Category: Epiphany

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 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.

Ch 49 The Original Identity Theft-Next visitation: Jesus smashes the Ashera Poles in Israel

Soon after Creator God showed up in my tiny studio apartment in the thunder cloud manifestation, I had another visitation. One day I was sitting in my comfy chair at home and Jesus appeared standing before me. He said, “Would you like to go have some fun?” I said, “YES!” He said, “Let’s go”. Jesus took my physical hand with his physical hand and we walked through the corridors of time together. As we walked through time, Jesus would turn to the right or to the left. He would open the doors of the prisons where emaciated souls were captured with the keys of the kingdom on his belt to release the captive souls imprisoned there along the way. The prison cells appeared to me to be like the medieval prisons with steel bars for doors and cement floors. Jesus would stop, turn to the prison door, insert the key into the lock and the gate would fly open. The souls held captive there would rise straight up into the “bosom of Abraham” that was anxiously awaiting their return and keeping watch that no one got lost. Each and every soul made it safely into the outstretched arm of Abraham.

I do not know how long we walked in earth time or how far. We talked and laughed along the way. The “corridors of time” are not in the time/space continuum so there is no way to record how long the trip took or how far. When we arrived at the time of Elijah in Israel, we stepped out of the corridor into the land of Canaan. Israel had never obeyed the command of CREATOR GOD the Father to destroy the Ashera poles. Those Aherah poles were scattered all through the land of Israel. Those Ashera poles are the power base for all the witches and warlock and witchcraft and the gods and goddesses and demigods…. through out earth history.

I watched as Jesus took an ax and chopped down a near by Ashera pole. He looked at me and said, “Go ahead. Have some fun!” I took an ax and chopped down an Ashera pole laughing and giggling through it all. We moved through the land of Israel together chopping down Ashera Pole after Ashera Pole. We laughed and giggled like two elementary school children at play. We would chop a pole and yell “TIMBER” We ran from pole to pole laughing and loving along the way. Chop Chop Chop….TIMBER! They all came down. I was sad to hear Jesus say that was the last one. Our job is done here. He took me by the hand again and we stepped back into the corridors of time. The return trip did not seem to take as long as the trip over into Israel because we did not stop to release any captives. All the prison doors were open. The prison cells were empty. The captive spirits were safely home.

And then we were back in my tiny studio apartment.

Jesus held me tight in his arms for a few minutes. He said he loved me and would never leave me or forsake me. He admonished me not to fear. He is always with me. He told me the time had come for all things to be fulfilled. And then he was just not there…………

The work we did chopping down the Ashera poles has not gone unnoticed by the throngs of Ashera/bell foreign god/idol worshippers among us today. Those poles were their power base. They have no power or authority now. The only thing they have left is make believe.

Ch 48 The Original Identity Theft-Fight or Flight

The intrusion by the police using a key to the home I owned soon led to my trauma that caused the surgeons to have to knit me a new body. The surgery was more than 10 hours long. The surgeons cut me open like the old tin sardine cans, pulled out all my organs and all 29 feet of bowel and put them in a Petrie dish on a table next to my surgical bed. My bowel was Swiss cheese. They meticulously searched for any section that was suitable to be reconstructed surgically. During all of this proceeding I was out of body. I saw myself on the surgical table and then I was aware of being somewhere else. I was caught up into the heavenlies. I was with the man in white linen with the keys to the kingdom at his belt. We walked along the river of life and lingered to talk under the tree of life. At one point he turned to me and said, “It is time for you to go back.” I said, “NOOOOO uh uh. I am not going back there.” He simply said, “They are ready for you now.” And I heard swish swish and the sound of a recovery room. The pain was inhuman. I soon passed out and was awakened in my hospital room. The nurse ran out the door, “DOCTOR SHE IS AWAKE!”

And I was. I was here in time/space and as fully aware as is possible here where we see through as through a glass darkly. The next few months were intense with recovery. I took an apartment in Kansas City, MO. The FBI came by to talk to me. I gave them very detailed information. They agreed I was telling the truth. The United States Chamber of Commerce, Washington DC wanted to relocate me after a psychiatric fitness exam. I did the exam and passed. I relocated to the east coast still with USCC, DC for almost a year. I had to keep moving because the factions of the United States who are really behind the 9/11 military offensive and their branches and are everywhere.

One night coming home after dark from a meeting I held in my position as representative for USCC, DC in my new east coast location, I was boxed in by cars while driving down the highway at highway speeds. The drivers of the car in front of me, at my left side, and behind me tried to force off the road. They were strategically place so I could not change lanes and escape them. As I was driving I used my cell phone to call the highway patrol. I reported who I was and that I needed them to come NOW. The did not get there very fast……………………

I took down the license tags of the cars boxing me in. When the state highway patrol arrived, the cars left. I gave the highway patrol the license plate number and the descriptions of the 3 main cars boxing me in. The local police came back to me saying the license plate numbers I gave the highway patrol were not even close to being right. Hmmm. Why not? I had ample time to check and recheck the plate numbers I wrote down for the three cars. They had done their investigation. I was alright and on my way home safely now. Nothing more was going to come of it.

I found out later the highway I was driving home on was well known by the locals for these kinds of activities after dark. The locals avoided that highway. The policing authorities were obviously aware of the after dark issues on this highway. So at the very least the perpetrators were allowed to keep up their after dark antics with their permission. If so this was institutionalized behavior and USCC, not even USCC, DC, could protect me . How big was this? Some of my members of USCC, DC were part of the “American Alchaida” President Bush spoke about. I had no idea how deep their participation or the participation of USCC had become. I did not have enough information to sort it out. I soon resigned my position at USCC, DC. I moved myself from the midatlantic state to the southern part of the Florida peninsula. One week later I was back in the business world only this time I was the owner and groups like USCC, DC were making sales calls on me.

I did join USCC, DC and the local Chamber of Commerce. I paid admission to several motivational and business education seminars that came to southern Florida and held meetings in hotels or convention halls. I first experienced the Deutche Bank and the global banking cartels for myself at one of these business seminars I attended. One of their global players was the keynote speaker. He and I literally collided in the aisle as I struggled to find my seat. I had not met him before. I had not seen a picture of the keynote that evening. Imagine my surprise when he took the stage and was introduced as our keynote speaker for the convention. He sent a messenger to tell me he was interested in meeting me. I was honored and a bit naive but did not see anything negative to the invitation. I gave the messenger one of my business cards with my phone number and suggested he call me with the arrangements. I never did get that call. He sent the messenger a few more times and I gave him my business card each time. I finally said I would be happy to meet him. Perhaps have dinner with him. Just have him call me.

For some reason I have never understood completely he took this as a rejection. I soon learned this level power money broker are accustomed to just summoning anyone they want and they come. I may have the distinction of being the only one who has ever had the Moxy to say no or at least expect him or someone to make arrangements for dinner and set a time and date. This set some very intense behaviors in motion. I learned through messengers he owned a house on a north east beach he planned to set me up in thinking he would come around once in a while for sex. Nothing ever happened. I absolutely do not do that. Never had before and have not since. I just do not do that.

Turns out he really was looking for a trophy wife. I guess that is every girls dream. Every girl but me. I had been through too much with my ex husband and his family. On a not so grand scale his family decided to go ahead and let him marry me so he could have sex with me since I would not give him any until we were married. It was ok with his family because they intended to let him have his way with me the one night of the wedding night and then annul the marriage.

In a few days after the wedding night, his dad came to me saying his son never loved me just wanted sex and I would not give it to him so they were going to annul the marriage.

I said no. In my family we marry for life and no divorce is allowed. Period. You made your choice. You made your bed. Lie in it. In my family we were married for life. My ex father in law screamed at me, “Release my SON!” I said no. My ex father in law said he would exact release for his son if it took him the rest of his life. He meant it. He did everything he could to do me harm. After 20 years of marriage and the destruction of my health, he finally got us separated. He tricked a judge in to believing I had abandoned him and the children and got a quickie divorce. I did not know anything had been filed until 15 minutes before the divorce that was already gaveled was final.

God showed up in my apartment with dark clouds and lighting and peels of thunder. His voice that sounded like thunder said, “This is not my marriage. Let it go.” I actually talked back to Creator GOD! I said, “But what God has joined together let not man put asunder.” More peels of lightening and the voice thundered, “I did not make this marriage. Will you be joined to the house of Satan?” I said noooooooo! Never Lord. Never! “Let this go.”

Ok By now the courts were closed anyway and my divorce was final. Years and generations of family and religious belief was wiped out in this visitation from Father GOD.

The global merchant stalked me across the entire North American Continent. He sent his enormous yacht around the cape of good hope to meet me where I hid in Canada. I learned much later he is a major player in the New World Order.

I know now.

God had saved me and preserved me again.

Ch 41 The Original Identity Theft – the players in this final game as time ends

It is important for you to have the players in this final drama as time ends straight so you do not get caught up in a deception and carried off course. The ones called “Gods people” in the book of Revelation New Testament Christian Bible that CREATOR GOD allows to be defeated by the antichrist are “church” the ones who have taken the name of Jesus in vain. This phrase “take the name of Jesus in vain” does not mean saying the “GD” word or any other form of swearing or cursing or foul language. Taking the name of Jesus in vain is the act of having the form of godliness but denying the power there of. Taking on Christianity but denying Acts Chapter 2 or the power and influence of the Holy Spirit in our day. This can even be “blaspheming the Holy Spirit” which is the ONE unforgivable sin. Blaspheming the Holy Spirit is much more than verbiage spewed out of our mouths in a heated moment. Confessing with their mouth that Jesus is Lord when Jesus never knew them. They are ever learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth. They are fake. CREATOR GOD does allow the beast to defeat them. It is an empty victory for the beast because their defeat was planned from before the beginning of time. The ones defeated are empty any way.

The ones to go through the war and be defeated by the beast are “the flock created for destruction” talked about in Zechariah 11 when CREATOR GOD commands Zechariah to shepherd the flock doomed to destruction in a symbolic picture of our day today. If you are one among the flock created for destruction, do not worry about it. Go about your normal lives. Make the decisions you make. If you end up in that war you were created before time and chosen to be one defeated by the red dragon. This is the definition of predestination. Predestination is real and set by CREATOR GOD.

The rest of us still have a bunch of work to do so do not be upset at us if we do not mourn you too long. We will not have time. Revelation 13:10b says THIS IS WHEN GODS HOLY PEOPLE MUST PERSEVERE AND TRUST. The definition of “holy” is separate or hidden. We will be busy to exhaustion persevering and keeping faith.

To those of us called to remain past the defeat of “the holy ones”, the “called out ones”, the “church” it seems like their defeat is the end. The first beast hands over his power and authority to the second beast. This is the the new paradigm. This exchange of authority from the first beast to the second beast happened on the shore of the sea of glass in time/space time on the Second Sunday in September 2010. This is accomplished.

With that victory, the harlot church sits down by Lucifer and watches the next act of this drama as it unfolds. The power and dominion of the first beast and the second beast overlap in time/space. Both are on earth at the same time. They work like a tag-team in boxing. Both use the position of the red dragon as their power base. The second beast has two horns like a lamb but speaks like the dragon. It has all the authority of the first beast that just defeated “the holy people” or “holy ones”. The book of Revelation says the second beast exercises the authority in the presence of the first beast who is seated beside Satan at the sea of glass under the throne of CREATOR GOD.

Wow. Picture that. The first beast that came out of the sea of glass wages war on “the holy people”, the “church”, and defeats those who take up arms. To those who have ears to hear, hear now. The ones who “take up arms” are the flock doomed to destruction. This was done by CREATOR GOD before time began.

Overcomers do not take up arms. They overcome the beast by the word of their testimony. Faith and calm are their strength. They defeat Antichrist with a song……

Selah

Ch 37 Original Identity Theft-Revelation 18:11 Worlds business weeps over judgment on Babylon the Great Harlot

CREATOR GODS judgment is swift and complete. Revelation 18:8 says “Therefore her plagues will come in a single day—-death, sorrow and famine; she will be burned with fire, because Adonai Elohim, her judge is MIGHTY.

The Great Harlot Church has deceived the whole world into worshipping at its altars. CREATOR GOD calls her children out of her, the harlots lair, and brings judgment on Babylon the Great Harlot, Vatican City.

Revelation 18:11 says, “THE WORLD’S BUSINESSMEN WEEP AND MOURN OVER HER, BECAUSE NO ONE IS BUYING THEIR MERCHANDISE ANY MORE. STOCKS OF GOLD AND SILVER, GEMS, AND PEARLS, FINE LINEN AND PURPLE, SILK AND SCARLET, ALL RARE WOODS, ALL IVORY GOODS, ALL KINDS OF THINGS MADE WITH SCENTED WOOD, BRASS, IRON AND MARBLE, CINNAMON, CARDAMOM, INCENSE, MYRRH, FRANKINSENSE, WINE, OIL, FLOWER, GRAIN, CATTLE SHEEP, HORSES, CHARIOTS—-AND BODIES—– AND PEOPLES SOULS—–……..

Such great wealth in a single hour, ruined!

Rejoice over her, Heaven! Rejoice, People of GOD!

Emissaries and prophets!

For in judging her, GOD has vindicated YOU.

Revelation 18:23 B-24 says “For your businessmen were the most powerful on earth, all nations were deceived by your magic spell. In her (the great harlot Vatican City) was found the blood of the prophets and of GOD’s people, indeed, of all who have been slaughtered on earth!”

The apostle John testifies that all nations have drunk of the wine of CREATOR GOD’s fury caused by the whoring idolatry of Babylon the Great, Vatican City. Yes, the kings of the earth went whoring with her and after her. From her unrestrained love of Luxury the worlds businessmen (the merchants) have become lavishly rich.

It may be this is where some get the idea that “capitalism” is the great harlot and “Capitalists” are the “merchants” making The United States of America Babylon the Great. The city built for destruction and judged by CREATOR GOD.

That is not true. There is no place on planet earth where a center for capitalism sits on seven hills. Capitalism is not tolerated in every country and no one worships at altars in capitalism. Accusing Capitalism to be the great harlot Babylon the Great is a plot of antichrist, the second beast/finance, and Satan to deceive the masses and blind as many as can be blinded by their own choices to worship idols and love money from knowing what is the true harlot of Revelation and what in truth captures their souls.

These world class business merchants who have become rich call themselves “Christian”. They align themselves with the modern “Church”. They are the ground force marching army of the second beast, Finance. They are the new world order. They are the antichrist system. Like the second beast, they appear to be good, Christians, Church going people, pillars of their synagogues. In everything they do they have the appearance and likeness of a True Son of CREATOR GOD. They are not. Inside they are ravenous wolves. They are the insatiable hunger spoken of the the ancient prophets in Israel. Their sword is never satiated. They are the soldiers of the second beast the red dragon, Satan, calls to come up out of the sea of glass.

We who are on earth during this event are greatly loved and greatly honored among humankind to be chosen to be alive at this point in history. We have just seen the paradigm shift between the first beast, which is organized religion Church, and the second beast which is the global banking cartels. The shift actually happened on earth and in the Heavenlies on the morning of the Second Sunday of November 2009. The church age is over. The first beast has relinquished its power to the second beast and sat down by Satan on the shores of the seal of glass to watch the plans of the second beast unfold, plans to rule the world and take over creation and CREATOR GODs position.

CH 30 The Original Identity Theft-On Lilith and the woman who bore the male child

Lilith is an aspect of CREATOR GOD the ONE the original being. She is a glorified being who did not suffer the fall of man because she was not in the Garden of Eden at the time of the fall. She was in a place CREATOR GOD prepared specifically to hide her.

Revelation 12:14 says of Lilith, the woman who gave birth to the male man child, “was given the two wings of the great eagle so that she could fly to her place in the desert, where she is taken care of away from the serpent’s presence.”

Let me remind you all of this happened outside of time. Time is not a factor here so these events are not linear. They do not happen one right after another. They do not happen in sequence. They do not happen in any specific order. And the descriptions of the events are said more than one way and manifest more than once in different forms.

The flight of Lilith the woman carrying the man child is depicted on earth in the flight of Mary and Joseph fleeing with Jesus into the deserts of Egypt to escape from the brutal slaying of the first born sons in Israel as decreed by King Herod. This pattern is also carried through in the flight of Mary Magdalene, the wife of Jesus, who was with child at the time of the crucifixion, to the south of France to escape from the jealousy of Jesus disciples. And there are more than one Mary of Magdala in history. She is often confused with the woman at the well or the demonized woman Jesus healed or even the Mary of Mary and Martha fame who sat at Jesus feet while her sister Martha toiled over the meal they were to have.

The “desert” or “dry land” CREATOR GOD prepared for Lilith, the woman who gave birth to the man child, is “the earth”. Earth, nature, mother earth rescues Lilith from the serpent, the red dragon, that is spewing waters out of his mouth to drown her. These waters are the waters CREATOR GOD the ONE divides in Genesis 1:6. Earth rescues Lilith by swallowing up the waters so the woman and child would not drown. Perhaps these waters are the very waters of the flood of Noah’s time. The waters of the great flood came from “the deep”. “The deep” is the place where earth “captured the waters being spewed out of the mouth of the dragon to kill Lilith”.

Selah

Ch 29 The Original Identity Theft-Revelation 12-13 red dragon pursues woman who gave birth to the male child

Revelation 12:13 says, “When the dragon saw that he had been hurled down to earth, he went in pursuit of the woman who had given birth to the male child.” The woman is Lilith.

Lilith is not widely known or accepted as the mother of the new paradigm. She has been defamed through out history and demonized. She is vilified as the purveyor of death! Lilith did not create death. She does not have the power or the authority of voice to create anything. This too is an identity theft.

Lilith is an aspect of CREATOR GOD. She is a glorified being who did not suffer the fall of man because she was not in the Garden of Eden at the time of the fall of man. She was in a place CREATOR GOD prepared specifically to hide her.

Death is the state of being cut off from the live and presence of CREATOR GOD the ONE the Father. Death came into creation when Lucifer rebelled and CREATOR GOD cast out of the presence of CREATOR GOD. Lucifer is the progenitor and purveyor of all death/separation from LIFE. Lucifer caused a rip in the fabric of the original being as he cascaded through void wildly thrashing his tail capturing 1/3 of the angels as he fell. When Lucifer now Ha Satan reached Eden he declared he was GOD and began renaming all of creation. The thing we call death is what happened when Lucifer was sucked out of the LIFE of the original being the ONE into void/darkness. Lucifer spewed out waters of LIFE along the way. CREATOR GOD the ONE manifested and implemented an emergency procedure to close the gaping hole slashed in the Original Being. GOD the ONE created the expanse and divided the waters into that which is above the dome and that which is below the dome to heal the SELF and restore CREATOR GOD to ONE.

CH 27 The Original Identity Theft-Consequences for transgressing the voice of GOD came quickly

The consequences to Satan and the rebellion and its targeted victims for transgressing the VOICE of CREATOR GOD THE ONE came quickly. Adam must work for a living. The ground will no longer yield its increase to man freely. Man/person must work the ground to make it produce. Eve, the ish/person bears her seed the children in pain. The serpent Lucifer now Ha Satan bruised her heel and her seed will forever bruise the serpents head.

When Adam ate the forbidden fruit the glory of GOD left him. He lost his radiance much like Lucifer. The first Adam is no longer clothed in LIGHT. It was Satan’s intent to cause the Adama/Adam/ish to hurt as bad as he did and be equally as bad. Satan succeeded in making all of Adam/Adama/is and the seed suffer the consequences of rebellion.

Adam/person was ashamed after the Shekinah Glory fell. When Adam ate the fruit of the tree of knowledge he knew himself to naked, stripped of the glory, the light and the abiding presence of CREATOR GOD the ONE. Eve/person also at the fruit of the tree of knowledge and the two of them were naked and ashamed. When CREATOR GOD came to them in the garden in Eden as he often did Adam told God he was naked. God asked Adam how he knew he was naked. Did someone tell him he was naked? Adam answered no one told me I was naked. The woman you gave me brought me fruit from the tree and told me to eat it and I did. Now I am naked. Do not come here. I am ashamed for you to see me. The first Adam knew sin, knew guilt and knew shame for the first time.

Ch 15 The Original Identity Theft-Time illustrated by the shoe box

The SHOE BOX

When I was a little girl my Aunt made a shadow box out of a shoe box for me to play with. She cut out a square at the end of one side of the box for viewing the contents. In that shadow box, she put a miniature house and a street and miniature trees in the front yard of the miniature house and the tiny little dolls who lived there. I had a tree swing. I could walk the tiny paper dolls down the street or push the baby in the stroller or swing them in the tree swing. I spent hours playing in this tiny world full on my imagination where the paper dolls lived and carried out their day.

To CREATOR GOD time is the size of that shadow box with all of the universe inside. There are mini homes and mini villages and all the years of time in that one shadow box the size of a shoe box. God created time to limit the rebellion so it could not continue without ceasing. Time is a boundary that holds Satan and his plan to a specific size. The rebellion cannot grow or expand or learn or change. The rebellion is finite and we are at its end now today. Creator GOD can hold everything in Lucifers rebellion and the creation in which he staged it in the palm of his hand. This is a testimony to the omnipotence and omnipresence of CREATOR GOD but also shows the size and importance of the rebellion in Heaven. The shadow box sits on a table in a corner in the throne room. Envision the shoe box sized universe in your mind sitting on a small table in Creator’s throne room. See the miniature village in the shoe box as you look through the hole cut in the end. CREATOR GOD with the “watchers” and “the Holy Ones” and the Cherubim and Seraphim and all the hosts of angels and stars and and every living being and the entire heavenly host watch us here in “time” as we go through our everyday lives. Time is a capsule the relative size of a shoe box. Time is part of creation just like you and me and the two trees in the midst of the garden. Time is finite and closed with distinct boundaries. Inside the shadowbox is the universe and all the galaxies and the stars and the firmament the dome.

Let that soak in for a minute or Selah.

The entirety of that great expanse so big that human beings with all our advanced science and information age are not even able to measure is relatively the size of a shoe box to CREATOR GOD. Our GOD is able to hold all of what is our daily experience and all of history and the expanses of the universe in the palm of his hand. Creator called it time.

How big is our GOD?