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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

My Angel Story

I was 20 years old, in college at the U. of Washington. This crazy Pentecostal Christian lady had led me to Christ at the end of my Sophomore year. We decided that it would be nice if I could move in with her the following Fall quarter so we could go to church together, pray, and study the Bible. I already spoke in tongues. One night while visiting her house I was lying in bed asking God how anything so weird and supernatural could ever happen to someone like me. By way of answer, I saw a vision in light just above my head. It was the Scripture "Luke 3:16." I jumped up, turned on the light, and grabbed my Bible and see what it said. "NIV - John answered them all, 'I baptize you with water. But one more powerful than I will come, the thongs of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire.'" So when I actually knelt at the metal chair in the church prayer room, surrounded by some ladies willing to 'pray me through,' I had that promise with me.

Darlene and I prayed all summer that my roommate Carol would come back from Olympia, WA and tell me that she wanted to move out or something. I didn't want to leave her holding the bag, having to pay the rent by herself. I didn't want to be selfish. Nothing happened all summer. Carol returned, and I had to face the music. One night I wandered into the living room of our basement apartment. Carol was fast asleep in her bedroom. I got on my knees and prayed a prayer of dedication to God and told him that tomorrow morning I would tell Carol. I prayed that it would be alright and not a bad testimony that would be a stumbling block to her.

In the morning, I broke the news. Carol told me that that in the night she had had a dream. She and I and an angel were standing in the living room. The angel was very tall, wearing a white robe. It had wings. It was talking to Carol in a language she didn't understand, but she knew exactly what was going on. She nodded, then she and the angel shook hands. The angel put his arm around my shoulder and he and I went out the front door. So when Carol awoke that morning, she knew that I would be leaving that she had assented to it the night before.

How do I know that the entity I left with was really an angel and not just a spirit guide? Or a demon, or an alien? Why do angels need wings, why wear white robes? For answers to those questions, see my next blog.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Cycles of oppression and deliverance

Psalm 14:1 is famous for the line, "Fools say in their hearts, 'There is no God.'" This is the psalm often cited where the Lord looks down on mankind and sees that "there is no one who does good." We evangelicals use the passage to point out that no one can be good enough to earn their way into heaven.

However, there is another theme in the psalm. In spite of the apparent negative judgment on all of mankind, God still has His people, and those who call on His name are often persecuted, sometimes for long periods of time, by the fools who deny God's existence. The question arises, "How can a mighty God allow His own people to suffer at the hands of evil-doers? "They eat up my people as they eat bread, and do not call upon the LORD" (v. 4). Picture an Israelite woman in Egypt. She has just had a gorgeous baby boy who is perfectly healthy and shows signs of precociousness. The Egyptians burst into the house, rip the babe from her arms, and throw him to the alligators in the Nile. The baby screams until it drowns. The mother screams and cries, but it does her no good. An alligator notes the disturbance in the water and glides toward the little body. That is the time when one is tempted to curse God and give up their faith. This horrendous persecution may have gone on for decades before Israel became the only massive group of Asiatics other than the Hyksos to escape Egyptian bondage and become a major, persistent, national state in history.

Picture Ann Frank and all the other Jews who died naked in German gas chambers? Bodies thrown into pits. The men and women freed from concentration camps were walking skeletons. Ps. 14:5 reads, "They (the wicked who deny God) shall be in great terror, for God is with the company of the righteous." The German Nazis would certainly have laughed at that in 1943 or '44. "Where is your God, O foolish Jews, you scum who are not fit to live. You are vermin. Your God is dead!" But when the German cities finally began to burn, hell came down to earth. Those who designed the ovens and allowed the Jews to be sent away had to watch their neighborhoods, and many of their neighbors, be reduced to ashes.

When you are one of those who do believe in God, you also have to believe that His plans don't just cover the next 5 weeks or 5 years. We have to think of 5 generations. We have to believe that God turns every apocalypse of our lives into something worthwhile. Job cried out, "He knows the way that I take; when He has tested me, I shall come out like gold" (Job 23:10). (Gold is purified in the fire.) Job 8:13, 14 indicates that the way of the wicked will perish. "Their confidence is gossamer, a spider's house their trust." Meaning that they are putting their trust in a spider's web.

Both the Egyptians and the Germans seemed invincible at some point in the cycle of oppression, but the little guy survived to not only be delivered from oppression, but to come out on the other side immensely stronger than if the problem had never arisen. The Bible is not a book of spider webs. It is surefire tested in the furnaces of history. Those who trust in it will come forth like gold, sometimes tomorrow, sometimes somewhere down the line.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Her dearly departed husband and the locked safe

(A fictional story, but it could happen) A tall, slender woman wearing dark, discreet clothing attended a public meeting where the guest speaker is a famous medium. Thirty or so guests are thrilled to hear from mothers, fathers, children, and buddies who have gone on to eternity before them. Tears flow as misunderstandings are straightened out and love and forgiveness is expressed between the living and the dead, some who departed this plane quite a few years ago. Finally it is her turn to contact her beloved of 26 years. Dabbing at her eyes, she explains that her darling died 6 months ago, but only he knew the combination to the safe and he never told anyone else what it was. He said it was written down somewhere but she has not been able to find it. There is $10,000 in cash in the safe. Could the medium contact her honey and see if he can tell her where it is? Also, she wants him to know that she clings to the knowledge that someday they will be together again in eternity.

The medium focused on Arnold Z. Being an accomplished sensitive, the whole akashic record of the man's life arose before him. "I have bad news about that safe combination," he stated. "I see your husband right now. He has reincarnated. His parents live in Columbus, Ohio, and right now his mother is putting powder on his bottom. He accrued some karmic demerits in his marriage with you because he was very controlling, so he is going to have a tough life in Ohio to make up for it. His dad will abandon the family and the teen age boy, now named Todd, will wind up in Juvey, and later jail. He will marry 3 women before he dies, all for the improvement of his soul. He's a charmer... they will all love him. When he does die, you will be a 12 year old girl in Atlanta. So don't wait for Arnold when you die because you might have to fight for him and it's not worth it. Anyway, he won't ever be Arnold again. Arnold's personality will meld with Todd and in the future he will be Todd with a shade of Arnold... mostly Arnold's obsessions and problems but with Todd's new twist. So, as for the safe... best just rent a blow torch.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Ted Rice Story, Part II

In my last post, I published a snippet from the story of a psychic and alien abductee Ted Rice, as told by by a UFO researcher. Ted was so stressed by his experiences, and so exhausted from lack of sleep, that he at one point checked himself into a psych ward. Finally he began to work with a hypnotherapist to uncover what was really going on in his life. It took multiple sessions to get past what researchers recognize as screen memories. The aliens, being very secretive, don't want their deeds fully known or understood, so they program the mind, through a process similar to hypnotic suggestion, to forget what occurred during the abduction. To aid in the abductee's cooperation, a screen memory may replace the real event, so that it's possible that the abductee might live their entire life and not really know what was happening to them or to their friends, neighbors, parents, or their children.

Ted's therapist was familiar with the phenomenon of screen memories, and Ted had an axe to grind, so the two of them pressed into his experiences relentlessly, until at last the last screen was torn away. It was 40 years almost to the month when Ted realized what had happened when he was 8 years old. His beloved grandma had come to visit. The whole family lived in the Bible belt and attended church each Sunday, but grandma was the one really in touch with Jesus. She was a warrior. She and Ted had an appalling encounter in which Ted heard an angry voice arguing with her. He later asked who that mean man was. She answered, "That was the devil, Teddy, but don't you worry, I took care of him." Two days later she died of a massive stroke.

Ted became psychic in later years. He became a professional medium, giving regular readings and teaching New Age concepts. He trusted his spirit guides, so he was wondering why, when the abductions and UFO visitations began, they never explained to him what was happening. They just didn't seem to have anything to say about the matter. Then when a really ugly, non-human guide named Volmo showed up to teach Ted how to walk through walls, etc. the spirit guides of a good friend told him that Volmo was OK. Trustworthy.

However, when Ted was 48, during a hypnotic regression, he met Volmo again. He saw himself at the age of 8. He and his Grandma were in some kind of parallel space confronting a reptilian alien who was battling for Ted's soul. Somehow the alien seemed to require that the grandmother release her power of protection over the boy. The grandmother rebuked the creature in the name of Jesus and stood between Ted and it. The reptilian reeked of evil and stunk like an open grave. Grandma fought to protect her grandson from harm. (The adult Ted figured later that the reptilian was probably his old 'friend' Volmo.) Both humans were harmed that night. It seemed that Grandma lost. What was learned, however, was that the aliens, if that is what they really are (probably not), can appear as any human. Ted's deceased grandfather appeared that night, but it wasn't really him. The aliens can also cause humans to hear and see and feel whatever they desire, whatever can tempt, confuse, or terrify. Like the serpent of old, the reptilian offered the grandmother eternal life, youth, beauty, healing knowledge, and even the return of her departed husband.

But forty years later, Ted dedicated his life to exposing the deception. The psychic readings, the spirit guides, the special knowledge, the deceit that the earth is in trouble and the aliens are here to help, etc, etc. All a lie.

Due to the regression of others, Ted also learned that 'aliens' can simulate Jesus Christ or other religious figures. I've known that for years. That does not mean that there is no Jesus. It just means that we need to examine our religious visions and revelations very carefully, as the New Testament warns us, to ascertain if they are of God or are from another spirit. Ted's faith in his traditional beliefs, so newly regained, was deeply shaken in those days. What he should have understood is that warriors aren't defeated just because they are wounded or even die. God's plans aren't all resolved in a day or a week. They can cover the span of decades.

Recently on the web I received a mathematical forward. It goes like this:
5 + 2 = 10; 7 + 2 = 63; 6 + 5 = 66; 8 + 4 = 96; So what is 9 + 7? Not wanting to spend a great deal of time on the problem, I look at it like this... 9 + 7 = 16. Just because the other sums are incorrect, doesn't mean I can't get an accurate resolution to the last equation.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

The Ted Rice Story, Part 1,

Ted Rice was a well-known psychic who became an alien abductee, which eventually so horrified and stressed him that he had a nervous breakdown. After his recovery, he was still trigger happy. This hilarious scene was the only funny part of the book about his life. In my next blog, I'll share the not-so-funny part. For the source for this blog and the next, check out Karla Turner's Masquerade of Angels, but understand that it's a very spooky book. Here is a link to download, http://freepdfebookstodownload.blogspot.com/2010/10/masquerade-of-angels.html.

In desperation, he began to surround himself with
religious objects every night before retiring. He covered the
bed with a total of eleven Bibles, he slept clutching a large
wooden cross for protection, and he kept a small night light
turned on in the corner of the room. Ensconced in the middle
of all this paraphernalia, Ted fervently prayed himself to
sleep, but it was a fitful sleep.

One particular night, when Larry had turned up the heat
in the trailer, Ted was so sweaty that he stripped the heavy
covers from his bed and went to sleep with only a sheet over
his body. The eleven Bibles were spread all around, the
wooden cross was firmly in hand, and overhead the ceiling
fan stirred a breeze to cool him even more.

He had finally drifted off to sleep, so he was not aware
when his cat, Grandma, came silently into the room looking
for a spot on the bed where she could curl up for the night.
Grandma had always slept with Ted, but since his return
from Barbara’s the cat had temporarily abandoned her usual
space beside him at night.

She must have decided to overlook his weird behavior
that night, because she was back. The cat looked around at all
the books on the bed, and unable to see a clearing, Grandma
leaped over the mess and landed right on top of Ted.
“Aaaahhh!” he screamed in panic, certain that the aliens
were back to get him. He flailed up from the bed, scattering
Bibles in every direction and brandishing the wooden cross
as if it were a sword.

The sheet flew up and caught on the rotating fan blades,
circling like a spinning ghost above him, and Grandma dived
for cover. In the dark, Ted had no idea what was moving
around him, but he beat defensively at the unknown invader,
slapping the cross down again and again, rebuking in all
directions, as the creature dived here and there trying to
escape the attack.

“Aaaahhh!” he screamed again, and the cat squalled out
in pain as the sheet swept back and forth across Ted’s bobbing
head. The great commotion woke up Larry, who came hurrying
down the hall toward Ted’s bedroom. He barged through the
open door, and when he saw the ghostly sheet swirling
around in the dimly lit room, Larry screamed out, “Haints!
Haints!”

Pandemonium reigned, with Larry shouting, Ted screaming,
and Grandma squalling, all at the top of their lungs.
Somebody finally managed to turn on the light, and at last
Ted could see just what had invaded his sanctuary. Grandma
saw her moment to escape and tore off down the hallway,
with Larry in hot pursuit. Ted hurried after them, still clutching
the cross, but it was quite a while before they could catch
the frightened cat and make sure she was not harmed.
Things calmed down at last, and Ted had a good laugh at
himself and his paranoia. He and Larry cleaned up the mess
in the bedroom and tried to get back to sleep for the rest of
the night.

“My mama always said that white people were strange,”
Larry shook his head, walking back to his room. “She doesn’t
know the half of it.”
____________________________

My UFO studies have caused me to greatly appreciate two passages in Psalm 3. Verse 3 reads, "But You, O Lord, are a shield for me, my glory and the lifter of my head." Verse 5 says, "I lie down and sleep; I awake again for the Lord sustains me." Psalm 4 also connects safety and sound sleep. God keeps me safe. And even when I am not safe, I am in His hands. He can turn all things to a good purpose and make my life meaningful.