Part Four: How I tried to handle astrologers

Here is more about how I tried to handle the astrologers. I’m not doing this writing in order to vent, or to embarrass anyone (although the Lord knows they should be embarrassed to the point of total shame). I’m doing it because, as Sonny and Cher sang, “The beat goes on.” While more and more people are at least beginning to question the dire error of occult beliefs, the damage and the glorification of the wrong and perverted still goes on and on. And so I hope that doing a kind of “core dump” (to use one of my ex husband and my favorite terms) on this subject that I can help those who have not completely lost themselves to the dark.

Before I relate another aspect of how I tried to handle the reincarnation-astrology-psychic cabal with friendship, charity and some positive subversion, I have to explain to you one of my charisms, given to me by the Holy Spirit. From the earliest age I can hear what people are saying and thinking. Now I don’t mean this in a “mind reading” sense, though obviously that is part of it. Rather, I am like the Holy Spirit, because I hover among humans, hearing the overall murmuring of what is going on, what is the state of their souls (don’t ask, that’s not been fun to listen to over the past forty years… the first ten years of my life the sound overall was the best it’s been, and it’s only been downhill since then, at a dire, rapid pace). So I have a constant contact throughout the world and through all people. Let’s call the triumvirate astrology group RAP for short, because I hate typing it all out each time, and it’s droll how that acronym fits them, for a number of reasons. The RAP group would not value this charism, if they had known about it, because they care only about gifts that they can use for manipulative power or money. So they’d much rather “read someone’s mind” or outright spy on their actions than respect what I do. But see, that’s another reason why I have authority and they are profane. God cares more about the state of the world’s souls than anything else, and obviously my ministry was to have been to nudge them back in the right direction, rather than where they were going. So to assume, for example, that I only cared about or was involved with local ethnic groups, for example, is a grave error. I don’t have to read in the newspaper, weep over the bad news, and “donate to good causes” to care about people in China, for example. I have always been there.

Along with this charism comes occasional overhearing of very bad thoughts by people in general and also directed at me. I’ve always heard these thoughts, but because all my authority comes from the pureness of the Holy Spirit, it is unpleasant but kept at a manageable level. Remember, I’ve described in previous blog postings that I was born with full knowledge of and authority to witness to the words and events described in both the Bible and the Qur’an. So I was able to ponder, but not dwell on, for example, the passion and suffering of Jesus Christ before I was five years old. As a result it annoys me greatly when the RAP group has sent in my direction “hints” about the suffering of JC that I’m supposed to “respond” to in some way. I ignore them. Sometimes my avoiding such input might seen “denial” or “squeamish” to them, but obviously if I already know everything there is to know about, well, God and his works, as I was born and also as soon as my human brain could articulate in words the thoughts, one could hardly say I’m either squeamish or in denial of the truth. They are the ones who are so unbelievably warped in their delusions about the “truth,” since they “believe” in the RAP principles, which are all fallacious. So people, obviously not knowing that I have a “dashboard” type of global view of all human’s souls made some really stupid assumptions about what I’m interested in, to say the least.

No one at all knew of this charism, although I inadvertently revealed it once as a child. I’ve told this story before on the blog but now you can link it into my charism for better understanding. I was doing much “work” in this regard one night while I was asleep as a young pre-school child. My mother slept in the same room as me because my father worked night shifts and would come home and sleep in the living room. I was so involved in my “work” that in my sleep I got up, walked to the corner of the bedroom and started making motions. My mother woke and extremely puzzled said, “What are you doing?” I replied, “Picking peaches.” Read about Kuan and peaches on the Internet if you need more enlightenment about my areas of interest and the nature of my work.

So with my “remaining open” to all the world’s souls and my doing my “work,” it was inevitable that I overhear some pretty nasty stuff, both in general and directed toward me. One day I was playing in my back yard on what we called the Jungle Gym (some call the swing set and monkey bars) and I heard and felt the most depraved sexual desire directed toward me by a pedophile man. The Holy Spirit always keeps me sanguine about even the most troubling thoughts and deeds of humans since, well, their depravity is hardly a surprise to anyone. But it was the first example I was given of perversion and animosity directed at me personally. By the way, years later I had genuine in person stalking and attempts to harm me, so it was part of the overall developing RAP pattern.

When I married the man who I married in order to be my bodyguard, since now you can see more clearly, even though I explained this before that I needed one, a huge set of malicious thoughts directed at me commenced and lasted for decades. There’s no nice way to put it, but I could feel people thinking about stabbing my eyes out. I don’t ask for credit or praise a lot, but I wonder how many of you could be as sanguine as I was, enduring decades of those thoughts and feelings (and accompanying genuine physical damage to my eyes). They are so intrusive, unpleasant and personal that I had to talk to someone about them, so obviously I told my husband. Now, remember, no one, including he, had any idea of who I really was (think of me as the “someone with authority to witness”). That’s why I call myself “The Someone” for short. So I presented it to him as being an example of what psychologists call “intrusive thoughts.” He was sympathetic and worked with me on normal human coping mechanisms to redirect the thoughts, which we called “the naughty thoughts” or the “bad thoughts” (just as part of that intimate vocabulary that couples have). But I knew that it was more, and that this would not be sufficient, but being in a human body I had to do something human in origin, and so I did those coping mechanisms and it helped somewhat, but as I said, it persisted for decades. Yes, I’m annoyed, pissed and furious, and so, I can assure you, is God. But I was not put here in order to send hellfire back along the channels that people used to send those thoughts in my direction. God’s got that covered, in his timetable, and in his way.

So you need to know that by the time I tried to handle the RAP group, I had many years of overhearing not so great, and in fact, depraved pagan thoughts about me, and the downfall of the health of the souls of humanity in general. Yet I persisted in trying to engage with the people who are responsible for this global damage and try to witness to them, using their own language, since they had turned away from God and the “institutional church” on their own, in droves. I’m not here to add anything new to what God has revealed and commanded. And so I’m not here to bring people back to the institutional church and to God through new revelations or doing elaborate miraculous X game style “tricks” to impress them. If people leave the institutional church and God then they deserve what will happen to them. I have to be blunt about this, just as the words of God and the Lord Jesus have been very blunt throughout the Bible, and reinforced in the holy Qur’an. So I have plainly refused to be part of the “tricks” and “dueling miracles and dogma” circus that the RAP cabal so dearly admires. It’s all false, the exhibitions and the “miracles” that they manipulate and perform. Anything real and good comes from God, not from the machinations of men or women, boys or girls. I continued to be able to function as an optimistic in nature but frozen in “waiting” witness, even as I was pummeled with sickening thoughts and bodily attacks.

Therefore, you now have a context for understanding this next part of my explanation of how I tried to handle the astrologers. I developed “close” (via the Internet) potential friendships with some of those in the message board who portrayed themselves as “seeking” “fans.” Some wanted to phone me and have phone “consultations.” Several did. And lo and behold, three of the “women” who called me, from widely separated parts of the country, had the exact same voice. I not only never let on that I noticed, but as you now understand, after decades of overhearing the insanity of humans, I wasn’t even curious as to why that was. I didn’t devote one single minute of thinking, “Hmm, are they the same person? And why would they do that?” A culture that had become depraved toward their own little children could do nothing to surprise or excite my curiosity at this point. I continue to function with all people at “face value.” If the same person wanted to pose as three different people, knock yourself out. I continued to think of them as the person that they wished to present themselves as, and this is how I remain a bastion of sanity amidst a world that has collectively lost its mind in falsehood and delusion. No one in the world has what I have. I can and do suffer and mourn what people do, but it does not warp my perceptions, since it comes from God himself to me through the Holy Spirit. I’m what the nutty and dangerous $cientologists would call a “clear,” except of course, clear is my natural condition and there are no stupid reincarnated aliens or past life memories or sprits to clear of from anyone in the first place. But like I said, I like to use the lingo in a respectful way where possible. That never had made my respectful use of the lingo an endorsement of the underlying insane beliefs and totally anti-God and immoral behavior that humans do to one another.

So you need to understand that during the years I tried to deal with the RAP group, and help them be more positive and, well, sane, within their own chosen milieu, I overheard and knew a lot more than I let on, since that’s been one of my charisms throughout this human life. They would put little doses of “hints” and their crazy lore on the message boards, thinking they were directing my “learning” and “enlightenment” about my needed “lessons” (a word I have developed such a loathing for as a result, that you cannot ever begin to understand it, except if I tell you that it’s OK with me if Satan dedicates an entire section of hell labeled “Lessons.”) But all the while I alone know the real state of human souls worldwide, and have endured knowing what is really planned, said and done, directed against me, against the Church, against the unborn babies, and against each other. So some moronic celebrities and depraved psychics masquerading behind their “Gee, golly, gosh I’m so spiritual” facades on the message board did not deceive me at all. This does not mean that I know the mechanisms (who is doing what to whom) because remember, I have a remarkable lack of concern or interest in what flavor of anti-God depravity humans are engaging themselves in. I don’t want to be “friends” with people who are totally plastic and false, and who are no longer able to have a “clear” human thought that is not entangled in a depressive bipolar relativist fantasy writer’s view of the world. I had friends that I cared about in normal human ways: whether they had a good day, how their families are doing, what restaurants they liked, what schools they attend and what subjects they love, and their hobbies. I no longer care about them because their lives are in actuality, “How much did you think you ‘knew’ about who I supposedly was, and how much did you participate in fake activities with real hurtful consequences as a result?” I don’t really care who did what to whom. God knows, God cares, and God is wrathful. All I care about is pissing away my totally wasted life and time waiting for humans, some humans at least, to decide to try to save themselves again, as their ancestors (who are not reincarnated) did, packing heaven with their reality and piety. The RAP group has, however, destroyed the personal persona that I had chosen to bring to humans, one of my charisms that I had kept protected throughout the assaults and harm. I had to send that charism back to sender, God, as it could not maintain its form and existence among falseness. That is why stalkers will notice that in the past several years I have shifted in my language from calling “us” “people” into calling you “humans.” The loving maternal charism of my being among and part of the people is gone. Remember, in the parable of the Prodigal Son. It’s not like the Prodigal son, while he was away and living a dissolute life hired people to go back to his hometown and assault and torment his mother and his father. The loving maternal charism that I had brought and kept protected was unwrapped several years ago and then promptly assaulted (again). God just will not tolerate that and so that gift and charism has been withdrawn from the table. You cannot have missed that as not only did I warn those that could hear that this would happen, but my language and discourse is clearly more of the fire and less of the water, to use a Holy Spirit analogy. You disgusting people. You think you can turn God’s gifts on and off like a switch. You think that you can parade a cute infant past me in the mall and that I will still feel the maternal charism that I kept as best I could under continual daily depraved assault, and now I’m just going to be “alright” again. We can still do a lot of good. But I will never have the maternal charism that I had brought again, because God simply will not allow it to be sullied and manipulated. All that is true simply cannot exist in a vat full of acidic untruth. Truth cannot be destroyed, but it can and does retreat to its natural home, which is heaven.