Arise To Zion Ministries
The vision of the black medic came to me after a trip to China in 1998.
In the end of summer, I was a care-giver, my patient died and I had no job even though I had been searching diligently I could not seem to find one.
One Sunday evening I was in the service at the Christian Retreat and I went up at the altar call seeking prayer at the end of the service. I told Pastor Luke that I couldn’t find a job and couldn’t understand it.
He took my hands and prayed over me and then with me in a prayer of agreement for God’s will for my life. After the prayer he said, “Linda, I feel that the Lord wants you to go to ministry school and that is why you haven’t found a job. It begins tomorrow. You can still enroll.”
“Really? Well how much does it cost?” He answered that it was around a thousand dollars, if I remember correctly, and when I heard it my face fell.
“I have no money so He would have to supply the money for me if that is what I am supposed to do.”
The man behind me in line suddenly tapped me on the shoulder and told Pastor Luke, “Pastor, I got that.”
I jumped, a bit startled and must have looked like a deer caught in the head-lights.
Then he said, “As soon as I get prayer I’ll write out the check. Just wait for me.”
Pastor Luke embraced the man and said that he knew that was God!
In the middle of the school year I received a strange phone call. The unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line asked me, “Is this Linda Bell who attends Christian Retreat?”
“Yes.”
“Well the Lord told me to bring you to China with me. I’ll be making the trip in four weeks and you will accompany me.”
“Who are you?”
She informed me of her name and then proceeded to explain that she already prayed with Pastor Phil and he also heard from the Lord that I was the one the Lord wanted to accompany her.
My response was probably not what she expected, “Well, if He spoke to the two of you then He’ll speak to me. I will go wherever He asks me to go but I am sure that He will ask me.”
She replied that she was certain that He would and said she already got the ticket for me.
The whole thing was a bit annoying really, since I felt controlled and trapped into the trip.
I countered, “No you didn’t. That would be ludicrous. I must hear the call to go in order to go, but I will if and or when I do. How may I reach you?”
I learned her full name then and phone number. The next day was Monday and she and her husband showed up at my Bible Study! Pastor Phil must have given her the information.
The Lord did indeed reveal to me His desire for me to travel with this woman to China. After I felt certain that I did hear from Him I went to Pastor Phil for his approval of me to miss two weeks of ministry school.
I as officially released as long as I bought all the tapes of the sessions I would miss and would write a short dissertation on each one to show that I had listened to them.
From the moment that the taxi picked us up to drive us to the airport, like when the car door slammed, this woman was relentless in her cruelty towards me. It was bazaar, truly.
She introduced herself to the cabbie and then said of me; “This woman here is studying to be a minister even though she spent most of her life as a whore.”
Very excitedly she motioned to me roughly and said to tell him my sordid life story.
I laughed and said, “Yes Jesus Christ did a tremendous work in me…”
“Oh, come on now! Tell him how many times you were married. Do you even know how many men you’ve had?” Then turning to the driver continued, “She probably doesn’t. I have heard so many stories about this woman it would curl your hair!”
In my heart I was forgiving her for her rudeness. I said, “Oh since you didn’t hear those stories from me how do you know that they are true?”
“Oh they’re true all right. Go on, don’t pretend to be shy, we know that’s not true!” She demanded and gave a knowing wink to the cabbie.
The ride to the airport was horrible. I was treated so very badly. And if I thought that it was going to end with the arrival of our cab to the airport, I was sadly mistaken. She did the same thing at the ticket counter, then again when we were in the boarding area and again every where and to everyone that we came into contact with.
I was walking in constant forgiveness, sometimes finding myself in intercession for myself, praying in tongues and begging God to convict her and make her stop her mocking and cruel taunts. This was the most wicked woman I ever had to deal with, and she said she was a Christian. I was amazed.
What was more amazing was that the more I would forgive and pray for her, the more cruel she got. Sometimes I felt like the little slave girl in the “Gone With the Wind” movie, other times it was like I was a trophy of hers. I was someone she could put in the face of people, like I was a Martian or alien or something. Horrible.
I had put up with it for almost two solid weeks. The missionaries we joined over there were appalled at her treatment of me and said so. She poo-pood their remarks and said that I would put up with it, after all, I was lucky God even bothered to save me.
The night before we left China, she went too far, in my opinion. Someone at the meeting asked me if I had a picture of my children and afterwards I got out the small picture I always keep of my family which is safely tucked away in my miniature Bible.
She must have seen me showing it to the woman and so when we got up to our rooms she asked to see it also. I showed it to her and she said some nasty things about my children. (I won’t repeat them because they were regarding how they should have turned out with a mother like me.) She made remarks about them that showed that she was simply operating in an unclean spirit.
At that moment I lost it. I backed her into the wall with the forcefulness of my angry words and threatening stance. (Yes, I was up in her face! I was much taller and very much younger than she and I had a look of utter hatred, I’m sure because that is what I felt at that moment for this foolish woman.)
I leaned into her face and very matter of factly told her that I had enough of her stinking mouth. Through clenched teeth I explained that if she ever said anything again about my children, I would *%$#@ kill her right where she stood. I said she would become a grease spot in the carpet. Sadly I truly meant it.
(Moments later when she went into the shower the scripture came to me, found in Matthew 5:22 But I say unto you, That whosoever is angry with his brother without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment: and whosoever shall say to his brother, Raca, shall be in danger of the council: but whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire.)
The next day I must have eaten something at breakfast and I got food poisoning. I became very ill—releasing life’s valuable fluids from every possible direction…
This made her gloat. I was having a hard time forgiving and gave her a brief warning:
I announced, “Due to the circumstances, right now much less than speaking against my children could very well send me into a killing frenzy…
She got the point and when we joined up with the rest of our traveling companions she asked for protection and cried to them and said I was dangerous.
The husband turned to me and winked. The wife asked me to walk with her so she could have a word with me. “We just want you to know that we are all amazed and appalled at the way she has treated you for the past two weeks!” she said once we were out of earshot.
“No one can quite get over it actually. It has been the talk of the hour! And I must say, we all wondered how long you’d manage to continue to take all the stuff she dished out! My goodness! We have all agreed that she will never be welcome to return to ‘minister’ with us! Most heathen people don’t act the way she has been acting. Really, good for you, finally sticking up for yourself. It was long over-due.”
God was merciful to me even in my sin. When we got on the plane I had the aisle seat but when I got to it the old woman was sitting in it. I showed her my boarding pass and she nastily told me that she was not moving.
I called for the stewardess because the flight was 26 hours and I could not be by the window in my condition.
The stewardess agreed. She apologized for the lady’s behavior toward me and brought me up to the front of the coach section. There were five empty seats which had armrests that folded up so that I had a nice place to lie down and rest. This stewardess treated me like a queen, constantly bringing me drinks and changing my vomit bag…yeah it was a tough situation, but God eased the situation for me while I endured it.
When I returned home I was lying on my bed and talking to the Lord about the trip and I asked Him why I was even chosen to go on it with that woman. I explained to Him that I wasn’t complaining because it was an amazing trip except for the woman. No sooner had I asked Him than I was caught up in an open vision. It was like a movie on my bedroom ceiling:
THE BLACK MEDIC…
In the heat of the Vietnam War-In grueling conditions-In the horror and atrocity…
Focus the camera lens of your mind to picture this story as it unfolds to you.
The black Medic gets up once the ability to do so comes to his body. He didn’t know how long he’d been unconscious, but the smoke still hadn’t cleared from the fierce attack his platoon had just suffered.
Looking around at the field of slaughtered men, his gut twisted with emotional pain. He quickly began to check each man to see if any were still alive. Dead. All dead. He had hoped to find a two-way radio to contact headquarters, but the only one around was irreparable.
He went around among the men and took all their dog tags, some canteens, and as many rations as he could stuff in his pack. Then he headed in the direction he thought would take him back to base.
Almost dark. He came upon another field of slaughtered men. That now familiar twisting returned to his insides as he quickly began to search for the living among them.
He found one man who was still alive; although he needed serious medical attention the Medic felt he could save him. He silently prayed as he worked feverishly over the injured man. When he’d done all he could, he knew he had to trust God to do the rest.
He dug a foxhole, put the man in it and went out to the field to search for the radio of this platoon. He found it! He rushed back to the foxhole and identified the injured man. Then he radioed base. He explained what had happened to his platoon, and that he’d found one man, a Lt. Charles Troy, and he felt certain that he would make it.
The Sgt. on the other end of the two-way radio was very pleased to hear that the Lt. was going to be all right. He told the Medic that the Lt. was important to the cause of the war. He must get him into base as soon as possible.
The Medic then got his directions leading him back to base. For the next two days the black Medic carried the Lt. on a makeshift stretcher he had fashioned from branches and shirts from the dead. The heat was unbelievable and the Lt. was very heavy to carry for such a long way. But the Sarge said this guy was important. And anyway, the Medic had dedicated his life to saving lives. This was an honor really. He kept on telling himself that. “It’s an honor.”
The morning of the third day of the journey the Lt. woke up and the Medic was still asleep.
“Oh my God!!!” (The Medic jerks wide awake.) “You’re a Negra!!!”
“Now take it easy Lt. You’ve just been through a really rough time. Here, take some water and …
“I don’t want anything from you! Don’t touch me! Get away from me!! I HATE NEGRAS!!! HATE!!! Do you get it? Do you get that you stupid Negra?”
“Yeah, I get it, here’s the canteen, I never drank from it. Take it. It’s yours and I won’t touch you.”
“Are you the one that patched me up?” The black Medic nodded.
“Oh my God! I can hardly imagine anything worse. To think of your disgusting black Negra hands touching me while I was unconscious!” (He leaned to the side and vomited the water he had just drunk. He continued to wretch, sweating profusely and trying to catch his breath.)
“Please Lt. calm yourself down I’ve done my best to patch you up, don’t go ripping out your stitches. Try to sip the water slowly and relax. You’re going to need all your strength for the rest of the trip. I got some rations here. You should eat something.”
“Why don’t you just shut up? Why did you save me? Why didn’t you just leave me alone? I didn’t want to live anyway! Stupid Negra. Your whole race is to blame for every problem my country has. You stupid Negras think it’s your country too, but it ain’t! I’m one of those guys that believes the best thing for our country is to put you all on a fleet of ships and send you back to the Dark Continent where you came from and where you belong!”
“Well, on that note I’m going to go and relieve myself Lt. Excuse me.”
He climbed out of the foxhole and realized he was shaking. He determined that no matter WHAT-he was going to do what was required of him from headquarters. This is an honor, he said to himself. (He wished he felt that this was a truth.)
He got the radio and brought it out to call into base. He didn’t want to let the Lt. hear him. Suddenly shots were fired from the brush to his left and the radio was immediately turned into junk. He dove and took cover away from where the shot had come from.
More shots came, and he fired back obviously hitting the interloper. This was unbelievable! “A lone enemy soldier just had to come along and shoot up my radio,” he thought angrily. “Well, all I was going to do was complain anyway. I’d better get the Lt. and start off. I must remember that this is an honor.”
For two more days he carried the Lt. and listened to hate filled epithets regarding his color while trying to maintain civility in his responses. But, what happened on the morning of the fifth day…
He awoke first and went out of the new foxhole to check out the area and relieve himself. When he returned the Lt. had eaten, and was just finishing relieving himself. The Lt. was in no mood to talk to the Negra so he was planning on ignoring him.
The Medic mistakenly took this as a sign of more acceptance than usual so he tried to start a conversation. He said, “Good morning Lt. Troy!”
The Lt. spit in the dirt.
“You know it really is baffling to me Lt. how you can hate me when you don’t know anything about me.” The silence the Lt. maintained urged him on. “You know, I’m a good citizen, I’m a husband and the father of one beautiful little girl. I work hard and support them…”
“Shut up Negra!!! You must be the dumbest Negra on the face of the planet! You think I have to have a reason to hate you!?? You’re a Negra! That’s enough for me!! There’s nothing better than killing a Negra man ‘ceptin’ maybe killing a Negra female and what do you know, you got two of ‘em, eh. Why they can be downright enjoyable to kill.”
Suddenly, without thought, only reaction, the Medic had a knife to the Lt.’s throat in a flash. He took the very instrument of healing that he lives by and was about to take this man’s life.
“Go ahead you cowardly Negra! Go on!! Slit my throat! I want to die anyway!”
“No, I can’t kill you. But I will leave your hate filled soul right here to lie in your own stink. I’m done with you.”
The black Medic arrived at base that very morning. He didn’t realize just how close he’d come to completing his assignment. He reported in.
“Where’s the Lt., Medic?”
“He didn’t make it.”
“What do you mean that he didn’t make it? You said he’d pull through. Did he die, were you ambushed or what?”
“No. Ugh, I didn’t kill him.”
“You didn’t kill him? What are you talking about Medic? Oh! I get it! You two guys didn’t get along. Huh? You had a personality conflict. Is that it? (The Medic tried to interrupt and say how hateful the Lt. was, but the Sarge didn’t allow room.)
He boomed, “Well get this straight Medic. This is a war! You two numbskulls are on the same side of the war! You are accountable for that man Medic! Do you get that? You had orders to bring him in. Period.”
VISIONS DOODLES & LOVE SONGS
FOR & FROM THE KING
Vision: 1998 in the fall of the year
Arise to Zion
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In 1998 while attending ministry school, I was in a time of communion with God that was so intense that I was experiencing many wondrous supernatural encounters, healings, visions, dreams and revelations of Him—and learning His ways…
The schedule I maintained for most of my adult life was usually grueling. This time was no different. I awoke at 4:00am, showered, dressed and left to drive the 30-35 minute ride to the Tabernacle to have a couple of hours of prayer before school started. I would stop each morning to grab some kind of chocolate cake, muffin or brownie along with a giant candy-bar and a 20 ounce black coffee. (Breakfast of champions.)
One night I was sleeping soundly and without understanding at first why—woke up and was wide awake. The voice of my Lord whispered to me from the darkness, “Would you like to fly with me?”
“Yes, Lord!”
Without another moment passing, we were flying in the Spirit, high over the lands and waters of the Earth. Looking down on the thriving civilizations below me I was amazed and I felt so special to be here with the Lord soaring above the clouds. I was trying to take in every detail and not miss anything.
I couldn’t see the Lord, only knew He was next to me. I was flying like Peter Pan, swooping and swirling, diving and climbing, all the while feeling the Lord as though His arm was around me, keeping me—yet letting me be free in flight. It was wondrous beyond description!
We were approaching a huge mountain, truly the size of a planet it seemed. I was amazed at the millions of people who were walking on the mountain. There were very narrow ridges that went all around the mountain and people had to put one foot in front of the other in order to walk and not fall off.
There were people stopped in different places on the mountain and at various levels, and they were worshipping. I could not see a “gate” but I knew it was there. Once people got to the end of a full circumference on the level they were walking on, they had to get permission to go higher, hence, closer to God… It was something I seemed to know rather than understanding by seeing or hearing.
I landed on the mountain and had a sense that this is where I was in my journey with the Lord! I was more than halfway up and that was somewhat comforting even though I wished that I were even higher and thereby closer to the Lord. That was the strongest desire I had-—getting closer to the Lord.
The Lord spoke to me, “This is My mountain and these are My people. I am going to open your ears, so you can hear.”
“Thank You, Lord.” I replied. For a second I was thinking how amazing it was that I was so comfortable in this adventure... so privileged.
I heard a man praising the Lord with all his heart and I looked to see. . He was positioned much further down on the mountain than I was; yet I could see and hear him so clearly, it was as though he was nearer. He was standing at one of the “gates”.
His face was glowing with the evidence of The Holy Spirit as tears of joy careened down his cheeks. His hands were raised in surrender and his praises were beautiful. I was moved at the sight and then I heard him say, “Oh Lord I want to be closer to You! I love You so much! I would go anywhere for You God! I would do anything for You God! Just tell me and I’ll go and I’ll do! I love You so much! So much! Oh Jesus. I love You so much!””
It was beautiful. I felt tears burn, blurring my vision until they escaped onto my flushed cheek.
The faithful and glorious Lord responded, “Yes son. I too desire for you to come unto me. At this level smoking cigarettes was not offensive to me, but you must lay them down if you are to come any closer.”
I AM the Lord your God and I AM H-O-L-Y.
(What happened next will never leave me.)
The young man wiped his eyes and looked bewildered, discouraged and somewhat annoyed. He responded, “Lord! What does smoking cigarettes have to do with how much I love You? You know me—I smoke. I love You, but I can’t quit smoking!”
The moment that he said that he couldn’t quit, this black substance which looked like tar or goo hit him—splat—covering one eye. It had tentacles and was actually alive! He seemed to be unaware of the being and tried to walk on, but he immediately began to stumble down the hill.
I gasped and cried out to the Lord to help him. “Lord don’t let him fall off the mountain!” I pleaded.
The Lord’s voice came, bringing such peace and comfort, “Oh, don’t be alarmed, he is my son. I AM with him.... but he needs to understand that I AM holy.
He was now walking way down the mountain from where he had just been only moments earlier.
While looking in that direction, I saw beyond him and noticed millions of people on the ground at the base of the mountain. They had not started to walk on the mountain, but they were all shouting and had their hands in the air.
In curiosity, I inquired of the Lord, “Who are they Lord?”
He replied, “ I will let you hear even at this distance.”
“Thank You Lord!”
At once, I heard their shouts and praises…”OH, Thank You Lord for making me a Baptist! I love my church!” “Oh, Thank You Lord for making me a Catholic! Oh You are so alive in here!
I again asked the Lord, “Who are they Lord?”
He replied with such emotion, such sorrow, that the pain of it came into the words and pierced my heart through… “Yes. Please pray for them… they believe they are my people but they worship the
“Religion.” I muttered, the torture of God’s sorrow now having burned a place in my heart for them.
After this, I again became acutely aware that I was standing on the
I said, Lord, I am at a “gate” and I desire to come closer to You. I know that it is Your desire as well.”
“Beloved, you must put down coffee and chocolate so that you may come nearer to me.”
“Oh Lord I am grateful that You allowed me to see what happens… so that I would not ask You what coffee and chocolate have to do with coming closer to You. I say to You, Yes, Lord! Yes! I will give up coffee and chocolate! I truly do desire to come to You! Help me Lord! I love You so!”
“We must be getting back now.” It was the voice of Jesus.
We took off again, one, two swoops and we were back! I was again in my bed. Only I was wide-awake and really felt as though I hadn’t been dreaming. I knew it was real. Maybe I did go flying with Jesus, maybe I dreamt it…either way, I was giving up coffee and chocolate.
For the next three days my body was in withdrawal—caffeine withdrawal. I suffered a complete shut down of many bodily functions. The pain in my head had me thinking that I might die. I was very sick.
My friends and classmates told me that I should be going to the hospital or the doctor’s office or something. But I said that I was being obedient to God’s request, and He would deliver me, or not…It was over in a five day period and I really began to feel so different, better.
Closer to my God…
(I heard all of the different denominations being called out, even Pentecostal and Charismatic ones.)
The Christian Retreat, Florida is a very unique place. There are condos, house trailers and town houses, to provide permanent residences, then there are camp grounds and a hostel with a restaurant for travellers and those who wish to experience the various events and conferences the Retreat has to offer. There is a school, The Institute of Ministry, called fondly, “The School of the Spirit” that instructs students from around the globe.
When Jesus sent the disciples out to the towns and villages He told them that the people they would be helping in the Spirit would be providing for them in the natural. It is still the same today in many cases.
There was a time when there was a pregnant woman who befriended me. Our friendship was in large part me loving and teaching her the Word for her life. She was dealing with her husband, children and pregnancy while staying with her mother. Her mother had a trailer on the Christian Retreat grounds.
When her daughter was born everyone rejoiced! The child was beautiful! I was so happy for my new friend.
Then, within a few days we were informed that the child had been admitted to the St. Petersburg Children’s Hospital. The child did not thrive and was unable to hold down anything.
The Pastor, Phil, asked the congregation to pray and also asked for people who were close to the family to come up and lay hands on the child’s grandmother who was standing in proxy for the child.
Of course I went to the front since she was my friend. When we laid hands on her, I immediately saw a flap-like valve cover go into spasm. It was not staying in place over the entrance of the stomach, and I saw it!
I shared the vision with Pastor and he then had me command the child’s body to come into order. So I prayed and called forth peace to the faulty cover. I commanded the body to come into alignment and to function the way God created it.
After church I drove the hour up to the hospital to visit my friend and her child. She said the doctors were planning on performing surgery but that from 11:00am the baby stopped crying and took nourishment and did not have any problems. The beautiful child was released from the hospital and the problem never recurred.
The doctors said that it was probably not what they had thought it was or it would still be a problem and the only help for it was surgery.
However, we all knew that it was because God had revealed the problem and we prayed.
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One Sunday evening before the service began at church, a friend told me that his car had broken down and he had just moved. He now rented a room in an elderly gentleman’s house. So it was only the first day in the new place and he didn’t want to appear needy so he hesitated to ask the man for a ride home from church. I told him I would be glad to give him a ride home.
We both lived far from church now that he moved in with the man. It was a thirty-minute ride or so. I pulled into the driveway and we said our good-byes. I asked if he would need a ride for Wednesday evening’s service. He took my number in case his car was still out of working order.
I always wait until the person is inside the home before leaving, in case they are locked out or something. Once he was in, I began to pull out. This old man came running out of the house and tried to flag me down. I immediately thought that my friend left something in the car and looked on the seat.
I rolled down the window and he breathlessly said that he had just been praying and the Lord spoke to him! I said, “Oh wonderful!”
He continued, “God told me there was a woman in the driveway and if I prayed with her, He would heal me!”
“Really? ! !” I was amazed at the Lord. So I pulled back into the drive and went inside.
The man told me to sit down at his kitchen table and I took a seat facing him. I extended my hands across the table and we held hands. We introduced ourselves to one another and I then asked him what it was that I was going to agree to The Father about with him.
He said that he had been through colonoscopies, CT-scans, and the gamut, and they have him scheduled for surgery the next morning at
I winced. That was horrible to hear for anyone. I immediately had compassion for this man who seemed to be a kind and loving individual.
I stated firmly, “Of course I will agree with you to The Father for this!”
So we bowed our heads and began to pray in the Spirit. Suddenly I saw this man, when he was much younger, throwing a rock at a protest march. It was only a quick picture in my mind, but was unmistakable in its clarity.
Crying, I said, “You have prejudice in your heart!”
He replied with a matter of fact, “I’ve been walking with the Lord for over 50 years!”
I implored, “Look, I don’t know you, but the Holy Spirit does. He just showed me you at a rally against a protest march. You threw a rock at a black man who wanted the right to vote. Now, maybe your heart has changed toward blacks since you have the Holy Spirit for so many years, but you never repented. You only buried those feelings, knowing them to be wrong. It is like burying toxic waste; it comes up caustic, eating everything in its path. You have fouled your waters.”
He began to cry. He answered, “It’s true! God put many people of color in my life since I began to serve Him. I guess He wanted to see how I would treat them. I treated them good! I really have changed!”
I assured him that I not only believed him but said that is the reason the Lord wanted to heal him! His face brightened at that, because he was feeling very convicted by my vision which caused him to remember the incident. He asked me what he had to do.
I said, “Listen, I am going to continue to pray in the Spirit, and you make your peace with the Lord. Repent of prejudice and ask Him to change your physical body to align itself with your true heart towards people of color. He wants to heal you, remember that!”
We bowed our heads again, and within a few moments there was a whipping whirl of a small wind, which blew my bangs up off of my forehead! With it came a rancid smell and a sound and as I looked, I thought I saw the back of it as it left out of the room!
He jumped up! “Something left me! Did you hear that? And that smell! My God! He healed me!”
He hugged me and we both had tears of joy in our eyes as I agreed, “You don’t have colon cancer anymore in the name of Jesus Christ, son of the Living God.”
This means I don’t have to go to the hospital tomorrow! Forget the surgery!”
I felt uncomfortable about that even though I too knew he was healed and didn’t have colon cancer anymore. I said, “Listen, you go to that surgery tomorrow and tell them about this prayer and healing. They will open you up and find nothing and that will bring Glory to God! You will be in church on Sunday giving your testimony!”
That is exactly what happened.
Molech In Today’s World
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I was born with a birth defect in my kidney. Actually, it was a faulty valve cover…not the technical term, but it is not important to the story to get technical.
I passed my first kidney stone at age 5 and I suffered from nephritis after that. I passed at least one stone a year for most of my adult life so pain and infection and I were very familiar with one another.
I was 40 years old and at the time was working at a local 7-11 store as a deli manager on the over night shift. One morning after working all night I was lying on my bed reading the Bible. I was in Leviticus 20:1-5, 1 And the Lord spake unto Moses, saying, “2 Again, Thou shalt say to the children of Israel, Whosoever he be of the children of Israel, or of the strangers that sojourn in Israel, that giveth any of his seed unto Molech; he shall surely be put to death: the people of the land shall stone him with stones. 3 And I will set my face against that man, and will cut him off from among his people; because he hath given of his seed unto Molech, to defile my sanctuary, and to profane my holy name. 4 And if the people of the land do any ways hide their eyes from the man, when he giveth of his seed unto Molech, and kill him not: 5 Then I will set my face against that man, and against his family, and will cut him off, and all that go a whoring after him, to commit whoredom with Molech, from among their people.
When I was finished reading that, I didn’t stop and was reading on down into the next verses. However, I couldn’t read further. My eyes kept going back to the verses of Molech and my mind was unable to concentrate. So I closed my eyes and asked the Holy Spirit if He was trying to tell me something.
Suddenly I was in a vision…but this vision was a memory. I was 6 years old and having another bout with my kidneys. I was at my Grandparent’s house and the other kids were all outside playing with the neighborhood children but I didn’t feel good so I was sitting on the sofa looking pathetic and feeble, dealing with pain and a fever.
My Grandmom was trying to make me feel better, by doting over me. I barely responded because I felt so sick. She then became angry and said in her broken English that she had had enough. She said she was going to pass the Moloychia over me because I was being tormented by the ‘evil eye’.
She told my Mother to come and bring me into the kitchen. We watched while she got 3 small bowls and put cold water in them. Then she took out a bottle of olive oil and dropped 3 drops into each bowl. She put her hand in the form of the Italian Hand symbol, (where the thumb is holding down the two center fingers with the others staying open.) and pointing at me she spoke the name 3 times. Moloychia. It was Molech.
The vision was over. (I don’t think this was a memory since I really never remembered it even after seeing the vision.)
I was horrified! Leviticus was written over 4 thousand years ago or something like that. I was devastated that my very own family was involved with this defiling god even in this century! That is a lot of generations! My heart was so heavy I felt nauseous. I began to beg God to forgive us of our incredible ignorance! I repented and wept, finally crying myself to sleep.
That night was uneventful until around 1:00am. I went into the bathroom and instead of urinating I felt this tremendous pain. It was so intense I passed out. The guy I worked with waited for a long while for me to come out and then he came to find out if I was ok.
I had come back to consciousness but the pain was too strong and I couldn’t breathe well, or speak. I managed to pant and whisper, “Call my husband. Hospital…”
They had to use the manager’s key to get to me and my husband picked me up and put me into the car. I was only 20 blocks from the nearest hospital so that’s where we went. I kept on losing consciousness, and was told later that my temperature was 106 degrees. I was immediately rushed in to get an x-ray and they discovered that I had a very large stone lodged in the exit of my kidney.
They had planned on surgery, and were trying to explain the whole situation to me. They wanted me to sign the papers for the surgical procedure. I was going to lose my ability to have a normal life, getting a bag to hang on the outside of my body…
After signing them I was laying there praying to God. I was saying, “God, I need to repent for any sins that might keep me from being with You if I die tonight. There is a good chance that I will die so I want to KNOW that I will spend eternity with You. But if You have anything left for me to do that I need to be here for, then You need to help me. If this is the enemy coming for me I don’t want to go. I only want to go if You are taking me because my time is over.”
God answered me, “In your darkest hour, you need to praise Me.”
Of course! I need to praise the Lord! Well it just so happens that I like doing that more than anything else anyway! So I began to praise Him for the clean sheets, the nice nurse, the clean hospital, the speedy diagnosis, the ability of the surgeon to remedy the problem, and I just went on and on. I felt my body shaking. Something moved within me and the pain was ever so slightly lessened.
Just then, the male nurse came in and said he was going to shave me from my knees to my chin. I said, “I need you to help me to the commode over there.”
“What? No way! You don’t need to do that. You may have the sensation to urinate but that is because they have you medicated. You can’t urinate. They are taking you into emergency surgery as soon as the doctor arrives. Just lie quiet, while I shave you to prepare you for the surgery.”
“Listen, I serve the Living God and I felt something move inside me. I would like to try. Now if you don’t want to help me then you need to leave because I am going to crawl over there.”
He looked down the halls and came over to me and said, “This is a waste of time, but it is a drastic surgery so if you want to try to do something, then I don’t ever want you to say I wouldn’t let you. Come on. I’ll carry you, you weigh nothing anyway.”
I made him leave the room, but I know that he waited right outside my door. I said aloud, “OK God it’s just You and me! Help!”
Suddenly, this thing shot out of me like I was a pellet gun! Details can be deleted here to some degree, but I want to bring Glory to God by saying that it was not humanly possible to pass a stone of this size. Relief overwhelmed me and I went back to bed.
The nurse came in and I said that it was all over and I thanked him so much. I also said not to flush the commode until the doctor saw it. He was incredulous! He said he would be right back and left the room again.
I lay there and thanked and praised the Lord and a few moments later a Doctor came to the door while reading a clip-board of paperwork, looked at me sitting up in bed smiling and went to leave. I said, “I’m Linda Sack
“NO, the patient I’m looking for has a temperature of 106 and is unconscious, awaiting surgery. I know because I am the surgeon they called out of bed.” He glanced at his watch.
I told him I was sorry they woke him and thanked him for getting here so quickly, but I had passed the stone in the commode.
He walked over and peered into the toilet. He asked, “It was a blood-clot?”
“No sir, it was rock solid and horrible, tearing flesh as it left through me.”
He raced to the door and called loudly, “Get a nurse in here, stat!”
Immediately the male nurse was in the room and at attention it seemed.
“Get a prong and retrieve that stone out of there.”
It was put into a petri dish and we all examined it.
The doctor announced, “It looks like an eyeball.”
I interrupted him and exclaimed, “It is! It is the evil eye of Molech!”
I was so excited I could hardly contain myself.
The think the doctor was a Jewish man and I am sure it was very strange to hear those words in this century being spoken in an emergency room in a hospital.
The doctor spoke again, “I personally don’t know of anyone ever passing a stone of this magnitude. Would you mind if I kept it for observation?”
I told him that of course he could have it! It was a curse that was passed down the generations of my family to me. Every generation of my Grandmom’s family had kidney problems, she told me that is how I got this birth defect. But it is gone from me and I no longer have kidney problems! I am healed and the Molech abomination is destroyed from off of my family line forever!”
He didn’t know how to answer me and being a man of careful words due to his education and stature in society, said nothing. Instead, he kept looking at me and then back at the stone.
He finally said, “Well, I would like to examine you for a moment anyway. I will tell you that when a person passes a stone of large proportion there is tearing and chafing of the ureter and urethra. So, I will give you a prescription to prevent any infection, and I will give you one for pain because there might be some irritation that will cause you pain during urination.”
He examined me, gave me the prescriptions and left. He was very kind and though he may not have understood what I was talking about, he didn’t act as though he thought I was crazy or anything. He told me he was very happy for me that things worked out the way they did since I was so young to have a urine bag on the outside of my body for the rest of my life.
I agreed.
Repentance is the key to healing. We must be willing to seek the Lord’s guidance for our’s and our families’ weaknesses and then be quick to repent with sincerity of heart.
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I need to provide a bit of history prior to relating what happened concerning the vision of nine-eleven…
I moved back to
The Pastor began the prayer with, “Linda, I can’t believe you’re really leaving us. It just doesn’t seem right somehow—
A very powerful and prophetic man of God interrupted at this point and said, “She is not going as you suppose. She is being sent as a missionary to
So, upon arriving in NY I had to find the church God wanted me to fellowship in, so I went to a few before I felt that I was indeed where I belonged. I was only there a couple of months and I became the Outreach Pastor for a local assisted living facility, joined the worship team and found a Monday night prayer meeting which was designed to pray for Israel and the Jewish people.
The prayer group was a wonderful variety of gifted and sold-out Christians and I felt very honored to be a part of such lovely people. We went on prayer trips to do warfare by lifting Jesus higher and erecting altars to the Lord in the Spirit. (we did not build physical altars in NY City)
There was one trip which was named The Dugit, which is Hebrew for, The Boat. In the fall of 2000 we rented a boat to take us all around NY’s harbor. We celebrated the Lord, worshipping and praising Him and sending up prayers and supplications for the tri-state area. At the time there were more Jews in NY then there were anywhere else in the world. I’m not sure if that is currently an accurate statement.
That was a very powerful day. There were representatives from major intercessory groups from all over. We had Cindy Jacobs’s Generals, George Otis Jr’s Sentinel Group, and the Five-Fold ministry was in place and operating in power and might.
Our Dugit was not the only effort to labor for NY and the surrounding areas, many other groups, both local and from a distance were organized and sent by God to prepare the way...
In January of 2001 I was heading out on an icy, sleet ridden night to attend one of the prayer meetings when my car slid and spun right off the road. Shaken, I called out to the Lord, “Okay God, that was bad. We are told in the Word not to tempt the Lord. Do You want me to go to this meeting or not? Maybe I am in the flesh. If You want me there then You need to show me, otherwise I am turning back and going home to bed.”
Immediately, I was in an open vision where my windshield disappeared and there unfolding before me was a virtual war scene. The tallest buildings in NY were being bombed and falling in on the people. They didn’t topple, they crumbled —I saw the debris, the frantic crowds, some jumping from the buildings, and others running to escape the cascading pieces of the buildings as they were being razed…And this was not the first time I had seen this event happen.
Fifteen years prior, I had a recurring nightmare that haunted me for a full year. I was sleep deprived since I dreaded to fall asleep and relive the horror of the nightmare, always the same. And just then I was seeing it in an open vision.
I screamed, “Lord! Are You showing me this because it is going to happen?”
“Yes, it is.” He answered matter-of-factly.
I began to sob forcefully and almost uncontrollably all the way to the meeting.
When I arrived at the house the owner, Richie asked me to explain what was wrong and the group gathered around to hear. After relating the details of the vision and the recurring nightmare, he stopped me, asking, “Did you say the recurring nightmare happened 15 years ago?”
“Yes. It was horrible and lasted for an entire year.”
“Linda, when my wife comes in from the bathroom, please let me get her to sit down before you tell her what happened. You’ll understand why soon enough.
His wife Eileen entered the room and immediately asked, “What’s wrong with Linda? Linda, what happened?”
Richie instructed her to sit down before anything else was said and she did. He then asked her, Eileen, do you remember the recurring nightmare you had about 15 years ago? Tell us about it.”
She looked at some of the faces around the room questioningly but answered, “Well, yeah, sure I remember, it was horrible! I thought I was losing my mind because I dreamed it constantly. The tallest buildings in NY were being bombed and falling in on the people. I saw details so clearly. I’ll never forget it. –Why? What’s going on? Why is Linda crying?”
After explaining everything again one of the people in the group spoke, “You two carry the seeds of intercession for what it going to happen in our Country, and this is an intercessory prayer meeting in which we have the opportunity to stand in agreement with you. By the Spirit of God we shall pray!”
A very nice and well-meaning person began the prayer, “Oh God we pray that You would not allow this to happen in our Country. We ask—“
Immediately the same prophetic person that spoke a moment earlier interrupted and brought forth a correction, “No! God said this was going to happen! We are to pray for His hand to be full of mercy!”
So the prayers began: We—
--prayed for the bomber’s plans to be thwarted as much as possible so as to minimize the destruction
--asked for poor timing in their plans
--asked for public transportation to be delayed and running late
--declared that people would oversleep, alarms would not ring, buses, trains and rides would be missed
--asked for forgiveness for the sins of the people of
--asked for heroes to arise
--people to be rescued
--asked for the wisdom, mercy and grace of God to be released
--prayed for the salvation of those who were facing this and prayed for repentance to come upon all people
--we asked for testimonies of God to come forth from the experiences
These are only a few of the prayers that were prayed that night…and on other nights to follow.
The day of
He began to tell us that while he was watching on TV the events of the day unfold, he felt such sadness that he cried out to the Lord. The Lord appeared to him in an open vision!
The Lord said that His hand was indeed full of mercy concerning what happened. He showed Maurice to read Ezekiel 26, 27 and 28 whereby he was to understand many things…
The Prince of Tyre is a principality. It is the same one that is spoken of in Ezk. 26 who had amassed such a powerful kingdom that he was about to hand it over to his ‘father’ the King of Tyre. Had the King of Tyre taken the throne over the
(This is a long teaching and an important one but that will have to be for another book, I will just give the details that are pertinent to the understanding of the event of
The first thing to understand is; How does a principality gain power and increase the size of his kingdom? Before that can be effectively answered I must explain that only people with the Holy Spirit have true power so whatever they make important is lifted up.
(Here, some may argue that Satan worshippers have power but they lose the argument immediately since they themselves are only puppets of Satan and so are Satan’s minions.
Oh yeah, and Satan has to answer to God so he knows his power is only deception of man.)
So, a principality over trade, wealth, materialism, or to say it plain, the love of money, such as the Prince of
Now maybe it is clear to you why
I thank God for Maurice Sklar and the awesome call of God on his life.
Seven Reasons Revival Is Being Held Up
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Most all Christians have been praying fervently for revival for at least the past seven years. Pat Robertson had his map every night showing the prayers of the faithful going up in support and belief that revival is coming.
The entire hubbub is now slowed to a simmer and many have allowed their expectation to turn to impatience and even doubt and unbelief. I asked God, “What is the hold up?” I saw a cloud the size of a man’s hand, and I heard the sound of the abundance of rain…I asked the Lord why I was seeing a vision that Elijah had and He said that He was going to show me many things in a short time. I have penned them faithfully as He has asked.
The hindrances to the release of the latter rain must be addressed…
Unfortunately, the primary responsibility of the hold up falls to leadership of the church. However, be warned dear saints of Christ, bringing light to a situation brings with it a call to prayer and fasting, not anger and disdain. And the leaders must take these things to the Lord in humility and prayer, this is a time for the attitude of Jehoshaphat to rise up in our leaders.
I Peter 4:17-19 Says, 17For the time is come that judgment must begin at the house of God: and if it first begin at us, what shall the end be of them that obey not the gospel of God? 18 And if the righteous scarcely be saved, where shall the ungodly and the sinner appear? 19 Wherefore let them that suffer according to the will of God commit the keeping of their souls to him in well doing, as unto a faithful Creator.
The first reason that the Lord showed me: there has been a paradigm shift in the earth as God is transitioning the Body of Christ from the “Church Age” to the “Kingdom Age”, and even though most ministers have heard and believe this to be true, they are continuing to operate in their own agendas. It is as in the days of Noah, where the people are still buying and selling, marrying and giving in marriage…but God is shaking everything that can be shaken! We are approaching the end of the age of the Gentiles.
He wants us to worship Him in self abandonment. He wants the restoration of all things to be made manifest. He wants to bring forth the answers to our fervent prayers—to have the outpouring of the Holy Spirit with healings, many signs and wonders and miracles to occur. Acts
THEY GOT RESULTS! It is a matter of the heart. God is bringing about One New Man in HIM, and the Church is still operating in the form of the Roman Catholic System. Oh yeah, we stretch out worship longer, we use women, and we allow the prophetic to a degree, but we are still in the same form.
Reason Two is that the Leadership is out of order. Saul lost his crown because he operated out of order and because of that, was susceptible to the spirit of rebellion entering his life.
Leaders must be certain of the mantle they have from God. To operate outside of that even in ignorance, hinders the flow of the Spirit of God, not only in their lives but also in the works they are leading. Ephesians 4:1-7 reads, I therefore, the prisoner of the Lord, beseech you that ye walk worthy of the vocation wherewith ye are called, 2 With all lowliness and meekness, with longsuffering, forbearing one another in love;
3 Endeavoring to keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. 4 There is one body, and one Spirit, even as ye are callen in one hope of your calling; 5 One Lord, one faith, one baptism, 6 One God and Father of all, who is above all, and through all, and in you all. 7 But unto every one of us is given grace according to the measure of the gift of Christ.
There are Evangelists who open a church and stand in the pulpit week on end with no anointed messages because their anointing is not for the “church folk” but for the lost.
There are Apostles still standing in the pulpits and refusing God’s call on their lives because the safety of the Pastoral ministry of today which provides them with a weekly income, the big house and the nice car, plus many other fringe benefits.
The Apostolic office requires great faith and humility and they are not willing to surrender to it. They often are plagued by Church splits because God sends them a Pastor to stay with the flock so they can go out, and they don’t utilize the person. The Pastor then gets frustrated knowing what his/her call is, so they leave and start their own church. These Pastors are out of order too because the Apostolic office is required to establish a work of God. And on it goes…The five fold ministry system of God is mostly not utilized by the Churches…which brings us to—
Reason Three. The Lord spent the past 1500 years slowly restoring the five fold offices of ministry to the Church, yet we primarily only hear from whoever is standing in the office of Pastor, week in and week out. Many teachers are in the nurseries and day-care centers of the Church or have gone out to the mission fields to fulfill their calls to teach. Prophets are reduced in many cases to the sole job of bringing forth a “Word from the Lord” in the Sunday service to tickle the ears of the people. (and I have seen some of those words not acted upon.)
Apostles are often found out in the marketplace, planting seeds and watering. They are watchmen and strong intercessors and are often overlooked and not taken seriously. When they really get involved in a Church they are accused of wanting to take over the Church. Many of our evangelists are in the music field, or are desperately writing their messages for anyone and everyone to hear and read.
Our pulpits provide one man shows for the office of Pastor, and congregants are not able to add much to the edification of the Saints. This opens up the door to corruption and elitism. (see #’’s 4&5). I Corinthians
Reason Four is a big issue with God; Love of Money. In the world system, money buys power and position, but we are not to operate in that system. It should come back to the passage sited earlier where all things are common and no one calls anything his own. This would bring about the Spirit of Unity in Christ that is necessary for the Holy Spirit to be poured out in revival.
Because we allow money to buy position in the Church, we open the door to Jezebel, Baalim and witchcraft. Here’s a scenario: a high income man or woman comes into the church and begins to tithe the large sum of money required as their tenth. The Pastor makes sure to interact with them and finds them to be in good standing. (Of course they only know what the person tells them.) Friendship is started and the person makes a request to be worship leader or something. (maybe he wants to be an elder or deacon...) The Pastor is on the spot. Very often, the congregation will begin to see the person leading worship or becoming the deacon or elder. This is what God says:
I Peter 5:1-8 The elders which are among you I exhort, who am also an elder, and a witness of the sufferings of Christ, and also a partaker of the glory that shall be revealed: 2 Feed the flock of God which is among you, taking the oversight thereof, not by constraint, but willingly; not for filthy lucre, but of a ready mind; 3 Neither as being lords over God’s heritage, but being ensamples to the flock. 4 And when the chief Shepherd shall appear, ye shall receive a crown of glory that fadeth not away. 5 Likewise, ye younger, submit yourselves unto the elder. Yea, all of you be subject one to another, and be clothed with humility: for God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble. 6 Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time: 7 Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you. 8 Be sober, be vigilant; because you adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:
This focus on money and position is way too common in our churches. The Jezebel and Baalim spirits are enabled to operate because of the rebellion shown by our focus on such things. Ministers are lured into sexual sin and corruption in spending. These open the door to witchcraft in their lives and we watch them spiral downward.
I John 3:16-18 says, Hereby perceive we the love of God, because he laid down his life for us: and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren. 17 But whoso hath this world’s good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowls of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him? 18 My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth.
The Lord warns us against having the “respect of persons” in our churches. James 2:1-9 My brethren, have not the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory, with respect of persons. 2 For if there come unto your assembly a man with a gold ring, in goodly apparel, and there come in also a poor man in vile raiment; 3 And ye have respect to him that weareth the gay clothing, and say unto him, Sit thou here in a good place; and say to the poor, Stand thou there, or sit here under my footstool: 4 Are ye not then partial in yourselves, and are become judges of evil thoughts? 5 Hearken, my beloved brethren, Hath no God chosen the poor of this world rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which he hath promised to them that love him? 6 But ye have despised the poor. Do not rich men oppress you, and draw you before the judgment seats? 7 Do not they blaspheme that worthy name by the which ye are called? 8 If ye fulfil the royal law according to the scripture, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself, ye do well: 9 But if ye have respect to persons, ye commit sin, and are convinced of the law as transgressors.
Reason Five is ELITISM. Oh yes, we have the “great” Shepherd and all the little sheep of his little flock. Some “Pastors” don’t allow their congregants to come up and talk to them after a service. They remain removed from the people. They have “elders” for that chore. They send their youth pastors and associate pastors to the hospitals and nursing facilities in their place. They believe they are the only ones to bring forth the Words of edifying and truth to the people. There are some that believe that the Prophets and Apostles need to “submit their gifts to them to be “Pastored”. That is a great responsibility to take on one’s self and is out of order.
I have knowledge of a “Pastor” storming into a church service and pointing at the Pastor of that church and declaring that he/she “stole his sheep”! However this man is an Apostle who refuses to leave the ‘Pastoral Pulpit’.
These things are going on folks! Leaders with the spirit of elitism are often guilty of grinding the faces of their congregants into the dust. (You can read Isaiah 3 to discover God's judgment of them is first.)
We find that because the leadership is operating in the spirit of elitism, the congregants also begin to do the same. Comparisons are common place and the spirit of offense is having a field day with the saints.
We need to see men and women in leadership fall on their faces before the Lord and seek Him as shepherd. Ezekiel 34:1-23 tells us, 1 And the Word of the lord came unto me, saying, 2 Son of man, prophesy against the shepherds of
Reason Six is the pointing of the finger by leaders. Our leaders are talking about us folks! Even right after they finish ministering to us! Or worse yet, beforehand! They go out to lunch at conferences and discuss the various folks attending the meetings. Husbands with wives and minister to minister. Gossip. One of the things God hates. This is operating in the accuser of the brethren spirit.
Our light will break forth as the morning…IF
Isaiah 58:8-10 Then shall thy light break forth as the morning, and thine health shall spring forth speedily: and thy righteousness shall go before thee; the glory of the lord shall be thy rereward. 9 Then shalt thou call, and the lord shall answer; thou shalt cry, and he shall say, Here I am. If thou take away from the midst of thee the yoke, the putting forth of the finger, and speaking vanity; 10 And if thou draw out thy soul to the hungry, and satisfy the afflicted soul; then shall thy light rise in obscurity, and thy darkness be as the noon day:
And just as in any of the above reasons, whatever is coming down from leadership is operating in the congregants. (Those spirits have permission to operate.) I have seen “Pastors” listen to gossip about a particular person and then call them up for prayer as though they were given a revelation about them or something. Then, because it is not by power, nor by might but by His Spirit, the ministers are totally out of line and word curses are put on people (even if it is unknowingly). They prayed as though the gossip is truth, thereby polluting the prayer over the person and forming weapons against them. (word curses.)
Reason Seven is that our leaders are not willing to break through denominational lines to pray together and seek God’s face so His hand will move on our behalf. There’s no true Spirit of God’s unity.
They argue and say that if they do not agree with the next guy they cannot walk together. God is not asking them to walk together, only pray and seek His face in humility and sincerity. We have seen time and again in any place that revival, renewal or any outpouring of God’s Spirit has occurred in great degrees, there were prayers of unity that went up. And of course, 2 Chronicles
Are so many blinded to the fact that we are in a drought? (spiritual) Do they not see the locusts? Are they not losing many congregants to cancer? (pestilence) Unity and humility are essential elements for revival to come. Leaders must be examples of prayer and praise in unity with others, to teach it to their congregants.
The Lord said to me that because of His spiritual laws and His love for the prodigals and the lost, He cannot yet move by His Spirit to bring about the outpouring that He desires.
I agreed, thinking, how can He send them into the churches in the condition they are in? We are beating up one another, pushing around the guy sitting next to us who is already in the Church! We would absolutely slaughter the poor and wounded and weary souls that would come in. “They will know you are my people by your love.” This is what Jesus stated.
Psalms 94:2-6 Lift up thyself, thou judge of the earth: render a reward to the proud. Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph? 4 How long shall they utter and speak hard things? and all the workers of iniquity boast themselves?
5 They break in pieces thy people, O lord, and afflict thine heritage. 6 They slay the widow and the stranger, and murder the fatherless.
After I finished writing this article and reread it for error, the Lord spoke to me. He said that all of the Seven reasons were from the same base or root…Pride. Pride is the tree and the 7 Reasons are the fruit. Please dear saints of God, fast and pray for our leaders. And leaders, I beg you, humble yourselves and pray in unity.
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I have to start this story by saying that I wish everyone could have experienced the joy and personal pride like I did in having a daughter like my Melina.
She had a very difficult life and that is her testimony to give so just suffice it to say that she found herself in over her head and had become addicted to crack-cocaine. We were living together at the time and she had weekly visitations with her son which I was mandated by the court to supervise. It was a very trying time for everyone concerned.
Often, she would go out and not come home, but she would always call me. I was emphatic about the call because she was getting the stuff from let’s face it, “bad guys” and I needed her to respect that I love and care about her. Even though I couldn’t stop her from going down this path, I had to continue to let her know I love her and need her in my life.
--So, imagine my feelings when she went missing for 5 days! FIVE DAYS!!
After the 2nd day my friends that I confided in said that I should call the police and make a report. However, after praying I felt not to.
On the third day, her dealer called the house! He had the audacity to phone my home! I told him to never call my number again, and I said I was going to start praying for him. He retorted, “Lady, if I don’t know where she is, you better start praying for her.” Click.
I was feeling physically ill like the Hulk must feel when he is about to turn into the green monster! My body released all this adrenaline and my breathing was so fast that it became labored gasps. I almost passed out.
I PRAYED HARD.
On the morning of the fifth day it was Sunday, and I awoke and said to the Lord, “I have many choices today, I can be miserable and stay home or I can get to church and PRAISE You!”
So that is what I did. I dressed in a long flowing skirt, took a shawl and went to praising the Lord with all my might. I was in the back of the church and I was feeling so grateful. I knew that I knew that God had my daughter in His hands…and I told Him, that even if she was dead, I believed that she went to heaven due to repentance at the last minute. I mean, she had asked Jesus into her heart and spoke in a heavenly language. She was just away from God right now. But He never left her nor forsaked her. I knew it!
When the service was over I just didn’t want to stop praising Him. I got into my car and put on a tape and went driving around on the back roads Praising the Lord!
I stopped at a STOP sign and there was no one around in any direction, so I took the opportunity to ask God a question.
“God, You know my heart and I trust You and am at peace in my soul. But I don’t understand why this has happened. Can you tell me? I just don’t understand it, my beautiful daughter…”
Suddenly, my windshield disappeared and Jesus was standing there on a cloud. He was so glorious I immediately bowed my head and cried, “Lord, Jesus!”
He smiled at me and looked into my eyes as though He was imparting knowledge right into my soul… “Linda, your daughter is a preacher”—
I think I sort of interrupted Him with, “I know, Lord, You showed me that before.”
He closed Hes eyes and half shook His head, and using His hands for emphasis, continued, “who runs from My presence.” He paused here and looked into my eyes again.
Then He resumed His explanation, “So, I have made a big fish for her and she is in the belly of the fish that I have made. When she determines to do my bidding, the fish will spew her out of its mouth and she will become the powerful instrument that I have purposed her to be. Now go. Tell everyone the Big Fish Story for there are many who are in the belly of a fish that I have made for them."
I bowed, saying, “Yes Lord.” When I looked back up, He was gone and someone honked at me to move through the intersection.
When I got home, my daughter called and asked if she could come home.
I was so happy! In with all the anger of her disappearance, the joy of my soul overwhelmed me. (Back o Top) I had very little understanding of the things of the Spirit of God since I had been involved with a denominational church for most of my life and they didn’t let Him out of their box. I knew there were things that were wrong with this little church but I not only didn’t know what I should do or say about them but IF I should. So I just remained as faithful to God as I knew how to at tha time in my life and believed that He would work all things out for good. Things were spiraling out of order in big ways concerning my marriage. My husband was having an affair with a beautiful woman in the church. (I believe I baby-sat for her children while they were together once.) Anyway, she was the sister of one of the elders of the board and her family had been involved with the church for a very long time. So, I left. I was very distraught and I knew that I needed a new church to fellowship in. I needed to stay connected to the Body if I was to survive. (Now, many other things had happened in the little church but I will not write them out here, but I was determined not to find another church that had similar pain for people within its walls.) So I really prayed hard about what to do and where to go. The Lord quickened me about the vision and dream I had had a couple of years prior. Right after I got to I wrote a business plan according to the vision and had thought that I was going to build this place one day. I found the plan among my papers all these years later and took it to my parent’s house to show my father. He was very encouraging to me concerning the writing and the way the business plan was clearly laid oyt. He asked me where I was going to build this place. I answered that it would be in My mother spoke up then. “Well, let me see that! The way it sounds…” she paused here and read the table of contents. “Yes!” It is the same! We already have on of these places in I was incredulous! After all the whats and wheres and other details, my mother said, “Yeah, your daughter Melina was baptized in the Holy Spirit there when she came down a few years ago.” My mind raced. I wasn’t to build it but to become part of the one that was already in existence. So it was a Wednesday and my mother said, “In fact, they have a service this evening.” So I attended. Many fascinating things happened that night to confirm that I should continue to fellowship there. The next morning I went to their early Morning Prayer Service. Afterwards a woman came up to me and said, “You have asked God for a minister to stand behind you and you have been disappointed before. God wants you to have a minister to speak into your life now. So I would like to take you over to meet Marilyn and Paul our Pastoral Ministers. That is who you need to speak to.” (Of course, that was exactly what I had asked God for that morning in prayer.) They embraced me and immediately assured me tha I would be a welcome addition to the church family. After several months of intense ministry with Marilyn in which many soulish healings took place, I had a distinct tugging to go back to the little church. So I had prayed about it and the Lord spoke to me, “You will be my Jeremiah prophet in the assembly. If they receive you I will make this place shine forth to the nations. But if they fail to turn from their wicked ways, I will bring my judgment upon them. I will close the book on them” When I told Marilyn about feeling as though I should return, (I didn’t tell her what I heard from God and what He said.) she was very troubled by the news. She felt that their policies and doctrines were false in many cases and since I had been hurt so badly there, she was not comfortable to have me go back there. So we prayed. After the prayer she looked at me with tear filled eyes and said that God said, “She is my Jeremiah prophet for this assembly. If they repent I will make them a beacon to the nations and if they do not I will remove their lampstand.” I jumped out of my chair! “What does this mean exactly?” Neither of us knew in a definitive sense… However, the little church didn’t have service until 12:30 in the afternoon and it lasted approximately 3-4 hours. Then everyone went into the dining hall and had food and fellowship. The custom was that everyone was to bring a covered dish to share and a long table displayed all the various foods. Then after the meal,service started again and went on until 7:30 or 8:00 pm. I was not going to stop going to the new church, The Christian Retreat, so effectively I was in church from 8:30 am to 8:00 pm every Sunday. I loved it! Now one might think that I would have been excited to be call a prophet by the Lord and want to run to the assignment. However, I was heavy with the burden of souls. I took all of this so very seriously. I didn’t want to fail God and thereby hurt anyone—myself included. I went in and sat in my old seat. Very few people spoke to me or acknowledged me which was fine. Worship began and I got caught up in it, loving to worship the Lord. About 5 songs into it the Pastor came out onto the platform and was weeping. He motioned for the worship leaders to be silent for a moment. What he said next I will never forget as long as I live. He said, “As most of you all know, I have just returned from a trip to California where I was visiting a sister church. On the return trip I was praying and thanking the Lord for all He had done and all of the things He showed me during the services there. Suddenly, the Lord Jesus Christ Himself appeared to me! Yes, that is right! Jesus came to me, I saw Him face to face! He told me that there were many things out of order in this church. He wanted me to get things straightened out. He said that if I didn’t He was going to bring His judgment. He said that He was sending a Jeremiah prophet to help the church set things right. He showed me who that was. Sister Linda, will you please stand up? Yes, that’s right! He said that if the church got into alignment with the Word of God, He was going to make this place shine forth to the nations. If not, well as I said, He was going to bring judgment.” Then he had me come to the front and the church prayed for me and thanked God for sending me. He hugged me and was still weeping. He asked me if I could meet with him on Tuesday in the afternoon to discuss what the Lord had showed me. I agreed and then went to sit down. I fasted and prayed for the next couple days for the Lord to show me what He wanted me to say to this Pastor concerning what was out of order. I knew what I thought, but I wanted to know what He thought. After some time in prayer, the Lord spoke to me, “Get a pen and paper. I will give you the word.” So I began to write down things as I suddenly began to see faces and doctrines… For instance, there was a worship leader who I didn’t know, but suddenly I knew that he was an active homosexual. No, not reformed, active. I wrote down everything as I saw or “knew” it. At the meeting I was very confident that I had God’s answers for the little church. It made me very excited to think of it becoming a beacon to the nations. But the Pastor acted so very strange! I didn’t know what to do about him. He sat down in the chair across from me and put his hand on my thigh! I moved it off and just looked at him. He seemed to be laughing at me then… I explained to him how I had taken this assignment very seriously and had been fasting and praying for the past couple of days. He said, “Of course- of course! I wouldn’t expect less of someone He sent to help out this church!” Then, he put his hand back on my thigh! I stood up at once and straightened my skirt, stretched and then sat back down. He began to talk and the way he talked about the church was that they were somehow special and HE was somehow special to God, above other people. He was very puffed up about how he saw his and the church’s position with the Lord. As I was going down the list of items and telling him what the Lord had showed me, he was falling asleep! I stopped speaking when I realized it and waited for him to snap out of it. Only he didn’t. So I nudged him and offered to come back and do this later, at a better time. He shrugged it off and laughed. I said that this was a serious time for the church and for him and he seemed to get annoyed and gruffly told me to get on with it. I began again and sure enough, he fell off to sleep again. I left him the list for later review and I rose to leave. He jumped up and asked me where I was going. I told him that I had written my phone number on the page if he had any questions but that the list was pretty clear. He apologized and I said it was no trouble. The next day was Wednesday and I was determined not to miss God or fail Him in this assignment so I went almost an hour early to praise and worship in the sanctuary. I did warfare and cleaned the house. It was funny but there was another saint there who came to join me. That evening the service was more glorious than I had ever remembered it. I felt that the Lord was pleased with the heart of the leadership and their desire to set things aright. The Pastor had apparently seen me in the sanctuary earlier because he said that it felt as though God had already cleaned the house. He added that it was because some of the saints took the initiative that was necessary. He looked at me and smiled. I remember thinking that it was not right that the worship leader was still in his usual place. He was not asked to step down.[1] I made a mental note to ask Pastor why… This church considered itself to be a “Holiness Church”. The women were not to wear pants and the men all word dress suits. Women also were not allowed to stand at the pulpit and preach or teach. Except me. Whenever I had to say something, if the Lord told me to speak, I would go to the pulpit, ignoring the complaints of the elders and deacons. Interestingly enough, the Pastor would stand up behind me and put his right arm extended up as though he were extending his scepter to me or something ridiculous like that. (Like he was a King.) I attended the church and went to the Bible Study. At the Bible Study I attempted to point out an error in their theology. It was so offensive to my spirit and I felt the Holy Spirit leading me in the correction. They were trying to say that there in fact is not a being of evil such as Satan. They believe man is his own worst enemy and he is the fallen cherub spoken of in the Word. I was suddenly able to quote verses and state truth like never before! That is the best thing about being used by God; the Word that is in you is brought forth swiftly and accurately! I love that! Anyway, athe elders and deacons and the Pastor all exchanged glances with one another. Then the Pastor smiled and said that I should see him after the group breaks up if I wanted to understand their stance further. I responded that I did not desire to understand false doctrine further and they should re-examine their position. I then reminded them that God Himself was trying to straighten out the church, not me. I was simply an instrument He was using at the moment. Then this one elder began to clear his throat and stood up. He said that this was not a forum of debate, it was a Bible Study. He went on to say that I was not qualified to correct men that had theological degrees since I was just an upstart woman who refused to know her place. After all, no one has all the truth and no one is right all the time. I am not one to fail God so I also stood. I said, “Sir, you are correct. No one is right all the time or has all the truth. However, I was sent here for this very purpose and I am trying to fulfill my assignment and help when I am being led to help, saying what I feel I am to say.” Another man shouted that I was out of order! The Pastor had to quiet the room then because a furor broke forth. He said that we had looked into the Word enough for one evening and that we should all go home and pray about it. I stayed after and he told me that he was grateful that I was trying so hard to “help them”. But he added that I needed to understand that many of these doctrines came by “revelation” and they were what made the church special to God. I felt tears burn down my cheeks. I went home and prayed for God to show them the Truth of His Word.[2] I was unable to get to the church to do warfare before the next service on Wednesday evening. While driving to church I was apologizing to the Lord about it and He said, “I didn’t ask you to.” During service I felt that I should share what happened to me when the Lord healed me of Bronchitis.[3] There was a time in the service for sharing and so I stood up to go to the front and tell the congregation the story. When I got to the front and put the microphone to my mouth, this woman who was considered a “pillar of the church”, jumped up into the air and began to scream. She had her two feet wider than shoulder length apart and she began to jump up the aisle as she had her fists making motions as though fighting something in the air. She was yelling in “tongues” and coming at me as though we were going to fight. I tried to ignore her and put the microphone to my mouth again and began to speak. At that moment she began to scream again in “tongues”.[4] It was to stop me from speaking and she made her way to me. The entire thing was very threatening but I did not back down and I stood my ground to this demon. The Pastor came and stood between us and then he asked me to share late whatever it was that I wanted to share. I handed the mic to him and went back to my seat. The incident was very disturbing but I just sat down and let God be God. I was determined not to be pushy or controlling or even demanding in any way even if I felt that I was doing something I was supposed to do. The next time we had service was Sunday and it was the Day of Prayer for the Persecuted Church. The Christian Retreat service was so powerful! There was a representative ther explaining about an article before the legislature concerning missionaries in other countries and their protection as Americans. He brought a Petition for everyone to sign so that it could be made into law. A very devoted missionary shared about how they crucified men in one country. We listened to her stories and we all fell on our faces and began to pray. We were in lamenting prayer and a prophetic man received a vision of someone in another country who was incarcerated unjustly. We were in such deep prayer and intercession that when it came time to end the service and clear out to make room for the next service, no one could move. Pastor Phil Derstine made an announcement that he believed no one should move unless they absolutely had to since the Holy Spirit was moving in such power and might. After the second service I got some of the petitions and thought that I would bring them to the little church. (I felt that surely they would have a similar service.) Instead, the service was boring and nothing was even mentioned about it being the Day of the Persecuted Church. So, as soon as we went for break to the dining hall for food and fellowship, I went up to the Pastor. I showed him the petitions and told him that we were remiss not to pray for the persecuted church at the very least. Pastor wholeheartedly agreed with me and told me to stand up after the break and share it with the congregation. What happened at lunch changed the minds of many people concerning me. The “Pillar of the Church” came over to me while I was eating and stood over me. I ate alone and very few people had anything to say to me. (I discovered later that people talked about how I could “see too much” and people were afraid to socialize with me.) She said, “I hope there’s no hard feelings about what happened on Wednesday. Well, you know when the Holy Spirit moves we just have to go with it.” “That was NOT the Holy Spirit.” I responded. “WHAT? Not the Holy Spirit? Oh YES it was!” She screamed. I had been trying to hurry and finish with what was in my mouth while she was yelling so I could speak as soon as she stopped. I swallowed and then stood to face her. I firmly but in a normal tone said, “NO, it wasn’t. He does everything decently and in order. That was not in order or decent.” “How DARE you! Who do you think you are anyway? You think you’re some big prophet? You ain’t NOTHING!” “I forgive you because you don’t know what it is you are doing. But, we are to judge the spirits and I am telling you that was NOT the Spirit of the Living God.” I said in even tones in a matter of fact statement of truth. “Well, we shall see about that!” She was a thin black woman around 55-60 years old and she always wore a big hat to church. She dressed very conservatively and acted very pious in church. She called herself a prophetess but she was a gossip who gave “prophetic words” during service, which did not edify nor profit anyone because they were judgmental and self-righteous. Many of the “words” she gave were derived from he gossip sessions. Then I watched as she marched right over to the Pastor and began to whisper in his ear. I saw him looking at me with disdain. Then the whole table of elders was brought into the story as it was retold again with great animation. By the time lunch was over I can only imagine what names I was being called… When we went back to continue service, after worship, I stood as directed by Pastor prior to break, and went to the front to explain about the Persecuted Church. It was not going to happen. As I began to walk to the pulpit an elder who sat closer to it than I did, stood and raced up to say something. One after the other of the various elders and deacons began to stand up and take the microphone. They all spoke about different things, none of which were profitable, important or edifying. Then this one deacon, who was an overweight white male, made motions like he was pulling two guns out of his holster then he shot me. While he shot me he was yelling, “It’s a hoe down! NO it’s a show down! Oh we gonna take a whore down! Oh yeah, we’re gonna have a fight tonight!” Then he blew the tip of his pointing fingers as though they had just shot me and put them back into the holster. I was praying. I asked the Lord for His protection and for His wisdom and answers for this situation. The Lord answered me by saying, “I am opening your eyes.” At that moment the Pastor stretched out his arms, looked up and began yelling exuberantly, “The Holy Spirit is falling!” Then for a brief glance he looked at me and said, “It doesn’t look like the Lord is letting some people speak tonight no matter what I said. He is the Lord! Fall on us Holy Spirit! Fall on us!” I looked above his head and what I saw changed my life and how I understood things from then on. There was a demon drifting down to the Pastor with a purpose. He went into the Pastor and “settled in” as though adjusting oneself into a coat once the arms were put into the sleeves. He was hideous! He looked like a cross between a bat and a baboon. He had a very large mouth like a baboon with sharp teeth. His eyes were slits with ears that seemed to come off of them like a bat’s. He had a very large and erect male organ with huge gonads. I could see the outline of the demon while it inhabited the Pastor and operated through him. As soon as the demon was fully settled the Pastor turned to face me. I said aloud, “I plead the Blood of Jesus over me.” The Pastor said, “Sister Linda, say, Holy Spirit fall through me!” So even though I knew that I have the Holy Spirit within me and anything that would fall through me would not be Him, I was obedient and said, “Holy Spirit, only You fall through me.” “Say it again like you mean it!” So I repeated the same thing as before and he was looking up as though searching the air above me for something to fall through me. It was creepy and I was fighting fear by saying in my mind, “I am God’s child, I am bought with a price, I am covered with the Blood of Jesus Christ…” Unbelievingly, he came up in my face and this demon and I were inches apart, so that I was acutely aware of his rancid breath. It was the most foul smell I have ever encountered in my life either before or since. He demanded furiously, “Say, Holy Spirit fall through me!!!” So I said, “Holy Spirit! Fall through me!” He huffed in my face and some of his spittle landed on my chin and cheek. He turned away and went over to the mother of the woman my husband had an affair with. He grabbed her double chin as she had her head up. He jerked her neck back and forth and then sharply shoved her backwards. A deacon was there to catch her and set her down to the floor, where one of the women covered her immediately with a cloth. As the Pastor passed, a toddler fell from the pew and banged his mouth on the back of the pew in front of him. He began to scream and had a mouthful of blood. His mother took him home. I saw hundreds of demons, smaller ones than the baboon/bat, and they were all over the people. They were poking people in the eyes and ears, pulling their hair, spitting on them and doing lewd and sexual acts to them. The church became a spiritual Pandemonium. I had seen enough and asked God if I could leave. He said, “Yes.” So I hurriedly packed up my belongings and I proceeded to leave. A couple that I had shared with about the petition asked me if they could sign it. So I was letting them do that when suddenly the Pastor came running down the aisle straight towards me. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do to me. I again said aloud, “I plead the Blood of Jesus!” He came up to me way too close, like in my face, and said, “Sister Linda, I know I told you to share about this petition and I still want you to share it. So on Wednesday I will introduce you and NO ONE will have a chance to interfere. OK? So you will be first to speak on Wednesday’s service. You’ll stand in the pulpit, I’ll be your covering as usual.” All I could say was, “OK. And Pastor, I love you. I’m sorry.” I was trying to maintain my composure because everything about me wanted to scream and cry for this deceived man. He kissed me on the cheek and said he loved me too. I couldn’t wait to get out of that place and even though some other people wanted to know what it was people were signing, I just said that I would share it on Wednesday. I left abruptly. I got outside and the tears burst forth from my eyes and I was kicking my feet to shake off the dust of the place. I heard my name being called even though the crying and screaming in my mind was so intense. “Sister Linda! Wait!” I turned around to see who called me and it was one of the oldest ladies in the church. She was a quiet, sweet woman who sought the Lord with all of her heart. I hoped the Lord had kept her safe through all of this. She reached me and said, “I have to tell you something that I am sure you want to know! I never saw an angel before! Never! But tonight I did! You know when Pastor was having you say, ‘Holy Spirit fall through me’? Well, there were four of the largest angels anyone could possibly imagine standing there holding a sheet over your head. They each had a corner of the sheet. Even though it wasn’t a sheet, cuz it was radiant! It was glorious!” “So let me get this straight…you saw four angels holding a radiant sheet type protective covering over my head while the Pastor was telling me to say that?” “Yes! That is exactly what I saw! Isn’t that something? I can’t figure it out! I just don’t understand it, but I know that you would want to know what I saw.” I kissed and hugged her! I was so happy and grateful to my faithful God. The old woman described the angels as so tall they had to stoop over to be in the church, even though the ceilings were so high. She said they were so white they were glowing and very handsome to look upon. They were statuesque, regal looking and they appeared to be very strong. She was very excited about this! I left her and got into my car, thanking God over and over again. On the ride home I said, “I am so grateful that You got me out of there and I will never go back.” The Lord replied, “Yes you will.” I couldn’t believe it, byt would never argue with God, however I did ask why. He said, “To proclaim my judgment upon this work.” “Yes, Lord.” I went home exhausted and fell on my bed. I immediately began to pray for the Pastor. But I heard the Lord say very clearly, “Do not bring him to my Throne Room again!” This troubled me but I know His voice. I asked Him, “Lord, his deception has made him lost?” “I came to him, personally. My righteous judgments are true.” So, I went back to the church on Wednesday and when I went to the pulpit the Pastor said that I was permitted to speak from it. I sang first before anything else, “Oh the Blood of Jesus…It washes white as snow.” Then I said, “I don’t know why, but the Lord wants me to read this to you. I read the entire chapter of Jeremiah 9 and I felt to read it from the Loving Bible so that the language was plain and readily understood by all. When I finished reading I closed the Bible and the sound was so loud it seemed to reverberated again and again throughout the sanctuary. He said to me, “I have closed The Book on this place. I have removed their candlestick.” I didn’t go back to my seat to sit, I gathered my things and proceeded out the door. I never had to return. I then kicked the dust off of my feet. [2] The Word of God is the authority for the Earth whether the entire planet accepts it or not. We are not leaving this planet contrary to popular belief. We will see a new Heaven and a new Earth be mad manifest and I can guarantee that the Word of God will be the absolute authority and will be accepted as such then. [3] Read the Second to be Judged vision in this book. [4] The Gift of Speaking in Tongues is different than a religious spirit manifesting. This woman was never really baptized in the Holy Spirit nor did she ever speak in the true gift of the Holy Spirit. She is mentally ill from demonization. I found myself walking from I had this knowing, (common in visions). I knew that I was feeling as though I may have been wrong about whom Jesus really was…I mean he had just died on the cross and with his death, the hopes and dreams of the entire Israeli nation died with him. (They believed that the true Messiah was going to come to Earth and finally, finally vindicate the Jews and return them to their position in their own land.) They would also NOT be under Roman rule, (which was actually more like a Lordship since the Emperors considered themselves to be gods). The Messiah would take his place on the throne and set things into God’s order. Now he was dead. The pain and feelings of disillusionment were overwhelming, beyond the beyond… As we kept walking we happened upon this stranger and he asked us why we were so mournful. We were incredulous! What planet was this guy from that he did not know that they had just crucified Jesus? ! ? So we explained to him about the miracles and teachings and all the wonders of Jesus. We told him how we believed that Jesus was the Messiah and that he was going to redeem (The hopelessness that I felt while explaining this to him was grueling in its intensity and I was having spasmodic tremors, like eruptions, going on in me. Everything in me wanted to scream bloodcurdling sobs to release this despair.) We told him how the women went to the tomb, did not find him there, instead saw visions of angels. Other disciples checked out their story and it was true. He then called us fools. He said we were dense and took a long time to figure things out. He began to talk to us concerning the scriptures that told of the Messiah’s coming. One after the other from the beginning of the Torah on through the prophets… he explained. Revelation began to annihilate despair, bringing peace and even renewed excitement to our hearts. My appetite even returned and my desire to live, even if it meant I was still under Roman rule. We invited this enlightened fellow to join us for dinner. We wanted him to say the blessing. As he did, he gave thanks and broke the bread…we suddenly recognized Him!!! Yes it is the Lord! He disappeared, just in mid air was gone… At this point the vision ended and I felt exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Immediately I found myself outside in the night looking up at the stars…[1] [1] Next is The Veil, the second vision in a continuous adventure at a soaking session at Joelle and Bill’s Home.
The Veil (Back to Top) While I stood gazing at them, I just had a prayer of thanks to God on my heart, and the stars apparently gave a gift to me from God; this beautiful white iridescent veil floated down, actually soared and spiraled down to me from the heavens. It landed on me enveloping me and wrapping me up like a beautiful mummy. My initial knee jerk reaction was to fight being bound. The fact that it was from the Lord gave me a strong desire to trust and to allow it. As soon as I mad the decision to surrender a great sense of PEACE came over me like it was part of the fabric’s content. I discovered that I was swimming and moving aside all the folds, only to find more folds and seemingly going deeper, even into the fabric itself. I had a deep sense of aloneness without being lonely, and I was driven to get to the end of the fabric, be released and find what was at the other end of this experience. Suddenly after what felt like a very long time, I burst through! It very much resembled coming up for air after exploring the bottom of the pool on a sunlit day: the light playing elaborate tricks on the eyes, taking it to the nth by staying down as long as possible, then, having to get air mote than anything else in the world, rushing to the surface and breaking forth to gulp in the need… I found myself standing on top of the veil, which I now realized was a cocoon, a magnificent work of art by the maker, God. AND, I was now adorned in a glorious bridal gown! I was transformed and I knew thaqt everything that happened in that cocoon needed to occur in order for me to be prepared to be who He wanted me to be and do what I was created to do. It all seemed to make sense really. I understood that when I doubt the Lord after seeing all the miracles, signs and revelations of Him, I am just like the fools on the road to Emmaus. They allowed the enemy to rob them of their “knowing”. We must build on the rhema words and revelations in our lives. He gave them to us and we can not allow the enemy to steal them. We are being transformed and God is the Sovereign King and He is not nervous about what is happening to us. In the scheme of eternity it is probably not that big of a deal unless we react without faith… unless we react without faith… unless we react without faith… Once I was having such a difficult time that life seemed like a bad idea. My family was having so many problems and I didn’t know how to help any of them. I was in my car and it was raining and I was stuck in a traffic jam… I was crying out to God about what I should do. I bordered on hysteria as I said, “God You have to answer me. I just don’t know what to do!!! I need You to help me God! Please answer me about what to do. I need the answer now God, NOW. What should I do?” Just then, (Finally), the car in front of me was able to travel again and when it pulled away the license plate said, “NJOYLIFE”. It was at that moment that I felt the Holy Spirit all over me giving me a hug. (Yes He does give hugs!) I immediately repented for not casting my cares; I was being given a personal teaching by the Holy Spirit as He brought to my mind the Word that I had within me. It was only the beginning. The next step was up to me. I needed to begin to make a conscious choice to cast my cares onto the Lord. I needed to become like a child in order to enter the Now on to the vision: I was in this beautiful meadow filled with wild flowers and tall grasses. I was carrying a picnic basket and I had a big brimmed straw hat on. I was going to meet my Beloved and I was so into the day--Such a part of it! The sun was overseeing it perfectly, giving us just enough for warmth without taking over. Ancient trees dotted the open space and seemed to wink at me and blew their welcoming gestures toward me. I was feeling so free and in love that I wanted to run! I took off my hat, carried it in one hand and with the other I still had the picnic basket. The two swept over the tops of the tall wild flowers and grasses as I ran to our meeting place. The basket and straw hat were dragging over the field as I ran and the flower tops (hats) came off and were getting caught in the cross winds provided by the stately trees. I stopped and turned to look behind me at the path I carved out of the lush meadow, enjoying the way the flower hats were billowing up and up. When they got higher than the tree tops, the upper winds took them and spewed them in every direction. It looked like seeds being scattered by an invisible giant! “Winds are wondrous!” I exclaimed to myself. Just then the Lord was standing next to me and said, “Do you see what can happen when you finally get free?” [1] Vision at Joelle and Bill’s Home Soaking Session The Sunday prior to the Encounter weekend the Senior Pastor, Jannette Derstine approached me, during service. She said, “The Lord wants you to go to the Encounter Linda. And before you protest and tell me all the reasons why you can’t go, let me say that I am prepared to pay for it. And I am willing to say that if you go up to the altar right now and ask Pastor Rozell he will give you the weekend off-with pay!” So I was obedient, and the Pastor prayed with me and agreed that it was what God wanted. I immediately began to pray about what God wanted to do for me at the Encounter. He answered me rather quickly, “Deal with anger.” The weekend was everything I hoped it would be and ever more. I knew during a specific event that I was delivered from a spirit of anger. I felt it occur. On Sunday of the Encounter Weekend they have all of the women who participated go in front of the Church and give testimony. I gave mine: “I was arrested and put into jail twice for assault. That is a lot of anger. I knew that God was going to deal with anger this weekend, because He told me before I went. I didn’t understand it though, since I felt that I had come such a long way. God told me this morning that yes I indeed had come a long way but that there was always more. Always.” After church, I went home and lay on my bed. I told the Lord that I didn’t understand why there was always more. If I have a spirit expelled from me why is there more? I went into an open vision: There was this enormous heart and this set of doors, and as they opened this was the scene: I was sitting in a throne room and it was extremely elaborate and gold was in every direction of my vision… The finery! My gown and hat were so exquisite—and yet I seemed to be so at home in it and in these surroundings. I was leaning up against the little toe of the largest foot anyone could imagine. (It was so immense that it was all that could be seen… the rest of the body, ankle on up, was beyond the beyond and out of sight. There were courtiers and attendants in the throne room conversing and seeming to take care of their responsibilities. Jesus was there--admiring me, His eyes adoring and attentive. He was wearing the most glorious robe, his nobility and authority beaming from him, He-making the robe glorious. I was at rest and so in love with My Lord that life was wonderful! I sighed at that thought and smiled a dreamy virginal gleam towards Him. Suddenly, and without announcing his entry into the throne room, an angry Knight dressed in black armor charged in and abruptly grabbed my arm and demanded that I go with him. He announced, “You are coming with me! I have the right to you and I demand you leave with me this instant!” Immediately, Jesus was at my other side holding onto my right arm. I shrieked, “Lord make him go away!” Before an argument could ensue there came a loud booming voice that when heard ALL knew that they must obey, for this voice commanded All…”Son, this cannot happen here.” The Lord led us to the antechamber through the most outstanding, intricately carved golden door… Once there the Black Knight, who had his plumed helmet under one arm, continued to demand that I leave with him. Who was this horrid individual anyway? I looked at the name written on the helmet; “WRATH” and I became confused. I said to the Lord, “How can he be here? I banished him, I remember the entire episode…” The Black Knight interrupted and sneered, “Yes it is true that you had me go and reduced my holdings, once, but I stayed in your kingdom and waited. I have regained quite a bit of them and now it is time for you to go with me. I claim my right and that it is to take effect immediately!” “Lord! What can I do? I will not leave you! Can I really get rid of him now and for all time?” “You must truly banish him and take all of his land and holdings, all of them this time. Then you must guard your heart, do not allow him to return.” “Yes. This is my kingdom and I am the Lady of this land. I hereby strip you, Wrath, of all authority in this place, and over my life. And I command you to relinquish all of your land and holdings in my kingdom. You are Banished! Get out of my kingdom! And you must stay out.” I turned my entire attention to the Lord, “Jesus, I hereby bequeath to You all of the land and holdings that were under the authority of Wrath, they are now yours. I give them to you because all of my kingdom is my dowry to you, I am your Beloved and you are mine.” The Lord blushed a bit with his favor and smiled at me with those eyes…”Yes M’Lady. I’ve been waiting quite a while for that little parcel of land. Thank you.” We embraced ever so properly, and He took my right arm again and said, “Shall we?” And He opened those tall, grand royal entry doors to the throne room of my kingdom, in my heart. I turned to see the defeated Wrath, I do not know when the Black Knight left, but he was gone. (Back to Top) I had been involved with a group for 2 years, (run by state aid), prior to leaving my partner. Their main goal was to keep me alive by giving me strategies to “desensitize” my partner to me so that I could finally leave without getting injured or killed. My first strategy was to be generally horrible and be verbally abusive at all times. When my partner was being nice I was to be even surlier and outright nasty. I was not to have physical relations with him and was to be so nasty and unco-operative that he would decide that I was not someone he wanted to be around after all. I did this for 2 years! I was making the Wicked Witch of the West look like Cinderella! The more he tried to fix things, the nastier I got. Even when threatened, I didn’t back down. I mocked, ridiculed, cursed, and belittled at every opportunity. It was all designed to get me out of the relationship without getting hurt badly, physically. I knew I would get hurt financially. I knew that no matter what, I would end up with nothing to show for over a decade of my youthful life… But I was still willing, since I had suffered so many times of abuse that I had been brought to the emergency room, cops had been called, people I knew witnessed it, and even strangers tried to help me. I went to an Al-Anon meeting a couple of times and years later ran into someone who had been there the nights I had shared. They told me that they stopped coming for a while because my situation was too upsetting for them to deal with and they couldn’t bear to sit and listen to the stories of abuse I told. The sad part is that the stories were all true. So I decided that it was time to leave, one way or another, I was out of there. I solicited the help of the people from the Al-Anon group and 16 people showed up to help me pack up my furniture to get out of that house! My partner owned some carnival rides and games, which he booked into a local carnival, seasonally. He was going to be at a spot that was over an hour traveling time away and I felt that it would give me enough time to get out. My son had gone with his father for the day and even though I wasn’t sure how that would play out emotionally with him, I felt that it would be better for him not to be there the entire time while we all packed and moved everything out. What I didn’t count on was that there would be a problem with one of the rides and the foreman would end up coming to the house to pick up a spare part to remedy the problem. I asked him to not say anything to my partner, but of course he didn’t listen. So my plan was foiled and I ended up not seeing my son for five years… My girls and I had spent over two months in a battered women’s shelter and it was extremely difficult—to say the least. (I could write an entire book on this one subject alone.) But suffice it to say that we made it out of the shelter and into an apartment. I chose an apartment in the heart of town because I didn’t have a car and I would need to walk to grocery shop and do laundry, etc. We found a two-bedroom apartment over a luncheonette on Main Street in the town we needed to be in for the school my daughters attended. Initially I had gotten a job at a nice restaurant on the other side of town but without a car it was too difficult to get to and from work. I ended up getting a job as a short-order cook and waitress for the man who owned the luncheonette. It worked out really well at first. I tried so very hard to learn how to do the job and he gave me the chance to do it. I took the orders, cooked the orders and served the orders. It wasn’t a slamming business, but it was steady and for only one person it sometimes got sticky… My children had been going to the same Catholic School for 5 years and I had been involved in the fund raising activities for the entire time. I was the short-order cook for the Bingo events, ran the craft fair and plant sale for Mother’s Day, and had the food booths for the Bazaar that the Church held each year. I was also Vice President of the Choir and class mother for each of my children at various times. Oh, and by the way, I came up with a great idea to help out the elderly in the Parish. I went to the head Priest and shared it with him. The rectory would notify me if someone had become disabled, due to surgery, an illness, a fall or whatever. I would go and clean, shop, cook, help them bathe or do whatever they needed. I never took any money for any of my work or time. I did it as unto the Lord. So, what do you think happened when I left my partner? One of the first things that he did was to get a meeting with the “Head honcho Priest” and told him that I was a woman of ill repute trying to regain my position in society by trying to work in the church. To my utter amazement, the almost six years of valued service to the church was negated because my ex-partner was such an adept liar. “Friends” that had known me for years suddenly felt that I was a risk to be involved with. It was just so much easier to avoid me than to deal with all my issues. And anyway, if there was any truth to the stories that the father of my children was telling, then I was someone to be avoided anyway. It was about that time that I saw a popular comedienne remark in one of her bits, “Yeah, the blonde pretty girls that everyone hates…” And I thought bitterly, that instead of being the one most likely to succeed, since I was blonde and reasonably pretty, I was the one most likely to be ravaged by wolves… I felt that I was dealing with that situation already! So, I had the chips stacked against me in so many ways, and the worst part was that I was estranged from my precious son through it all... I made an appointment with the head priest and tried to undo what had been done against me but I had a bad feeling that I had failed. He said all the right things but it didn’t sound sincere. He acted so very concerned about the holidays and where the girls were going to have Thanksgiving dinner. He said that I would be getting a turkey and a big bag of groceries for me to make a wonderful dinner so we could celebrate our first Thanksgiving alone. It never arrived and I didn’t know what to do…at the last minute a friend invited us to have dinner with them. Whew! The next holiday to get through was Christmas. I was so nervous about it since I had no money and my children should not have to do without any presents. I was so grateful when my father sent us all tickets to go to Florida to visit them for the holidays! That was the answer! I was attending the Charismatic Prayer Meeting at the Catholic Church and they were all very supportive, but ultimately it was the Bridge of Harmony Choir that really pulled through for me. They passed the Hat and collected over $800.00 for the girls and me! I knew that it might be the only time I had that kind of money all at once in my hand so I wanted to look for a car. The vacation was wonderful and we were sorry to leave my family in Florida. I had to get back to work and the girls had school. Our return flight was at night and we were to get into Newark Airport at 8pm or so, take a bus to Port Authority and then a train to Smithtown, then walk four blocks. But something happened to the bus and it was late getting us to the Port Authority. I was supposed to have a full half-hour before the train departure but when we arrived I heard the announcement that the train was leaving in one minute! (The next one going to our town wouldn’t be for another hour.) We were all the way downstairs, needing to go up two flights and then down a long platform! We each had suitcases, which were heavy even when they were empty, and my girls were young then. Melina was 12 and Lisa only 7 so I was carrying two of the suitcases and Melina was taking care of the small one. I looked around Port Authority and saw so many derelicts that it was unnerving. I had heard how bad it had gotten there since President Reagan made all those cutbacks and so many people were released from the mental institutions. The City was having a terrible time with them practically taking over terminals like the Port Authority. I looked up to heaven and said, “Help me Father. Please. I cannot miss this train and have to stay here with my two beautiful daughters for an entire hour.” Suddenly, there was this very tall, handsome man standing in front of me at the foot of the stairs. He was dressed like a cowboy, boots and hat and all! He tipped his hat and said, “Ma’am, it looks like you need a hand.” I said, “Oh yes! I need to get us on the train they just announced and there is no time! I think it is impossible!” He replied, “Here, let me have those bags, you take the small one and hold onto the girls. We’ll make it. Follow me.” We raced up the stairs. Then we raced up the next flight of stairs. We reached the platform and there were very few people on it since they had all boarded the train. The conductor was just shouting all aboard and the cowboy gave an earsplitting whistle and announced, “There’s a few more here!” The conductor said, “I see you Miss. We’ll wait. And he went to put his head inside the train for a moment, probably to notify them that we needed to board. We were breathless and exhausted as we made it to the door of the train. The cowboy set my luggage down inside the door and tipped his hat again. I said, “Oh thank you so very much! I can’t ever tell you how much you helped us! Thank you!” He only smiled. The conductor asked, “Who are you talking to?” “That cowboy! We wouldn’t have made it if it weren’t for him helping us carry those suitcases!” We all looked for him, it was only seconds later, and yet he was gone. The conductor said, “I don’t know anything about any cowboy but Ms. I have never seen such a small lady take on such a heavy load as you had on you! I can’t believe you carried these suitcases and had these girls hanging on your arms too! I never would have believed it if I didn’t see it for myself.” “Where is he? He’s gone! I don’t understand!” My daughters were looking at one another and Melina said, “Mom, you’re acting crazy. You’re embarrassing us.” Are you telling me that you two didn’t see any cowboy? And do you think I carried all this stuff myself?” “Ma! Stop it. There wasn’t anyone with us. We were scared and then you said let’s run for it, so we did.” Lisa was trying not to cry as she said, “Mom please don’t go crazy, we need you.” I asked the conductor again, “Are you telling me you really didn’t see him either?” No Ms. I really am sorry but I haven’t seen anyone with you.” “But did you hear the whistle?” “Sure did! That’s what made me look and when I saw you running with that huge load I almost couldn’t believe it.” “I can’t whistle like that! Never could. It must have been my angel! That is the only explanation! I spoke to him and he spoke to me! I not only saw him! We had a conversation! And nobody else ever even saw him? Oh my God! Thank you God!” Lisa now was outright crying. The poor kid was so traumatized by all that had gone on with the breakup that now she thought I was losing my mind. I comforted her. The conductor was curious though. He said, “You really think this guy you say helped you was an angel?” “Yes! It is the only feasible explanation.” We were making a very big scene. Everyone was looking out the window for this angel cowboy. I was crying with joy, the tears were streaming down my face. I knew. I yelled out to the car full of people, “Did anyone see a cowboy walking ahead of me carrying the luggage?" A couple of people said they saw me running up with all the stuff and my daughters and they thought they would be running to make a train too if they had beautiful daughters like mine. The one man added that sitting in Port Authority would not be very wise at this hour. Melina was so angry at this point that she said, “Mom, enough already! Let it go.” But the conductor and I continued to talk. He said that after he collected his fares he would be back. And he did come back. We talked about the Lord being with each of us and setting angels about us (the heirs of salvation) to assist us in our troubles. I hoped I had sown many seeds in this man’s heart and I prayed for him…maybe it was really because of him that any of it happened—who knows! One thing I would like to add here. I was so very hateful towards my children’s father that they still feel inner turmoil concerning it. And yet it was the answer I had for survival at the time. They were not privy to that information at the time and they were all so young and and and—well hopefully the Lord will completely heal the wounds.
While using my home to help crack-cocaine addicts find eternal life in Christ Jesus, I was attending a little church…
because a person can play an instrument or sing does not mean they should be leading worship. It is called leading worship because they are supposed to lead the congregation as a corporate body to the Throne Room of God. If they are in known sin, they are unable to do this.
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I attended a soaking session at Joelle and Bill’s home church. The very first song was so drawing…brought me right into a very intense experience with and by the Holy Spirit of God.
(follows A Fool on the Road to Emmaus)
I was standing in a very dark place and when I looked up, the stars were giving off such brilliant light that it appeared surreal and it seemed as though it should have caused the night to be brighter…
Flower Hats
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This vision also has a preceding experience that I believe made it possible. I was thinking about this incident, reliving it actually…[1]
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I attended a Women’s God Encounter that was held at the Christian Retreat in
After suffering abuse in my relationship for over 12 years, I went to the first battered women's shelter that was made available to women and children back in 1989 on Long Island. (Suffolk County)
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The Formed Weapon
My Bible Study was always held on Mondays and consisted of a variety of people, of all ages. My Pastor had suggested that it would be a good idea to start one because I was a leader and needed to begin leading.
A few months later I had a nice size group and we had a wonderful time each week. I was amazed at how different ones would always show up with home-baked goods, drinks, snacks and paper goods. I was grateful that they took it upon themselves to make these arrangements since it left me to the job of giving the teaching of the Word and dealing with the issues of the needy ones in the group.
Thanks to the Lord showing up in such powerful ways, we saw people fall under the hand of God, deliverances, healings and tremendous personal spiritual growth in many individuals.
One Sunday evening, I was awakened from a restful sleep at around five minutes till midnight. I felt as though there were men stimulating me all over my body, as though I was involved in an orgy or something! It was horrible!
I looked down at myself quickly and then realized it was spirits! I jumped up, standing in the center of my bed, declared who I am in Christ, and commanded that every unclean spirit leave me in the Name of Jesus! I said, “I plead the Blood of Jesus over me! I am a sanctified one unto the Lord of Hosts! You have no authority over me devils! Get out!”
Then I asked, quietly and breathlessly, “Father, who formed that weapon against me?”
I immediately went into an open vision and saw a man who attended my Bible Study and he was masturbating! The Lord showed it to me! I thanked the Lord and quickly forgave the man and felt a tremendous sadness wash over my spirit. This man was a powerful man of God and he still didn’t understand that his actions in the unclean spirit formed weapons against not only himself, but whomever he was thinking about as he was operating in that rebellion…
I thanked the Lord again for trusting me, because He knew He could show me something like that and get a proper reaction.
I prayed so long, I fell back to sleep while praying for the man.
The following day I arrived at the Bible Study early to set up as usual. Waiting for me in his car was the man from the vision. I felt my stomach churn and silently asked God to speak through me so I didn’t allow anything of myself to hinder Him and thus not bring glory to Him in this.
He gingerly jumped from his vehicle and was quick to try to take some of the items from my hands in order to assist me as we exchanged greetings and niceties. I said a silent prayer and asked the Lord for His wisdom and love to rule the moment.
I told him that I was glad that he was here before everyone else since I wanted to speak to him for a moment. His face brightened and he stood motionless for a second. I asked, “What were you doing at a few minutes before midnight last night, do you remember?”
His face reddened and he averted his eyes from mine as he said, “Well, it’s funny that you ask because I was thinking of you!”
I said with quiet seriousness, “You were doing more than thinking…”
His head jerked in my direction and his eyes lit on mine briefly. I continued, “Let me tell you what happened to me while you were masturbating.”
After describing the scene to him I explained that his actions formed weapons against us both! "You need to understand that the root of that unclean activity is self-hatred and rejection. We all have a war going on inside us. You know? The Bible says, to love the Lord with all our hearts, souls, minds and strength…you allowed your mind and your strength to be used by the enemy and it feeds the self-hatred, keeping it secure in your soul. It also forms weapons against others and is very powerful and wicked.”
He was very distraught at this point and I got very quiet and soft spoken as I said, “God loves you so much! Do you see that? He allowed all this to be revealed for your healing. The Word of Knowledge through a vision only comes to bring healing! Let’s pray!”
I then prayed with him and the Lord touched us both! What a wonderful time of healing!
The individual who masturbates is driven by a spirit of self-hatred and low self-image. There is real and maybe exaggerated rejection involved as well. God is trying to conform us to His own image and wants us to understand first and foremost that He is HOLY! AND He loves us!
We are endowed with the most powerful living force ever released upon the universe! --The Holy Spirit! We must decide what we are going to do—build the Kingdom of God or the kingdom of the enemy. We command the spirit realm, through our thoughts and actions and words, where we spend our money and time, etc.
The man of this story is and always will be a friend of mine. I know him to be a powerhouse in the Kingdom and I am proud to know him.
