The following is one of the many personal notes that I have taken. Non of what is written here, other than the quotes, is taken from those of others. This is called 'The Moment' written on Saturday 30/09/2017,
"One night,
the night I believe I had seen a ghost, was a night in which I enjoyed my time
speaking with Jehovah. However, how could the demons possibly be there as to
interrupt my prayer, or even be there at all? Is Jehovah not listening to my
prayers to him? I was on my knees talking to Jehovah, whilst looking up at the
stars towards Venus, when I had seen the ghostly figure in the peripheral of my
eye. These ghosts are the demons, so we have been taught, then how could this
demon possibly appear when I am speaking to Jehovah? Have they no decency?
Where was Jehovah during that time? Are these other ones trying to inform me or
make me see, for what is true and what is real?
Possibly,
there is another world, a different form of reality between our reality and
that of the realm of spiritual beings. This Ishtar, in whom some have claimed
her to be Venusian, appears to be just an ethereal entity, although other claim
her to be in a fleshly form. And, why would these men want to have sexual
relations with a demon? They obviously do not know what they are getting into.
Even when Ishtar might be the one or type of being in whom she claims to be, a
big “NO!” on my end thankyou. I want her head on my wall in my room, this will
make me sleep better knowing that she is no longer alive, but just another trophy.
There are
many women ‘from another world’ in whom I have been thinking of, however one
stands out in particular interest to me. This woman that makes me interested is
a woman in whom has white (silver) hair, is slightly taller than me, has yellow
eyes, and wears either a white robe or gown. When I had this woman in my minds
eye, she simply stared at me showing no emotion. Now, since I do know that
telepathy is a real thing, I take these images rather seriously and will search
the matter out to the end result, whatever it may be, and whether or not I will
like it.
Sometimes I
consider, in all honesty, of if this is a possible invitation into a romantic
relationship. It would be an honour and a privilege as to engage in a romance
with this woman of another world, provided that they are not the fallen angels.
Being with a living being that is more advanced, and probably in their love and
loyalty too, is most surely what many men desire. As also, they would most
likely be much more spiritually advanced, how desirable they would become.
Apparently it was reported in the early nineteenth century that the Bell House
witch wanted to create a ‘spiritual awakening’. A ‘spiritual awakening’ hardly
sounds like something in which the demons would do, for according to the
scriptures they are actually trying to do very much the opposite.
This
mysterious unknown woman is most likely just trying to play tricks with my
heart and to get me engaged in the shame game. However, I tame my own heart and
my mind using self-control and discipline, unlike most other men and especially
women. I am too strong within myself to give into that of lust or of that of
fear! With a little ‘Dutch courage’, perhaps it will lighten the pain of too
much laughter over these ‘otherworldly’ creatures, or demons, haha. I will love
to read over this in the next few years, whether or not I have become more week,
or if I have been given the might of 10,000 men by Jehovah?
It would
have been lovely if there could be a proper honourable companionship in a
romance with other worldly beings, through Jehovah and his son Christ Jesus, if
they were not demons, in whom are bad fathers. Consider the example of Noah’s
day and how much they ‘screwed up’, not just the gene pool, but their own
children and their wives. Only losers in everything is what they are, and there
will be no helper for them, but that of eternal damnation!
There seems
to have been a fair few attempts by women, of those in whom my heart sought, as
to corrupt me. It was most unusual when this one fine young woman, in whom I
had loved so dearly, asked me in a whimsical fashion of if I had been mentally
raped, just after I had read it online. This instance with this young woman,
and how on that night she persistently continued looking at me, similar to one
other strange woman at the pub, through her peripheral vision. Something
clearly appears far too strange, often I find myself thinking of if they have
been contacting a malicious person or entity, or if they are trying to impose a
curse upon me. No matter what it is, I choose to ignore them, and although I am
tried and true, will leave them forever in where I never want to see or think
of them ever again.
My armour is
not shiny and perfect, nor do I have a flashy display of a white horse, but
that of one in whom I chose in wisdom and love. When I leave, Jehovah will give
me armour, in which he made himself, as a gift of fatherly love, in such that I
can swiftly and valiantly evade and endure every cut and blow. These women in
which have tried so hard to curse and corrupt me will not be saved by me, nor
anyone, and can no longer have a hold on my mind nor my heart. I am leaving,
even for times indefinite, that is the end of the matter now. A quotation of ‘Forged
and Chosen’,
“My armour
is harder than most.
It is
forged from things tested over a period of time,
It has its
scratches and dents and does not shine.
My horse
is not beautifully groomed, nor is it white,
For I
chose a horse of a mix of colours in the darkness of night.
My armour
and horse will never let me down,
They are
better than most, even when on the ground.
I am not your knight in shining armour, nor
your prince on a white horse,
For these
type of men wouldn’t be able to stay my course.
I am your
warrior, I have my cuts and scars.
My armour
is not bright, it has served in several battles,
My horse
looks rough, it has dirt on its saddle.
One thing
I know for sure...they are both tried and true..
For I
forged my armour and chose my horse, to protect both me and you.”
And you corrupted me, and probably other men too,
shame on you, you harlots! You can never deprive me of my honour, because my
honour is not with you, but for the one in whom is eternal and of that of the
people.
Love, and Honour
do go very much hand-in-hand, for I love my honour,
only true honour exists with Jehovah’s memory. satan, and his fallen angels,
nor the harlots, nor anything else in existence can deprive my honour, but me.
For I shall secure my integrity and honour in God Jehovah, through both thick
and thin, through the times that are good and of those that are horrific and
negative. All of us humans are dying anyway, it is just a matter of when,
honour in him whom is upright and worthy or in the one that will only hurt
others such that he wants to control and hurt others too, in a bullying
fashion, certainly not me for I choose Jehovah through his son Christ Jesus,
Amen."
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