.. looooooooooove... Jesus! How can I
leave this intensely spiritual gathering when
I love Him so much and we have here a
great master of the Christian path to teach
me all the ways of My Lord?" Every time I
talked about my love for Jesus, the high
priest and his inner circle were very much
disturbed and, although they hid it on the
surface, it was throwing them into an inner
tizzy. Many of the less involved followers,
those ignorant of the satanic nature of this
cult, were becoming suspicious of them.
Following me back to the easy chair,
the high priest had anger and suspicion in
his eyes. Indeed, he was well aware of who I
was and Who had sent me, but he couldn't
say or show this outwardly because it would
affect those under his charge. Sitting down, I
made my intention of remaining in the
house very clear, which displeased him.
Momentarily, my spiritual vision was
expanded to view the activities of the upper
floor where the hard-core cult members
were gathered. All were dressed in black
ritualistic garments, and their conversation
was putridly evil. Amongst their topics of
discussion was that of mutilating a human
corpse, which they intended to do in a ritual
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