Sperm Donor or Sire

I was going to continue with some things about what is going on in our newly formed communistic country, but something much better came along.

For the past few days I have been working on the new book, Conquering Spiritual Evil Vol. 2. The chapters were about generational healing. There is some really good stuff in them.

Nevertheless, I was thinking about the concepts and experiences we’ve had with generational healing. Suddenly, off in the distance I could see a really bedraggled man outside our property line, beyond the shielding. I’m thinking, this must be in the spirit because I’m seeing through the wall. Sure wish I knew where the on and off switch was for that. I’d keep it on more often.

He appeared to be in chains and I instinctively knew he was being guarded by a couple of warrior guardians. There was no fear felt or experienced. I asked who he was and was told he was my father’s sire. I asked who was guarding him, knowing that they had also gone into hell and brought him up. It was my sighted friend’s warrior guardian and mine. Made me wonder what they were up to and why they had brought him up to my property line.

In all the years I had known of him, I had only called him “the sperm donor” or the white man who raped my father’s birth mother. My father happened to be the result of the rape. I had no respect for him, only anger. This was exacerbated when we did a generational healing for my father’s birth mother or my grandmother – Moon Star. My sighted friend did a report after, where she described the entire thing. Usually she will “see” the event in the spirit and report it. Only this time the Savior had her go into my grandmother and experience the event, I mean the rape, in first person. She also went into Moon Star’s father who saw this man dragging her away to do the deed. He had started to run to save Moon Star when another man tripped him and beat him up. She felt the pain, all the emotions of both my grandmother and her father. Then my sighted friend was taken to the hospital room where this young teenage Native American was about to give birth. She felt all those emotions of being alone in a white man’s hospital and not being treated like a human being in the least.

It was so overwhelming the Savior took my sighted friend away and placed her suspended in light in order to recover from what she had not just seen, but had experienced firsthand. It was because of being able to read this and feel the emotions of it that I had little respect for my father’s sire.

What is below comes from the generational healing report from my sighted friend. It is from August 18, 2006:

“….Instantly I was the young girl standing by the mother feeling both curious and nervous. There was wonderment of the cause of the excitement of the dogs. A band of white men, on horseback, rode into the village and dismounted. There was a feeling of foreboding. One of the men, after looking around, spotted me (the young girl), and grinned in a sickening way. He had dark, stringy hair, and a dark scraggly, somewhat bushy beard, on a face that needed a good cleaning. That face was both fascinating and terrifying. The man had more than one face. The one face was smiling with glittering eyes that seemed to be trying to look friendly. The other face was more narrow and overlaid the other face. It had a frightening leer and dark, evil eyes. The frightening, mean face was easier to see than the other one was. I was rooted to the ground by a terrible fear. The evil man strode purposely and quickly over and grabbed me by the arm which loosed a scream of panic from my lips. The man laughed.

Suddenly I was shifted from the girl to third person position. One of the elder Braves began running toward the screaming girl. Without warning I was the running man. Fear, anger, frustration and hate was in the mind and heart. The leering white man dragged his beloved daughter to an unknown location. There was determination to save the girl. Unfortunately, one of the white men, somehow, tripped the father causing a stumble but not a fall. Intense anger and frustration was felt at the interference. The beating administered by the white men only intensified the anger, frustration, and sense of helplessness to protect his family.

Again, without warning, I was shifted to the young girl, in the first person. I was frantically fighting with everything I had to escape the grip of the man with the terrible leering face, in the process of raping a tender, sensitive body and mind. The fear and pain was so great my stomach and chest hurt, terribly. I was becoming frantic in intense pain and fear.

           I was yanked out and placed in a pure, brilliant, white, featureless      environment, to float for just a few moments. Arms were wrapped around            me…..”

That should be enough to give you an idea.

Now this man is in front of me. I asked what he wanted. He said he needed help and hoped I could find it in my heart to help him. I’m sorry to say I wasn’t kind. What do you do with this? I thought my box was pretty big and I could take most anything from the world of spirits. But he came from the hell part of the world of spirits and wanted to chat? I felt his remorse, guilt, and more for what he had done. My heart did soften. There was more, but this will suffice.

I told my sighted friend about it the next day, asking for a second witness of the event. She called today and said she was told to come over.

We chatted for a good two hours. Eventually this came up. All of a sudden she went into a spiritual mode I seldom see her in. She actually became a tape player, where she repeated what was being told to her. I was told that I wouldn’t be here if the rape had not occurred. That this man and Moon Star had planned this before they came here. When the group of men went to the village he was driven to go after her and not look at anyone else. It took him over until the deed was accomplished. I was told this merged two nations, that of this Native American tribe and the Caucasians. My father was the result of both coming together. He was half Northern Cheyenne and Caucasian, a half breed that the Native Americans did want and neither did the whites. In the 1920’s it wasn’t politically correct to adopt a half-breed. There were other things, but that is good enough to get the idea I believe.

He then asked for a generational healing to get rid of the problems this caused and to be able to get out of hell. My sighted friend confirmed that he has suffered greatly in hell and is honestly seeking forgiveness and help.

A while back a good friend was faced with the proposition of forgiving or hating her abusive father. Her choice came after a long chat with my sighted friend where she learned he had come here to help her and her family understand how to overcome those feelings of hatred after being so abused as a child. We’ve written about this before here on the blog. She chose forgiveness. I am choosing the same. Thank you for such a strong example my friend.

Do I have any right to not forgive? The Savior has declared we all must all forgive. As I write this, Moon Star is standing behind me. I can feel my “negative feelings” melt away. Hers also. I understand from what Snuffer has written that if we stand as an accuser, we are Satan, as he is the accuser. We become like him if we accuse. I don’t forgive my father’s sire because I don’t want to be a Satan and accuse, I forgive because my Lord Christ has asked me to. He did, and does. I desire to be like Him. So I will forgive and hopefully my Lord Jesus Christ will help me forget.

We will eventually do a generational healing for this man. I will forgo calling him the sperm donor or sire. One day I hope to call him grandfather and mean it. You have no idea how hard that was to imagine just two days ago.

God bless and have a great rest of the week.