This was way back in the 1980's. I was living in Fayetteville NC near Ft Bragg and Pope AFB. It had been reported in the news that summer about several women being attacked along this certain stretch of road. These women were in car breakdown situations when a carload of men would arrive. The women thought they were going to be helped, but instead they were brutally attacked. I had a job in the mall working evening hours to close. This schedule had me leaving work pretty late at night. One evening as I'm driving down that stretch of road the alternator in my car went out. Lights started to dim, car coasts to a stop in the parking lot of a business. Remember no cell phones, I look around, no payphone, no people, nothing but darkness. Then I hear music, car radio, and see headlights heading towards me. But from the opposite direction a car pulls in, the passenger window comes down and a masculine voice says to me, "get in, they're coming for you".
I was nervous, but walked towards the car. I thought to myself, 'I can't get in that car unless he has a broken leg, I can get away from a guy with a broken leg.' Lo and behold, the man offering me help had a cast on his left leg from ankle to mid thigh. I jumped into his passenger seat just as a car full of men, radio blasting, came skidding into the same parking lot right next to my disabled car. We pulled out of there and my rescuer asked where I live. I gave him my address, he said he lived in my same neighborhood. He took me home and I never saw him nor his car again. I searched for him for months. I know in my knower that I was rescued by an angel.
Then there was the time I heard God's voice: I hesitate to tell this story simply because it doesn't shine favorably on me. I don't recall how old I was, but I was young and stupid. One day I had stopped to visit my cousin. I did this often because he always had marijuana. And I would partake if he offered. This particular visit he had a giant black trash bag of weed. When he left the room I convinced myself that I could take a little and he'd never know. So I put a little pot in a cigarette cellophane wrapper and put it n my pocket. ( See? Not my finest hour.) We visited a little, said our good-byes, and out the door I went. I got to my car and terror struck me. A thunder voice that seemed to be coming from everywhere said, "Take it back". I could see a man mowing grass, but couldn't hear it, I could see cars on the road, but couldn't hear them, no wind, nothing, all other sound was gone, except for the thunder voice. I fell to the ground, my legs were like rubber and couldn't hold me. I was trembling and crying hysterically, I crawled my way back to my cousin's door. He was so surprised to see me in this condition just seconds from walking out his door. I confessed to him my theft and what I had experienced. He said, " first of all I would have given it to you, second, I believe you, third, I know I can trust you more than most, clearly your God keeps an eye on you".
Everyone remembers what they were doing on September 11th 2001, that was the day I met Satan: I homeschooled my boys. That Tuesday morning was just beautiful in Central Oklahoma, so we decided to take our school work to the city park. We set up at a picnic table across the road from the duck pond. My back was to the road and the duck pond as I was facing the boys, both seated at the picnic table. I noticed the boys looking at something behind me, I turned to see a man sitting on a swing just a few feet from me. He seemed to be listening to the lesson. His being there startled me and I said, "You should have made your presence known, where did you come from?" He said," do you know who I am?" I replied,"no". He said, "I'm known as Satan, and I've been walking around on the earth." He got up from his seat to approach my eldest son. He pointed a finger at my son and began to speak, "you will never..", I cut him off, stood between him and my son and said as firmly and convincingly as I could muster, "you don't speak into my child's life, you need to leave!!!!". He started to walk away, I turned my attention back to my kids. After a moment I looked up to see where he had gone, he was no where to be seen. He walked toward an open field where people play Frisbee golf, where did he go? He just vanished. We packed up our school stuff and walked back home. I turned on the TV to see the twin towers burning. I'll never forget my 9/11.
A few years ago I walked into this interesting looking store in a neighboring town. I was thrilled to find a wide variety of dried herbs. I'm looking intently at the herbs when I noticed that each herb bin included a spell. Yes, a spell. Love spells, enemy spells, and more. I thought, 'oh, I'm in the wrong store'. But I didn't want to appear rattled so I continued to make my way around towards the exit when I noticed a full blown pentagram alter with candles and a goat's skull. Still trying to maintain a calm, I hear the shopkeeper lady who has been watching me say, "all the herbs are kosher". That really freaked me out. How could she have known that I'm kosher? What a telling thing to say. I thanked her and left. That's when I realized she knew because her demons told her. Clearly they recognize me as belonging to the Most High. I'm marked. Or at least that's how I understand what happened.
Could the man in the cast be just a regular fellow? Sure. Could I have imagined the thunder voice? Perhaps, but I doubt I could be convinced of that. Was the Satan character just a crazy guy giving me a hard time? That's possible too, but in such a small town in which that I grew up, you'd think I would have seen him before, and where did he go? I have no other ideas on how the witch/ shopkeeper knew that kosher was important to me, or even that the word 'kosher' would get my attention. Like I said, I know what I know, just sounds crazy to others.
Crazy stories, and they're all mine
A work in progress
Teresa
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