great shift in energies and things began to go
very differently than I had anticipated they
might.
Thirty to forty of the darkest and
most evil members of the cult had shown up
in full dress black. Standing before a patch
of bare ground piled high in a mound, they
stared me down with their eyes. Intending
this mound to be my grave site, I was
completely unmoved or unafraid through an
inexplicable gift from God. A presence could
be felt all around us and literally in the
molecules of the air which I could not yet
identify, but I knew that I was surrounded
by heavenly protection, and even more than
that, I was filled with peace and a sense of
complete safety. Perhaps I had not come by
myself after all, but had been given the
invisible assistance of legions of angels from
heaven.
Kneeling before the patch of ground,
I began to continually repeat, over and over,
the words which caused them so much
anguish. "I love Jesus, I love Jesus. I...
loooooooooove... Jesus." As I did this, six
roses emerged from the ground in three
rows of two. Single stalks with singular
flowers, they appeared in the colors of white,
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