I am telling you this particular story because it is one of the most unusual if not bizarre experiences I have ever had. Most healings are more or less a straight forward experience. You feel the calling before or after you are asked, you find the method and obtain the objective. I am not saying all healing or anything you do when dealing with The Art is scripted. All are unique but similar at the same time; there is a building of emotion, the release of energy and the satisfaction of knowing you achieved the objective. This was more like a roller coaster than a bullet train. There were ups and downs, rights and lefts, with no end in sight.
This all started one night about three years ago. I woke up for no apparent reason with two men standing on the other side of the bed. They were dressed in sixteenth or seventeenth century garments with the backdrop of a pub or an inn. They were talking to me but I couldn't hear them. After rubbing and blinking my eyes to make sure I was awake I sat back to see what would unfold. The conversation continued for a minute or two and was quite heated, and then it vanished. I didn't then and don't now have a clue who they were or what they wanted or if they were related to what happened next. But it was the beginning of a very unusual time in my life that evolved over the next few months.
This is the frustrating part of practicing The Art. You get these types of seemingly random experiences that offer you no clue of their purpose. All you can do is file them away for future reference.
It was less than a week before I was again awakened in the middle of the night, this time it was my sister. She was standing in the same place the men were but there was no backdrop, just the bedroom wall and dresser. She was dressed in her wedding dress and looked like something out of a bad sci-fi movie. She was part flesh and part skeleton with just enough flesh to recognize who she was. She was saying something but as usual I could hear nothing. She reached out her right hand to me and vanished.
My sister was a different matter. I knew of her heart condition. I knew of the numerous times she had been hospitalized over the past thirty years because of it. It was always the same. She would get sick, go to the Hospital, her heart would stop, then start back up. All the Doctors would be puzzled because they didn't have a clue as to why her heart stopped or started seemingly on its own. In a few days she would get better and be sent home. Only to be repeated a few years later.
What made this time different was her spirit had never come to me before, not to mention her appearance was quite unsettling and she wasn't sick as far as I knew. So told my wife of the two experiences and asked what she thought. Like me she could see no sense in the first experience and thought I should talk to my sister about the second one. That was what I knew I should do but I preferred not to and was hoping for a different answer.
For you to know why I was reluctant to talk to my sister I need to explain our relationship. We both have the power but she treats it as she would a viper in the pocket. Every time it moves, she freezes up and believes the Devil is about to steal her soul. This eliminates any chance of a rational discussion on matters of The Art and I know what her reaction would be.
With on other recourse I went to the phone to call her but before I picked it up it started to ring. It was my sister, she said she thought she was having a heart attack and wanted my wife and me to come over and bring my blood pressure medicine. We got the medicine, jumped in the car and were there in less than ten minutes.
Her husband was driving a truck interstate and could not be home until sometime tomorrow.
When we arrived she was sitting in the Living Room and looked like death warmed over (an old phase for a very sick person). I immediately went to her, holding my hands about three to four inches from her body, I moved them down her body. The power was flowing out of my hands at such a rate it was almost painful. Half way down her body I must have awakened the viper in her pocket because she pushed me away. A fact she denies to this day ever happened. To say I was not hurt would be a lie. To say I didn't expect it would also be a lie, but it was still hard to take.
I sat down beside her and watched the color come back to her, and then I knew she hadn't stopped me too soon.
She asks me if I had brought the blood pressure medicine, I said I had and gave her one. She nibbled on one, maybe twice as much as a good lick, and said "I feel a lot better now." We stayed for an hour or so before leaving at her insistence. She said she was fine, and she expected her husband home tomorrow.
It was a week or so before I gathered enough courage to call my sister about the visions and be told I was going to Hell. When I called her she listened to what I had to say and her response was as I predicted. According to her the first apparitions was kindred spirits of the Devil sent to confuse me. She was right on one point I was definitely confused, but what I want to know is what was I supposed to be confused about. It pertained to nothing I have ever done in the past, or present. I'm still confused unless it was sent to make me think the second one was also a senseless apparition. So I would take no action to prevent whatever was coming. If that was the purpose the Devil is dumb and I don't believe that at all. He has gone toe to toe with the best and won his share. So I guess I'm still confused about why it happened.
Her answer about her apparition was "It would be like her husband to bury her in her wedding dress" and saw no connection between my vision and what happened to her a week or so earlier. To me that didn't make sense why would I see what her husband might do. To me it was a clear sign of a future possibility. Then came the fire and brimstone I was headed for if I didn't change my ways. It's always nice hearing you're going to Hell for trying to help someone, especially from the one you're trying to help.
I was hurt and mad; I couldn't understand why she couldn't see what was so apparent to me. Why does everything you don't understand have to be of the Devil? I've never known of the Devil helping much less healing anyone. So I wallowed in self righteousness and self pity, licked my wounded pride and wondered why the rest of the world couldn't understand me and my God-given abilities. All the time knowing people are afraid of what they don't know or can't understand and have always called it evil.
What happened next was totally unexpected and something I had never experienced before or since.
The exact amount of time that past between our talk and what I'm about to tell you escapes me. It could have been a week or a month. I just don't remember. I can say I wasn't over our conversation because I'm still not. Forgive and forget is not one of my strong points.
I was on my way home from Oklahoma City when my brother-in-law called to say that my sister was sent to the hospital in critical condition. I told him I would be there as soon as I could.
It was two or three in the afternoon before I got to the hospital. She was in bad shape but the doctors thought she had stabilized. So I went home about five or five thirty.
I wanted to help but after her total rejection of my last attempt and believing in the karma thing I didn't know what to do. She obviously didn't want anything to do with my kind of healing, so what could I do?
When I got home I was alone, my wife was at the nursing home with her mother that was also having a hard time, not life-threatening, but it required her presence.
As I walked through the empty house all I could think about was my sister and what I should do. Should I try even though she didn't want me to or do nothing? I decided I had to try no matter what the cost.
As I walked from the Dining Room to the Living Room something hit me on my right side with enough force that I had to take two steps sideways to keep from falling.
I knew immediately what it was, but I didn't understand why, I had done nothing to heal my sister, or anything that should have upset something this powerful.
Why was I being attacked by a malevolent minion?
In this meeting, unlike the first I was not frozen in fear. I was mad that it would attack me in my home.
I was not the frightened young man I was the first time I met a Demon, and I was mentally ready for whatever it did, win or lose I was not about to give over to the evil that emanates from these beings. Nor would I hide in the corner and hope for the best. I have had dealings with this type of thing before. I never seek them out; they just show up from time to time.
The only words out of my mouth were "you can't have my sister" then the mental and physical fight began.
Unlike most things in the Art that happens so fast sometimes you have a hard time believing it really happened, this went on for at least forty five minutes.
It had little physical form it was only an increased density of the air. Like a transparent jelly fish, you had to watch it constantly to know where it was.
There we were, me in the Living Room, it in the Dining Room. It pushed mentally and physically at me. I pushed back, and it quickly became a stalemate. One I knew I could not win; I was flesh and blood, it was not. It would win sooner or later, if I didn't find something to tip the balance in my favor. The first thing I thought of was a reproduction sword in the bookcase across the room, so I went for it (I think I watch too many Sci-Fi movies). It proved to be absolutely useless.
I need to explain something about a spiritual weapon. You can't hurt a netherworld entity the way you can something from this plane. The weapon you choose must be significant to you and your adversary.
Then I thought of my sickle. I had put time, effort and money into making it. It was something I knew would gather and hold enchanted powers for me. It had seen it, like many times before and knew my belief in it. All of this ran through my mind as I desperately sought for something that would bring this experience to a satisfactory conclusion.
I grabbed the brass Druid sickle I had made from the fifteenth century wood carving.
Some of you have seen a picture of it in the article "Who Am I." It is the only one in the world I know of. I carved the blank and had it cased just for me.
With sickle in hand I faced my adversary and the response was what I was hoping for. It stopped its aggression as my personal power built.
With sickle held before me I sent a thought to my opponent. You have faced this before, you know of it power, leave me NOW, and it left. You can never know how glad I was.
I sat down on the couch and wondered what in the Hell just happened? Nothing I had done should have brought this kind of response. Was all that just happened real or did I slip over the edge? I could not think of any logical reason for what I had experienced.
Thirty minutes or so later my wife came home, I asked about her mother, and then told her what happened to me. She sat there a minute and said it must have known you were going to stop it, so it came for you.
Why do I have to have a God fearing Church of Christ knows to make everything clear? God truly does work in mysterious ways.
Thomas,
These are mind blowing. This is exactly what I want people to know about how they can be prepared to deal with evil when it appears. It will appear to steal, kill or destroy and the Power of God is so much stronger.
Your getting better Thomas... really good stuff.
I love this. God sezzzzz u have the humility and the graciousness and the acknowledgement of how even the Church of Christ knows that God sent to you understands the war against good and evil and Knows in her heart you have the power to battle against it and fight for your sister's body and soul on a spiritual plane of battle for healing for your sister.
Evil will come. It always does. I am glad that you are writing stories and posting them here so people that respect energy and supernatural divine intercessory healing can learn about what it takes to "do battle with evil." In computer games people take it as a joke but it is intensely real, whether we want to believe it or not.
That Boy Scout motto of "Be Prepared" has always rung true for me. There are times when only a ceremony of prayer as an offering to God as we know Him, in someone else's behalf for their Divine Supernatural Healing.
Growing up in Church I learned that to get God to answer you prayer you had to "entreat Him" and draw Him and His love and blessings to you by worshiping Him and Praising Him, Singing for Him to Lift Him Up and He would honor that prayer for ourselves or our loved ones.
For you your Healing Mission was clear and the battle you waged against evil that would attempt to destroy the very life of your sister, had to be done.
I am so thankful for your commitment to the healing of Carolyn above all of her distrust and fearful rejection of your ways as evil because she has been taught against it or is somehow led to believe it is evil. It is so sad to me that what people don't understand they fear and it stops them from receiving full blessings of God if they are willing to go to the limit to steal good health and extended life back from evil. For people like Carolyn and I was taught that way although I never believed it for myself but I do understand how people are led to distrust everything and blame it on the devil and anyone that believed differently than they themselves.
What if they were wrong and we are right. It is just too much of a stretch for them to consider when they believe anything different from their beliefs could NOT be of any good and they are from the only right and true God religion. I went to church there with that belief as a child and later found it in my church as an adult. Again I understand it but I just pray that God will reveal to those that fear the imagined "evil" of how we seek God when we need a desperate healing for a loved one, and realize that it is just a ceremony of prayer to the Most High Creator God Jehovah and it may or may not come with a Spiritual Battle with Evil.
When things are of such a high risk loss intensity as in your sister's imminent loss of life you were not prepared to give her up no matter what it further cost you emotionally between the two of you with pain and heartaches caused by misunderstanding the Holy Spirit's work at intense times of Spiritual Warfare and how we may have to do battle against that evil that confronts us each and every day, whether we want it or not.
Thomas I appreciate, respect and admire your honesty, and forthrightness in explaining in such personal, emotionally painful feelings of rejection and how still you pressed on just for the healing of your sister that you love so dearly. It is not a mystery to me why Carolyn was granted a reprieve by God at that moment. We never know how long that reprieve may be but some go for decades longer. Matters not, only that at the very moment we are seeking God, should evil attack, we are literally ready, willing and able to do battle for the sake of the love of the life and love of our loved ones as you did for the love of your precious sister.
If I said any of this wrong or offended you in anyway, please correct me. I am just so glad to have your thoughts, deeds, and experiences available for people to read and know of as they learn about "Other Energy Fields of Darkness" along with the "Beams of Light that Illuminate the Healing."
It is my belief that people that understand the flow of the Ch'i, the Cosmic Breath of God that brings healing, miracles and renewal of our body, soul, mind and finances, and are actively seeking it should KNOW ABOUT THESE BATTLES OF EVIL THAT COME AGAINST US AND BE PREPARED.
Thank you so much for sharing this and all of your articles with us from Thomas' Corner.
Respectfully,
Alex Shaw
Thomas
Walk in the "Light" Avoid the "Shadows"