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The old man was swift whenever the Spirit hit him. Following the little girl/demon from the park, they ended about 5 blocks in an alleyway leading to a dead end. There the little girl showed her true form. The little red and white dress morphed into a black spider-like body and scrawny wings spread from its shoulders. The sulfur came off worse than before.
The eyes were catlike and bulging, showing contempt for all it's master opposed. Out of nowhere a black sword appears in it's hand. Barbed and curved, you could almost mistaken it for a decorative piece. A malicious smile spread upon it's face. "You are done for old man. Now I shall have the honor of taking out at least one of you!" Then it raises the sword and brings it down upon the old man's head in one swift motion.
But there was still some gas left in the man's tank. He brought up his cane to parry the blow just as quickly. It spared him, but left him stunned due to his age. Senses were still keen, but the body is broken down with time. Then the cane transforms into a blade of his own, and he counters with a series of thrusts.
This little demon was shocked by how this man could be that old and still have some skill in him. Bringing down a Guardian of the Order would put him on the fast track for a promotion. How hard could it be to take down someone of his age?
In that moment, he lost focus. The old man saw that opening and took advantage. But just as he was about to strike the blow that would put the demon out of commission in this world temporarily, numbness struck his left arm.
The demon was dumbstruck at what was happening, but quickly realized this is what he wanted: an easy way to the promotion. He approached the old man but was stopped by a bright light. An angel of God was sent to keep this demon from tormenting this man anymore.
Covering his eyes from the bright glow, the demon had no choice but to stand back. Then the angel spoke, "This man has yet to finish out what was laid for him by the Father. Come no further." Then the angel helps the gentleman keep steady. The old man knew this was the moment he knew so long ago. To finally be able to confirm who would be his successor.
The pain didn't matter to the old man. It was the end of his life, a long one dedicated to God. His wife passed a decade earlier and there were children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren whom he could leave the world to. It wouldn't be long before they meet again anyway.
All he could do for now was to wait for his replacement. With an angel at his side, it was the only option.
I have a question to ask of you: What if Buffy the Vampire Slayer fought hellfire with the Holy Spirit? The answer would be something like this. In high school I read a book called "This Present Darkness" by Frank Peretti. That book changed my life.
It changed my perception of how battles between the angels loyal to Jehovah and the demons led by Satan are impacted by what we believers do on our end. Choosing God or Satan. Well the idea developed into what I have entitled "The Order of Christos".
Imagine the idea of a worldwide group of Christians chosen by God to fight the demonic powers with powers through the Holy Spirit. What the world would call psychokinesis or sixth sense in this world comes from one of two sources: The Holy Spirit or the forces of darkness led by Satan. And yes, as there is light, there is darkness. There is a group who fights the Order (There is a history and I'm still working on that) and all they represent. To do everything possible to impede the cause of Christ in these perilous times.
There are many tales of those who accept this task throughout history, but this series (I hope) focuses on one of the youngest to ever to embrace this role. Many prophecies surround one who will lead the Order against the darkness one last time before Christ's return for His own. A great division has come to the Order and like the two previous times, one has risen to unite against the darkness. A Chosen One so to speak.
This is the first time I ever let anyone read this. I hope you like this and maybe if there's someone who can mentor me, contact me here. Maybe even a publisher. God Bless, Wonder.
It was a beautiful but humid mid-August afternoon. The elderly gentleman was sitting on a bench in Pender's Square watching the kids play and feeding scrap bread to the birds and squirrels. He was enjoying himself when suddenly a wave of nausea came over him. It wasn't the regular kind, but something he knew all too well.
Other than some heart trouble, he was pretty healthy for the age of 85. His eyes scanned for something and sure enough, there was a little girl around age 6 skipping towards him. She had pretty blue eyes, blonde pigtails with red ribbons matching her plaid dress. But something about her eyes that put him on high alert.
When she came face to face with him, they turned from blue to a black/red color. The stench of sulfur came off of her that would knock out an average person. She began to utter blasphemies to him and to God, taunting him. She then skipped off, daring him to follow.
The old man spoke a prayer and got the order in his spirit to go. He arose and with a quick pace, followed it with the help of his cane. In his many years doing this, it never got old for him. At his age, it made him feel younger, but now his body was giving out and he never took on anyone to take his place.
Prologue Part 2 coming soon!
- I'm Moe.
-15. I'm a sophomore.
- BVB, Nirvana, Blink-182, BMTH <3
- I play guitar.
- I've been in a relationship for a year and 2 months <3
- I own a page on facebook called Oliver Sykes. Go like us. :3
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- Get to know me.
As I have stated in my first entry, I have a form of autism called Asperger's. It is a high functioning form of autism. It primarily affects social skills. It was October of 1999 when the doctor I was seeing at the time pinpointed my condition.
This was the answer I had been praying for. Somewhere deep down, I knew something wasn't quite right about the autism diagnosis. Like they were in the ball park. And the abuse I endured as a kid made it that much harder, diagnosed with manic depression and put on lithium in the 10th grade. But that day in 1999, he took me off of it right then and there.
Some of the traits of Asperger's include having an interest an aspie (a name we call ourselves) we border on obsession learning about. And in my case, that is studying Christian Music. Artists, albums, some history. And there are some famous people with this condition.
Albert Einstein, James Durbin (American Idol), evangelist Perry Stone, all have this condition. Among many others. So I am in some famous company. That is a comforting thought knowing some of the great talent out there who are like me. And how even God uses aspies for His glory.
Another thing is that it's much more difficult to interact with other people. And it's very hard for us to make friends and to start and maintain a conversation. We also have some kind of repetitive behaviors like finger twisting or hand wringing.
And when it comes to rituals, we tend to stick to them like our lives depend on it! That was never a real problem for me there.
We also have a harder time deciphering body language, keeping eye contact for any real extended period of time, or understanding things like sarcasm. We have trouble taking language in context.
Many of us are exceptionally gifted or talented or skilled in an particular area like music or math. In my case, creativity and I do have an IQ of 180 out of high school back in 1994.
In conclusion, we are as much God's children as the "normal" folks. Our minds are wired slightly differently, but He loves us just as much. We have a place in this world, born for a purpose.
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Today (June 26,2013) the US Supreme Court decided to declare the Defense of Marriage Act unconstitutional. It broke my heart hearing this. These 9 non-elected judges just gave God the finger and said, "We know better than You. We are doing this because we feel Your definition is nothing but discrimination." They have brought God's judgement upon ALL who live in this nation.
DOMA has been around since the Garden of Eden when God created Adam and Eve. One man and one woman. Though we have free will, God's laws still stand. He says homosexuality is a sin, it doesn't matter what we think, His laws still stand. If he says it's a sin back in the Bible days, what makes us think He's changed His mind now?
Of course, the Court says this was done in the name of "equality". They have no idea of what they have done. God is above ALL courts and governments of this world. And nothing they can say or do will change that. They could stand before Him and talk until they're blue in the face and God will tell them they had fallen for a lie.
This decision will put us on a slope to where the door is open that people will sue for the right to marry their animals or close family members. That's next. I can't hate these lost people. But I will stand by what God says about this matter, but I can love them and treat them like everyone else. St. Francis once said, "preach always, if necessary, use words." We need to show the love of Jesus to the best of our ability to the homosexual community at the same time not condone their sin.
First of all to be clear, I believe what the Bible says about the deception of homosexuality (I cannot call it a "lifestyle"). I live with my brother and he is one but I love him just the same. We have friends like that. They know I'm straight and still welcome them just the same. I believe marriage is between one man and one woman.
I went to my first "Pride" festival today. Interesting, but I felt my heart drop at what this world has come to. I didn't feel hate, but a great sadness for these people who most likely don't know this is a counterfeit of Satan. At one point I wanted to cry for them. My heart dropped as I walked around and spoke to people, protesters also.
I prayed in my spirit for this group that seeds would be planted in those who listened to the preachers. They definitely were NOT the Westboro Baptist types. I refuse to call Westboro Baptist a church. They yelled some because it is loud at times. These preachers were brave (you would have to be to do this), something I could never do unless God called me. Online is better suited for me.
These unfortunate souls are either misinformed or have no idea of the Gospel. I could feel the demonic spirits covering the area. God loves them and wants all to turn from their sin and come to Him. At times, I whispered prayers under my breath for doors to be opened and spirits be convicted.
But my heart really broke with all the children there. They're being lied to and don't even know it. I really don't know if I want to go there again.
I await the day God comes back and sin is removed for good. The Father knows what's best for us. But He gave us free will and He waits for His wayward children to come back to Him.
We can pray for God to show Himself to these people and open their eyes. That's the least we can do. Also show them through our words and actions love like Jesus commands us to do. "Preach always, if necessary use words" - St. Francis of Assisi
God bless, Wonder
At 21, I met up with two friends who attended elementary school with. One of them was now a self-proclaimed witch at this point. I told them what my stepfather had done to me. The male friend (he had burn scars from a childhood accident) said to me that if he had known this was happening to me, he would have killed him. The female friend who claimed to be a witch offered to cast a "death spell" on my stepfather. I asked her to drive him insane hoping he would kill himself. I took a picture of him and my mom when they married and gave my friend the part with just him. I tore it in two.
I didn't care about what God thought. I was angry and still lashing out to a degree. I wanted him to suffer like he made me. Well, two years later in summer of 1999, he died. He had stopped drinking after getting one too many DUIs cold turkey and started having seizures from that. Despite taking medication, he had one on occasion. On this night, he had one and it was too much.
The funeral was held a few days later and I didn't even go. Why should I? This was a man who raped his children and stepchildren. Also, if I did go, I would most likely had made a fool of myself. All I did was allow my name be in the obituary as his stepdaughter.
Not long after my mom and myself moved out of Durham but not far. I was diagnosed with Asperger's and a right hemisphere learning disability. I was 23 and I thank God for that doctor. When he told me what I had, deep in my spirit I knew I had my answers in this area.
Well to put the rest in a nutshell, me and my mom moved around, to Salisbury, then to Lynchburg, Virginia. Then back to Durham for a few months staying in a shelter. Last year, she ended up in the hospital and I ended back up in Salisbury with my brother. For the last year, God had been dealing with me about forgiving my stepfather. And I've expressed interest in doing so.
I'm not in therapy or on any psych meds now. I'm attending community college. After my education is finished, unless God has other plans in mind, I would like to return to Durham so as to spend more time with my mom and be in a place of my own. I'm struggling to recover and find my place in this world as God wants me to be.
That's my story in a nutshell. I hope that maybe someone reads this and gains the courage to tell their story or report injustice happening to another. God Bless, Wonder777
The Lord has blessed the ministry and gave me favor with a beautiful lady, named Barbara Beach. Through her, the Lord has given me the opportunity to become a radio talk show host.
Last week I was a guest on Barbara’s show, the Radio Active Broadcasting Network, and I had the wonderful opportunity to talk about my life, the ministry, and the new door the Lord has opened to share His word with those in need.
It is my hope that as you listen to the show you will be inspired to write, email, or call in with any concerns you may have, and that I will be able to help bring some resolution to your situation. I also pray that as you listen the words you hear will cause you to desire a closer relationship with the Lord.
I am so excited about what the Lord has done, and I pray that you will be too!
ABOUT THE SHOW:
Minister Shearon Hurst offers a compassionate voice to people looking for hope, inspiration, and affirmation on her new broadcast "Still Small Voice". Author of three inspirational books, which can be found on her website athttp://chos91.wix.com/shearon-hurst Shearon also sends daily inspirational messages to thousands around the world.
Please listen to the show. Barbara Beach introduces Shearon and her new show the “Still Small Voice”.
***I will update you with the air dates, time frame, etc., as soon as I have the information***
And here’s the show….
My best human friend God ever gave me shares my first and last initials. She grew up abused by her oldest brother. She also worked with special ed students. I know now it was a God destined meeting. I always told her the truth about my past that I could remember at the time. We could pass for sisters, we even have a German ancestry. But other than we being Sisters in Christ, as far as we know of, we are not related.
In late Oct. 1989, Social Services asked me if I wanted to go back to my family and I decided to return to my mom. Since my time in the group home ultimately I got to visit my mom. I had been able to see my sisters, but not my brother up to that point. Now at 37, I question if I made the right choice. I came back to my mother and within a week, my stepfather rapes me twice before I told him to stop. And he does. Then the mind games begin, his foul mouth running, not caring who was present. He may have started to make a move on my little sisters after they came back home shortly before Christmas.
I just started to remember what he did to me by this point. I entered high school and the bullying had decreased greatly from the other kids, but what was going on at home was harder to cope with. More flashbacks were coming and it was getting to be too much for me. Especially when the monster was living under the same roof. It started with me walking out of the room whenever he came in. Since he didn't have my body, the mind games began. Asking me if I had any boyfriends and all while knowing I didn't. Though I went out on one date with a 20 year old but nothing happened out of that when I was 16.
It was October of 1993 when it all came out. Me and my mom got into it and she ended up going to the emergency room for a stitch in her face. I was 17 and a half when this happened. Left alone I called my aforementioned friend and she was shocked. Later she would tell me she knew something was wrong but wasn't sure. To this day I feel guilt for not saying anything earlier. Maybe if I had spoken up earlier, I could have spared my baby sisters this pain. There was a series of events that made my mom get me committed to a psych ward (again at Duke but a different unit) for a week and a half.
I had sworn that if I ever found out my stepfather did this to any of my siblings, I would have killed him myself. At least castrate him. And I tried at least twice.
I graduated from high school and did some vocational rehab. My mother never called the police, just threw him out of the house for a year or two. He lived in a boarding house and came back when the seizures were too much. He had actually come to my bedside and rubbed my leg. I know because I woke up and caught him doing it.
Part 5 next week