.

14 [i]Because he hath loved me, therefore will I deliver him: I will exalt him because he hath known my Name.

15 He shall call upon me, and I will hear him: I will be with him in trouble: I will deliver him, and glorify him.

16 With [j]long life will I satisfy him, and show him my salvation.

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Deut. 19:10 – “That no innocent blood be shed within thy land, which the Lord thy God giveth thee to inherit, [f]lest blood be upon thee.”

Deut. 21:8-9 – “O Lord, be merciful unto thy people Israel, whom thou hast redeemed, and lay no innocent blood to the charge of thy people Israel, and the blood shall be forgiven them.  So shalt thou take away the cry of innocent blood from thee, when thou shalt do that which is right in the sight of the Lord.”

Genesis 4:8-12 – “Then Cain spake unto Abel his brother. And when they were in the field, Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him.
Then the Lord said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother? Who answered, I cannot tell. [h]Am I my brother’s keeper? Again he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother’s blood crieth unto me, from the earth. Now therefore thou art cursed [j]from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother’s blood from thine hand. When thou shalt till the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: a [k]vagabond and a runagate shalt thou be in the earth.”

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Students Beware! The New Age Wellness Fair

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One of my kids
Attending a local community college
Was given time off from physical education class
To attend their yearly campus ‘Wellness Festival.’
They were told by their phys-ed teacher
That they would receive extra credit for attending it.
(Here in California, it is mandatory to take two gym classes
In order to receive any kind of an associates degree.)

One booth that was there, offered you a ‘free’ metal thermos,
If you pledged to cut back on your sugar intake,
And gave them your email address.

Another booth gave you print outs on what helpful herbs
Might be growing in your back yard, and how these herbs can be applied to help heal common illnesses.

Yet another booth offered you a free back massage,
And stressed the importance of relaxation.

This child of mine wandered through it all,
Observing everything as usual,
Till the child came across something
That this child had never seen before.

An energy aura cleanser.

This woman had no booth,
But wandered around the campus fair grounds,
Inviting anyone near her,
To come forth and have their “energy cleansed” by her.

My child stood back and watched,
As a student was just finishing getting her aura ‘cleansed’ by this woman.

There were demons
That swirled around this woman,
Demons that went forth and attacked the person,
Sucking their energy from them,
Forming it into some kind of glowing orb ball,
(reminiscent of those colorful-swirling rubber balls one can get in a vending machine for fifty cents, but way bigger,)
And then feeding it into the spirit of the woman.

“Ah, yes!,” she exclaimed, now I can feel your energy!
It needs to be released and flowing!”

The woman then placed her hands upon the student,
(the woman’s hands, and especially her fingertips, were covered with a heavy dark substance that was very black, and it was this substance, that seemed to provide the opening doorway for the evil spirits to enter into the student to whom she was touching,) and the student’s glowing ball of colorful aura that had been fed into this woman just moments before by the demons, Was now taken back out from this woman by those same demons, along with some of the spirits already in the woman, and then with their hands, the demons then swirled the different kinds (and colors) of spirits together into another now different ball of aura,
And then threw it back into the student.

This was all done by the demons,
Who used the woman to initiate the needed touch and catch phrases for the spiritual exchange to take place.

As the woman finished with the student,
She looked around and quickly found my child.

“You there!,” she cried out to my kid,
“I can SEE your energy! Come! Let me cleanse it for you!”

At this, the demons working this woman,
Rushed forward and tried to attack my child.

But the demons were never able to get close enough to my child, to retrieve any of my child’s spirit,
For the angels that surrounded my child
Were large and several in number,
and they were VERY, VERY ANGRY.
They hissed as they attacked the demons who were trying to come near. They used their huge bright shields to cover my child, and held out their flaming swords towards the swirling demons in the air. But it was with their own hands, that the angels attacked these demons, using their blindingly white light that emanated from their own hands,
And they quickly formed their own orbs of blinding white power,
And slung them one right after the other at the demons.

These demons reminded my child of the Buddha demons that our family had once fought off, when we allowed that porcelain sculpture of a Buddha god into our home. Except this time, the demons were not as powerful as those were.
They also felt different than the Roman Catholic spirits, who usually gave off great waves of irritability as a warning when this child got too close to something strongly Catholic.

The demons retreated back into the woman,
And my child quickly said a most emphatic “No!,”
As the woman continued to ask my child if she could please cleanse my child’s aura. My child said no a few more times in answer to her persistence, till the woman shrugged and moved her attention on to another student who was walking her way.

Afterwards, my child told me that they (the angels and the child,) would still rather go up against demons like those, versus the demons that are found in those who actively worship satan. The demons of satan worshipers are the WORST to fight off. Not that they are so hard to battle against, but more that the demons that reside within them, are more vile and disgusting to confront. The angels also hiss more, and quickly ground their teeth at such demons, and eagerly await the right to attack those demons, if they were to be stupid enough to try and attack them.

Most of the demons that are seen on campus by this child, usually stick to the person that they are ‘haunting’, and for the most part, do not try to jump from person to person. It saddens this child of mine, to see so many people, unbelievers, walking around with their demons, unaware of just what is tailing them. Some, if the person’s end was to come at that moment, would be quickly dragged down to hell by the demons already attached to them. This child has described the campus to me, as “a walking future graveyard”. True believers, are easy to see, for they have a bright white aura around them that is clear to discern amongst all the surrounding spiritual darkness.

I asked my child, if they had said scripture first,
Before the angels attacked those demons,
And I was told no. “I said some later, under my breath, but no, not at first.” This comforted me, for until this point, for some reason, I had thought that the angels would not attack unless scripture was quoted. But thankfully this incident proved that theory wrong.

I quickly went into my prayer room
And thanked the Lord our God for protecting my kids from such an attack!

As I continued on with my day,
I couldn’t help but wonder
If the Wellness Fair should have been called
‘The New Age Wellness Fair’, for the majority that had booths there, were ones that would fit in quite easily
With all the new age teachings.

And then the thought occurred to me…

What would have been the colleges response,
To a Christian woman wandering around the fair,
Asking the students as they walked past her,
If they would like to be blessed,
And have a laying on of hands,
to cast out any evil spirits,
And to be anointed with olive oil,
In the hopes that healing would be brought to their body.

Can you imagine the outpouring of protests this would cause? Oi! Yes, I realize that as believers, we are to be cautious of whom we lay our hands on, yet still…the point is, the campus would never even allow such a thing, yet it is not thought wrong at all, that the public college backs up such a shamanic witch, allowing her to wander the grounds of the campus cursing any who are deceived enough to be taken in by her sly offerings….

CHRISTIAN STUDENTS BEWARE…!

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“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.” (Colossians 2:8, KJV)

“Lay hands suddenly on no man, neither be partaker of other men’s sins: keep thyself pure.” (1 Timothy 5:22, KJV)

“A wicked messenger falleth into mischief: but a faithful ambassador is health.” (Proverbs 13:17, KJV)

“There is a way that seemeth (seems) right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.” (Proverbs 16:25, KJV)

“Behold, I will bring it health and cure, and I will cure them, and will reveal unto them the abundance of peace and truth.” (Jeremiah 33:6, KJV)

“Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the Lord, and depart from evil. 8 It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones.” (Proverbs 3:7-8, KJV)

“Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.” (Psalm 43:5, KJV)

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The Next Church In Need Of Saving

A dream…

I was who I am now,
Same kids, same husband, same age.

I had gone to meet a good friend,
One who like me, still believed that the Holy Spirit
Still spoke and worked in believer’s lives today.

He and his wife had asked me to meet them,
At one of the big churches,
For they had booths there,
Where you could sit down in the entrance
And chat for a bit with a cup of coffee.

We sat there for a little while talking,
Getting caught up with what was going on
With our lives since we last met.

I told him, that my older children
Were doing well in college,
Despite all the evil around them.
When he asked me why,
I told him that they could see
If there were any demons around them,
and then avoid them best they could.
This seemed to trouble him,
And he voiced his concern for my kids,
Wondering how they handled it,
Living around demons like that,
For what if one tried to attack them?

At that moment we were interrupted,
As the church service was let out,
And the foyer became filled with people.

I had wanted to purchase a small bag of my favorite chocolates
That they had for sale in their coffee area,
And the server was now there, available for orders.

So I excused myself for a moment,
And as I went back to the shelf to grab a bag,
I also seen a pile of glossy colorful one-page hand-outs,
On the various beliefs of this church.
There were one or two that caught my eye,
And I took one of each of those,
But one especially seemed interesting,
For it was on the topic of demons.

As I tried to grab it, someone bumped into me,
And I then turned to look for a moment
at the person who had bumped into me,(it was a young kid,)
And then back again to the pile of fliers,
I found that I could not find that particular flier again.

I tried searching for it,
And this caught the attention of someone else there at the church,
who then came to try and talk to me,
and try and answer any questions that I might have.

I then seen the pastor walking out from the back of the service,
And realized with shock that it was pastor Jeff,
From our old evangelical Lutheran church from many years ago.

I called out to him,
And he paused to look down at me, (he was slightly taller than I,)
And I know he recognized me,
But there was a reservation about him,
And I sensed he was not about to greet me as a long lost friend
That he had once known well.

He asked me if I was finding everything O.K.,
And so I told him that I was trying to find their flier on demons.

“Oh!” He exclaimed with ease, “I can tell you all about that.
It is a short flier, anyways,” he confides in me with a wink.
“The truth about demons,” he says, warming to the topic,
“is that there are none! Not in this world anyways.
They’re tucked away in hell. So you don’t have to worry about them.
They were only here on earth when Jesus was here.”

“But Jeff!” I exclaimed, walking right in front of him,
In the hopes that it would slow him down enough to listen to me,
(he was always busy multi-tasking and looking around to others and greeting them,)
“My children can SEE them in THIS world!”

At that point, we had stopped right in front of the booth where my friend was,
so my friends could easily hear our exchange.
Pastor Jeff looked at me with great pity in his eyes, and said,
“You should have them see a doctor.”

Shock rolled around within me.
He thought this was caused by my kids being sick?!
“But their doctors have said that they are healthy!”

Yet as I seen his still-pitying glare from his eyes,
I realized that it did not matter what I said,
He believed what he believed,
And it would not change just because of my testimony.

I then became aware,
that there was a HUGE dark demon hanging over him,
Him and the whole church.
It was incredibly oppressive,
and it weighted down upon the people and upon pastor Jeff,
Like a HEAVY boulder upon his shoulders.
And was shackled to one of his legs with chunky but silent chains.

I stumbled in my steps as I struggled to keep up with him,
And then finally gave it up and let him walk off,
(to continue meeting and greeting his congregation,)
For I needed to escape the pressure of that strongman demon.

I returned to my friend in the booth.

“So how do they deal with the demons if they attack them?!”
My friend asked me again. Bless his heart, he was still concerned for them.

“They cast them out in the name of Jesus, and then the demons leave!
I paused and then added, “it works better than what some doctor would give them…”

Normally, if I would say such a thing to someone about my kids,
It would be said as a joke, for doctors are not needed
To remove demons, or to remove such a wonderful spiritual gift,
Which the bible calls spiritual discernment.
(Some of my kids had it in a very strong form of it.
I myself had it in a much more subdued form.)
But I realized that my friend took it as a serious statement,
so I then ended my words with a reassuring smile.

My words seemed to make a big difference to him,
And relieved his concern for my children a great deal.

We finished our time together,
And as I went to go pay for the bag of chocolates,
I found that they had no real change for my ten dollar bill.

I was told to go put it in the cookie jar with all the other monies,
And to take out the change that I needed,
which would have been four dollars.

But when I tried to do this,
I found that there was no real cash left in the jar,
And that it was filled with these strange bills called ‘scripts’.
They looked like cash on one side, but on the other,
There was words and writings on it that had nothing to do with money.
The paper the script had been printed on had obviously been re-cycled
From the church’s offices and school rooms.

I asked my friend about it,
And he said that the kids at the church use it as a reward system,
to get treats and other such things for doing their school work.

Well, no one else had change around me,
And I was not going to ‘donate’ any extra cash to this church,
(not after realizing that it stood for such false teachings,)
And there was no way I was just going to take it,
So I had to go put it back on the shelf and not purchase it.

As I was leaving the church,
Someone in the entrance hall,
Was installing some kind of sensor, that would let the church know
More information about the people entering or leaving their building.

I asked the installer what kind of sensors it used,
(as a way of being friendly,) and as he answered me,
He asked me to hold one of its components for a moment for him.
He pushed the object into my hands, and I held it,
But then felt its strange activation on my fingertips.
So I hastily told the man that I could not hold it any longer,
For I was beginning to feel its effects.
I quickly exited the building,
And then the worker came out,
And I quickly handed him the part he had asked me to hold for him.

He grabbed it, but a second later he dropped it
Onto the cement sidewalk. (Had he felt its effects too?)
And it fell in between us.

I bent down to pick it back up,
(thinking how expensive it must be,
And wondering if the fall might have broken it,)
Before handing it back to the man.

The man looked at me,
And I could tell he was going to try and blame me
For dropping it if it did not work,
But as I looked around at all the cameras
that were recording everything around the building,
I gave him a slight shake of the head,
indicating that his ruse would not work,
For all they had to do was re-play their cameras,
And the truth would be out.
It had been the man who had dropped it, not me.

So I turned my back to the church, and left.

I then woke up.

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I realized, that this pastor,
Was treated almost like a demi-god,
By the members of his congregation.

Then I realized with shock and distress,
That I had done the same thing,
And had treated him like a demigod
When I was going to his other church!

People chased after him,
Wanting advice on this or that,
on spiritual matters or on real life matters,
Asking him for favors,
Or just generally wanting to be near him.

He rarely told the people to go seek GOD for the advice they were looking for.

This was a man who spent his life,
Going from one failing Lutheran church to the next,
In order to try and save it.

He had done so in our old church,
Though I must say, that I thought the church was just fine
When we first started going there.
It wasn’t until later,
When things started to change for the worst.
The higher-ups had caught sight of our little church,
And had heard the reports of the Holy Spirit working amongst the people.
So they sent this man, pastor Jeff,
To come in and transform the church into a mega-church.

After the transformation had been successful,
(to the governing board’s standards,)
He left and moved on to the next church in need of saving.

Saving…
As if this one man was some kind of god himself!

I asked the Lord to please forgive me,
For ever treating this pastor like he was a little demigod.

I then realized with a sudden start,
That all those years of feeling guilty,
Of wondering if we had left the church too soon,*
Had been complete and total waste of energy.

For here, in reality, the Lord,
In His gracious wisdom,
RESCUED us from that church!

If He had not,
That church could have scarred my children for life!
They would have been treated as if they were SICK
Whenever they would have said that they could see any demons.

A gift from the Lord was thought of as a sickness?

Now THAT WAS crazy…!

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* As a side note, and for an excellent commentary on questioning church authorities,

please see Tim Shey’s blog entry:

http://hitchhikeamerica.wordpress.com/2013/01/07/am-i-divisive-please-answer/
Thank you Tim, for re-blogging Lori Rodeheaver’s blog post on your web site!…