I don't know if you have noticed the hatred from people lately, but it's over the top. Since I have posted a couple audios on YouTube, I have been attacked more than usual. For starters, I am never given a rest from the constant struggle with my electronics. One of my subscribers, who has now become a good brother-in-Christ friend of mine, sent me an iPhone to use for my audio posts. I was able to post a few readings from my book, but within a month, the phone has completely shut down and refuses to turn back on. I had then resorted to using a tablet but with far worse results. Of course I have been greatly disturbed by this. I guess I am making a blanket apology for the quality of my audios. Somehow, my perpetrators have been able to slow down my voice to where I sound like I'm half asleep, not to mention the added nasal sound as if I have a clothes pin clipped on my nose.
This past month, since posting the audio readings, one of my dogs, Vinny, has developed a nasal growth on the top of his nose. It appears to be a bone that is getting larger by the day. Five days ago, I took him to the Animal Welfare League in Chicago, after making an appointment on the landline, standing in my mother's kitchen. This was not a good idea, as I am constantly listened to in the house, as well as over the telephone. This gives the perps ample time to send a sheriff deputy (a badge is always an added scare tactic) to the veterinarian on staff, to be sure I get lousy service and am charged nearly double for something ridiculous. I am assuming it was a sheriff deputy, because I have a long history of this particular agenda taking place by a uniformed perpetrator wearing a badge. It could have been Chicago PD.
After a short wait, the staff veterinarian walked into the room and, in a robotic-type fashion, told me there was nothing that could be done for my dog and that it was just a matter of a short time before I'd have to put him down; he never touched the dog nor even looked at him! It was as though the guy was reading a script. There was no emotion in his face; his voice was flat; his delivery was evasive, and as he apologized for the horrific diagnosis, his eyes grew dark and cold. Upon leaving I was sold $108 worth of antibiotics and pain killers and told to hope for the best, in a nonchalant type of way. It was the biggest waste of time and money that I've spent since the last time I tried to get one of my dogs taken care of by a veterinarian. Last year, my little dog, Vinilla, had a high fever. After a slew of tests and a $600 bill, there was no answer for her condition. She was given antibiotics and recovered in three days. This is how they cause me financial hardship and heartache. It is both supernatural and natural; spiritual and carnal. They focus on matters of the heart and hit below the belt.
The neighbors were anxiously waiting outside around my mom's house when I returned home. As Vinny and I drove up, they were gathered for a community 'feeding frenzy' in hopes I would be functioning on a low frequency by harboring emotions like hopelessness and despair. Demons like when we are operating at a low energy level, trudging through the day with suicidal thoughts; it gives them energy. Little did they know that they wouldn't feed off me that day. They didn't know what had happened after I left the Animal Welfare League building, got into my van and waled for five minutes, while hugging Vinny. They didn't know that Jesus would step in. As I proceeded to drive to the nearest corner, where I turned right, there stood a huge church with a large lit up marquee. It boldly read, "I trust you, Jesus". This was my message from God, after being bamboozled by Satan's workers--those demons that jump in and out of people for the sake of gang stalking and harassing us.
This was second time I was given a written message from The Lord during a time of despair. It happened five years ago, as I headed to the Columbus, Georgia hospital where my dad would receive his last blood transfusion before dying. The perpetrators in Pine Mountain and Hamilton were set in place around my home, waiting for his death so they could put me through further hell in order to steal his money and Chevy Suburban. I was so alone, beat up, and sad as I drove to that hospital when I saw a huge billboard on the side of the road that read "TRUST GOD". I looked for that billboard umpteen times after that but could never find it.
Anyway, back to Vinny: So when I jumped out of the van upon returning home, I had a smile on my face and a pep in my step. I knew Jesus was going to hold my right hand through whatever it was I'd have to go through. The following morning when Vinny and I went for a brisk walk, while it was snowing, three different people drove by, slowed down and stared at me with hatred that you could cut with a chainsaw. They were demons, unhappy with the seal of God that I wear when I cling to Jesus. Their witchcraft curses, hexes and vexes don't work on me as readily as they used to; though, they still put me through the mill, I must admit. As I cling to Jesus, they starve, because I function on a higher frequency of energy. I run on a level of trust, hope, mercy, grace, love, and joy. The joy-thing is something I'd like to have more of, and I'm working on that.
Vinny needs help, but the evil spirits won't allow me to get it through this world's system. I don't ask people to pray for him; though you can if you feel it in your heart to do so. I lay hands on his nose as I "decree & declare", "bind and loose", and do those things that Jesus taught us to do, using His name. The Holy Spirit has led me to order some high potency joint supplements for him. He seems to be happy and full of life. Throughout the day, when the darkness tries to take me down, so they can feed off me, I softly whisper, "I Trust You, Jesus".
Oh, and for the record, as soon as I find the right equipment, I will continue making audio readings of my book; I may even amp it up and do some videos That should really irk them as I continue on as one of God's servants. ###