Hear Me Out

'94. Child of God. Jack of All Trades.

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Let’s Set the Record STRAIGHT

My, oh my. 

I never thought I would be making a post like this, but I am so inspired to write, like all the time although I never do! 

That being said, I have found JESUS!

He has always been with me, although I never knew it. Through my worst and best times, I have to THANK Him!

All my life, I have been met with turmoil, tragedy, and hardship, and I was soooo close to giving up hope this past March, yet, JESUS came and SAVED ME once again! I honestly cannot believe that I was too blind to see it until now!

I guess I’d have to start from the beginning, BUT I am inspired to write about my most recent meeting with Jesus. 

Flashback, back to end of Feb/early March.

I was working full time at PNC Bank, and part time at Starbucks.

6 days a week, 52-55 hours a week and I was so drained. I was ready to give up. But I was still working so hard because I felt the need to keep myself as a work horse, so that I would make all my bills, that over time had accumulated because I was living WAY above my means. I’m kinda sad that it took me this long to see it, but I digress.

My mom has been ill since 2005. She still is, but the illness keeps on shifting in her body. She is a big ‘?’ in the eyes of doctors, and nobody can figure out what is really wrong with her! I will write more about this later on.

In February, my mother went to have 2 stents put into arteries around her heart, because they were clogged and forming blood clots and all types of crazy problems. During that particular procedure, the doctors found out that the two that were put in prior, were already incredibly clogged again, so they pushed for open heart surgery.

She went for the emergency open heart surgery, and the process afterwards was AWFUL. She barely made it ‘out of the woods’, as they call it. She was having so much trouble, but she pulled through.

During this, I was facing a very troubling time in my life. I was working so much, was so worn out, and everything going on with my mom really brought me to a low. Especially because she’s been having mental illness problems and we have never had a good relationship at all, and I guess in a way I felt guilty too because of all of that plus hateful things I have said to her in the past.

I decided to take a leave of absence from PNC but to continue working at Starbucks so that I still had money coming in, because I opted not to take any vacation time/income during my leave with PNC.

This was right before quarantine. My mother made a speedy recovery and was released from the hospital THE day that the first person with COVID was admitted to the hospital. I now see how much of a blessing it was from God, that she was healed up & released that day. (Mind you, it was a literal 180 from how she was doing..very weird, even the doctors were like shocked).

So, during the first few weeks of being on leave, I was playing video games 24/7, neglecting my college work, smoking weed 24/7, ignoring everything else in my life, and just falling down this rabbit hole of darkness, including following every conspiracy theory out there, and found myself dabbling in the New Age religion.

I remember I was meditating one day in my room, and I remember hearing from YouTube videos I was watching, that sometimes scary things can happen during meditation due to your ‘old self’ or something, and that past problems can come up, and it can make you sad, etc. 

BUT I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD COME FACE TO FACE WITH A DEMON. A LITERAL DEMON. CRAWLING ON THE GROUND, WITH THE BIGGEST, MOST EVIL GRIN, WITH SHARP TEETH CRAWLING TOWARDS ME AND JUMPED RIGHT AT ME.

I came out of my meditation so quick, was trembling, and upon doing so, I started PRAYING.

I said, PRAYING guys. I think it was the ‘Our Father’, or perhaps making the sign of the cross, or just calling out for JESUS to protect me. I thought that was when I knew I was doing wrong, however, Jesus decided to come to me in a dream just to prove His point. And let me tell you, He is GREAT at that. God will call you out SO HARD sometimes just to make sure you know that He and ONLY He is the Almighty God. And that He would NEVER, EVER let anything bad happen to His children.

Welp, Jesus visited me in a dream very soon after that day. It could’ve been the same day, for all I know. I didn’t start writing down my dreams until I kept receiving them, so my timing is definitely off a bit.

So, my dream:

I remember being in a ruined building. It looked like a war scene. The building was made of bricks, or whatever, but it was crumbling, and the top right of it was open fully. (If you’ve seen any of the Divergent movies, imagine any of the buildings in the city). The dream had an orangey tint to it. Almost like it was daybreak, or sunset. The sky opened up and there was this MAGNIFICENT light. Whiter and more pure than I have ever seen in my life. In my dream, I knew Jesus was coming. (Let me remind you that I was in NO WAY even worthy of being in the presence of Jesus, nor did I know about a supposed rapture that some believe in, nor was I walking in faith with Jesus at ALL at this time, although I knew He was real, and I had been healed in a healing mass prior, in about 2013-2014 from a broken ankle, but that’s another story for another post). I just remember DROPPING to my face, sobbing, and so upset because I saw others being lifted into the sky, and being surrounded by a yellow glow. Since then, I have quick-drawn a picture of this, perhaps I will include it. I remember being SO SAD and just DEFEATED because I saw others being ‘chosen’, and I didn’t seem to be one of them. I was on my face sobbing, when all of a sudden I was FLOODED with feelings of utmost joy, happiness, bliss, light, light-headedness, love, and overall peace! I look up, and I see a hand being extended to me. I look up further, and it is JESUS STANDING IN FRONT OF ME, AND IT IS HIS HAND THAT IS BEING EXTENDED TOWARDS ME. I will never forget that dream. I still am completely unsure of the meaning. But if I had to guess, Jesus was SAVING ME from that New Age nonsense, PROVING TO ME that He had been with me ALL THIS TIME, and TELLING ME that everything was going to be okay. This is technically the second dream that I believe to have come from a spiritual source. I still can’t believe it, but it plays over and over in my head all the time. And I know that it is Jesus doing it on purpose, because he DOES NOT want me to forget that dream.

If you’ve continued reading this far, I want to thank you for your support and your open mind to receive this message. I am still NOWHERE near worthy of being in Jesus’ presence. BUT He has since delivered me from weed smoking, which I soonafter discovered that smoking weed, although it can be argued as a good thing (can heal people, is of the earth so God must have made it, yadayada), you are BASICALLY giving demons LEGAL ABILITY to come into your life and mess it all up. Due to the fact that you are messing with God’s temple and altering the state of your true sober mind. I have been set FREE of my weed addiction (yes, I know it is not bodily addicting, but MENTALLY it is! And the sooner you can admit that, and try living WITHOUT it for a while, the BETTER OFF YOU WILL BE. I promise you that will all of my heart, mind and soul.

I’m going to give this a rest for now, but God be with you, God Bless You, and THANK YOU for reading!

[klvht]

BE AWARE OF THE DEV!LS DEVICES! #monster

[klvht]

Weird Dream

June 7, 2020 So it started out at my job, and I was working with “old enemies” from my past, people I didn’t get along with or otherwise had problems with, some from high school, etc.  I was hungry in the dream so I went to my old friend from high school ‘s house, we’ll call her Ally, because she told me to just go eat and not to worry. So I was cooking at her house and their house phone rang, and her mom answered the phone and then came downstairs and told me that her security system picked up on me moving dishes around, and she was confused on why that caused an alarm. Then a different old friend, we’ll call her Alex happened to be present who used to be interested in the occult and practiced witchcraft. There was also this ghost girl walking around the house. Me and Alex started talking to the ghost girl and she went over to a cabinet by the door and showed us an orange rope that she h**g herself with. I started talking to the ghost girl about Jesus and how He can help, and I think that upset Alex because I didn’t see her there anymore. Then all of a sudden, light shined through the kitchen windows and all of a sudden she was normal looking, completely alive and okay again. Ally’s mom could also see her now, so we knew she was alive. There was some kind of scripture or reading being read aloud and there was a word ending in “-ization” that I cannot simply remember but in the dream I remember that I was telling myself that I had to remember that reading so I could check and see if it was really scripture. I ran outside to tell Alex the good news and pleaded with her to find Jesus and we both started to tear up.  Then, Jesus came in the flesh. I remember Him smiling at me, and me thinking that he was happy with me evangelizing to people, especially those like Alex who were involved with the occult; and to people like the ghost girl who may be lost. So this is where it gets weirder... Then Jesus and I were walking down the road and he was holding my side.  He asked my why I was still doing that to myself -- motioning to the pack of cigarettes in my hand. I was at a bit of a loss for words, and started telling Him that its really hard to quit. and He said to give them to Him. So I did, and we kept walking. He was encouraging me saying “See? You don’t need them”, etc. and we crossed the street and started heading back to my house, and I was at that time kinda sad/struggling and He said all you have to do is call out to God! and I said “But it’s hard!” and He said “no it’s not, just do it!” and I shouted “GOD!” at the top of my voice. and then I started to feel better. Again, He said “See?” and we kept walking. THEN He still had His arm around my waist and ALL OF A SUDDEN, Jesus moves his hand down and grabbed my butt? LIKE WHAT IS THAT. and then all of a sudden, there was a second man there with me, which was mostly like a voice really, like I didn’t see anyone physically there but I knew there was a man there, idk it was weird.. and he was questioning “Jesus” why he did that? And “Jesus” started getting defensive saying things like “Oh, God just chalks it up to me being like a teenager, and it was just to be funny, etc.” 

and the voice/man that was there just says with the most commanding, loud, booming voice: “NO, SATAN” and then ALL of a sudden, everything changed. “Jesus” started talking with a hisssss , like a snake, and his eyes went brownish and scaly looking, and “Jesus” handed me my cigarettes back and the box turned brownish and scaly as well, and I woke up so upset. End Dream. UHHHH SO HELP??? I remember this dream so vividly, but after actually writing it down I’m actually kinda super freaked out because not only is it just a strange dream, but how coherent I was in it, the fact that “Jesus” came to me, but ended up being SATAN?! did I like actually get VISITED BY SATAN? what the HECK! Posing as Jesus?? Like what IS THIS? and then a booming voice exposing him? like was that God? Did I get visited by God too? Lord, I just pray for discernment and for you to open my spiritual eyes and ears so I can make sense of this dream and other dreams that I have had concerning destruction, hurricanes, tsunamis, aliens, abductions, vaccination checkpoints, public temperature measuring, and anything else I have forgotten. Amen.

[benjoyment]

48 Shades of Lightning  Taken from last night’s thunderstorm. (color hues are unretouched)

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A Women Gets Her Contact Tracer Certificates and Tells All

How could any of you be supportive of this???

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The Occult vs. “A Cult”

The Occult vs. “A Cult”

How many can agree that Christianity is a cult?

I thought so too, at first.

I grew up in a Catholic faith, went to a Catholic church, and attended a Catholic school. Over the years, it has changed. I have been to a few different churches, but all focused-on God.

I believe a couple days ago, that God put it on my heart to write about the occult and witchcraft, but I wasn’t sure how to, in order to get my full point across; So I figured I’d just share my journey.

As many of you know, I used to live in Salem, MA & have been visiting there for most of my life. (Shout out to Mr. Roy who had brought my father up there almost his whole life as well, R.I.P.) Don’t get me wrong, Salem is a BEAUTIFUL place, and I love it there, even til this day. The area is super peaceful, has an amazing history, and is overly beautiful. I believe that Salem is one of the centers of witchcraft, and unfortunately, I got into it too. I used to read oracle cards, use a pendulum, practice spells, create sigils, the list goes on. Even as a little girl, my parents were getting their car fixed, and there was a witch there who wanted to speak with me, for whatever reason, which now I find funny that I ended up walking down the same unrighteous path as her later on in life (but as early as 12 years old).

Let’s go back to the home that started it all... upstate, NY. I got my first pack of oracle cards when I used to live in a house built in the 1800’s; my mom purchased them for me. They were contained in a beautiful package littered with “Angel” messages, that would help me tell the future. I also had my first pendulum in that house that I purchased from a visit in Salem. It was a beautiful home, the first one my parents purchased, and we had acres of land, including and above ground pool, a separate garage/bay/barn area, chickens, guinea hens, and an awesome pup.

Above the garage/bay/barn area, there was a door. You walked up the stairs in my backyard, up the hill to the right, and found it. It was very weird, but since the home was so old, we never thought anything about it. I remember the first door, and first room. It was wood, dark, damp, and gross lol. But if you kept walking forward, you came to this second door. I cannot stress enough that this door had Satanic writing all over it, including warnings saying “demon/devil inside”, “do not open”, had a big pentagram on the door, as well as sigils written all over it in what I believed to be red paint or ink. Thinking about it now, I wish I never had the curiosity to open that door, I wish I understood that it was a true warning, whether people believed it to be or were just fooling around. I truly believe upon opening that door is what could have led to the outpouring of demonic and evil spirits in that house, and could have latched on to my family, because once we moved into that home, things were never the same. I remember a trap door being in there, and I remember a burst of warm/hot air that came out as soon as I opened it. It took me a while to open that door, and I’m not sure if that was the only reason, but there were ghosts in my house, and demons, and no one knew any better. My mother saw, felt, and heard a few different ghosts in that house. One she called the ‘cowboy ghost’ which stood in the doorway in one of the hallways that went by my living room and led to the upstairs. She was also in our downstairs bathroom one time, and heard a woman call out “Hello…” as if she just wanted my mother to know that she was there. Lastly, my mother was asleep on the couch one day, and woke up to something screaming in her face, which I know now, had to be a demon. My sister at the time, who could not have been older than 4 when we were living at that house, saw a little boy ghost walk straight through the wall. I never saw anything, but I never really have, I’ve just always been the one to feel presences.

There was sooo much negative energy in that house, and sorry to say it, but so much had manifested over time and had increased the greediness, heartlessness, separation, and negativity in my family. I didn’t see my parents much, they ran a successful construction business out of the home, us kids would NEVER go downstairs or walk around at night by ourselves, and my brother was definitely attacked and latched to in that house.

Upon seeing, feeling, and experiencing all this, my mom went to the local psychic to find out what was going on. She did not know, but trust me, you guys should NOT be relying on a psychic to tell you about your life. The psychic may tell you true things, they may be able to see your home through their ‘third eye’, and they could probably predict things that actually came true at a later date, BUT their messages come from Satan, and other evil spirits who wish to destroy, manipulate, and kill. I’ve experienced this a few times, I’ll elaborate in a few paragraphs to come. The psychic my mom went to, described our home “to a T”. She spoke about my grandfather who had passed, and other life experiences my mom had gone through, which most psychics start off with to gain trust. Then she moved on to how a dark entity was basically scaring my brother day in and day out; he wouldn’t even shower alone. She told my mom how our home was a “walk through” for spirits because there were two cemeteries on each side of the home, down the road both ways. I don’t remember if we ever tried to pray Jesus over the home, or had a priest bless the home.

My mother became ill in that house. Long story short, she collapsed on her and my father’s wedding anniversary in 2005, and my dad resuscitated her. I fully believe she has been latched on to, regardless of what anyone says. It has been 15 years, and the doctors STILL don’t know what is fully wrong or what happened that day. She has had multiple operations, been on a variety of medications, and still, cannot seem to get better.

My most recent encounter was with the New Age religion, earlier in this quarantine time, sometime in February 2020, which seems to collaborate all types of faiths, such as buddhism, chakra practices, satanism, witchcraft, meditation, spirit guides, and even some excerpts from the Bible. The problem was, that I have always known that I had a type of psychic gift, as well as, I considered myself to be an empath; and while that may be true, I did not hold the true meaning or source of these gifts, that were given to me by God, and manipulated by Satan.

What I got out of being involved with multiple groups of “The Great Awakening”, moving from “4D to 6D consciousness”, practicing “meditation” to find my “spirit guides”, “the law of attraction”, etc. was that it is ALL motivated by Satan and manipulated to deceive the souls created by God, to fool them, and to use them for his purpose, just by putting a simple twist on the subject, and to practice this type of inclusivity that the world had never seen before. That’s the thing about Satan, he appears warm & fuzzy, cool & collected, cares about all types of love and inclusivity, JUST to deceive people. He’s an evil mastermind. Remember that when he decides to reveal himself and push his new world order, just as the Bible says will come in these end times.

Let me tell you, the New Age religion is false. I found myself headed down the path very abruptly, and it was like I could not focus on anything else. Whatever demons I was letting into my life legally, (because that’s what you do when you welcome and practice in sin, worldly matters, emotions, feelings, and forms of witchcraft), were now starting to manifest and turn my whole world upside down. I was in a dark and depressed time, suicidal thoughts were again surfacing, I wasn’t caring about my wellbeing, I was hateful towards others, the list goes on.

One day I was meditating to find my “spirit guides”, and idk maybe about 10-15 minutes in, while focusing on my ‘third eye’ chakra, I saw a demon. A literal demon. It was crawling on all fours, had menacing, scary, sharp, flesh ripping teeth, and it JUMPED at me. (Think of those stupid jump scare videos on social media). As SOON as that happened, I called out to Jesus and said the ‘Our Father’ prayer, and instantly at once, I felt safe again. It was either that day or a few days later, that Jesus visited me in a dream to save me once again, because I had decided to focus on dark powers to give myself purpose, identity, and power. He was there for me, even though I left the path that He was with me on.

Others that I have spoken to that once practiced meditation and finding ‘spirit guides’, said that as soon as they turned to Christianity and Jesus once again, the same thing happened. These ‘spirit guides’ were demonic in spirit, but appeared as nice, helpful beings initially. This is terrifying stuff guys, but that’s what Satan is all about. He wants to deceive you until the very last second when Jesus comes, just so you will worship Satan and his beasts, rather than knowing that you can call on Jesus anytime to come help. There really is no way to “close the circle” as some witches call it during some of their sacrificing, or “white magic” rituals.

I have to admit, that I do feel guilty and a bit of groaning within me because I waited so long to write on this, because God put it in my mind and in my heart a couple days ago. And now look, there’s a full moon/eclipse that’s happening tonight, and witches all around the world are trying to “hex the racists”, “restore order”, and “bring peace” with their practices TONIGHT. I’m just glad that God showed me that before I went another day without writing on this subject.

Again, if you have any questions or want to hear more about my experiences, (I have plenty more that I may write about), feel free to comment or inbox me.

Thanks for reading,

God Bless You,

Jesus Saves.

I love you guys.

[klvht]

Life is more than you think.

I’d like to tell you guys a little story. I apologize for the length, but read with an open mind, and an open heart. I have nothing to gain by telling you guys this story, except that maybe I could convince just one person that there’s more to life than you currently know it.

My life has been far from easy, although I’m sure it has been easier than others.

In the winter of 2013, I had just gone through a bad breakup (first love), was on my way to dating my best friend at the time, (bad idea, I miss you) and I was an overblown atheist.

Long story short, I had moved 8 times in high school between New York, Florida, 3 towns in Massachusetts, and 2 towns in New Jersey. My mother has been ill for a while, my father was stuck with all the work and the bills, I was helping support my family, and I was overwhelmingly depressed and anxious all the time. I was drinking, smoking weed, partying, and popping pills occasionally, I was flunking out of college because of my addictions, depression, and lack of motivation. I was lost and so hurt by everything and everyone in my life, that I did not believe that there could possibly be a God. I mean, honestly, I feel like I always believed in a higher power, but I was falling deeper and deeper into a hole that I thought was the end of my life. I was so ready to die and not be a part of this world anymore. (sorry mom & dad). BUT I’m a LOT better now. I got some therapy back then, separated myself from those causing me intentional and non-intentional harm, and finally went away to college and met some great people and made some great memories;

Flash to May 2014: I came home from college, changed my career path, took online classes, worked full time, and was just trying to find my purpose in life. I now have a B.S. in Criminal Justice & Administration, have my dream car, am working towards my MBA & CPA, and life couldn’t look brighter for me. I’m finally happy after forcing myself to work full time, part time, plus school, and managing bills for nearly 3 years. I decided to give up my secure, full time job because I feel like God didn’t want me there anymore. I started to find myself, I wanted to find my purpose, I still don’t know what that is, but I know God will show me.

Back to the winter of 2013: I was dating a firefighter at the time, and we had gone to a firehouse Christmas dinner. I was in a pretty outfit, in heels, and we were drinking. (shame on you, adults! why did you condone such things?) Anyways, after the party, we headed out, down the flight of outside fire steps, and clumsy little ol me fell down the stairs. (AFTER I was begging my bf at the time to walk in front of me, but he still didn’t catch me lol). I straight up BROKE my ankle! I was in so much pain and tried to just keep walking on it like I had with my broken ankles in the past (must’ve broken them at least 3x each at that point) but this time was different. I was stressing about how I was going to make it up the hills of my campus, as well as 2-3 flights of stairs just to get to my dorm room. I thought I was doomed. The doctor gave me a walking boot along with crutches, but it was still WAY too painful to walk around on the boot without using the crutches.

Little did I know, my parents were praying for me the whole time. That is why I am SOOO strong with my feelings on prayer, because THEIR prayers were what brought me to the start of my true walk with Jesus Christ. I remember them BEGGING me to go to this healing mass with them, because my mom was going due to recent news from the doctors about possibly having cancer. I reluctantly agreed, but I am SO glad now, that I did.

There were SOO many people at this healing mass, and my mentality was something like: “What the heck? This cant be real, like what? People get magically healed? Yeah, okay.” The priest told us that we had to have an open mind, and that we had to believe. I sure am glad to have always had an open mind! When he approached me, he looked at me, and just went “You are such a beautiful person.” And my first thought was “oh, maybe I look pretty today” cause I’ve def been way to vain my whole life. But he wasn’t talking about my appearance, he was talking about my soul. And I totally felt the touch and the pulling of the Holy Spirit within this man. He asked me what I needed healing for, and I told him that I have a broken ankle, and I was struggling with depression and anxiety. He looked at me, touched my forehead, and started praying over me in a COMPLETELY different language, which I soon after learned was called tongues. After what felt like a lifetime (most likely a few seconds), my head jolted down to my broken ankle, because it felt like it was blowing up like a balloon! My ankle was SO warm in my walking boot, and I felt just so happy and satisfied and full of what I have been longing for my whole life, just peace, love, acceptance, and bliss. A part of me wants to remember the priest chuckling at me lol, but he did say “You feel the warmth, don’t you?” And I just looked back up to him, closed my eyes, and let him finish praying over me.

When I tell you that I was healed by Jesus Christ, I’m not kidding. I walked out of the church on my ankle that day. No crutches needed, but I was already in the walking boot. I remember my dad being worried, saying “be careful”, but I was like NOPE I’VE BEEN HEALED AND JESUS LOVES ME! I fell away from the church after that, kept living in sin, kept partying, kept giving into my addictions, but Jesus recently visited me in a dream, like 4/13/2020 recent. He came to save me once again during this quarantine, during all this darkness, and to get me to walk back with Him, for I fear time is short before He returns. I believe I have had about 10 dreams now that were given to me by God, and please if you have any questions, do NOT hesitate to ask me. Whether here, in messenger, or if you see me in person. I used to be afraid to speak up, but I cannot be. I am a warrior for God. I believe in Him, I trust in Him, and I worship Him. He is love. He is forgiveness. He is peace. He is bliss. And trust me, He is everything you’ve been longing for, even if you don’t know it.

Thanks for reading.

God Bless You All! And I love you.

The worst you could do after reading this is nothing.

The best you could do is call out to God. What’s the worst that could happen?

The only thing stopping you, is you.

[klvht]

God Woke Me Up To Speak To The World

[shootcharlieshoot]

[amortizing]

“I miss you already. I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer (via naturaekos)

[nitration]

[thoughts-memories]

[jumex]

[challenger2753]

bye

[melisica]

When love is gone, where does it go? Paolo Barretta

[love-personal]

[ithelpstodream]

[ellijahwood]

[emporest]

this film was a masterpiece