(2) THE IGNITER--A STORY OF A TRUE GHOST WHISPER--THE HOLY GHOST!

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.

Where do I start? How do I begin to explain the unexplainable? How do I even begin to tell you this incredible story that I have to share with you without laying down some foundation first?

I have spent a lifetime trying to understand it myself. As a young child, I found no comfort from my parents nor any answers to these paranormal events when I reached out for help. I was alone with these experiences, always being sent back into the darkness of my bedroom in fear. I have vivid memories of many of these events from an early age, as well as the memory of strong ridicule by my parents. "Great imagination-you must have been dreaming-get back to your room-you are just making these stories up so you can come out of your room."

Errrrrrrrrr...nooooooo...I am running out of my bedroom because something is kicking me from under my bed...dark shadows with hoods are standing in the room staring at me...my pillow is being pulled out from under my head and white lights are spinning around me- vibrating throughout my entire body, really, really fast and these things are scaring the heebie jeebies out of me.

Being raised with strict Catholicism in our home didn't help me either. There was no room for my truths of what I saw nor any patience for a child like me. Now as an adult, I never have quite understood their reasoning. The Bible is full of stories of Angel visitations, Satan's/evil taunting, visions, miracles, and I was taught about God, Jesus and the "Holy Spirit," yes...I said it..."The Holy SPIRIT...They did say 'Spirit' right? And God is in the spirit world yes? And Jesus performed acts of great supernatural miracles right? But wait a minute here...you say that I can believe in God and the Holy "Spirit" but spirits that I see with my very own eyes don't exist? Let's just say that I was very confused due to these things and I shut down from talking about them due to this mockery and disbelief.

What I did keep with me throughout my life is the ability to know the good from the bad ones...discernment is what it is. As a small child--apparently God has given it to me but throughout my life...I had no idea of what that truly meant when it came to 'testing the spirits' but now as an adult and learning God's words--it is only the 'gift of discernment' and it was instilled there as a small child.

I have never stopped believing in God even when I stomped off the path into the darkness often in my life--the truth of God was always there. I am not here to convince you, preach to you, prove to you-I am just here to share my stories. I am here to tell you my experiences with the supernatural mysteries of God, Jesus and what truly exists. It is your choice to whether you choose to gather these seeds that I leave here in this story... they will help you greatly in the future.

Do I have a full explanation for all of these experiences? Nope. Is there a motive to sharing many of these stories with you? Yep. I have a strong urge to be an "Igniter" of things that are unseen but really do exist in this world. God-Jesus and Satan and his legion of demons do exist. I am no longer afraid of mockery, rejection or being told that I am crazy-loco-"touched."Yes, I will agree that I am touched and there is nothing wrong with accepting that I am 'touched' by God. I kinda like that , it's got a great ring to it...don't you think? ;)

(As I have told people throughout the years..."I ain't right" and I laugh....truly...I believe that it is okay if 'I aint right' as long as I am 'right' with Jesus.)

I am sharing this photograph of my rosary or what is left of it. This rosary belonged to a very good woman named Jessie, she was like a grandmother to me. She was a Christian and spent many hours out of her day praying for others. She was a true believer in God. When she passed away, I had asked her son to give me something special of hers. I was so happy to have received this! It came in a clear box and something warned me that I should not have taken it out of its plastic container...but I did anyway.

JESSIE'S ROSARY DESECRATED

I hung Jessie's rosary over my mirror in my truck. Often, I would get into my vehicle and grasp the crucifix with my fingers and say a quick prayer for whomever was on my mind at that moment. I felt very protected by this rosary, traveled often and I felt that it kept me safe on the road. On one occasion, while I was driving, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it fall down. Yes...it was lifted up and around the mirror and dropped down onto the mid center of my vehicle floor. I smiled when it happened feeling no bad feelings. I placed it back around the mirror and that is where it stayed until I sold the truck.

During this period, I had some very sad things happen to me in my personal life and I had to sell my truck. I tucked the rosary away, back into its clear plastic container and I ran away to Las Vegas by greyhound. Eventually I bought a new vehicle and again, took Jessie's rosary and hung it around the mirror of my new car. As I was driving one day, I saw my my rosary violently yanked off the mirror and thrown, smashed at my passenger side door. This time the feeling was very different. I felt as though 'whatever' spirit did this was very, very angry-hateful and evil. This I knew and it shook me up pretty badly. I pulled my car over and looked for the rosary. The full ring of the rosary was never found. I could hardly believe it!

My Jessie's rosary was broken. All that was left was the beads and the crucifix, still attached but missing the huge ring of beads. Even to this day...when I vacuum my car..I still hope to find the full ring of beads that disappeared that day. My heart tells me that I will never find it and I wasn't supposed to.

I took what was left of her rosary and taped it to the outside of my front door of my condo. Yes, living in Sin City was not really a great place for my Jessie's rosary to be but I felt safe with her rosary on my front door. A bit crazy I suppose but it comforted me and that is all that matters.

• GOD'S PLAN-I AM JUST THE TOOL FOR GOD'S WORK

I pray everyday that the ending result of this story I am sharing will hit the newspapers world wide. I feel very blessed to be an igniter for God and to give testimony to the truths of the spiritual/supernatural world that is among us, some helping to guide us in fulfilling the will of God and some trying to stop us. Spiritual warfare exists and for the "chosen" few that walk in physical form among us, they acknowledge this spiritual warfare also. Their eyes, just as mine see what others can't. I know in my soul and it does give me comfort knowing that they are 'touched by God' also and they understand these words. I am not alone.

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 PREGNANT LADY AND HER SON--FEBRUARY 2010

Saturday morning I walked into the bowling alleys of a private city club and was shocked to see a beautiful pregnant woman sitting with her two and a half year old son at the lanes by themselves.

What a beautiful sight to see the profile of Mommy holding her son on her lap, one of his little hands was slipped down the front of her shirt and the other resting on Mommy's pregnant bulge. They were smiling at each other, his little face looking up at his Mommy with almost an angelic smile to his face. I felt bad to have interrupted this tender moment between them.

I smiled and said good morning, introducing myself.

"Ahhhh your having a girl...when are you due?" I said delighted!

"I am having a girl?" she stared at me in shock. "No-no-I don't want a girl, I want another boy," she said somewhat upset with what had strangely and unexpectedly shot out of my mouth.

"Oh I don't know why I said that...I am tired and I just assumed..." I tried to apologize, shocked at my big fat mouth and she stopped my words abruptly-staring intently into my eyes as she spoke.

"No, you said it matter of fact that I was having a girl...I just don't want to have to deal with what I was like for my Mother..." She tried to look as if she wasn't bothered by what I had just said--but I was.

"Let me get you some bowling shoes-black shoes are not allowed on the alley," I quickly changed the topic, smiled and asked what sizes they both wore. Hearing the sizes, I spun around and jumped the four steps into the back side room--where the shelves of bowling shoes were stacked on four shelves--searching intently for Mommy and her baby's shoe sizes. I quickly found them; snatching both pairs from the open top shelf...zipping back out to the alley-down the stairs and handing them to her smiling.

HE NEEDS A LARGER SIZE

"He needs a bigger size-they aren't fitting," Mom said to me, quickly handing one of the shoes and the little one handing over the other to me.

I quickly jumped the steps again and went back to the shoe shelf. Standing about a foot from the shelf, I placed the size 2 baby shoes back on top-in the empty place-staring-scanning the sizes for a 3 or 4.

BAM! Something hit me in the ankle and I heard the spontaneous noise of something drop on the ground. What the heck! I had only been standing there looking at shoe sizes-what the heck?

I stared down at my feet and I could hardly believe what was laying between my feet-in between my black work shoes. I started to shake-my mind was trying desperately to compute what had just happened-but I was in shock by this-truly-in shock from what I was staring at.

As I stared down at my feet-my eyes started to fill with tears and my body began to shake-my ears were ringing-I almost thought I was going to pass out at that second.

"Am I going crazy?"

Bending down, my shaking hand reached and picked up the Rosary from between my feet-my hands trembling out of control and my heart pounding in my throat. I stood for uncounted time-just staring at this rosary..."I am not crazy because it is tangible and in my hands," I kept saying to myself.

I had almost forgotten why I was in the back room-trying to gain my composure-again I looked for the little boy's shoe size and snatched them from the top shelf. "Maybe this is the little boys and it was in the shoe when he handed it to me?" My mind continued to look for any logic as I stepped out of the back room and approached the woman.

"Is this yours or your son's Rosary?" I asked her with hopeful eyes.

"No" she said, staring back into my tear filled eyes.

"It was thrown at my feet back in the back room and I thought maybe he had placed it in the shoe..." I tried to gain my composure....but was clearly rambling...

"No...it is not ours. Oh my someone has blessed you.." she said, her voice sounded strange and she was staring at me as if I was a weirdo...maybe not...but that is how I felt at that moment. Confused-feeling as if I was stuck in some unbelievable movie--I still feel this way as I type this story--it is just so unbelievable to me. No...nobody was blessing me...getting a rosary slung at you and trying to make you confused is not really a 'blessing' in my book. LOL

My mind was softly nurturing me..Trying to calm me..I was trying to understand...as I stared at the plastic brown rosary that had been slung at my feet. I quickly gathered it and put it into the side pocket of my tuxedo vest-pushing the confusion-the questions from my mind--but only for the moment.

SEARCHING FOR AN ANSWER

I found the female co-worker and showed her the Rosary and asked her if there was a funeral..hahhahaa...okay..I know...grasping at straws. Finally the male bartender that I have known for years came in...I asked him about the Rosary...his answer...

"Yes, there is a Rosary that is on the back of the second shelf and it has been there for about twenty years...why?"

"Are you sure that it was on the second shelf in the back?" I asked him, somewhat relieved to know that this rosary hadn't just showed up out of thin air.

"Ghost ..it has been in the back of that second shelf for years! Yes! Why?"

"Because it was slung out at me--hitting my ankle...." I hesitated... " I am keeping it..just so you know." He nodded.

I can assume that after twenty years nobody will be coming to claim this plastic rosary?

Confused of why this happened-after twenty years in the back of the second shelf-why is it slung out at my feet God? What does this mean? I kept asking God throughout the next few hours...the very same question....with no answer arriving. Apparently it is the 'darkness' continuing trying to torment me some more. UGH.

Unbelievable to me--truly--just unbelievable! I am still shocked. What I believe about this rosary getting slung at me? Again--as I saw with the demonic attacks over and over 4 months prior to going to Billings Montana...I do KNOW that the spiritual world of darkness DOES SEE and KNOW those who follow--fulfilling their purpose in God's perfect will and they HATE IT and the demons will do anything they can to destroy what God's divine purpose is.

People have stated that this is not true but I have to tell you this my friends, it is. The demons do SEE WHO IS ANNOINTED BY THE LORD and I can assure you--even though demons are NOT omnipresent and ALL knowing as God is--they surely DO know the sheep of the Lord's--and especially Jesus's annointed ones. Imagine that every believer is a light-some stronger than others--bright and brighter. :) The devil is darkness--he surely see's the lights and he most certainly can see the ones that blast him in his lying face with the Lord's brightness!!!! LOL Does that make sense to you now?

The rosary hitting me means nothing but anger and apparently they are just a little twisted that they will not stop God nor me...no matter what they do!

I will admit though, these things are just plain creepy and I wish I could find someone down here to help me understand.

Chapter 3 http://hubpages.com/hub/Energy-and-Vibrations

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!