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20.01.2022 I lift up my eyes to the hills where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. ... Lead me in your truth and teach me, For you are the God of my salvation; true wisdom and power are found in God; He uncovers mysteries hidden in darkness; he brings light to the deepest gloom. [all] these ... things God has revealed to us by his Spirit. (Ps 121:1-2, Ps 25:5[a], Job 12:13[a], 22, 1 Co 2:10[a]) How it all began It all started on a bleak, wintry, July day in Wellington, New Zealand, in 1987. An angry storm howled and roared outside like a wild beast, and the sky was an ominous dark grey. Hundreds of meters up, a tiny house clung to the hilltop, buffeted by the merciless winds. My family and I lived in that house. I became a Christian in October 1985, in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. A year later, God told me that He wanted us to move to New Zealand. Consequently, on 4th April, 1987, my family and I traveled to Wellington, New Zealand. A month later, we moved to the aforementioned house. There was an evil influence there, and this coupled with feelings of homesickness for Canada and my church friends - plus the fact that I didn’t feel close to God, resulted in a terrible state of mind; it was as if I was living in Hell. That day, as I was wondering what we were doing in New Zealand, a voice whispered softly to me, saying If you follow my statutes and commands according to 1 Kings 11:38, I will be with you. I opened my Bible, and read the verse: if you heed all that I command you, walk in My ways, and do what is right in My sight, to keep My statutes and My commandments, as My servant David did, then I will be with you (1 Ki 11:38, NKJV). I was very grateful for this Bible Rhema, but wished with all my heart to hear more frequently from God. I wanted to be friends with God. Did pastors hear his voice regularly I wondered? Does a person have to be a pastor, priest, or a Pope in order to hear God’s voice? Couldn’t ordinary people like me hear Him too? When I’d attempted to talk with God, all I’d received was stony silence. That cold, windy day, I longed to be closer to God. That July, at a women’s meeting, I received the baptism of the Holy Spirit. One year later, God granted my wish to be closer to Him in a miraculous way. We were living in a different house at that time, when, one day, during morning prayers, I noticed the image of a person sitting in the chair opposite me! Startled, I mentioned it to my son. Yes, it’s Jesus! He replied, unperturbed. After we’d exchanged greetings, we asked Jesus a barrage of questions including whether if we’d been in Eden instead of Adam and Eve, we’d have sinned too (He answered in the affirmative); if there was life on other planets, and many more questions! Poor Jesus patiently answered every one! In the following weeks and years, we continued our talks with Jesus on a daily basis, and as a result, I no longer felt lonely and separated from God. Instead, I developed a warm friendship with Him and Jesus. One day, Jesus told me about a plan that the devil used to get demons into homes. He then told us to discard various items which we did. These included my son’s G.I. Joes, a turquoise jewelry set from my aunt (from which a host of tiny witches on broomsticks took off in a swarm [!]), a painting of the Sacré Coer Cathedral in Paris (which was once a Moslem mosque), and some transformers. Over the years, we collected a large amount of spiritual knowledge, which I recorded in diaries. Jesus communicated with us in various (sometimes unique) ways: through: music, posters on buses, black text written on the white-boards of our minds, talking directly to us, giving us inspirations, via spirit-to-spirit contact, and many more ways. On 1st March, 1990, God called me to be a writer (all my life, I’d assumed I’d be a painter not a writer!). On 13th April of that same year, we moved to Adelaide, South Australia. In October 1993, Jesus began teaching me in earnest. He advised me that He wanted me to clear out all ungodly objects from our town-house. These included: worldly music (some by known drug-addicts), heirlooms from unsaved relatives, and a number of my daughter’s fairy-tales, which contained witches, goblins, dwarfs, fairies, giants, etc., plus a toy fairy-tale castle, and a mermaid doll. When we’d finally finished (and the garbage-bins were overflowing), a supernatural peace descended. On January 1st 2000, God told me He wanted me to write a Christian book that would contain the knowledge He’d given us over the years. I accepted the challenge, and at forty-eight years old embarked on a brand-new career! On the last day of January, in 42C heat, I walked downtown to the reference library, located a large number of books, and began my research. At that time, I had absolutely no idea of the enormous task that lay ahead. However, as the years slipped by, I soon realized how big the task was, and began to feel thoroughly overwhelmed. Attempting to translate the spiritual knowledge we’d obtained from Jesus into the physical realm, so that it became clear to readers, seemed at times utterly impossible; unexpected problems of every kind popped up continually like meerkats suddenly popping out of their burrows! However, God, in His infinite patience and kindness solved every problem great and small.

07.01.2022 A representation of some subjects in this Christian book identifying certain ungodly practices and objects that attract spiritual entities - who interfere with hearing God's voice.

04.01.2022 Thank you all for liking my author page! Glad a lot of you want to hear the voice of God!Thank you all for liking my author page! Glad a lot of you want to hear the voice of God!