It began with 3.3%

May 29, 2025June 10, 2025 / worshipintruth1 / Leave a comment

Kookaburra(Goo-Goor-Gaga) sat in that tree looking down on their corroboree(Garabara). Yet it wasn’t a true Garabara, though the night will possibly end with some song and dance much later. The clansmen were sitting around the fire having a yarn whilst drinking white fellas drinks, smoking white fellas pipes; an indulgence and perhaps addiction for some that has followed many a community from the days when the First Nations People received wages in the form of rum and tobacco for assisting the European Settlers coming to the land now known as Australia way back when in the eighteen hundreds era of colonisation. The land many Native countrymen knew as Mainland.

For some Aboriginal workers these now well-known addictive substances was the exchange commodity for services and labour from supplying Bushtucker food, carrying water and including being guides to the British Settlers.

Soon Goo-Goor-Gaga kookaburra will be laughing at campfire antics as ‘Kiirra’ also known as grog spirit (some indigenous natives like to call it) takes over some of the men’s balance and decorum for what is considered unruly and uncivilised behaviour around the Elders. Kiirra known to be a familiar dark shadow spirit that hides beneath the surface of one and can only be seen by a few, who likes to create bedlam, loves to grasp at the opportunity to overpower and change disciplined behaviour to something quite the opposite and at times quite harmful when spirit drink is around.

If one watches carefully at a ‘sorry business’ memorial service for a beloved family member, one just might witness this dark shadow spirit (perhaps Kiirra or perhaps another) go up in the air and leave the room as it goes in search of its next host victim.

One does not want to mistake this familiar spirit for being your beloved kin member whose spirit will prayerfully go to eternal dreaming for the time. It is best not to consult with ancient spirits for one may not be able to discern if it is a benevolent helpful spirit or a malevolent harmful spirit in search of its next victim for unruly behaviour. Perhaps prayerfully tell Creator God Baiame what you have seen so he may deal with if in the best way for your health and the health of your kin.

Magpie too was watching, he looked at Kookaburra and nodded as he pointed his beak as if to say look over there. The women were gathering the children and heading off to another clearing of bush not too far away from camp but far enough that the men’s unabashed entertaining would not disrupt or disturb the little one’s eyes and ears to say this is an acceptable pastime.

The women knew that if the men had too much fill of white man’s drink it can get quite unruly and even unpredictable, sometimes too rough for the women and children. If was safer to move away for the night and let the men be to their own entertainment and indulgence.

The women and children will have their own fire tonight, and share dreamtime stories of old to entertain the littlies; stories of the land and animals, warnings to be wary of the deep waterholes for the trouble they may bring and old crocodile who is in the rivers. Be aware of the Billabongs carved out by Bunyip, he may still be in there, bunyip is hard to describe and known as a great imposter and some dreamtime lores say Bunyip often likes to hug his victims to death. If one was to reflect more perhaps Bunyip might be also known as a shapeshifting Dreamtime spirit because no one can pinpoint exactly what bunyip looks like; maybe a starfish, maybe a dog, maybe a seal, an amphibian and many more descriptions have been spoken of. Some ancestral wisdom says Bunyip likes to guard the waterways so that they are not over fished and there is plenty for all. Either way Bunyip is smelly and scary and one does not want to meet one down by the waterhole. Of course white fella scientists say, “The Bunyip Monster does not exist.” Watch out for the roaming ogres too.

There is Kiirra spirit who will have the men play up tonight at corroboree. Maybe Kiirra, this regal ancestral spirit should never have been consulted for any wisdom or guidance and should have been left to sleep for the tom foolery and more that is about when spirit drinking is being consumed. Oh and do not whistle at night for one does not want to alert Warra Wirrin spirit and invite trouble into camp or home by this bad presence.

Dreamtime Spirits some can be good and some bad entrapping one into trouble and danger. There are the Arnhem land monsters of malevolent and vampire-like wind spirit beings. Then there are the devil spirits that move in the whirly winds.

Knowing that not all ancestral spirits are good, consider Djinga who can bring chaos and destruction into home and camp. Therefore perhaps it is time the mobs stopped speaking to the ancestral spirits and only communicate with God the Creator Spirit Baiame until He shares otherwise for one’s own safekeeping and those they love and the mobs all over the Mainland.

In the women’s camp there will be teachings on the names of the birds and animals in each countrymen language like Kookaburra is known as Goo-Goor-Gaga, and how magpie is known by lots of names and it is dependent on what part of the Australian Land country community he is from; in Wiradjuri Mob (Western New South Wales) magpie is called ‘Garru’, in Wurundjeri Mob country (metropolitan Melbourne and greater stretching out to great dividing range in the North to the Werribee River in the West, to Mount Baw Baw in the east and south down to Mordialloc Creek)they call magpie ‘Barrawarn’, whereas the Kaurna Mob (Adelaide plains in South Australia) call magpie ‘Kurraka’ for they are known as ‘chatterboxes’. “Our song and dance is a ‘Corroboree’ in our language we say ‘Garaabara’ where we live, here in country” says Magpie.

There is Creator God, our sky Father known as ‘Baiame’ in South Eastern Australia who placed the ancestors here on this land a very long time ago to care for the animals and the bush so that there would always be plentiful of food for all First Nations people to forage and eat.

To Dreamtime story where the Rainbow Serpent came from under the ground and when she travelled along the land her body formed mountains, valleys and rivers.

Look and see, Kookaburra laughed in warning there’s going to be some sorry heads in the morning. Kookaburra laughed in sorrow as magpie to sang a sorrowful melody for the bush birds had seen and the stories had been shared of how the numbers of the First Nations Peoples all over the Australia-land had been decreasing substantially over the past few centuries, for many reasons and one being that white mans foodstuffs and entertaining substances just were no good for the health of the First Nation’s people.

The men shooshed the birds, to not spoil our enjoyable evening with your laughing at the wrong hour, for there is no rain today, and we will not have you rain on our Garabara parade.

Magpie flew over to Kookaburra’s gumtree and sat on the long branch and began to say, “There has been talk around the clansmen communities that too much consumption of white man’s food and drinks can result in premature death and long term sickness with eating foods that are not helpful to longevity of life for the countries peoples but quite disruptive to their native bodies.

This white fella food ages this lot quickly. Sometimes they go into town for healing but don’t come back to camp. For a long time the First Nations people looked after their bodies without great effort for the natural tucker foods of the bush helped each person maintain one’s body like a fine-tuned instrument so that it worked in sync with the land, their healthy bodies keeping the land’s production abundantly healthy to provide for fruitful provisions for their people, the animals and the bush, maintaining a cycle of life for longevity for all who reside on this great southern land.”

“These days one sees less numbers of the men growing old and recognised as elders with their long beards and wrinkly aging skin. Uncles that once would normally have witnessed many generations within the clan.”

“Do you really think it’s all that white fellas staple foods. Too much white foodstuffs; what do they call it sugar, flour, bread?”, asks Kookaburra.

“Yes,” Magpie says, “I’ve had my fill when it has spilled on the ground, it does taste good; a white granular sweet sticky substance wet from the morning dew, and the white doughy chunks of soft spongey blobs and shapes that my beak likes to tear apart and I gobble it down. It fills one for a bit but it doesn’t last long, one is hungry again soon after. Not like a good old morning feed of grubs that will keep me going to lunch time even late afternoon nearer my dinner time.”

Magpie continues, “And those smelly smoke sticks going up in the air with their pungent odour, not like the aroma of burning gum and eucalypt leaves at fire time. And what is that they drink that makes them behave like lyrebird, imitating each other and laughing and clowning around like boxing kangaroo and emu. They are too tired the next day to do any activity to keep the bush healthy. What will we do if a big runaway fire rips through and cleans out our feeding grounds because there has been no controlled burning for a long time? For generations the clansmen have cared for the land by selective burning of land areas and allowing and encouraging flora regrowth for our sustenance and their own.”

Kookaburra agrees too of what he has seen and heard, “what shall we do we can not let this continue for the First Nations Peoples care for the land management always provided us with a safe home to fly and roam with plenty of fodder. I haven’t gone hungry yet, but I see the grasslands growing over abundantly and I certainly don’t want the fires racing through here leaving nothing in its path and nowhere for me to land and rest. With so much gone by the wayside in this new way of entertainment of drink and tobacco, do you think each Mob remembers when to start the fires to clear some of the bush to allow for clearing of the old trees and enable new growth from the native dropped seed pods for new shelter for us animals and plentiful food for future seasons?”

“More so,” Magpie says, “even if they remember, do they want to wake from their sleep and carry out the work that has been done for generations in the past for everyone’s benefit and wellbeing or are they having too much fun lazing around in the sun and shade like goanna, with their tummy full of drink?”

We have to warn them not only for their longevity but ours too. I have laughed and laughed my sorrowful tune but they don’t seem interested; they don’t want to wake up to the warnings.” says Goo-goor-gaga.

Magpie says, “we will have a corroboree of our own with all the animals from east coast to west coast like to the Gubbi Gubbi people on the South East coast, north up to Arnhem land to south Nunga land and Pitjantjatjara the middle deserts regions coming together to make a plan.”

Snake was listening down below and hissed, “that’s a lot of animals meeting in one place!”, his body quivered “I don’t want to be stepped on especially by emu or cassowary’s big feet and I don’t even want to think that kangaroo might just jump straight on top of me as he’s passing through.”

Magpie and Kookaburra looked at each and made some song and laughter at the thought of snake dodging all those feet to avoid being stepped on a little too much at a big animal meet-up, though they admitted yes that’s too many in one place plus all the long travel. Slow old sleepy Wombat probably would still be traveling to the meet-up whilst everyone was heading back with the news of what to do about the problem.

Between the three of them, snake, kookaburra and magpie, it was decided a message would be sent out through the bush communication line to gather locally to discuss the problem. All animals should meet-up in the part of the bush and land where they hold country community with the others, where they live amongst the clans to discuss what they have seen and how they believe they can help and overcome the problem for the animal warnings sounds just weren’t working like in the ancient times. Then at the end of the first month of spring a select few from each area will meet at the sacred landmark rock Uluru and present the ideas shared and spoken of in their larger group communities before the smaller spokes-creatures group meeting from North, South, East and West on country discuss best plan of action to ‘stop the rot’; the disintegration of the Mobs nationwide.

Once agreed upon what directive action to follow the bush committee members will head back to their bush town homes and share among all their communities this is the plan of action we the animals take and follow to awaken the First Nations people into action of their care and management of land and self for everyone’s wellbeing and longevity of life and future generations.

Kookaburra and Magpie went to their families to spread the word sending out members in each direction of the plan to the neighbouring communities to reach far and wide all creatures to discuss the animals futures and the humans given to be caretakers of this vast country known as Australia.

They were to ask and see if the other animal communities are witnessing the smaller group numbers of First Nations People as they sit entertaining each other with the poisons of drink and pungent smoke instead of corroboree dance and Dreamtime storytelling.

Any animal they passed along the way they sent out the bush line message, “tell your kind and cousins and all you meet of the special meeting down at the billabong next week.” Snake too slithered along at the birds first onset of flight from the tree branch, he too communicated the message too all he came upon. “See you at the Billabong in a week,” he said to goanna, kangaroo and wallaby too. “Don’t forget to tell the animals you meet along the way that it was heard in the Big City along ‘Maiwar’- the winding brown snake river of the Turrbal and Jagera people that the Aboriginal population has dwindled to less than 4% in year 2023 of the 26 million people living on this great big southern land according to government statistics,” said snake as he slithered under a rock for he heard the foot stomp of man coming near, “I do not want to be someone’s dinner tonight.”

“Don’t forget to tell the animals you meet along the way that it was heard in the Big City along ‘Maiwar’- the winding brown snake river of the Turrbal and Jagera people that the Aboriginal population has dwindled to less than 4% in 2023 of the 26 million people living on this great big southern land according to government statistics,” said snake as he slithered under a rock for he heard the foot stomp of man coming near, “I do not want to be someone’s dinner tonight.”

The message travelled far and wide, it travelled everywhere to the Cape of Tribulation up to Arnhem land via Alice Springs, over to Broome and Monkey Mia and the furthest eastern part of this Mainland, Byron Bay and even down to little Tasmania.

All the animals searched each other out from the lands of the Billabongs to the creek ways and larger rivers and out to the sea to find out what messages have been occurring amongst the many country men.

Willy Wagtail shared she overheard a little Gubbah (white one) who they call auntie sometimes sharing with a brother in Creator God’s family at a big-sound event where there were many of his cousins, aunties and uncles performing their musical gifts and talents in the Turrbal and Jagera peoples city venues of Meanjin (Brisbane) for a three day festival. This big-sound in song and music was of shared personal life moments and lessons and the old stories of the dreaming.

The little one shared they were all beautifully gifted and there was so much joy in the room from the wonderful sounds as they shared and presented their talents, hard work and history on the stages to the small number of patrons in the room. She said, “it was a shame that more of the Mob and community had not come along to see a larger presentation of First Nations performers this year at this annual festival. They were all so wonderful and so many missed out seeing how good they all were presenting their song and dance, playing the didgeridoo and boomerang clapsticks. There was Eddie Mabo’s niece who shared the story of her Uncle who fought for the countrymen’s rights, yet it didn’t stop at that, she had a beautiful singing voice and was magnificent up on stage. Her set was too short for that outstanding performance.”

This little Gubbah shared too that there is a new bridge that looks like a big boomerang across Maiwar connecting Southbank Grasslands to George Street, Meanjin where sits a lovely busk of Uncle Neville Bonner. He was the first of the Uncles to enter Federal Politics. Uncle always kept lots of $1 notes in his wallet when he visited the Aboriginal Land Reserves like Cherbourg to give to the kids on his arrival. They flocked to him.

The animals began their meetings with ‘We the animals need the traditional custodians land management and care for flourishing fauna and flora and plentiful food for all. Does no one see this or understand this?’

Stories were being collected far and wide.

From Tasmania came, “We cannot allow the natural caretaker First Nations inhabitants to dwindle to a few like what happened in Tasmania where from stories of old the last full blood aboriginal passed along to spiritual ancestor resting place back in 1876, a woman I hear.”

‘The Aboriginal camps have been getting smaller and smaller for way too long; the loss of the caretakers of this land through the early black wars of the new found settlers and the trading and consumption of the British fare and its Europeans goods and wares is leaving us animals with few who still care about the land and have focus on our survival and theirs.’

‘The numbers dropped too out here in the bush when the taking of the children into white fella camps as the new settlers attempted to civilise the Aboriginal clans into British way of life and dull the traditional Aboriginal cultural ways and grow them into a more domesticated European way of life.’

Through Willy Wagtail who sits and darts quietly along the fence lines listening to the chattering of the humans of all colour and kind; it appears the stolen children generation didn’t happen alone to the Aborigines of this vast mainland, it happened too many who lived on this land and the big cities from all walks of life, rich and poor, black and white.

We the animals have to awaken the traditional custodians to what is harmful to their lifestyle so they don’t disappear altogether, for this will be harmful for us animals. Do they forget when one is sick it affects everyone. Do they forget to be free and well they must continue with the lessons of the Elders in their care of self and family and not just focusing on their entertainment, they must remember Creator God who brought them here. Do they not know that spirit drink does not love them, it exhausts them and makes them sick; that their children are waiting on them to quit the harmful drink and get rid of this substance abuse and love them.

We the animal kingdom need to remind Mobs the great Creator God Baiame and how He gave them dominion over us animals and to care for us so they can get back to what is healthy for them and resulting in what is healthy and good for us animals.

Uncle Vince Ross reminds us that, “I know that God is worshipping in spirit and in truth and our mob have practiced that for a long time and continue to do so today”.

Perhaps the First Nations people need to be reminded of the Creator God our Sky Father to help get them back on track; how He gave them to care for all us animals so they can get back to what is healthy for them, resulting in what is healthy and good for us. Some have fallen to the wrong spirit practices in more ways than one; this is not helpful for longevity of life. Maybe they need the reminder of God’s sustaining in their life when law customs and ceremony were more prevalent in their communities, when God’s Spirit was at work revealing His creation to them. As some have said, “a reminder of the love and grace of Jesus as He walks around the land, seeking to bring health and freedom to all people”.

Maybe Sky Father can help them to quit this indulging in the deadly spirit drinking?

Maybe if they ask Sky Father to help and intervene in this troublesome deadly spirit drinking, this harmful substance abuse against the body, maybe Sky Father will help them to see that consulting and speaking to their ancestral spirits invites trouble that lingers on stronger as generations come along and they need Sky Father’s help to put these troublesome ancestral spirits back to bed in the place He has provided for them.

For consulting their ancestor family spirits may not be their beloved member but a troublesome familiar bad spirit, one of the many spoken of in the Dreamtime stories. For when a loved one passes away their living spirit goes home to Sky Father and no longer roams the Mainland or Islands.

Maybe seeking forgiveness from Sky Father that in the error of seeking ancestral spirits the tribes could not distinguish between the good and the mischievous wicked spirits and so this unawareness has resulted in spiritual defiling of family clans and harmful effects upon the mobs in community in some form or another like increased lawlessness in community.

Kookaburra says, “I see the most High and sovereign Creator God, the Sky Father Baiame help is needed to right the wrongs, to remove the harm so that the trouble stops and healthy bodies may reign again and more importantly healthy happy and at peace families, and no wicked spirits like Mokoi loosed to steal the children away at night. They need to see it too.”

We certainly don’t want to find ourselves in this situation where a young Aboriginal boy said to his Christian Aboriginal Father, “What is God like?” Father replied, “I don’t know we have forgotten.”

Maybe Sky Father (God) Baiame can help them Mobs quit this indulging in the deadly spirit drinking, making everything good again.

Yes, God is good.

Pray Yourself

February 28, 2025March 1, 2025 / worshipintruth1 / Leave a comment

PRAY YOURSELF

By all means do seek the Body of Jesus Christ through fellowship for prayer in all things, for Jesus says when two or three are gathered together I am there with you

Jesus says, “Again I say to You that if two of you agree on earth concerning anything that they ask, it will be done for them by My Father in Heaven. For where two or three are gathered together in My name, I am there in the midst of them.”

– Matthew 18:19-20 (NKJV)

Yet one does not always have another member of the family of Jesus Christ with them, though Jesus is always with us, and the Holy Spirit equips us with what to pray with our groans, pains and tears.

Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings that cannot be uttered.

– Romans 18:26 (NKJV)

Yet more importantly one should learn to seek and petition God the Father in Jesus name and His authority and power at any time of the day or night to overcome one’s trialling situations more quickly. In these times of great pain or sickness, I find recovery much quicker petitioning all three, God the Father, Jesus Christ the Son, my Lord and Saviour and the Holy Spirit then just letting it be and waiting for it to pass. It is written pray without ceasing.

Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. – 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 (KJV)

The second-best advice I ever received on prayer was the words spoken to me

“Pray Yourself”.

I was attending healing sessions at one of the local churches for my Dad who had been diagnosed with cancer, I guess in ways standing in the middle as an intercessor with the other members of the body of Christ seeking Jesus for my Dad’s healing, wellbeing and deliverance of the situation presented.

This particular pastor was known to have a large following with his healing ministry, so I went to partake in the healing prayer process with one who had been ministering for decades to the church people.

From this I learnt that I didn’t need the church or the pastor to pray to God for big things and learnt to petition the Father and Jesus in many more areas in my life and the life of the communities as I sat in my room. I too had already for decades been praying to God the Father for big outcomes in my young childhood years as I lay on my bed, without going to church or a priest.

Jesus says, “But when you pray, go into your inner room, shut your door, and pray to your Father, who is unseen. And your Father who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. – Matthew 6: 6 (NKJV)

From my own prayer life when praying for others I learnt if everyone is asking the pastor to pray, your prayer request could be at the bottom of the list and one day may drop off when there is still the need to overcome. I find too one gets very tired when praying for the multitudes as one too comes under spiritual attack as one intercedes for break throughs for the many, resulting in one becoming too exhausted at a critical time in one’s own life to target the situation afflicting them with the praying without ceasing to shut it down and win the particular battle at hand.

Praying with one’s whole heart for those we love are heart felt cries and you know God hears us. There is strength in those prayers, especially if one can dedicate more time in prayer to the family member then perhaps what a priest could in his daily workload of hopefully praying for the greater community.

Such a practice of praying for situations myself has upheld me in my greatest times of need and spiritual afflictions targeted at me from the enemy.

For it is during these trials when I am in the greatest persecution and suffering of the devils and witches firing their arrows that I have learnt to pray without ceasing, petitioning the Heavenly Father in Jesus name to remove the spiritual entity that is making me quite ill, learning to rebuke the situations In Jesus name more and more. One time I heard “I fought death tonight”.

We as Christians underestimate the devils trials in our life. Satan came at Jesus more than once, and when the Devil’s tricks failed during his forty days of temptations directed at Jesus who was full of the Holy Spirit and in the wilderness, Satan did his darndest to destroy Jesus at the cross. Satan thought he had won this time. Same as with you and I, Satan will not stop persecuting us, the devil wants us to quit and give up. It is written the devil comes to steal and destroy.

Jesus says, “The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. – John 10:10 (NKJV)

Jesus also states, “I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.”

Which do you prefer, then hold fast to Jesus and all that He offers and the promises of God.

Keep going no matter how tough it gets, with each time that you overcome it gets easier; the persecution doesn’t stop but yes each time it gets easier and one overcomes more quickly each assault targeted at a believer.

When I am in these dire circumstances, I am the one immediately in the suffering and the trial, usually the majority of the spiritual warfare assaults of an unseen spiritual affliction do make me ill and lay me up on my bed, including trying to prevent me from going about my business.

From unseen spiritual bands placed upon my head that cause great pain and block one’s thinking and clarity of thought, a shadow on my back that has me getting up to vomit in a chain of moments from the perpetrator targeting the creature thing on my back, the assault on the right-hand side of my face that resulted in Bell’s Palsy; this took ten days to heal and the paralysis was gone through prayer without ceasing, every hour and waking moment, I did not stop till my upside down smile was back right way up. I will seek healing and deliverance from all the spiritual assaults targeted at my body. ( I am fortunate and blessed that God the Father has gifted me with a form of discernment that when an unseen entity lands upon me, I can feel it and at times the restrictions it has placed upon my body and thought processes. I also am able to discern whether my illness is natural or supernatural and is the result from afflictions by the things that are unseen of a spiritual nature.)

With each moment that I endure of the affliction that causes me grief or debilitation I keep praying till I have relief. I hate being sick and so I keep petitioning God the Father until I have recovered again. It is the reason that it is good and beneficial for the believer to continue to pray without ceasing in the trial for others may not be praying as much as you would like. Especially if a demon is hammering you on your bed with painful afflictions and you are in the midst of a spiritual battle there and then, it will be your prayers and cry’s to Jesus that will deliver you more quickly, then the one at church who you asked to pray for you. Yes the prayers of the believers join with yours but your time of need may not be at their specific prayer time, even at two in the morning when your prayer chain maybe sleeping. When I’m under attack I don’t wait for everyone else’s prayers to cover me (with the exception of Jesus), I go to battle there and then wherever I am to shut down what is trying to knock me off my feet. I trust the Holy Spirit to equip others to pray if it is necessary, and at times have asked the Holy Spirit to equip a church member to pray for me at the same time.

A good example of this, was in October 2021, [mind you I began drafting this essay in January 2020, a reminder that the enemy will make one so busy and slow one down & block the work required if one lets it, a reason why I can share this 2021 experience (and now it is Sept 2023 & I am editing this essay to get it ready for the blog, that I only now uploaded February 2025)] whilst at work a known aggressor was standing back-to-back with me in the work cubicle; I had prayed against this one’s spiritual assaults many times over the years. Eventually I started to get very nauseous from her attacks and I started to pray to the Father that I was under spiritual attack and I needed help. This one was upping the ante of her assault and I was getting weaker and struggling to stand, though I kept praying saying help me God and I was rebuking the situation in Jesus name and seeking the Father’s discipline of her assault. I was close to hitting the floor; I kept praying, singing and rebuking the assault to keep my legs from going out from under me, fighting to stand against this one’s spiritual assault. A customer I was serving at the time, was acknowledging I needed to get off the counter as I was not looking well, I was also praying that God would reveal to this customer who was concerned about me what the other staff member was doing to me. The customer left my counter and walked the length of the shop to advise the supervisor that I wasn’t well and needed to get off the counter. As soon as I finished serving the caring customer and another one after that I left the presence of one I deem a witch who was standing less than a metre behind me, back to back. I went and served from another register and began to recoup and get well so that I could continue on with the day’s work. (I guess this whole event happened over a twenty-thirty minute period on the shop floor; it can happen quickly and if one doesn’t stand one’s ground one could be leaving work in an ambulance.)

If I had not begun petitioning the Heavenly Father in Jesus name for healing and deliverance and disciplining of the one coming at me at my detection of the start of their assault against my person, I would have hit the ground and been unable to continue in my work shift and may not even been able to drive home. Another moment of similar spiritual assault is shared here in the witches in my workplace moment as shared in my eBook #CalledtoStand.

The more time I spent with the Lord in topping up on His energy and empowerment, I realized they were coming and stealing this from me. I now understand the term energy vampires. This was so prevalent during my shift at work on the day I had tickets to the ‘Triffids Tribute Concert’ at The Brisbane Powerhouse. I bought my ticket weeks ago, though I didn’t share with anyone that I was going. I have found in the past if one speaks of an event, then someone is all too willing to throw a spanner in the works. Often this dark world finds out and knows where I am headed at times. Was this one of those occasions? God knows where I am at all times. I don’t feel the need to share my days’ plans with everybody. If I do it is for courtesy reasons. I went to work in good health, by the end of the shift I could hardly stand literally. I had a place to be tonight. I could not wait to get out of the working environment and start my recovery. Most of my shift I had my back to the rest of the CSR staff and the surrounds due to being placed in aliquoting and courier transfers in this section in pathology. The other CSR members are to place the required samples behind me, so that I can aliquot the work as it is receipted and prepped on initial entry to the laboratory. For somewhere between six to eight hours that day I had a specific CSR member (note, one who God had revealed I had worked with before in the bank and He brought to mind a specific event that happened in this suburban city branch), rushing up behind me as she placed many racks of blood sample tubes on the counter beside and behind me. I noticed initially in the morning that she was coming right up close to my back which was not necessary. She was obviously playing her witchy games (TONE, that I am all too familiar with). I acknowledged it as just another one of her tormenting games. I could feel force each time she did this. By halfway through the shift I could feel the strength of the force rushing up behind me and being quite strong, throughout the afternoon the force and speed was increasing. It was like the strong wind of a truck that rushes forcefully at you as it drives past. I was feeling weaker. I handed the situation to the Lord each time and questioned what was going on. By the end of my shift I was ready to go home and was questioning whether I was going to make it out tonight, even be able to drive home. I suspected that what had been happening all day with the increase in power and speed from this woman, was that she was stealing the energy and power source that God topped me up with daily to get me through this oppressive environment, through my discipline of spending time with him in silence waiting and being. This can be quite substantial considering what I have to go through each day. It felt that she had taken everything and zapped me of all I had and left me with nothing. I trusted the Lord and knew His outcome of the situation will be the prevailing one, no matter how it all appeared. I drove to my mother’s home, showered, and asked her to wake me if I was not up by a certain time. Then I rested on the couch for the next two to three hours silently praying for deliverance and strengthening…My faith and trust in God that afternoon and evening and my spiritual disciplines, got me to the event where I was purposed to be at with many messages transpiring on this night. Especially the one where I heard, “you fought death tonight.” Oh my God, you make me weep, with how much you keep saving me and with those you place around me to help lift me and continue me into perseverance. Many things happened that night, I told God before I left home, I would need a chair at this standing event as I was too weak to stand up the whole night. Not long after my arrival all the patrons received a message from the convenor that the gig was being performed in another room due to the number of people and the standing event changed to a seated event.

In my suffering I know the time and the position of the pain and sickness, this too is usually a good indication of the weapon the enemy has targeted at me.

In the middle of the night when I can be under the most debilitating spiritual assault, it is not really an option to wake another Christian from their slumber and say can you pray for me right now. Yet Jesus says He is there in our suffering, and so I do pray without ceasing to the Father and Jesus until I have found relief. I also know when the relief has come and therefore I know when I can reduce my prayer petitioning of the moment.

In praying myself I have learnt to speak rebukes in Jesus name and authority to shut down that which is targeting me to make me ill or even to antagonise me in situations in the enemies desire to stir up trouble. I rebuke situations because I recall when Jesus wanted the waves to stop He rebuked them in the story of ‘Jesus calms the Storm when the waves beat into the boat’.

(Jesus) asleep on a pillow at the stern of the boat. And they awoke Him, “Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?” Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace be still.” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm. – Mark 4:38-39 (NKJV)

I have learnt to quietly and silently sing on my bed songs of praise to Jesus to quieten and silent the pain or feelings of nausea as the symptom slowly dissipates with each prayer and song of praise.

(a tell-tale sign that one’s suffering is a spiritual affliction is that when one gives God the quiet time in song and the negative effects of your symptoms start to subside, then its spiritual. Don’t stop until the oppression is gone, if symptoms begin to flare up again, hit them with more songs and Praises to Jesus Christ, hallelujah’s and a few rebukes. On odd times the pain may get worse for a moment & then subside as this is when the aggressor doesn’t want you to know your prayers are working to shut down their assault, so they come in harder for a moment but soon one’s persistent prayers have the advantage of what is antagonising you. (Placing one’s hands over the affected area also help to block areas being spiritually targeted.)

I have learnt that much of my sickness and suffering is spiritual wickedness that is at hand and comes to attack my body and make me ill from those who practice in the occult in our communities.

I have learnt to petition the Father for quicker healing and seeking Jesus healing and delivering presence over my suffering body, then laying there in the symptoms just waiting and being. Remember in six days God created the world with the spoken word, so too we can speak and use our authority in Jeus Christ and call upon Jesus name.

I have learnt to petition for deliverance, strengthening and empowerment of overcoming during these trials. At times when the aggressors just keep coming at me and I am annoyed at their assaults I ask the Heavenly Father for disciplining of that which is coming at me. Remember The Father disciplines those He loves, therefore a win-win situation for all concerned.

Jesus says, “As many as I love I rebuke and discipline. Therefore be earnest and repent. Revelations 3:19

Through prayer I have been able to attend work the next day, when under severe spiritual assault at two in the morning (2:00am) has made me so ill that I thought I would be phoning up sick at the first opportunity.

Praying without ceasing, I have attended courses and got out of bed with the Lord Jesus help when struck with serious debilitating illness and no strength at critical times when I needed to be where I had to be otherwise a no-show meant automatic failure of the course.

By speaking into my situation in ‘rebukes in Jesus name’ and seeking the Heavenly Father’s disciplining of the spiritual assaults and through quiet singing of songs of praise and adoration and prayer petition to The Father, Jesus Christ the Son and equipping of the Holy Spirit for my deliverance, healing, strengthening in prayers without ceasing. I recover much more quickly and suffer less than if I just laid there in my suffering waiting for the afflictions of the pain of illness to pass.

Therefore, pray for yourself, your deliverance could be only hours away instead of two weeks, three months or even death.

As an afterthought:

These days when one asks me to pray for them I will offer up prayer there and then in the place we stand and then from that time onward, a moment here, a moment there or when and If I remember.

By the next week I have forgotten to pray for the situation for my many other prayers have come to the fore and crowded some others out.

I don’t tend to jot the prayers down as I believe it is better to not let Satan and his workers know what one is praying for; less hindrance, interference and antagonism from the enemy resulting in quicker answers and results to the prayer.

This was a big battle win for me for a decade or more when I was praying deliverance for some pretty big sectors and groups. God would let someone drop a word and I knew what it meant based on my prayer targets. I knew we were winning the battles in a very significant way. Stupid me, I began to share how God was answering prayer and then Satan upped the ante and sent in his workers to wear me down and put out my fire. It worked, I still prayed but not to the critical battle plan I had before, I was becoming exhausted. Now it is even worse, in October 2020, the enemy was targeting my brain in ways I could not fathom over a two week period at about the same time each morning. I kept taking this to God, saying what are they doing? It affected my short term memory and I am now forgetful in this area that it would pay for me to write prayers down. Yes God can heal this situation, I am not in a hurry. I miss the abundance of the Holy Spirit’s guidance and infilling of what to pray for the way I did for such a long time and so full of the Spirit. Hold onto it when you are in this place for Satan will send in lukewarm Christians and you will think that it is ok and it won’t be. I guess it took less than three years for this one to wear me down and tire me out and I can’t get that prayer life back, along with a big specific prayer battle for life that began in December 2019 & ended January 31, 2020.

Do not quench the Spirit. Do not despise prophecies. Test all things: hold fast which is good. Abstain from every form of evil. – 1 Thessalonians 5:19-22 (NKJV)

I still pray, and God the Father has given me one word to pray for and I realised that one word encompassed everything else that I would pray for the greater good of the people and especially the children.

I do pray daily community and communal prayers for many and for many situations, like the many suffering from addictions, mental health, blessings in the community and family of Jesus Christ, equipping for the many in their situations, peace and understanding in their trials and unity in the Holy Spirit and many other topics that are laid upon my heart.

I believe that if I am praying for individuals overcoming and healing in many situations and Jesus is praying for the people too, then if the third person (the seeker) asks for what they NEED then Jesus and the Father will address the situation more quickly for the benefit of the greater body of Jesus Christ.

Now too I pray the prayers of the bible like the believers prayed as in Acts 4, stating to God what is happening and seeking an answer and like in 2 Peter2 opening the eyes of the believers so they can see and acknowledge the false prophets, church members and wolves and guard their journey.

“Now Lord, look on their threats (they forbid the Lord Jesus name be spoken) and grant to Your servants that with all boldness they may speak Your word by stretching out Your hand to heal, and that signs and wonders may be done through the name of Your holy servant Jesus.” Acts 4:29-30 (NKJV)

Yet these trials equip one to be ready and to overcome as the moment the enemy starts attacking one learns to overcome more quickly through prayer and petition and using what Jesus has equipped one with, His authority and His name.

In the beginning when one is being sifted so to speak it is the worst thing in the world, yet when one overcomes the trial (until the next one) it seems like it was nothing.

Prayer authority discipline :

I have made prayer sheets and used the decoupage imagery to help me pray.
I have used a prayer dish with objects to aid in remembering prayers for others.
I sing hymns from books and the Holy Spirit will give me words to pray as I sing out a verse or chorus and I will slip these prayer words in with the melody of the song.
Sometimes I will portion twenty minute intervals in a two hour prayer session where I sing for twenty minutes and then I sit in silence and wait on God the Father for word or enjoy the peace of God’s presence or quietly pray what is on my heart; this then results in three times twenty minutes of song and three times twenty minutes of being in the silent places with God the Father, Jesus Christ the Son and the equipping of the Holy Spirit.
Be aware of the distractions that will interfere with one’s prayer life that aids one in winning the battles in many areas of life and for those one loves.

This I know I should have been doing when my Mum was having a major life or death operation. I sat in the hospital chapel and prayed for 90 minutes though I could have prayed all day, yet I had to move the car to avoid a parking ticket. Mum made it through though there were complications that I believed shortened her life span as the situation was not completely mended.

I trusted God with Mum’s healing and was aware of the spiritual warfare that goes on in the hospital. There was much that I saw and acknowledged as I exited the door from the chapel. What I saw made me think my Mum was having difficulty in the operating theatre. I later realised that one more intercessor in the hospital all day would have shut down the spiritual warfare coming at my Mum and aided the surgeon more greatly. I should have left my car where there were no chances of parking tickets and walked up and then there would have been no distraction. If I had prayed all day in the hospital vicinity it would have aided many more in the battles that come at so many of us. My Mum was around for perhaps another eighteen months, and again I believe this too should have been longer. Yet I speak of this in my eBook ‘Called to Stand’ under the heading ‘the final demise of my mother’.

I am aware that the spiritual wickedness will cause havoc in the operating. One hears moments where the surgeon knife slipped and caused damage and complications for life.

It is very important for one to learn to seek in prayer God the Father with Jesus name, authority and power and petition our God and Saviour to aid in our deliverance and healing so that we overcome our situations more quickly time after time. Growing and building on our communication, trust and belief that God will and does right the harm being thrown at us time and time again understanding that such petitioning in prayer minimises one’s suffering, for Jesus did come to equip us to overcome and so that we may have life more abundantly. We are called to overcome as it is written many times in the Book of Revelation.

I believe spiritual battles require everything one has got to win and overcome. Not a prayer here or a prayer there, yes the arrow prayers help and work, but if one has half of Satan’s army coming at you and those you love, you want to be praying to God without ceasing to send them to the place He has prepared for them for Judgement Day.

Remember what you loose on earth, will be loosed in Heaven

What you bind on earth will be bound in Heaven. (Matthew 18:18)

In this I have found I am fighting battles that family and community members are loosing in their occultic playgrounds and the choices they made to seek out that which God the Father said to stay away from. The battle in 2019-2020 was of a family member seeking a cult that not only was endangering my sibling’s life, but that of their family and mine. I had to step up to pray to save my own life for the wicked practices this cult uses was sucking life out of me through my connection with this sibling. Yet not just my life but I could see the same afflictions in other members in the community. For the benefit of our communities this battle had to be won.

Ask – seek – knock; keep asking, keep seeking, keep knocking until you have the abundant life Jesus came to bring us.

Ask and it will be given until you, seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open to you.

Matthew 7:7 (NKJV)

Pray with others
Pray yourself
Pray asking the Heavenly Father and finishing with in Jesus name strengthening your prayer as Jesus shared to – and the big amen at the end; So Be It Lord
Come in agreement with others, rebuke words spoken over yourself or others if you do not like the double meaning or the directive.

He (Daniel) kneeled upon his knees three times a day, and prayed, and gave thanks before his God, as was his custom since early days. Daniel 6:10 (NKJV)

Just as Daniel prayed three times a day, I try to stop what I am doing and to focus on praying the Lord’s prayer three times a day, morning – noon – and evening. If God has given one a specific time of day to pray (a daily set prayer time) then honour that given time for you may be praying at given time as others strengthening the presence of the kingdom in that given time in our communities weakening the effects of the enemy in our surrounds.

Jesus says, “But when you pray, go into your inner room, shut your door, and pray to your Father, who is unseen. And your Father who sees what is done in secret, will reward you…So then this is how you should pray: ‘Our Father in heaven, hallowed be our name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, And forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from the evil one. For yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen. – Matthew 6: 6-13(NKJV)

Lastly, if one is noticing a repetitive time popping up on their clocks or numbers that represent a digital given time when out and about town or home life, acknowledge that repetitive appearance of figures and be ready for prayer each day ten minutes or more before the clock clicks over on seeing these numerical number. Use your spiritual prayer and worship to override any attempts of enemy weaponry in our communities. A wartime prisoner who was tortured in many forms wrote in his book of the horrors of his time in captivity, yet this prisoner stated that in their locked confines they always knew when it was Sunday, the prayers and the songs of the church goers flooded out to us and the presence of the Holy Spirit filled us and gave us some clarity and lucidness from the negative effects of confusion, hallucinations and sickness from the drugs their captives fed them repeatedly.

Pray and sing without ceasing you never know who needs it. Love you all, Blessings on your and prayers for the Holy Spirit to keep equipping us with all we need. Thank You Jesus, Thank You Heavenly Father, Thank You Holy Spirit.

When I sing my praise to you I am lifted up to higher ground | Something happens in my soul When I lift my voice to worship You | When I worship You Heaven comes to me

Heaven Comes To Me – Noel Richards

Everything is not as it seems

January 1, 2023 / worshipintruth1 / Leave a comment

He laughs loudly in that deep baritone familiar sound that I have come to know so well, as it fills the air. It is the sound of his joy and elation of his new score that is just up ahead; I hear the more subtle tones of wickedness ringing through it, the echoes of harm and a reminder of what it brings; everything is not as it seems.

Little do they know he has been watching these new recruits from his vantage point; the gallery overlooking the terrace. I wonder will he let them all leave tonight? The guests are here for the transcendence party celebrations, oblivious to what they are getting themselves into. The many believe they have found some new truth, some enlightenment, a secret that nobody else knows about except them and those who have gone before them. Dagon is rubbing his hands together as he hones on each of the new recruits in their tidy group.

I have tried to warn the candidates many times prior and the many before them. They will not listen.

Dagon continues to rub is hands together meticulously, bringing union of his hands, the fingers interlock each other loosely, allowing interplay of contact where the digits lightly clasp and can connect no further to the opposing hand and then the gentle glide of the fingers begin, they trail away from their interlock only to stop just at the point where the tips meet, before they part, then they glide back to the brief hand clasp once again, repeating this motion over and over again, as if it has a calming, meditative state on his thoughts of the basket of goodies down below waiting for his pleasure senses to be indulged. It is in these motions one can perceive his mind registering with his thoughts “Which of the pick will provide me with the greatest jewel”.

The newcomers peer down into the valley, where the transcendence party is happening in the gully clearing amongst the trees on this vast woodland estate. The melodic music traversing up the hillside has caught their ears as the singer is chiming away the chorus ‘light being (boom boom) coloured one (boom boom) what’s your hue (boom boom) what’s your shade, what’s your view, are we all shimmering (boom boom) into the light of the new day. (boom boom)

There is a trance-like atmosphere that hangs in the air over the party goers united on the plainland, there is a mild sense that there is danger here, yet there are too many pleasures indulging the senses to override and hone in on exactly what that danger is; this trance like states blocks the many from acting on the need for awakening oneself for protection and self-preservation. The music continues to carry them.….boom boom

A vision captures her mind, someone she knows but does not really know, she has seen them before even spoken with this one whose image has appeared in her subconscious. Are you one I’ve observed from the many groups who have attended these party’s on the hill? She is sensing someone is in danger, is it this one, who has mysteriously appeared from out of nowhere, plopped centre in her thoughts. She begins to pray from her bedroom where she had been comfortably resting before the intrusive thought. “May the love and peace of God the Father surround you; may His protective arms shield you from any danger. My God, my God, my strong deliverer you know what this one needs in their time of trouble, I don’t know what is going on, just that I sense I need to pray for their protection. I thank you for your hand of deliverance. Amen. ”

The newcomers will mingle on this tier for a few hours as they come to know each other and feel comfortable in each other’s presence. They need to feel comfortable in each other’s presence, for the trap comes when one is trusting as they surrender to the experience and let their guard down, believing they are safe in each other’s presence, no harm will befall them.

Promises of new spiritual sight should one take the trip; they will be able to see more of the realm that moves amongst us. The newcomers believe the process has already begun for they stare in awe and wonder at what appears to be coloured souls at the party happening down on the plainland, the many dancing colours; hues of blues and greens, purple, yellow, reds, pinks, orange; the many colours that attract one’s eyes and the brilliance of shimmer and sparkle of clean souls that have not yet lost their shining glory.

I take in the sight with them all, how many times have I witnessed this before? How many times have I seen the same outcome? I get angry at this knowledge; my hands are tied you will not listen to the dangers and the warnings. When will it ever stop? My thoughts are interrupted by the movement of some in the crowd heading towards the open door of the main house to the next stage in tonight’s sequence of events. Everything is uniting within them beckoning them all to come down and join the party and go further than their first exploration on the psychedelic drugs that ignited their senses. The newcomers are full of excitement and awe and are eager to join that sight of interaction.

As I watch them file through I attune to all sounds around me, the soft chatter of the many in their small groups, the new melody and song lyrics travailing over and through the open aired terrace. It’s that song that brings me imagery of one placing a priceless pink diamond on the edge of an open palm, unprotected, unsuspecting of the eagle eyed one swooping swiftly pass and scooping the rare jewel away. Boom it is gone.

How ironic, do they know what this path of life choice is going to cost them? I guess not, otherwise they wouldn’t be here.

These mostly young folks have been offered the chance to go deeper and experience a freer form of transcendence otherwise known as an ‘out of body experience’, free floating, free exploration of the surrounds without constraints of the flesh, in what they have been told is a ‘safe’ environment.

They’ve heard their mates talking about the overwhelming presence surrounds of love encasing their being, it fills their environment; a love they have never known before in such intensity. Dagon certainly has them fooled. The group are overawed with all they see to figure out that exuding love is coming from their own heightened senses and the love they have for everyone individually in the group. This is a catch that will draw them back, to experience this again and again.

It comes from their hearts and floods their environment; a new transcendence experience seriously!

Do they not twig that this love that they feel is their own? Can they not see that the presence of so many in one confined spot allows the fruition of their natural loving state to exude and fill the atmosphere of the environment. Reflecting and rebounding the love they have for each other in natural community of humanity.

They are heading inside to the prepared room with ambience of soft lighting and gentle sounds on a comfortable floor bed to provide for a quiet relaxing intake of hallucinogenic. Everybody reacts differently, some float out easily and unguided, some will fight the process; either way, lift off has one checking their body at the door.

Slowly at first the path is dotted with one or two, here and there, yet as more escape the confines of their fleshly body with the aid of the hallucinogenic and those watcher guides who are masters at pulling the soul from its fleshly temple surrounds, the pathway becomes a travelling line of thinning and expanding sections of multi-coloured densities of beings in unity of purpose.

In this trance like state two are separated to join the patriarch Dagon. Elation fills this pair even more as they acknowledge what they already knew, that had a higher enlightenment capability then the others. The excitement to be chosen to explore further the capabilities and limits that they have is to good an opportunity to pass up.

The patriarch awaits them as they come into view and move towards him. Much is shared and spoken of the honour. These are only formalities for the big event. The patriarch is anxious to be done with the lesson, he has some more pleasurable entertainment awaiting for his presence later in the night.

This next event is his distraction, he is anxious to be there and he wants to get going on the journey. This distraction tonight is what has him do what he has never done before. Instead of separating the pair as he has done many times before, this time one of the two chosen will watch what plays out in the lesson of the one who goes first.

The patriarch and the first initiant step some metres away yet enough in view of the other candidate as the patriarch places his hands on the one who stands before him.

The other watches as Dagon appears to glow brighter and fuller; aaah the process this young man thinks, powering up for some great… his thought trails off as he notices his chosen comrade appears to be dimming in luminosity. No, No, it can’t be, as he watches the patriarch take a step back and remove his hands from the initiant, whilst a continual line of an illuminated empowered energy light streams between the initiant and Dagon without the need for touch of the two bodies. Gold light and pure white lights stars flickering from the source into Dagon like a magnet drawing power in one stream of energy pull, of the strong force reaction that’s taking place. This time “No, No,” exits candidate number two’s mouth in gasps of horror as he knows he’s up next, he acknowledges the draining of the glory of the soul, ‘the light’, the sparks of starlight flashing out from the vessel towards Dagon. Soon there is no more light, just an empty vessel that became dull and thin, lifeless even.

The sparks of life has been sucked dry, the inner body drops as it falls limp to the ground, there is no life left in it, not real life, Dagon has sucked it bare.

The patriarch turns to the second candidate who accepted the invitation to the party of three. There is nowhere to run.

Later the Watchers will come to collect the empty membrane soul casings of the pair that were once full of life and light, now just a shadow of the body they used to be.

I watch Dagon turn to head back to his sanctuary, I am shocked as always to observe the theft of golden light spewing from his eye sockets, as it cascades and hangs in the soft tear trough hollow under the eye from having more than his fill as he jampacked all that was available of this treasure into his celestial body that it could not be fully contained within.

I’ve hidden in close proximity and peered in and watch this scene many times before. If he knew I had seen this sight even once, I would not be here today. I would have suffered the same fate as this unfortunate pair.

None are any the wiser. These two are not missed. Nobody sees that they did not leave with the multitude as the soiree came to a close and the members made their way out the big gates of the private property. Not immediately anyway; two Watchers grab the last two remaining empty body vessels that remain on their floor bed from where they received the intake of the drug to set the stage for the transcendence out of body experience. No one will ever be the wiser that these two charlatans masquerading in the human fleshly bodies of these once present individuals are not who they are supposed to be. Yes, sure there will be subtleties by those who knew them well, their intimate close contacts or family members will notice changes in behaviour, perhaps even changes to the appearance of the eyes by way of eye colour or even black empty sockets. Yet it doesn’t make sense to their nearest and dearest folk, and so the questioning on what they notice in these subtle changes goes amiss. These devil Watchers make a new deceptive beginning in the world.

Later the two soul membrane casings are dumped on the now vacant silent party plainland. These casings & what little essence of them remains will absorb any remnants of soul starlight residuals that linger in the vicinity from the party celebrations. If will not be enough to return them to their former glory, yet this pair will fill out in shape dependant on the quantity of glory left behind. They will appear as shadows or sandy coloured human body shaped forms and will roam the property till the next gathering. They will watch the procession of celebrating newcomers from behind the trees, waiting for their opportunity to sneak out the gates hitching a ride attached to the outer layer of another human’s body. This is there only way out of this woodland prison.

Unbeknownst to all who attended, many of the Watchers who assisted in the process of separation of body and soul, watched and waited till the party was in full swing, as they always do, for there is no chance in getting caught or any party attendees thinking something is amiss. The Watchers know they have time to play, they move to the foyer of the many emptied shell bodies and select what they want and begin to step into these human suits. I watch them all head down the path and out the big gates. Time is irrelevant here, no newcomer would be aware that they have passed through a portal to a different realm out here; our human given hour is perhaps a week in here, though I’ve never wondered to measure it. The Watchers will head to the towns and cities and masquerade as these human identities for a while. It may be a day it may be months it may be years, it all depends on how long the multitude of coloured souls in their transcended state remain dancing on that raised hill in the gully on this private property that leads to another worldly existence, where time is manipulated.

Those who attend will invite others and the cycle continues as Dagon gets his fill.

Be Ready – Be Prepared

March 22, 2022June 13, 2022 / worshipintruth1 / 2 Comments

How often has one heard this?

Be ready to share the good news of the Gospel that Jesus loves us so much that He provided salvation, the forgiveness of our sins and gifted the Holy Spirit to lead us to all truth and whom helps us to overcome. Jesus provided the way back to our true home, God the Father’s mansion in the sky.
Jesus warned us and shared:

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I have come that they may have life, and have it in all its fullness. - John 10:10

Yet, this is not enough for some who reject God, many Christians forever cop remarks like:
“If God loves us then why are there pandemics, floods, death and suffering”; and the list goes on.
I too in the past have come up short with answers when confronted with the same questions. I have realised that as Christians our answers are based on our life experiences and our understanding of all the truths God the Father has been attempting to share with us on the journey, either as babes on milk or as we have grown to greater maturity on the walk and in His word.

It takes us a long time to awaken to the full truths of our own actions and the actions of others.

But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts, and always be ready to give a defence to everyone who asks you a reason for the hope that is in you, with meekness and fear… - 1Peter 3:15

We forget to warn of the dangers of spiritual practices that God warned us to stay away from and the implications and harm that comes into one’s life and family from such ways if we go seeking and let these harmful ways into our lives and homes.

About a decade or two ago, I was present when a young primary school child got their finger stuck in the car door. Small talk passed between Mother, Daughter and Aunty on the accidental incident including as to why the child was slow to make mention of her alarming situation. Directed by the moments in the conversation of the painful jam resulted in one, either Mother or Daughter directly posing the question, “Why didn’t God stop the finger from being jammed in the door?”; the little one looks at me (the Jesus freak) for an answer to the question and the other unspoken question, “Why would God hurt me?”

I didn’t have the words to share, yet I knew God did not harm this little one and I stated so; and many reasons and suggestions ran through my mind, yet this lack of selecting the right words to answer a small child wasn’t the only issue blocking me from providing one.
Therefore, I too believe that not only should we be equipped to share of our hope in Jesus Christ, that too we should be able to share some understanding of the harm and damage Satan’s kingdom in the spiritual realms affects us in the physical.

The majority of Christians have not studied or understood God’s Holy Breathed Inspired word or the truths and warnings He has imparted to us and the implications of that which God the Father has advised us to stay away from, including the many ways of divination involving the supernatural.
After starting to read my bible in my thirties at God the Father’s request I now can see the answer I should have presented to this young one, along with my knowledge and first-hand experience of the unseen kingdoms that move amongst us, without scaring the child. The unseen realms I was already aware of, yet had never factored in how much danger we are threatened with by the workers in Satan’s kingdom causing strife and disruption, and what we do and where we are can result in whether we receive no injury, a scratch or something more serious and debilitating.

God has protected me more times than I can count. So, I can only imagine the times I’ve been rescued that I don’t even know about. Thank you God for always being there even when I didn’t know it. amen 
(a true meme that does the rounds in Christian circles.)

It is the environment one is in and what is loosed that will affect the outcome, our freedoms and the fullness of our safety and the peace within community. Though God always delivers and restores us in so many different ways.

Mike Wittmer shares in his writings on ‘Little Foxes’ : Small details can wreck the grandest plans, so the man in ‘Song of Songs’ urges his lover to catch “the little foxes that ruin the vineyards” of their love. (2:15) He’d seen foxes climb over walls and dig out vines in search of grapes. They were hard to catch as they darted into the vineyard then melted back into the night. But they must not be ignored.

http://ourdailybread.ca/little-foxes

Therefore, make an effort to keep out and remove anything of the wicked spiritual ways of this world that come to rob one of their peace and blessings and harmonious relationships.

Therefore, ask oneself:

Is there a greater presence and invitation of Jesus and His ways and the Holy Spirit or has a parent been dabbling in Satan’s craft in the many forms of the occult presented?
(Opening doorways that their children may fall into the same trappings?)

On this particular day I suspect the parent’s lifestyle over the decades has presented imps and mischievous spirits as these unseen supernatural beings follow the family around attempting to implicate a situation of trouble or harm and even disharmony, hence the accident and injury and the battle to block the good angels providing the full protection that is necessary to avoid harm.

Perhaps with a name like Crowley, there may be ancestral familiar spirits hanging around for generations that need to be removed and sent back to the place God the Father has prepared for them, renouncing all ties and bondages. I am unsure whether my family line and blood is related to Aleister Crowley or that we both just happen to have the same surname. You know oddly, this one’s Mum also had her finger jammed in a car door and did not mention it until the driver asked after driving the length of a long street, “why are you crying and upset?”. Then she pipes, “my finger is stuck in the door.” I guess the rush to get in the car and get going does cause distractions.

In other words, perhaps there was an imbalance of good verses wicked angels presence on the scene, and that difference was enough to block the one shutting the car door to not be as careful and alert as they should have been, and a delay in pulling one from danger. For I too believe the angels sent to guard us do block so many incidences of harm targeted at us or one’s carelessness. Another consideration is that the same one had spiritual filth upon them, again this too blocks one’s thinking and clarity of tackling the care and nurture that is normally necessary when attending to young children and closing doors.

Be careful what one looses and invites into their homes from past lifestyles or present times. One must renounce all practices of divination and involvement in magic, Ouija boards, secret society’s and more, and ask Jesus into their lives and clean out that which does not belong, to aid in everything running more smoothly without mishap and gentle for outcomes.

For here in these biblical verses, we are reminded that through such divination practices the children can be harmed as shared in the ‘ Woes of Nineveh’ and In the Psalm that the daughter of Babylon who harmed children will suffer the same fate for her children. Be careful of what one has loosed, the release into one’s surrounds can be detrimental.

The woe of Nineveh, woe to the bloody city, its full of lies and robbery…because of the multitude of harlotries of the seductive harlot, the mistress of sorceries who sells nations through her harlotries and families through her sorceries…her young children were dashed to pieces… - Nahum chapter 3


O daughter of Babylon, who are to be destroyed, Happy the one who reaps you as you have served us! Happy the one who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock! - Psalm 137:8-9

It is not hard to picture a battle between the angels in the protection of God’s children. I know the Father has stepped up my angel protector over the decades, sometimes I think I have Jesus angel guarding me, the same one He had when He walked as a child on this earth. Though I do not ignore that Jesus is delivering me time and time again. There are times I feel my Lord passes through my room to check on me as the battles have become greater than what they used to be.

One can read in the Book of Daniel chapter ten, verses 10-13 (Daniel 10:10-13) that the Prince of the Kingdom of Persia prolonged a battle with an angel who was attempting to deliver a message to Daniel. The message was delayed for twenty-one days, more angels were sent to aid this messenger angel to succeed in the task of ensuring Daniel received the words.

Dependant on what one has let into one’s life and how dark and deep these practices one has delved into will affect others, just as those who walk in the Holy Spirit can bring relief to dark states.

Without checking the history and religions of the Kingdom of Persia, I gather by the statement ‘Prince of the Kingdom of Persia’ there was a demonic stronghold over the land that affected anyone who passed through, including God the Father’s messenger angel.

Therefore, know that when the Holy Bible speaks of ‘children being dashed against stone’ know that this is not God acting out this violence, this is from the demonic strongholds let into the communities from spiritual unfaithfulness to the one true God and the abhorrent ways God the Father warned to stay away from; don’t let it loose into one’s life. A reminder that by inviting the dark world of fallen angels and Satan’s ‘spirit of this world’ into one’s surrounds and not the presence of Jesus Christ, one is inviting harm instead of the safety and wellbeing presence of God the Father’s Holy Spirit.

I’m fully aware I can be affected by the oppressive spirit in others homes, including my workplace; I find I am unable to speak freely on that which should be said and often restrained in my actions in situations and ways I normally would for betterment of outcomes and needs.

If such an oppressive spirit is blocking my words, as it hangs heavy in an environment, how much more are others thoughts restrained and is confusion brought in resulting in incidents that lead to injury. Perhaps more clumsiness in movement from being shoved around by unseen beings, headaches from prodding and other phantom pains from the devilish presences in the room.

C S Lewis ‘Screwtape Letters’ shares many moments of how the spiritual darkness entities are sent on missions to spy upon us, to harm and antagonise and to thwart our blessings in Jesus Christ. I can confirm from my own experiences that C.S.Lewis was writing from his knowledge and witnessing of the unseen realms that move around us and the game play Satan’s workers use to come at us.

When we start saying no to Jesus and have spiritual unfaithfulness , then Satan’s kingdom will take opportunity and increase his presence in one’s home and life; this includes when we sin too, it becomes an invitation for Satan’s workers to encourage us further off the path and into greater oppression. One must confess Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour and some words of ‘Praise Be to Jesus Christ’ to state to this dark world you Belong to our Lord & Saviour Jesus to keep other residences at bay.

Invite Jesus into one’s home and His peace to ensure there is no room for devil spirits in the home. Invite Jesus in for a sound mind and freedom in all things; spoken words of “Praise be to Jesus Christ’ will aid in clearing a room. (Thank you Billy Ocean for showing me this. Praise be to God for your wonderful performance at QPAC and for raising the roof with four simple words.)

Be ready to share in the world today that denies God, the safety of Jesus Christ and His promises and to warn to be wary of what one lets into one’s life thinking it is safe, for the consequences can be quite harmful and destructive in more ways than one could ever image.

Guard the Church

February 1, 2022February 1, 2022 / worshipintruth1 / Leave a comment

#COPE

In 2006 I received the message to ‘guard the church’, I had no idea what this meant nor what to do about it. (I made note in my spiritual diary of the moment.) From memory I typed up a letter stating the message and handed it to a priest at one of the churches I attended. Believing that as a man of the clothe that he would have greater understanding then I do of such a nature and share it with the Brisbane Archbishop, whom I probably sent a duplicate copy of the letter to as well.

After hearing the words “I want you to study the bible for yourself.” So began the readings. Though I soon found out I was studying it too slow at my pace, the next statement was, “just read it” And so I did, taking in the same questions I had with the other chapters, yet this time not writing it all down. I soon was to acknowledge I needed to know what God’s Holy Breathed Inspired word said and to hold onto the promises of God and use the authoritative action in the many moments shared where Jesus and the disciples overcame many situations and where Jesus spoken commanded voice produced an active outcome.

Unbeknownst to me I was about to be thrown into places of high spiritual warfare and be made aware of what was going on, as Satan sent in his workers to target me with their wicked practices. It became a do or die survival plan using the tactical action plan teachings of Jesus Christ. What did Jesus do and the reliance of the equipping of the Holy Spirit. Through a twenty-year period as I became aware not all was as it seems I did as Jesus did and I invited Jesus into the situations, struggles and onslaught and testified to His workings and deliverance in my life.

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places
Ephesians 6:12
New King James Version

I could not have overcome sooner that which was being thrown at me without knowing and having some understanding of God’s word, a relationship of who God the Father and Jesus Christ was in my life and how they love and provide; knowing the promises of God and the Holy Spirits understanding of what is at hand and revelations into the truths of the situations presenting.

Lest Satan should take advantage of us for we are not ignorant of his devices.
2 Corinthians 2:11
New King James Version

Satan will persuade one to place one’s focus on topics of less importance to distract one from the true harm against God’s people and humanity and the truth of the real issues. One needs to grow in God’s word and listen to the guidance of the Holy Spirit to be aware of the distractions and Satan’s schemes and avoid the trappings and the little foxes sent out to distract one from the path and work God has set aside for us. The flat earth discussions are one example, does it matter at a time when the people are critically been targeted with spiritual wickedness and finding greater difficulties in surviving this life. Since when will the many of us find the time or the finances to navigate and record the truth of the adventure to find out.

The discussions of pharmaceuticals being placed in the witchcraft box along with the television true agendas in regards viewing material. The truth I have found is that by having the many focus on these other subject matters and the effects in the community, the many are failing to see or understand that we are all being spiritually veiled and manipulated by ways of spiritual supernatural wickedness resulting in affecting our thought and action processes, dumbing us down using spiritual entities placed upon our person, placing us in trances so that we go around in automatic or zombie mode, blacking us out momentarily or placing us in sleep mode so that our work is not done. The MK-Ultra programs are more devastating to the cruelty to mankind then a television show presently.

Though the many focusing on this topic of ‘flat earth’ are trying to wake the people up from what they state is a lie, the truth is the greater concern on our journey is that the many of us are being spiritually manipulated and veiled through the many practices of the occult in our societies and by the means of the Principalities and Powers and Satan’s hierarchy; not the distraction of whether the earth is flat or round. This in itself is more of a concern how we are being robbed of free thought and action and the freedom to be ourselves whilst they target and bombard us with spiritual filth that affects everything we do and blocks our true thought and act progressions. Even removing or numbing down the parents to being less attentive to their children’s cries from antagonism, pain, threats and sickness. In Brisbane some day-care centres are teaching toddlers yoga and this is introducing the Kundalini spirit and spiritually oppressing the children from a very young age. The ancient practices taken from the Sanskrit that are not holy or conducive to a little one’s wellbeing and whole body and mind.

Molding the children to devil spirits at a very young age to manipulate to be the puppets the powers that be want as these little ones grow. Presently through spiritual means we all are being made puppet. We are having our true thoughts and actions blocked by those who target us with spiritual filth placed strategically upon our person.

It is a necessity to seek God daily in prayer and song to have this unseen hinderances and blockages removed from our person to enable us to function in completeness as we move about our day in the freedom of who God made us to be. For example, a shadow placed on one’s back or marker placed on a positioning on the head can have one becoming forgetful and leaving the child or the dog in the car and forgetting about the beloved one for too long a time. These four disciplines practiced daily assist me in shutting down the harm and distractions targeted my way and to aid the body, mind and soul in getting back to the place of shalom, whole body & whole mind.

C O P E

Capture one’s thoughts
Oil in the lamp, don’t let it run out
Pray oneself and without ceasing
Equipped with the Holy Spirit use Jesus’s teachings

Our communities are becoming more pagan and secular year by year and the many do not understand the detriment to our wellbeing, health and relationships and over all the Nation.

Many do not realize the releasing of Satan’s practices affects the communities with an increase of spiritual filth placing heavy spiritual weights in our environments instead of releasing the light clean spirit of and practices of Jesus Christ into our environments that brings true freedom. Through the tail end of Halloween week and through to November I was visiting places daily where the people in these communities perhaps are more into the so-called secrets of darkness than the truths of Jesus Christ.

I found I was experiencing some very confronting situations in the spirit and I was struggling to understand the meaning of each event that I was being exposed to. I found as I spent the next few months reflecting on these moments in the spirit coming to mind were the parables of the Virgins and the oil lamps (Matthew 25:1-13), the parable of the ten talents (Matthew25:14-29) and God’s double-edged sword understanding based on disciplines I had practiced throughout this journey to overcome and stand where I was planted.

Capture one’s thoughts

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In the Week after his Passing

September 8, 2020September 19, 2020 / worshipintruth1

There was an extra church service during the week in celebration of someone or something; I can’t remember.

I parked in the lane way. I headed to Turbot Street and looked up to see if it was safe to cross. It is past dusk, I see a bunch of people coming towards me, perhaps somewhere a number of between 7 to 10 in the group.

I cross over the road and head through Cathedral Square that which I have always called MIM Place; a green park space.

I am now standing on Ann Street in the city across from the cathedral. Darkness has crept in and covered the city. The lights of the city illuminate the cbd’s outline and features. As I think about crossing to the other side of the road, what should I see but a male and female in their own wheelchairs pushing up Ann Street (heading to the Valley). I look at them and I wondered. I looked at the church and the lights that illuminate its grandeur. The street was still and silent and there was a sad strange numbing silence within me.

I look at the pair in their wheelchairs again, expecting them to speak to me. They just wheeled on by and I watched them, her slightly in front of him. Attached to the back of his chair was a business man’s large leather satchel bag.

I crossed over and when I got to the top of the first section of stairs, I stood on the middle platform and turned to look for them but they were gone.

(I still do not believe it, there is doubt.)

I walked into the church building with the same slowness that had carried me this far.

There were musical chairs taking place as a few of us after our individual arrivals kept changing places before the start of the service. We were in the brown choral booth area, the congregation sitting in the left side of the two booths.

Perhaps ten minutes into the service there was a late arrival.

He stood directly behind me and I noted he and the choristers on the other side acknowledged each other

During the next song he sang. I heard him behind me. He sang beautifully and I knew God had sent him and I could contain my tears no more… my face screwed up and the tears ran. I knew the choristers could see me but I continued to maintain my slight head adjustment and kept my glaze directed towards the Lady Chapel

What is going on?

First the seam in my dress ripped loudly from the bottom hem up many inches at a time when he supposedly passed. I looked at the clock on my workplace wall and I recall the odd action of the scientist on duty and their slight change in appearance.

Secondly, I could not get out of bed for days on the weekend after attending his funeral.

Coincidentally: one weekend in my adolescent years I could not get out of bed due to a sore back. I was in pain every time I woke and so I chose to seek sleep. I recall my boyfriend visiting but I did not want him to stay long because I wanted to sleep to stop the pain. Could this have been the weekend this one had the car accident and became a quadriplegic.

Coincidentally, I recall sharing my morning moment with him over the telephone of when I stepped out of bed that morning and fell straight to the floor; my legs would not hold me. He happened to share that he tried to stand up in bed this morning and fell straight to the floor. I thought how odd that we should both have a similar experience as I shared my moment after he shared his weird event.

St John’s Anglican Church
Ann Street Brisbane
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N I E C E

July 4, 2020September 18, 2020 / worshipintruth1 / Leave a comment

She is loved beyond words... Missed without Measure

Sometimes as Christians we wonder why God chooses to heal one on this earth and not the other. For there are many in this room today who have faith greater than a mustard seed and loved this Belle-bird, my niece immensely and in unity.

I believe God the Father was going to heal my beloved niece in this world. I had believed this for many decades & then God changed His mind. Not because of anything we had done. Yet because of the ways of the world. The world has been plying its trade for way too long and is no longer good enough for God’s children, His family. The Heavenly Father chose to heal her in His kingdom. I received this message twelve to eighteen months ago that her healing would be activated there. I saw in a vision Miss Belle-bird in her full beauty in shalom, long elegant body in a standing pose on the meadow of a hill with her long brown tousles of hair dancing, caught in the gentle breeze. So long ago, I now do not recall if that was a bird she had resting on her bent arm that had caught her focus or was it the movement of a dance on that hill in a soft light lemony yellow dress as the wind caught her up in the softness of the moment, moving freely & without the constraints of this world.

My favourite memory of this young woman is off her waddling around the backyard of her Grandparents home at Blackstone, lagging just a little behind her cousins and uncle of close range proximity, as they ran freely in laughter and fun chasing each other in their little posse; her in blue toddler toweling training pants, bare feet, short bob hairstyle & her bird like shining smile. Occasionally I would run behind her and lift her off her feet and place her in the middle of that small group. Most times though there was no need, they all looked after each other, including the straggler. There was the odd call, “Come on you!” from one of them, as they called her by name.

The other moment was standing at a supermarket checkout with her in my arms as I dangled a blue packet freddo frog before her. She held it. She looked at it & gave it a bit of a feel and handed it back to me. I laughed as at this time of her life she had not discovered the delight of chocolate that as a toddler she had been banned from consuming. Who gave this smiling one her first taste I do not know yet I heard one family member say her ears prick up when someone says chocolate.

My saddest memory is during a hospital visit she shared she was having her ligaments and muscles cut to lengthen them. It shocked me to know that her suffering of Muscular Dystrophy disease required such an action to prevent restrictions of stretching one’s limbs out. This may have only been a once off operation I am not sure, yet time and time again she soldiered on in her treatment & hospital stays.

I had started a year or two ago writing to my niece monthly, usually adding a tidbit about her dad. I stopped about 6 months ago and then remembered in the past two months that I had stopped. In this fortnight holiday leave from work I was going to restart. With the tidbits again. Too late! Too late! I hear and question why I stopped.

I work in an environment that robs one of their clarity of thinking and action. This is one of the ways of the world that the Heavenly Father is not pleased with: a reason why it is necessary to stay connected to the body of Jesus Christ through prayer, study of God’s holy breathed inspired word and in community of gathering together to help maintain our clarity of thought and action.

I want you to know it is never too late, there are circumstances not within our control that blocks one from doing what we could or saying what we should. God has a plan in the suffering. In Belle-bird’s circumstances and at perhaps at requests of her Nanna (in heaven watching what is going on below) to God the Father that this young woman was better off with God in His kingdom as she will have more fullness of freedom in her true home. That is not too say Ms Belle-bird’s passing did come as a shock to the many.

I had a dream in the sleeping hours of Wednesday night/Thursday morning long before I knew of Belle-bird’s passing. The dream went, an old family friend who has passed on in the last few months had restructured and tided my flower beds and back seating area. There was no reason to dream of this person or such an action. All that I could think of after hearing of Belle-bird’s passing was that it was a message from heaven, that God had indeed prepared a place for her in His garden for in my father’s house there are many rooms.

That is not all; on the evening before the morning of her passing (maybe sometime between 9 and 10pm if not later) I had not long finished my evening prayers as I sat up in my bed, propped on a pillow. I was tired and had been drifting in and out of sleep during this short pray session when I hear the words, “will you pray for Belle-bird?” Tiredness, an attitude of ‘I am done for today’ I’ve got nothing left, thoughts she has been in my prayers on & off all week and the past month that I didn’t believe a delay would be an issue. I replied, ”I will pray for her in my early morning’s prayers.” I left it at that, the voice said no more.

I did not know she was in hospital, I thought she was safe at home. If I had known I would have squeezed whatever energy I had left that evening and forced even another one minute of prayer. For targeted words in prayer can nail and overcome any problem. For decades, my first-born niece and I would up our prayers targeted at this one’s wellbeing as soon as we heard Belle-bird was in hospital. Hospitals are spiritual war zones and more prayer protection is needed for the one in the fight for life. We had heard nothing, there was no social media posts to share she was an in-patient.

The quiet spoken voice that was in my room said nothing except asked “will you pray for Belle-bird?” it did not share she was in need; it did not say I would like you to pray now. It did not say please pray now, don’t leave it till tomorrow. She is in need tonight.

I do not know who that voice belonged to, and I did not hear the owner enter my room, and I did not ask.

What would have been the outcome if I prayed on request instead of delaying, I do not know?

Is this an example of obey God, don’t ask why, just do? Trust and Obey. You don’t need to know the situation at hand but you will see the outcome if you do as I ask.

What I do know is, we are all in a spiritual battle and targeted as members of the family of Jesus Christ. It is necessary to let other family members know when one is in difficulty of any form including when one is an in-patient in a hospital. Extra prayer cover is required to strengthen and empower the one in need during a battle for life. Reread the story in Book of Daniel chapter ten where the Prince of Persia was elongating a battle with a messenger sent to give Daniel a message. Michael one of the chief princes came to help the messenger succeed in the task of getting the message through.

Ms Belle-bird’s other grandmother on her mother’s side went into hospital once and I got word of it, prayers went up and in no-time this grandmother was back home. One extra body helps to overcome in the battles that this world throws at us.

I had intentions of dropping a video to Ms B in late July, ‘The Book Thief‘ a beautiful story told in the eyes of a young girl about a village of people who overcame the odds in life. I guess there is no need now as she will more than likely meet this person personally for heaven is a place where all God’s children shine and grow and unite, where our loved ones who go before us wait till we are all reunited as a whole village once again.

Have you ever notices how Christian rarely say dead or died when speaking of a loved one? That’s because we don’t die our soul the essence of who we are heads back to the home we originated from. Our fleshly body returns to the dust, from dust we came, to dust it returns, our spirit returns to its owner too, for Christians are gifted the Holy Spirit that leads to all truth, and so it returns to God the creator of all. Our soul heads home for that big party in the sky where all heaven rejoices when another has made it home.

If you want to join the celebration, when your time comes then ensure you find and accept Jesus Christ before it is too late.

I give thanks and praise to God the Father for the devotions of my beautiful niece and a life shared in Jesus Christ and filled with the Holy Spirit.

(Many will have difficulties in accepting what I am about to share. I say this for I question and acknowledge the many ways of the world and the harm and assaults targeted at children, the constraints of this world that restricts and debilitates the many.)

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