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Last time I saw Greg Richardson, my fellow newborn younger brother-in-Christ  Jesus.
He wanted me to write "something on the darker side about howling demons." And 
I promised to write about what actually did happen to me when I was just seventeen 
years old, which was back in 1971.

I used to be tormented by witches both night and day and they wanted me to sell my
immortal soul to the devil which I had no intention of doing even then.  I used to see 
to both see and hear "evil black witches dressed in traditional garb," similar to the
evil witches of both the east and the west in the Wizard of OZ.  But not actually 
the same ones.

I would envision, oppressive dark nights and would wake up and desire to loudly
scream out loud, but I never once did.  But I used to wake up in the middle of the
night and feel both afraid and eternally lost at the same time. But because I was 
also a Christian, Satan and his witches were allowed to go so far and no further.  
I knew exactly how Jesus Christ felt when he was baring the sins of the world
and my own sins on Calvary's Cross but for extremely different reasons.

"My GOD! My GOD why have you forsaken me!"

I felt that GOD, the Father and God the Son and God the Holy Spirit were really
turning their Holy Holy Holy Trinity's divine backs on me.  Which they did.
No man nor woman can serve two masters and in my case you cannot serve both
Satan and God at the same time.  For either you will love the one and hate the other
or you will worship and serve the one and not the other. Because I was spiritually 
blinded in those days, I wrongfully thought I could.

What else did I see? Grave yards and tomb stones and perhaps even my own?
I used to see floating ghosts, but not Casper the friendly ghost.  Did I see yellow
jack-a-lanterns with evil smiling faces? Of course I did.  Did I see lost souls scream
ing in torment? I probably did.  Did Satan move me to slightly cut my wrist because
I really wanted to commit suicide? Yes, he did!

My foster mother was disappointed that I didn't go through with it and the devil really
wanted to take me out cause he knew that I would publicly disclose him for what he
really is:  A liar, a thief and a murderer from the beginning.

You can lose: your relationship and your fellowship with Jesus Christ but not your
salvation. Those who belong to  Jesus cannot be plucked out of his hands not even
ourselves and I will follow Lord Jesus!

Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
9/07/24
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