Students Beware! The New Age Wellness Fair


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….



“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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My Betrothed Returns!

A Dream… 


I was in a place, where the surroundings looked almost medieval,
Where swords, shields, bows and arrows were mostly used,
Amongst old pyramid-like stone structures, caves, and castles.

A major fight was going on within the compound that I was in,
A fight between good and evil.
This fight, felt like it had been going on for a millennia or more.
I was the next one in line
To pick up my sword and fight the evil that kept attacking us.
I was a young woman, still in the bloom of my youth,
Lean, toned, clear skinned, and long flowing hair,
Dressed in a warriors’ garb,
I was reasonably attractive au natural,
And was told this was due to the genes of my forefather.

I knew I had become a good fighter, for now the evil ruler
(set or shiva; its name could change through out the years,
But it was the same demon ruler of darkness, destruction, and death) 
Sent groups of his fighters to attack me,
instead of just one or two at a time.
Ugly they were: a mix of various demons,
Some like a goblin or a gargoyle,
Others like a chimera, half animal half insect,
Whatever their form or shape.
I had learned how to recognize what they looked like,
And could even sense where they were,
even when they thought themselves well hidden,
and could defend myself well, when they attacked.
They usually tried attacking me with their bow and arrows.
Those creatures who were large enough
And high up in the enemy’s camp,
Had swords of their own,
Some even had their own unique weapons
Devised just for them to use.
The swords of the enemies though larger,
were not as strong as mine,
And were often more blunt, bent, and dull.
(Deadly however, if ignored!)
So, like a heroine in a medieval movie,
I kept clearing them out of the areas that we lived in,
And off of the land that our clan owned.

When I managed to slice through them
Or pierce them with my sword,
They would shriek, hiss, and howl,
Before turning quickly to ash vapor
And disappearing from our world.

Sometimes I would have help
In fighting them off
From other warriors in our camp,
But most of the time,
There was enough evil around to always keep each one of us
Busy fighting off our own attacks.

I was in one of the rooms, (a bedroom?)
Fighting off the last of a lower caste hoard of demons,
(they used mostly bow and arrows to attack,)
I turned to go out of the room
And into the next fighting area,
When I suddenly seen a great and handsome warrior
Standing before me.

Tall, broad shouldered, with steady brown eyes,
Dressed also as a warrior from our clan,
He was so handsome, that I paused, impressed,
And simply starred at him.
Inwardly, I sensed, just for a moment,
that there was something about him that seemed slightly familiar,
something that perhaps I should know,
but I quickly cast the thought out of my mind,
as probably being a trick of the enemy,
for it would not be the first time that this kind of deception
had been played upon my people. 

As he stood there expectantly,
I moved forward to walk past him,
But he reached out and tried to grab my arm,
And said “I’m back! Come!”

Shock, (how dare he!) roiled through me,
And I immediately moved my silver sword
So it came between me and him.

I expected him to back off,
for if he was of the enemy, such a sword would cause fear in him,
but instead, his head moved slightly back and his eyes blinked.
But the rest of him remained unmoved.

“In case you haven’t noticed,” I said to him,
“there’s a war going on around here.
So if you really are on our side,
Pick up your sword and fight!”

His arm lowered then, and he took a step back from me.
“You really don’t recognize me, do you?” he asks.

The sound of an impending fresh attack nearby,
Wailed its arrival through the door.

“I know what will help you to remember,” he says. “Follow me.”
He motioned out towards the hallway,
Towards an alcove just a short distance from the door.

I followed,
For all the fighting action was now outside the room anyways,
And I was curious to see what he had to show me.

We came to the alcove,
Where the statue of a false god, an old idol,
Lay broken on its back.
It was shiva the god of death,
The one who brings destruction and darkness,
The one who was defeated long ago by our King.

“Do you remember what happened here?” he asked me.
“Of course,” I responded. “Our great King sacrificed himself
So he could descend into the underworld and defeat lord shiva.” 

“Look,” he said, bending down to touch the bronze statue.

And as I watched, his touch turned the charred bronze statue
Into a small white crumbling biscuit.
He then picked it up, broke off a piece of its foot,
And handed it to me.

“I can’t take that,” I responded to him with wariness.
“It’s from an idol. We have been told to stay away from such evil.”

But he still held it out to me.
“eat it,” he said, “and then you will remember.”

It seemed different somehow,
Transformed upon his touch,
And no longer seemed to be from the idol.
So I took it from him,
And looked at it closely.
It was of a pure white color in the center,
And lightly browned on the outside.
It was covered with rows of stripes
With dotted indentations in between them.
I could not see nor feel nor smell any evil coming from it at all.

At that moment,
The enemy rounded the corner into our area,
And tried to renew its attack on us in earnest.

But this regiment was no match for the man warrior
That had just given me the biscuit to eat.
I watched him lay waste to scores of them at a time
With just one slash of his sword.

As he pursued the enemy,
he called forth a rallying cry to the rest of our clan,
“Come! Let’s go!”
to all who were able to hear.

Upon seeing this,
I took the crumbling piece of biscuit in to my mouth and chewed.
I gasped, and then swallowed it,
As shock flooded my whole being.

This man…he was my fiancée, by beloved!

I ran after him,
And soon caught up to him,
With the battle still all around us.

“You are my fiancée, my betrothed!” I said to him
With shock and accusation in my voice.
I went up to him and tried to grab some of his top into my fist,
so I could pull him closer to me,
but the enemy attack came between us,
So my beloved had to turn and fight them off.

“How come you didn’t just tell me you were my betrothed?!”

“Would you have believed me if I had?”

My shoulders slumped, realizing my answer. “No,” I sighed.

The fighting continued all around us,
But at this point, my focus was not so much on fighting off the enemy,
It was on my beloved. 

I chose my fights with purpose,
Battling out the ones that were between me and my beloved,
So I could get closer to him.

As I did so, I told him that I had been waiting for such a long time for him to return,
That I had almost begun to despair of him ever coming back!
I shared with him, how tiresome it had become for me,
To keep fighting the enemy daily, hourly, without much reprieve.

At this point, we had created a break in the fighting,
So I was finally able to run into his arms.
Oh! The feel of his warmth and comfort!
Strongly shielded in his embrace
It felt so good to be held by him again,
I almost forgot about the battle going on around me!

But the moment was short lived,
For the enemy then came down upon us from above,
Crashing down on top of us, spears and arrows pointing at us.
We surely would have been killed,
except for the strength and fast reflexes of my beloved,
who was able to lift up his shield at the last moment,
and provide a shelter for us underneath it.

For a moment there, under his shield, there was complete peace.

When the weight of the enemy began to grow heavy,
he gave one mighty shove upwards,
Which caused all the demons to tumble back and fall.

He then grabbed my hand again,
Pulled me back onto my feet,
And together we ran out the door.
I then woke up.