PERSONAL EXPERIENCES AND THE POWER OF THE LORD
I arrived in my earthly Family's home last week of November 2021.
But before I came home, I heard the voice of the Lord telling me this, "There's something you need to accomplish there..."
After a few days, one night we're having dinner, and I just ate inside my room to continue doing my work online while eating. And I heard someone was choking, coughing, trying hard to eject something from her mouth. Next, I heard a female voice telling me, "HELP HER."
So, I went outside and saw that it was my Mother. Something stuck on her throat, maybe it's the fishbone. I walked towards her and just touched her throat awkwardly and left immediately, I was not sure if she saw me or if she felt my hands.
Then, she called her 2 little grandkids and told them to touch her throat. After a few minutes, she felt okay. The thorn-like thing inside her throat was gone.
And she told us, "I'm alright now! I felt fine after the little kids touched me. Maybe because they were still innocents."
I just fell silent, agreeing with her statements, commenting nothing, awkwardly smiling.
Then after the typhoon, it was the evening of December 19, 2021, the moon suddenly turned red at around 6pm and I saw a strange formation behind it, like the two animals facing each other and after a few minutes, the figure scattered. Next, there's a sudden fire explosion on our next neighborhood, a little far away from us.
My epileptic brother said this earlier, "Anne take a picture of the moon, it turns red."
Then, he walked to and fro, so restless. And he said something strange out of nowhere, "IT'S TIME. IT'S TIME TO GO."
He's uttering something, that it was a sign.
After dinner, we were about to sleep when my epileptic brother was possessed by something, like a strange spirit. He was talking out loud, nonsense words, nonsense things. I didn't leave my room unless asked or told. My mother called a certain group, a religious sect who's using the Bible too and they're like SPIRITISTS based on the story of my mother and epileptic brother. They joined that group a few months ago though I told them not to, many times. That group was possessed by another Spirit according to them and would teach them to open the Bible and would read out loud a certain passage. She invited them inside the house to help my brother, I was just lying down inside my tent (in my room) and wanted to sleep already. I made sure I won't disturb them and would like to observe them only.
I heard a male voice telling this, "PROTECT HER!"
They're chanting a prayer, opening the bible and uttering something repetitively. I heard someone's knocking on my door after a few minutes but I didn't answer it because I knew their sect was still there.
A male Voice would advise me, "DON'T GO OUT. Don't touch him!"
Then they left afterwards, but my brother was still the same. He wanted to run away outside, he's like restless and not on his ordinary mind. It's already very dark. He's uttering many nonsense words.
Then, my mother knocked again, and called me, "Anne, have mercy, please help your brother."
I opened the door and told her, "Mother, I was told not to touch him. I cannot do it."
Then I went back. My brother was now shouting and it's so scandalous to our neighbors. He's my younger brother, the 7th.
While sitting up inside my tent, I told them this in a clear voice, "LET HIM GO. Don't stop him. Only himself could resolve it."
Because he wanted to go out.
So my brother answered as well, "Mother, don't you want to listen to Anne. She said you need to let me go. It will end soon. However you're always stopping me."
Our conversation was so repetitive, I told them to let go of him but they were always hindering his path so it was never ending. My brother was following my order instantly. He didn't listen to anyone except me. He's like an obedient child following my order.
So the Lord's voice told me, "Okay go ahead. Help him."
So I went out. I He was standing and wanted to go outside.
And I told him instantly, "Sleep, Lie down!"
And he followed too.
"Close your eyes, Clear your mind." And he did it as well.
The Lord said, "WATCH HIM SLEEP."
So I watched him sleep, touching him from time to time. However he suddenly spoke loudly, twisting his body abnormally and as if he's chatting with someone, he's talking to someone unknown.
I told him, "Lower your voice". So he did it as well.
But it's nonstop, He's shouting this, "FATHER, FORGIVE ME! FATHER"
So I touched him and told a strange words as if I am talking to him like a Father, "That's alright my child, I forgive you."
Then, I realized, and came to my senses, and told to myself, 'Why I am referring him as a child, he was my brother.'
I watched him sleep and just ordering him to relax, but still the scenario was so repetitive: he will talk while sleeping, opening his mouth very wide as if something was going out from his body (lifting her upper body at the same time automatically), then he will talk to his side, giggling silently as if someone was there.
And one of his words were, "Let's love one another." "We'll go to heaven, it's joyful there."
I told my family members to just rest and I'll be the one who will watch him.
However, I had no idea that my mother invited again their sect. I was disappointed. I told them,
"Go back, I'm already in charge here."
Within myself, I was so disappointed with my mother why they lack faith and why they chose to believe other people than me. She asked me to help them but then she asked help also to others.
I stopped them all so they went away. My mother was disappointed and maybe felt bad with me.
My brother was manageable and just obeying my order but then, a voice said, "LEAVE HIM NOW."
So I went back to my room again at around 4am. I wanted to get a little sleep. But then, it turned out that my brother went outside and my mother and other 2 brothers followed him too. He shouted long the river where we took a bath always.
Then as he returned, I went out too and helped them again. I boiled a water and made a ginger tea. I gave him a cup too. He drank it too, following me, imitating me but still I saw him differently, his mouth was twisting, as if something was inside of him. And he didn't talk, he just answering me one word and nodding. It's like something had stuck inside him, inside his throat that he kept on ejecting it, trying hard but to no avail. I put salt inside the hot water and he just drank it as well.
It was like that, we had no sleep at all. The moon was shining brightly and there's no power that time. I just made a fire outside through the dark night. And I heard a female voice saying, "ONE BRAVE SOUL."
I went to my room again, and my brother insisted this at around 6 am maybe,
"ANNE told you not to stop me. But you didn't listen. oh Anne oh... they didn't listen!"
He's blaming them for stopping him and according to him it supposedly ended the soonest if they just followed me.
My mother seemed irritated.
They finally gave up and let them go.
And a voice said to me, " FORGIVE THEM, IF THEY WILL BLAME YOU AFTERWARDS. Effective today, move out from this house. We'll help you..."
Before that day, the Lord was always telling me to trust him, that they will find another home that has power so that I could work online.
I went out to talk to my family, but the scene was not good.
My mother, youngest 9th brother, elder sister, elder brother were all there. And they were in a bad mood, in angry mood.
And it was like they're blaming me of something, why I told them to let go of my brother, why I stopped the help they called yesternight.
They all misinterpreted me, and I told them, "IT'S THE WILL OF THE FATHER."
"You cannot stop anything if it's the will GOD. He suffered already. He needed rest."
And my mother was angry and said, "So you are happy if he'll die?!"
I was agitated and felt no good so I walked away, but before I walked out I told them, "Maybe I'll go back to Manila, to work these days."
But they didn't mind it as if they heard nothing. They all continue mumbling negative words, blah blah, I cannot hear it anymore. I kept my ears shut.
So I hurriedly prepared and packed for my things. I brought little things only and texted anyone. I was like in a confusing mood on who to text and where to go. I texted 2 persons, and the first who replied was one of my younger brothers too. My text message got mixed up, I thought it's a female friend of mind. He just texted me the direction going there since my phone was low battery already, at around 10% maybe, I only charged it through a solar lamp.
I bade goodbye to my elder brother and told him I will find a house for me to work again.
As I went outside, my mother was cleaning the front yard with that angry face, I told her, "Mother, I'll go now!" But she didn't bother to look up and didn't speak to me so I just went away.
Instantly, we went to my other younger brother (more than 1 hour travel through bus) and he helped me in finding a rented house.
That day December 20, 2021 was an unforgettable day for me. We had found a rented house, and the lady owner was so kind, a retired teacher. She just let us borrow their beddings and helped me arranged all things in that studio type room. She was very generous and gave us food as well. Even in 25th day and 31st day of December, she gave us all the food they had on their table as well. I was so grateful with her and felt happy because of her good heart.
The next days, the thing I did backfire on me. It's the middle of the night, I was dreaming, a nightmare of my brother and wanted to wake up and I force myself to open my eyes. I hold my eyes through my 2 hands because I felt something not good by forcing myself to wake up. I sat up and moved my body, wiggling it and I totally opened my eyes after a few struggle. But the effect was not good. My eyes seemed bulging on the other side. It became small. I felt a little pain, a discomfort.
And the Lord said, "It did BACKFIRE on you."
"I will help you. Don't touch your eyes. Avoid touching it for a while."
I did follow him and it healed after a few days.
I realized, I should not touch anyone. The voices had always warned me this, "Don't touch other people, don't let them touch you."
An this time, I learned my lesson. It did backfire to me.
And lately the voices told me, "You are not born to become a FAITH HEALER. You're born to FIGHT, you're a warrior!"
I received the news after a few days (that month of December, before 25th) and heard that my younger brother went back home after I went away. He was okay and felt better already, and had that normal epilepsy attack from time to time, it's inborn maybe. I just went home afterwards through the advise of the Lord to get my other things. I just greeted them as a civilized person, like nothing ever had happened before and went to pack one baggage only. As I went outside, only my younger brother was there, and as usual he will ask for an internet load like a kid.
I just continued my support to them, sending them financial assistance monthly though I didn't go there anymore.
-By Anne (written 2.3.2022 6:06pm)
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