Spirit Chronicles: Gingerman

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My wife and I were on a mini vacation to the North Carolina mountains in a small cool town called Banner Elk. In this small town is an old very haunted hospital called Cannon Memorial (check it out on youtube). This place has been on several top ghost hunting shows on various channels. I actually spent a week in that old hospital back in the mid 1980’s with a severe head injury and while in there I had several odd experiences. As we entered the town limits we drove past the old place and I immediately picked up on a heavy spirit load. This means that I got heavy chest pressure, a headached and breathing problems.

This happens when I am surrounded by bad spirits that mean harm to people. The old hospital has a history of hauntings, documented pictures, sightings and other paranormal expereinces. This feeling of spirit told me that something or many somethings knew I could sense them and they came to me to try and communicate or harrass me. I pushed them away as I do with negative spirits and drove on past the place. Later that night about 12:15am as I preparing to go to bed I saw a tall red headed man standing beside my bed. He was holding a little girl and both of their faces were deformed which signifies to me a lost or mean spirit. I see them for what they really are due to my abilities and gifts.

The tall man looked at me and pushed the child towards me and it cried and screamed at me with an horrific smile with nasty teeth. This told me that it was not a real baby but a trickster spirit using the image of a child to try and fool me. Sensing that both wanted to harm me I immediately went into attack mode which is the typical response for me. It is a response of fight or flight and I usually go after it first to let it know that I am not afraid of it. I took a swing at it and it moved away and growled at me. I began to command it to leave me alone and leave the room and house immediately in Gods name. It growled and mocked me when I spoke the Lords Prayer. I continued to pursue it and read Bible verses to it and it left because no spirit can stand to Gods word.

The next day I was meditating near a river to cleanse myself and I heard my spirit guide say that was the Gingerman. I went back to the room and did some research and found several references to the Gingerman. None of the them seemed to tie directly to the old Hospital but I am sure that is where this came from. So I called on my Angels and guides to show me more and I had a dream the next day about the old hospital fourth floor. Turns out I was on the fourth floor when I was in that old hopsital many years earlier when I was in my early twenties. The Gingerman is still to be figured out, but the feeling I have is he was one of the negative people that died there before the place closed and he is now a wandering spirit in that old Cannon Hospital. I will continue to work on this story and find what happened and who the Gingerman is.

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Spirit Chronicles: The Many Faces

I sat down to meditate the other day and felt lots of spirit around me. It was an unusally strong day for me and I had alot going on around me. So I wanted to relax, listen to some music and chill out. As soon as I got comfortable and relaxed I immediately began to see people all around me. They were coming at me in large numbers and it became overwhelming. I was mentally tired from a tough week at work and this made me even more tired and it was harder for me to block them out.

The first one was a short older man dressed in shorts and a tennis shirt. He was walking on a cain and came up to me and just stared at me and smiled. Then a young middle eastern lady came to me. She had brownish skin, heavy blue eye shadow and bright red lip stick on. She glanced at me and moved on quickly. Then a man and woman stepped forward and they were older folks and likely a couple. They were holding hands and standing there staring at me from a distance.

I pushed all them away and then a child came through and just stood there at my feet and looked at me. It was a little girl and she was dressed in clothing from the early 1900’s. I asked her what she wanted to see how she reacted. Many times bad spirits will present themselves as a child so I always test them to see what they want. This child immediately moved on. I opened my eyes to reset a bit and felt a strong spirit in the room. So I closed my eyes and asked anyone near me to show themselves to me. That is when my spirit tunnel really ramped up and became very bright purple and blue. My spirit tunnel comes to me and it is a literal tunnel that spirit moves in and out of.

At the end of it is a bright and warm light. That is how spirit moves back and forth to me. I see the tunnel and then spirit shows themselves to me by image, face, a sign, a number or a name. I had taken a week away from things because I was very mentally tired. Now spirit is coming back to me because my guards are down and guardians are allowing spirit to flow to me once again. I am learning to block, recieve and send spirit messages one day at a time. This spiritual journey continues day by day, experience by experience and blessing by blessing.

Spirit Chronicles: The Four At the Top of the Stairs

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I was mediatating, praying and meditating the other morning and spirit hit me really hard. I knew it was a strong spirit so I asked it what it wanted. I then heard the spirit say “the four at the top of the stairs”. I asked who I was talking to and spirit said “Jack”. I asked Jack if he was one of the four and he showed me a hand pointing to the top of the stairs. I asked him who he was with and he said, “anibelle”. I ask what he wanted and he showed me a sign of heaven. Jack was a wandering spirit that is between here and heaven in the spirit realm and he is with his family.

I did some research and found a local family where the dad’s name was Jack, the wife Anibelle and they had two kids. I went back the next day to the top of the steps in the house and asked Jack about what I had found but they were gone. I am not sure if they were really in the house or just wandered by in the spiritual realm. I was having an extra strong day that day and seemed to picking up lots of spririt activity and with the massive power lines on our property that is like a major spirit highway. The power lines provide the power and energy for spirit to talk to me.

I will continue to see if Jack shows back up soon. I have had hundreds of spirits contact me in the last several months with most being breif visions or dreams showing me themselves or a sign. I often hear them, see them and pick up on their energy outside. Jack and his family are at the top of some stairs waiting for someone to help them get into the light.

Spirit Chronicles: Spiritual Support from Beyond

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One of the things that I can sense, feel, detect, pickup on and see is spirit that surrounds people all the time. This is spirit that has moved on from the earth and are now part of the spiritual realm from Heaven to the earth. Spirit is in constant motion and flows to and from what it considers to be Heaven and the earth. These are generally loved ones that have departed this life that hold special feelings and love for those of us left on Earth in this realm. It is typically an immediate loved one and at times may be someone that has been assigned as a guardian Angel.

I have several gaurdian Angels that have moved on and feel them around me often. My mom and dad are two of my guardians combined with a great grandmother and an old man from the past that watches over me. I have a friend that knows about the spirit gift I have and everytime I see him spirit wanting me to communicate with them comes at me hard. They touch my arm, mess with my hair and send me messages that they are around. This week I was talking to him and felt the same spirit that shows up and immediately started rubbing my head because it tickles me. He recognized that I was having a spirit moment and smiled and started to walk away.

He is a great friend and very supportive of me but it creeps him out a bit when this happens. Unlike many gifted spiritual people I do not immediately hear voices or see the folks as my skills are still growing and I have not been able to hone in on spirit signals like many that can do that. I simply feel them touch me, walk up to me and on occasion catch a quick glimpse of them. I am intrigued by this situation with him and want so bad to be able to tell him who it is. Often I do not let him know that spirit signal is happening out of respect for him and not to mess with his mind any.

As I write I feel spirit touching me right now and I know it is a good spirit and it feels like one of my guardians. But it could be any spirit as we live on a property with huge power lines that carry tons of energy that spirits can use to signal with. It takes tremendous energy for them to do that before they and myself get very tired. It happens all day long at random with those I know and do not know. Somtimes it ovewhlems me and I just have to clear the area. Since September when I died and came back during a procedure I have developed or had the following spirit signs.

Dreams, Visions, Spirit Touch, Poking Me, Quick visual imprints, Vocal Signs, Tunneling (I see a tunnel of light full of spirit) and several other spirit signals. I am working to hone in and figure out what I am and who I am and how I can use this gift to help people find God, peace and blessings from those that have departed. Along with this comes the bad also. The occasional bad dream, demons messing with me, temptations and mean spirits literally punching me in the gut, stabbing pain, headaches and body pain. I can ride by an area where a bad wreck happened and pick up on the pain felt. That sucks at times, but it is part of what I am now. I am protected by Angels, Guardians and God and blessed to help those that might not otherwise be able to help themselves.

I pray each of you have peace, prossperity, strength, good health, emotional stability and the vigor to pursue life and your dreams with Gods help.

Americana-My First Car

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Scrolling Facebook this morning and I see a post about your first car. The picture in the post is actually my first car. It was called “The Bean”. Only difference was I had mag wheels on mine. Before I got it it looked like this. My friends and I made some good memories in that little car. I believe I drove it to the Prince Purple Rain concert with a few folks that are friends on here. The motor died in it near Yadkinville on the way back to App State one winter Sunday and dad got rid of it for me.I remember wanting a fancier car and my parents taught me a valuable lesson I still remember to this day.

I had seen a really nice looking truck down the road for sale and as my birthday came closer I kept telling them what I wanted. My birthday arrives and my mom comes in my room early and says get up and go outside your truck is in the driveway. I jumped up and ran as fast as I could and sitting in the driveway was a truck (beautiful shiny brand new out of the package hot wheel truck). Then dad came to me and said that is what you wanted, but mom and I are getting you what you need. Dad passed in 2009 and when mom passed in 2017 I found that little hot wheel truck.

She had packed it away for me to find years later. I have that truck now and use it as an example when I teach my lessons on “wants and needs” at school. I am thankful I had such great parents. My kids at school get those fancy shoes and I will ask them how much they cost and they say like 300.00. I tell them I like my money in the bank and not on my feet. I had a fellow a student come see me this week and he told me he was working, saving money and doing good. I looked at his feet and smiled and he said, yes coach, I also like my money in the bank and not on my feet. Then he said, I wasn’t always not listening to you in class. Life lessons we learn, live and pass into the next generation are special and needed.

Spirit Chronicles: Me and My Buddy

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I had a dream where my life long best friend and I were at a ballgame. I was down at the bottom of the bleachers in a gigantic stadium bigger than any I have ever seen in the world. The top row of the bleachers was probably about 2000 feet off the ground way up in the sky. I saw my best friends brother down at the bottom and asked him if his brother was at the game and he pointed to the very tip top corner and said he is way up there. I am not a fan of heights and knew it would take a long time to walk that far so I began to make the climb. As I walked very slowly towards the top I saw people I knew from the past and many of them were passed and gone.

I made it to the top and there sat my buddy all by himself just looking out across the scenary behind the stadium. The railing was missing so I asked him why he was sitting way up here and he looked at me and said “I love it up here, the view is awesome”. I didn’t want to look out over the ledge but he was correct, the view was phenomenal and breathtaking. All you could see was water, palm trees and beuatiful blue skies for miles and miles. The water was crystal clear and the palms just swayed in the wind as the breeze blew across the water. My buddy loves the beach and has spent alot of time there.

This beach was different and unlike anything on earth. It was beyond beautiful and you couldn’t help but look at it and be in awe. I had been worrying about my best friend awhile now as he has struggled with somethings recently and just has not been himself. I told him it was awesome and I could see why he was sitting there watching the game and looking out at the view. He told me he needed the peace and I agreed. Then I saw his mom and she told me that she was with him always guarding over him and for him to fight to regain his power back.

My bud is a great big guy with a great big heart and it has been broken, messed up or bent. I know he can do it and the message I got was that he needed peace and understanding in his life. He will win this struggle with things. I woke up and wrote everything down and sent him a text. I told him I loved him and that I spoke with him in my dreams. I told him his mom who passed a few years ago was with him and rooting for him. He told me he was trying so please if you read this say a prayer for my friend so we can get him back on track as the man we all know he can be. Thanks and God Bless!

Covid- Teachers Perspective

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Covid is taking its toll on schools, students, parents and teachers all across this great country we call America. It is ravaging the world as well, but for my purposes I will write about what I witness on a daily and weekly basis as a local career educator and coach. Different states, cities, towns and districts all have different standards and protocols in place. This inconsistency has gotten things all jumbled up and out of sync. Governors are putting in mandates while others are leaving it up to the local school board to decide. Some washed their hands of it due to political reasons while others are doing what they want regardless of the polticial consequences.

Covid is very real and I am a survivor of the sickness. Last December right around Christmas while I was at home ordering food in, staying out of the public, wearing a mask, being careful and teaching from home online as directed by my school district I contracted the sickness. Within five days it had ravaged my body and put me in the hospital. I could not breath, walk or hardly talk as it took its toll on my lungs and body. I fought back and survived and Thanks to God I came home. It took 30 pounds off me quickly, messed with my lung function and put me at a high risk of other issues. So as I write about Covid I do so as a survivor that nearly died in the hopsital fighting to breath and not give up.

I see schools are trying to return to normal and have implemented mask mandates, staying six feet apart and other guidelines to protect their students, teachers, staff and families. But is that enough and are those simple little guidelines realistic to stopping the spread of Covid and saving peoples lives? I am not for nor against a mask and other guidelines. I am simply saying this Covid thing goes much deeper and farther than a guideline. If a person is exposed the guideline says this. If they are vaccinated it says this. If they are not it says this. All of this means nothing because when it comes down to it Covid scares many people and even others that will not admit it.

If you are a teacher you know that it is true that kids come to school all the time sick with colds, coughs, flu and other things. Parents send them to school to make sure they do not miss any work time or even do not have to keep the kids at home. I have seen the stress Covid is putting on the staff at schools and the anxiety it gives many of the students. Some act as if it is no big deal, but to others it is real because they have had it, seen someone fight it or even worse lost someone from it. Covid does not care if your young, old, healthy, fat, skinny, diabetic, sick, not sick, etc. Covid attacks us when we are weak and takes it toll on the body.

I know of several people I would conside fit as a fiddle that died within a week of it. I have seen case after case at school, exposure after exposure at school and your told look at the protocol. What they do not understand is a person that has a mother, father or older person at home does not care about a damn protocol. They are worried they may take it home and give it to someone else that could pass away. A paper of process cannot replace lives lost due to protocol. Covid will not be going away soon and will continue to ravage as it wants to.

How we react to it is what matters. Do we live scared? Do we live free of it? Do we proceed with caution? What do we do? Is remote learnig best? Is alternating weeks best? Is face to face with spacing and masks best? These are the things the politicians, school boards, administrators and leaders must face. But for the front line people, the teachers, nurses, police, firemen, and other civil servants it is more of how do we face it and move forward. I see people taking time off, stepping away, leaving the field and doing safer occupations. I see people on facebook talking about “if you do not like what you do or are scared then do not do it”. That is easier said than done when it comes to leaving a profession you love, giving up an income and not taking care of the family needs and wants.

Covid, you suck and need to go away. Our kids need to be in school. Our teachers need to be teaching them. Our kids need to play football, be in the band, hang with friends and live life. We need you to go away as quick as you came. Wishful thinking yes, but it sounds good to me for it to go away. As for me I will be at work, be as safe as I can and take care of my students, my family and myself. Prayerfully I can teach, coach, mentor and survive this thing called Covid.

Spirit Chronicles: Message For America

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I dreamed I was sitting on my front porch looking out across the fields and I saw this gigantic red haze that was floating in the air like clouds. This haze was disturbing and scary and was bad. It was like a fog that had settled in all over the world and was the color of blood. I looked to my left and an old man I have seen before said “the boss wants to talk to you about America”. I looked at him puzzled and he turned and walked away from me off the ledge of the carport and was gone in an instant. I looked back at the red haze and it began to get darker and darker. It continued to spread east to west and north to south until you could not see anything else in or around it.

The haze grew worse and worse over time and it started to consume people that were standing in the field. They ran but it didn’t help and the haze eventually eat them up and they were gone. It rolled to all parts of the country taking in these people one by one, family by family and city by city. It rolled all across the land until all the people were gone. Very few were left behind and the ones that were left behind didn’t run and were not afraid. They were protected and safe from the red haze of humanity and sin. I asked the old man for more information even though he was gone and I heard “write the story”.

I woke up and wrote down what I had seen. I think God was the Red Haze and he was cleansing America of all the sin, bad and temptations that have taken this country down so far. What many view as normal is not “normal” to God and his people. The haze was there to cleanse America of all the dispair, disdain and crap that has become of so many in it. Beware of the Red Haze and turn your eyes to God. He gave me the message without having to tell me about America and where it is heading.

Americana- Football, Family, Friends and Faith

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There are three things that have been a part of my family tradition for what seems forever and a day. Football, Family, Friends and faith are all part of my American dream. For millions of Americans these four F’s have become part of what we know as the annual right of passage from early September to the Middle of February. For many of us that have grown up playing the best game on earth (American Football), yes the one that you hit and tackle people while playing. It all begins with kids playing in the backyard, in the road, a field or on a hill at a friday night varsity home game. We all began out football career by tackling, rolling down hills, getting smashed up, hit, beat on and ran over by our older siblings, cousins and best buds.

Then we start playing little league, pee wee or pop warner depending on where you live and what it is called. That is when it starts getting more serious and we have to learn to be the best we can, be tough, have faith in ourselves and learn a system of depending on family and friends. Then we go to middle school and it gets even more serious. Throw in some AAU travel football and it is feeling for real then. Teamwork, family, friends and faith become part of who we are as we battle with each other and for one another. We represent our communities, families, schools, teams and neighborhoods the best we can.

Then high school comes along and many of those that played younger begin to drop like flies. Suddenly it is more than a game. It has become something bigger than the individual and is truly a family and team sport. Families line up outside and pay the gate fee to support their kids and neighbors. They tailgate eating good food enjoying family and friends before the big game. The players, coaches and fans fellowship on preparation for the big battle about to take place. Football teaches us how to win, lose, battle, fight, overcome, endure and be a better person. It teaches us to have faith in ourselves, family, community, friends and God.

Then some of us work hard enough to play on Saturdays in front of big crowds at various levels. Some in big time arenas in front of 100,000 people at the highest level. We see the blessing in that and how fortunate we were to be able to do that playing a game that we simply love. Others play small ball in front of a few hundred people in the stands. Either way, the game is played hard and means just as much regardless of the size of the stadium or arena. Regardless of the level of ball it is about football, family, friendships and faith. I developed all of these playing ball from pee wee to mid level college football.

I have stood on the sidelines as a player, coach and parent hearing the national anthem which still gives me the goose bumps on Friday night. I have played, coached and watched high level ball. I have played, coached and watch low level ball. All in all I have found that football, family, friends and faith are what has made me who I am today. I am a piece of Americana because of Football. God Bless football, family, friends and faith!

Physical, Intellectual and Spiritual Growth

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Today as I was eating breakfast with my wife I looked over a side table and staring at me was a prized picture of my mom and dad. I had been thinking about growth and praying to God for guidance in that area. The mention of my parents is because when you look at the three types of growth mentioned above my folks would meet all three categories. Obviously they had physically grown into adults well into their 70’s prior to passing away and moving onto greater things. My mom physically was short in stature about 5’0 tall and medium build. She was dynamite in a small package. My dad on the flip side was 6’4 and 350 pounds. He was a full grown man that stood over people in any room and rarely would you see a man much bigger than him. Intellecually they were both very mature adults. I cannot remember one single time in my childhood or adult life around them when they fought or argued. I am sure they did at times but they knew that was to be done away from people and the kids so they did it in private.

Spiritually they both loved the Lord and were great role models for my family in that part of life. My dad read the entire Bible 3-4 times from start to finish and kept notes in a notebook and his own Bible that I still have in my possession. Mom was a Sunday school teacher, mentor and volunteered at church and in the community. Rarely did you ever hear either of them say a curse word or something off the wall. They had been raised to be physically, intellecually and spiritually grown people. Even into their 70’s after their bodies started to reverse course and fail on them with achy joints, diabetes and other physical issues they continued to seek to grow intellecually and spiritually. Mom would read, watch TV shows and do puzzles to keep her mind sharp. Dad would read, listen to music, and still read the newspaper like the old days. They knew that being able to read and write were basic adult abilities and tools that could help you be successful in life.

I gave this background because that is the example of grown that I have seen and bless thier souls my parents are now in Heaven together and have reached full mature growth in all three areas. They have new bodies and are strong and able. They have been granted the intellecual thought of Heaven and know so much now we only wish we could know. And finally, they have made the final step in spiritual awakening when they closed their eyes and took their last human breath and were in the presence of God himself. So now I have to ask myself am I grown and in what areas do I need to increase my physical, intellectual and spiritual growth?

The good old internet had a definition of physical growth. The process of the body changing, growing and aging into full human growth. Typically this physical maturity occurs by the early 20’s for most people so I can check that one off the list. I am now in my mid 50’s so I am way past the physical growth stage of life. The intenet also defines intellectual growth as the process of growing ones mind, mental capacity, learning and retaining knowledge. As a career teacher I have studied lots of information, read books, sought information and I think I have reached a good adult level of intellectual growth. Lastly, the good old internet defines spiritual growth as: the increase in knowing God’s word, learning the process of fighting off sinful actions in your life. Spiritual growth may have other meanings to you based on your releigion or lack of.

For me spiritual growth is the process of getting closer to God through his word and study. It is the process of awakening the soul and making a life long connection to God. It is seeking out him and his will in your life. I have made great strides in this area, but am far from where I need to be. With that said I have read the Bible for guidance and prayed and came up with these ways to become a master of spiritual growth. Not a masters degree, that is intellectual growth. I am talking about being awarded the ultimate growth certificate and that is to know God, his expectations in my life and how to meet those requirements. I want to live my best life in all three areas so to keep growing physically, intellecually and spiritually I will do the follwing things.

Physical Growth- The only growth I see at this point in my 50’s is my belly getting bigger and weight changing. I made a decision a year ago to make physical growth a must in life and have since lost about 50 pounds and have a long ways to go. I feel better with less weight, take less medicine, get more exercise and have more energy so that is how I can continue to grow in this area. Be smart, do the right things and live my best physical growth life.

  1. Eat better foods
  2. Drink more water
  3. Stay off sugary products and eat more natural
  4. Walk, bike, run or work in the yard to get exercise
  5. Lose some weight if needed

Intellectual Growth- I like to read about topics of interest such as faith, paranormal, spirit and leadership. I plan to continue to grow as an intellect and reach all the potential I can in that area. An idle mind becomes less effective the older we get. So I will read, write, research, study, watch and even take a few more classes of interest to grow this area.

  1. Read books you like
  2. Watch documentories about history, life and culture
  3. Go back to school or take some online classes
  4. Write, Blog or make videos using your knowldege and background
  5. Attend seminars, Church, conferences and other events designed to motivate the mind

Spiritual Growth- This is the most important area for me as I am now at the point of a full spiritual awakening with God and his spirit in me. I will read his word, research, pray and meditate so I can seek him and his full guidance in my life. I dare you all to do the same and see how this helps you live your best life and reach full growth in a physical, intellectual and spiritual way.

  1. Read God’s word daily
  2. Pray daily
  3. Meditate
  4. Go to church, attend conferences, watch videos, and other online opportunity
  5. Seek God first and ask him to guide you
  6. Submit to his will and watch what happens

Spiritual Growth

Hebrews: 4:12; For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.

Physical Growth

3rd John 1:2; Beloved, I pray that all may go well with you and that you may be in good health, as it goes well with your soul.

Intellectual Growth

1st Peter 1:13; Therefore, preparing your minds for action, and being sober-minded, set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.

Spirit Chronicles: Too Scared to Speak

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I saw a woman sitting in a chair and she sat there and pointed at the ceiling just staring at it and trying to say something. She was very frightened and could not speak to me but was trying. Whatver she saw was looking at her from the corner of the room and had her frozen in time just hanging her mouth open in terror. I looked in the corner and could not find anything other than a shadow or two. When I looked for them the shadow moved and the woman continued to point at them and hold her mouth open as if she wanted to either say something to me or warn me.

I asked her to speak and she just sat there scared. I tried to talk to her, sooth her and let her know that I could protect her from whatever it was. But she just sat there and stared at the ceiling and tried to speak to me. She was trying to tell me something but couldn’t. I turned again and ask whatever it was to face me and leave the old lady alone but it just kept moving around from corner to corner. It was a dark shadow and a bad being that had gotten influence over the poor old lady.

I prayed for her and told the shadow to move along and leave her alone. It continued to crawl around hiding and she continued to look at it in terror and point. I could never get it or the lady to talk to me and I soon woke up. The image of the old lady is still in my mind. She was dead and had lived through something horrible when she was alive. I prayed after waking up and advised the old lady to seek God and go to the light. I demanded that whatever that thing was go straight back to hell where it came from. I hope it helped the old lady haunted by the dark shadow spirit on the wall.

Spirit Chronicles: The Giant Screens of Good and Evil

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I dreamed about a large city full of people everywhere. The streets were booming with life and vibrant colors and celebrations. I looked up and saw a massive LED Screen about 200 feet tall that was in the middle of all the activity and it had images flashing on it very brightly promoting sex, violence, drugs, mental and phsyical abuse and other epidemics that are plauging the lands. The people were watching this screen, laughing and talking about how cool all of that was. Then a very deep voice said “this is the way to do things” join them. I knew this voice was bad and had heard it before. The devil cannot hide his voice from people like me and I knew to avoid it instantly.

I told the voice to leave me alone and go away. It laughed loudly with a real creepy growl as if to smite me and try to scare me. Then I heard another sweet voice say, “leave him alone, he is ours”. The loud voice growled again and I could feel it going away. The sweet voice of my guardian said “be not like those others” and I looked up and the screen actually showed me what was really happening. The demonic voice and entity that had tempted me was on the screen laughing at the people and pointing at them. He was using trickery of the flesh, drugs, addictions, mental illness and physical prowess to make them follow him.

Then another screen appeared and on it was a giant set of musical notes that were being played and sang by a heavenly choir. It outshined and was much louder than the devils screen and soon people started watching the good video and singing the song. “He is the way and the light, do not fall from the light”. “He is the way and the light, do not fall from the light”. The other screen began to crack and crumble as if something had hit it like a baseball bat and the demonic entity screamed in agony and was swpet into the shards of glass falling from the screen. He soon was gone and the other screen got louder and louder but it was not deafening but pleasant to the ears.

God had turned many away from the sins of the flesh and won that battle for those souls and the people. The heavenly choir was formed and was louder than ever. I woke up and wrote down the dream and started reading the Bible to seek answers. These heavenly dreams and visions continue to grow and all point to bearing witness that sin is the dividing line between life eternal in heaven and hell. God is calling to his people to prepare them for the coming. Seek the face and glory of God and turn away from the sins of the flesh.

Revelations 16:14; For they are demonic spirits, performing signs, who go abroad to the kings of the whole world, to assemble them for battle on the great day of God the Almighty.

Reveltion 12:10; And I heard a loud voice in heaven, saying, “Now the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God and the authority of his Christ have come, for the accuser of our brothers has been thrown down, who accuses them day and night before our God.