Malak Street, The Faith Centre [Pentacostal/ C3 Church], Darwin, The Northern Territory, Australia.
In amongst all the stuff that was happening with The Dragon and Co., I began to attend the church that Kim went to. It was called The Faith Centre, but now, it became something called a C3 church. When I entered the church, I was bloated up with arthritis and was wearing eye liner and lipstick, that to these church goers, may have resembled a conservative Alice Cooper. Kim had told me that people there had said to her, "Who is that?!" She offered an apology. There were several people, however, who were kind enough to say 'Hello', but the pastors gave me a wide berth and ran away from me, whenever I approached them. Nevertheless, I was told to get into the church. I was told to forgive the people and support the pastors, no matter what. I was told to allow Jesus into me, when they insulted me. I did what I was told to do. I had to realise that Christians were human, just like I was and that we were all under spiritual attack. I was told if there is one unforgiving thought, that enters your head, then the devil has found the crack in your armour. If your armour has not been fitted, by God, with your focus, consent and repentance, then it is a worldly, physical armour, designed by the devil.
In my journal I wrote the following: "... This entire reality is constructed hy consciousness, by them. It was Satan's Matrix. When we are born, we enter into a 6,000-year-old, ready-made world that is permeated, with the spirit of Satan and his demons, as well as with the evil cultures they generated, through a thoroughly decieved humankind ..." Humanity was doomed from birth. But Rosie, from the church, who was the wife of Neville, assured me that God was in control. As obvious as it might sound, it was something that had not occurred to me before.
While my acknowledgment of this fact, provided a flicker of relief, I was primarily focused on the content of the attack, calling out to Jesus and simply hoping for the best. On the way home from The Faith Centre, one Sunday morning, a very large wedgetail eagle swooped on my car, trying to claw at me, with its massive talons, through the closed glass window, over and over again. If I had not had the car window closed, it would have got me. Still in shock and half in my new age stupor, I mentioned to one of the women, who I will call Gloria, who was known as "the prayer warrior", that Angel Michael had come to me, on the way home from the church, in the form of an eagle. She just looked at me, saying, "I don't think so."
The Dragon later mocked me, by having this figurine, placed on a shelf, in my local hairdresser. It was an upsidedown duck with the words: ... My name is Michael.
I was a mess when I turned up at the church. But I sang loudly amongst the waving flags and there was always a friendly, if not intense face, to greet me, when I arrived. I liked the people at the church. Although, most kept their distance from me and the pastors, Steve and Sue Rowe maintained a safer distance than most and quickly moved away. While at the time, I felt very low in myself, [The Dragon made sure of that], I was told that I was not to be offended, by the way in which the people treated me, while I was there. I often had the sense that God was using this church and people in it, to reject or humiliate me. I believed that they were true lovers of Jesus Christ and that they were doing the best that they could. In years past, I had wrongly idolised Christians, so God's holy angels, instilled upon me, that Christians were only human, falliable, vulnerable and that they struggled the same as anyone else, but that God loved them and that He was kind and patient with them. Okay, I thought, so perhaps he was being the same with me.
When I first attended the church, I asked what connection my guides [aka The Dragon] had to it. A car immediately appeared in front of me, in the traffic, with the world [PATRIOT] on the personalised number plate. I said to pastor Steve, "He said he was a PATRIOT of this church." Then added innocently, "Looks like you know the same angels that I do!" [Update 2017: Since I had not directed my question, as prayer, to God, in Jesus's name, The Dragon had been given legal permission to answer me and since God already knew, what was going to occur, he may have also been given permission, to place the question in my mind, to begin with, which he then answered, with corresponding external phenomenon.] Many times, the music, stage and cafeteria environment, of the Darwin C3 Church, with all the members, sitting in their seperate little groups, the colours, the echoes, the boisterous chattering, simply overwhelmned me. I stood in a corner, by the entrance, looking out at the cacophony of light, sound and movement, as it all blurred into shifting patterns, like a living kaleidoscope. While some members had obviously felt threatened by me, I was preoccupied, with trying to cope with my autism, struggling with what my senses and brain, processed into confusion, which precluded me from approaching anyone, since my mind moved in and out, of focusing on the people there, that I would attempt to recognise as individuals. Even when I did recognise someone, I didn't know how to approach them, or what to say to them. It had been like this all my life, excluding me from socialising.
It Amazed Me How Demons [The Dragon & Co.] Who Were Thousands Of Years Old, Could Be So Petty.
The Psychic Church
The Darwin C3 Church [aka The Faith Centre], was a psychic church, but everyone there, was calling it, The Holy Spirit. The 'members' were really into the 'psychic' giftings and 'annointings', that would often include people, rolling around on the floor, groaning, shrieking and speaking gibberish. They called it 'tongues'. I could do it, but I didn't do it, because, at least in my own case, I knew, that it was demonic. After Pastor Rowe had finished preaching, members from the largish congregation, [it was often the same people every week, as though they needed their weekly fix], would stand in a single line across the stage and he would walk along and touch their foreheads and they would fall down. There would always be one of them. who inevitably staggered around for awhile and then fell straight onto me. I felt like I was being abused, but it was called, being 'slain in the spirit.'
So this spirit was slaying people? When it came time, for me to announce to the congregation [from the stage], that I was now a Christian, I said to Kim,"I'm not going to fall down, like they did." I confessed that Jesus Christ was my Lord and Saviour and then Steve Rowe, with his wife Sue beside him, touched me on the forehead and before I knew it, I fell backwards. When I fell down, everybody in the audience clapped and cheered. I came away from the experience, pleased that they were happy, but a bit confused, as to how I had lost consciousness. The next time, that Pastor Rowe, attempted to do this to me, as he was with all the others, I resisted and remained standing and then I became angry. While I understood The New Testament, like it was a part of me, I didn't understand what was going on here. I chose to remained seated, away from mental blackouts and falling bodies and from then on, I would not be letting anyone, 'slay me in the spirit' again.
Once the church leaders, had invited a guest, to display psychic giftings, to the adoring leadership and congregation. Apparently, he was well known. He was a young overweight man, with black t-shirt and tattoes, who spoke a bit about Jesus and then proceeded to give psychic readings from the stage. Each individual, including myself, stood in a line and he said something to each one of us and when he touched some people, they fell down. When it was my turn he looked at me, and then, as if listening to someone else, he said, "You will find peace." He was a clairvoyant, just like they had at The Arthur Findlay College. Then more guest speakers, a couple of elderly men, visited the church, who spoke about abortions, being sucked out of womens wombs, with swooshing suction pipes, like vacume cleaners and after the talk, they handed out little silver brooches of the feet of dead fetusus, for people to wear on their shirt collars. I gave the brooch back to him. He came up to me and said, "Yes, I thought that you had had an abortion."
The Church Patriot
But it became weirder, to the extent, where I clearly saw and heard, the pastor Steve Rowe attacking me during his a stream of consciousness sermons, where on ocassion, he would appear [although not consciously so] to insert various things, about my life, into the sermon. It was anything from my art, to my university degrees, to my body weight and then yelling out before the entire congregation, that he loved his wife and that she only drew crosses rather than other patterns and that she was not fat. In order to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating, I asked Kim, if she was hearing the same thing, that I was hearing. I said, "When he does some of his sermons, he's actually saying stuff about me. Are you getting that? "She nodded and just said, "I know what you mean ..." looking a little perplexed. While I would have liked to have been friends, with them both, I was not allowed to talk to Paster Steve Rowe and his wife Sue, was not impressed, that he had loaned me a book, called The Two Babylons by Alexander Hyssop. She said, "You don't loan books to anyone!" Nevertheless, it was a brilliant book. I read it in two weeks. When I walked up to hand it back to him and thank him, he was a bit suprised, that I had read it so fast. He took the book from me and then moved quickly away.
I told Kim that I understood that they must have experienced some kind of trauma in the church and that they had not recovered from it. I asked her not to tell me anything more, when she affirmed that I was correct and we never spoke of it again. I did not want to get involved in any politics, gossiping and/ or anything that might cause me to suddenly leave, when I knew that I needed to be there, at this time. At least now, I knew that it wasn't anything to do with me and this was a relief. From then on, I chose not to approach them and to just remain quietly in the background.
Pastor Steve Rowe, From C3 [Pentacostal Church], In Darwin Was Very Serious, When It Came To Jesus.
The Black Pearl
As I continued at the church, I came under a vaerity of diabolical attack, to and from the venue. There was a continuation of the various 'black cars', apparently owned and driven, by people in Darwin, that were either pulling in front of me, driving right by me, or turning slowly onto the roads, that I was driving along, from some unseen corner. It was not unusual for me to be surrounded by personalised car number plates, in car parks, or signs with the number 666 and/ or the words SAMAEL, DEMONS, ETS, HYBRID, GENIE, JIMM [JINN], LURKIN, MR DUDE, WICKED, HELLMAN and various other words, that were 'demonic' or 'Biblical' in nature, that were often punctuated by sequences of triple digits, that had a meaning for both myself and The Dragon. There ended up being multiple witnesses to this, over a period of time, including aquaintences, other Christians and my own mother.
One night, while driving along Bagot Road, on my way home from the church, I thought it odd, that for fifteen minutes, there was no other cars on the road, except for my car. There was also a very subtle 'soundless dimness', to the physical environment. Then a streetlight blew out and a black car, that looked to be a vintage model, came from behind me and I drove along with it, to my front left hand side. The personalised car number plate, displayed a shortened version, of the words [BLACK PEARL]. It was a reference to myself and this communication was coming from The Dragon. [Update 2014: When i looked up the words Black Pearl, I thought that The Dragon was comparing me to the ship ... as in, it was the name of a ship, in the movie The Pirates Of The Carribean, "... Originally named Wicked Wench ... she was later raised from the sea floor by Davy Jones, after making a pact with Jack Sparrow, who rechristened her, the Black Pearl. She is said to be "nigh uncatchable"." [Black Pearl, From Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia]. But there was a little but more to it than that. "Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls: Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it." [Matthew 13:45-46, The Holy Bible, KJV]. This was about Jesus Christ, but The Dragon, who was obviously both Biblical and oceanic, in his thinking, was refering to me, as his 'black pearl'.]
Mack Attack!
The following is an example, of how I responded to the 'spirit world' [newly saved, but lacking self/ selves control and understanding of the seriousness of my/ our situation, as a multiple consciousness and the consequences, that resulted from it.
I saw this sign, 'Eagle Swoops', while in my car, outside the Darwin Post Office and knew that fallen angels were swooping down upon me, as a number of white business vans, drove by in rapid succession, with the word 'SWOOP' on them. It was the visible describing the invisible, which is how The Dragon communicated with me. I had already forgotten about the wedgetail eagle, that had actually swooped upon my car, when driving back to the Aralia Street unit, after leaving the church.
Then I saw this sign MASTER and then [TNT] as in 'dynamite' or 'explosive'. A second later I saw WASTE MASTER. At the time, the obvious telepathy was instantaneous, MASTER: WASTE MASTER, equating the master with the rubbish bin. Well, someone inside me [a mute child self, named Sparky], thought that this was just HILARIOUS.
Sparky, from a multiple system of consciousness, emerged and shrieked in delight.
As this child self, Sparky, felt as if I lost control and while she proceeded to poke her tongue out. I was seated in the car, but I felt that, as her, I was doing a little dance. My memory is of the dance, but I was actually driving my car, in traffic.
Suddenly, I heard a holy angel of God, with concern and regret in his voice, for what I had done and was about to endure, caution me, telepathically, You shouldn't have done that. Then, another self [Daniel] emerged, taking the place of the child, with a startled, "Öh no! What have we done?!" But it was too late. It was then that the needle pricking and crawling started, all over my body, like thousands of lives, that could only be viewed, by using a microscope, had been set loose on my skin. This itching was like crawling things shuddering though my underwear, through my hair, all over my body, the needle pains became sharper and at one stage, it felt as if a sharp knitting needle, was simply stabbed directly into my back. I was stung on my neck, then it was like someone simply sticking needles into me very slowly. This went on for four to five days, with my left eye being poked with so many needles, that I thought that I would lose my vision.
Four days later, while still being stung, pricked and prodded, after leaving the Sunday evening church service, I was driving along Bagot Road, on the way to meet some of the others, for coffee at the local MacDonalds, when, in my excitment and relief, of being shown my way back to Jesus Christ, the Jesus whom I knew and loved and who had been lost from my childhood onwards, I suddenly cried out, "God, I am home! I am home! I am home!" Then I screamed at the enemy, who was still attacking me, "GET OUT OF MY LIFE!" Almost immediately following, there ensued, what sounded like a high pitched electronic scream, as if to match my own scream, that went right through the centre interior of the car, travelling from directly above my head, straight along the centre of the ceiling and out through the glass, of the rear window. It sounded like a computer generated pterodactyl.
I arrived at the local MacDonalds, along Bagot Road, where members from the church, chose to meet for coffee, after the Sunday service. It was certainly not my choice of venue, but I was so shocked by everything that was occurring, that I just went along with it, to be with other people, but not to eat or drink. I was too tired to struggle, to debate ethics, or animal rights and I didn't feel supported in it. After the high pitched shriek, as I turned the MacDonalds carpark, a car had turned in front of me, with a 'Mackenzie' sticker, on the rear window and as I entered the 'restaurant', the words 'MAC ATTACK!' loomed up before me, ... as if all by design.
Once I walked inaide, I looked down to my left, and there was a newspaper with the words, Saints vs Cats. Football teams, of course, but it had a second meaning.
I then heard a holy angel of God, tell me telepathically, not to scream in the way that I had, beause my energy was limited but his/ their energy was unlimited. He instructed me for my own good, not to expend my limited energy, on a being or beings, who, being in spirit, had an inexhaustable energy. I was no match for them. I listened to what he had said and, at least for now, I did as I was instructed to do. The jabbing, pricking sensations stopped shortly afterwards. Grand Final.
Until The Whole World Hears - Casting Crowns
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