PART II - The TRIUMPH - VERTIGONE

GOD HELPS THOSE... WHO HELP OTHERS

Job and his friends, by the late great Russian painter - Ilya Repin

You don’t always have time to read everything I write in some of these longer posts. Don’t feel bad. I don’t always have time to write these longer posts. Sigh.

Today I’m committing myself to brevity - The soul will be still there - wit or not.

THE TRAGEDY - RECAP -

The other day I wrote the unfortunate news of the passing of a friend who had had covid, and never recovered. My son and his dad were renovating her family’s fabulous Russian Orthodox Church - a project THIS woman had initiated.. yet, for the duration, (4 or 5 months) we never saw her. She was in bed all that time..

I don’t know all the details. For example, I do not know if she submitted to treatments in a hospital. I do know, that this family wisely eschews vaccines - but there are other treatments administered to covid (hospitalized) patients that are equally as deadly as vaccines - among them, Remdesivir, and ventilators. I didn’t know, and didn’t ask.

I was also sick for a month with the ‘covid’ demon. Not in 2020, not in 2021, but in 2022 - that is, it had nothing at all to do with my not wearing masks.. or declining the anti-social distancing. It took 3 years for me to come into contact with a spiritist - in symphony with a sin. (Soon I’ll tell the story - since it will prove the spirituality of a sickness - that is a result of spiritualism in the US medical community.. (Why do you suppose their logo is a snake? AND demonstrate the best way to cure it.)

(The topic of the spirituality of sickness is too involved for one post - but watch for more posts to bring it light.  In fact, this post tonight will touch on the subject..)

Some of you may have been reading my blog years ago, when Trump was a presidential candidate. I wrote about how witches were assembling in their coteries to cast spells on the man. I called for prayer. We had regular prayer watches at that time for Donald Trump. And not my group only. There were much larger groups praying for Trump regularly up to the election - One that even blew shofars the night before the election. To this day, I am positive that it was the concert of the saints’ prayers, and the blowing of the shofars, that made soros’ voting machines malfunction in several states - and handed Donald Trump his (however brief) presidency.

(But while the fever of Christian prayer died down, the witches kept their own fires burning - and the man achieved much less in his term than he might have. (It’s a sad fact that the spiritists are more consistent than the saints in this respect).

What’s this got to do with sickness?

Sickness is one of the things that witches, sorcerers and spiritists (BTW.. the US Department of State is full of these people), wreak on their targets. Accidents too, but sickness is a special arrow in their arsenal. SO much of sickness is spiritual you’d probably never believe it: E.g.. Lesions are demonic. Boils. Warts. Eczema¹. (Things that afflict the skin -our protective covering.) There's much more. For Example: Vertigo is a demon...

A Christian covered by the blood of Christ is only vulnerable when he/she is in sin. Is it any wonder then, that the devil works overtime provoking the saints - with his well honed system - to sin.

Fear is a sin. Don’t entertain fear... not even a sip of water. When it comes around, starve it. Give it no space in your place. An old friend of mine used to say ‘I won’t even let my mind go DOWN that road’. Good advice. Lead every thought captive. And for heaven’s sakes - WATCH the things that you 'SAY’.

(DO NOT do like a friend of mine (who just disowned me for calling her on it).. post on Facebook every little shriek of fear and unbelief.. calling for crowd prayer if her child as much as hiccoughs twice. Good grief. This is an open invitation for things untoward.)

Practice being FEARLESS - the fact will follow suit.

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OK. So about a week ago, I was feeling AWFUL. In the last few years up here in this spiritualist haven in Central, New York, I have had attacks, and have felt physically bad. But this time, I felt awful in a new, and weird way.

Lately I was waking up at the crack of 9am, and still feel bone tired. Not just tired though, worse. I was dizzy. I was suffering from some sort of vertigo, like I might fall down. I had NEVER felt that before.. Ever.

It went on for a few days in fact, before I mentioned my concerns to my family. Here’s where Donald Trump fits into this - I knew it was spiritual, and that it was an attack.

Ever since I got a blog back up last year- the spiritual attacks of yore have renewed. It was getting to where (last year) I was running out of people to bother for prayer. (Is it a bother to pray for a friend in need? I hope not, but a few were slow to respond.) HAPPILY- I have a friend in Kenya, Africa, who is a tremendous prayer warrior, who also never fails to call immediately. (I might add, if someone calls me for prayer, I never make them wait if I can help it).

(Usually we do our own ‘in family’ praying here, but since I’m the household prayer warrior, and if I’M the one down for the count - I like to enlist strong support.)

I KNEW this was some sort of spiritual attack. In fact, it all started a week ago - a few days after a B&B guest left, who turned out to be a ‘psychic’. (There was NO reason for her visit here all the way from Pennsylvania.. she sat in my living room on her phone for 3 days.. Except when she went out to dinner - by herself..)

OK this is already not brief., so here’s the wrap..

I was dizzily looking up the phone number for my friend Cheryl Scrivner in Texas.. to have her pray for me - and boot the demon of vertigo - when - just then - my cell phone rang…

It was a lady named ‘Red’. (That’s her ‘handle’ on a phone group for disabled adults. (Your ‘Handle’ is a radio moniker. Like in my cab driving days - there was a dispatcher who’s ‘handle’ was “Cowboy’.. OK. You get it..)

Red was calling me to help me to help my blind brother, George. Red is also blind. George, and Red, and a whole bunch of other disabled individuals around the country, enjoy a communications network - sort of a telephone ‘lifeline’ where they call each other daily. It’s a socializing thing, and a way to ‘check on each other’s welfare. Neat!

RED - BLESS HER HEART - had paid for my brother’s 1st- one year subscription to the phone plan - but the end of the subscription was coming due last Sunday and we needed to get it set up for permanent payment some other way. Red suggested having the business office at his ‘adult assisted living’ facility pay the monthly bill from George’s Medicare allowance. That sounded like a plan, so I agreed to get it set up.. Then, before we got off the phone, somehow Red happened to mention the pain she was in..

Seems, some six years before, she’d been in a terrible accident -

This elderly blind woman had fallen out of a moving van, because the driver swerved while she was briefly opening her passenger door to close it more securely before they got on the highway. Red fell from the vehicle, and was dragged along while hanging onto the door, until she lost her grip and fell, and a wheel of the truck rolled over her!

I was devastated for her, and asked if I could pray for her. She said ‘yes’. I prayed for this lovely lady for all I was worth.

TRIUMPH

When we finally closed the call, a funny thing happened. The vertigo was gone. The fatigue was gone. The malaise - gone. I felt great.

The Lord God turned the captivity of Job - when he helped himself? No.

When he begged? No.

When he said - ‘IF it be thy WILL O’ God’? No.

The LORD turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends.

I told you the vertigo was spiritual. As soon as I got to covering someone else in the blood of Christ - and calling on that ‘power present to heal’.. like Chim Chiminy.. it rubbed off on me too.²

Are you sick? Pray for someone. If Job could do so, in his boiled and broken state, anyone can.

May God turn your captivity when you do.

VJCB

1. Remind me to post the photos of a young girl and an elderly lady with HORRIBLE eczema, that the prayers of Thurmond & Cheryl Scrivner healed totally.

2. I’ll bet you any amount of $, that the Lord God did not just heal me. I’ll write the details when I learn them.