Fear Dies

Fear is a paralytic trick. Like cancer it grows, consumes, and can easily put a life in lock down. A few years ago, I realized that I had never felt safe, ever. Not for one moment. Why had I chosen imprisonment? Jesus talked about freedom. Yet Christianity is most often a constraint. So where is freedom? The occult had seemed to have hidden it.

I have found it. First, I had to throw away the legalistic rules that weighed me down with guilt.  This began when I committed to, two hours of prayer every morning. My conscious, which had been, a nudge when my behavior was bad, became a source of enveloping warmth and all needed information. This perfect warmth never leaves me.  Sitting here now I cannot think of any greater pleasure than to just sit with my lord. 

Even, my guilt has no hold on me. My freedom came when I realized that the behavioral changes that I needed to make came without effort as I committed to spending time with him.  Every day, he encourages me without judgement. I know their will be a day of judgement for all of mankind. But until then he inspires. I look at changes that I need to make and the next day my behavior gets better. He does not expect me to be perfect.  This is true repentance. Living a life of repentance has set me free and placed a shield around me that makes me untouchable. I not only don’t feel the fear I see that I have nothing to fear.

Now, I am untouchable. This is not some dreamy idea. Here is just one example. 

Six months ago, while on a trip, I heard a clicking noise as I was falling asleep snuggling my dog. It was that click one hears when a hotel door is unlocked. I was in a hotel room with a defenseless puppy. I did hear God speak in this moment. Still, this should have forced me into a fighting position. But no, I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke feeling rested, gooey. I was puzzled about what had happened while I was falling asleep. But I laid still feeling loved. I delayed getting up. It is rare for me to sleep that well in a hotel. But when I did move, I realized that my legs were hanging off the bed. I gasped for air as a result to the shock. This alarmed me but I shook it off for a while.

In prayer I asked for an explanation. I knew that there was missing information. I did remember hearing the voice of God as the door clicked. So, I focused on that. I remembered what he said. He said, they are coming but I won’t let them do anything to you. I continued asking for further explanation.

I got it. Three people came into my room. They were wearing cloaks with hoods that only left a slight chance of exposing their faces, which I never saw. One was a dominate male. There was a passive smaller male and a woman. While they stood over me, she said, “Cute Dog”. The dominate male replied. “She is not supposed to do that.” He was referring to the fact that sleeping with pets is considered an occult practice. The third person did not speak but I believe was a less dominate male. I remained unconscious as they moved me into a sitting position. I did not fight or respond to the intrusion. That is not like me, or anyone. Also, I sat without assistance which leaves me to believe that I had been put into a trance which had been done many times in my childhood. This was apart of the mind control sessions.

There were the four of us in the room. But they all began to look behind me, toward the corner of the room. Someone or something spoke and informed them that they could not take me. “She is going against us!” The dominate male responded. I learned in childhood that even though I refused witchcraft they had standards about what could be done to me. They were not allowed to hurt me unless they could justify it with the idea that they are defending themselves. In truth, I was going against them as I was on a trip to meet a group of people who I have now bonded with in efforts to make a stand against ritual abuse.

In childhood, they tried to get me to renounce Jesus by saying that they could teach me to defend myself. This was ridicules because they were fueling a false need for defense by hurting me.

They left and obviously failed to place my legs back onto the bed. This would have caused me to wake due to the uncomfortable position. My God not only protected me he forced me into the deepest sleep I had in quite some time. He is glorious.

The all mighty God is handy to have around. He protects me from evil forces that wish to kidnap me for the purposes of mind control. He also provides good sleep. I can not express the level of happiness that I have come to enjoy since I learned to repent.

I questioned why God allowed them to put me in a trance. I am his servant and under his protection. But after a while I realized how many members of the occult have come to the truth when they see that the one true God will stop them in their tracks. He is all powerful and perfect.

Published by Robyn

Robyn has found refuge from satanic ritual abuse. After, many years of suffering the effects of mind control programming she committed to a life of repentance and prayer. Two hours of prayer every day reformed her way of thinking. This process of slow change has flipped the damages done during her childhood inside out. Now she lives a life of abundance and safety. God did this. This divine process began before she realized it. With divine encouragement she earned a degree in communications and sharped her writing talent. She shares her healing in a book titled, Refusing the Occult. With her ability to describe the events she shows that Jesus never left her. He has been with her throughout the abuse and its effects. Nearly, every request that she has made of God has been given to her in his perfect timing and way. Robyn lives with her husband and is active in ministry in Missouri where she rejoices in all things. The truth has set her free.

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