- Jun 6, 2011
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On a Monday few weeks ago. I was trying to sleep, and in the corner of my eye. 3 woman in white, came to me and with a picture of Jesus. They asked if I want to receive Christ love. I accepted, and thought it was a dream. Then out of no where the spirit of Jesus fell upon me, and cased His spirit on me for a few hours. NO matter where I tossed the feeling wouldn't go away. He was really there. I accepted His presence because it was intense love. It was so soothing. It took all of my anxieties, my pain from my past. Then I heard Him say: No matter what! You hang on to me, and never let go! By Faith!
Before I knew it. I was feeling like a 5 year old by heart and body. Then I felt like a baby again. And the love was so intense I was screaming Daddy! Because I was missing Jesus since I was a child. I loved Him too much. Then I dreamed that I was in my old church when I was a 5. And I was in my Easter dress, as this 5 year old body. I was amazed, and Jesus was at the door of the children's play room. Before I could say anything to Him. He left down the hall. I chased after Him. I couldn't catch up to Him. I wanted to catch up but He was too fast for me. So, I tried to grab on His red sash. Then He turns His head to me and said: Follow me!
Then I wake up, and He's at the side of my bed, holding my hand that is out my body. and He repeated my name. Not my actual name. But the meaning of my name. He was smiling, and His teeth was so bright it was glowing. And He seemed to be very bubbly happy. Then He told me to rest.
After that time. I was feeling sick. I was feeling anemic, my muscles felt stone like affect. My brain was hurting, and felt like it was growing, or something was moving like sometime of cloud. And piercing pain like thorns. I was feeling sick to my stomach. No food was helping. Not even pain meds. My chest felt sensitive to everything. It felt like my nerves was and heart was open like fresh scrap on a knee when you take a band aid off. A voice spoke to me saying. You going to feel this for a few days. Be patient it will go away soon.
On Thursday that same week. I felt like I was dying. My heart was not feeling right. I was feeling like I was being attacked. I spoke to another person online. That night. That person told me it was a demon or Satan attacking me, and I must rebuke him in Jesus's name. It it really helped. But my head did not stop hurting till the week after.
Right now, I feel empty of some things that are not in me anymore. I think there was something there that Jesus took away that day. I'm guessing I have to leave in behind. I still remember Matthew when Jesus was there that Monday.
Before I knew it. I was feeling like a 5 year old by heart and body. Then I felt like a baby again. And the love was so intense I was screaming Daddy! Because I was missing Jesus since I was a child. I loved Him too much. Then I dreamed that I was in my old church when I was a 5. And I was in my Easter dress, as this 5 year old body. I was amazed, and Jesus was at the door of the children's play room. Before I could say anything to Him. He left down the hall. I chased after Him. I couldn't catch up to Him. I wanted to catch up but He was too fast for me. So, I tried to grab on His red sash. Then He turns His head to me and said: Follow me!
Then I wake up, and He's at the side of my bed, holding my hand that is out my body. and He repeated my name. Not my actual name. But the meaning of my name. He was smiling, and His teeth was so bright it was glowing. And He seemed to be very bubbly happy. Then He told me to rest.
After that time. I was feeling sick. I was feeling anemic, my muscles felt stone like affect. My brain was hurting, and felt like it was growing, or something was moving like sometime of cloud. And piercing pain like thorns. I was feeling sick to my stomach. No food was helping. Not even pain meds. My chest felt sensitive to everything. It felt like my nerves was and heart was open like fresh scrap on a knee when you take a band aid off. A voice spoke to me saying. You going to feel this for a few days. Be patient it will go away soon.
On Thursday that same week. I felt like I was dying. My heart was not feeling right. I was feeling like I was being attacked. I spoke to another person online. That night. That person told me it was a demon or Satan attacking me, and I must rebuke him in Jesus's name. It it really helped. But my head did not stop hurting till the week after.
Right now, I feel empty of some things that are not in me anymore. I think there was something there that Jesus took away that day. I'm guessing I have to leave in behind. I still remember Matthew when Jesus was there that Monday.