THE WOMAN & THE DRAGON [2]: MOVING TO ARALIA STREET
I Had To Be Very Slowly Shown, By Holy Angels Of God, Exactly Who And What, Was In Control Of My Life.
Not long after arriving back to Darwin, I had received a notice of eviction from Boscani Residential, in regards to the unit, that I had been living in, at Progress Drive. So on top of everything else that was going on, it was time for me to move, once again. During this time, it seemed like I was being attacked from all angles. Demons attacked me through other people. One attacker was cruelly mocking and slandering me. The other was attacking the deception that I was under, with the truth. The Bible was open and by my side. I was now able to discern between the two forms of contact. The cruel attacker was using everything outside and apart from God's Word. Aside from that, there was the ongoing physical attack. As well as the strange invasive thoughts, this 'attack', included the buzzing sound in my ears and the shaking, or vibration of my body [torso], so that one time, I stopped and listened, to see of there was some kind of low flying jet, above the units.
It wasn't long before I received a message on the pc: THE NERD WANTS TO MOVE. Subsequently, the moment that I attempted to begin to start packing up, in order to leave, both my arms became paralysed from the elbows down, so that I spent the morning, unable to use my hands and trying to pick up things with my elbows. This was followed by more 'signs' or 'messages' in car plates, that came up in front of me, while moving through the traffic, in quick succession: [MEFLY] [BUZZZZZ] [BEEE] and [BLONDIE]. One day, when I entered the Darwin Post Office, there were two book covers, that appeared in front of me, while movng forward in the queue. They were "LITTLE MISS NAUGHTY" and "MR STRONG". I had no idea, how they [my guides], were able to do this. I felt like a rat running a maze and at every turn or dead end, there was another message from him. Many months later, he was to find the right car and have that person drive that car, in front of me, along the Stuart Highway, on the way into Darwin. The personalised plate read [LABRAT]/ LAB RAT.
Shark Week
The enchantment [mind control] that I had been placed under, felt like emerging out of a dream, out of a period of hibernation, in a deep winter landscape, but I was very slowly getting stronger and better, in remembering, who my enemy was and then forgetting again [as other programmed selves emerged] ... so, forgetting again, until I remembered again and then, remembering more than forgetting and then, finally remembering. I had to remain conscious and aware at all times. I was too afraid to take a headache tablet during this time, in case I went under again.
But sometimes, I would forget, that the demons of Edinburgh, were not my friends.
On one occasion I asked in my mind, about my experience at George Mackenzie's tomb, when photographing the demon, who called himself MACKENZIE KNIGHT, as a black fog, moving around the tomb. I wondered what he was doing and thinking?
The answer came via the pc in the form of the above advertisement, Shark Week. I was told that my spirit, to them, I was like fresh blood, sending Mackenzie into a frenzie of rage, in a similar way, that a wounded fish, releasing its blood in to the ocean, sent any sharks, who happened to be in th area, into a feeding frenzie.
In my journal I wrote the following: "He is still attempting to paralyse me, my forearms were the first target. The church environment did not stop this onslaught, but praying did. The forced consciousness of focused directed thought in the name of love breaks his hold on this reality. The Dragon was able to wipe my memory over and over. I simply kept forgetting that he was not in love with me and going under again, to be bombarded with signs, messages and songs that, along with my PK was altering physical reality. He showed me the words: "I am Lambe" - the lamb - jesus and "I worry about Jim [Jinn]". In his eyes, it's because I want what they can give me, but he thinks that is sex."
[Update 2017: What I did not know at the time, was that there is no such thing as PK, [Psychokinesis] or RSPK [Recurrent Spontaneous Psychokinesis]. This is simply another made up label, that fallen angels and/ or higher level demons fulfill, when interfering wih people's minds and lives. Also, The Dragon, while leading me to the demon "Mackenzie Knight", while in Edinburgh, Scotland, had become furiously jealous, in regards to my interacton with him, or that, which he considered on his side, but somewhat lower than himself, in both character and spiritual ranking].
Packing Up To Leave Progress Drive
It was time to leave the security of Progress Drive, in order to look after my cows and Cody. During this time, I was hardly thinking beyond what I had to do that day.
I had lived on the edge of the ocean for three years, with a washing machine, a clothes drier, a bath, an unused spa on the verandah and a gym a few doors away.
I had been trying to recover from CFIDS [Chronic Fatigue Immune Dysfunction Syndrome], that had left me bedridden and housebound, for over seven years.
I had been sharing the unit with The Dragon, who regularly blacked out the entire block. It was the place where Mackenzie [the demon] had bashed me, in my bed.
Collecting Pushkin ...
Around this time, I had collected Pushskin from the airport. He was very pleased to see me and immediately started stretching and flexing his claws, in and out. He was overweight, with a thick coat, that had not seen a brush. His claws were overgrown, so that it would affect his ability to walk and I was soon to learn, that he had developed a behaviour, where he was afraid of going in and out of a doorway. I suspected from his behaviour, that he had been abused, multiple times.
I felt awful about having had sent him to Edgar's Mission, to be placed under Pam Ahern's 'care' and was counting my blessings, of having gotten him back alive, having paid his airfare down to Victoria, plus Pam Ahern's petrol money, to pick hi up. After having paid for food and veterinary bills and now having paid his seven hour flight back to he NT again, I vowed never to give Pushkin to anyone, after two bad experiences. He was finally back with me, this time, for better or for worse, it was for keeps. Pushkin was to remain with me, for the remainder of his life, on this earth.
I was still at a loss as to what to do regarding the cows and Cody. I had attempted to purchase a 300 acre property called 'Ryder Homestead' in Wattle Flat, in New South Wales, with the company funds. Not only did it have good pasture for the cows and Cody, but it had the potential for being a property, that could be used for a variety of non-profit and charitable purposes. While my primary reason for purchase was just for the ten cows and Cody, the property possessed a number of rooms and was already set up as an accomodation. It could be used for a writers and artists and I had previously thought, as perhaps even a spiritualist retreat as well. The original offer of purchase had fallen through, since the owner wanted $5,000.00 more, than what I could borrow from the bank, which would have meant having the company, taking out a second loan, just to borrow that extra amount.
A Gift To The Church
During this time, my attention has also been drawn to a forty acre property in Batchelor in the NT, that had a stone cottage and a house on it. Again, the pasture and layout of the property, appeared to be was suitable for both Cody and the cows. I wasn't interested in it. But I knew that the animals were not being looked after and I was very concerned for their safety. In desperation, I asked God, telepathically, what I should do in regards to them? The unexpected answer came almost instantly, in a loud telepathy, buy the property and give it to the church.
I was shown a picture inside my head, of Pastor Sue and Steve Rowe and was told to give it to them. I believed that the message was from God, so I didn't question it. I was beside mysel with worry regarding the cows and Cody and if God Himself, told me to do that, then it was obviously the right thing to do. I broke down in sobbing and I thanked God for the relief, of giving all the company's assets to Him [The Church] and that my cows and Cody, would also finally have somewhere safe to live. I rang the agent who was looking after the property in Batchelor, Judy Blore. I made the offer and had to wait 24 hours for a final answer from the owner, who seemed reluctant to sell. Just before Judy called me back I was warned, there will be a temptation from the left. A moment later, the phone rang and it was the agent from Bathurst, letting me know, after almost 8 weeks, that the owner had decioded to drop the $5,000.00 as requested and had in effect accepted my offer on Ryder Homestead. This was the property that I wanted to purchase, but as instructed, I told the agent, that I had just made an offer to purchase another place, outside of Darwin. That night, just in case I still had any doubts, about sucuumbing to temptation, after hearing what God had told me to do, I was to dream about the Ryder Homestead property, as being full of evil shadowy figures.
Not long after this, I rang my mother in Sydney, to tell her, that I had given all of the company's assests to the church. She said, "Oh, right." I arranged to drive out to Batchelor, to meet Judy Blore. I followed a car, all the way to the Stuart Highway, with [BLUEY65] on the number plate, followed by [TRUST], [JUDAS], [RIGHT PRICE], [TOO MUCH], No.1 Mrs. As I got closer to the property, I noticed a dark cloud, next to the sun in the sky. There were no other clouds around. Not knowing any better, I saw this as representing both Mackenzie Knight and God.
In my journal I wrote the following: Re: the property. I have never desired to owned anything, but the company had assets, that had to be used to do something charitable, in the community down the track. Now they are donated to The Church and are being used to start a mission and a small church in Batchelor, one hour outside Darwin, where my animals will receive free residency for life. I do not know how other people respond to having their life under threat by a demon 24/7, but I intend to live and I am doing what God tells me to do. I'm lucky in that no mistake can be made, since my instruction comes with endless stream of corresponding physical phenomenon that I trust.
Once at the property, I was shown around, only really half seeing, what I was being shown. I was still in my old patterns of thinking and interpreting my physical environment, so I asked for another 'sign' to clinch the deal. The first came in the firm of a sticker, on the back of a car, parked in the driveway: 'We're All About Engineering". That was my guides. The second 'sign' occurred when the owner, also Judy, called out to her dog, whose name was 'Matrix.' As it turned out, the 'physical phenomenon' had been from The Dragon, but God was watching and He saw that I trusted Him, even if I had been misguided and this meant something.
Things moved very quickly from then on. I rang an agent, Annabelle Miles, who would be responsible for selling the company's two units in Nightcliff and Kristin, the company's conveyancer, to do the legals and close the bank loan. Ted and Neville from the church, helped me to move some things, from the unit that I had been renting, in Progress Drive, to one of the company's units, in Aralia Street, while the sales were going through. The cleaning of the rented unit, the selling of the two units owned by the company, the purchasing of the property in Batchelor to be transferred to the church, the prepration for transportation of the ten cows and Cody from Victoria, to the property in Batchelor, the attendance at The Faith Centre and most importantly, the words of The Bible, that assisted me in dealing with ongoing diabolical attack - these are the things that were to preoccupy me, for the next twelve weeks or so. As soon as the property had been transfered to The Faith Centre, The Dragon was to send me a series of emails, saying things like: "Merry Xmas. They will love your gifts." It was a $500,000.00 donation, in exchange for a raggity old copy of The Good News Bible, that the women from the church had given me. When I gave the property to the church, Neville said, "I don't know what to do. I smiled and said, "... have faith." It was afterall, The Faith Centre.
Today - An Example Of The Style Of Church And The Style Of Song That I Needed At The Time.
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