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Dreams, Visions, Day-mares and Nightmares part one

Let's start out with my nightmares, I used to have them revolving around jack a lanterns that got so horrific, for numerous years I was unable to even look at a carved Halloween pumpkin. And Halloween is now, by far, my least favorite of all holidays. It's one dedicated to Satan and his minions. What's the other holiday associated wrongfully with Lent that originated in Paris France and is also celebrated in New Orleans. Cities such as Seattle, Washington call it by it's name of Fat Tuesday. It's none other than Mardi Gras. All because, people want to celebrate sinning, just before they celebrate Lent and have to repent of their sins. "Who do they think they are fooling by trying to serve two masters" both Satan and GOD Almighty! Causing them to hate one [usually GOD, the Father] by serving the other. [Most likely Satan, because they love him, for giving them their deceitful pleasures of sin for a small season. And, because they don't want to be held accountable to, Jesus Christ for their unrepentant sins and their abominable inequities.] Because of my involvement with the occult in my youth, I would also get my nightmares revolving around black witches flying on broom sticks while loudly cackling and taunting me by saying, "They were gonna drag me kicking and screaming into hell where I rightfully belonged!" Because I rightfully belonged to them, they didn't like my trying to walk the Christian life, by following Jesus Christ instead! Whenever they tormented me, I tormented them back by repeating over and over again, "Go to church just any church, by becoming born again Christians!" This current Ambassador for Jesus Christ, your Watch woman on the wall, this political and/or spiritual commentator, this story teller, this poet and/or writer, this servant and close personal friend of Jesus Christ--highly recommends warmly embracing Him as your personal Lord and Savor and leaving far far far behind you: the world, the flesh and the devil! Does this writer and this commentator have any current day mares? The answer is unfortunately yes but I know the source of their origins! None other than Satan, himself. He cannot drag me into hell but he is trying to make my life a 'hell on earth.' I have seen visions of myself: as being a: small dark shadowy figurine that's surrounded by red hot fiery side walls; free falling into hell! Your Watch woman on the wall! Roxanne Lea Dubarry, Roxy Lea 1954/ October Country February 06, 2024

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