Table of Contents
| 1. The Battle Is Real |
| 2. Ancestral Spirit – Mantis |
| 3. Existing Star Gates |
| 4. Pure Mermaid Products |
Excerpt
The Battle Is Real
One night, the Holy Spirit prompted mom that we should start praying and so I asked for mighty warring angels to protect us. Instantly, my Spirit eyes opened and I beheld that a mighty Angel had been sent to our house.
The Heavenly Being radiated beams of Light insomuch that I could not see his face. He was clothed in Light as with a Garment of Light, because of the brightness which emanated from the Angel whose hair twinkled and shone with pureness and glory.
As I related this Spirit vision to mom, she encouraged me to pray more fervently. Suddenly, there were very loud, evil noises which drew all of our attention. Within seconds, ponderous sounds of heavy clawing and scraping advanced up to our front door and windows which were wide open.
Without thought mom raised both her hands as we both agreed upon Matthew 18: 18 “In the Name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, we bind and chain this wicked spirit sent to attack us. Warring Angels arrest and chain this wicked spirit, cremate with the flaming sword, in the Name of Jesus.
Reader, there was an instant result, in Jesus’ Name.
So, I continued to receive revelation after revelation that I had proceeded from one class to the next.
Yet in another revelation, I was with a handful of people entering the camping grounds. There were many side trails leading off from the main trail, and so we entered just as our class was beginning.
I was taken into Spirit revelation in which we had arrived at the most terrible scene looming before the handful – a huge, ancient-styled castle, to all appearances a huge city. This enormous structure reached into the sky, and its colour was the blackest of black, reflecting one of its kind.
We shuddered, evil thickened, yet we strode closer and closer. Our minds raced, how could this type of demon-possessed atmosphere even exist! Like well-trained warriors our strides were purposed with discernment.
Our flesh cringed all the more as we carefully inched toward an ancient type of moat. Our eyes were scanning the dark and eerie wooden door adorned with terrible, evil shaped heads and on which round handles were mounted.
The slow-motion, creaking doors caused our jaws to hang on their hinges. Before us sat a very frightful image upon a very huge, black throne.
From the foundation of its throne, there emanated thick, ugly waves which pieced the very molecules of the atmosphere. This beast glared with an intense, electrocuting passion which suffocated the very molecules of the air we breathed.
Its evil eye glowed with evil genius.