Purified In Him – Pure Spirit

Our God is so wonderful! He is all that and so much more. This is my first article here at The hearts of the Quakers. I was lucky enough to get an invitation to beta read an article by them, and I just wanted to thank you guys for your great help and for being a great example and resource for me in the things of Christ.

I remember the first time I saw the Prophet in the flesh; I was in Israel about to behold his face for the first time. I was about 15 yrs old at the time. Right before this would be my first time, I remember that I was feeling something so intense behind his words that I was about to cry sincere tears over Judas because I felt so convicted by what I was about to do. I remember that I was feeling so convicted that the only answer I had left to relieve me was to make sure that I did everything up to God’s expectation of me. I remember that I was a 15-year-old kid, and I didn’t have the maturity or the ability to control my own feelings or emotions, so my Father stood there and commanded me to cry and confess my sins to Him, and I instantly knew that He was right about this. I remember that He went ahead and shed His perfect weight of sin upon me and then told me to be baptized in the spirit of the Son of God.

After this ceremony, I felt as if what I had felt during the drive to the airport was gone, and I was now hungry and thirsty. I pulled out of the parking lot and immediately ran over to the liquor store. I was looking for Oyashi products. I bought a couple and felt better. As I was walking out of the store, I found some rope and a harness. I rope jumped over a three-foot fence surrounding the lot and walked to the other side, and leaped over a three-foot-high fence back into the store. I bought some Perdue’s and walked back to my car, exasperated from the whole process.

I showed up at my parent’s house at a little past eleven AM. My dad and a sister were up from Grandma yet again, just dealing with hospitality; one night in particular, they had dinner at the restaurant that was also home (It was the greatest restaurant in town named “The discovery spot”). After dinner, my dad spoke to me; briefly, he explained that it was my duty to tell my story to the other members of my family and the rest of the customers arriving in the coming days. He said, you know, “you could” I just had to tell them I was here to talk to them. I said, sure, every week. He said, “but I want you to do it when the customers are there, or I won’t be doing it for them.” I tried to tell him no, it won’t be possible, and he ignored my words and walked away.

Then I tried to think what I was going to say when he was there, to save face with everyone at the restaurant. But I knew that I was going to tell them that I had discovered this new healing art that could change their lives for the better. So I just said this is what I said because everyone at the restaurant was giving me that sort of attention, and it was what I wanted, a genuine smile and genuine words.

I bought a goldfish cage on sale at the store; the fish was later named Moso Christos, a type of fish which I had caught on a fishing boat out past summer, I had paid extra for the rights to use the fish. Moso was a newborn every year, the other staff knew each other before I had, and all felt safe buying from me. I even bought a Perdue uniform for the waitress, which was like a skirt suit but in such a luxurious fabric that one would definitely want to button it up to go to work every day.

Once I had explained everything to my staff members, they trusted me and agreed that I was telling the truth; nobody was convinced otherwise.

This strange incident led me to do many more psychic readings of different types; I was doing a lot of robotic readings for a company that deals with escort prostitution. I was told two things: