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Michael Jackson Justice: February 2012

God: Reconnect to Him

The Conspiracy against God is about "The Word", and the profaning of His Holy Name within us. Adam fell in the garden, breaking the direct connection to God. Jesus, the "last Adam" was a quickening Spirit, the Word made Flesh, and the only one with whom we can re-establish our relationship with God. Michael's story is still unfolding. He is the one who is, is not. But Jesus is the only name given under heaven by which we must be saved. Many are trying to rewrite HIStory. We were given a help to instruct us. Learn more "here".

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

John Todd and Michael Saw it All

The Lie Explained Part 4
This is why Todd was Put Away and Killed

This is another long blog as I work on the one with the information Truth sent me (it’s a lot of work) and there is the one I am working on concerning Michael, which may end up being put AFTER the one I am working on in regard to our connection to God and the conspiracy to sever that.

In reading John Todd’s testimony, I had to include this even though he covers some of this on the videos I posted previously.  I want to cover the rest of John Todd because you will perhaps see some very familiar information.  This is important.  It will also help you perhaps make some sense of why Michael was so dangerous to these people, with what he knew, and the “power” Jermaine said Michael had, that was a threat to what is behind our modern governments of the world.

This will be in two parts because it is lengthy – today and tomorrow.  This will give me time to further bring together the information Truthbtold sent me.

The previous blog on Todd ended here – “The Lie Explained, Part 3

John Todd said something in the part three coverage on one of the videos.  He said that the Rothschilds – “whether YOU believe it or not, DO believe in and Worship Lucifer”. “THEY believe they are gods whether YOU believe they believe it or not”.

They believe that Lucifer’s “son” Adam was found in the world, via a sealed letter delivered to him sometime in 1970.  Below is the continuation of Todd’s lecture, the small piece of it I couldn’t fit in at the end of yesterday’s blog because of length.

John Todd describes the video below, the UFO phenomenon and it is something we also discussed on the blog back and he says the same thing that Art Bell’s mysterious call in guest said.

The deception on the UFO’s is not that they exist and are kept under cover, but that the UFO’s are actually demons – angels of light, or “extra-dimensional beings”.  Remember this guy?

Extra-Dimensional beings

Below, John Todd gives HIS explanation as to what “UFO’s” actually are.  Remember this is quite a few years in the past, probably close to 1980.

John Todd on his understanding of Aliens

And this one
Read Genesis 6
This has happened

“1. And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them,  2. That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.

 3And the LORD said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years.  4. There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.

Then of course the book of Jude – all one chapter of it, describes part of what the book of Enoch tells us about the fallen angels, quoting Enoch:

For there are certain men crept in unawares, who were before of old ordained to this condemnation, ungodly men, turning the grace of our God into lasciviousness, and denying the only Lord God, and our Lord Jesus Christ.

 5. I will therefore put you in remembrance, though ye once knew this, how that the Lord, having saved the people out of the land of Egypt, afterward destroyed them that believed not.

 6. And the angels which kept not their first estate, but left their own habitation, he hath reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgment of the great day.

And this

John Todd left off with this paragraph from February 22 blog:

PHILLIP ROTHSCHILD ORDERED ONE OF HIS MISTRESSES TO WRITE AN 1100-PAGE BOOK that would describe to all witches how they would take control of the World through the Illuminati: It's called Atlas Shrugged. (By Ayn Rand) One of the things in it is happening on the front pages of the newspapers across the United States right now. In fact she spent a third of the book describing how they would raise the oil prices and then later destroy the oil fields and then they would also completely shut down the coal.”

We continue the short bit left below:

NOW TO GO BACK TO MY OWN TESTIMONY WHILE EVERYBODY GETS A BREATH! I know you thought you were going to hear a lot about spell-casting or spooky ghosts, but I surprised you, I've got something more spooky to tell you! Anyway, as I learned all this, I was taken up to Colorado Springs, outside of NORAD Center about a mile in the same location, and placed through an initiation for the Council of 13, and then I moved to San Antonio where I lived until I was saved and ruled a 13-state area that I had from there.

(This may mean absolutely nothing but the mention of Colorado Springs scared me because this is exactly where my sister and MOST of her children live.  The oldest daughter, the one who attacked me on Facebook has since moved to Idaho just a few months ago).

WHEN I WAS SAVED I HAD 5000 COVENS, IN OTHER WORDS, CHURCHES, TOTALLING 65,000 PRIESTS and PRIESTESSES. That's just the ministers, not the congregation, so it is quite large. This State wasn't one of them, this is run by Mrs. Buckland, but Ohio was one of them, so it's close enough. I lived there until I was saved on Labor Day of 1972. And what led to my salvation was this:

THE GRAND DRUIDS MEET EIGHT TIMES A YEAR ON THE WITCHES' SABBATH AT VARIOUS LOCATIONS IN THE WORLD. I hosted the last meeting that I attended, it was held in San Antonio at the Casino Building. A courier from the London Embassy, a member of our State Department, brought a sealed courier pouch--so Immigration couldn't touch it--to the meeting and left it. It had never been opened from the time it had been sealed at the London Embassy.

DR. BUCKLAND CUT THE SEAL ON IT and TOOK OUT SIX LETTERS THAT WERE SEALED WITH THIS ILLUMINATI CREST. The first four were just business, money that we were to pay here and there and so on. Actually, the Grand Druid Council is nothing but glorified bankers, they write millions of dollars worth of checks to people in political and religious fields every month. But the last two letters led me to want to get out.

"2. And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.

3. For all nations have drunk of the wine of the wrath of her fornication, and the kings of the earth have committed fornication with her, and the merchants of the earth are waxed rich through the abundance of her delicacies."

Also Read Jeremiah 3 and Ezekiel chapter’s 16:15-18 and 23:19.  It tells us who the “whore” is.  In Revelation 2:9 and 3:8-9 the angels tells John who inhabits Jerusalem in the end times and who the accusers are.)

Todd Cont . .

I HAD, AS A CHILD, ACCIDENTALLY ATTENDED A FEW SUNDAY SCHOOL CLASSES because I had nothing better to do, and during those classes I heard about the Book of Revelation and a few things in it--which was very strange, being back in the early '60s to hear anything like this, at least in the particular kind of church I was going to which was kind of liberal. So I had a little background of what the Christians felt was in their Bible. I thought it was foolish, but I had a little background.

NOW EVEN THOUGH I WAS A PART OF SETTING UP A WORLD GOVERNMENT, I ALWAYS KIND OF SNICKERED THAT THAT WAS EVER GOING TO HAPPEN, that we were serious, that it was kind of a little game we were playing. As long as the Rothschilds had all of the money to spend on our plans, we went ahead and spent the money. So I never took it seriously until we opened the last two letters.

NOW IN THE FIRST LETTER THAT WE OPENED OF THOSE LAST TWO, WAS A CHART, and IN THAT CHART IT LISTED AN EIGHT-YEAR PLAN FOR WORLD TAKE-OVER ENDING IN THE DECEMBER MONTH OF 1980. Since I have gotten out, I have not seen one thing fail or be delayed on that time chart. I'm not saying that it won't be delayed, but it's going to take a lot of Christians doing a lot of serious praying which I haven't seen yet. Next, the last letter we opened contained--now I'll have to quote it and then I'll have to explain, it, since witches say English but they say words that may not mean anything to you--it said:

"WE HAVE FOUND A MAN WHOM WE BELIEVE TO BE THE SON OF LUCIFER. We believe that through his works and our backing he can become ruler of this world, stop all wars, and bring peace, finally, to this war-stricken World." Now that literally meant that we had found a person so fantastically-powered that he could convince people he was their only salvation. Now that literally meant in Christian terms, he was demon-possessed like nobody had ever seen! (Ed: The Antichrist, 1Jn.2:18; Rev.13.)

18. Little children, it is the last time: and as ye have heard that antichrist shall come, even now are there many antichrists; whereby we know that it is the last time. - 1 John 2:18

2. And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard, and his feet were as the feet of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion: and the dragon gave him his power, and his seat, and great authority.

3. And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed: and all the world wondered after the beast.

4. And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who is like unto the beast? who is able to make war with him?" - Revelation 13

(IN the video posted yesterday, he gave the name of this person, the “Adam”. Lucifer’s son.  Would this be what they considered the “prophet” that would usher in the first beast?)

AFTER READING THAT ON AUGUST 1, 1972, I DECIDED IT WAS TIME TO LOOK ELSEWHERE TO GET OUT. Now this hadn't been a new idea, before I was made a Grand Druid I had thought about getting out.--So had a young actress in California that was ordered executed and left hanging with her throat cut by one foot--which is one of the tarot cards--to tell all witches that she had betrayed witchcraft and this was her death. And after seeing this and what happened to Sharon Tate, I decided I'd stay in. But now I wanted out. I didn't know how to get out and I didn't consider Christianity at all a way out, but I wanted to get out.

SO A MONTH ROLLED AROUND and I GOT DEEPER INVOLVED IN DRUGS. In fact, the night I was saved I weighed 149 pounds because I was doing $150 a day worth of methedrine speed--mainlining it--what the street people call "crystal." So I was literally in a paranoid mess anyway because of this drug, and all these plans hadn't made me any more restful.

SO ONE SATURDAY AFTERNOON A BAPTIST PREACHER CAME ACROSS ME IN ONE OF OUR OCCULT STORES. He was there because overnight, just about, he had come to realize that Witchcraft was real, when he had always considered it a fable about witches flying on broomsticks with warts on their noses and pointed hats. The way he'd found it was he'd found his daughter an initiated priestess of a Witchcraft coven! He'd caught her casting spells in her bedroom one night.

SO IT BECAME VERY REAL TO HIM, and AFTER MUCH PRAYER and FASTING, HE DECIDED TO TRACK DOWN A FEW WITCHES and see if he couldn't witness to them. He wasn't getting through to his daughter so he though he'd go to the head of it and if they got saved, maybe his daughter would get saved. So he found me in one of our occult stores called "The Spanish Bazaar" there in San Antonio and started to witness to me.

Below, Todd continues with the course of events that led to him getting saved.  He was not an easy sell:

Todd Continued

HE KNEW WHO I WAS BECAUSE I WAS GOING BY MY WITCHCRAFT NAME, LANCE, and just about everybody in town had seen me on television or read about me in the newspapers about Witchcraft. So he started witnessing to me and I told him in certain profanities that I didn't care for it and that I would like him to leave. So when this failed he decided that he wasn't going to get past the demons that were in me, so he started ordering the demons to be quiet. Then he proceeded to pray for me whether I liked it or not, and the prayer went something like this:

"I DEMAND THAT SATAN STOP GIVING YOU HIS BENEFITS, INCLUDING DRUGS, I ORDER THAT TO BE SO IN THE NAME OF JESUS! And I command Satan to stop communicating with you supernaturally and I break your power of Witchcraft till you come face-to-face with the Gospel, and then I command your mind to be set free so that you can perceive the Gospel and make you own mind up."--Now this was necessary in my condition because I didn't have my own mind. And then he left.

(Pay attention to this, because IN THE NAME OF JESUS is where the power of prayer works for us.)

I THOUGHT HE WAS CRAZY, SO I WENT UPSTAIRS and DID SOME MORE DRUGS because I couldn't understand why I was feeling the way I was feeling, and that was not too well at that moment. So that night, I didn't have anything to worry about, I did all my drugs up because I was expecting a very large shipment of drugs to come across at Laredo, Mexico.--Except something happened that had never happened before: The drugs got busted! The wrong guard that was not on our salary was on the border that night, and they even brought the wrong car across that had the wrong license number.

EVERYTHING THAT COULD HAVE GONE WRONG, WENT WRONG, and THE SHIPMENT WAS BUSTED and I WAS WITHOUT DRUGS. So when I found out about it, I made a few phone calls around different areas in the U.S. trying to find some drugs that could get to me very quickly. Most people had already used theirs up or were at the end of it, and I was told that I'd have some Tuesday morning--and that's a long time to wait for an addict as bad as I was!

SO ABOUT MONDAY NIGHT, LABOR DAY NIGHT, AS I WAS GOING THROUGH EXTREME PROPORTIONATE WITHDRAWAL, I got in my car and started to drive it out of the parking lot and almost drove it in the river! So I left it there and I went for a walk. I walked about four or five blocks and I came upon a movie theater. Now it was just an everyday movie theater--it's still there to this day--shows just regular pictures, not anything to do with the Christian Church, so I thought I was pretty safe. I paid my money and went in, sat down three rows back and wanted to get right into the movie.

AND THE MOVIE WAS CALLED "THE CROSS and THE SWITCHBLADE." Now that my seem funny to you, it was not funny to me at the time. So I sat there trying to make wisecracks at the movie all night and became interested in Nicky Cruz. See, you think with one mind--I think with the same mind with now as a Christian--but as a witch I thought with a different mind: Dave Wilkerson was the enemy and Nicky Cruz was the hero.

SO I SAT DOWN THERE and I THOUGHT, THIS GUY'S PRETTY GOOD, THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH HIM, maybe he'll convert the preacher over ... and then he got saved! Now that term meant nothing to us, but when he changed from the old Nicky Cruz to the new Nicky Cruz, that meant something, that was impossible!

THE CORNERSTONE OR THE WHOLE FLOOR OF WITCHCRAFT is that you cannot cast a spell, you cannot mix a potion, you cannot do a rite without a firm knowledge of astrology. It is the base for all practices in Witchcraft, and one of its teachings is that you are born a set personality and there is nothing you can do to change from that set personality, and mine was pretty raunchy as it was. (See No.107.)

SO IF NICKY CRUZ CHANGED, THIS WAS A MIRACLE THAT WAS NOT UNDERSTANDABLE TO ANY WITCH. So going out of there I was in a very confused state of mind, not realizing much of what had happened even to the point that I forgot I was even going through withdrawal. And as I walked out the door a young man walked up to me, handed me this tract and said, "Here, this is for you"--and turned around and walked off! Didn't give anybody else a tract, just left, and the tract was called "Bewitched," it was on Witchcraft. (See Nos. 290, 291, 666.)

(On the previous blog I posted the video account of this and explained that my husband’s cousin played the first baby Tabitha on the T.V. series.)

NOW, I WAS RAISED IN A SUPERNATURAL WORLD. All our lives we had spent listening to spirit guides, and since that preacher had prayed for me, my spirit guides had not said a word to me. I was in a vacuum, much described like this: Have you ever gone through a trial where you pray and pray and you feel like you're not getting through? Well, this was the way I felt, and nothing was coming through. I was in a vacuum.

AFTER 14 YEARS OF DEPENDING UPON THESE SPIRITS TO TELL ME EVERYTHING TO DO, NOBODY WAS TELLING ME ANYTHING--because this preacher had taken authority over them and had ordered them to be quiet. And as I was reading this booklet I had sense enough to know that something was trying to get to me, something was trying to get through, but none of my spirit guides would be giving me books on Witchcraft that was telling me the Devil was behind it!

SO I THREW THE BOOK AWAY and WAS IN A BIGGER STATE OF CONFUSION THAN I'D EVER BEEN. I walked back to where my apartment was in the Casino Building, and it consists of several nightclubs back there, and I walked into one, the Club Aquarius. I walked to the back of the club and sat down in the office back there by myself and tried to think things out.

I SPENT SEVERAL HOURS TRYING TO THINK OF A CHRISTIAN CHURCH THAT I COULD GO TO and ASK QUESTIONS OF THAT WE DIDN'T OWN THE MINISTER OF. Now, that may seem kind of strange to you, but as an ex-Grand Druid it's not strange at all. Much that you see in churches that you just think is liberalism, is Taoism. I'll go over that more simply: They've taken the money and rejected the Lord!

(“1. But there were false prophets also among the people, even as there shall be false teachers among you, who privily shall bring in damnable heresies, even denying the Lord that bought them, and bring upon themselves swift destruction.

2. And many shall follow their pernicious ways; by reason of whom the way of truth shall be evil spoken of.

3. And through covetousness shall they with feigned words make merchandise of you: whose judgment now of a long time lingereth not, and their damnation slumbereth not.” – 2Peter 2:1-3

Make merchandise of you, and these will speak evil of the way of the truth.  Sounds like today, doesn’t it?  Amazing, read below.)

IT'S KIND OF HARD FOR A MINISTER THAT'S NOT SOLD OUT TO GOD TO TURN DOWN HALF-A-MILLION DOLLARS if it's laid down as a bribe, and they can get even higher. In fact, one church I know of got eight million dollars in two years, and another one got ten million dollars in one year! So, they can receive some money.

ANYWAY, I DIDN'T HAVE A MEMBERSHIP LIST WITH ME SO I DIDN'T KNOW WHO WE OWNED and WHO WE DIDN'T, and I was afraid to call the wrong pastor because that could get me killed. So I sat there thinking a little bit and I remembered that the night before, one of our witches that was a prostitute in a downtown area had come screaming into the nightclub the night before about the coffee house called the Greengate Club.

(A 1971 Baptist Press news article about the Greengate Club - Source,,05-May-1971.pdf )  I also found a Youtube video of a very old fella who was the minister who was the one that went to their house after preaching at their club, and brought them to Christ:

Pastor Bob Harrington

STRANGE PLACE ... IT USED TO BE A BURLESQUE PLACE ABOUT THREE MONTHS PRIOR TO THAT, and THIS MINISTER CAME IN and PREACHED AN UNINVITED REVIVAL . The revival took about 15 minutes and 20-some people got saved, including the dancers, bartenders, the band, people in the congregation and the husband and wife that owned the place.

SO WHEN THEY GOT SAVED THEY DECIDED TO TURN IT OVER TO A BAPTIST CHURCH that they were going to--the Baptist Church that was praying and fasting for me! Now don't confuse Jack Taylor with the Pastor that came in, he was from another church. But he couldn't get his church to pray and fast for witches since his church thought he was crazy when he said "witch." So he called up Castle Hills, which was well-known for working in the power of God, and they asked some people to pray and fast and they got about 500 people to pray and fast over that weekend that I'd get saved!--And I firmly believe that had a lot to do with it.

>>>>There is something to the power of prayer in numbers.  Paul talks about how important the congregation is:

For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them." - Matthew 18:20

SO, SHE HAD TOLD ME ABOUT THIS PLACE and SHE HAD WANTED US TO BURN IT DOWN, BUY IT OUT OR SOMETHING, BECAUSE IT WAS RUINING HER BUSINESS. I mean, here's a prostitute propositioning a soldier, and here's somebody over here preaching the Word of God to him! It doesn't work. So she was very upset, and I decided I would go look this place up. So I walked on over by the bus station and went in. It was about two in the morning and the place was supposed to close at midnight.

NOW I FIRMLY BELIEVE TO THIS DAY THAT GOD BREAKS COKE FOUNTAINS, because when I came in there the manager had stayed to fix the Coke fountain as it had broken down just as he was ready to close. So I walked in and he started witnessing to me, and it was fine for about, oh, 45 minutes to an hour, and I brought up Witchcraft. So, in a white, kind of ghostly-like face, he called the Pastor and said, "I've got this witch down here!"

AND THE PASTOR SAID, "WELL, WE'VE BEEN PRAYING and FASTING THAT HE'D GET THERE, GO AHEAD and WITNESS TO HIM. We'll just call everybody up and start praying!" So they started praying and he started witnessing to me more, and started showing me things in the Bible, started praying for me. Pretty soon he was praying, and I was praying and the Lord was saving me!--And I've never forgotten it.

YOU SEE, I WAS BORN IN A WITCHCRAFT FAMILY WHERE I INHERITED EVERYTHING MY PARENTS HAD. In other words, I inherited their demons, or ones just like the ones they had. So I was never free from the time the doctor spanked me on the bottom in the delivery room until that night of '72. And you may have felt great when you got saved, but I don't think you felt as great as I felt when I got saved! We may argue that point.

BUT FOR THE FIRST TIME, I COULD THINK FOR MYSELF WITHOUT THIS HEAVY, LIKE COTTON IN MY HEAD, is about the only way you could describe it. And my feeling was that if they killed me going out of that place, then I would die happy!--And I walked out, not really thinking about any danger. The next night I was back and saying, "You know, I would like to live long enough to enjoy this!"

THE REASON FOR THAT IS THAT YOU DON'T LEAVE WITCHCRAFT ONCE YOU'RE INITIATED--ONCE YOU'RE IN, YOU'RE IN! To prove this point, there have been since my salvation about 500 people saved out of Witchcraft--that's not very many when you know how many millions are in--and 50 them have been killed in five years! My life is in danger all the time, my wife's and myself, and all the people that have come out.

(This made me think of those in the music industry, which is what we have studied the most, and the intense control  they have over their artists.  Reading this from Todd above made me realize just how high the stakes were, especially with high profile message deliverers such as those in the entertainment industry.  I thought, they didn’t want to kill Michael . . . not at first.  This account from Todd answers a lot of questions as to why the 30+ years of them trying to convince Michael that there is no out.  You either do what we want you to do or die.  But as Jermaine said, Michael at some point had too much power.  They had lost control of him and an entire industry stood in wait to see what was going to happen.  Would Michael cave or would he fight?

Well?  What do YOU think his choice was?  :o)

THEY START AT $10,000 BOUNTIES and WORK UP TO SEVERAL HUNDRED THOUSAND, but it's not just witches. I have a few contacts still back in the Illuminati that will do me favors every once in awhile; they don't understand why I would want to be a Christian, but they don't think I'm all that bad. Well, I had them run a computer check through one of the computers they have in New York that the occult owns to keep tabs on everybody.

I WANTED TO CHECK OUT A FEW OF THE CHRISTIAN MINISTERS THAT I MIGHT KNOW THAT HAVE THIS SAME PROBLEM, and Brother Berry's name came up and they've got $10,000 on that man's head. Jack Chick of Chick Publications, Dr. Van Impe, Joe Boyd, Dan Hartree, my pastor Roland Rasmussen and many others, to go on and on. The witches have felt these men are such a danger to them that they have decided that they are better dead than alive and are willing to spend millions of dollars to make sure it happens.

SO IT IS A WARFARE, and IT GOES ON, and IT'S GETTING WORSE and WORSE, and we had to pray much before we came out to the East Coast. Everybody said I was crazy when I moved to L.A. to minister to the people out there, but they don't know the East Coast! It's been an experience, and we ask that you pray for us as we go around ministering.

MY WIFE IS USUALLY WITH ME ON THE ROAD, but she had to go back to Los Angeles on an emergency, and we ask that you pray for her while she's on the road. I think what I'll do now is simply open it for your questions and I hope that I have the answers. If you have a question, just raise your hand. Let's see if we can do this without turning the lights out. Yeah, we can, praise the Lord! (Shows:)

THESE ARE TYPES OF JEWELRY THAT WERE CREATED BY DEMONIC INSTRUCTION TO VERY IMPORTANT PEOPLE. Christians are astonished when I tell them that the greatest Wizard that ever lived, male witch, was King Solomon. When he backslid he really backslid! And as great as his writings were in our Bible, they were as great in the Witchcraft bible! The very initiation rites and how to prepare Witchcraft bibles, how to conjure demons up, everything, even how to commit human sacrifice are writings that he created.

AND BEFORE I TELL YOU WHAT THEY MEAN I WANT TO SAY THIS: IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO BUY THIS JEWELRY, except for the Ankh outside of a witchcraft store until a few years ago. They were hand-made by silversmiths belonging to the priesthood and sold only to initiated witches in occult stores. Since then, the Illuminati have decided that one of the greatest tricks they could play on the Christians was to put this jewelry around their necks and on their hands.

THE REASON IS, THIS STUFF ATTRACTS DEMONS, THEY CLING AROUND WHERE IT'S AT. Now, if you're shocked to see the Star of David up there, that's because it's just recently been called the Star of David. For thousands of years it was called the Hexagram or the Crest of Solomon.

Not the Star of David
A Symbol of Something Else

NOW WHEN A WITCH WANTS TO PRACTICE WITCHCRAFT, SHE'LL GET IN A PENTAGRAM, that's the five-pointed star in the circle, their strongest form of protection. Then they will lay this six-pointed star, or hexagram--which means "to hex" or to cast black magic or to put a spell on somebody--they'll put it in a circle on the floor and this will cause the demons to appear at their instruction.

IT IS THE MOST EVIL OF SIGNS IN WITCHCRAFT. I know I may not be getting through to you what I'm trying to get through, but it's dangerous to have it. The pentagram, the pinnacle with the one point up, means Witchcraft; two points up means demon-worship or Satanism.

IT IS INTERESTING TO NOTE THAT THE EASTERN STAR SYMBOL IS A TWO POINTS UP, FIVE-POINTED STAR. This symbolizes the goat head, which Satanists believe is representative of the Devil, and they use this goat head and worship it like they are worshipping the Devil.

THE ANKH MEANS THAT YOU DESPISE VIRGINITY, believe in fertility rites, practice fertility rites and worship the sun god Ra. The sun god Ra is the Egyptian name for Lucifer.

The Ankh

Faces Filled With Madness – Oooooh
Miracles unheard of – Faith is found in the winds
All you have to do is reach for the truth . . .

THE PEACE SYMBOL UP THERE IS NOT THE PEACE SYMBOL. I didn't have to do the initiation that contained the broken cross because I was born into Witchcraft & it wasn't necessary, & people who have no Christian background do not have to do it. But if a person raised in a Christian church--whether they were Christian or not--wants to join Witchcraft, they would have to take a ceramic cross & turn it upside-down & break the cross bars down, symbolising their rejection of Calvary & the Christian Church.

Secret of the “Peace” Symbol
Note this became a very trendy hand sign
That began cropping up in the 1960’s

We will continue the very last part of John Todd’s interview tomorrow.

“1.Plead my cause, O LORD, with them that strive with me: fight against them that fight against me.  2. Take hold of shield and buckler, and stand up for mine help.  3. Draw out also the spear, and stop the way against them that persecute me: say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.  4. Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul: let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt.

5. Let them be as chaff before the wind: and let the angel of the LORD chase them.  6. Let their way be dark and slippery: and let the angel of the LORD persecute them.  7. For without cause have they hid for me their net in a pit, which without cause they have digged for my soul.  8. Let destruction come upon him at unawares; and let his net that he hath hid catch himself: into that very destruction let him fall.

9. And my soul shall be joyful in the LORD: it shall rejoice in his salvation.  10. All my bones shall say, LORD, who is like unto thee, which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth him?  11. False witnesses did rise up; they laid to my charge things that I knew not.  12. They rewarded me evil for good to the spoiling of my soul.

13. But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.  14. I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.  15. But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together: yea, the abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not; they did tear me, and ceased not:

16. With hypocritical mockers in feasts, they gnashed upon me with their teeth.  17. Lord, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions.  18. I will give thee thanks in the great congregation: I will praise thee among much people.  19. Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me: neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause.

20. For they speak not peace: but they devise deceitful matters against them that are quiet in the land.  21. Yea, they opened their mouth wide against me, and said, Aha, aha, our eye hath seen it.  22. This thou hast seen, O LORD: keep not silence: O Lord, be not far from me.  23. Stir up thyself, and awake to my judgment, even unto my cause, my God and my Lord.

24. Judge me, O LORD my God, according to thy righteousness; and let them not rejoice over me.  25. Let them not say in their hearts, Ah, so would we have it: let them not say, We have swallowed him up.  26. Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion together that rejoice at mine hurt: let them be clothed with shame and dishonour that magnify themselves against me.

27. Let them shout for joy, and be glad, that favour my righteous cause: yea, let them say continually, Let the LORD be magnified, which hath pleasure in the prosperity of his servant.  28. And my tongue shall speak of thy righteousness and of thy praise all the day long.”

You may read this Psalm whenever you feel oppressed or sorrowful when you see yourself or others used, oppressed and know that God is watching.

I will have more tomorrow.  God bless you

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Trying to be Mike-Like when Hate is Thrusted Toward You

Prayers and Dreams
If the Angels Came for Me
My Two Year Old Feather Found under the door of my garage in 2010

“3. And, behold, certain of the scribes said within themselves, This man blasphemeth.  4. And Jesus knowing their thoughts said, Wherefore think ye evil in your hearts?  5. For whether is easier, to say, Thy sins be forgiven thee; or to say, Arise, and walk

I have had a very upsetting weekend and I’m sure there is a reason for it.  I’m just not sure how to read it at this point. 

I am working on two blogs and before I get behind in the dreams again I will post the latest that were worth remembering.

One of the blogs I am working on is centered in Michael and the message God had given, spoken through his songs (part of my first poem I wrote about Michael).

Michael songs were inspired and there is still a lot he has to teach us in them.  (I can see Sony scrambling now to remove video . . . go ahead.  I got his back).

The second blog I am working on has to do with us, and what the non-believers want us to believe about them not believing what they DO believe.  Yeah, a mouthful for sure.   This is the stuff that Truthbtold had been working on and you will see some surprising proof that God does indeed exist.  If he did not, the evil ones would not be working so hard to keep you from hearing him.  You will be surprised. 

Of course Truthbtold gave me MORE WORK by HELPING ME but I will forgive her :o)

Below is a collection of four dreams, then I will tell you about the horrible weekend I had, which is still unfolding. 

Taking Him Home

Was she lost? 

She had stopped and asked for directions numerous times and every time, people pointed the way out to her, but she just couldn’t seem to get to the building.  You would think for a hospital it would have been clearly marked.  Maybe they don’t mark THOSE kinds of hospitals.

She hated driving in the city.  Absolutely hated it.  The streets never go where they are supposed to go, and you are never looking for a building.  You are instead always looking for a parking garage close to a building.

Finally she found a place to park and got out of the car.  Everyone was helpful, pointing out which building it was as she walked closer.  She couldn’t believe it when she FINALLY made it inside.

She let the desk know she was picking up her son.  She walked down corridors and around corners.  She came to a small lobby that had a set of stairs going up and a set going down.  She didn’t know which she was supposed to take.  She began to turn back through the double doors to see if she maybe missed a turn and as he opened the door, she saw her son push someone into a wall.

“That is the last time you borrow anything from me, you lied to me!”

The person he was yelling at came through the door and past me and my son was right on his heels, “I’m tired of you taking money from me, you’re a liar!”

I stepped into Richard’s path as his arm flew over my shoulder to point at the person retreating, “You’re a two-bit  . . .” and I cut him off, “Rich, Rich, Rich . . . it doesn’t matter!”

He looked at me finally sinking in that I was there.

“Let it go”, I told him, “It doesn’t matter.  I’m taking you home.”

I saw the expression on his face soften, but replaced with a look of guarded hopefulness, as if he didn’t want to let himself believe me.

“Yes, I’m taking you home.  You’re out of this place.”


I don’t know where that dream came from.  I had this actually a couple weeks ago.  I don’t know what it means, if anything, but I do feel as if my son is under control.  His father has him back on medications and perhaps this is what is bothering me.  I don’t think they are good for his health as his heart races terribly when he gets upset and he’s never had that before.  He’s only 25 years old.  There is more to this story and the reason he is not with me now, but I don’t care to share it.  It is one of the things that stands out in what is at work to separate families.

The next dream I had was a bit more disturbing.


Men in the Mirror

It was dark in the house.  I didn’t want to turn on any lights because my husband was sleeping, but I was afraid.  What light I did have came from a pathway light on the little hallway between our bedroom and the living room, and the computer light from the office which was just off the living room.

I had walked toward the kitchen when I noticed in the back hallway there were images in the mirror that hung on the wall at the end of that hallway.  As I crept closer, even though it was dark I could see my reflection.  But behind it was a very dark silhouette leaning out past my reflection and right behind that, was Michael Jackson leaning further out.

I walked from that hallway and back toward the living room and in that mirror I saw the same reflection.  Mine, the dark shadow behind mine then Michael peaking out from behind that.

I went back to the laundry room off the back hallway, opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a stack of towels.

I  first threw one over the mirror in the back hallway.  Then I came out to the living room and threw a towel over that one.

I went into the two back bedrooms and the same images were facing me in those mirrors.  So I threw towels over them.

I walked cautiously toward the master bedroom where my husband was sleeping.  I opened the door and left it open so I could see into the bedroom from the pathway light and the dim illumination from the computer from the office area off the bedroom.  I thought, “oh please don’t let them be in our bedroom.

I walked slowly in.  We have three dressers in our bedroom, two with mirrors, and we have two mirrors in the master bath.  One was huge and took up more than half the wall.  No way I could get towels over that, but I could shut the bathroom doors.  But what would happen if I just crawled in bed and left them like that?  Would they be able to get out of the mirrors?

The one dresser and mirror faces  you as you walk in the bedroom door.  I was trying to be quiet, but it was scaring me.  Yes.  The dark shadow behind me in the mirror, then Michael peaks out at me as if to say, “here I am”.  The expression on his face was not a playful one but it wasn’t sinister either.    I almost got the feeling that he wanted to throw the shadow being out of the way and stand out in the open, but he couldn’t yet.

I walked closer to the mirror.  I was so afraid the shadow being would reach out and grab me, but I steeled myself because Michael was behind him.  I reached out to put the towel over the mirror when I heard my husband say “what’s wrong?”

I didn’t realize I was moaning but when I moaned I woke myself and my husband up for real.  So again, I had to explain to my husband why I woke him up, moaning in bed for the second time in a month.  (I’m usually a quiet dreamer).


The dream above I talked to a lady name Blake about and she seemed to have some good insight on this.  She explained that it could possibly be that I am manifesting Michael’s own struggles with confusion between what is good and what is evil as he fought his way out of control from the evil in the industry (“I’m so confused won’t you show to me that you’ll be there for me, and care enough to bear me”) or that I am struggling with confusion as to the part Michael is actually playing and he’s trying to help me out by peaking out behind the bad guy.

If this is part of the pain that Michael dealt with that I asked God to give me, then perhaps Blake is right.  If Michael is watching all this from somewhere, maybe he can understand why I am going through it and although my doubts may hurt him, this is exactly what I am supposed to feel because I asked for his burden, or, as much of it as I could handle.

The next dream was a little weird . . .


The Walk to the Light

This dream I had at the beginning of last week.  It was one of those flash, one scene dreams.

There were multitudes of people, all spread out but all walking in the same direction.  I was standing on the side, watching them all walk this roadway through the countryside.  It wasn’t even really a road.  It was more or less tread down grass through fields, meadows and prairies.  Some of the way had trees and clumps of woods to either side and some of the way was just open field with tall grasses bordering that grass which had been flattened to make the path.

Everyone was quiet.  There was barely any talking.  All were focused on the journey.  It seemed like the timing of the day was late afternoon, and it was either late spring or early summer judging by the pleasant temperature.  Most people were in casual clothes, short sleeve shirts and slacks or skirts.  It was so quiet for the number of people walking and they were coming from everywhere.

I stood, not walking but watching.   There were a few others peppered throughout the multitude also standing, as if waiting for something. 

I looked to my left, toward where everyone was walking.  There was a slight rise in the fields at a distance and there was a bright light beyond that.  Bright enough to swallow the specks that were people as they receded in the distance and over the little knoll.

I turned back toward the other side of the path where two others were standing, watching the people passing them by.  I knew what I was waiting for.  Were they waiting for someone too?

I was supposed to know who it was when I saw them, but no preconceived picture of their face in my mind was available.  I would just know, I was told.

I saw someone across the path of multitudes walking.  Everyone was relaxed.  All facial expressions were one of a peaceful relief with a hint of anticipation.

I saw a child walking by themselves and they approached one of those just standing across the other side of the path.  The person who had been looking toward me looked down, bent toward the child and smiled.  They cradled the small boy’s face in their hands and put their forehead to the child’s forehead with a smile.  The boy smiled in delight to find his guardian and as the man stood to take the boy’s hand they both joined into the multitude walking toward the light.

I knew I was supposed to do the same.  I was waiting for one who would be alone, t o comfort them. 

I felt her before I saw her.  As she drew closer, walking on the edge of the crowd on my side, her face tilted up as she felt, then saw me.

She was a beautiful girl of about seven or eight.  She was of oriental descent with strong, shiny black hair in a pageboy cut.  Her eyes were on me until she came upon me.

I bent down to be eye-to-eye with her.  She had dried tears on her eyes but she was now smiling, making her eyes disappear into fold below her eyes and her gorgeous round cheeks.  I knew instantly that God had told her to just start walking and that someone would meet her.  She looked like MY angel, not the other way around.  Her smile was the prettiest, most childlike demure smile I had ever seen.  It warmed my heart.

Without speaking I stood, touched the back of her hair, then took her hand.  We folded into the multitude, joining their travel, wondering what we will see when we get to the light over the knoll.


When I awoke from the dream above, I thought it was pretty self explanatory.  I don’t know who the little girl was, I have never seen her before.  I thought when I woke up, this is either what I’m supposed to be doing now, leading people to God, or this will be a job God has for me when the time comes.  Someone else I talked to had a similar dream, where they were standing on a path pointing out the way to people.  (The sentinels on the “Below Road”?)

The next dream below scared me.  This could be a metaphor for so many things.  I hope this does not happen:



My husband came and told me “you need to look out the window.  Look out the front door then get downstairs!”

His voice was excited.  There was someone else in the house with us but I couldn’t identify who they were but it wasn’t important for now.

I could feel the quality of the air in the house chance.  There was a pressure building.  I could hear a building sound outside.

I ran down to the front door.  The house we lived in was a split-foyer, similar to one I lived in as a child in Delaware.

As I hopped down the small flight of stairs to the entry foyer, I could see out the side windows of the door, but when I tried to open the door to look out, suction kept it from opening.  I thought “Oh no.  This is a bad sign.”

I pulled and finally the door let go with a “whoosh” and I could hear the winds.  I held onto the door and poked my head outside to look.  I could see a black wall cloud edging over the top of our house from the back.  Just as I was trying to close the door, my two boys were racing up the steps for the front door.  My step son was right behind them, “Mom let us in!”

I was trying to shut the door and I told them “Go around back!  I can’t shut the door and if I shut it, it won’t open again.  Ed’s downstairs, go around back!”  They yelled back, “Okay!”

It was like trying to push two positive end magnets together.  Finally I shoved with all my weight and got the door shut.  I bolted it, then ran through the upstairs shutting interior doors (why???)

I ran downstairs to the family room and game rooms to open the back door.  As I did not only did our three sons (current ages, all grown up) rush in the door but about fourteen little league children and their parents came in with them.  I told  them “find a lower level interior room!”.

The sound outside was deafening and I could feel winds whipping around my body, threatening to cup me and pull me out.  One gust would feel very warm and balmy and moisture-laiden and the next gust would be very cool and dry.  But the sight out my back door . . .

The thing coming right at us was probably about a half a mile to three quarters of a mile wide and it was DENSE with debris, almost a grayish black.   The clouds rotating were boiling.  The base of the tornado was moving very rapidly and even though far away, I was getting hit with dust from the outer bands of it.  It stung.  I slowly followed the funnel upward until I could see the saucer like spread of the top of the tornado sucking in and spinning the clouds within its sphere of rotation. 

The sight of this beast in motion was monsterous, beautiful, terrifying and magnificent at the same time.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

I heard a voice in my head at first distant and echoed as it fought for my attention. Then I recognized it was the word “mom” . . . “MOM! MOHHHHHMM!  Shut the door!”

My last thought was, “We’re not going to survive this” and as I pulled my head back in the door to close it, I woke up.


That dream above I could take it literally or I could take it allegorically.  That is the most recent dream that was clear.  All our children were in it, plus the younger families that we did not know but that our sons may know.  The tornado coming at us was close enough to feel the outer spray of dust.  It was big, it was dark and heavy with debris and it could be seen from the back of the house, but not the front.  It was coming from the back . . . from behind us.

My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth.” 1 John 3:18

The Weekend –

This was a horrible weekend.  Horrible.  It started out okay, but I felt as if I were going through the motions.  My head was elsewhere, I couldn’t seem to focus as I was pulled back into the life of the world with things my husband wanted to do.

We spent all day at church on Sunday.  Sometimes it’s just good to get out and see other human beings.  We went to the morning service, I came home and went right to work making lunch and starting the laundry and getting my husband’s things ready for the work week ahead.  Then we went back out to church for Bible Study.  I got some good things out of it, but disagreed with some other points.  I left there thinking “nobody sees”.  The whole point of church seems to be to foster a “feel good” atmosphere for your parishners to keep the money flowing in.

One of our readers posted this video below on the “U2-charist” and at the very end of the video, the point is driven home – “add relevancy to modern society, increase attendees and overflow the offering plate.”  But there is hope in that there is not one relationship that the almighty dollar screwed up that God cannot fix.  But in order for that to happen one would have to focus on God and not on dollars.  It’s all in the entity you put above all others.


I asked our Pastor after the morning services “how do we get time with you?”  He answered with one of those “I’m pretty busy” looks, but went through the possibility of next week sometime and to keep in touch with him on Facebook.

Facebook.  Wow.

Okay. By the way, we do not have U2 in our church but we do have Casting Crowns and other contemporary artists.  Bad?  Good?  I guess it depends on what you get out of the song.  My church in Maryland was a lot more conservative in comparison.  If it glorifies God and focuses on him and not the artist, I see nothing wrong with it.  I don’t think all music with a beat is bad.  But the misappropriating of the message can happen on both the creator’s end, and the receiver’s end of the work of art.  God’s relationship with people is on a personal level, as is the method in which he reaches them.

So after all the church that day, we leave, stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things, then return home.  I proceed to prepare a later than usual dinner and Ed heads to his office area in one of the bedrooms and hits his computer.

As I am making dinner, I get called into the bedroom/office.

Ed shows me a Facebook post on my sister’s page in which my niece . . . my sister’s OLDEST daughter (22), is telling me to go to hell.

I catch my breath at the initial shock of it, then start at the beginning of  the comment thread and it went like this:

My sister:  Posted a pic of my grand-niece with the comment “miss my little munchkin”.

My brother: She looks like a young Drew Barrymore

My husband:  E.T. Phone Home

My sister:  That’s not very nice.

My niece:  This is why I hate my distant relatives who think they are better than everyone else because they are Bible-thumpers

My husband: The feeling is mutual

My Niece: Go to hell Bonnie!  I’m tired of you Bible-thumping and pushing your trash.  I happen to know something about the Bible too and I know enough to know that it’s not all true so mind your own business!

(???)  Mind you, I was not even ON Facebook when this was taking place.  I was making dinner in the kitchen and got called in to read this.  Secondly I have not even talked to my niece since probably the Christmas of 2009 when she called my house crying because we had sent her and her mother $200 when they had no food for Christmas.  (I was working then).  I have never even talked to her about the Bible because I ASSUMED my sister had done so, since she brought them up Seventh Day Adventists.  So where was this vitriol coming from?

I went to my computer (my chicken was simmering), sat down and signed onto Facebook.  I do not have my nieces phone number since she does not keep in touch with the family when she moves around.  I get my updates from my sister.

Anyhow, I sign onto Facebook, go to my sister’s page and find the comment thread.  Then I proceeded to tell her that I did not know what bug crawled in her pants, but I did not make the comment.  I also explained to her who Drew Barrymore is (as a previous film student I thought she would know) and what the movie “E.T.” was since she was born about 20 years after it was released.  I thought it might be possible she misunderstood the “E.T. Phone home” comment.

She replied back  in the next couple of minutes and I won’t repeat it, but it was stuffed with enough expletives to leave me wondering if she wasn’t trying out for a role in “Close Encounters with An Exorcist”.  Again with the anti-Bible stuff (where was this coming from???), the “F-off’s” and “Fat-a**”, “sweet cheeks” and a bunch of other adjectives.

This is one of those things that defies explanation.  What did I ever do to her?  I live 3,000 miles away, I hardly ever get to talk to her and the last time we DID talk she was still my niece.  All we have EVER done is help them.  So what was going on?

I thought drugs, I thought the people she is sharing a house with is having a negative influence, the way she left in the middle of the night, leaving without telling her sister, leaving her in a financial bind.  The fact that she did this, misleading her mother about why she needed to borrow money, so she could drive to another state to go live with four other men in house that she just met online six months prior . . . with her baby daughter.

But beneath all of that, I felt like I did the first time I got attacked on this blog for mentioning Michael and God in the same sentence, only THIS time it was a blood relative.

What do you do with that?  I got that sickening feeling in my stomach.  The kind of sickening you feel when you’ve just witnessed something evil.

In talking to my mother over the phone she said, “you know, it says this will happen in the Bible, that the love of many will grow cold, and that father and son will hate one another.”

I already know this.  It doesn’t make you feel any better when you see it coming.  It’s one thing to get attacked by strangers.  Quite another to get attacked by someone who’s diapers you used to change, that you still saw in pigtails.

This isn’t even something I can get angry about.  I can’t describe the feeling, but I see it for what it is and I guess that will have to be good enough.

I blocked both of them from my facebook pages.  No need to continue give them access.  When someone is sending you negative energy or thrusting negative energy at you, totally block it off.  Right?  So they’re blocked.

I also wondered today, did Michael ever have a relative attack him?  (Beside’s Latoya, because I think Michael knew what was going on there).  And what did he do about it?  How did he handle it?  Where do you go from the point where you’re done crying to move on?

Then today I received an email from someone I had not heard from in a while.  The same person who is still trying to convince me of the virtues of Zionist Israel.  Being in the mood I was already in I wrote back, “I wish you were smarter”, then immediately wrote back apologizing for the last comment in the email.  That’s not the way I want to handle that.

As I sink through the mire of the unidentified feelings and hit bottom, I supposed there will be pain that I feel about all this.  Until I get to that point, I need to keep a firm grip on God.

We will be getting into some STUFF, and perhaps this is only one rock that will be thrown at me to keep me from getting to THE STUFF.  This is the breath you take before you open the door and say under your breath, “here we go . . .”

Fallen Angel
Dennis De Young
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Save Me
By Dennis De Young of “Styx”
Listen to the words

The year is not getting any younger.

He Got One More Chance at Love