GOD told me to tell you, so I am going to share with you what the LORD sent me.
The source of my enlightenment is AN EXORCIST TELLS HIS STORY by Gabriele Amorth. This is the source. So much mystifying mind numbing events in my life finally make sense.
Please let me preface today's post with words of CAUTION. Please read carefully and without fear.
1. "It (witchcraft) has been practiced throughout human history and by all civilizations."
2. "Scripture warns us that witchcraft is one of the most common means used by the devil to bind men to himself and dehumanize them."
3. "Mediums and spiritualists invoke powerful spirits or the souls of the dead, without realizing that they have given themselves body and soul to demonic powers."
Well, that certainly makes sense. I can clearly remember standing and kneeling along side Martha as a toddler. I remember saying; "Wha'cha doin' Mathy Jane?" And her response; "Gitting my goofer dust!"
It was pit black, we were deep in the woods in a Colored cemetery called the Cow Field. There was a full moon and Martha carried a kerosene lantern. Being the good mother she was, she taught us the correct method for procuring it (golfer dust). If you wanted to do good, too heal, or get a job or something, you went to little Nerrissa's grave. She died soon after birth, therefore she was innocent, totally without sin.
If you wanted to do evil, you went to a murdered man's grave. Someone that was known to be evil, treacherous.
I know now the woman I called mother was an imp, an ignorant woman that sold her soul to the devil. I know my family has paid mightily. Paid too much. Please don't remain in that dark over crowded pit with that miserable ignorant woman or people of her ilk or kind.
Get on your knees and thank GOD for sending you WORD, for revealing His Truth. "Know ye the Truth!" It will set you free. It set me free.
Psychologists define my mother's condition as Necrophilia. I know she was just another reprobate, full of pride and ignorance. There was one thing she used to do that made me laugh to myself and shake my head. While folding her clothes and straightening her drawers in her "ChesterDraw" [Remember, she successfully enslaved me.] I came across some of *R***'s (fine young new husband) underwear, socks, and some unmentionables, intertwined or entangled with her panties.
Laughing I said; "What is this!?" She explained that as long as a woman kept her lover's intimate garments intertwined with hers that man could never leave her. Father Gabriele Amorth defines this as; "Contagious magic is based on the principle of physical contact, or contagion. To have influence over the target, the sorcerer must have access to something of his, such as hair, nail clippings, clothes."
Children I don't know how or when my mother fell into the clutches of satan. It is obvious she did and sadly she suffered mightily. So did we. An entire family, now stretching into four and five generations.
GOD told me to remind you that He gave you weapons to fight that "roaring lion", truth, justice, faith, and the double-edged sword of God's word."
Remember, satan desires to sift you as wheat. You don't have to take it. You are not powerless! He gave us POWER! Holy Ghost Power! Rebuke satan! Claim your place around GOD's Throne.
(GOD told me to tell you); Practice walking in His Glory today! Smile, beam, radiate GOD's Glory. It is in you let it shine. Let it shine so brightly that no imp from the devil will dare approach you. When they see you coming they will flee.
Be abundantly blessed today. Dear LORD destroy every cancer cell, every negative "I am already defeated" thought from the wicked one. Piece us back together LORD. Knit every cell, mend every broken heart, restore health, build us up, make us strong.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy, and Truth engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Copyright March 18, 2014 All rights reserved.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
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