Little Story about a Little Kid and a Holy Spirit

Short story about the accounts of a kid who had ongoing interactions with a Holy Spirit which escalated into the works of a Holy Spirit. I'll add to the short story each day until it is complete.

This is how I remember the period of my childhood in which a Holy Spirit kept coming around. Things started while I was a young child around age 3. I'd be sleeping in my bed and get awoken by the voices of 2 ladies. This happened a few times. I would roll over, look up, and see the faces or heads of 2 ladies floating in the air overtop of me. They were talking about something. I would roll back over and go back to sleep, and I would tell my mother about it in the morning. When it happened again, a female voice whispered in my ear and said "Say stop talking", and I did. I stayed awake that time and rolled over on my back and just watched them. They wound up introducing themselves more or less as a Spirit and a Angel. I was in the habit of repeating words other people said so I would learn the word, so I pointed my finger at each while saying "Spirit, Angel". Before I said this, I think the Spirit told me "Don't say anything". I had to be quiet while they talked. Since I spoke, I eventually heard a loud snap in my head which was an aneurysm. It made me black out and fall asleep.  I kept on having intermittent visits from the Spirit and Angel, and had many conversations with the Spirit. It was like the best person ever showing up at night while I was sleeping. The Spirit showed me how She could control my body and move my arm around without me having any control over it. I found out this Spirit could block my eyesight and show me whatever She had to show me. In other words, if the Spirit wanted to make you watch a concert from the 70's, She could make you see it as if you were sitting in the front row seats with audio of course. I was amazed.        The Spirit told me about Jesus and the way She explained and showed it to me was understandable. She made sure I understood he died to save me in case I did something wrong against the Spirit. So after I understood this, I of course accepted Jesus as my savior right there with that Spirit after She explained it all to me. She also told me there were works inside of Her. I was curious and wanted the works that were in the Spirit. She told me my skull had to be cracked for the works to take place. Of course I agreed and was up for that to happen. Of course possessions eventually started taking place, and I had to invite the Spirit inside me before She started taking possession of me. The Angel would show up at times, and the Angel eventually assisted me with knowing what love was. The Angel got to the point of making me discover that I loved the Spirit, and I should tell the Spirit I loved Her. So I did. The Spirit can tell if someone is lying, so apparently I was telling the truth. I believe me telling the Spirit I loved Her brought around alot of events.     The Spirit started having me crouch down on the edge of my bed and roll off onto the floor. I wouldn't feel anything when I landed on my head. The Angel would trance me when I did it and I couldn't feel anything while under the Angel trance. It was like being totally blocked out from pain and the world. Through possession, the Spirit would use the telephone. Whoever answered the phone heard the voice of a child. This voice would state it was a Holy Spirit, and apparently let the person on the other end of the phone know so without a doubt. I guess an Federal agent or Federal personnel was contacted, and he drove me to a rock quarry one night. It was pitch black and I saw a round illuminated circle of light. I crouched down and the Angel told me when to roll. I was right on the edge of a rock quarry, and rolled right off the edge to the bottom. My skull cracked. I remember being possessed and the Spirit walking me out of the quarry while mumbling. I was taken to the hospital. A surgeon wound up bringing me home eventually, and told my mom she got Spirit works.  Many pictures were drawn. The Spirit possessed me and drew pictures on paper, using a pencil. One picture wound turned into more than a drawing. While I was possessed drawing a picture of an Arabic man, the Spirit showed me something he did. I watched a scene that took place in another country, and I saw it like I was standing there. 2 men made a young boy (around age 5) and his mother sit on the ground against a building. One man was speaking, and the other man had a rifle which he used to execute the young boy while the young boy sat beside his mother. This man executed him to make everyone fear him. I watched this scene right up until the point of the gunshot going off. The vision stopped and things went blank, and then I heard the gunshot. The Spirit told me the man killed the boy. I remember seeing the look on the boys face like he was alarmed though calm, as if he was really confused as to what was going on. I came out of the possession and stabbed the drawing, as the drawing was the picture of the man who executed the boy. It made me so angry. The Spirit eventually asked me if I would give Her my life to hand the man in. Of course I did.  An ambulance, the EMS crew, and an FBI agent were at our residence. I was in my room. The Spirit possessed my hands and tied a black strong around my neck. She more or less told me to exhale and stand up. Then I got hanged and strangulated. It wasn't too bad as She told me to exhale and count to a certain number. I was cut down from the string, put in a bodybag, and put in the ambulance. When the crew started the Ambulance I came back to life. At a certain time at night, I had to walk to the phone, pick up the handset, and push buttons that were illuminated. It took me several tries as I didn't know how phones worked. Several nights went by as I failed to press the buttons correctly. I guess someone was at a certain phone at a certain time on certain nights. Eventually I dialed the number and the call went thru. Whoever answered was told it was a Holy Spirit, and to trace the number for the address. I don't remember what else was said except for don't call the number back. Another man wound up calling the number back, and the Spirit possessed me, answered the phone, stated something, and hung up.  Prior this, the Spirit had stated the child murderer Arab man had to die. The Spirit had stated the Arabic man gets number six. The Spirit said number six was a team of guys. This was around 1982, and nobody knew anything about a number six which was a team of guys. Nobody could figure out if it was a SWAT team or what.  A CIA agent wound up getting dropped off at my parents house after my father took my siblings to another house and stayed with them. Ryan Zinke, the current Congressman for Montana, was also dropped off at our house. After my mother let him in the house, the Spirit told me to take the drawing of the Arabic child murderer to him. I walked into the living room and handed him the drawing. He gave me a hug after he found out I was hanged. I believe he walked into the den and showed the CIA agent the drawing, as the CIA agent didn't know exactly what was going on. The drawing was of Osama Bin Laden. Ryan Zinke wound up eventually taking high blood pressure as an impairment to speak to the Holy Spirit himself. I had Ryan on one side of me and I had the Holy Spirit on the other side of me. I was trying to relay messages. Ryan had to speak to the Spirit, which required him to take high blood pressure. The Spirit possessed me and sat on the front curb with Ryan. They had their private conversation there.                          The Spirit is the one who used the phone and gave Fed's and other people orders. Eventually a helicopter was hovering over our yard and a sniper was deployed. He wound up in a tree. The sniper wasn't going to shoot anyone though. Other Special Forces soldiers were placed in various locations, and they raked our yard clean of debris. One Special Forces soldier wound up on the sidewalk leading to our front door. He was facing the street while getting orders from a FBI agent. The agent more or less gave him orders to stop anyone from getting thru the basement door. The agent handed him a taser, and said "Use this". The Special Forces soldier used it on the agent. He shocked him with it. Another agent asked him for the taser and the other agent quickly recovered from the shock and said "Use this, NOT on me", and the Special Forces soldier was handed the taser.  2 Special Forces soldiers sat on our front curb and had orders to tell people to use the front door if they walked into the yard. 2 Special Forces soldiers were at our back door and had orders to stop anyone from going thru the back door. I think they piled stuff from the yard in front of the door. A couple Special Forces soldiers were at the back fence and I think they had to more or less tell people they should go to the front door, that was of course if anyone tried to go thru the yard. 2 Special Forces soldiers were in the neighbors yard. They were about 20 feet straight out from our basement door. All these guys had orders to stay where they were, in other words they couldn't go outside the area they were in. The Single Special Forces soldier who zapped the agent with the taser was at the basement door by himself. He asked all of the other guys if he was going to get help if someone came to the basement door. They all told him (more or less) they couldn't go down there, they had orders to stay at their locations.  A man and a police woman came to our front door and my mother answered. She didn't open the door all the way, and the two were pressing her for information. My mother couldn't let anyone in the house. They were trying to find out what was going on if I remember correctly. I don't remember everything they said or asked, though my mother couldn't let them in the house. It seems like they wanted to come inside. Ryan Zinke was behind the wooden front door near the hinges. I think the Spirit had passed the word to him that he had to stand behind the door when my mother answered the door if anyone came to the door. Sometime during all of this, the Spirit had me walk into the living room and say "He will K-I-L-L them", in reference to the Special Forces soldier at the basement door.                         One night the same man who was at our front door with the police woman walked into our yard. The 2 Special Forces soldiers on the curb told him repeatedly to use the front door as he walked towards the basement door. It was very dark at the basement door. The man saw some of them has tasers I think, and he may have worn a thick winter coat. The 2 Special Forces soldiers yelled "Use the front door" many times as this man headed into our yard. 2 navy SEALs had been dropped off at our residence and they were let inside the house. The Spirit was the one setting all of this up. Ryan Zinke told them to go in the basement and sit by the basement door. I think he was more aware of what was going on than anyone else. The man who walked into our yard walked right to the basement door and started tampering with the doorknob. He stayed there long enough where it was evident he was tampering with the door trying to get it open. The Special Forces soldier was hiding and wound up severing the man's esophagus with a knife. He dragged the man's body away from the immediate entryway of the basement door. When daylight came, he rang the doorbell and knocked on the door. Ryan took a spot behind the door as my mother opened the door. The Special Forces soldier said "Someone needs to get a body out of the yard". My mother said she didn't know what a body was, so the soldier replied "A corpse, a dead person". Ryan Zinke started closing the door after the soldier said that, and my mom backed out of the way of the closing door.  The CIA agent made calls and arranged the pickup of the corpse. When the local crew arrived, they knew who the deceased man was. They said, "Did you do this?" to the Special Forces soldier who was sitting by the basement door. He didn't reply, and the CIA agent yelled out of my bedroom window "Stay away from the door!". The police showed up later and shouted orders at the soldier. They fired a shot into the ground and arrested him. The Spirit made phone calls and Major Abbott of the USA army went to the local courthouse where the soldier was being held. Major Abbott brought troops with rifles in several vehicles. He ordered his troops to block off intersections and driveways near the courthouse. He demanded the soldier be released, while the police carried on about processing the soldier or paperwork. Major Abbott started blocking off more drives and intersections with more vehicles and troops. The police asked the troops to move the vehicles, and of course the troops had orders and weren't going to follow police orders. Major Abbott was eventually taken into the holding part of the courthouse, and walked the Special Forces soldier out to his vehicle.  Mykel Hawke was the Special Forces soldier who was arrested. He was eventually brought back to our residence. He eventually took his spot back near the basement door area. Some of the Special Forces soldiers were taken away from their spots and returned to a base, though I don't know exactly when. Anyhow, one night the Spirit took me to the window overlooking the basement door. She showed me where Hawke was. He was hiding in a big bush. She told me what to say out of the window. I said "Mr. Myke, Mr. Hawke, come to the front door, you have to tell my mom what you did in her yard, leave your knife there, it will be there when you get back". He didn't respond or move. I then started saying his social security number. Eventually he headed towards the front door before I could finish saying his complete social security number. My mother let him in, and he said something to the nature of "What's going on". Mr. Zinke said "Tell her what you did in the yard". I think he was hesitant and said he's not talking about it. The CIA agent walked to the edge of the living room during this, said something, and then fell on the floor laughing in the den. The Spirit then had me walk out to the room and say "They will finish him off". The CIA agent laughed even harder. Hawke eventually said he served his country.  Hawke eventually wound up sitting on the curb under orders. I don't remember if it was before or after he was in the house. He had to stay on the Curb portion of the street. The police showed back up, drew their pistol, barked orders at him, and he kept tossing something up in the air. I think it may have been a knife. The officer fired a single shot at Hawke when he didn't follow the officer's commands. The bullet struck Hawke in the forehead and he fell backwards. Another female officer barged in the house and made her way to my room. I was laying in the bed and Ryan was in my room. The officer raised her pistol at me, took aim, and shot me in the forehead. The Spirit took possession of me and told everyone to go outside. The female officer's gun was turned up into her mouth (by the power of the Spirit) and the trigger was pulled after myself, Ryan, and my mother were outside. She didn't die from the gunshot. She only did that to me because of a previous incident where my British Special Air Service soldier was carrying me and he was shot in the head (in which he survived). I wanted to be like him and get shot in the head. For the record, he was an extremely nice guy and I was extremely happy to see him every time he visited. I'd run out the front door when I saw him coming. He died while in service and it was a huge privilege to have known him. Anyhow, Hawke was revived by the Spirit and people wound up slapping him in the head until the bullet fell out. I believe the officer who shot him suffered the same fate as the female officer, which was a self inflicted gunshot wound (in which he survived).  The reality of what Hawke did became evident. He would die by means of the Spirit making it feel like a knife was slammed into his neck if he wasn't sorry he dispatched the man. That's the case if someone sneakily comes from behind and stabs someone in the throat. They will die the same way, except it will be the Spirit making it feel like their is a knife in a person's throat. I would imagine it to be extremely painful and agonizing, possibly taking well over an hour while a person slams themselves on the floor and into walls from the sheer pain. They would probably be able to sneak a few breaths in, just so it lasted long enough for their own saliva to drown them as they probably wouldn't be able to swallow while saliva dripped down their throats filling their lungs. So, Hawke sat on the curb while people tried to make him sorry he did it. Finally, the deceased man's wife walked onto the street and said more or less that was her husband. Hawke shed some tears, and was sorry he did it. He was spared the fate of the Spirit's knife. He carried out his orders though. It was pitch black outside when the man was at the basement door. To me that sort of lets me know just how important it is for a Special Forces soldier to carry out his orders and not fail or leave any opening for failure.  Sometime in the midst of all of this, either before or after, a certain Arab-American was located. The Spirit gave his name (and probably location). This Arab-American had to fly me to Pakistan. Mykel Hawke had orders to go on the flight and watch me. He also had to stand in the street in Pakistan while waiving at the locals. Upon getting off the plane in Pakistan, I was walking with the Arab-American and he was sort of confronted by a Pakistani man. I believe we were leaving the airport heading onto the street. I guess it was out of place, an American kid with an Arab-American in Pakistan. I don't know what they said to each other, and my Angel told me at that time to not look at the Pakistani man and put my head into the stomach area of the guy I was with. The guy I was with put his hand on my head, and I guess with whatever it was he said, we were free and clear to hit the street.  A quick flashback about why the Angel had me put my head into the guys stomach. An earlier incident with Brian, the British SAS soldier, left 2 men unconscious. 2 orderlies at a hostel in the United Kingdom had grabbed him by his arms and hands. Brian took me there for some reason. When they grabbed him, the Angel had me walk into his stomach area and sort of hug him. Apparently, the Angel made the 2 men unconscious. It's pretty amazing to watch some people get knocked unconscious by an unseen force, I'm sure. When I found out how it worked, I was a little 4 (around that age) kid who wanted to go with Brian wherever he went as I saw the power of the Angel and he was sort of not able to be harmed if I was up against him or being held. Through the Powers That Be, we found out Brian was going to die. That's why I wanted to go with him wherever he went, even onto the battlefield. I figured if he carried me with him, the Angel would protect him. Of course this brought on some tears and hugs on both parts. Anyhow, he met his fate.  On the streets of Pakistan, I remember seeing a jeep type vehicle with a heavy machine gun mounted on it. It was just driving on the street. The Angel had me point to the house we had to go to. When we went to the house, a woman answered the door. This is when it gets vague to me. I remember her putting some paper and pencils on a desk, and I was possessed. The bearded Pakistani man who confronted us at the airport had followed us. He was about to knock on the back door, and the Spirit told the woman to open the door and let him in. She opened the door right as he was about to knock. I was possessed at the time, and vaguely remember the man speaking to the Spirit totally unafraid. He had zero fear of this Spirit, neither did the woman. I remember the Spirit ran a pencil through my hand, and mended the flesh afterwards. I don't remember what was drawn, though I'm sure it was of Osama Bin Laden, I'm 99.9 percent sure. The Pakistani man also took high blood pressure to speak to this Spirit about the matter at hand. Sometime during the daylight, I was possessed walking the streets of Pakistan with the Pakistani man. He was walking the streets while speaking with a Holy Spirit. The Pakistani man flew back on the plane when we returned to the USA. He came to our house and wanted to see my mother. He spoke with my mother while she was at the front door, though he didn't want to speak with any FBI or anyone else. I remember he said something to the nature of the SEALs will use their nightvision goggles. He wasn't at our residence long I don' t think.  The worst part of it all was somewhere in the middle of all of this. The Spirit made me lay on my bed. Ryan Zinke and the CIA agent stood next to my bed, and the Spirit wiped all of this clean from my memory. I had zero memory of any of this happening. It was like a spy movie, frames of a movie or something started playing and then a different movie would start playing. The scenes started changing so rapidly it was like I was seeing blurs of movie clips until they flashed so quickly it didn't make any sense. Then it was all forgotten until a few years ago after I lost everything I own including my job, bank account, car, etc..  Sometime during all this crazy Spiritual stuff, the Spirit also told me about another man who was guilty of genocide. She wouldn't show or tell me what genocide was. I only understood it as a man who was doing something wrong, and I could give the Spirit my life again to hand him in. So I did. I went thru another hanging in the corner of my room. This one was slightly worse than the first one, and I think I went into a slight panic before I passed out from strangulation. I'll go ahead and mention the third hanging, which was the worst. The Spirit told me about a man who was distributing moonshine that was lethal. I think She more or less showed me a cartoon type vision where a guy drank something and fell over dead. So again, I gave my life to the Spirit. I figured it would go like the second hanging. I'd follow directions, stand up, exhale, and suffer slightly at the end. Wrong. I was told to stand up and I got snatched right off my feet with full lungs. I hit the wall when the suffering set in. I almost want to say it felt like my face and head were going to explode. Anyhow, it hurt bad. After a guy cut me down (I think a guy named Chad cut me down, and he's in the story as it gets a bit further along) and I layed in the bed. I started crying because that one hurt extremely bad. The Spirit asked me if I wanted to do it again (give Her my life again) and sobbingly I said "No". She asked why, and I stated because it hurt. She asked me if I would do it again if She asked me to. I remembered the downright pain, and thought about another bad guy getting turned over to proper personnel. I was crying and said "Yes", knowing that it would bring about a good outcome. She then basically told me She can't do that, and She told me to go tell my mom about that little conversation. Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't have been a little crybaby and said "Yes, I want to do it again". I think it may have gotten another stupid acting terrorist or ISIL rid from the earth. After that pain though, I didn't lie and I didn't want to do it again.  The Spirit possessed me, used the phone, and contacted the commander of the Special Forces. He drove himself to our house. He stood next to me in my room while I finished drawing a picture. I believe the picture was Saddam Hussein. The Spirit told the commander to arrest Saddam, as he would get a trial for his crime. My vocal cords had been severed so the Spirit was whispering with my voice, and She was letting my vocal cords heal. She possessed me, sat on the front curb with the commander of the U.S. Special Forces, and wrote on paper instead of speaking. He found out they were going to war with Iraq, and I remember him saying they have to overthrow Saddam. I'm sure since they had plenty of time before it happened, some military officers were making plans regarding the invasion of Iraq LONG before it happened. I do not remember all the information that was given to the commander, so I cannot really say much else. I do believe Ryan Zinke and the commander of the Special Forces sat outside in a car discussing their 2 bad guys.  The ATF was given a moonshiner to arrest. Marvin Sutton had bad moonshine and apparently had lots of it. So the ATF went after him to stop the spread of lethal moonshine. It's weird with the ISIl thing going on now. I keep thinking why the Spirit didn't give up ISIL. I do think sometimes if I had that fourth chance to get hanged, it could have possibly been to get rid of someone in ISIL. Anyhow, those were three very bad male human beings. The moonshiner one still baffles me when I think about murderers and terrorists. So now we move on to another ordeal.  A drawing of the World Trade Centers were drawn. The Spirit stated they would fall and there would be lots of deaths. I didn't want these people to die. I could only ask yes or no questions. In order to speak freely, I had to take a leaking heart valve as an impairment. A guy named Chad had come around. He had been requested by the Holy Spirit. Anyone who is requested by the Spirit will have a short life. I believe Chad was going to be Special Forces (Army). I remember everyone told me NOT to take the leaking heart valve. I was running back and forth from my room to the street curb where Chad was. We were thinking of ANY questions to ask that may lead to the tragedy being prevented. I finally said I was taking the leaking valve. Again, the adults told me not to. F--k em, I did it anyway. I was a little kid on a roll doing good for humankind. I didn't think anything of it.  So I took the leaking valve. The Spirit told me my heart valve leaks. I'm sure it's a good one, something that won't be a problem until old age. I'm sure it's a valve that will require open heart surgery to fix. Anyhow, it was stated by the Spirit during all of this, that the only way to prevent this tragedy was to condemn the buildings. The FBI agent who had been involved with me was on his way to our house. Chad took the leaking heart valve also. I was possessed, and Chad sat on the curb speaking to this Holy Spirit. I actually think when the FBI agent showed up (he probably took the leaking valve also), that planes were going to fly into the buildings. This seriously f--ks with my head til this day.  The Spirit possessed me and sat on the curb alot. The Spirit gave some men the option to give their life to save a life. They would hold a steak knife in their hand, and the Spirit would sling their arm up and ram the knife into their neck. They had to touch the knife after that, and the Spirit would yank the knife out of their neck. They would bleed to death out of their artery in their neck. What came out of this was more drawings of the Trade Centers with "Holy Spirit" written on the drawing. I do not know if anything else came out of it other than the drawings. The drawings were used to show people in the Trade Centers PROOF that a Holy Spirit came around and said they were going to collapse. People had the option to move out. I'm sure some did. How long this took place (people showing the drawings) I'm not sure. The FBI agent had the building inspector on site and told him to condemn the buildings. He told the building inspector what was going to happen. Of course the building inspector wouldn't shut down the buildings. For the record: I'm sure the owners or profiteers of the buildings knew this was going to happen. In my opinion, their bank account and "American pride" was much more important than saving 3,000 lives. Condemn 2 giant skyscrapers when they KNOW the buildings will collapse? I'm sure the owners and profiteers were FAR from those buildings and suffered no losses.  A quick flashback to when the guys were giving their life to save a life: The Spirit asked me if I would give her my soul to save a life. I did. She showed me a cartoon of an indian with a knife in his hand. He was holding the knife with one hand, The other hand was fighting the arm with the knife so the knife didn;t come up into the indians neck. So it looked like the indian was struggling with himself. The Spirit asked me if I wanted "the struggle", which was the little indian cartoon. I said no. Of course I got the quick slam of the knife into my throat, which is how my vocal cords got severed. I wouldn't touch the knife, and my mother wound up taking me to the hospital with a knife in my throat. Of course the surgeon said "He might not ever talk again", as I was mouthing "I can't talk". I wound up back at my house and the Spirit told me to touch the knife, I did, and I bled to death. Anyhow, one guy was shown "the struggle" (the indian cartoon) and the Spirit asked him if he wanted "the struggle". He said something to the nature of it being an indian ritual or something. He said he'd take the struggle. The Spirit said he has to ask for it. So, he said "I'm asking you for the struggle". His face did something strange and his eyes drew back like some Chinese eyes, and one guy fell on the street laughing when this happened. The Spirit told someone to go get some people to come and watch. So, people set out knocking on doors so people could come and watch this man get "the struggle". Either before people showed up, or after people started showing up, he said "No, I'm not doing it". The Spirit stated he had already asked for it. He continued saying he won't do it.  The Spirit had my mother bring out a knife. People had come from their houses to watch, and a crowd was gathered on the street. He still said he wasn't doing it. His hand held the knife, and it started coming up towards his neck or face. He wouldn't try and block the hand with the knife. It poked him. Then it kept coming up towards his face or neck. It drew blood. It may have sunken into his throat. Remember, the Spirit has the option to let someone feel the pain OR block out the pain. After it jabbed his face or throat one good time, his free hand quickly covered the wrist of the hand holding the knife and he started struggling to keep that knife from jabbing him again. People were watching this man struggle to keep from stabbing himself. Of course eventually he lost, and the knife went straight into his throat. This was bad. He wasn't going to bleed out of his artery. He was going to slowly suffocate on his own blood. He was making a funky face from choking, and eventually touched the knife and the Spirit yanked it out. He fell backwards making one heck of a face. The Spirit told 2 of the guys watching to hold him down, because he was going to get up. He slowly suffocated. He came back to life after it was all over, on a good note. He surely suffered though.  Sometime during the Spirit works, the Spirit gave some names of men who had a certain outlook on fighting. They may have been the men who wanted the fighting in the world to stop. They had the chance to give their life to save a life. I think 2 of them were FBI. I remember this, I was possessed at the time also. One man showed up, got out of his car, walked over to me, and said "Ms. Spirit". The Spirit asked him if he would give his life to save a life. He said "Yes". The Spirit told him to stand under a tree. He asked "That tree?", and the Spirit said yes. His hands were possessed and tied a string around his neck, then up he went. That man suffered a hanging. He hanged there lifeless afterwards. A man who spoke to the Spirit often was there to watch it happen. He started crying. Then while the man was hanging, his arms and feet started doing a sort of  "march", each knee would raise up, while his elbows were swinging out to one side, then the other. This made the man who watched it happen start laughing. The EMS showed up, got him down, and carried him off in a bodybag. Someone who was going to be murdered had their murder prevented. Another man (I think FBI) pulled up at one point, and when he got out of the car the FBI agent who was at our house quite often walked over to him and asked if he would give his life to a Holy Spirit to save a life. He said yes. He must have had a heart attack. He fell to the ground, I think holding his chest or throat. Maybe he had something strangulate him, I'm not sure. Anyhow, he dropped to the ground and eventually died either by suffocating or a heart attack/heart failure. Another person's murder was prevented. There were a few more men who got to do this. I think a few of them were considered "precious children", so they came back to life after they died. The 2 FBI agents (I think they were FBI) were not precious children and they went to their casket. Another instance happened while I was at home conversing with the Spirit. I had to pick up a water moccasin out of the creek. The Spirit was at the creek with me, and told me to pick up the snake. It was a HUGE cottonmouth. I wasn't supposed to say anything, and I pointed my finger at the snake and said "That snake?". Anyhow, I wound up sitting on the curbside with a cottonmouth beside me. The ambulance, a police car, an FBI agent, a martial artist, and another man all showed up. I couldn't speak, I could only move my lips without making any noise. One man pulled up in his car in front of me. I think he mouthed "I have a gun", and the Spirit told me to move my lips as if to say "Leave it in the car". He was a 3rd or 4th degree blackbelt in taekwondo. He parked his car at the end of the street, got out, and stood there. Another martial artist stood in the street about 75 feet further up the hill. He was stopping any cars or anyone from coming down the street. We lived on a dead end street that is a hill. We were the second to last house on the street. A patch of woods and a creek are at the bottom of our street. Another martial artist also showed up. One man was called by my brother. My dad had left the man's phone number and told my brother to call the man and tell him if I went outside. The man was a jerkoff who wanted to play with and taunt the Spirit. The Spirit isn't one to be taunted. This man pulled down the street in his workvan, and brandished a pistol at the martial artist who tried to stop him from driving down the street. He pulled his van in front of me, and waived his pistol in the window. He was taunting. Guns and a Holy Spirit don't mix. The Spirit possessed me quickly, and lipped something to the man. The man got startled and backed his van up. I don;t know if he turned the van off after he backed up 50-75 feet, or it cut off by itself. The Spirit told one of the martial artists to kick the van door, remove the man from the van, and hit him. He would go unconscious after he was hit, I think that was stated. The man walked up to the van, did some sort of MR. Miyagi deal and jumped from one foot to the other while raising each knee. He told the man he was going to kick his van door and I don;t remember what else he told him. He kicked that door, dented it, and opened it. The jerkoff in the van was SCARED, and he was trying to pull away. He was totally cowardly. When he got pulled out of the van, the man punched him in the center of the forehead. I was possessed during all of this. The Spirit told the man to shove his pistol up the man's a*s. The man pulled the unconscious man's pants down, and shoved the barrel of the pistol up the man's a*s. He made sure it went up there too. The Spirit told the FBI agent to run the man's head over with the van. First though, the Spirit told them to kick the driver door unti it came off the van. Both were martial artists, and they kicked that door until it fell off.  Then the FBI agent backed the van wheel over the man's head.  The Spirit had them load the man into the back of the van, and take him to the emergency room entrance. The FBI agent drove his car. The guy who pulled him out of the van drove the workvan. I rode in the passenger seat of the van while possessed. They drug him out of the van onto the concrete when they got the the ER entrance. A young nurse and an older nurse were outside. They had an FBI agent, a kid possessed by a Holy Spirit, and another guy standing there with an unconscious man. The van had a missing door. It was explained to the nurses he had his pistol shoved up his a*s and etc.. The Spirit told them he wasn't going to die. I think the young nurse (she may have been a volunteer, she was probably in her teens) was aware of the fact that the kid possessed didn't fear the Spirit. Some people think they can kill a person who doesn't fear the Spirit. That's not the case. 

Reviews

[Ashley]

wow a lot to read but liked it it sound sad to me an you are a good writer

[78Jon]

Yes, there's not much happiness in my life. That's a sucky spot to be in also, because everyone around you has control. They get to irritate, agitate, pick you up, or put you down. I've found it's enjoyable to others when a person is severely depressed and sad.