Wednesday August 15, 2018
“Wednesday’s child is full of woe…”
I wish I could download pictures as I was able to do in the past, but this little laptop computer has me stumped as to how in the world I could do that now. I hope the color of my blog page will still be the same at least! However, we make do with what we have, and press on.
I think I’ll also need to make this a short comment, since this laptop’s word processor seems to be totally unpredictable, and will, seemingly at will, suddenly erase my entire content in one fell-swoop, leaving me frustrated, and upset! It will even suddenly shrink my page down all on it’s own, and even open other pages against my will–almost like it’s haunted! I know, though, the only thing ‘haunting’ it could be some computer program created by those with malicious intent, that reacts to words that are typed. Then, once you type in those words it swoops in, and begins obfuscating everything you try to type. So far it shrank this page down about 3 times, then opened extra windows about the same amount of times, the little ‘devil’…lol.
Those who long for the ‘new’worldorder/oneworldgovt. really need to get a grip, and stop believing that they can just ignore the truth, or shut down sources for it, so they can have their own infantile way in this world. They will not be inheriting the earth, nor will they be able to live for all eternity without having to face their Almighty Creator. Instead, fantasyland will suddenly come crashing down into reality in the end, and they will be left with absolutely nothing, no matter what they do to live in the false world they dream about, and work towards inhabiting–minus about 7 billion of us–since, they want to rid themselves of us, so they can have the earth all to themselves. If you find that hard to believe please use your own computer and check out info on the “Georgia Guidestones”. That modern day version of ‘Stone Henge’ wasn’t placed there, with it’s ‘new’ age version of the 10 commandments for mankind, for nothing.
I wish I could place links to information on that in this post but I can’t–same for pictures–so, if you are interested in checking it all out for yourselves, please just use your favorite search engine, and there should be links galore provided. It’s a fascinating journey, this learning about what’s been taking place right under our very noses, yet simultaneously, clandestinely behind our backs, for hundreds of years now, by those whose ‘god’ is not the Almighty, and they seem to work so tirelessly towards the goal ‘he’s’ set for them–a one world govt. under ‘his’ control. You remember the saying that goes, “Working like a demon”? I never had any idea how true it really was until the last 4 1/2 decades. I’ve been doing research into it all since before the turn of this century as well, and I really began studying it all in earnest after what happened on 9/11/2001 in NYC.
Well, in spite of how gloomy that subject can be, the Good News is the fact that, no matter how hard they try to plot and plan their way to what they consider ‘freedom’, which to them consists of never having to do what the Almighty wishes, they will lose everything in the end, including their very souls. I pray that all of mankind will be awakened by Almighty God before it’s too late for each of them, and that He shows them the one and only way out of the mess they/mankind [on the whole], has found itself in since the creation of Adam–genuine repentance, and grasping with both hands the faith in Jesus, that God the Father will put before them, and ask the Lord Jesus to forgive them their sins, and be their Lord and Savior.
Once they do that, the Lord will save their very souls from what God, Himself, ordained to be the one and only future of mankind who die without the One solution to their demise provided by Him–faith in the finished work of His ‘only begotten Son’, Jesus of Nazareth.
I know how preachy that all sounded, but it’s the truth as presented to us within the pages of God’s holy written word, and I, for one, do not wish “…that any should perish…”[2 Peter 3:9 KJV], which is something that God Almighty doesn’t wish to happen, but dealing with mankind is a very, VERY tough job–one that cost His Son His very life. I am so very grateful that Jesus may have died on that cross for our sakes, but He rose back from death to life after 3 days, which is the only reason any human beings will ever find themselves walking the streets of heaven some day. [Alleluia, and Amen!]
I remember grandma talking about how the streets of heaven were made out of gold, and I could just picture that as she’d talk about it. Actually, though, those streets are paved with/made out of gold that has the appearance of crystal, so they are transparent!
“…and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.”[Revelation 21:21 KJV]
And, that’s not all–the entire city of God, called The New Jerusalem, is made of the very same pure gold:
“…and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass.”[Revelation 21:18 KJV]
Wow, right?! I remember this dream I had way back in 1974, when I was going through what amounted to “hell-on-earth”, right before I had my emotional collapse, and I am positive now, as I was then, that God gave me that dream to help get me through what I was going through, to show me that He was there with me, and for me never to be afraid that He would forsake me, and I’d find myself without His help. In the dream I remember this glorious castle sitting high up on a large hill, and it was made of gleaming crystal, so brilliant it shown brightly even though the ‘world’ around it was in complete darkness. I remember how it looked as I glanced at it over my shoulder as I was leaving.
I was heading back out into the ‘cold, cruel world’, where it was so very dark, and dangerous. I was scrambling down the hillside outside one of the castle walls, and I just remember how beautiful the clear crystal-like castle looked sitting up there on that blessed mountain top. My path downward, back into the ‘world’ outside was filled with dirt, and weeds, bramble bushes and stickers[those nasty, little thorns we used to end up getting stuck in our bare feet as we played outside at times!], and down towards the bottom of the hillside it was so dark I couldn’t yet see the bottom.
Yet, instead of feeling gloom settling into my heart, I felt the opposite. I felt so happy, and so loved, and so cared about, and as I woke up I realized that, through that beautiful, but all-too-brief dream, that God, the Father had managed to save my very life–maybe not from physical death, but from a spiritual one. And, He left me filled with a resolve to never give up, never stop fighting to regain my own life back. The life that had been mine, emotionally, mentally, spiritually–next, it very well may have been my physical life that was extinguished, I was in such a bad, bad way.
I won’t go into why, or how, but just know that what happened to me, over a period of over one month, involved no one else but myself–however, it may have appeared that I was ‘just fine’ on the outside, but inside, what I had experienced had thrown my mind into utter chaos, and it took decades of work on my part, and with help from the Lord and our blessed heavenly Father, to finally reach where I now am today–free from nearly all of the vestiges of what the horrors I experienced, and lived through within my own mind, had done to me. It was akin to what the victims of the horrors of ‘mind control’, that the rotten, evil people involved in that ugly program called “Operation Mockingbird” put them through. They have had to live through unimaginable, grotesque horrors, as they were systematically tortured into submission by those monstrous individuals.
However, what I went through was not orchestrated by any person, living or dead. God’s word speaks about who and what they are that ended up besieging my mind, and how horrible they’ve now become, due to their own rebellion against God and Christ. I would never have believed in, as well as I do now, their existence, even after reading the Bible’s description of them–to me, during and after all that I experienced during that month’s time, they became genuinely real–because, they are real, just as God’s word tells us they are–they became much more than words on pages, and they hate anyone who does not want to help them in their quest. In fact, I mistook one of them for the Lord at one point, and told ‘him’ “I know who you are–you’re Jesus–and I love you!”–that’s how stupid I was, lol–so, after that, their hatred knew no bounds, and they were ‘hell-bent’ on destroying me from my mind, downwards to my toes.
You know, even after 44 years, it’s something I’ve never really had the chance to tell to anyone else. I wanted so badly to tell someone what had happened, and what I was literally up against, as I struggled to regain my own life back, to put the pieces of my shattered mind back together–but, as one psych. doc told me once, when I asked him if he wanted me to explain what had happened to me, that, “No–it’s not necessary.” Just like that he dismissed everything about what had caused my collapse–it didn’t take me long to realize, after that, that, so far as my genuine, internal struggles went, I was on my own–except for the Almighty, and His Son, who was my Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus:
“But the salvation of the righteous is the LORD: he is their strength in time of trouble.”[Psalm 37:39 KJV]
One of the happiest days of my life, outside of my wedding day, and the births of both of my boys, was the day that I was told that the panel of psych. docs who had spent one month reviewing my entire case, had decided there was nothing wrong with me—that they were convinced I was ‘just a lonely housewife who needed attention’–I could have danced an Irish jig right then and there I was so happy at hearing that! To me, that meant they had just cleared the way for me to finally be able to get off the medication that had been so helpful to me for nearly 2 decades, but that I knew was also extremely physically dangerous to continue taking.
So, once I’d secured the blessings of another dr., that I could finally stop taking the medication, I spent what seemed like years trying to lower the dosage slowly enough so that the drug withdrawal wouldn’t cause frighteningly awful side effects, as it was finally know to cause in patients who were withdrawn from it as though it was any normal type drug–No, it’s not! It’s a menace, one they hadn’t realized was as bad as it was! However, I don’t hate it, since, without it’s helping me get the much needed rest and sleep I had so desperately needed during that long period of time, I doubt any progress could really have been made on my part. It was far more frightening than anyone can imagine–my mind needed years to heal, and that drug truly helped give that to me.
Anyway, that’s my ‘story–and I’m sticking to it!’ It’s all true. I just am not so sure I ever meant to write about it like this–I used to think I should write it down in a book, and publish it. I don’t think so any longer. That might be construed as making money off of my own folly, along with the help that ‘heaven’ gave to me. Sometimes, I refer to all the books and video tapes being sold to the public concerning “the end times”, and everything surrounding that, that can be found in God’s word, as somehow “Monetizing the Eschaton”. To me, I’m not so sure that would be right anymore, since the Lord told us that, what we are ‘freely given’, we need to ‘freely give’. Oh well, we’ll see–prayers about it are in order–and if the answer is “NO”, so be it as the will of the Almighty. Perhaps He might help me realize just how I might use my experiences to help others, then. Perhaps…:)
“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down and a time to build up; a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to morn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stone, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. He hath made everything beautiful in his time…”[Ecclesiastes 3:1-11 KJV]
Amen. If you wish to hear those words being put to song, go to YouTube.com and type in “Turn, Turn, Turn” by the Byrds, from the 1960’s–I love that song! 🙂