(11) THE IGNITER--THE REALITY OF SPIRITUAL WARFARE!

Stepping out into the Montana snow in early February was excruciating but I needed to appease my addiction for nicotine. I was not allowed to smoke in the apartment, so I had thrown on my shoes and jacket and stood shivering on the back landling. This was my first evening in Montana.

My eyes searched out my new surroundings but my gaze stopped immediately, as I became instantly fixated on a statue that seemed to be glaring at me from across the yard. It was perfectly positioned, staring angrily towards the entrance of the door.

Now I know that may sound silly but there was something about this owl and I hated it...I despised it and I was not quite sure why. I had the urge to trudge through the snow and smash its head into the garage siding, sending its nasty evil glare into a million pieces of plaster.

I stood puffing on my ciggarette glaring back at it, wondering why I was wanting to do this to this nice little old man's statue. As I turned away to go inside, something made me spin around, stomp down the pathway covered in snow and up to this statue. I hesitated, not wanting to even touch it but I did anyways. With all of my strength, I twisted it's ugly neck and faced him to stare at the side of the building, as if it was a small child being punished in the corner. I felt satisfied and turned around and went back inside.

The very next morning, I stepped outside and to my shock and surprise, here was this hateful rat faced owl, again glaring at me. Someone had apparently turned him around and perfectly positioned him towards the door entrance again.

I immediately and defiantly marched back down the walkway and turned him around once again to glare into the building panneling. I hurried back inside, so not to be seen by my landlord. How do I explain to someone who has just rented me a place over the phone that I would love nothing more than to smash his owls face in? Hehehe.

Later that afternoon I had visited with this nice little old man and his wife. I felt sorry for them, they were very old-I thought possibly in their late 80's or early 90's and seemed to be "friendless." I sat upstairs at their kitchen table, glancing around the room and listening to him talk. She sat quietly at the table saying very little and just nodding here and there.

As I looked around their kitchen, their living room I noticed that there were no pictures of anything of substance on the wall. I was a bit shocked by this. Not a celebration, no children's pictures, no old wedding photo's...absolutely nothing.

"How strange," my fleeting thoughts said to me.

Again, my eyes became fixated on a small clay-like sculpture sitting in the living room on the television. It sat between two other sculptures but this particular one in the middle screamed out at me. This internal screaming was not about anything good.

"Where is that from?" I asked him, pointing over to the artifact with some unnatural energy around it.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked me.

I stared at him, stunned by his rude reply. What is the big secret really? What an odd response I had thought. When people ask where I got my dress, I have no problem telling them Salvation Army.

"Is it Inca or something?" I asked again, curious of why he wouldn't tell me where it was from and egging him on because that's the kind of girl I am. I have seen many artifacts, some upclose and most only in pictures but for some reason I could not identify the origin of this very old artifact. Egypt?

I laughed outloud and told him that I was very good in my searches on-line and that eventually I would find out where that artifact was from, so why not just tell me and just save me the time. Ironically, I don't know to this day where it came from because I have not been able to find anything like it online or in the artifact pictures. He never did answer me either.

"Why do you ask?" he methodically asked me again.

I was over this little game I could tell he was playing with me. Okay, you really want to know grandpa- than I will tell you. "I don't like it-- that's why!"

He just smiled a strange grin. I felt the strong urge to walk over to his television set and pick it up and smash it against the wall, knocking the cheesy hotel picture off the wall along with it.

"What do you mean you don't like it? Why not?" he grinned.

I stared into his eyes and said, "Down here it looks this small, as I pinched my fingers tiny, up there (spiritual) it looks this big to me." I held my arms out wide as if to hug someone very large. I almost thought I saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

THE BOHEMIAN OWL OF EVIL

"As a matter of fact, I don't like your owl either," I spurted out of my mouth unexpectedly.

"You hate my owl also? Now why is that?" he said smugly.

I stared into his eyes and again loudly replied, "It reminds me of a 'Bohemian Owl' and I don't like it." As spontaneously as I had spouted this out, his reply came a split second later.

"The Bohemian Grove? I have been in there once, twice, maybe three times," holding this strange grin on his face and looking down between his crossed arms. His wife leaned over immediately and tapped his arm. "That's enough dear," she said firmly and he fell silent.

(The Bohemian Grove contains a massive pagan idol--an owl--pagan rituals of burning/killing/child sacrifices- DISTURBING to anyone who loves God--to acknowledge that our world leaders and elite are inside the Bohemian grove and worse-robed and watching plays ? of such satanic pagan rituals and child sacrafices.) if you are familiar with the Bible you will know who Moloch is and what God specifically tells us about such pagan satanic behavior and 'who' is behind this.)

An unexplained energy came over me that I can not describe in any words that could explain this frightening experience. Something was warning me, a strong feeling came over me out of nowhere, it was screaming at me. I didn't know where it was coming from or who was screaming, sending me my flight or fight adrenaline but it filled those two rooms until I felt as if I could not breath.

I have never felt anything like it and to tell you the truth, I was terrified by it. My head was pounding and I needed to get out of their home. It was so strange, so creepy. I felt like jumping up and running out of there but something warned me to not show my fear. What ever this was, whoever this energy whoever or whatever was sending these messages to me warning me and telling me to run, I heeded them.

I pretended...standing up slowly while faking a smile. "I have to get back to unpacking." I was forcing myself to walk slowly...gliding to the front door...opening it slowly and smiling. "I will visit again soon okay?" I slowly pulled the door and as soon as I heard the door click... I bolted down the stairs as if my pants were on fire!

Twig was sitting on the couch staring into thin air as I whipped the door open, my eyes buldging from this supernatural experience upstairs. I quickly told him what had transpired and he was not quite sure why I was so alarmed.

He had seen my reaction with so many demonic assaults in the past few months that he was surprised by my fear this time. I leaned over on the couch and said whispering, "He knows about the Bohemian Owl and he says he has been in the Bohemian Grove three times." How nice can this man really be if he was inside the Bohemian Grove?"

Twig just shrugged it off, not fully understanding the seriousness of this. As I stated, smart as a bag of rocks at times but I loved him!

I knew that there was a reason for all of these demonic attacks bombarding me for months but I had not discovered the reason why. All I knew was that no matter how much I liked this old man, I would have reservations because of what had just transpired.

Those spiritual warnings that screamed like a siren at me were nothing to ignore, and due to his disclosure that his wife had tried to stop, I had a gut feeling that he may not be as nice as he pretended to be. It still hadn't occured to me that this sweet white haired old man was the very reason for all of the demonic attacks that Twig and I had been suffering from, well before we arrived to Billings, Montana.

Deuteronomy 7:26, "Neither shalt thou bring an abomination into thine house, lest thou be a cursed thing like it: but thou shalt utterly detest it, and thou shalt utterly abhor it; for it is a cursed thing."

The artifact on his television...the owl outside....I realize why I hated them now...As soon as I read these words of God (above) I understood EXACTLY why I wanted to smash them. I detested and abhorred them because my spirit of truth told me what my logical mind did not understand...these items are cursed with the 'darkness' the liar, the murderer.

FYI: The owl--the artifact of a head/distorted face sculpture and the tiny mason jars-under cupboard--many of them--filled with brown filth---DO NOT OPEN THEM AND DO NOT BREAK THEM--DO NOT JUST THROW THEM AWAY! TAKE THEM TO A FIRE PIT AND THROW THEM INSIDE THE FIRE WHILE PRAYING to God--destroy them in fire!!! No game-no joke! Do not keep them as souvenirs--they will bring much pain to whomever keeps them! BURN THEM ALL! Sounds crazy...but true!

As for hoping that the demonic attacks would stop after arriving-they assaulted us every chance they got in our new place. Apparently they packed their bags and followed us out of Las Vegas to Billings, Montana.

Hearing the loudest thud, I ran around the corner to see Twig picking himself up from the middle of the floor in the living room. "What happened?" I asked him in shock. Twigs reply? "Something just slammed me across the ankles and threw me to the ground."

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I stepped into my tiny bathroom which was attached to my bedroom, I had intended on urinating. I stopped to stare at a puddle of water that seemed to show up on the counter top every time I went into this room. I yelled for Twig to come look at this again.

"What is causing this?" I asked, hoping that he could explain the unexplainable demonic happenings.

He said he had no idea and that he had never heard of anything such as this. I wiped the counter top dry and before our very eyes-a puddle of water appeared again. We were completely baffled as we both are today over this.

He left the room and I closed the door. I stepped over to the toilet to use it and my head was immediately slammed down into the towel rack by an invisible force. It left a red print on my forehead for almost an hour. I stood there seeing stars, shocked that whatever this demonic force was, it had the power to not only bash my head into a towel rack but was able to bring a six foot one guy to the floor.

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I laid down on the couch in the living room to go to sleep. I was on my back laying quietly saying my prayers as I felt my cross being picked up by invisible fingers in the dark and firmly bouncing my cross up and down across my slider, attempting to take it off my neck. I slapped the right side of my neck to stop it. It had jumped around my neck at least 5 times before I actually unfroze my fear to stop it.

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I was standing on the patio with the sliding door open. Holding my coffee cup and a smoke in between my fingers of the other hand, I was speaking to Twig who was standing in the kitchen. I had just reached to grab the screen door and pull it shut when an invisible force pushed my head from behind and slammed the door into the side of my head.

"I can't believe that this just happened," I said, again in shock. Twig just stood there in shock. It seemed to be our favorite way to look at times because of these incidents.

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My cross on my slider never stayed on for very long, even in waking hours. It would constantly be tugged off of my slider and onto the floor. I gave it no power and would bend over, pick it up and place it back on my slider and back onto my neck. It is no exaggeration to say that sometimes it was 100 times a day, no lie. Twig got so tired of seeing me picking it up and putting it back in place on my neck, he told me to squeeze it with pliers or glue it.

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I opened my utility walk-in closet and a hammer instantaneously was slung out, missing my head and landing onto the hallway floor. I was stunned and just stood there in silence. Twig saw it, as he sat at the desk typing.

"Holy crap...he stuttered...that just missed your head," he said in shock.

"Yes, but you see that it didn't hit me now did it? Seems to me that someone is protecting me from this at times."

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One day Twig and I were sitting at the kitchen table talking across from each other. Poof! Off came my cross again and it landed in the middle of the kitchen table in front of us. This was the last time it flew off. Why? Because as I picked it up and looked at it-the steel hole had been broken and there was no way it could be placed on the slider anymore. This was a special cross that Billy had given me many Christmas's ago. (It is with me but no longer around my neck)

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It was beginning to rain and get windy, Twig and I closed down the umbrella and headed back into the kitchen through the screen door. I had stepped in first and headed to my computer. Twig was three steps behind me. He hadn't even had a chance to pull the door shut when a candle holder/5 glasses candles with a steel design on top of the refrigerator was picked up off the fridge and thrown at the back of my head.

I did not see it but Twig did and he had that same face on him when I turned around to watch all five glass holders fly all over the ground, as well as the foundation, none hitting me and none of the glasses breaking.

"That was just thrown at your head Ghost whisper!" he said stunned.

"Yeah, but it didn't hit me did it? And none of my glass got broken either!"

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I pulled the closet door open to grab my jacket, headed out to work. I glanced down the hallway to Twig's bedroom. Twig was walking down the hall with a huge butcher knife in his hand and he was headed straight at me. I was terrified! I screamed out "Twig!" and then nothing was there....not even Twig. I heard Twig's voice yelling from behind his closed door at me.

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Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

I had fallen asleep on my couch for the evening and that evil vibration came around me while I was dreaming. I recognized it while I was sleeping and quickly said my commands of Jesus to make it go away. It didn't this time and it only got stronger and more powerful. When I say that it was the devil-I mean that this was no demon but the big chicken dinner. I felt invisible hands grip my throat and begin choking me.

I was struggling for air and fighting, now awake on the couch, fighting and thrashing with this force in the dark. Twig had run out of his bedroom and flipped the hallway light on. He was scared horribly by what he saw and what he heard me screaming at him! "Satan is choking me, he is trying to strangle me. Satan is trying to kill me!" I gasped for air, coughing for a good five minutes and got very little sleep the rest of the evening.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

I walked into the house to have Twig staring that same look again.

"Your Bible was thrown from the table top onto the floor," he stood pointing at the spot.

"This is just crazy!" he said shaking his head in disbelief.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Twig and I sat on adjacent couches one evening talking. Out of nowhere he jumped up and ran backwards away from me-staring at me with huge eyes of fear.

"Twig what the hell is the matter...what? What?" He looked scared of me, really scared.

"Ghost whisper...your face..I was listening to you and looking at you...your face turned into the most scariest demon's face." Twig stood far back from me, still staring at me in fear and afraid to get closer to me.

"Twig, I am not a demon...I am good. Come back and sit down...it was only an assault and they are trying to scare you."

Twig almost seemed as if he hadn't believed me. He hesitantly walked over to the couch across from me, still carrying fear in his eyes at me. He sat down but I knew he was still very frightened by what he saw.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Often while I am sleeping they will arrive. I feel them coming around me...even when I am far away relaxing and dreaming...their vile vibration is picked up by my spirit.

On many occasions I can literally feel them reach inside my body and squeeze my heart. I instantly know what they are doing...taunting. Jesus will never allow them to kill me...they do it to taunt me. I know exactly what they are doing...they are trying to stop my heart and take pleasure in trying to scare me. They do not scare me, nor does death. I know my God and God would never allow them to bring me to death....NEVER....so they do not scare me.

Waking up one morning, I followed through with my daily routine-bathroom-wash hands-kitchen-cup of old coffee microwaved while new pot brewing-read computer news-try to wake up. I sat with my left hand holding my head up while my eyes sifted through the daily news. The coffee pot was still regurgitating a few minutes later as Twig opened his bedroom door and walked down the hallway towards me.

"Good Morning," he said, stopping in front of me, his eyes looking at me in shock.

"What? What's the matter?" I spouted, already knowing that I am not the 'beauty queen' in the early morning.

"You have blood all over you Ghost whisper," he said shockingly.

"I have what? Where?" I yelled out fully wake now,jumping up from my computer chair. As I looked down at my hand, the left one was draining blood down around all of my fingernails and over my hands. "WTF!" I screamed out.

"It's on your face too and all over your crosses on your chest." Twig stood horrified and baffled. "What did you do to yourself?"

I ran to the bathroom and started to panic as I looked at my bloody face in the mirror. The blood was coming from my hand, the exact place that I had been resting my hand while sitting at the computer. Blood was all over both of my crosses, as well as my chest. (I often will unconsciously play with my necklaces and that is why the blood was there.)

I quickly turned on the warm water and spurted some soap in my hands, rubbing them together. As I placed my hands under the water I screamed out in excruciating pain! "What the heck is going on?" my mind was screaming out questions at this strange happening. There was a hole, missing flesh, a huge gutted amount of flesh gone from left side of my finger-my "middle" finger. (The one I occasionally use when driving.) I was panicked!

I wrapped the finger in toilet paper, trying to get it to stop bleeding and washed the blood from my face, crosses and chest. I walked back out to the kitchen where Twig was standing and pointing. "Look-it is on the front of the refrigerator too." I stared over at the unnatural swipe of blood on the front of the huge white box. As soon as I saw it...I just knew what was causing this.

"How did this happen?" Twig asked alarmed by what he was seeing.

I began to show him exactly what I had done to cause this bloody mess.

"Nothing! I went to the bathroom, washed my hands and if I would have had that cut then I would have screamed as loud as I just did-I didn't have that injury when I woke up. I poured old coffee and put it into the microwave and made new coffee while I was waiting for the bell of the microwave."

I walked over to the counter and looked to see if there was any blood on the door handles to the cupboards, microwave, coffee pot or can. No blood was on any of these items!

The more things that I looked at and showed Twig, the more upset i became.

"Then when my coffee was warmed in the microwave and I took it out... I went to the fridge and opened it with my right hand... I grabbed the gallon of milk with my left hand and with the door still open, poured some and put the milk back in.... Look, no blood on the milk container," I said startled.

"I did not get this injury or the blood would surely have been on the handle of the milk from the left hand I used to pull it out by its handle. I have only been in the fridge once before you woke up," I yelled out scared by all of this.

We both just stood there staring each other, trying to assimilate what was happening, it seemed to be our normal routine for the past months and months. We were completely baffled, as always but I didn't like that my blood was on that door, more concerned of Twig and what would happen to him if I showed up dead somewhere.

"Look, there is blood on your desktop too," Twig pointed out. "How weird Ghostwhisper, there is no blood on your computer keys."

I listened to Twig as I looked at the bloody smear on the front of the refrigerator, just below the freezer top. "Twig there is no way that I touched this. Look at the way the blood smear goes from right to left. We both looked at the unnatural swipe, seemingly as if someone was trying to grab on to the refrigerator, not open it. I began to reenact the scene for both of us to intelligently understand what had just transpired.

"I would have to stand here at the side of the refrigerator to do this," I said, reenacting.

To be honest, I was shaken up about this. The idea that my blood was wiped on this frigerator when there was no humanly possibly way that it should have been there gave me the creeps.

"So this just happened to my finger without me knowing it, as I sat quietly at the desk reading the news?" Enough to make a person insane really.

Weeks later-it happened again-seemingly out of nowhere- but this time on both middle fingers of each hand-holes of missing flesh that I had to wrap with Band-aids for days.

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Twig and I had been sitting on the back patio under the umbrella, enjoying a cup of afternoon coffee. We had been talking for a good twenty minutes when he stopped what he was saying and immediately said. "Are you bleeding again?"

I was alarmed, looking at my hands as soon as he said this to me.

"No your lips and teeth have blood all over them," he said in a somewhat scared voice.

I quickly put my hand to my mouth and saw the blood on my hand. I ran to the bathroom and opened my mouth. Blood all over my lips, tongue and teeth. "Perhaps I cut myself by accident?
is what my mind was thinking. I took a handful of water and swished it with my teeth and spit out a huge mouthful of blood. Inspecting my gums and lips I saw no cuts. I filled my mouth with half water and hydrogen peroxide and swished...no burning? Rinsing, I returned back outside.

"I dunno," I said, another favorite line of mine in the past year. I never bled again and seemingly have no explanation for it.

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Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

The worst spiritual assault inside this home?

I stepped outside one snowy morning, out on the landing to have a smoke. I hadn't been out there for one minute when a very bad feeling came over me. I felt a presence near me? Around me? Attempting to attack me. It was nasty, evil and it was yelling these words to me.

"You are not of God, you are nothing, you never have been anything, you are worthless and you are one of us. It is your destiny to be evil from the very beginning and nothing will ever change that. Why don't you just go in and kill yourself? Go--kill yourself now."

When this assault was happening, it was so powerful and there was a slideshow of such, within those split seconds of these horrible words, showing me in flashes every bad deed that I had done in my life. This was extremely upsetting to me due to my remorse for these things...my deep remorse. I again heard the voice saying, "Just go and kill yourself--do it now!"

I hesitated, engulfed in this horrible feeling and what was being said but something, something inside me was telling me not to listen and to pray. I chucked my smoke in the snow and jumped down the stairs, running into my living room and grabbing my Bible from the center table. I fell to my knees with the Bible clutched to my chest, crying out for Jesus to please help me. Tears streaming down my face and so afraid of the power of this assault.

" Please Jesus get him away from me--make him go. Please. I know that I do not want to kill myself. It is satan again. Please God take this away from me--get him away from me!"

God did--that feeling was gone--the evil was gone and he has not been back again--only his legions. I was shook up from this powerful force of satan that certainly hated me enough to tell me that I was evil like them and not worthy of God and that I should go kill myself. (I would never kill myself and God knows that, as well as anyone that knows me.)

Thank you Jesus for protecting me.

"The devil is a liar."

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

I have consulted with various people-Ministers-Pastors, people that I would consider 'Holy' and understanding the Bible and frankly what I have found out is quite disturbing. Some 'talk' about satan but do not understand these manifestations--some are scared--some deny it.

Recently I had shared this with one who I felt was very strong with the Lord. I received back a crushing note, very hurtful and it filled me with sorrow, written with such spiritual arrogance and a refusal to even accept scripture.

"Ghost whisper, you are twisting scripture-I don't need to read any more of your creative writing-- God does NOT allow the devil to do such things for his purpose--You are doing these things and causing these wounds to yourself and desecrating these religious relics under the hypnotic spell of satan!" Then the writer proceeded to speak to me as if I was a demon and said the worst things to me--I actually had to step outside and cry out to Jesus!

Oh my goodness how hurtful in my soul! Lord, I only need you to explain this to me--help me to understand this-- because many, many even those who act as if they are on your team are really not. Sad but true. (Lady you are so far from knowing Jesus that all the degrees in the world can not help you when the truth is being shown and spoken to you! You deny the truth because your spiritual arrogance, self anointed righteousness keeps you from seeing the truth. )

The thorn in the flesh! What was it? Could possibly the thorn in the flesh have been demonic attacks against him? They certainly are horrible--but worse--what people say about you, even those who are Holy say to you and about you. I almost believe that his thorn in the flesh to keep him humble was these attacks.

Yes my friends, Jesus does allow these things upon people and the scripture does back it up from what I see....even though this 'holier than thou' says that this is me twisting scripture. I am praying that these demonic attacks will stop against Twig and myself. We are NOT demon infested! Demons do not make you leave your sin and praise Jesus with song and prayer all day long. No they don't. The devil is a liar!

I will thank her for one thing. It never occurred to Twig or myself...throughout all these months and months of demonic attacks to pray against them BEFORE they happen...not when they are happening. I am praying....and praying and praying for them to stop!

What we do know about this thorn in the flesh comes from Paul himself in 2 CORINTHIANS 12:7 “To keep me from becoming conceited because of these surpassing great revelations, there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me.”

First, the purpose of the thorn in the flesh was to keep Paul humble. Anyone who had encountered Jesus and was spoken to and commissioned by Him Acts 9:2-8 would, in his natural state, become “puffed up.” Add to that the fact of being moved by the Holy Spirit to write much of the New Testament, and it is easy to see how Paul could become “haughty” (KJV) or “exalted above measure” (NKJV) or “too proud” (NCV). Second, we know that the affliction came from or by a messenger of Satan. Just as God allowed Satan to torment Job (Job 1:1-12) God allowed Satan to torment Paul for God’s own good purposes and always within God’s perfect will.

It is understandable that Paul would consider this thorn a hindrance to wider or more effective ministry (Galatians 5:14-16) and that he would three times petition God for its removal (2 Corinthians 12:8). But Paul learned from this experience the lesson that dominates his writings: divine power is best displayed against the backdrop of human weakness so that God alone is praised (2 Corinthians 10:17, 4:7) Rather than removing the problem, God gave him grace and strength through it, and He declared that grace to be “sufficient.”

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I will declare that God has given me the strength and the grace and a small bit of understanding of these demonic attacks....and yes, the grace he gives is sufficient.

THE IGNITER-Nazi's hidden among us

I am writing a 'series' on my true story " IGNITER" Nazi's hidden among us.

Many of you who are reading this HUB may be quite confused-this is why I have numbered the stories on my HUBS front page profile. Start from the beginning and read chapter to chapter. It will allow you an understanding-a basic foundation of me-my life-my spiritual experiences-God--demons--the devil-which will allow you to grasp the full profound meaning of my story and how all of this happened--and most importantly you will see the power of Jesus and God the Father!

Due to many, many things involved in this story, Politics-corruption-Nazi's and of course ...good versus evil...you will see my series in many categories. I am not quite sure where to put them due to so many variants. I will scatter them as if they are leaves on a windy day-hoping that the very lucky will get a chance to view "History in the making" and above all..to witness God's justice...prophetic and a warning to all who have not called upon Jesus as Messiah.

May God bless you!