(2) The Story of a TRUE Ghost Whisper! The Holy Ghost!

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me."

Where do I start? How do I begin to explain the unexplainable? How do I even begin to tell you this incredible story that I have to share with you without laying down some foundation first?

I have spent a lifetime trying to understand it myself. As a young child, I found no comfort from my parents nor any answers to these paranormal events when I reached out for help. I was alone with these experiences, always being sent back into the darkness of my bedroom in fear. I have vivid memories of many of these events from an early age, as well as the memory of strong ridicule by my parents. "Great imagination! You must have been dreaming! Get back to your room! You are just making these stories up so you can come out of your room!"

Errrrrrrrrr...nooooooo...I am running out of my bedroom because something is kicking me from under my bed, dark shadows with hoods are standing in the room staring at me and my pillow is being pulled out from under my head by invisible things. White lights are picking me up from my bed and taking me somewhere, then they are spinning around me, vibrating throughout my entire body, really, really fast and these things are scaring the heebie-jeebies out of me because I am a little child with nobody who knows the true God inside this home to help me.

Being raised with strict Catholicism in our home didn't help me either. There was no room for my truths of what I saw nor any patience for a child like me. Now as an adult, I have never quite understood their reasoning. The Bible is full of stories of Angel visitations, Satan, demons and evil taunting, visions, miracles and I was taught about God, Jesus and the "Holy Spirit. Yes! I said it!

"The Holy SPIRIT! They did say 'Spirit' right? And God is in the spirit world yes? And Jesus performed acts of great supernatural miracles right? But wait a minute here...you say that I can believe in God and the Holy "Spirit" but spirits that I see with my very own eyes don't exist? Let's just say that I was very confused due to these things and I shut down from talking about them due to this mockery and disbelief as a child.

DISCERNMENT

What I did keep with me throughout my life is the ability to know the good from the bad spirits. Discernment is the gift I had and I have had this gift since I was a small child. Apparently God had given me this gift me but I had no idea of what that truly was. When it came to the words in the Bible of 'testing the spirits' I always thought it meant the spirits that I see and most of them were very bad.

I have never stopped believing in God even when I stomped off the path into the darkness often in my life. The truth of God was always there but I would constantly end up on the dark path and I never learned from any of God warnings nor did I pick up a Bible and read! I wish I had because I would have had a much different life and I would have lived a much purer life.

I am not here to convince you, preach to you, prove to you, or force anything down your throat. I am just here to share my experiences and my testimony of the Living God. I am sharing my personal experiences of the supernatural mysteries of God, Jesus and what truly exists. It is your choice to whether you choose to gather these seeds that I leave here in this story but I will tell you that they will help you greatly in the future if you start gathering.

Do I have a full explanation for all of these experiences? Nope. Is there a motive to me sharing many of these stories with you? Yep. I have a strong urge to ignite the flames, and allow you an understanding of the things that are unseen but really do exist in this world. God, Jesus and Satan and his legion of demons do exist. I am no longer afraid of mockery, rejection or being told that I am crazy-loco-"touched.

"Yes, I will agree that I am touched and there is nothing wrong with accepting that I am 'touched' by God. I kinda like that and it's got a great ring to it...don't you think? ;) You can call me God's Girl.

As I have told people throughout the years..."I ain't right" and I laugh but truly I believe that it is okay if 'I aint right' as long as I am 'right' with Jesus.

Desecration of my Jessie's Rosary.
Desecration of my Jessie's Rosary.

Religious relics desecrated

.I am sharing this photograph of my rosary or what is left of it. This rosary belonged to a very good woman named Jessie, she was like a grandmother to me. She was a Christian and spent many hours out of her day praying for others. She was a true believer in God. When she passed away, I had asked her son to give me something special of hers. I was so happy to have received this! It came in a clear box and something warned me that I should not have taken it out of its plastic container but I did anyway.

JESSIE'S ROSARY DESECRATED

I hung Jessie's rosary over my mirror in my truck. Often, I would get into my vehicle and grasp the crucifix with my fingers and say a quick prayer for whomever was on my mind at that moment. I felt very protected by this rosary, silly and superstitious because there is no such thing as a trinket keeping you safe. Only Jesus and His blood can keep you safe. But back then I was not a follower of Jesus and I did not know these things.

I traveled often and I felt that it kept me safe on the road. Jessie loved me and when I was a little girl there were very few people that I knew really loved me and made me feel safe. She was one of God's angels, so this rosary was so meaningful to me. On one occasion, while I was driving, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it fall down. Yes, it was lifted up and around the mirror and dropped down onto the mid-center of my vehicle floor. I smiled when it happened feeling no bad feelings. I placed it back around the mirror and that is where it stayed until I sold the truck. Many years have gone by since that happened and if I knew now what I didn't know then, I would have surely rebuked the devil in Jesus name. I had no clue that these were demonic entities doing this at the time.


God removed everyone from my life and placed HIM first!

During this period, I had some very sad things happen to me in my personal life and I had to sell my truck. I tucked the rosary away and placed it back into its clear plastic container. I ran away wounded deeply by betrayal, pain and great loss of everyone in my life. I jumped a greyhound to Las Vegas to work. Eventually I bought a new vehicle and again, took Jessie's rosary out of the plastic case and hung it around the mirror of my new car. As I was driving one day, I saw my my rosary get violently yanked off the mirror and thrown, smashed at my passenger side door. This time the feeling was very different. I felt the hate and anger of this demonic spirit and it was strong and evil! This I knew and it shook me up pretty badly. I pulled my car over and looked for the rosary. The full ring of the rosary was never found. I could hardly believe it! It freaked me out.

My Jessie's rosary was broken. All that was left were the beads and the crucifix which were still attached but missing the huge ring of beads. Even to this day when I vacuum my car, I still look under the seats hoping to find it. I have no explanation of where it went. My heart tells me that I will never find it and I wasn't supposed to.

I took what was left of her rosary and taped it to the outside of my front door of my condo. Yes, living in Sin City was not really a great place for my Jessie's rosary to be but I felt safe with her rosary on my front door. A bit crazy I suppose but it comforted me and that is all that mattered to me.

GOD'S PLAN! I AM JUST THE VESSEL FOR GOD'S WORK!


I AM WAITING FOR MY TESTIMONY

I pray everyday that the ending result of this story I am sharing will hit the newspapers world wide. I feel very blessed to ignite the power for God and to give my testimony of the truth of Jesus! There is a spiritual war among us! Spiritual warfare exists and for the 'chosen' few that walk in the spirit, they acknowledge this spiritual warfare also. Their eyes just as mine can see what others can't. I know in my spirit and it does give me comfort knowing that they are 'touched by God' also and they understand these words. I am not alone and I will never be alone.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me."

The Most Evil Assault That I Have Ever Witnessed

Six months later, I was helping a man who was legally blind, homeless and down on his luck allowing him to come stay at my home until he could wrap up some financial problems. He was not a believer in God and he had shared with me that he had dabbled most of his young life in the occult, the "dark side." I was telling him the story of how my rosary was thrown and broken by evil forces, hoping for some understanding of it all.

I went to my front door to show him how it was torn apart and I nearly had a heart attack when I took it out from behind the clear plastic tape. The rosary you see in the picture is all that I have left. The top of the cross was bent backwards and when I tried to straighten it out, it broke. The legs of Jesus are no longer together but now ghastly pulled apart in a very lewd and sexual way. I knew that if I tried to squeeze the steel legs back together they would break, so I left them as is. I cried for over an hour over this desecrated cross. Who did this to my rosary?

The blind man in my home told me what type of evil did this and it scared the heck out of him also. I asked him how he could be so afraid, being that he dabbled and knew so much about the "dark" side. He said that he did much reading but had never seen such a thing happen in this world. I know that he was afraid because he didn't have God and only saw the power from one side...the evil side.

It scared me immensely but for different reasons. I hadn't had a demonic attack in many years, with the exception of the rosary being slammed against my door. I was terrified. I was scared because of the 'unknown' which I knew was going to open the doors to 'something'...and that something was not going to be so pleasant. The evil that did that to my Crucifix wasn't done yet and somehow I knew it was not done with me either.

Why did these forces do this to my rosary? As I remarked to my room mate, "Something is very angry with me and I believe it has something to do with you being here in my home." I didn't have any more of an explanation but I was most correct about that assumption. As time went by, him living at my home...many supernatural occurrences happened...full force, especially to him. In the process, he began to believe in God and he was completely shocked at what he experienced inside my home and he got saved!

When evil comes at you full force, it's best to have God on your side. Spiritual warfare does exist my friends, whether you believe it or not. You can not fight it alone, we are mere physical beings of a different vibration, thrown in the midst of the most powerful spiritual energies from the light and of course, from the darkness. There is always a war among us.


The Demons Will Never Take Me From God

POWER OF PRAYER

What I do know is that the power of prayer, the power of the cross/crucifix is a very strong element in this world and that of the spiritual world. Why do you think the satanists use the cross in their rituals? Because they know the huge power behind the cross also! Personally speaking, the cross stands for all of my beliefs in Jesus and God...salvation...the power of the blood of the Christ, goodness, love, something that the opposite forces hate and always will. Am I surprised that they did this to my cross? Nope. Am I afraid? Nope. God knows who did this to my Jessie's cross and he knows it wasn't me.

They may break and desecrate my cross's but they can never break my spirit and my connection with Jesus and God! As for the reasons behind this assault as I call them, I believe that God's destiny was in the making and these demons were fighting against it, against me and trying their best to scare my room mate into leaving. It didn't quite work out that way in the end.


The Rosary That Was Flung at Me

The Bowling Alley

THE PREGNANT LADY AND HER SON--FEBRUARY 2010

Saturday morning I walked into the bowling alleys of a private city club and was shocked to see a beautiful pregnant woman sitting with her two and a half year old son at the lanes by themselves.

What a beautiful sight to see the profile of Mommy holding her son on her lap, one of his little hands was slipped down the front of her shirt and the other resting on Mommy's pregnant bulge. They were smiling at each other, his little face looking up at his Mommy with almost an angelic smile to his face. I felt bad to have interrupted this tender moment between them.

I smiled and said good morning, introducing myself.

"Ahhhh your having a girl...when are you due?" I said delighted!

"I am having a girl?" she stared at me in shock. "No-no-I don't want a girl, I want another boy," she said somewhat upset with what had strangely and unexpectedly shot out of my mouth.

"Oh I don't know why I said that...I am tired and I just assumed..." I tried to apologize, shocked at my big fat mouth and she stopped my words abruptly-staring intently into my eyes as she spoke.

"No, you said it matter of fact that I was having a girl...I just don't want to have to deal with what I was like for my Mother..." She tried to look as if she wasn't bothered by what I had just said--but I was.

"Let me get you some bowling shoes-black shoes are not allowed on the alley," I quickly changed the topic, smiled and asked what sizes they both wore. Hearing the sizes, I spun around and jumped the four steps into the back side room--where the shelves of bowling shoes were stacked on four shelves--searching intently for Mommy and her baby's shoe sizes. I quickly found them; snatching both pairs from the open top shelf...zipping back out to the alley-down the stairs and handing them to her smiling.


HE NEEDS A LARGER SIZE

"He needs a bigger size-they aren't fitting," Mom said to me, quickly handing one of the shoes and the little one handing over the other to me.

I quickly jumped the steps again and went back to the shoe shelf. Standing about a foot from the shelf, I placed the size 2 baby shoes back on top-in the empty place-staring-scanning the sizes for a 3 or 4. BAM! Something hit me in the ankle and I heard the spontaneous noise of something drop on the ground. What the heck! I had only been standing there looking at shoe sizes-what the heck?

I stared down at my feet and I could hardly believe what was laying between my feet-in between my black work shoes. I started to shake-my mind was trying desperately to compute what had just happened-but I was in shock by this-truly-in shock from what I was staring at. As I stared down at my feet-my eyes started to fill with tears and my body began to shake-my ears were ringing-I almost thought I was going to pass out at that second.

"Am I going crazy?"

Bending down, my shaking hand reached and picked up the Rosary from between my feet-my hands trembling out of control and my heart pounding in my throat. I stood for uncounted time-just staring at this rosary..."I am not crazy because it is tangible and in my hands," I kept saying to myself. I had almost forgotten why I was in the back room-trying to gain my composure-again I looked for the little boy's shoe size and snatched them from the top shelf. "Maybe this is the little boys and it was in the shoe when he handed it to me?" My mind continued to look for any logic as I stepped out of the back room and approached the woman.

"Is this yours or your son's Rosary?" I asked her with hopeful eyes.

"No" she said, staring back into my tear filled eyes.

"It was thrown at my feet back in the back room and I thought maybe he had placed it in the shoe..." I tried to gain my composure....but was clearly rambling...

"No...it is not ours. Oh my someone has blessed you.." she said, her voice sounded strange and she was staring at me as if I was a weirdo...maybe not...but that is how I felt at that moment. Confused-feeling as if I was stuck in some unbelievable movie--I still feel this way as I type this story--it is just so unbelievable to me. No...nobody was blessing me...getting a rosary slung at you and trying to make you confused is not really a 'blessing' in my book. LOL

My mind was softly nurturing me..Trying to calm me..I was trying to understand...as I stared at the plastic brown rosary that had been slung at my feet. I quickly gathered it and put it into the side pocket of my tuxedo vest-pushing the confusion-the questions from my mind--but only for the moment.


SEARCHING FOR AN ANSWER

I found the female co-worker and showed her about the Rosary inquiring if there was a funeral. Okay, I know that I am grasping at straws right now. The male bartender that I have known for years finally came in on his shift and I asked him about the Rosary. His answer?

"Yes, there is a Rosary that is on the back of the second shelf and it has been there for about twenty years...why?"

"Are you sure that it was on the second shelf in the back?" I asked him, somewhat relieved to know that this rosary hadn't just showed up out of thin air.

"Yes Ghostwhisper. It has been in the back of that second shelf for years! Yes! Why?"

"Because it was slung out at me, hitting my ankle." I hesitated not understanding how this rosary got slung out at me like that and hitting me hard! It scared me. " I am keeping it just so you know." He nodded. I can assume that after twenty years nobody will be coming to claim this plastic rosary. I was confused of why this happened, and especially after twenty years in the back of that second shelf. Why was that rosary thrown at my feet God? What does this mean? I kept asking God throughout the next few hours. I asked the very same question over and over with no answer. Apparently it is the 'darkness' doing this to me, trying to torment me some more. UGH.

Unbelievable to me! Truly it is just unbelievable the demonic things that I am seeing! I am still shocked. What I believe about this rosary getting slung at me? Again, as I saw with the demonic attacks over and over for four months prior to moving to Billings Montana. I do know that the spiritual world of darkness, the demons and the devil DOES see and know those believers who follow Jesus, especially seeing them brighter when they are fulfilling their purpose in God's perfect will. These demons hate it! The demons will do anything they can to destroy what God's divine purpose is in the followers of the Lord.


THE DEVIL CAN SEE THE LIGHT INSIDE THE FOLLOWERS OF JESUS

People have stated that this is not true but I have to tell you this my friends, it is true. The demons do see who is anointed by the Lord and I can assure you that even though demons are NOT omnipresent and all knowing as God is, they surely DO know who the sheep of the Lord's are. They also know who the anointed ones are as well as the Elect. They are trying to kill them off! They are trying to stop them! They know that all those anointed ones are going to bring many to Jesus and they despise and hate God and they hate these two with a rage and fury that you do not want to know. The demons see all those who have the light of God in them.

Every believer is a LIGHT some stronger than others, 'bright and brighter.' The devil is darkness and he surely can see the light and he most certainly can see the ones that blast him in his lying face with the Lord's brightness! Does that make sense to you now? Don't keep your light hidden! Blast the devil's lying face with it!

The rosary hitting me means nothing and it had nothing to do with God. It had to do with the demons being very angry and apparently they are just a little twisted that they will not stop God nor me no matter what they do to me! I will admit that these things are just plain creepy and I wish I could find someone down here to help me to understand.


THE GREAT I AM

Follow the Pattern!

The Ignition of a Flame

Nazi's Hidden Among Us

Many of you who are reading this may be quite confused by this story. I had written this on the instructions of God for His own perfect will and His own perfect appointed time. It has been seven years that I have been waiting for God to fulfill what He told me that He would fulfill. God does not lie and He always is faithful. Seven years of a walk in this fire with only God to protect me and guide me.

I have numbered the stories by chapters. Start from the beginning and read chapter to chapter and do not skip around or you will miss what God is showing you. It will allow you an understanding, a basic foundation of me, my life, my spiritual experiences with God, the demons and the devil. I pray that God allows you to grasp the full profound spiritual meaning of my story and how this all happened and where it started! This is the first part of my testimony of the Living God, Jesus Christ. It started with a prayer to God and it was activated in the spiritual and manifested in the physical.

Due to many, many things involved in this story, Politics-corruption-Nazi's and of course ...good versus evil...you will see my series in many categories. I am not quite sure where to put them due to so many variants. I will scatter them as if they are leaves on a windy day-hoping that the very lucky will get a chance to view "History in the making" and above all..to witness God's justice...prophetic and a warning to all who have not called upon Jesus as Messiah.

May God bless you!

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