It seems this experience is now one to share.
The significance of this is now apparent.
I have a picture with Christ smiling. He has HUGE shoulders (people instantly notice) and is wearing a tank top and baseball cap. Everyone feels his protection and strength.
What is so interesting about this?
His representation is in a photo of my Granny's front porch. She is also as an angel next to another image of a woman hugging Christ. There are numerous images of Christ (to show He is always wherever I am), children, and possible family members; all of these images are representations of spirits helping me. My Granny is watching out for me. I do not understand it, but she is. She is telling me it will be okay if I follow Christ.
This picture was taken with my 35 mm camera May 1, 2004 (I was still hating Christians). The images were seen (by a friend, not me) the beginning of June. My Granny was helping to save my life. She was able to help, you know. She has been with Christ.
I owe God every ounce of my being.
My life is more than accepting Christ. In addition to helping others, I have to ensure protection at all times for what I am to do. Satan is real.
The trials were NOTHING compared to the hell I lived in for five years prior to Christ. An example of one of many things I endured: I went the last two years with an average of 4 hours a night sleep. When I went a week with less than 15 hours of sleep NOT ONE doctor prescribed me sleeping pills. All I wanted was one night of sleep! God had a very important role for me and Satan was going to do his best to own me. Due to what happened to me, my purpose of helping those in emotional pain expanded to a role that has not fully been presented.
My blessing was the ability to see and help others so they never experience what I did. I have seen Hell. My soul was almost gone forever.
For those who cannot relate:
Thank God and pray with all your might that you will never ever have a memory of this.
The past is a memory, yet it is ever present.
Last night I talked with an Anti-Christ. He hated me, but he really wanted to be healed. This hate was new. After an hour of bashing everything I said about anything, he softened to bashing in general. That was his soul accepting God's love. He was not ready for Christ, but his spirit was receiving love from mine. There was a little spark inside that was begging to unite. It was the light, however dim, that I supported.
NEVER feel guilt if you get upset with others. Ask for forgiveness and give it to God. Forgive them for causing you to get upset. Satan hates that.
See every attack from a nonbeliever as a cry for help. Pray and shed light by the kindness of your words that we may be saved.
May peace and love be with you always.
Pam
The significance of this is now apparent.
I have a picture with Christ smiling. He has HUGE shoulders (people instantly notice) and is wearing a tank top and baseball cap. Everyone feels his protection and strength.
What is so interesting about this?
His representation is in a photo of my Granny's front porch. She is also as an angel next to another image of a woman hugging Christ. There are numerous images of Christ (to show He is always wherever I am), children, and possible family members; all of these images are representations of spirits helping me. My Granny is watching out for me. I do not understand it, but she is. She is telling me it will be okay if I follow Christ.
This picture was taken with my 35 mm camera May 1, 2004 (I was still hating Christians). The images were seen (by a friend, not me) the beginning of June. My Granny was helping to save my life. She was able to help, you know. She has been with Christ.
I owe God every ounce of my being.
My life is more than accepting Christ. In addition to helping others, I have to ensure protection at all times for what I am to do. Satan is real.
The trials were NOTHING compared to the hell I lived in for five years prior to Christ. An example of one of many things I endured: I went the last two years with an average of 4 hours a night sleep. When I went a week with less than 15 hours of sleep NOT ONE doctor prescribed me sleeping pills. All I wanted was one night of sleep! God had a very important role for me and Satan was going to do his best to own me. Due to what happened to me, my purpose of helping those in emotional pain expanded to a role that has not fully been presented.
My blessing was the ability to see and help others so they never experience what I did. I have seen Hell. My soul was almost gone forever.
For those who cannot relate:
Thank God and pray with all your might that you will never ever have a memory of this.
The past is a memory, yet it is ever present.
Last night I talked with an Anti-Christ. He hated me, but he really wanted to be healed. This hate was new. After an hour of bashing everything I said about anything, he softened to bashing in general. That was his soul accepting God's love. He was not ready for Christ, but his spirit was receiving love from mine. There was a little spark inside that was begging to unite. It was the light, however dim, that I supported.
NEVER feel guilt if you get upset with others. Ask for forgiveness and give it to God. Forgive them for causing you to get upset. Satan hates that.
See every attack from a nonbeliever as a cry for help. Pray and shed light by the kindness of your words that we may be saved.
May peace and love be with you always.
Pam
