Ch 60 The Original Identity Theft-Mithras take my second daughter

My second daughter was in public school living at home with my ex husband and I. She came home one day absolutely shivering with fright. She demanded we drive her out to the middle of a corn field so she could talk to us. She would not say what was scaring her. She just bawled uncontrollably and shook so much her teeth were chattering. She told us we had to do something immediately or something terrible was going to happen. She told us we had to move away from there to another place far away. That is all she would say. She would not tell us what she thought was going to happen or why she thought that. With no more to go on that her obvious fright we tried to reassure her. We set up code words and secret meeting places if we get separated. This was not enough. She was inconsolable. We should have listened to her. I tried to hold her. She collapsed. Her dad picked her up and held her. We had absolutely no background to even know what questions to ask to get enough information to act appropriately in her behalf.

Her grades did drop immediately. My straight A student was failing her courses. Her school counselor called my ex husband into her office to talk with us. My second daughter was not even handing in the home work we completed together in the evening. The school counselor said she had no friends. She lost all her friends. There was one Jewish girl she still friends with. The counselor said they were too close. Like it was a pact you and me against the world. The counselor instructed us to separate my second daughter from her trusted friend. We were stupid and scared of the system because of what they had done to our first daughter. So, we did what the counselor demanded from us. We separated her from her friend. She was all alone. Isolated. We did not have her back. We gave her no support from her family. She could not count on us to be there for her. She had no place to go.

This was a bad mistake. My second daughter finally fell to the pressures of the interrogation rooms she was put in. I found out about 10 years later these interrogation rooms put the subject for the session in the middle of a dark room with one lone light bulb hanging from the center of the room. They would put the target under the light. The other students would fill in the sides of the room. They would taunt the subject and spit on the subject and if they did not get any results they would eventually go to physically striking the child in the middle of the room. It is my understanding from the ones who have since told me about this it was important that the child in the center of the room being interrogated make up a story black enough and dark enough about how bad it was at home, lies about the parents, or the child in the middle of the room being interrogated would suffer stronger and stronger adverse consequences from the group of peers surrounding them. The longer the subject of the interrogation resisted the darker and deeper the lies the group of peers required to satisfy the meeting and be released. My daughter daughter finally at last fell to the pressures of the interrogation rooms and the peers in the room. She eventually said her dad was sexually abusing her. She said I was a witch a wiccan part of the dark arts. I am guessing this got her out of that room for the time being.

I wish I had known that was why my daughter came home from school screaming for us to take her to a corn field so she could talk to us. When we got her away from civilization she was too upset to talk to us. It just now occurred to me this second as I write this……… it is possible she was so frightened and confused in her mind she started twisting the situation and thought we might be angry and retaliate against our second daughter for telling the lies about us…… She just kept saying over and over you gotta do something. You gotta get us out of here. We actually thought she was talking about some kind of cold war with Russia! We were wrong. We set up escape routes and plans in case a foreign invasion or natural disaster. We were way off. Not even close. We confirmed for her we were no help to her and she could not count on us. I am sorry we missed the mark that far……….

The declarations she made against us as parents was a huge victory for the “system”. The Mithras. The New world order now had sexual charges and occult charges against our family. None of it was the truth. Of course. The statements were coerced under threat of bodily harm and retaliation. The system thought they had us. I fought for her too.

She was 14 when they took her. I stayed with her. Went to every hearing and every meeting that I knew was happening. My ex husband and I were separated now. I never saw him at any of the meetings or hearings. I thought he had abandoned her. I heard he moved to Arizona. I went through the court system and tried to get her back. Maybe they had her so brainwashed or frightened she just never came home. The judge would say we were good and viable parents. She could come home to us right now. All she had to do was say she wanted to go home. Every time for 4 years my second daughter would choose her foster care home over us.

Her foster parents were wealthy and well known in the area. She would come to me and say things like, “Your daughter is easy. She is easy to raise.” Like I didn’t think I could do it and did not want the responsibility or thought I was doing the best thing for my second daughter having her live with them.

NO NO NO NO NO. Never.

One day this woman came to me gloating about how she was in a panic to get to come home with us. I wanted her more than I wanted my next breath. I wanted to hold her and let her know I was there for her and would always take care of her.

I was not even ever allowed to say anything to her. Not even I love you.

She was a legacy. The red dragon must have been coveting her a long time. I stood for her in the heavenlies without ceasing. I warred against the beast with all I had and knew to do. Meanwhile back on planet earth in time space I was given the chance to bake her 16th birth day cake for her and I paid for to have a sweet 16 party! I helped fund her first car. I fought to keep the state from selling her violin to pay for her room and board. I understand she is still playing it now. I found out from her foster mom she did not even know my second daughter played violin. She did that all on her own. She stayed late at school in practice rooms to keep up the love of her life. Her music and the violin. Her foster mother was spiteful and nasty. She said “She is your daughter. She is not mine. I hope she comes back to you.” And her step mother left. I never encountered her again.

When she graduated from high school I did not get an invitation to the graduation ceremony. She took her foster mom. The foster mom came to me to gloat but ended up saying again, “Theresa she is your child. She is not mine. I hope she comes back to you.” OMG what was stopping her? I may never know.

Of course the step mother would not go to my second daughter and admit that. To this day my second daughter will not speak to me. I have always wondered if it was some sort of pact she made with her captors to keep us apart and keep her safe from harm. But I saw her with my ex husband after the final court hearing when she was 18 and aged out of the “system” so I am thinking it is more likely he and his father who vowed to kill me have more to do with it than the social system. She was gone. They did not have a good track record of keeping up with the ones who went through their program.

I have looked her up sense. I send her edible flower bouquets and Christmas gifts. She sends them back. It took me more than 15 years but I did find her. I flew into KCI and rented a car and drove to her home. I did not find her. Someone had warned her I was coming. In fact one of her high school students with a car rammed into my rental car. I ended up dealing with the police at the wreck site long enough she was gone. There was one young boy in her cul de sac rocking back and forth. I put my Christmas gifts and other things on her front porch. He continued to rock back and forth. I said Hi and introduced myself as the mother to the mom of that house. I asked him if he knew that family. He said uh huh. I asked him if he would let my daughter know I came all the way to see her and that I love her and hope she will get in contact with me. He said uh huh……I figured out later that was my oldest grandson. I wish it had occurred to me to ask when I was talking to him.

I heard a few things through some messengers who just show up in a grocery store or something. The message to me was that she was happy and healthy and doing well. I stopped trying to contact her fearing retaliation on her or my grandchildren.

Ch 59 The Original Identity Theft-Mithras take my first daughter

My first daughter had behavior disorder that was later called late onset autism probably secondary to the anesthesia from more than 50 surgeries by the time she was 8 years old or perhaps the measles/mumps/rubella shots she was injected with all at the same time by her pediatrician in Kansas City. We enrolled her in a boarding school for the deaf when she was 8 years old. She had become noncommunicative. The school was good for her. Sign language brought her out of the world she lived in to communicate with us and the world around her. She has been thriving since. The problem is we had to have a social worker to get it done.

At first the help looked like it was a good thing. We retained parental accesses and control. We made all the decisions about her care and education. The state paid for it. The legal term was “child in need of care”. It was a life saver for our family. My older daughter definitely needed some special programs and educational support to grow. We definitely needed financial assistance to make that happen for her. My first daughters medical bills could exceed 4 million a year. It seemed simple enough. We put her in this program “child in need of care” and she gets all the boarding schools and specialized training she needed to grow into a normal health happy adult human being. The first program we used was the boarding school for the deaf and it was miraculous. We did not see the danger or anticipate any trouble.

The problem was that little by little and without proper notification to us as her parents the legal social system in our home state slowly eroded our parental control of her life and they stopped paying for the deaf program. Without our knowledge or consent the program “child in need of care” deteriorated a benign category meaning the parents were good and it was a viable well functioning family that had been thrust into a financial obligation no family could reasonable be expected to meet to a legal category of child abuse. We had no idea. Our social worker who had taken such good care of our daughter and our family called us one day saying she was retiring. A new social worker would take over for her. She would call us soon. Even then we were not alarmed. Our first social worker was a very old woman. She had been taking care of families for many years. It seemed natural and right she would decide to retire. No alarms went off.

Soon her replacement called us. Said she was going over the record keeping of her predecessor. Demanded we come into her office for a meeting to discuss the problems with the paperwork. Still not seeing any need for alarm we did go to her office. She told us the social worker before her did not do her job. According to the replacement a couple of years before the state statutes changed the meaning for the designation “child in need of care” and she did not tell us. She did not update the paperwork. So effectively now we were criminals neglecting our children and she could remove them from our home. There were court hearings already set to correct the paperwork. We were not required to be there. It was already done. The hearings were a formality. Supposedly nothing would change. The changes in the category was supposed to be in response to the Federal Handicapped Legislation passed in the 1980s. It was presented to us as being a simple compliance with the new federal regulation. No worries for us as parents and her programs would not change.

It was a lie.

They were taking our children from us inch by inch by legal shell games and decree and we had no idea. We were rabbits in headlights. The proverbial frog in the frying pan that sits there and sizzles until it is cooked.

At first nothing did change. My first daughter finished her year at the boarding school for the deaf across the state. At the end of the year she was moved back to the Kansas City area in an attempt to have her closer to home. We were assured all was well we would just be able to see her more and she could spend more time with us as a family. This too was a lie. The facility in our area was not a boarding school because technically she did not live far enough away from us to qualify for a boarding school. The school was a public school and she was to be housed in a group residential facility!

OMG. Why not just bring her back home to her own bedroom with us? Remember the changes in the definitions of the category from the social worker. Now we were officially unfit parents and a danger to our child so she had to be protected from us meaning she had to be housed in a group home residential facility!

Now we woke up. We hired a legal advocate for her and our family. But the damage was done. We were informed if we had been present at those formality hearings where it was just a change in paperwork we could have protested and kept our parental rights. The enraging thing about this is that my ex father in law was a powerful attorney in the state and he knew all about this. He was so determined to destroy me and “free his son” he did not care about his grand daughter. This move was against me personally. It was wrong. I was left scrambling to find out what was left for me to be able to do for my first daughter.

The administrator of the residential facility was a Mithras. She is in service to the second beast from Satan. The second beast is finance and the “new world order” or one world government as conceived by George Soros and his economics teacher in England in the 1930s. The residential administrator unmasked to me. While it was unmasked it laughed in my face claiming victory. The Mithras said they all knew me. They recognized my position in Creator God. After doing her best to slime me she declared my children belonged to Satan. The Mithras had targeted my children to take them for Satan since the night of the hand to hand battle in my bedroom while my ex husband slept. The ray of light touched the hip of that Mithra who turned out to be an elder at the healing church we attended. How could one brush with a Mithra enrage the Red Dragon that much? The Mithra in charge of the boarding facility that housed my first daughter informed me they were going to take both my children my entire family my health and all my wealth my position and anything that was mine in The Original Being The One Creator of all that is.

I tried to engage her in physical hand to hand combat. I won the first one. She laughed uproariously. Literally she roared with laughter in that beast mode. She asked me if I thought they the Mithras were so dumb as to ever get into a direct physical confrontation with me again. This confirmed to me she knew about the battle with the church elder and the outcome. It was a rhetorical question.

She put on her human mask as her employees approached. They obviously thought she was the greatest thing to happen to child protective services in years. She was known as the protector of the helpless. They worshipped her, this one who was an ethereal beast.

The members of the new world order in service to that Mithras administrator burned my first daughter with cigarettes after I would have a state sanctioned and authorized visit with her. I took pictures of the burns and the scars and sent them to the state. They twisted it against me saying I was the one who burned her.

The house staff took her out into the boonies in the back of a staff car and had man after man after man come rape her. I got that information from one of the staff who did not like it. She told me it would not happen to my first daughter as long as she was working there. She was never there again. My first daughter was a simple person with the mind of an 8 or 9 year old even though she was around age 16 in earth years. She said called me and asked me if I would have them cut of her boobies. She thought they would not like her so much if she did not have her boobies.

They hid her in closets with rats and cock roaches starving her in the closet while they were in the adjacent room eating turkey and pot roast cooking it so she had to smell it. They told me they would stop the abuses as soon as my daughter renounced me as her mother and told the authorities about the child abuse I did to her. My first daughter never did this. She endured the tortures. She lost all her weight down to skin and bones. Still waiting to see me and running to me to hold her when we had state mandated visits. I recorded all she told me on those visits to turn them in to the authorities. But the abuses got worse. I was warned not to say anything or she would suffer the consequences.

I fought for my first daughter. I spent every penny I had and more on attorneys and court hearings to get her out of that place where the Mithras was administrator and back in my custody as her parent. I was at the point of success. I had been granted having my parental rights restored. The psychiatrist who was to attest to my ability to take care of her and that I was a fit parent for her did not do it. He spewed out a lot of nothingness saying he was not aware of what the hearing was for. The judge put my daughter back into the hands of the Mithras.

I had one more visit with her. I was to take her to Walmart to spend her weekly pay check and buy her a Whopper at Burger King. It was a set up. As I was driving her back to the facility I was pulled over by the police. My daughter knew him by name. He asked if she was alright. Of course she said yes she was having fun with her mommy. He said the facility had reported I was kidnapping my daughter. He was there to remove her from my car and escort me and her to the facility for an impromptu hearing. My first daughter said, “Oh that is ridiculous”. She refused to move out of the seat. The officer knew both of us and let me drive her the rest of the way to the facility. The Mithra was furious at the officer. She then turned on me and asked me what was going on. She tried to insinuate her little sister had reported me as a danger to them and that I had plans to kidnap them. My first daughter again said that is ridiculous. We were at a standoff. They lured her over to one of them on the side with some candy. The Mithra said for me to come into the building for the hearing. The officer was still standing there awaiting their instruction to cuff me. My daughter saw it and started screaming MOMMIE! MOMMIE! DONT GO MOMMIE! I LOVE YOU MOMMIE! PLEASE DO NOT GO! DO NOT LEAVE ME HERE!

And she disappeared into the building. I was fixed in place for a second. Then I knew I had to save myself to be able to fight another day. I turned and ran to my car and took off. That is the last time I was ever able to see my second daughter or have any information or contact with her.

I have no words in my vocabulary to express what happened to me th

In case you are thinking we somehow deserved this and it will never happen to you……. think again. It is written there is nothing that happens to any of the True Sons of God that is not common to all…. take heed to yourselves.

We war not against flesh and blood.

Ch 58 The Original Identity Theft-Identity of Antichrist and the false prophet

If George Soros turns out to be antichrist in flesh, I suggest you watch T Harv Ecker for the possible false prophet. T Harv is the founder of Peak Potentials and the founder and leader of that movement. He claims to be Christian just not like you. T Harv was the organizer of the seminar I attended where the star and the angels prevented me from attending the final meeting where the hypnotist was keynote speaker saving me from undergoing mind control through hypnotization and the pinging of their souls. I am convinced the attendees who were hypnotized that night were conscripted into the army of the antichrist. Their ability to think and reason were compromised or demolished.

T Harv trains his followers in “mystical” arts. Many who attend his camps believe they are “gods” or “goddesses” or “demigods”. He trains his devotees in military arts that could very possibly be boot camps to see if you are physically able to bring into service to antichrist or the “army of god”. T Harv Ecker has strong connections with the world renowned MERCHANTS and fathers of industry including the ruling organizations of this present darkness. If anyone asked many of them believe themselves to be deeply religious and definitely Christian. Some are into the eastern more mystical religions. Some profess to be “new age”.

Google George Soros. Look up T Harv Ecker. I suggest you keep an eye on them until the antichrist is revealed. If George Soros is in fact the antichrist of Christian Bible fame, then T Harv Ecker is a good candidate for the false prophet or a false prophet. I was an attendee. If they do continue and manifest as antichrist and false prophet CREATOR GOD has positioned me as witness to the plans of antichrist on planet earth through personal experience with the beast. I write this to share with you some of what I have seen so you can save yourself. I shared with you the hand of CREATOR GOD to save and guard me in all these situations to increase your faith so you know that The Original Being the ONE is GOD. There is no other. Do not fear. Stand and see the salvation of the Lord.

Ch 57 The Original Identity Theft-encounter with Mithras-fight for my children is on

I shared with you my first encounter with a Mithras. It was not my last encounter or my most devastating. The fight for my children was ON! The red dragon attacked my health, my ex-husbands fidelity, my daughter’s health, our family relationships and dynamics, and every other aspect of our lives.

One of the things the red dragon works to accomplish in the lives of the True Sons of Creator God is to separate them out and isolate them so he can defeate them. It is written wherever two or more are gathered in MY name I will be there. It is also written a threefold chord is not quickly broken. If Satan has any hopes of defeating or deceiving a True Son of Creator GOD he has to isolate him. Please take note of this.

My next encounter with the beast Mithras was a fight for my children. This is my first encounter with the “new world order” the one world government to be ruled by the second beast that comes up out of the sea of glass under the the abiding place of CREATOR GOD. Since Israel’s 8 day war, the first beast, the whore church set up by Constantine in the third century AD, has been in the process of turning over its power to the second beast as itis described by the Apostle John in prison and exiled on the Isle of Patmos. This exchange of power was accomplished on the second Sunday in November 2010. The new paradigm is in place and functioning well now and will continue until the sky rolls back like a scroll and the son of man is revealed.

There has been much talk and much written about “the new world order”. I was listening to the speech President George W Bush gave where he introduced the term “new world order” into common vernacular. Just like every other schemem from Satan this was a diversionary tactic to deceive the true sons of Creator GOD into wafting at dust bunnies and fighting smoke circles. While the Bushes are world class power brokers it is my opinion George W Bush is not the dreaded “antichrist”. There is one who is very suspicious and must be watched with great intensity of focus.

His name is George Soros. Look him up. Here is some background information you might find in a google search. George Soros was born in Budapest Hungary in 1930 as Gyorgy Schwartz. He escaped teh communist takeover o fRussia as a teenager and enrolled in the London School o fEconomics in 1947. This is when he changed his surname to Soros and took on the more anglicized George form of his name Gyorgy. It was during his studies at the LOndon School of Economics he, Gyorgy Schwartz, and and a world renowned economics professor he studied under at London School of Economics coined the pharase “new world order”. George Soros has spent his life in pursuit of a one world government. In 1956 he moved to New Yourk Cint in the United Sates of America and created an international hedge fund called the “QUANTUM FUND”.. It was activities of George Soros through his “QUANTUM FUND” that nearly crashed the British Pound Sterling and mad eGeorge Soros a billionaire. It is possible h is behind the efforts worldwide to devalue the dollar and crash the United States Monetary system to remove the United States Dollar as the currency for business around the world. His desire to bring the global banking system to bankruptcy is evident in the recent events with Greece and the devaluation of the Euro.

When I was invited by the woman in the alto section of my choir at church to attend a meeting she was holding for a group she belonged to at the church the entire scope and reason for having the meeting was because the United States Monetary system had to fall so Jesus could come. They were serving God by hastening the second coming of Jesus the Christ of GOD. I think it is quite ingenious of one who is probably the “antichrist” or at least an antichrist to deceive the masses of “sheeples” into serving the second beast in the guise of somehow hastening the day of Jesus triumphant return.

The organizers of the indoctrination meeting had decided The United States was the Great Harlot in the book of Revelation with the merchants coming to her door because we are a Capitalist society buying and selling goods and services. They were ignoring the more descriptive parts of the description of The Great Harlot meaning she was seated on 10 hills. The United States of America has thousands and tens of thousands hills. Not just 10. That city is Rome. Vatican City.

Think about it. Organized religion set up by Constantine and the High Priest is the first beast. We know from the book of Revelation in the Christian New Testament the first beast turns over its power and control or influence to the second beast before the first beast sits down by Satan on the shores of the sea of glass in heaven to watch together the events as they unfold here in earths arena.

In the information age when every one knows everything about everything because of the world wide web, it is easy for Satan’s beasts working in tandem to deceive even the true sons into thinking they are “the army of GOD” in these last days during the tribulation and the great tribulation in service to Creator God ushering in the second coming and the millennial reign of Jesus the Christ.

Jesus says, “I would not have you be ignorant my brethren. In the last days perilous times will come. There will be wars and rumors of wars. Do not be deceived.”

Ch 54 The Original Identity Theft-Done with boot camp. The test.

We left the healing church that day. It took us a few weeks to decide to go back to church. Those weeks were like being lost in a desert in a sand storm. I had been so close to Creator GOD I felt I could reach out and caress his face. Now I could not see the nose on my own face. We did decide to find another church. The next congregation gave us some insight into the world of modern day Mithras. One of the junior pastors of that church was in fact himself a Mithras. He unmasked to me AND my ex husband. He would show up uninvited and walk around in my home in his real form. He told many stories about his home land England and the Mithras there. He said Mithras was the “patron god” of the United Kingdom.

We left that congregation. We moved again.

It seems fantastic to me now but God continued to use me in my new found office. It is called the “five fold ministry” and Jesus set it up this team of leadership for the believers before his crucifixion for the growth and training and protection of the called out ones that remained.

One of the Sunday mornings when we were in between congregations I was awakened and aware of God’s presence. This happens quite often in my customary quiet time in the morning. I read the Bible and wait to hear my marching orders for the day from Jesus. On this particular Sunday morning I was supposed to get the family up, dress us all for church, and start driving down highway 70 to the east. ?? Wow. Really? That had never happened before. Was this a test? It took courage to even tell my ex husband what directions I was receiving. But I did it. I got up the courage and told him we were supposed to get dressed for church and start driving down highway 70 to the east. I expected some push back but by this time he was so used to these moves of God in he he did not even question it. We dressed. Put the girls in the car and started driving. My ex husband asked periodically where we were going. I said I did not know. I would know when we got there. After an hour passed he suggested maybe I missed this one. I said I knew I would be told when we got there. Just keep driving.

Finally about an hour and a half straight down highway 70 there was an empty exit with no gas station or any other sign of life. It appeared to just go off into fields and pastures. I said, “Turn in here”. My ex noted there was nothing there. I said, “Turn in here.” He did and right on the other side of the over pass in the exit just behind a little hill keeping it from being visible from the highway was a tiny little church the size of a one room school house.

I said there. He said, “Well Ill be………”

We pulled into the yard and parked. I took the girls to the bathroom. He sat down back right side of the room. When I joined him the pastor introduced himself and welcomed us. We chatted for a bit. Then his congregation started coming in. My ex husband asked me if I was going to prophecy. My ex husband asked me if I was going to prophecy. I said I did not know. I had no idea why were were there. God just said go. So I went. I had no idea if this congregation even believed in prophecy in our day or the five fold ministry or Acts Chapter 2. IF the members there and the pastor did not already believe and receive I knew for a fact Jesus would not testify in that place. Jesus of Nazareth will not break a bent reed. He has never caused an ache to the heart or a tear to any ones eye. He would not give testimony to them if it was not already the belief and practice of the ones assembling together.

The pastor introduced himself. It was obvious we were visitors here. He asked us where we were from. We said Kansas City. He thanked us for visiting. Invited us to stay and have lunch with them after the service which is their Sunday custom. Then he opened the service with prayer.

We sang and praised and worshipped and then the congregation got quiet and waited for prophecy. So I knew the congregation believed in the second chapter of Acts and worked in the power gifts. This pastor clearly expected a testimony from Jesus from one of his congregation. But none came. We sang and waited for prophecy. None came. We sang and waited ……. At the direction of the Holy Spirit I prophesied when no one from the congregation brought forth. The word I was given was judged as true and accepted by the pastor and the elders there. It was a word of encouragement. A word of love from Jesus to them to go ahead and walk in the gifts given to them for the edification and provision to the church.

The pastor stood up and told the whole congregation he had been telling them IF they would not be obedient to the call and election of the Holy Spirit Creator GOD would send in a prophet from outside.

Wow. It would have been nice if Jesus would have clued me in where I was going and why I was going there and that the pastor was fasting for the gifts to function in his people. But as his witness called to give the Testimony of Jesus in the congregations my job is just to hear his voice and do it. Obedience without question or hesitation.

The pastor called out the one or two who he recognized had the call and was refusing to be obedient to the Spirit of Prophecy, testimony of Jesus in our day. The pastor admonished them. His sermon was on the gifts of the Spirit and the 5 fold ministry.

We did stay for pot luck lunch with them after the service. It turns out this tiny church was planted by the pastor of the healing church where I first prophesied, received my call and training, and was sent forth rather dramatically.

That was dynamic in itself. Come to find out the pastor of that tiny church was the best friend of a pastor in the town where my husband was born and grew up in the middle of the state. The very town where my ex father in law was a deacon in the Southern Baptist church in the town of about 1000 people. The biggest church in town. The church this pastors best friend was pastoring in my ex husbands home town was facing persecution from my ex father in law specifically. The pastor of the tiny church where we were enjoying lunch called his friend in my ex husbands home town. My ex husband knew about this church. The pastor there told my ex husband his dad had waged war against that congregation and its leadership. He asked my ex husband if he had told his dad he was a spirit filled tongue talking child of God and that I gave testimony for Jesus ……..

That would be no. We had not told any one in either family. This would soon drive a wedge between my ex husband and I and both of our families.

Wow again.

We went back to our home in Kansas that afternoon. I was filled with the wonder and the goodness of Creator GOD. My faith was increased exponentially. The events of the day had been an enormous confirmation to me for my call and position in the 5 fold ministry. I have never seriously question the direction of the Holy Spirit or my ability to hear the direction of the Holy Sprit since then. This is a powerful part of my armor as I work in my capacity for Creator GOD. I know it is truth. Nothing anyone says or does against me will shake this. The truth of it sustains me. I hope it gives you an anchor to hold on to in your daily lives.

CREATOR GOD IS REAL. The original being is in his Holy Heaven and Jesus the Christ of God is with him seated at his right hand. True Sons we are going home!

Ch 53 The Original Identity Theft-Encounter with Mithras

Everything was going very well for us. At least it seemed that way. Then one night as I lay next to my sleeping ex husband I was suddenly aware that something weas standing at the foot of our bed. I shook myself to full waking state and there at the foot of the bed was a grotesque animal like figure. The top half was like that of a bull. The bottom half of it stood on human legs and feet. It was glaring at me.

The beast spoke to me but not in a manner like human words. I could see something coming out of his mouth like heat waves in the air. I could not understand the language being spoken at any rate. I was being prevented from knowing what this creature was saying to me. I was shaking my ex husband as hard as I could to get him to wake up. We found out he had sleep apnea making him very difficult to awaken him when in a deep sleep. When his sleep was interrupted he often woke up cranky so it had to be an emergency for me to even try to wake him up. Finally he roused. I frantically pointed at the figure standing at the foot of the bed. My ex husband rose up on one arm, took a look at the beast and said, “Oh its just you.” He immediately dropped back into bed and was basically unconscious again.

I was on my own.

The half bull half man beast lunged at me grabbing me. I fought him off with all my strength. We began wrestling in hand to hand combat. I did not have time to think about crying out for help or praying to God. This was real physical time/space continuum mortal combat and my children were at stake. This animal was powerful. I did not have any martial arts training. It was way to powerful for me. I was in the fight of my young life for my own soul and the soul of my children.

The beast was winning. I was exhausted and loosing strength. Then a beam of sun light came through the curtains. It was morning. The ray of sun fell on the beasts hip. When the light touched its hip it squealed in pain. It let go of me. It said something I could not understand as it turned and limped out of my bed room passing through the solid wall.

The exhaustion went much further than aching muscles and fatigue. I had to think and force myself to expand my lungs and retract them. I could not make my brain think one thought. I was experiencing complete void. I do not know how long I was in that complete form of exhaustion in earth time. What I remember is that angels surrounded me and ministered to me. The Holy Spirit again breathed the breath of life in my nostrils. Slowly my mind produced thought again.

Then I was suddenly aware of my second daughter shaking me wanting me to fix breakfast. She was hungry. She was about 3 years old. I fixed the girls their breakfast. As they ate, I awakened my ex husband and told him everything that had happened that night including his reaction to the beast standing at the foot of our bed and how upset I was he just rolled over and left me there with the beast. He did not remember a thing. Nothing. Never the less it happened and I had to spring into action. I asked my ex husband what time it was. It was early morning. Then I asked what day it was. It was Sunday. I realized the events had all taken place in the span of one earth night. My ex husband and I talked about what happened. We had no idea what to do. We had no idea who to call. Could not call anyone in either family. Could not call anyone we knew. This event was too much for anyone we knew to take in. I could not call our Southern Baptist Pastor. He was preparing to preach Sunday Services and he turned us over to the pastor of the healing church. We had not had sufficient time to get to know him well enough to feel comfortable telling him about this ethereal visitation. We forced ourselves to get ready and go to the healing church. We were now in high enough position in the congregation there it would have been noticed if we did not show up. I was still weak from the physical exhaustion. We were now section leaders so we headed to our section. I began connecting with the people around me.

Then there was a raucous and great excitement in the front foyer. One of the elders of the healing church came in on crutches. It caused quite a stir. How did he hurt himself? Was the wound serious? The story he told those who asked was that he had fallen on his hip. He would be fine in a week or two. He came up beside me. I was about to greet him when he unmasked to me. It was the half man half bull beast that had just attacked me in our bedroom. This was my first experience of having an ethereal creature unmask to me revealing his true nature.

He growled, “You think you got me. Well you did not. I will destroy you.”

Then he “pinged” me. (“pinging” is a ball of light coming out of their eyes toward you and if it successfully hits you it can cause damage or whatever purpose the beast that sent it toward you intended to do to you). His “ping” hit me without any effect. He put on his human mask and hobbled off with a sinister grin on his face.

When my husband sat down beside me I told him what happened. We decided to sit through the service and not create a disturbance. That was the wrong approach to this situation. We should have started shouting at the top of our lungs. If we could not do that we should have for sure gone to the pastor and our elder team assigned to us immediately to tell him all that had happened.

We were so new. We were new to the world of the Holy Spirit Baptism. This was our first encounter with an ethereal being. We were relatively new to the congregation. I had two very young children in the nursery and the service was about to begin. We should have screamed at the top of our lungs. The church should have caught fire. Something dynamic should have happened to let the pastor know what stood in the midst of the auditorium. Nothing happened. The service began on time as usual. No one around me saw what I saw. He unmasked only to me. No one around me suspected what manner of evil lurked among us.

I went to the bathroom in the middle of the worship to splash water on my face. The wife of the elder we loved who had taken us in as her own children followed me in to the women’s bathroom. She told me the pastor sent her. HE KNEW something was wrong. He wanted her to bring me back to his office immediately and for the rest of the service. His office was in the section of the building that was closed off and heavily guarded. I declined saying I had to get back to my post in the section and my family.

She begged me to tell her what had happened. She said the elders were scared for me and my husband. There had been other young promising families come to that church just like us. It was widely knows there was a strong call of God on their lives just like us. Something happened to them. They all left the church, their faith and many were divorced. The pastor was convinced it was some sort of spiritual attack from within the congregation. The pastor was sure whatever it is had just happened to us. I refused to go to the pastors office. She begged me to at least tell her so she could let him know what was going on so whatever it was that just happened to us would not happen to any more couples. She asked me to think of my children. She asked me to preserve myself. She did not know what was happening to the members or who was picking us off one by one. She was sure it had happened to us and we might never see each other again. I just wanted out of that bathroom.

She grabbed my arm and pleaded with me. I broke loose from her and left the women’s lounge. I sat down with my ex husband. He wanted to know what took me soooo long. I told him. He said we gotta get out of here. As the service ended we charged for the door. The son of my friend the elder’s wife was an elder like his dad. He physically tried to restrain us from leaving. He said the pastor was in his office and wanted to see us.

By this time we were indescribably out of our minds with fear. My ex husband was a big man. He told the elder who had been our friend if he did not step aside he would knock him down. The way out was blocked. My ex started running down the all to the back of the church where the pastors office was. He pushed his way out the doors and we ran to our car. I was sobbing uncontrollably. We piled in. I held my two girls as we sped out of the parking lot. We drove around for hours to scared to go home.

I did not go back there to the healing church for three decades. My mother passed away and I was in the area. For some reason I felt lead to go look them up. I drove into the parking lot in front of the building and parked a little ways out. I sat there for a few minutes wondering why I was there. I got out of my car and started walking toward the door. Some people came running out of the building toward me. “Are you Theresa?”

Yes.

We have been praying you in here.

Huh?

We have been praying you in here. We owe you an apology. ‘

I told them I came to apologize to them. I told them I had some very important information I was supposed to tell them that Sunday morning but I was too new and too scared to do it. I failed my job for God. I failed them. I failed the church. I wish I had been further along in my training when it happened. I just did not deliver the message to them. I told them one of the elders was not human. He was an ethereal beast half bull half man.

They told me they found out about it almost 2 years after we left. The beast had been discovered and removed from the elder board. She apologized to me saying that if they had been better servants to the Lord our GOD the Mithra could not have infiltrated the congregation and the leadership causing the damage to our family and the other young families she had told me about.

We talked for a while. We hugged and shared. My family had been destroyed. That is true. Perhaps even worse was the carnage in the believers in the healing church and the area. The move of God in Kansas City has not been the same since that time.

Ch 52 The Original Identity Theft-Boot Camp

I was very happy in our new church, the healing church. Soon I was more able to share the testimony of Jesus with the congregation without fainting myself. I was attending beginners classes in Bible again. Since I was teaching adults Bible by age 14 it would have been humiliating but I had just accepted the Baptism in the Holy Spirit. Everything I was reading in the Bible came to life in new and exciting ways. Scriptures I had read dozens of times and even memorized were all brand new again. Each time I read scripture I gained new insight and understanding of what I was reading. It was like going through the doors of a maze. One door led to another door that led to another door. Each door opened another deeper truth about God.

Through the Holy Spirit the truths in scripture became crystal clear. When I read the Bible before my experience with the Holy Spirit and the Baptism I had been seeing through a glass darkly. Over time I began to realize some of the teaching I had been given from well meaning teachers in the other church were without understanding and enlightenment. I had unwittingly taken part in spreading their false interpretations about God and Jesus and the Bible and the Holy Spirit of God. It was not just simple things I remembered incorrectly like times and dates or addresses for scriptures. The things I am talking about were deep truths of the scripture I had been led to believe were the only way they could be interpreted and the interpretations were wrong. Some of them were flat out lies. That was a hard thing for me because not only had I been led wrong, what I believed for many years was wrong and I had taught that wrong understanding and interpretation of scripture to others so they were wrong too. People were basing their faith and their lives on false information I gave them. It nearly did me in.

But the Holy Spirit was always there to heal me and forgive me at each new revelation and epiphany. We cleaned my filthy garments over and over and over until I stood before Creator God in glistening brilliant white linens. Now I just have to wash the mud off my feel that collects as I walk through this present darkness. I am clean.

While I was busy with my two daughters and the boot camp training I was in with the Holy Spirit of God my ex husband was in the men’s training for Leaders of Ten with the pastor of the new church. The Healing church. I worked in the nursery one Sunday morning each month. Our pastor sent us books to read and mentored us on what we learned there. The children were happy and healthy. It seemed all was well.

Things were about to be shaken up in ways no one could imagine and I was woefully unready and inadequate to face.

Ch 52 The Original Identity Theft-the awakening and the call

I had to protect my second daughter from the occult. That is for sure. She was the catalyst that put my family on the radar for those in the dark arts or occult. My problem child was actually my first daughter. She was also born prematurely but without the protection and support of the deacons at my church in Kansas City. She was born in Columbia, MO before we were finished with our college degrees. She has 3 kidneys. There is a full renal duplication on the right side and all three kidneys refluxed. Renal reflux means the urine from her bladder could and did flow back up into her kidneys when she expelled it from her bladder. The reverse flow of urine causes serious kidney infections. My first daughter died 7 times her first year. She went through 10 hours of surgery to repair and create 3 ureters one for each of her 3 kidneys when she was 18 months old. She is my first and most dynamic miracle baby. By the time she was 8 years old she had undergone over 50 surgeries. She is a walking miracle in her own right. By the time her sister showed up we were at our wits end and needed some help.

One of my ex husbands coworkers kept telling him about a church in Kansas City that did “faith healing” and had prayer languages. I was raised southern Baptist. I would not have any of that devil talk in my home. As far as I was concerned speaking in tongues was of the devil and anyone who did it had a demon. My ex husband put this guy off for weeks and months citing my absolute refusal as his excuse. But my first daughter was not thriving. We needed help. Our pastor in Kansas City that was so miraculous in prayer for her little sister was mostly ineffectual for my first daughter. It appeared we needed even more fire power for my first daughter than we were getting and that saved her little sister.

My ex husband kept talking and talking and talking to me about this church he wanted to visit. I was not interested because we had services at our church every time they had services at this other church he was hearing about. One Sunday night there was a Billy Graham convention in town. Our pastor closed our service at our church so our congregation could all go to the stadium for Billy Graham.

I was fussing around in the kitchen and my ex husband came to me and said, “Wife”. Now that may not seem too unusual to you because I was in fact legally married to him before God and man so I was his wife. But he had never ever called me that or spoken to me in that tone with that intensity. “Wife” he said. He has my attention. “We are going to go to the other church. Get yourself ready and the girls. We are going there now.”.

I don’t remember saying anything. I just got the girls ready for church. The second daughter was much easier than her big sister. But I successfully wrestled her around and we were on the road to this place he had been talking to his friend at work about. His friend did not go to this church. He just knew about it. My ex husband insisted we use this opportunity to get my first daughter healed. I had never been in a place like that. It held 4000 people in theatre seats. I did not know it when I walked in but the service would last 4 hours and my hyperactive child would sit through the whole thing and not make a peep. That in itself is a major miracle.

The music was lively, much livelier than I was used to. There was a band on stage with guitars and drums. People walked around easily and talked wo each other instead of coming in and immediately sitting down. We chose seats in a middle right section a little more than half the way back. A man came to the pulpit and announced we would begin the service. He led us in prayer and we began signing. We did not have hymnals. There was an overhead projector with the words of the songs on a screen. Ok. I can do this I thought. The tunes were simple and somewhat repetitious. I picked them up very quickly and no longer needed to watch the words on the screen. It freed my perspective from the screen to just singing and entering in with the others around me.

Not long into the first lively song the whole congregation of 4000 people started jumping up and down in time with each other. Step Hop. Step Hop. The cement floor literally sprang up and down as they bounced together one foot and then the other. Step Hop. Step Hop. My ex husband started skipping with them. So did my two girls. Soon we were jumping together in rhythm as a family and the girls were clapping and laughing. What fun!

Then the music started slowing down. The lyrics became more reflective. We sang of the Love of God. We sang about end of time and our trip home.

Then sort of without warning all singing stopped and a hush fell over the crowd. Slowly one person after another got up and started heading down the aisles toward the front of the church. I had no idea what was going on. They were heading for two microphones hanging from the ceiling at the end of the two main aisles. One by one they approached the microphone and they spoke.

OK. I thought. I get it. These are “testimony mikes”. I had seen them and even given my testimony before at one of our tent revivals when I was a kid back home.

After a number of people spoke a man who had been singing up on stage came to his microphone and said, “God told me there was a special message coming to us tonight. And none of these are it. Would all of you be seated who are waiting to speak, please? We are going to sing and dance again. Members pray. This message is coming from a new prophet. Someone unawares. They do not know they are a prophet. This is their first time so it may take a while. No matter how long it takes. We are supposed to keep singing and praising until the prophecy comes.”

Wow. That was new. Never heard anything like that before. I wondered what the Spirit of Prophecy was. There was a hushed chatter across the auditorium. I was glad when the music started up again. We jumped up and down Step Hop Step Hop and sang going through the same process as before of getting quiet and reflective through song. Then without any notice all together the crowd went quiet a second time. More people went up to the microphones to “testify”. The man on the stage again asked everyone to sit down. He said he knew the message and the messenger were there. He said we would sing and praise and dance all night if that was what it took to free up the new prophet God had specially called that night.

We started singing and another lively song but this time I started feeling very heavy. My arms and legs felt like they weighed a ton and my stomach had a wrecking ball in it. I could barely breathe. It was like the air got too think to inhale. And suddenly I knew I was supposed to go give my testimony. I don’t know how I knew. I just knew.

I told my ex husband about it. He said absolutely not. You do not know what is going on here. I absolutely forbid you to go. I said ok. End of story. But it wasn’t. The congregation went through another cycle of praise and worship and the man at the stage told everyone at the mics to sit down. We would start again. This time I thought I was going to faint. The weight in my arms and legs increased. The message to go give my testimony was so loud and strong in my spirit I thought my neighbor to my right was hearing it too. My ex husband looked down at me finally and said what is wrong with you. You are absolutely blue all over. I answered I had told him I was supposed to go give my testimony and he told me not to. I would obey him but I would probably pass out if this stuff kept up. The man on the stage again said he was waiting to for this first time messenger to come to the microphone and speak. My ex husband looked at the stage then he looked at me. He slumped for a second and let out a long sigh. Then he said, “Ok….go.”

I did make it pasthim into the aisle. I did walk to the front of the church. There were three or four in line in front of me. I thought thatwas great because the man on stage would probably tell us all to sit down before my turn and it would all be over.

Uh uh. I walked up to the microphone not knowing what to say and out of my mouth came:

“OUT OF YOUR MOUTHS COME BLESSING AND CURSING. MY CHILDREN THIS SHOULD NOT BE SO.”

I turned and headed back to my seat. As I was walking I heard the man on the stage declare I was the messenger and that was the message they were waiting for. He repeated the sentence over and over for the crowd. The elders surrounded the place where my family was sitting. I found out later the man on the stage was the pastor. Ernie Gruen. He ended the meeting. The elders took us all back to the pastors private offices. He asked us a few questions about where we attended church. He knew our pastor and called him about us. We had just been approved by the Southern Baptist Mission board to be foreign missionaries and were in the process of finding out where to go. We were leaning toward Yemen.

Our Southern Baptist pastor answered the call from Ernie Gruen. Ernie told him he had one of his couples in his office. Told him what had just happened. Our Southern Baptist Pastor said he knew my husband had visited the “healing church” before. What none of us knew is that my ex husband had gotten into one of our closets one night and prayed to get what Paul got the way Paul got it on the road to Damascus. A bright light filled the dark closet. He felt warmth flood his body and soul and he spoke in a new language for the first time. He had been praying in tongues for weeks.

The more he exercised this new freedom in the Holy Spirit the more concerned he was I would never go for it. So he told God if I did not come along he would dump the whole thing as a hoax. The “testimony” of Jesus through me at the “healing church” was the confirmation from God my ex husband had been looking for and he knew his experience, the indwelling of the Holy Spirit and tongues were real.

As it turned out, my ex husband was led into the fullness of the Spirit with evidence of tongues so that he was leading the family from the front. He got it and used it while I was still dead set against it as being from Satan. Also, it meant my ex husband, my covering and authority in earth, was ready for me when my awakening happened. If he had never known or experienced tongues and the fullness of the Holy Spirit, he would prevented me from coming into my calling and my appointed time that Sunday evening service at the “healing church”. We might never have ever been there at all.

God made the way. God always makes the way to fulfill his purpose.

God made a way for me to go to the new “healing” church. As it turned out I was used to deliver the testimony of Jesus for the first time that night. My Southern Baptist pastor and the new pastor got on the phone and talked about our family. The two decided that the new church was better suited for our growth in the movements and manifestations of the Holy Spirit and for training us in service to Jesus in tongues and prophecy than our Southern Baptist Church. That was NOT a rejection. We learned that night our Southern Baptist Pastor was a tongue talking prophesying Holy Spirit filled ex missionary himself. Wow. Who knew? Well all the deacons of the church! All those deacons and elders and people who showed up at the church to wait for a call to learn why they had all been assembled there by the Holy Spirit the day my second daughter was taken off life support are and were Holy Spirit Baptized Tongue Talking prophesying spirit filled true sons of Creator GOD!

I resigned my positions at the Southern Baptist Church whose deacons and elders prayed to God when my second daughter was miraculously healed and we started attending the new church. The Southern Baptist convention recognizes in secret the fullness of the Holy Spirit and the Second Chapter of Acts, Pentecost, and tongues. In fact, when the Southern Baptist Mission Board sends new missionaries into the mission field they are expected to experience the Holy Spirit and the power gifts even speaking in tongues or they do not make it in the mission field. But they have to get it after they are in the mission field. Since we got ours with evidence of tongues before we made it to the mission field we were no longer eligible to go. The official stance of the Southern Baptist convention was that all of that was not happening now. In the span of one week our family was not going to Yemen and we were attending the healing church. We were fast tracked into leadership. I continued to bring the testimony of Jesus in the congregation. I became a recognized prophet for the healing church. My ex husband was in leadership. They called it “leaders of TEN”. We had a home church that met every week. My ex husband and another man in the church led our group together in our home.

It is written your “gifts and calling” will make a way for you. Well in my case it has for sure done that. But along with Gods favor I have drawn the attention of the red dragon himself and those minions in rebellion with him. I was in boot camp and my time there in the healing church ended up being very short.

Ch 51 The Original Identity Theft-Quick history for why the purging of Ashera poles matters.

Abraham and Sarai were surrounded by peoples and nations that worshipped “the gods”. When God brought Israel out of Egypt at the hand of Moses and Aaron into the land of Canaan, Pharoah and all of Egypt worshipped Hathor who was thought to be a mother goddess in the form of a cow. Egyptian religion believed cows to be sacred. On the trip out of Egypt Moses made camp at the base of mount Sinai and went to the top of the mountain to have an audience with God. When he did not come back in a few days, the Israelites in their tribes camped at the foot of the mountain decided Moses was not coming back. In his absence Israel chose to revert back to the Egyptian ways and made a “golden calf”. They began to have sex orgies in worship of the “golden calf”. When Moses returned from the top of the mountain, he had been in the presence of GOD. His face radiated light. He had received the 10 commandments written by the hand of GOD on 2 stone tablets. Israel was worshipping the god Hathor a god in Egypt. This is particularly interesting because just a little while before when God was freeing Israel from bondage to Pharoah in Egypt the mystic priests of Hathor were not able to save the first born sons of Egypt from the death angel on the night of the first Passover. The magicians were able to perform tricks that appeared to mimic or model or be the same as the other 9 plagues pronounced by God and delivered by the hand of GOD on Egypt through Moses and Aaron the high priest in an attempt to get Pharoah to let the people of Israel go so they could worship the true Creator God. No mystic or priest to Hathor the cow could raise the first born of Egypt from the dead imposed by the death angel. No mystical priest could kill the first born sons in Israel.

The GOD of Abraham Isaac and Jacob lead Israel out of Egypt by his mighty right arm to the land of Canaan where the people worshipped “gods” and “idols”. These “gods” are often depicted by wood or stone. Baal, Asherah, and Molech are pertinent to this study. Baal or Balaam or Baalak is the cosmic bull. Molech is also in the form of a bull from the waist up and human form from the waist down that stands upright like a man and walks on two human feet. Mithra is a bull like creature that stands upright like an man that walks on two cloven hooves. Mithra opposed the early believers after the crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth and he opposes the true sons in our time. The people of Canaan sacrificed their children to Molech by burning them in fire. The Ashera are female demon beings. Ashera is thought to be the counterpart to Baal. She is depicted and worshipped in Ashera poles. Ashera poles were wooden statues similar to the totem poles in American Indian history. The Ashera poles were easy to recognize as female. God of Abraham Isaac and Jacob that brought them out of the land of Egypt and met Moses at Mount Sinai to deliver the 10 commandments commanded Joshua to chop down all the Ashera poles in Isreal. Isreal never got that done. The poles were occasionally removed in one place or another only to be raised up again in another location. That was a grave mistake on the part of Israel. Those poles were more than just symbols of statues in wood. They were the source of power for the demons in time space including Ashera. The fact Israel never cleaned the poles out of their lands made it possible for those female demons to continue deceiving the Sons of God for the next 6000 years. Until the day Jesus showed up in my tiny studio apartment and said, “Do you want to go have some fun?” The Ashera poles and the power base for the gods and goddesses and demonic entities ended for all time when the last pole was smashed. The wiccans. The occult among us in service to Satan lost their foundation for the spells and curses. All those captured by their spells and curses were released and freed and received into the awaiting Arms and the bosom of Abraham. Do not get me wrong. We still have to be on the alert for them especially now at the end of the age when time grows short.

We war not against flesh and blood.

CH 50 The Original Identity Theft-chopping down the Ashera poles did not go unnoticed.

That system of Ashera Poles erected in Israel were the power base for witchcraft through earth history. The work Jesus did and invited me along to do has not gone unnoticed by the throngs into witchcraft or worshipping idols or Satan worshippers today. When my second child was born, CREATOR GOD had just moved our family to Kansas City, Missouri. My water broke 3 months early while I was sitting at the dinner table enjoying our evening meal with my ex husband and our first daughter who was just over two years old by then. Children’s Mercy Hospital is in Kansas City, Missouri. Back then it was the one of two neonatal wards in the entire world. The other one was in Switzerland. Our neonatal ward in Children’s Mercy Hospital on Hospital Hill in Kansas City was modeled after the neonatal ward in Switzerland. But getting her to that neonatal ward was not a given. It was a miracle.

I was taken to Research Hospital where I had been preparing for child birth and my obstetrician was there. It was too early and the baby was not doing well. My doctor came into my delivery room and said, “One of you is going to die today. May both of you. Mother and child. I need you to tell me which one you want me to concentrate my efforts on. I may not be able to save either of you but I know I cannot save both. Which will it be? Mother or child?” My ex husband sat down on the floor in a heap. A deep rage welled up inside of me and exploded out of me. The pain was beyond human ability to endure. I was gasping for breath. I said to him, “I do not die today. And my child does not die today. You get your ass in here and do your job!”

My baby doctor was infuriated. He said, “Ok. Have it your way. You have 30 minutes to be completely dilated and delivered of this baby. No more.” He reached over to the intravenous drip that was inducing my labor pains and gave it a hard swift turn to wide open. The medicine hit my body and my back arched up stiff as I screamed in pain. He told them to get my ex out of the room. He had never lost a husband and he wasn’t going to start with him today.

The nurses gathered around me. I really do not remember much about that 20 minutes or so except that I did dilate and my baby daughter was born. I did not get to hold her. They whisked her off and started working on me. The doctor came in and started sewing me back together. I had basically broken open into two pieces.

Children’s Mercy Neonatal Ward transportation team was already there in Research. They had flown over in their helicopter to pick up another baby born that day about the same time as my daughter. A little boy in the next delivery room. The neonatologist in the transportation team took a look at my daughter. Said she was not a “viable fetus” and he would not have come just to transport her but since they were there already to pick up a boy that had a good chance of survival and had an extra incubator, they would take her with them. I was not sewn up yet and could not walk. They lifted me up into a wheel chair and tok me to the portable incubator to see her. I did not get to hold her. I was not allowed to even touch her tiny hand. She was on total life support. They said they had to go. She only had 25% chance to even survive the short helicopter ride to Children’s Mercy. Then she had only 25% of that 25% of living 24 hours. She was not a viable fetus.

I was left alone in my hospital room. None of the hospital staff expected her to be alive on the morrow. They did not know for sure I would be alive on the morrow. Creator GOD had plans for both of us.

A few days later I was released from the hospital. My ex husband took me over to the neonatal ward to see her. I met the director of the neonatal ward. He was a kind unassuming man. There was a special team of nurses monitoring my daughter 24/7. She had a pneumothorax and only one lung working as well as a significant section of necrotizing enterocolitis better known as dead gut. She could not eat normally. She had to be fed by a tube. I knew she was in trouble but it was still a shock when we got the call.

It was the voice of the director of the neonatal ward. He said they were going to take my daughter off life support. They had a more viable fetus coming in. They needed the incubator she was in. He said we had about 20 minutes before the other fetus arrived. If we could get there before then, he would put her in my arms. He had learned it was better for the baby and the mother both for them to die in their mothers arms. We were a good 30 minutes away from Children’s Mercy in no traffic and this was a heavy traffic time. We still had to pack up our first daughter who was also born premature and very special needs. We knew there was no way we could make it there in time to be there for her passing.

I started to pack up my first daughter to take her with us. We were alone with no family near. And it occurred to me to call our church and tell them about our daughter and ask them to pray. When I called the pastor answered. I told him the news. He said, “The entire deacon board is here in my office. God had told them to come and wait for a call. You are that call. We know what we are supposed to do. We will pray for you as you go. Go now. You are in Gods hands.”

Well being numb all over that did not sink in but my ex husband was ready in the car and we drove to Children’s Mercy expecting to be there too late. I thought I might finally get to hold the limp dead body of my baby girl……

We went into the neonatal ward and started scrubbing our hands in the entry room where all parents had to scrub to be able to go into the room with the incubators. A nurse came and took our two year old into another room and stayed with her. The director of the neonatal ward came in. He said, “Who are you?” I had nothing to say. My ex husband started introducing us to the director of the neonatal ward like he had never seen us before and did not know us. “My name is and this is my wife. We are the parents of baby….” He said, “No. Who are you?” My ex husband started explaining again. The director said, “No who are you? We had to take your baby off life support and instead of dying she started breathing on her own. She is pink and off the respirator laying in there on room air. Her gut is healed. We have seen this kind of miraculous intervention but only in the instance of the parents or family being important spiritually. Who are you?”

At this time we had no idea there was anything different or special about either of us or our families. We told him we called our pastor and the deacons prayed. He said that might be it but he had seen prayer vigils before and they never work unless there is some special call or spiritual relationship in the parents. He was so certain he was right he said we just had not seen it yet but it was coming. There was a divine presence in our lives.

She lived.

She came home to us. The little boy who was so much the better fetus did live but he got a blood infection and was severely damaged with multiple sclerosis and other things like that. More evidence of how astounding her being alive really is. I did not know until a few months later in some follow up return visits to the neonatal ward that the director of the neonatal ward had been threatened by the local occult. He had pentagrams burned in his front yard and painted on his house. The occult attempted to kidnap his daughter from school.

The neonatal ward continued to call me to help the more demanding parents get through those first devastating hours when their baby is place in the neonatal ward. I was just a listening ear that had been there. Then one day the director called to say they had chosen my family to represent the neonatal ward and be interviewed by the Independence Mo news paper. We agreed to the interview. The articles ran on the front page in two consecutive Sunday papers. Our family was then targeted by the local occult. My daughters life was threatened. The local peace officers had to whisk up away to “safe houses” over the first three or fours years of her life. We moved seven times in those three years to keep ahead of them.

It was a very literal time. Angels literally attended us. This and that “demon” or not human entity would unmask and growl some disgusting threat. The occult tried to kidnap my first daughter from school. I home schooled her for a while. I studied the Bible and read extensively about all things God during this time. I was in boot camp. I know that now.

The journey with Jesus through the corridors of time were not “in” time/space continuum. Even though it would seem to me that happened years after my daughters were born and the fight with the occult happened. It is not linear time. So the power base for the occult and others the ashera poles were gone in Israel and their power was broken when my second daughter was born and she thrived instead of died.