The Faith Centre [Pentacostal/ C3 Church], Darwin, The Northern Territory, Australia.
I was staying amongst boxes at the Aralia Street unit, that the company now had up for sale, along with another unit in the same block. I chose an estate agent, by the name of Annabelle Miles, for the job of selling the two units. I tidied up and cleaned out the unit, at Progress Drive and half expected Boscani Residential in Darwin, to cause trouble, in relation to the situation, which they did, by lying to the landlord, that I had not cleaned the unit, who then threatened to sue me.
Neville and another church member, had helped me move my boxes and a few old pieces of furniture, from Progress Drive to Aralia Street. I lived in between the boxes and began to regularly attend Kim's church [The Faith Centre/ C3 Church], during the mornings and evenings. In between selling the company's assets, paying out the bank loans, purchasing the property for the cows and Cody and signing it over to the church, I lived with Pushkin, retrieved from Pam Ahern of Edgar's Mission, my new puppy, Banjo and a kitten, 'Princess', that I had purchased from the RSPCA in Darwin, inbetween crates and boxes, with a basic makeshift office and internet connection. And we weren't alone. Day by day, The Dragon & Co. had been either waiting for me outside the unit, or harrassing me, from inside the unit.
Pushkin, Banjo And Princess, Living Among The Boxes, Aralia Street, Nightcliff, NT.
It appeared chaotic, but at least I was one step, towards the long haul, in finally setting up a permanent safe place, for the cows and Cody. Now all that had to be done, was to sell off the company assets, in order to purchsase the property, for the animals, with Neville having already signed the paperwork. While I was organising all this, I found out that there were special requirments, in order to have the ten cows, transported to the NT, so from memory, I had to look into tags and a specific veterinary report. It was touch and go for a while, but I ended up completing what was required, by the Department of Agriculture, in order to have the animals legally travel, from state to state and then from state to territory.
The Ten Black Angus Cows And Cody, Rylstone, NSW, Before Being Transported To Edgar's Mission.
I also had the transporter lined up, to check the cows and Cody, but he was being thwarted by Fran Lawson, a volunteer of Pam Ahern's, who had them on her property, standing on rocks, to cripple them, so they would be unable to be transported to The Northern Territory. First they wanted the animals, then they didn't. Now, when I went to organise the pick up, they wouldn't let me do it. In otherwords, whatever I did, they simply did the opposite thing. It was a case of demons working overtime, and so, on top of everything else, it looked as if I was going to have to go to court, in Melbourne, in order to have my animals returned.
Makeshift Office, With Agriculture Pamplet, Aralia Street, Nightcliff, NT.
How They Tried To Stop Me Going To Attending The Church
In the early stages of being saved or returning to Jesus, aside and apart from the organisers, I was always the first to arrive at The Faith Centre and the last to leave. While I quickly ascertained, that no one related to my experiences, I felt that I really had no where else to be, or to go. I was also DESPERATE for as much Biblical knowledge as I could get. In between the church services, I read The Bible that I had been given, day and night and when I wasn't reading it, I listened to Christian Radio [97.5?] to Christian rock and preachers like Joyce Meyers, Chuck Missler and Greg Noory. I was feeding my spirit, by grabbing everything on the table, as fast as I could. At this stage, I had no preference or discernment, in regards to what I was absorbing. To me it was all welcome. It was all good. In the meantime, The Dragon was showing me more 'signs', about babies and weddings:
He was very sardonic with regards to his sense of humour. When I relayed, what he was communicating to me, back to Kim at church, she laughed, thinking it funny. Exasperated, I responded, "You think he's funny, but he wants to murder me ..."
I was only to find out, a lot later on, that this 'wedding', that The Dragon was refering to, was about being a bride of Christ, as in his 'church' and that me being pregnant, with a child, was in regards to Revelation 12, where I assumed that the woman [as the church of Christ], was about to give birth, [to the spirit of Christ].
Email From The Dragon [With My Notes Added At The Time], Sent Shortly After I Attended The C3 Church.
I was threatened by The Dragon & Co., that if I attended the church, that they [the local 'powers'] would go on a killing spree. Two days later, the pastor, Steve Rowe, announced that another pastor in Darwin, that they had known, had died in a car accident, by being 'dragged out of the car, along the highway'. Then, a few weeks after that, a congregation member, suffering from long term cancer, who was about to start a support group, within the church and with whom, I had only just chatted with briefly, at a bookstand in Casuarina, suddenly died. A few weeks or so, after that, a church leader's husband, died of a heart attack. She had only just been talking to me about her husband, concerned that he was not a Christian. He was only young, so the death had been a shock, to the congregation. The Dragon then attempted to make me feel personally responsible, for the deaths, because, I had brought the demons to the church with me, so people had died as a result. I mentioned this to Kim and she told me, 'not to say anything'. A sign with the word KUDOS (honour, glory, acclaim), was placed before me and my ministering angel, who was a holy angel of God, advised me, not to give the adversary any KUDOS.
The Dragon Used The Word 'Saints', To Refer To Christians And 'Cats', To Refer To Mackenzie And Boots.
Then something under my car bonnet blew up on the way to church, so that my car broke down in the church carpark. I was thrilled, however, when Neville, a church leader, was kind enough to fix the problem for me. It was an unexpected kindness.
Another Email From The Dragon, Sent Shortly After Something My Car Exploded, On The Way To Church.
Another time, on the way to the church, I somehow lost my focus, just for a moment, turning right into a side street, that lead to a coldesac, before the church turn off. Once I realised my mistake, I saw a car parked in the dead end, with the number plate [TITFORTAT]. It was The Dragon, giving me tit for tat, by making me lose my concentration for a moment. This was followed by [YEEHARR] Yeeharrr, [JC 000] Jesus Christ Emergency and [DOLLY1] The Dragon refered to me as his Pet Doll. In my mind, I heard the telepathic thought, in conjunction, with what I used to refer to as; external synchronicities. This was also followed my creepy stuiff happening at the Aralia Street Unit such as a crack in the concrete opening up right outside the double glass door entrance and hundreds of black flies oozing out of it. At the time, I thought, this is just like the movie 'The Amytiville Horror'. Then, one day, from the inside of the unit, I watched a whirly wind [a dust devil], manifest outside the double glass door and utilise dead leaves, twigs and the like, in order to make various 'patterns' on the concrete, in order to get my attention.
Pastor Sue Rowe had said something personal to me, before I attended the church and she was correct, so I assumed that she and her husband, Pastor Steve Rowe, must have been psychics. I was told that any such "gifts", that people had in C3 Pentacostal Church, including odd behaviours, such as people groaning and/ or shrieking, while rolling around on the floor, were caused by The Holy Spirit, but to me, it was the just same as the mediums, at The Arthur Findlay College, but less controlled and more chaotic. Whenever I arrived at the Church, weird things began to happen. Some guy sat next to me and started tapping his leg up and down, with a force that had the floor moving. I changed my seat. Then another woman came over and collapsed, almost onto my legs. Again, I moved back away, a seat or two.
We Will Fall Down In Praise At The ET Ships
At the same time, I was fragile and with the two pastors already 'nervous' and 'distrusting', I thought it best, to keep a low profile, so as not to draw unnecessary attention to myself. But inside, I was struggling. I didn't feel right in my head. Distortions of what I was seeing and hearing, came upon me, while attending The Faith Centre, one Sunday evening. As I attempted to look at the screen and read the words to the song, I would keep seeing the wrong words, words embedded within the words ... so that I was distracted and unable to focus on the songs. I knew they were the wrong words, but it was like my mind was being gruesomely twisted, so that all I could perceive, was what they [The Dragon & Co.] wanted me too, even though it both distressed and disturbed me, to know that it was wrong.
The songs that came up on the large projectors, over the stage, inside the church building, were about grace. They said, GIVE US GRACE. Then mistakes were being made, so that the same slide repeated four times, when it should have been the slide showing the next verse, and each time I read, what The Dragon wanted me to read, so GIVE US GRACE, became GIVE GRACE TO US. Grace was one of my multiple selves. He wanted Grace. He wanted her. He wanted me. He wanted all of us. [UPDATE 2017: What I didn't know at the time, was that The Dragon had created and developed, the system of multiple consciousness, that existed inside of me.]
While Attending The Faith Centre [C3 Church], I Knew That My Sight And Hearing, Were Being Affected.
I do not have any recollection, as to what the correct lines to this song were, only that it was very likely something, that either looked or sounded similar, to what I was seeing and hearing. The Dragon was affecting my consciousness. He was directing my senses, to what he wanted me, to see and hear. He was, in fact, altering my perception, of my environment, while I fought, to remain coherent.
GRACE IS THE ONE THAT WE WANT
ALL WILL WORSHIP AT YOUR FEET
WHEN WE MEET OUR ET SHIPS
ALL WILL WORSHIP AT OUR FEET
IN OUR ET SHIP
I fought to sing the songs, that came up on the screen, until The Dragon, appeared to go stomping and shouting, across my mind, like it was a hallway into his dark castle, blocking both ears and complaining that this music was not only distasteful, in its vulgar simplicity, but, that on this occasion, it had given him a headache.
In my journal I wrote the following; "There is no reaching into the abyss, the parallel realities, [for humanity], for it is us, who must reach back to God, from where we stand, who will then judge, their [existence], too, are subjugated to God's will. God cannot be deceived, for these beings are birthed of His mind."
We Worship The Blowfly
As I walked into the support group, the demon, Mackenzie Knight, threw a large stone at me, through the leaves of the trees, that surrounded the entrance to the units, where the support group was being held. I immediately noticed another mass of black flies, crawling over all the bins. Flies everywhere. I attended the 'support group', with some trepidation. As I was listening to the people inside, the leader began the 'opening prayer', with the words, "We worship the blowfly." What?! I couldn't believe what I was hearing!? Worried, I waited until the end of the meeting and asked the group leader what he had said, when he had first spoken. He reassured me, that he had actually said the words, "We worship and glorify."
I Was Not Comfortable With This 'Laying On Of Hands'. It Felt Like I Was Being Swarmed By A Hive Mind.
I was distressed by this. Suddenly, all the people in attendance converged on me, placing their hands on me. It felt weird, like I was being swarmed, by some kind of hive mind. Nothing more came of it. I suffered a couple more meetings, where we had to play silly 'party' games and an outspoken couple, prayed for luxury cruises and said that being vegetarian/ vegan [in other words, caring about animals], was satanic. This same couple, then began to say, that all immigrants [especially muslims] should be shipped back to their own countries. I ended up leaving and didn't bother to go back again. While The Bible, continued to act, as a personal lifeline, I had little in common with these people, or anything they were doing.
The Gospel According To Mathew
As I continued to attend the church, I began to see signs on the street, related to The Bible as God's holy angels, began to work upon my mind. They appeared to temporarily resort to using the same methods as The Dragon & Co., but it was many times more powerful. Whatever they did, there was no second guessing, since they did it with ease and under God's instruction. They were only to do this, on a few occasions, as they carefully instructed me, to take my focus off external 'signs' and to focus on God's communication, through His Word, in The Bible.
I would see not knowing what it meant untl several years later. followed by mmmm and then John Street, JOHN JOHN. There appeated to be a battle going on, to gain my focus and attention, on very rudimentary levels. I was still experiencing communication by what I largely perceived to be two sets of opposing forces. At the time, I just did my best, tried to do as I was directed, by the ones who had come to rescue me, rather than the ones, who were attacking and oppressing me.
LIVINSTONIA [Living Stone]
MATHEW MATHEW MATHEW JOHN JOHN
It Suddenly Appeared To Me, That Everywhere I Looked, I Was Seeing Mathew, Mathew, Mathew, Mathew.
I had received a number of 'signs' directing me to Mathew. At first, I thought that it was one of my angels, telling me his name. But then it dawned on me, that it was a holy angel of God, the one that was sent to me, directing me to read Mathew in The Bible. While I was slowly weaned off, looking for external signs, to compliment my telepathic exchange, with angels and demons, at this stage, I was still dependant upon them, to appear in conjunction with my telepathy and thereby, at least in my own mind, affirming it. What had started with several number plates, with the triple digit 666, appearing back in 2005, had now developed into a complex and ongoing communication, involving a private volcabulary, whereupon The Dragon, was able to communicate with me, on a continuous and ongoing basis.
John Had Reunited Me With The Jesus Of My Childhood And Now It Was Time To Read Mathew.
The instruction to read Mathew, was reaffirmed to me, by one of the ministers while preaching, as being, about how Jesus dealt with demons. This was all very exciting to me and having an insatiable for knowledge of this kind, I could hardly wait to read more. Throughout the day, I began to build up a picture in my mind, of what 'Mathew' must be like. I had imagined that he must be some kind of 'knight', or some other such romantic figure, to have travelled with Jesus and to have written about him and his experiences with demons. That night, at the church, I approached a small group of women, who were standing next to Pastor Sue and asked, "So, who was Mathew? Like, what did he do?" One woman looked at me, expressionless and in a deadpan voice, she said, "He was a tax collector."
I Had Expected That Mathew, Would Have Been Something Noble And Exciting, Such As A Knight.
The Dragon had titilated me, with so much 'knowledge', over the years, most of it a concoction of lies and truth combined, that when I got my hands upon The Bible and really began to read it, it was like having a banquet of information before me, that I couldn't wait to devour. After having read John and having connected to the Jesus, of my childhood and then having gone through the pain, of the loss of Jesus, when he died on the cross, all over again, I was keen to see what the next chapter might hold, in regards to the life of Jesus while on earth. But as I turned to the first page of Mathew, book marking it in anticipation, I was shocked and somewhat dismayed, to see that the same story, that I had just read in John, were now being repeated in Mathew, all over again. There was a different tone, but the stories about Jesus, were essentially the same. I needed more 'new' information on Jesus.
In horror, I then quickly flicked through Mark and Luke and saw exactly the same stories about Jesus, repeated again. Oh no, I thought, why did they all write the same thing? I had expected more and more different things, to be written about Jesus, in order that I could get to know more about him. For a short while, I felt disappointed at this, thinking to myself, how am I going to know all about Jesus, when The New Testament is so thin, and the stories about him, are all the same?
At that stage, I had no idea what The Holy Spirit actually was, or how God and His ministering angels, were able to give me a step by step revelation, of everything that they wanted me to know, about this existence and beyond, in one sentence from that book. The Bible was not only as banquet, it was a smorgasboard of spiritual truth and a supernatural text, beyond my greatest expectations, of anything that I have ever read, or would read again. Despite my very limited understanding and complaints, in regards to Jesus and his wonderous life and what we could learn about God, throughout the entire book, the words of The Bible, accompanied me on my journey. It appeared that the best, was yet to come.
God's Holy Angels Came To Collect Me
In my journal I wrote the following: "The Bible was the last place, that I expected to look, to be able to find the truth, but it was the holy angels of God, who had led me back to it. This was to be my way home, through them and their directed intervention, because I was too puffed up, from my sojourn in the new age, too independent, to self reliant, in order to listen to any human being. I would only listen to angels. As for Jesus, I remember him dying and felt that he was a long way away and I did not mix with Christians. So over 2000 years ago, Jesus died for all of humanity, on the cross at Calvary. Satan and his legions lost their grip on humanity, on that faithful day. They had affectively ruined my life and taken many of my family members to Hell, with them. But in so far, as I was concerned, these demons from the north, had lost. They could now report back to their leader, empty handed, for my soul would not be accompanying them, to their ultimate fate. In all the years, I had naively gone a whoring after other gods, Jesus had remained with me. For the relationship, that I had with Jesus, as a child, had been love, from the first moment and this was not, to be given up, so easily. I was a sinner, but the demons could not take away, the Christ that remained inside me." [UPDATE 2017: At the time, I thought that The Holy Spirit, remained within me, but the truth was, that I had always belonged to Jesus. "I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one can snatch them out of My hand. 29My Father who has given them to Me is greater than all. No one can snatch them out of My Father’s hand." [John 10.28-29, The Holy Bible, KJV]. It was time, to deliver me, back to the beloved, who loved me. God's holy angels had come to collect me.
When The Walls Come Down - Richie McDonald
This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.
