Table of Contents
| 1. High Tech Weapons Used In Spiritual Warfare |
| 2. Spiritual Perils |
| 3. Spiritual Frequencies |
| 4. Heaven’s Superlative Gates |
| 5. Chapter Five – Authority |
| 6. The Kingdom of the Beast in part |
Excerpt
High Tech Weapons Used In Spiritual Warfare
I had been given so many Spirit dreams upon my bed that revealed I was back at school.
We had come face to face with the unknown amidst waves of evil torment intermingled with waves of evil torture. We had been given special discernment to complete the inexplicable witch hunting mission, not to mention the demon gangstalkers!
Who would believe what was actually happening? “What human mind is able to perceive this?” we sighed.
EMF (Electro-Magnetic Frequencies) and high level energy laser beams exploded directly onto mom until she appeared worse than just a speck of hopelessness.
“Who is able to bear it?” she wept in her desperation unto the Father, yet once again she thought that He had forgotten her. Bleeding and broken, so worn and battle-weary, one morning she was given a dream.
She had utterly destroyed an alien and flushed the thing down the toilet, but to her surprise this evil being returned fuming, not to mention the fierceness that billowed out with streaks of fury. The thing had powered up into an enormous super being.
What a colossal of a monster! It stormed through armed with mind-boggling high tech weapons that no human was able to match.
Reader, it was not the thing’s stature that caused everyone present to flee, but the type of weapons were more than overwhelmingly terrifying.
Everyone’s knives and guns appeared like play toys in comparison. What a situation! Our eyes goggled at the sight. We were like ants, like grasshoppers!
As evil upon evil swallowed up the minds of those who showed a clean pair of heels the monster headed straight for mom. In this very grave situation, she opened her eyes feeling very sick, bruised and overwhelmed.
And so it came to pass, each night we faced what manifested infinitely worse than anything expected. “Can it get worse than this?” we sighed. The EMF and radiation turned the more into psychic-electronics mixed with different levels of magic power. What a diabolical combination! Any normal person in their right frame of mind could never dream up these types of silent massacre weapons!
With such demonic inventions, nothing that they intend to do is impossible!
Where does this all come from? Oh yes, absolutely, fallen angel technology polluting the world over to silently cook, torment, torture and massacre humanity into a pulp of nothingness.
One night I prayed, “Lord Jesus will You give us Spirit revelation into this dark matter?”
During that week, mom who had been severely attacked and thus slept most of the time with me, was given a revelation in which she was to participate.
The place in which she lodged had been under extreme surveillance – every movement was being monitored from space. Suddenly, an unexpected death entrapment opened up. The impact startled her so much that she almost suffered lock jaw.
Looking toward the very strong and metre thick concrete and steel structured ceiling, there appeared long lines of laser beams struggling to penetrate the shield. Increased and intense, persistent, super force flashes of explosions from high tech weapons appeared to be coming through. It sounded like a pneumatic drill shaking the roof.
It seemed that the monitoring systems could not pick up exactly where mom was standing. Instead, laser beam explosions ran in consecutive lines across the ceiling of the place. This made it easy for her to dodge them.
Psycho-tronic warfare intensified to levels beyond what any human is able to avoid – this was silent massacre. High levels of different types of magic and different types of psychic warfare manifested night and day. Shhhh… shhhh… shhhh… sounding louder and louder twenty-four hours each passing day until mom faced what was definitely from the bowels of Hell.
We remained utterly sick as psychic demon infestation saturated the air. For this reason she remained in intense prayer. Our badly bruised and battered bodies felt shredded to bits. Sleep left us, and in total despair and desperation, we cried out each passing morning and night before the Courts of Appeal.