An Unkindness of Ravens

When I was frolicking in the New Age movement (please DON’T) I took notice that a cacophony of ravens followed me-from state to state in fact, and it took me some time to realize that this was not a good thing.  Between a well meaning Reiki Master (please DON’T) led me to Doreen Virtue’s angel cards, spirit guides, and the pineal gland.  

I came to my senses when I went to her immediately after being stalked by a naked, wild haired, crazy man-and she told me I created the scenario, you know, by thinking about it.  Kind of like The Secret, but backwards.  Most of you know I went through absolute hell getting out of such ridiculousness and evil.  The day of my plummet back into Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, I phoned my sister.

She never got back to me.

The same thing happened the day I was thrown down on my knees in utter sorrow, for the Holy Spirit had made it clear-I needed to apologize and repent.  I didn’t really have a choice in the matter-on my knees for what seemed like hours, repeating over and over:

I have grieved your heart.

I had never, nor do I hope to ever feel that sadness and despair again.

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When my anxieties multiply, your comforting calms me down. -Psalm 94:19

I had been praying recently, about trying to make things “right” with my sibling.  Abba answered that prayer rather quickly, as He reminded me that even though I have forgiven her, it doesn’t change who she is.  How could I possibly move forward without an apology, or even an attempt to  talk things out?

And what would become of my authentic self and the tough road walked to freedom from people who did not have my best interests at heart.  I cleaned the closet of close friendships, and wound up making new friendships.  And although I love my sister, and dearly miss my nieces and nephew?

I broke the chains that bound me.  I can never go back.

Never.

 

Blood on Your Lies

I was, okay-okay-you guessed it-on a hike with the golden today, and we came to my favorite part of the trail, the bridge above the bubbling creek, where pup likes to grab a drink and mom watches the movement of the water. I love to make the analogy with the area of water that remains stagnant, as opposed to the water that flows with life and vigor right beside it. I have made the association with Jesus and the Living Waters-always moving, always strong, filled with purpose and direction; as opposed to the murky stillness, going nowhere, fighting nothing.

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While I don’t like to bring politics into the blogging arena, there is a time for every season, and for me? This is the season to stand up, speak out, and fight, fight, fight. Whether Democrat or Republican, Independent or Freedom Fighter/Patriot-it’s not important, nor relevant at this stage of the game. You’ve heard about the “memo,” but have you felt the plight of millions upon millions of people who have been hoodwinked, hogtied, and just plain tread upon? The statistics are bleak, so I won’t go there. But what lies beneath the memo? What are the real atrocities that have gone unnoticed because the powers that be want you sleeping, otherwise entertained and silent.

Our country and its people are waking up to the notion that Big Brother has been the enemy all along. The Elite, Illuminati, Deep State: whatever name you give them, they have deceived, destroyed and dehumanized us for long enough. Not only have we been lied to, but the plight of the children who become pawns in the game of pedophilia, human trafficking and torture. The Rockefellers and Rothschilds of this nation run the show, and the stock market proves my point. The music industry, Hellyweird, even late night talk show hosts: most of them under the mass hypnotism of MK Ultra, a fate they sadly brought upon themselves for selling their souls to the enemy.

It’s time. It is time we join the Great Awakening, as human beings who have suffered long enough at the hands of sinister energy. No time to be frightened, God has this, but we can no longer ignore the war between good and evil-I am good and angry. I roar like a lion at the seeds of treason and murder, shaking my head at the criminally insane.

They have been pulling our strings for years and years. Don’t listen to the MSM (Main Stream Media)as they want you to think you have already lost; that the world is a dark and treacherous place-thinkglobal warming, the Obama administration, or HRC and the minions who have died at her hands.

The time is here and the time is now.

FIGHT with all you have, and let no man quiet your voice.

Let’s take our country back, one broken piece at a time.

Blood on Your Lies

I was, okay-okay-you guessed it-on a hike with the golden today, and we came to my favorite part of the trail, the bridge above the bubbling creek, where pup likes to grab a drink and mom watches the movement of the water. I love to make the analogy with the area of water that remains stagnant, as opposed to the water that flows with life and vigor right beside it. I have made the association with Jesus and the Living Waters-always moving, always strong, filled with purpose and direction; as opposed to the murky stillness, going nowhere, fighting nothing.

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While I don’t like to bring politics into the blogging arena, there is a time for every season, and for me? This is the season to stand up, speak out, and fight, fight, fight. Whether Democrat or Republican, Independent or Freedom Fighter/Patriot-it’s not important, nor relevant at this stage of the game. You’ve heard about the “memo,” but have you felt the plight of millions upon millions of people who have been hoodwinked, hogtied, and just plain tread upon? The statistics are bleak, so I won’t go there. But what lies beneath the memo? What are the real atrocities that have gone unnoticed because the powers that be want you sleeping, otherwise entertained and silent.

Our country and its people are waking up to the notion that Big Brother has been the enemy all along. The Elite, Illuminati, Deep State: whatever name you give them, they have deceived, destroyed and dehumanized us for long enough. Not only have we been lied to, but the plight of the children who become pawns in the game of pedophilia, human trafficking and torture. The Rockefellers and Rothschilds of this nation run the show, and the stock market proves my point. The music industry, Hellyweird, even late night talk show hosts: most of them under the mass hypnotism of MK Ultra, a fate they sadly brought upon themselves for selling their souls to the enemy.

It’s time. It is time we join the Great Awakening, as human beings who have suffered long enough at the hands of sinister energy. No time to be frightened, God has this, but we can no longer ignore the war between good and evil-I am good and angry. I roar like a lion at the seeds of treason and murder, shaking my head at the criminally insane.

They have been pulling our strings for years and years. Don’t listen to the MSM (Main Stream Media)as they want you to think you have already lost; that the world is a dark and treacherous place-thinkglobal warming, the Obama administration, or HRC and the minions who have died at her hands.

The time is here and the time is now.

FIGHT with all you have, and let no man quiet your voice.

Let’s take our country back, one broken piece at a time.

She Talks To Angels….

Oh sweet Jesus, the news……I don’t even want to go into it, and I promised NEVER to bring politics to my blogs, so, I wanted to tell you about my experience with angels.  God got my attention, and rather quickly…..by adorning my home with angel feathers.

At first, I was suspicious.  I was going through a terribly hard time of it, and each day was a battle-meant to discourage me, I am quite certain.  I have always believed in God, always known that Jesus was love-but I can’t deny it-I wondered where He was when I fell down a flight of stairs drunk; when I developed third degree burns on my arm (neither my husband or I have any idea how this happened, and the doctors in the ER wanted to blame Dwain) where was He when I begged for mercy?  When I did so much OxyContin that I drove straight into another car, in broad daylight?  At one point, on one particular day, I yelled at the clouds:  Why can’t I feel you?  Why, oh why have you forsaken me?

I was in a dead end job, sober but not……..still using narcotics, but not drinking.  And then it happened:  a beautiful white feather in the middle of my bedroom floor.

“Must be from the down pillows,” I muttered to myself on the way out the door.

And then?  The feathers appeared almost daily……surreal, and in every color of the rainbow.  When my golden retriever died, I received a golden feather-and it occurred to me that God was indeed speaking to me.  The night after we lost him, I came downstairs to let our present dog out, his brother Jesse.  It was nine p.m. and I heard music as I opened the front door.

“Must be the chapel bells….” I said to myself.  And then it hit me like so much  air on a breathless climb to the top of a mountain.  The church bells only ring at noon and six p.m.  I ran into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks.  The pots and pans atop of our wood stove were moving, and with each movement came melodious, angelic chimes-music I hadn’t heard and haven’t heard since.  I sat at the kitchen table for what seemed like hours-the music unceasing and comforting…..I couldn’t believe my eyes or ears.  I ran up to my husband and asked what could possibly be causing this.  He is pragmatic and logical, and his answer confirmed my growing belief that I was being visited, by angels, by Dylan my golden retriever, by God.

You see, this was just the beginning.  So much has transpired in the last few years, and I can tell you this:  I am absolutely 1000% sure that Jesus is with you, with me, with every soul that claims his saving grace.  He was always with you, always.  Whilst tinkering with the New Age (a friend turned me on to Reiki and Doreen Virtue.  Numerology.  Energy.  Chakras) I was sitting at my computer on a misty day last Fall.  What I now know to be the Holy Spirit whispered in my ear, “go take a picture in the back yard.  Go now.”  I was blown away by what I saw in the camera lens (white crosses, at least ten of them) and even more awestruck when I downloaded the pictures and saw not only angels, but Jesus himself.  I have these pictures and will share them in a future blog to come.

God works in mysterious, but oh so breathtaking ways.  On this very day I received my last angel feather-this time purple, my favorite ever color.  Look for the miracles.  As a matter of fact?  Expect them.

 

 

 

Are You Gonna Go His Way?

My Lord in heaven this man is beautiful.  Remember the first time you heard of him?  As Lisa Bonet’s heroin addicted, bad ass boyfriend?  Then husband?  He was “discovered” by Tom Petty, and I bet good money Lisa went through some heavy duty self reflection after she left him.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

I won’t go into the heartbreaking details, but trust me, Lenny is a victim of the machine, and he has been cloned, chipped and is living in a bunker, underground-he sold his soul to the enemy, and now he doesn’t want to die.  THIS ACCORDING TO A VLOG I WISH I HADN’T WASTED MY TIME ON, OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD IS NOTHING SACRED?

Each and every one of us was given the gift of choice.  God doesn’t want to push himself upon us, so he allows us a fork in the road-usually after crushing brokenness, unbearable pain, and absolute defeat-that is when His children are ready, willing and able to see that they cannot, no way, no how go it alone.

We were NOT put on this earth to judge and ridicule.  Some false prophets will tell you they judge for the sake of righteousness, but please don’t be fooled!  The enemy is a slithery snake and these are the days in which we must take a stand.  Forgiveness.  Love.  Peacemaking.  Jesus is NOT an ascended master, a hallucination or a Jim Carrey meme.  He is our Lord and Savior, and he is taking his children home……..choose this day whom you will serve.  And if you get it right?  There will come a peace that surpasses all understanding.