When I was a new Christian, and completely enamored with Jesus Christ, I was on top of the world. I was doing my best to study the Bible, pray about every decision, and follow the leading of the Holy Spirit. I would say I was doing a pretty good job of it too. However, I was still living in a great deal of denial, and it has taken me a long seven years of prayer to finally come out of it. I am not saying that I have been living in complete denial this whole time I have been walking…
Growing up I made countless vows to myself to never be like my parents, specifically like my mother. I grew up in such an atmosphere of hate and shame, feeling so worthless and unloved, so when I gave birth to my first son, I vowed I would be different. And I was in many ways. Unlike my parents, I held my children as much as possible, and even utilized baby carriers when I could. I co-slept, breastfed, and stayed at home, giving my time and attention to my children. I wanted to be the very best mom, but I knew…
Astral travel or astral projection is when a part of your soul leaves the body to travel through the astral plane. The astral plane is compromised of a series of electromagnetic ley lines that interconnect throughout the universe to create a magnetic field of travel. Because our bodies use electricity to run the body, it is easy for our souls to use these electromagnetic ley lines to travel on. Electromagnetic fields are everywhere, including cell phones, microwave ovens, computers, power lines, and electrical wiring, making the places a person can astral travel almost limitless. This means a person can astral…
When I first came into a saving relationship with Jesus Christ, I committed my whole life to Him. I said, “take me, God, use me as your tool!” And I meant every word of it. The problem was that I wasn’t giving my whole self to Jesus. I was only dedicating a fraction of my soul to Jesus because most of my soul was not mine to give. Before I was born, before I was even a thought in my mother’s mind, my life was given away to the devil. My ancestors, going hundreds of years back, had begun promising…
Being a survivor of Satanic ritual abuse is one of the most difficult things I have had to come to grips with. It has been a cause of great stress, frustration, confusion, and even depression. I have had to struggle to understand how to fit into a world that denies my experience as reality, and how to navigate through deep pain. Some days I am just fine. I feel great, I’m connecting with Jesus, and fully functioning. Other days I’m a miserable wreck. I’m angry or depressed or both. I get extremely oppressed and can’t think straight. It’s all I…
I have addressed the topic of human spirits several times in this ministry, yet as I continue to grow and learn I uncover new information. For those of you that don’t know, a human spirit is a fragmented alter of a human soul that astral travels through the universe. It is not the actual spirit of a person as the name implies. During trauma, the human mind can become fractured, splitting to create separate parts or pieces of the unconscious mind. These parts hold all the trauma and memory of the traumatic event that created it. Sometimes these parts…
One year ago on Halloween I had my first real experience where I understood what human spirits are, and I wrote my first post about them. Before that the concept of human spirits and astral travel was still so new to me. I had a very vague understanding of what human spirits were and how they worked. Here I am a year later, and my knowledge and understanding have grown immensely. There is very little information on human spirits available today, and so I would like to share some of what I know, in order to help educate those who are…
As I write this it is October 31st, or more commonly known as Halloween. I am sitting in my room to type this post out at 8:30 pm as my husband puts the kids to bed. The window is open and all I can hear are screams of children and roars of an adult man who is scaring them. There is also the clamor of children as they rush from house to house looking for a sweet handout. At dusk our neighbors all began to set up their decorations – a grave yard with bones, giant ghosts and bats, rows…