Tag: 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.