This historical
sketch was written by the late Roger Morneau. He
describes how God miraculously delivered him from a high-level Satan-worship cult.
Herein God allows us to peek into the supernatural where, as you will learn, participants
literally sell their souls to Satan and are not normally allowed to escape
alive.
A Harrowing Brush With the Powers of
Darkness
By Roger J. Morneau
My Early Years
I was born in the year1925 in the province of New Brunswick,
Canada. My parents were devout French Roman Catholics. Two of my aunts were
nuns, and my father’s brother a priest and monseigneur of the Catholic Church. Our family
practiced many types of bodily humiliations in order to gain favor before God.
For instance, it was customary at certain times of the year for the members of
our family to hold an all-night vigil. Each of us took turns kneeling for one
hour before a statue and saying the rosary, or other prayers.
One Sunday in winter, on
our way home from church in horse drawn sleighs, speaking above the sound of
the bells I asked my mother “Why was Jesus was so kind
to people when He walked on earth, and became so mean after He went to heaven?”
She replied “What makes you ask that?” I then reasoned “Why would a good God
burn people in purgatory for hundreds of years over some small offenses? He
certainly doesn’t practice what He taught. You and dad practice what you teach
us. You teach us to forgive one another’s offenses. Shouldn’t God also forgive
completely?” I felt that God should be at least as kind and compassionate
toward human beings, as He expected them to be toward each other. At a later
time, I was impressed with the evident kindness and devout nature of a
Protestant mechanic from Edmunston who worked on my fathers Model A Ford. Unlike many
Catholics I knew, he never used profanities when he pinched his finger or
skinned his knuckles. When my father along with us children recited the Angelus
at noon in his presence, he bowed his head, closed his eyes, and folded his
hands. We never closed our eyes, and rushed through the Angelus as fast as
possible. This troubled me greatly as I had already memorized from the
catechism “Hors de L’eglise Catholique
Apostolique et Romaine il n’y a point de Salut.” Translated this said “Outside of the Roman Catholic
Church, there is no salvation”.
In response to my
sincere question as to “where do the good Protestants go when they die,” my
father suggested that Saint Peter couldn’t personally welcome them at the
gates, but they probably still got into Heaven through the back door. However,
when my uncle the priest visited a few months later he made things clear to all
of us when he said “according to the church no Protestant whether good or bad,
will go to heaven or will ever see God.” This placed another big question mark
in my mind about God’s goodness and justice.
A couple of years later
the matter of God’s justice came up again. A neighbor died suddenly, a few
miles from home, without the priest having given him the sacrament of the
church. Before too long we saw a dilapidated horse-drawn wagon moving slowly
down the road. A blanket covered the body, and the driver’s face reflected
despair. My mother commented, “If only he could have had a priest to forgive
his mortal sins so that he would not find himself going into hell fire. Lets hope he had only venial sins
on his soul. That alone represents years of burning in the flames of
purgatory”. My father then said, “We’ll need to get some money together and
have masses celebrated for the peace of his soul, as I can’t see how his widow
and the kids will be able to do so.”
One of the neighbors
spoke up “I feel like telling you to save your money. I am inclined to think
that his soul is now in hell fire.” He then explained that he had seen a
certain item in the man’s barn that was stolen from my father. Father appeared
shocked for a moment or two. And then emphatically said that
in God’s sight, anything that the dead man had ever taken of his, was being
given to him, and should be considered as gifts and not stolen property.
“In this way his soul is freed from any condemnation he may have brought upon
Himself in the sight of God”. The neighbor than said to my
father, “Right now I feel that you are being kinder than God is. In fact
you may be the first human being ever to force God to take a soul out of hell
fire and place him in purgatory till he is purified enough to enter heaven”. I
had to agree with the neighbor that my father was being more kind than God.
Another matter that
greatly troubled me was that God was most unkind and unjust in forcing souls to
suffer in purgatory because the relatives had no money to have masses
celebrated. At the age of 12 when my mother died my father was able to put up
what in today’s money would be about $3,000 to have 300 Gregorian masses
celebrated on the same day in various parishes, convents and monasteries.
According to Pope Gregory they have a redeeming power sufficient to take a soul
directly to heaven, so that it would not even see the flames of purgatory. I
thought how fortunate it was that my father could afford to help our mother get
to heaven so nicely. Then I recalled a woman who had died six months earlier in
our parish. Because the family was too poor to have any masses celebrated she
would have to suffer many years in the flames of purgatory. My father commented
at the time, “It’s a sad, sad thing to be poor in this day and age, especially
when it comes to dying”.
As I thought on these
things I couldn’t help feeling that God was most unjust. Then in my early
teenage years I attended a boarding academy operated by the nuns of L’Hotel Dieu de St. Basil. I
there received a great deal more religious instruction, that served to only
further harden my heart, and as time went on I lost all confidence in both God
and the Church, and I was determined to have nothing more to do with either, as
soon as I would be old enough to be on my own. Step by step the teachings of
Roman Catholicism had turned me away from God in disgust, and hate. Finally I
came to doubt His very existence. Not many years later World War II came along,
and with it a call to serve my country. I joined the Canadian Merchant Navy
where during the war I worked - mostly as a fireman - in the engine rooms of
the various ships I was assigned to. A number of the men that I came to know
personally, perished at sea.
My Trip into the Supernatural Begins
When I came out of the Canadian Merchant Navy after the war,
I was looking into taking up a trade in Montreal, Canada and at that time I ran
across an old friend by the name of Roland. He had served on a particular ship
with me early in the war and said, “Hey, Morneau,
you’re still alive! How nice to meet you again, let’s have dinner tonight?” So
I later went to my boss and asked, “Can I have the evening off?” I did manage
to get the evening off, and I went out to have dinner with this former
shipmate.
He told me, “Hey, I’ve
got something fantastic to tell you, I’m affiliated with some people who speak
with the spirits of the dead. How would you like to talk with the spirit of
your dead mother?” And I was shocked! He said, “You wouldn’t be afraid of
talking to the spirit of your dead mother, would you?” “Well”, I said, I’ll
tell you what, I would have to give that some thought, it’s
something that I never thought about before in my life!”
Well, he said, “It’s
written all over your face, you’re afraid of going to a séance. But”, he said,
“I know you, you’re going to come.” And then he started telling me how brave I
was when I was aboard ship, you know and different things. He then said,
“You’re not the same man, you’ve changed; you’re chicken!” That’s all I needed
to hear, I said, “When do we go to the séance?”
Going To The Séance
So the next Saturday evening I went with Roland to the place
where he attended the séances for the very first time. It was truly a first
class setting. The medium was a lady who owned a gorgeous new home in Montreal,
and I’d say that there were about twenty invited guests there. She communicated
with the spirits on behalf of different people who were there and in turn
conveyed to them what the spirits said.
During the séance one
man made the request, “I’d like to talk to my friend that died six months ago.
But I don’t want him to appear, I just want to speak to him, because”, he said,
“I don’t trust your talking to my friend for me.” So the medium said, “Let me
inquire of the spirits; Yes, the spirit will talk with you.” And immediately a
deep masculine voice was heard in the place, saying, “Hi, Frank, it’s nice of
you to ask for me to talk with you.” and they had a little chat and after it
was over, Frank said, “This is the greatest thing on earth, to be able to talk
with the spirits of the dead!”
I also recall there was
one lady present named Mary who had been talking and talking almost continually
before the séance started, and she didn’t believe in the dead appearing. She
said, “Well, I would have to see my dead sister to believe it.” The medium
commented, “We have a very special surprise tonight for you people, a spirit
will manifest itself openly here in a few minutes.” And it was then like a big
gust of wind hit the building and came right through the wall, the lights
weren’t terribly bright, (you know they were like living room lights) and a
translucent being seemed to come right out of the wall. It’s almost like my
heart stopped beating for a little bit, and I experienced a very weird feeling!
It appeared as a lady in a beautiful evening gown, floor length and she said to
Mary, “My dear sister, you are so wonderful to have asked for me.” And Mary
fainted and fell right off her chair on the floor. A couple guys jumped up and
picked her up and the spirit was gone. That was the beginning of it. You know
something that is interesting about the human mind, is that you can adjust to
almost anything! Things that would terrify you to begin with, after a while
become common and ordinary.
This in turn set the
stage for me becoming involved with a very secret and elite society that
actually worshipped the spirits. As things turned out when you are invited
there by the direction of the high up entities in the spirit world, you can
never get out of the society alive. And that’s exactly what my friend and I
were to face. Let me explain.
Invited By The Spirits
There was a nationally famous and wealthy big band (jazz)
musician, who played a lot in Montreal and Vancouver the big cities, and the
night that we went to this séance, he was there with his wife. Now the spirits
had instructed him in advance what he was to do. The spirit told him “There’s
two young men that we are interested in”, he then gave him our names, “and
we’ll make it so that your wife will want to stay longer and talk to the
medium, it is then you are to say that you want to go home because you’re
tired. You are to say this when you see that these two men are getting ready to
leave. You are then leave with them at the same time and when you all get
outdoors, you are to ask them if they are driving, and they’ll say no, that
they’re going to take the tramway a couple blocks away. You are then to invite
them to get into your car with you, and explain that you’re inviting them to a
high class restaurant to treat them to some good food, and to talk about the
merchant navy.”
And that’s exactly what
the guy did; and there we were in this posh restaurant, he pulled his deluxe
Lincoln into a little alley, just enough room to pass a car, I can still see it
like it was yesterday. The restaurant was on St. Catherine’s Street West, which
is the main street in Montreal. It was quite an evening. On entering the
restaurant, we found the place packed, but there were a couple of tables
against the wall with ‘reserved’ signs on them, and the owner of the place
recognized the band leader and came over and said “Good evening”, and led us to
one of the reserved tables. We sat down and ordered our favorite alcoholic
beverages, and as we talked the bandleader said, “How long have you fellows
been involved with sorcery?” It shocked us a little bit; and I said, “exactly what do you mean?”
“Well”, he said, “You
know, what you people are doing, talking to the supposed spirits of the dead”,
he says, “This is silly. You see, my wife, goes to the séances because she gets
comfort and she gets a good feeling out of it and she lives for what the
spirits are going to say that the future’s going to be like. To me, I can’t
bother with that stuff. He then said, “I want power, I go right to the source
of power. How do you think I became famous the way that I am?”
I said, “You must have
had some good luck.” Well he said, “There’s no such thing as ‘good luck’,
there’s either some power working for you somewhere, or you don’t get ahead in
this world, not in my type of occupation. You see for years it seemed I was a
failure in organizing and maintaining my own jazz band. But then I was
fortunate enough to be introduced to spirit worship. And by that great power I
have obtained everything I had always wanted. His face lit up with a big smile, from that day on, it was instant success for me and
my band.
Recognition came to us
overnight. Without any effort on our part we were discovered and heralded as
one of the great bands in our filed. The news media got all excited about us,
and we became the talk of the town. In no time we reached the top.
George took another sip
from his glass, a puff from his cigarette, and continued. “We have been in
constant demand ever since. Money flows in. Our fees are the highest in the
industry. People like to dance to our music. In reality, the spirits take
control of us - or in other words, possess us, energize us – and in turn we
pass the influence on to the people. They like what they get and keep returning
for more of the same.
Leaning back he chuckled
a little and said I had an interview on the radio (this was before TV became
king) with six of the top people in the radio world from Montreal and Toronto
interviewing me. Everything I said seemed to fascinate them. In fact, I was
amazed at my instant responses. Never had I been so witty in my life. And I
enjoyed the attention they gave me. It almost reached a state of worship. This
success of mine is easy to figure out once a person understands the mighty
power of the spirits, and how to get that power working for you.
Spirit Worship
At this point we begin talking about
spirit worship, and he said, “the ‘supposed spirits of the dead’ that you think
you are talking with are actually demon spirits, they’re fallen angels who
impersonate the dead, they’re beautiful beings”
He said, “You guys got a great future ahead of you, because we’ve been
told, the high priest of our secret society has been instructed that the master
has very special plans for you both.” We were then interested to hear more
about it. He told us, “We worship spirits, we worship Lucifer and all his
angels, and they’re just a beautiful as before they were cast out of heaven.
There was a misunderstanding in the whole thing in heaven, in the galaxies, our
master was misunderstood and God did not bear with him like He does with people
who make mistakes today. So we’re in the warfare, good against evil and we
happen to be the evil ones. But we’re not that bad.” He said, “I look at this
business between the forces of good and evil, one person believes in God
another believes in Lucifer, it’s like politics.” This
famous musician then said, “Listen guys, I’d like to have you meet some of our
people. What about next week on Wednesday evening? I’ll pick you up at your
place and you’re invited to one of our services. It’s going to be a testimonial
to the spirits of how they have blessed our lives.” When we left there I said
to myself, “This guy’s half drunk, I’m not going to
hear from him again.”
First Meeting with “Elite” Spirit Worshippers
But his word was indeed true, for when Wednesday night
rolled around, and he arrived outside with his big Lincoln. So we obligingly
stepped inside and were taken to one of the most beautiful areas of Montreal,
the place that we entered was a mansion. It was a most beautiful place. This
was really a big surprise for me, as I had already made up my mind they were
going to be rough looking characters. However, as we entered the place I was
amazed to see that they were all superbly dressed, well
mannered and that a lot of the people that we were being introduced to
were the great and highly successful people of the city. They included
prominent professionals, doctors, attorneys, and a lot of high placed business
people.
As the high priest
welcomed the arrivals he gradually made his way to toward us. George made the
introduction. “Reverend, I would like you to meet a couple of fine gentlemen.”
He then engaged us in discussion and mentioned some details about our past that
was known to no else but us. This made quite an impression on us. Not only his word
but also his very presence reflected an air of mysterious secrecy. He had
piercing eyes, a baldhead, and a deep low voice, which he accompanied by an
occasional chuckle as he talked. His physical size was overwhelming. I would
say that he was equal in size to the late general Charles de Gaulle.
I recall that at a later
time the high priest informed us that some time back while he was in Chicago a
spirit appeared to him and said, “About Roger Morneau
and his buddy Roland, George has invited them to the service, and the one
that’s in charge while you’re away is not cooperating. He’s going to wreck all
the groundwork that the spirits have done for the last few years to get these
two people into the society.” So the high priest immediately picked up the phone
and called Montreal to straighten things out. He told me that the angel that
appeared to him was so bright that he could not look upon him. After he picked
up the phone to dial, he couldn’t even dial the phone number because of the
fact that his vision was so terribly blurred by the brightness of this angelic
being, so he dialed 0 and the operator came on, and she was asked to dial for
him.
About 15 minutes after
we had arrived they begin what is called a “praise session to the gods”, which are
the spirit counselors who are in charge of legions of lesser spirits. The
worshippers individually gave testimonials about what the ‘lord of their lives’
had done for them. In this they would refer to particular spirits as being
“lord god” of their life, such as the god Nehushtan,
which you can read about in the Biblical book of 2nd Kings.
These people spent about
two hours telling of the fantastic accomplishments and successes that they had
attained through the workings of the spirits. They spoke mostly about major
business transactions in which they had successfully used clairvoyance and
mental telepathy to influence the outcomes. This all resulted
in great profits to them.
I recall a one lumber
dealer who was bragging that he had half a dozen business operations in
different parts of Quebec, and everything that he touched seemed to turn to
money. Then there was a physician who was explaining to us how he was now able
to conduct surgical operations that had never been done before. By the spirits
power, as he would make his incisions, miraculously the patients would
experience neither pain and nor any loss of blood. He was also given great
hypnotic powers.
One investment counselor
after raving about his many successes was asked whether he ever worried about
being cheated on his share of the returns. He responded, “not at all. My
familiar spirit looks out for me. For instance, one couple tried to deprive me
of my fair share of one profitable industrial real estate transaction. They
presented me with a check making up quite a bundle, and I felt satisfied, until
my familiar spirit told me to ask them when they were going togive
me the additional $1,700 that made up my correct share of the profits. When I
did ask, the wife fainted and the husband was terrified. He quickly explained
that they had no intentions to cheat me and the money would be in my hands
within 24 hours.”
The Worship Room of the “gods”
We attended these session on the
upper level of the mansion maybe half a dozen times; and it was then that the
high priest told us after the meeting was over that he wanted to talk to us,
that is my friend and I. So after most of the people had already left he said,
“The master of my life has revealed to me that it is time for you people to
become acquainted with the worship room of the gods.” Well, following him we
then moved toward a striking grand staircase. It was truly stunning. The
banister was massive and the wrought iron work that had been done was superb.
There were attractive decorations on the wall, and a huge chandelier on the
first landing. You would go down about 8 or 10 steps and then you had the first
landing which was large and truly beautiful.
Upon entering the
spacious sanctuary I was literally struck with awe. An air of mystery and
secrecy filled the place, giving the impression that great intelligence had
been at work to so fascinate the human mind that it would respond in reverence
and submission without asking questions. The light arrangement was the nicest
I’d ever seen in my life. The beauty of certain things that were gold-plated, or gold trimmed was magnified by the special
lighting. There were various little altars, above which different spirits had
materialized. They were then photographed and roughly 30 by 48 inch paintings
made of these materialized spirit beings. I’d say that there were about 75 of
these striking oil paintings hanging on the walls of the place. Underneath each
there was a small altar to burn incense and there were other paraphernalia that
they would use in their prayer sessions and devotions to certain spirits.
The High Priest
explained that some of the objects were made of solid gold. It was a unique
experience to see all of this. There was also a massive, polished white Carrara marble high alter weighing several tons, above
which hung the largest portrait in the room. The high priest explained that the
massive and finely cut solid marble altar was lifted and placed into its
position supernaturally by the power of the spirits, just as the druids did at
Stonehenge more than 28 centuries ago. The levitated blocks of gray sandstone,
some weighing as much as 46,000 pounds, were put into precise position for the
Druid places of worship.
When my friend asked him
who was portrayed in this largest painting above the great marble alter, the
high priest readily replied that “it is a materialized representation of the
supreme master of us all”. “What do you call him”, I asked. His face took on an
expression of deep pride, as he answered “God with us.” Today, as I recall that
majestic painting, having many times admired it, the individual portrayed had
features that reflected a superior intellect. He had a high forehead, highly
perceptive and piercing eyes, and a posture that gave one the impression of his
being very intelligent and powerful. He also appeared as person of action,
possessing great dignity.
A big surprise to me
later on was when they had a song service in the worship room. What do you
think they passed around? Christian church hymnals,
and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I then said, “What’s this business”?
The priest answered, “Well now for those of you that are new, let me tell you
that this is the best way to please the spirits. For we do
this to deride Christ, His people, and His church and all that.” So they
sang out of Christian hymnals. They change a lot of the words to suit their
purpose, and it becomes a form of sacrilege or blasphemy. Interestingly, today
we see in the rock music world, singers wearing crosses and ladies with
earrings that are small crosses. This is a similar form of blasphemy, an
intended derision or mockery of Christ. Fallen spirits inspire the rock
musicians to find pleasure in wearing this kind of emblem. However, to
Christians the cross represents a sacred emblem of the great sufferings of
Christ for the lost.
I felt that these people
had power, and they surely had a lot of it. However, I experienced a lot of
mixed feelings about it all, because to a certain extent things sounded and
looked just too good. You see, I’d been brought up with the wise counsel of my
parents who had told us, (there were eight children in the family) and
especially the older ones, “Well you know, if you get involved in wrong doing,
you’re going to have to pay the price. There’s always a cost for everything in
this world.” So this thought kept creeping into my mind, just how far do you go
with these spirits before you start paying the price?
And yet there was no way
out, because that’s what we had been told. At this time the priest had sworn us
to secrecy concerning what we had seen and heard. He stressed that we must
maintain complete silence on the outside to avoid the spirits great
displeasure. We repeated part of the incantation after him, and sealed the pact
by depositing a pinch of powdered incense slowly above the flame of a black
candle. The high priest had said that the master had special plans for our
lives, and that no one ever went into this highly secret and elite spirit
worship society unless they were first invited by the spirits. So this was all
made very clear to us.
He also made very clear
the danger of going against the will of the spirits. He mentioned about this
particular man and his wife who had lived in a fireproof building in Montreal.
They had displeased the spirits and the place burned right down with them in
it. What happened is that he had decided that he wanted to think things over
before being initiated. In other words, he hesitated to get initiated at the
time when the spirits made it clear that he was to join the society. For this
delay, they swiftly paid with their lives. Another time the spirits spent an
hour terrorizing an unfaithful member in his home. They tossed everything in
the house against the walls with great force, even shattering large pieces of
furniture. Hospitalized in a state of shock after his neighbors found him in
his home, the man almost lost his sanity.
The high priest in
Montreal mentioned, that there are thousands of elite
spirit worshippers in different societies throughout the world. He went on to
explain, “We are the elite, we know the real truth about the master and his
angels, and they are not hideous looking beings, they are gorgeous creatures.”
And from the paintings that they had on the walls of that worship room, they were
all truly beautiful beings to behold.
I Start Gambling
It wasn’t too long that the priest mentioned to my friend
and I that the time had arrived for us to start trusting the spirits and to
give the spirits a chance to work for us. And there were a number of gifts that
you could choose from. I used to play the horses, but was not really
knowledgeable at all. I then said, “Hey, I’d like for a spirit to instruct me
on the numbers and the name of the horses that are going to win at Belmont, or
some other racetrack. I’d like to make myself a little money.”
The priest said, “It
will be given you.” and sure enough one night, whether I fell into a trance or
dreamed the thing, I don’t exactly know what happened, but I saw three races
that were really going to pay big. And these horses were dummies, i.e. they
were not really good horses. One horse paid twenty-one to one because he was
that poor, right? I saw the board at the bookie and the number. They said the
race was going to be on the following Saturday, it was then as I recall
mid-week on a Wednesday. A few days later on Saturday, I was at the track, and
sure enough there the numbers I had seen were posted on the boards. I went to
the wicket and handed some money in, and got myself a winner. Then I said, I’m
crazy; I should put more money on the bet, so I put twenty dollars on the next
horse, and that paid 21-1. I left there with maybe four to five hundred dollars
in my hands. After the races, I went right down to the finest men’s shop on St.
Catherine’s street, and bought myself a $200 Suit. In those days the average
wage earner was bringing home $18 a week, and the
high-income earners maybe $75 a week.
Then I went to some
other bookies and had the same kind of success. A day finally came when I’m
told by the man at the cage, where you place your bets, “Hey my boss would like
to talk to you, go right through that door over there.” I knocked, the man
said, “Come on in.” He was sitting behind a large desk smoking a big cigar, and
he said, “So you’re Roger.” I responded, “Yes.” He got up and walked around me,
and then said, “You don’t look that smart.” I said, “What sir?” “You don’t look
smart enough to pick horses that are winners when they’re supposed to be
losers. Where do you get your help?” I said, “What do you mean help? I’m not
getting any help. I just happen to…” “Awe no, we’ve been watching you here for
a number of weeks, and you always leave here with some of our good money. Now
I’ll tell you buddy, if you want a list of all the bookies in Montreal, I’ll
give you a list of them, but I want you out of here, and don’t show up again
because somebody’s going to put a …you know what I mean.” “So I said, “Ok sir,
I won’t be back again.” It’s a tough business to be in, gambling.
Two Sides at War: Good and Evil
The high priest spoke to us of a ‘Great Controversy’ going
on between the forces of good and evil, i.e. between Christ and Satan. At times
he would instead use the name, Lucifer. In fact he mentioned Lucifer a lot of
times, but there were other times when he used the name of Satan in referring
to the master. However, in most cases the high priest preferred to refer to
this supernatural being as “the master, or great master”. These people always
praised Lucifer, for he is a super-intelligent being who is beautiful to
behold, and if he ever appears to you, you won’t be able to look upon him
because he’d be too bright, he’d just ruin your vision. [Note: Lucifer was this
angel’s name before he and his angelic coconspirators fell. This name was
originally given by the Creator to this powerful angel, and has the beautiful
meaning of “light bearer – a son of the morning”. Scripture identifies Lucifer
as a former covering Cherub, meaning he was the highest of the entire host of
angels. Satan is the post-fall name now ascribed to the same being; it simply
means “adversary” or “enemy”.]
The high priest affirmed
that deception is like politics, you believe in one candidate, the other person
believes in the other candidate, and they’re fighting to get the position, it’s
just a matter of being the smarter of the two to win. With Lucifer the fallen
cherubim, well he’s very smart, he’s going to win. In fact they talk about many
things with regard to who’s going to win in this great conflict.
They said, the ‘Bible people’
(referring to Christians) read in their Bible that we’re all going to end up in
the ‘lake of fire’ and this and that, but that’s baloney! The conflict is going
to end peacefully. Christ is going to realize that He might as well abdicate
the rights to this planet since He knows that it is lawfully Lucifer’s anyway,
and take His few people along with Him to His planet in the center of the
galaxies. We will then be left with a master who will resurrect all his people
that will be as numerous as the sands of the sea, and the master will then rule
forever and ever a happy people.” And he named some of the people that are
going to be there. I won’t mention any names, however they’re quite well known
in history. Indeed, these worshipers of Lucifer are sold to believing that
Christ will not return to this planet with power and great glory, instead He’s
going to simply abdicate all claims to planet earth. This explanation of things
made
quite an impression on my mind.
They also maintain that
God will never destroy them, because they believe that it would be against the
Creator’s beneficent nature to destroy Lucifer and his angelic and human
followers by fire. Furthermore, he and his angels have mastered the secret of
how to remain unharmed by the powers of fire. He said, if you don’t believe
this, then just go to India or some other countries
where they have firewalkers. This ability is given by the power of his angels,
wherein these spirits energize the people so that they can walk on those hot
coals without burning themselves. He said, if God is going to use fire, then He
can use it, but it’s not going to burn him or his followers. That’s exactly the
way they believe. This high priest had it all figured out, that he was going to
be one of the higher ups in the great coming Luciferian
kingdom.
[Ezekiel describes
Lucifer’s end in these prophetic words “I brought fire from your midst; it
devoured you to ashes upon the earth in the sight of all… All who knew you are
astonished at you. You have become a horror, and shall be no more forever.”
(Ezek. 28: 18 & 19) and Revelation 20:9 speaks of the wicked being devoured
by fire, with verse 10 stating, “The Devil who deceived them was cast into the
lake of fire.”]
I was only about twenty
years old at this time, and I had a sort of awe in the fact of having been
chosen by the Master to join this elite group. They actually believed that they
were telling the truth, and they really had things down straight, but still I
was not satisfied with the answers. At the time I was thinking, when am I going
to have to pay the price, the cost? As I said earlier, my parents had brought
me up to think this way. They had warned me, if you get involved with evil,
then you’re going to reap just what you sow. So if you want to be upright in
your life, but instead you associate with evildoers, then they’ll probably land
you in jail, or somewhere else that you wouldn’t want to be. So there’s always
a price to be paid. There was something, and I understand now that it was the
Spirit of God, saying, “Hold back fellow! Hold back.” And the priest had by now
talked about us thinking seriously of being initiated into the society. By this
time there was really no turning back. It’s not a matter of whether you’re
going to be initiated or not, it’s a question of when.
Typewriters That Typed By Themselves!
Seeing my hesitancy, the high priest said, “Look, I’m not
going to pressure you into anything, OK? But I want to show you what the
spirits can do for a devoted servant.” We then went downstairs, not through the
impressive staircase that I talked about that leads to the worship room of the
gods, but down a stairs located at the other end of the building. A number of
times I had gone there to the men’s room and I was mystified, as I always heard
typewriters clicking like the dickens, in an adjoining room. I thought to
myself, they must have a lot of people typing in that particular room. That
evening when the high priest knocked on the door, someone responded, “come on in”. There were all of these typewriters rapidly
typing all by themselves and typing at a speed that I’d never seen before. And
not only that, the high priest then said to us, “I want to show you something
clever, follow me.” So we went around the table, there were two long tables, on
which there were about ten typewriters operating, and he said, “Now notice that
the typewriter types to the right and then doesn’t go back, it types back to
the left. Isn’t that something?” I had never heard of or seen anything like
this before. He then said, “The spirits are doing all of the work.
They type backward to show off
their extraordinary intelligence”
He then introduced us to the man in this room, who it turned out was a
prominent criminal lawyer. The high priest then asked him, “How much money did
you make last year?” “Oh, he said, it’s up in the six figures.” All this person
did was to put paper in each machine and different briefs for court cases came
out, typed by the fallen spirits. He provided this service for the legal
profession, and he would sell these briefs at a very high price to other
criminal lawyers in both the United States and Canada. It was also explained to
me that it was in the master’s best strategic interests to keep certain
criminals free from incarceration.
‘Satan's Great General Counsel’
Now this society owns a famous
and very beautiful resort, which is in the Laurentian Mountains north of
Montreal, just above St Agate, Quebec. Well to do Montrealers
all go north to this resort and many have summer homes in the area. Anyhow,
this large resort is reserved at special times for their people. As a closed
society, on October 31, (Halloween) they conduct what they refer to as “live
animal sacrifices”. I don’t know all of the details this, for by the time God
had miraculously pulled me out of there, I had not yet found this out. So there
was this intrigue as to what is really goes on at that time. However, I did
attend three very unique services at his resort which will stay in my mind
forever. On one was entitled “Christian Idolatry”. The second one was called
the “Super Deception of a Glorious New Age” which I’d say applies to the ‘New
Age’ today, and this all occurred way back in the year 1946! And the third one
was entitled “Satan’s Great General Counsel of the 1700s”. I must say the
things that I heard there at these sessions were real eye-openers.
First we’ll look at the
‘Great General Counsel’: “At the beginning of the 1700s”, said the high priest,
“Lucifer and all his spirit counselors throughout the world held a Great
General Counsel with one purpose in mind, it was to prepare for the great
industrial age which was soon to break upon the world, and they also foresaw
another age that was to follow the industrial age, where tremendous scientific
discoveries would be made by people, and the world would enter into a unique
age that would change the way that everyone lives.
Lucifer also understood
that these changes would also usher in the end times and the close of the
‘Great Controversy’ between the forces of good and evil. The priest said that
Lucifer had been studying the Bible and he found in Daniel 12:4 where we are
told about the time of the end, ‘Many shall run to and fro and knowledge shall
be increased.’ He understood it to be that they were getting to that point, and
he with all the spirit counselors, now needed to change their modes of
operation in order to better ensnare people and devise a way whereby people
would disqualify themselves from being members of Christ’s coming kingdom.
By the time the Counsel
came to a close they had settled upon three major policies that were going to
be followed. First, they were to see to it that humans would be made to believe
that Lucifer and his angels do not really exist. You see, up to that time in
Europe for instance you could easily find a soothsayer or a fortune teller, and
if you wanted to put a curse on someone you could go and see a witch, that’s
the way it was, but now this all needed to change. Lucifer said that we have to
make sure that people come to believe that he and his angels do not really
exist. (Note: a recent survey shows that over 75% of people today do not
believe in a real, tangible devil!).
The next step in the
three part strategic policy adopted at the Council, was to find a way to be
able to obtain total control of people’s minds, and this would be done by
taking hypnotism out of the realm of the occult and introducing it into the
field of medicine as a new “science”, for the supposed great benefit of
mankind. They strategized that by taking hypnotism out of the realm of the
occult and mainstreaming it as a science, they could regress people and flatter
them to actually believe that they were in an earlier life someone of renown,
maybe Alexander the Great or one of his generals, educators, or other
historical figures of influence that did great things. These supposed
regressions of people to so-called former lives would become a popular belief.
Of course, after the session is over the person wouldn’t know a thing about
ancient history and the particular person that she or he had just talked about,
lets say three or four thousand years ago. Now what
this would do is to create in the minds of the general public, an unwavering
trust in this great deception. In other words, people would believe that this
person who was hypnotized actually regressed in time to former lives and
remember having done this or that.
Scientific Hypnotism?
They discussed how hypnotism
would prove to be a powerful tool to de-Christianize the Western World through the
avenue of mysticism. Later the time did come when Lucifer decided that he had
to choose a person to initiate this masterly deception. Franz Mesmer, who was a
prominent Austrian physician, was chosen because he was considered the most
capable. Mesmer originated a theory called ‘animal magnetism’, later on called
“Mesmerism”. According to the high priest, Mesmer was led by the spirits to
believe that certain persons have a magnetic influence within themselves, so to
speak, that would cause them to have great power over other persons, even to
the point of placing them into a trance. People readily accepted this theory in
general, at the time Mesmer lived. Now, by the time of his death in 1815, a lot
of the physicians in Europe were already using hypnotism as a means of
anesthesia. Hypnotism is a simply a form of “Mesmerism” that has been developed
to a higher degree of refinement.
The priest went on to explain how this the plan of the master to
deceive the human family, is most intriguing to his mind, as it was used by the
master to launch a truly monumental deception that would literally capture the
minds of millions. The priest explained that a fellow by the name of Charles
Darwin, and another by the name of Thomas Henry Huxley, could be effectively
used and controlled by the spirits because in their childhood, medical doctors
had hypnotized them. The spirits concluded that they would be very good tools
in their hands to lead large numbers of people to fall for another major
deception, thus fulfilling their third policy. The third point in the plan of
Lucifer and his spirit counselors was to destroy the Bible, without burning it.
Evolution
It was all very interesting to hear about this, as I was
informed that after the great General Counsel, it was decided that Lucifer
would tutor Charles Darwin personally. So in setting up the principles of his
theories of evolution, Darwin was tutored by Satan himself, the master fallen
angel. And at that time it was well understood, by this mastermind and his
spirit counselors that if a person were led to believe in the theory of
evolution, it would in his mind and heart destroy completely any confidence in
the Biblical record of creation week, as detailed in the book of Genesis. This
would also effectively destroy all belief in the fall of human kind, and in
God’s plan of redemption. Thus in one master stroke they could do away with all
of the foundational historical realities which point to the reality of man’s
rebellion against his Maker and his desperate need for salvation.
Now the high priest made
a unique statement, he said that according to the spirit intelligences, anyone
who teaches other persons the theory of evolution is considered to be a
minister of a great religious system. You see they actually understood it to be
a religious system, this theory of evolution. This is because it was
ingeniously devised by the master himself, as a system of schooling people to
disqualify themselves - by making a spiritual choice -
to reject the reality of the Creator and of Christ’s future eternal kingdom.
And the priest explained
to us that every teacher of this theory is recognized in the spirit world, as a
person of great value to the master’s kingdom, and such teachers receive a very
special unction from Lucifer himself who gives them great capacity and power to
induce spiritual blindness, to totally convince and convert the mind. And
that’s not all; the high priest said that the master considers teachers of
evolution to be so valuable to him that in the sight of all the inhabitants of
the galaxies, he assigns a special retinue of his bright and beautiful angels
to follow that educator throughout all the remainder of his/her life. He would
thus have the billions of unfallen inhabitants of the
galaxies to know that he is bestowing the greatest of honors upon his chosen
workers among humankind, until the great controversy between he and the Creator
is finished. Too say the least, this was all quite
enlightening to hear.
Christian Idolatry
Now one of the things that really amazed me,
shocked me and made me sick at heart is when the high priest talked about
Christian Idolatry. He said that Christian idolatry is truly the greatest
deception that has ever been brought upon the human family. And he boasted, that fallen spirits are continually defiling
Christian churches through the avenue of necromancy, by using a form of spirit
worship that has swept into its net hundreds of millions in Christians without
their even being aware of it.
Necromancy is defined as
the practice of conjuring up the spirits of the dead, so that you can
communicate with someone who is dead. Now, the High Priest explained that this
actually a super deception that is brought about in only one way, through the
false belief that man has an immortal soul that lives on after death. And he
said that the practice of necromancy is really a form of idolatry, and that
there are unnumbered millions of professing Christians who actually believe in
and practice it, while they think that they are glorifying God. [The scriptures
are very clear “For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not
anything…” Ecclesiastes 9:5 and “His breath goes forth, he returns to the
earth; in that very day his thoughts perish”. Psalm 146:4].
Contrary to popular
belief, just who is it then that they are they talking to when one seeks to
communicate with the dead? The high priest explained that the friendly fallen
spirits have always found over the centuries, great delight in their remarkable
skills to impersonate departed loved ones, and especially persons of great
renown.
There are three main
divisions in Lucifer’s spirit domain, and then there are further divisions
within those divisions. From what I can gather, in the broadest terms, you
first have the “friendly” fallen spirits that seem to have much finesse and
apparent refinement, and they’re not overly upset about what happened, i.e.
their having been cast out of heaven. Then you have the warrior spirits who
find their greatest pleasure in their efforts to bring misery and destruction
into the lives of people. Finally, you have the oppressors and the oppressors
are the most wicked of the fallen spirits in that they hold the greatest hatred
for God, the Creator and all his creatures. The warrior and oppressive spirits
take special delight in seeing the death of human beings, and greatly celebrate
during times of war. In fact, I do recall the High Priest mentioning that the
master was devoting a lot of his time and personal attention in trying to
disrupt progress toward peace at the newly formed United Nations.
So the priest went on to
explain that necromancy is in reality a belief, a religious belief. People
falsely believe that the dead have entered into some kind of higher plane of
existence then they had when they were alive, and thus the dead are in a
position and have the capacity to help the living who are
still here on earth. Then, he said, this is where things get really
interesting. He said, according to the great master’s explanation, a person
does not have to call upon the so-called spirits of the dead to receive help,
to be involved in necromancy. All he has to do is to believe that there really
is no death, because, he said, necromancy is the belief that fallen man has an
immortal soul. [The Scriptures are clear that “the King of Kings and Lord of
Lords…alone has immortality, dwelling in unapproachable light”. 1 Tim. 6:15
& 16] So anyone who believes in inherent
human immortality is involved in necromancy. It’s that simple, that’s how he
explained it to us.
Now the priest also
explained that when people believe in this business; they are actually opening
themselves to be completely deceived by the fallen spirits, because it gives
these spirits an opportunity to impersonate the dead, and for people to believe
their deceptions. This practice actually brings to the great master the respect
and the reverence due to his great name; and it makes all the other spirits
exceedingly pleased for they are the ones who have successfully led people to
believe that the dead are really living, and they rejoice together.
Indeed, there are today
many millions of people who believe that they are actually talking to the dead
saints, or the spirits of the dead, or a dead loved one. Take for instance,
Loretta Lynn, who speaking on national television, told how she was made highly
successful in her singing career by a dear dead friend of hers, who was the
same age that she was. Her friend’s death occurred when they were both eighteen
years of age. And Loretta then told how she was trying to break into the highly
competitive singing world but she said, “I had no success at all; until one
night I was sitting in bed reading a book and who walks right through the wall
but my departed friend, the spirit of my friend! And she said, ‘Loretta, I’m
going to make you a very famous person in singing country music; and I will be
with you all the time, trust me!’” After this experience she had a big concert
scheduled at a time when she was coming down with a bad cold. She was certain
that her singing voice was going to fail. So she immediately turned to her
“spirit-friend” and felt that she was going to be helped. As Loretta got out on
the stage and began to sing, right when she really needed the vocal power there
was no power in her voice at all! It was then that her “spirit-friend” tapped
her on the shoulder and started to sing for her. She said, “Her voice went
right through me, the power!” As I recall it was 1976, when this all took
place.
Details on Demon Spirits Impersonating the Dead
As I said, it is the “friendly” spirits who specialize in
impersonating the dead. I’ve seen this done many times, but one time in
particular fascinated me. The high priest told us that there was a French
historian, who was then affiliated with the University of Montreal, which is
the French university (the English speaking university is McGill). This man was
from Paris, and he wanted to have some details regarding Napoleon Bonaparte and
one of his generals. As stated earlier, there are in many other parts of the
world elite spirit worship societies like the group that I was privy to in
Montreal. The priest said as my friend and I entered, you are both fortunate
today, for you’re right in time to see something very interesting. My friend
from Paris is having his devotions in the worship room of the gods, and he will
be using a trancemedium to converse with certain
fallen spirits who will inform him regarding some ancient history, about
Napoleon.
And sure enough, we went
down there and someone came up to us and stated that he was now ready for the
session to begin. He then asked for five people to volunteer to be a channel,
after which three were actually selected by the spirits. After this had
occurred, the man shook his head a little bit, his eyes glazed over, and he
stayed like that for about a half hour as the spirits spoke through him. A
different voice speaking through him said, “I’m a spirit counselor; what would
you like to know?” The historian had his clipboard in hand and began to ask him
some detailed questions about Napoleon Bonaparte and one of his generals. There
was a certain question that was asked, and the spirit counselor responded with
these words, “I will have lord Reamy and lord Alphonse duplicate the dialogue that then took place.”
The two other channels then engaged in a discussion giving the historian the
very answers that he sought.
Another thing most interesting was with regard to the former mayor of
Montreal, Camilean Houde,
who at the outset of World War II was very controversial regarding the war
effort. He would publicly admonish the French-speaking boys not to go into the
armed services, because they would be going to shed their blood for the
British, and we’re thus acting as their servants so to speak. He didn’t want
them to go into the war. The higher authorities ended up putting him into
prison, and he was actually jailed for the duration of the war. Now this man
said, “I would like to have you tell me,” he said to the spirit, “to give me part
of the speech that was given by Camilean Houde on the steps of the Montreal City Hall,” and he then
named a particular date. “There are different versions of what has taken place
and you, lord, would know the correct one.” (At this time Houde
was still alive.)
The spirit counselor
responded, “I’m sorry, but I can’t help you, all of my activities and my agents
were functioning in Europe. However, after our departure, other spirits will
come and they will help you.” And sure enough, the channel vibrates a little
bit, and then he was back. “How long was I channeling?” he asked. For twenty
minutes he was a channel. So then a different spirit entered into him, and said
that he was a spirit counselor who could give him the information about Camilean Houde that he was
looking for.
Again it was given
verbally, and amazingly it was the exact voice of Camilean.
I was a youngster in those days and just about ready to go into the army. We
used to listen to the radio a lot, and all of the speeches of Camilean were being aired on the radio frequently. In those
days they had no tape recorders, such as we have today. So Camilean
would have to go to the Canadian Broadcasting studio where they made a
phonograph record, and then they played it over and over. So I knew his voice
really well. I said to George who was sitting there, “Isn’t it incredible?” He
said, “If you think that’s amazing, wait until the spirits impersonate one of
the departed people that you know personally, like an uncle or a brother or
sister or something like that. That’s a unique experience!” But that is the way
it was, they’re highly skilled in reproducing a voice just to perfection. The
spirits are exceedingly proud of this ability.
The New Age & Other Deceptions
The idea of the “New Age” was a big development that was
near, and it was alluded to as one of the major deceptions being planned by the
master for the last days of earth’s history. The high priest had been speaking
to us for quite a while about different subjects, and then he said, “Could I
have a bit more of your time, I want to tell you something really fascinating.
It’s the masters grand plan for harvesting the multitudes of the earth into his
cause, just before the close of the great controversy between the forces of
good and evil.” So after we had expressed our interest to know more about this,
he continued, “It’s going to be done in an unique
manner, this grand plan, people are going to eat this stuff! The spirits will
declare themselves to be the inhabitants of far distant planets of the
galaxies. They will claim that they have come to warn the inhabitants of planet
earth of the impending destruction of earth, unless certain things are done to
avoid it.”
Then he went on to
explain that among the master’s plans for the future, there will be people who
will claim to have out of body experiences. They will allege to have gone into
different places, and will come back and write all about it. They will actually
believe that their immortal spirit or soul can do this. Since millions of earth already believe in the immortality of the soul, this
new deception will be readily accepted by the masses. The high priest also
explained that what actually will be happening in these so called “out of body
experiences” is that the spirits will move upon their imaginations creating
highly vivid scenes which will leave a deep impression upon their minds during
unconsciousness. Once awake and alert, such persons will fully and sincerely
believe that their experience has been for real. He then said that “many of
these persons will become powerful workers for the master, who never ceases to
attract people to his cause.”
Many decades later I
listened to Shirley McLean as she described her out-of-body experience in
getting involved with the supposed inhabitants of far distant planets and
galaxies. I taped the whole thing, and it was three hours long. I was hearing
the very fulfillment of what this priest had told me was coming some 45 years
earlier! So, he went on to explain how the spirits will show themselves willing
to give valuable guidance that will not only help people avoid the destruction
of the planet, but it will also promise humanity a higher state of existence.
For instance, he said the spirits will promise that if their recommendations
are followed carefully they will usher in a glorious new age of peace and
prosperity and there’ll be no more wars, famines, and personal conflicts.
Neighbor will love neighbor, and social unrest will not take place any more.
There’ll be perfect happiness for a thousand years. That’s what the spirits are
going to promise humanity. Already today there are a lot of Christian preachers
who are speaking of a coming glorious new age of victory. They speak of victory
over war, social unrest, famines, and victory over all kinds of things. It
would be called a glorious New Age, the priest said. This is exactly what the
new age movement is all about today, whether it’s manifest in the popular
churches or in the world.
Another deception that
the High priest brought to our attention was the fact that certain religious
sects who have come to practice what is called “speaking in unknown tongues,”
do so under the influence of Lucifer’s angels. These spirits he claimed,
actually caused the people to speak profanities to the Creator, and some of
them were actually blaspheming His name without being aware of what they were
doing. [Book of Acts Chapter 2: 4-8 makes it very clear that the genuine gift
of “tongues”, is to miraculously receive and speak in
a foreign language as a means of communicating God’s truth.] In addition, he
stated that all the excitement that takes place at some of their “faith
healing” services come from the great master and his angels.
You need to keep in mind
that these spirit worshippers were convinced that they didn’t have to worry
about saying anything about the great master and his masterful deceptions,
because if anyone should begin to stray, the spirits would immediately inform
the high priest of this having happened. Additionally, these spiritists also felt totally free to share even the most
sensitive and secret information within their worship society, because they
knew that no one had ever left this group behind, and actually lived to talk
about it.
God’s Holy Day, or Holy Day of the Fallen
gods?
At that time the high priest said something that I found to
be both puzzling and disturbing. He stated that in the future as times on this
planet would grow more and more difficult, and calamities of all kinds would
strike the earth with greater frequency, the fallen spirits are going to then
impress religious leaders to bring before the governments and masses of earth,
the sacredness of Sunday. The spirits will put all of their efforts into this.
Some present who heard
this, then asked him, “Well what’s going to happen to those people who don’t
believe in or accept the spirits recommendations?” The priest answered, “That
will be no problem at all. Laws will be passed by governments that will force
people to go along with it, regardless of whether they believe in it or not.
And the law enforcement officers will explain to the people, making it very
clear, that such a law is necessary to assure the well being
of society. These religious laws will be passed with no effort at all.
He went on to explain the
fact that to give honor and reverence to the ‘Venerable Day of the Sun’ in ages
past has been a great irritant to the Creator, as many nations and peoples in
earlier times have been involved in the worship of the sun. And he said, “It is
all going to take place again. But not in worshipping the sun
itself, but in remembering the Venerable Day of the Sun, Sunday to keep it
holy!” He then made a statement that I’ll never forget; he said, “By the
observance of the day on which our master, Lucifer, has placed the unction of
his authority and power, the master is receiving homage, regardless of who
people may think they are worshipping.”
The High priest also
mentioned the fact that while Lucifer has chosen Sunday as his holy day, the
Creator has chosen the Seventh day of the week. It was Lucifer who influenced
calling his first day of the week, the sacred day of sun worship, “Sunday.” And
although people may well think that they are worshiping God, the Creator, by
observing that particular day, they are actually bringing their homage and
respect to the supreme master Lucifer.
This brings to mind a
dialogue that occurred when the high priest informed us that for centuries friendly demon spirits have working diligently to
establish and uphold in the religious convictions of all people, the belief
that man has an immortal soul. He then went on to boast about how intelligent
the great master was, in that he had been able to deceive the whole world, even
in an age of great scientific knowledge and understanding. Then one person put
up his hand, and the high priest said, “Yes, do you want to say something?” He
responded, “What about the Adventists? You can’t count them deceived regarding
the state of the dead. And I have a question, why is it that they can’t be brought
under the great deception?” At that time the priest never spoke about
“Seventh-day Adventists” (a group that I had never heard of in my life) he
referred strictly to “Adventists.”
The priest answered,
“You’re right; I apologize, here I did make a mistake. When I said that among
all the billions of people living on the face of this planet, everyone was
honoring the great master, I forgot all about the Adventists. After all, they
are so few in number when you think of all the billions, I didn’t even think to
mention them; so, I’m sorry.” Then he said, “Secondly, the reason why they
can’t be brought under the great deception? Let me explain this to you. Now, my
next statement is going to upset some of you, but what I’m telling you is the
honest truth, it’s factual and it’s reality. The fact
that the Adventists observe the Biblical Sabbath of creation and reverence the
Creator on that day makes it impossible for the spirits to deceive them. They
are given very special help and great spiritual insight. Under these conditions
they are not ordinary people.” And that stayed with me.
(In Mark 2:28 Christ
affirms, "Therefore the Son of man is Lord also of the Sabbath.” But
another authority speaks. Priest, Thomas Enright, CSSR, President of Redemptorist College, Kansas City, Missouri stated -
"The Bible says ‘Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy.’ The Catholic
Church says, No. By my divine power I abolish the
Sabbath day and command you to keep holy the first day of te week. And lo! The entire civilized world bows down
in reverent obedience to the command of the Holy Catholic Church.")
The Rescue Begins
The high priest had already talked to us about the
advantages of our getting initiated into the society on the coming 31st of
October. The same night he made this offer I came home, went to bed and
couldn’t get to sleep until about 3 AM. This sleeplessness occurred because my
mind was filled with thoughts about all of this experience with the
supernatural that I’d been exposed to for so many months, plus thoughts of my
Catholic upbringing, and then the questions that I still had about God.
However, now I knew for sure that there was a God, the spiritists
made me well aware of that! I was in a state of terrible unrest, and I had
great difficulty sleeping. Without even any forethought, somehow I was able to
say as I was lying on my bed, “If there is a God up there who cares for me,
help me!” That’s all I said, and the next thing I knew the alarm clock rang, it
was 6:30 AM, time for me to get up and go to work.
At that time I had
recently changed my employment. I had taken a course in embroidery from a
manufacturer of ladies dresses in Montreal, and was now working with an
embroidery company that made piping, sequins, and fancy designs for ladies
dresses. It was a Jewish owned firm, and there were two bosses, one was a
Sabbath keeper and the other by the name of Harry wasn’t. As I was leaving my
workstation to go out and have a cigarette during my afternoon break, Harry
said, “Roger when you come back in, come to my office, I want to talk to you.”
When I came back in and
he said, “close the door.” I closed the door. He said,
“I want you to do me a favor.” “Oh? What do you mean?” “Well, I’ll tell you
what, did you notice a few days ago there was a fellow here that I showed
around the shop? Well he’s going to start working here this coming Monday, and
he’s not just an ordinary guy, he’s a Christian, but he keeps the Bible
Sabbath!” I said, “Go over that again?” He said, “Yes, just like the Jewish
people, he keeps the seventh-day Sabbath. Saturday is the seventh day of the
week.” “Well,” I said, “Let me tell you sir, the nuns have told us that there
has been a mistake made in the calendar, actually what it shows is that Sunday
is the seventh day of the week.” “Oh, no,” he said, “there was no mistake made
in the calendar, Saturday is the seventh day of the week as you see it on your
calendar, it never was changed. Sunday is the first day of the week.” I said,
“That’s interesting, I’m going to have to go to the library and check this
out.” “Oh, you don’t have to,” he said, and he pulled his desk drawer open and
pulled out his big dictionary. He then looked up Saturday, and he read out “the
seventh day of the week”. He then looked up Sunday, and the dictionary said “the
first day of the week”. “Well,” I said, “That’s pretty interesting.”
“Now here’s what I’d
like you to do for me, first of all, I’m going to have this man work next to
you. Now don’t tell him that I want to know what church he belongs to! You be
very tactful, you have all the time in the world, even if it takes you a month.
I’ll tell you what,” he said, “It’s the craziest thing that I’ve been thinking
about this guy and I can’t get him out of my mind. About the fact he’s a
Christian and yet keeps the Seventh-day Sabbath! The Bible Sabbath of all
things. And you know that I’ve got more important things to think about than
stuff like that...” I then said, “Well why don’t you just ask him then?” He
responded, “No, I couldn’t do that! It’s too personal.”
So Monday morning
arrived, and the new fellow came in and the boss introduced him to all of the
workers numbering about fifty people. He said to us, “Cyril is an accomplished
embroiderer, we’ll be very happy to have him here with us.” Then he walked with
him to his machine and said, “Roger, meet Cyril.” And I shook his hand and we
begin to work.
The Contrary Sewing Machine Leads to A
New Relationship
It
was not more than maybe twenty minutes that I was working, when my machine
started to skip its stitches, so you then have to stop and back up. I was
working on sequins, they’re on a spool and they come up, then the needles put
them in there. And when it skips, you’ve got to stop, back up, and start over
again where it left off. It wasn’t too long that I had done these two or three
times; and I was getting increasingly upset. French speaking persons, usually
don’t go easy on the saints and God’s name. By then I was using some pretty
foul language that Cyril felt very uncomfortable hearing. Anyway, I called
the boss over, and said, “Come and look at this machine, I’m having trouble
with it.” He checked it out and worked on it for five minutes, it was OK,
everything worked beautiful! I then sat down again and begin to work, and the
same problems begin to happen all over again. And after we tried it two or
three times, the boss said, “Joe, come over.” He’s an old timer who knows just
about everything there is to know in the shop. So he looked at the
tensions, adjusted things and said, “It’s working just beautiful.”
Well, I begin to work
again and within twenty minutes was having the same problem! By then it was
time to go out for a coffee break. So as I started to walk out, I told Cyril,
“Have you ever seen such a crazy thing as this, the trouble I’m having with
this machine?” “No”, he said. I responded, “It’s a new machine just a month
old”. He then said, “That’s very unusual.” So as we were going down the stairs
I said to him, “Do you have any ideas on how to fix this problem?” “No, not
really, but I do have a suggestion that might help.” He said, “I heard you
calling upon God, but not in the way that I would have liked to hear you talk.
Go easy on God”, he said. This didn’t offend me and I answered, “Thank-you. I’m
sorry if I offended you with my language.”
I then commented, “By
the way, you’re quite a religious man I understand?” “Yah”, he said, “I read
the Bible and I do go to church.” I said, “That’s great! What denomination do
you belong to?” “Well, I’m a Seventh-day Adventist.” “Excuse me? Repeat that
again?” “I’m a Seventh-day Adventist” The word ‘Adventist’ really shocked me,
as I had heard so much about the Adventists. But, Seventh-day Adventists was
new to my ears. I then said, “What does it signify?” He said, “Well, we’re
Seventh-day observers, as we believe in the Biblical Sabbath. The Scriptures
make it very clear that God has placed a special blessing upon this particular
day of the week, and has sanctified it. That means He has made into sacred
time, and we should consider our blessings on the Seventh-day and give to the
Creator the honor that is due to His holy name.” “Is there any difference
between your church, and what some people refer to as
the ‘Adventists?” “Oh, no,” he said, “some people, in fact most people just
talk about the Adventists.” It was then I said to myself, “Man what a unique
thing to have happened to me, that I should meet one of these guys!” Boy was I
interested! I wanted to know what his Bible said.
So we talked about a
number of things in which he shared many Biblical texts and promises. After
lunch, I told him that I wanted to see him at the three o’clock break “as I
have another question for you.” So when the three o’clock coffee break came
along, many things were passing through my mind. You see, I knew very well that
if I were to now get involved with a Christian religion, the spirits would seek
to destroy me. We’d all been assured of that fact, that there is no way you can
deviate from the will of the spirits, otherwise you’re history.
In these few discussions
during our breaks, it was the first time in my life that I discerned that there
is a God of love. At the same time I also became aware that I was lost man. As
I see it now, I experienced to some degree what those who will find themselves
outside the walls of the New Jerusalem will feel, as in utter despair they
realize that its too late.
Realizing that I was spiritually lost, I began to perspire profusely. Opening
my shirt collar, I rolled up my sleeves, but it didn’t help any. Going to the
men’s room I locked the door and, in the anguish of my soul, seized the toilet
tank cover to steady myself, since I became quite faint. Perspiration flowed
down my face, with heavy drops hitting the water in the bowl regularly. It’s
too late, my mind kept screaming. Too late! My hatred of God had now vanished,
and my godless life loomed before me.
Demon spirits now
oppressed me with a sense of discouragement such as I had never before
suffered, and have not since. I felt their presence physically to the extent
that breathing became difficult, as though depriving me of oxygen. In my
helplessness I silently gasped, “May God have pity upon me”. I had not meant it
to be a prayer, but to my amazement, the suffocating condition left me immediately, and also the sense of discouragement. As I
returned to my workstation the thought entered my mind that perhaps the
Life-giver had heard my cry and drove the evil spirits away. If so, why did He
do it? I had hated God, and had blasphemed Him. How could He forgive me? Yet no
one but the God of heaven could have delivered me in the way I had just
experienced.
After a while I began to
feel great indignation over the fact that these demonic intelligences had
mislead the human race. Then and there I determined that I had had it with them.
After work I told Cyril that I would like to walk with him to the streetcar and
talk some more. As our discussion ended I asked, “Cyril, would you show me out
of the Bible the things that you’ve told me about today, if I were to go to
your house?” He answered, “Sure, I’d be glad to, when, next week sometime?”
“No, no, not next week; tonight?” He said, “What’s the big hurry?” I said, “I
can’t tell you why, but it has to be tonight, or never!” He said, “Are you
serious?” I said, “Yes!” “And you can’t tell me why it has to be tonight? I’ll
tell you the reason that I’d prefer another night is because someone’s coming
over to look over my large collection of music records that I want to sell.” In
a disappointed voice I answered, “Well, forget about it then”. He then said,
“Man, you really mean what you say? You want to see these things in the Bible?”
I then said, “Sure.” “Well OK then, come on over to my place at seven o’clock.”
He then gave me his street address.
Twenty-Eight Bible Studies in One Week!
That evening, at seven o’clock sharp, I rang Cyril’s
doorbell. Upon entering their home, we chatted some. Upon meeting his wife
Cynthia, Cyril stated to me, “Now I’ve got to explain things a little bit. I’m
not yet a baptized member of the Seventh-day Adventist Church. I’m still
studying the church’s doctrines with the minister. However, Cynthia is a
Seventh-day Adventist Christian. And I’ve come to think that I’m soon going to
be baptized, and also become a Seventhday Adventist.
My wife is the one that really knows the Bible. I think that she has the right
study for us tonight, and it should take about an hour. Can you spare that much
time?” “Oh”, I said, “The evening is yours.”
Well she had with her a
set of Bible studies entitled “28 Bible Studies for Busy People”. She pulled
one out and there were many different subjects. The first study was on the
authority of the Word of God. She said, “I’ll read aloud the question and then
you can find the answer in the Bible, would you like that?” I said, “Beautiful,
let’s go!” Cyril was sitting next to me with his Bible, because I had never
opened a Bible before in my life, never! And that’s where it all started, with
the Word of God. After this first Bible study was over he said, “Well, did you
find it interesting?” I said, “Most interesting, very interesting”, and then I
said, “what’s the next study coming up?”
“Oh, that’s on Daniel
chapter 2, the prophecy of Daniel which explains coming world events, and in
which he predicts the great world empires that were yet to come into existence
in the future.” I said, “Really! That’s very interesting, how long would that
one take?” “Well”, Cynthia said, “it would take us about an hour. You have
between twenty to twenty five questions to look up.” So I said, “Let’s have it now!”
“Oh no” she said, “when could you come back?” I then
responded, “Why come back?” She looked very surprised and she looked at her
husband and then he looked at me. So I said, “Hey, you guys do like the Bible
or are you getting tired?” “No, no we like to study the Bible,” they said.
“Then let’s have another Bible study, it’s only 8 o’clock.”
At that time I was a
chain smoker, and when I had accomplished something worthwhile, I used to
reward myself with a cigar. Though I didn’t realize it then, the smoke was
really bothering them, but they didn’t let me know. This shows the power of
God’s love operating in the lives of those who are seeking to bless the lives
of others. It turned out that they had prayed about this. Cyril had already
told his wife, “this man is coming for Bible studies at seven o’clock tonight
and he smokes, in fact he’s a smoke fiend, what are we
going to do? Should we tell him not to smoke in our home? If we do that, I’m
afraid he’s not going to stay for the study.” He was right, for if they had
asked me to not smoke, I’d have said, “I’m sorry, but you’re not my kind of
people, you’re too reserved for me.” To this day I still thank God that His
Holy Spirit led at that crucial time, inspiring Cynthia to say to her husband,
“Wouldn’t you be willing to die, to save a soul for Christ?” and he answered,
“Yes.” “Well it’s not going to kill us, even if we inhale all the smoke that he
puts out, right?” Finally, at quarter to seven he asked her again, “What are we going to do about the smoking, shall we tell him not
to smoke?” She responded, “Let’s put up with it.”
When it came to 9 PM, we
had finished the study on Daniel 2. I then said, “What is the next Bible
study?” Cynthia said, “Well, can you come on the weekend?” I answered, “Yah, I
can come on the weekend. What is the title?” She then gave me the title; “Man,”
I said, “It sounds really interesting! It’s only nine o’clock, let’s have it
now.” Again Cyril looks at her with a very surprised look on his face, as
Cynthia looks back at him. I then said, “What’s going on between the two of
you? It’s like you have a conspiracy going on that we’re not going to study the
Bible more than an hour or two? ”
Then she said, “Let me
be honest with you, our church minister, pastor Taylor has been giving us
instruction on how to give Bible studies, because we wanted to be able to share
the truths of God’s Word when people ask us the reason for the hope that is in
us, and he’s told us clearly that we should have only one Bible study per week.
However, if someone is exceedingly interested, then we could have a second
study in the middle of the week, but never more than that. We’ve already passed
our weekly quota.” Later on they told me that they sensed in me a great
urgency, that there was something very curious about me. As Cynthia went into
the kitchen to get me a glass of water, she said to Cyril, “What do you think?”
and Cyril answered, “There’s something very unusual about this man, he wants to
study the Bible, so let’s study the Bible! But let’s not say a word to Elder
Taylor about this.” You see the minister had advised them that if you give too
much too soon, you’ll give people spiritual indigestion, and they’ll never want
to open the Bible again.
Well we completed that
third Bible study, and now it’s 10 PM. I then said,
“What’s the next title?” she then told me about it. I said, “My, that’s a
beautiful Bible study, let’s have it.” Cyril responded, “Really Roger, we’ve
studied too much tonight, we’re never going to be able to remember all these
things.” “Oh”, I said, “you’d be surprised! I’ve got a mind like a sponge for
the things that I like.” He said, “You’re enjoying yourself!” I said, “I never
heard anything so nice in my life. Let’s have another study, what time do you
people turn in? I don’t want to infringe on your regular habits of rest.”
“Well”, he said, “We usually go to bed at eleven o’clock.” “Beautiful,” I said,
“Go on Cynthia.” Cyril then said, “Go on Cynthia”, and we had another Bible
study.
When these four Bible
studies were over, I said to myself if I am still alive, I want to be here
tomorrow night. I felt sure that I was now going to be killed; I’d probably be
destroyed in some kind of accident. You see, I’d heard of so many cases. So I
just knew, this is how I felt, that I wasn’t going to
be alive tomorrow night. But if for some reason, I’m actually still alive, I
want to be back here and study the Bible with these people. So I then said to
them, “What are you people doing tomorrow night?” “Not too much.” “What about
seven o’clock, another Bible study?” She looks at him and he looks at her, and
he said, “Hey, we won’t tell Elder Taylor, we won’t tell him a word about it.
We’ll be here at seven o’clock waiting for you. ” The next night I was there,
four more Bible studies and a lot more smoke.
Hope Arises - Maybe I Can Break Free!
The Holy Spirit was inspiring me, ministering to me the
graces of redemption and to be able to put it into words, it’s a mystery to
understand, but somehow the Holy Spirit recreates you as He ministers to you.
He cleans out your mind and gives you understanding, and you begin to see
things in a totally different light than you never thought about before. Life
becomes a meaningful thing all of a sudden. And now you’d be willing to die for
these precious things, for the things that you’ve learned. That’s what I said
to myself after the second night of Bible studies, as I was on my way home. It
took about an hour on the streetcar to get to my place, and I arrived home at
midnight. I said to myself, “Well if they do me in tonight, at least I now have
the beautiful experience of having learned these great, wonderful things about
God.”
So when Wednesday night
came and I was still alive, it was then that I first felt some hope. I can’t
recall exactly what verse of Scripture it was, but it said “He came unto his
own and his own received him not; but as many as received him to them gave he power to become the sons of God.” Cynthia explained to
me what this meant. I knew of course that I was going to be worked over by the
spirits, either through one of their agents, or by accident or something, you
see. That’s how I felt inside. I said to myself, “This
is very unusual that nothing has happened to me yet.” And I’m going home late
Wednesday night, with another appointment for Thursday at seven o’clock. You
see this was the very night, when I had been at the Bible study, instead of
being present at the regular spirit praise service where I was supposed to make
my full lifelong commitment to the “great master”.
As I was on my way home
that night, I was thinking to myself, well this will surely be the end of me. Its Wednesday night and they’re having their praise session
to the gods and that will be it, but I was amazed, nothing happened! Come
Thursday morning and I was still alive. And I went back that night for another
four Bible studies, and by then I realized that the Creator was taking special
care of things. You see, these spiritists never give
God glory, however they do always refer to “higher
powers”. They pride themselves on the fact that they respect authority.
Therefore, they do recognize the Creator for who He is. But of course they’re
convinced that their master, fallen Lucifer is just as smart as God, and he’s
got it all worked out so that he’s going to have a kingdom to himself for
eternity, and so you have no need to worry about anything.
By now I realized that
God’s power was intervening in my life. Suddenly I became brave, and the Spirit
of God gave me strength. You see I’d asked God to gave me the strength to be able to die for the things
I had just learned. That’s how it happened, and I went on to get eight more
Bible studies on Friday and on Saturday nights, during which time I had kept my
first Sabbath. In fact as thing turned out, I took all 28 Bible studies in a
period of just one week, seven days straight, four hours per evening. Now
they’d never planned on anything like this.
On Friday evening before I left, Cyril said, “Did you enjoy the Bible
studies?” I said, “Oh, yes! Very, very much! Tomorrow, you people are going to
church? ” He said, “Yes, would you like to come with us?” I said, “Yah!” For I
already had the Bible study on the Sabbath. And I then commented, “Sure, if I’m
still alive.” He said, “What do you mean, if you’re still alive?” Well I said,
“You know, you say, if I’m still alive I’ll be here, I’ll do this or that.” But
I knew what I meant, if I’m still alive. They then said, “Would you join us
here and we’ll walk to church, it’s not too far, it’s only a few blocks and
it’s going to be a nice day tomorrow.” I said, “Yes, sure, I’ll meet you here.”
The next morning we walked to church and we were welcomed at the door. I
immediately noticed a rack of brochures on the wall, so I walked over to look
at some of them and put a couple into my pocket. And we were now in Sabbath
School, and I thought to myself this is just great.
A Smoking Victory!
Late Sabbath afternoon, Pastor Taylor talked with us for
quite a while. Time flew and it got to be about quarter to seven in the
evening. By then I was getting very distressed, because I got a tremendous urge
to smoke about an hour before. As the pastor continued explaining what I had
asked him to explain, it was difficult for me to concentrate. As he left I told
Cyril, “I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta have a cigarette, I
just can’t stand it any more!”
On my way home in the
streetcar I said to myself, this is going to be, excuse the expression, Hell on
earth, to give up smoking! Then I said, “No, it’s not going to be, because I’m
going to have help!” I got to my apartment and I opened the clothes closet and
there I had stored two cartons of cigarettes on the shelf, and I then opened up
all the packs and threw the cigarettes in the toilet and flushed them down the
drain. Then I knelt by the little table I had there with my Bible on it, and I
begin to read about the crucifixion of Christ, which I have since been reading
for forty-five years now, every morning Matthew 27:22-54, every day God willing
I always read it. I don’t always put the light on, because I know it by heart.
Then and there I placed
my trust and my life in the care of the Lord of glory who had shed His precious
blood on Calvary to acquire legal right to be able to redeem me from where I
was and where I was going. So that was the end of my smoking. Miraculously, I
never had a desire to smoke again! I told Him to take the desire away, to
recreate me. For I fully realized that if He is the Creator,
then He can recreate.
The Spirits Fight Back!
I didn’t have to wait too long for the demons to try to
prevent my full commitment to God. Throughout the week the Spirit of God held
back the demonic spirits so that they could not have access to me. I realized
that from Wednesday night on. Unknown to me a spirit counselor had appeared to
the high priest that very night and said, “You have a defector, that guy named Morneau. You have to get rid of him, because he’s out there
studying the Bible with the very people that the master hates most on the face
of the earth.” And the high priest nearly had a heart attack, (“Because I kind
of liked him,” is what he told my friend Roland). Anyhow, as I came home at
midnight on Saturday night, there was a note on my door from Roland. The
message said, “It is urgent that I talk to you tonight! I don’t care if you
call me in the middle of the night. I’ve got to talk to you,
we’re facing a terrible disaster!”
So, I thought to myself,
well Roland must have gotten some real static. Sure enough! First
of all though I wanted to review something that we had studied that night.
I had a book, given to me by Cynthia and Cyril, and as I opened it to read,
there was a book-marker, a sheet of paper cut in half that I’d placed on the
table, and it begin to levitate and move about the room. It didn’t bother me,
for I knew what was going on. Then the sheet of paper came and hung about a
foot above my book, and then it was slapped down onto the book, and it fell
onto my lap and almost to the floor. I picked it up. I felt like telling the
spirits to buzz off! But I had understood that I would not again speak with
spirits, I’d made up my mind on that. So I picked up the book again and begin
to read again, and then a spirit picked up the book and threw it across the
room against the wall with tremendous force. So then I decided, well I’d better
go and phone my buddy.
Although there was a
public phone in the hallway, I didn’t want to use it. So I went to a diner down
the block and called him. “How are things, Roland?” He answered, “Man, don’t
you care for my life, Morneau? What kind of a friend
are you? I’ve been suffering since Wednesday trying to get hold of you. I’ve
been waiting at your door. What time do you come home?” I said, “I’ve been
getting home about midnight.” He then said to me, “You’re in real trouble!
Because the high priest said the spirit appeared to him on Wednesday night and
told him that you were studying the Bible with some Christians. But even worse,
you weren’t just studying the Bible with Christians; you were studying the
Bible with the Adventists! The very people the master hates most on the face of
the planet. How in the world did you get yourself involved with something like
that? Don’t you care for your life?”
I said, “Sure.” “Beside
that…” and he told me other things that the spirits had told the high priest.
The conversation went on for a while and I said; “Now listen, It’s not possible for me to explain to you over the phone
what has taken place in my studying the Bible four hours per evening through
the week. Why don’t you come to see me tomorrow sometime and I’ll give you the
real reasons why I did what I did.” He said, “OK”. So we made an appointment
for some time on Sunday morning. After my phone call I went back to my
apartment. I then decided that I should get to bed, as by now it was quite late.
I just got into bed, and then the lights went on. I got up, walked to the
switch and turned the lights off. Came back to bed, and the
light goes on again. I then said to myself, “there’s no use getting up
and turning the lights off, they’re going to just put them back on again. So
decided I’ll go to sleep with the lights on.
Soon afterward things
started moving around the place. A picture on one wall goes through the air and
then sticks itself on the other wall where there is nothing to hold it up. The
light that was on the table moves, and then stands in mid
air, and it stays there. I wasn’t at all afraid at this time. The Lord
was seeing me through this thing. I knew I was going to have a terrible
struggle somewhere along the way, somehow. They were going to try and destroy
me, no question about it. So after this nonsense had gone on for quite a while,
I went off to sleep. I said. “Hey, I’m going to get my rest, I’m tired. Lord,
bless this fellow to get some rest from these spirits,” and I fell asleep.
However, they woke me up about two o’clock in the morning and again about four
o’clock.
Now when this happened
at four in the morning I sat up in bed, pushed my pillow in the back and I said
to myself, “What in the world am I going to do?” Because, for some reason it
appeared that the Lord was permitting this. Then the thought came to me that
maybe the Lord just wants me to know from the spirits exactly how I’m standing
with them. So I spoke to the spirit saying, “You want to talk to me?” (It was
later on in my Christian walk that I came to understand how extremely dangerous
it is to converse with a spirit) The spirit answered, “Yes, Finally! I’m able
to talk to you. What in the world do you think you’re doing?” (You see God had
been holding back the spirits so that they could not talk to me. I then
realized that they were under very special control.) He said, “Listen to me
carefully, I am a chief counselor and I am telling you the truth. The master
has tremendous plans for your life. Fame, honor, respect, wealth, don’t you
value any of these things? The master has great wealth and power prepared for
you if only you give up associating with the people that he hates, and stop
observing the Seventh-day Sabbath he despises.”
I said, “I want you to
know spirit that ten days ago, I would have grabbed your offer, but now you’re
talking to a former spirit worshipper and I’m educated to the realities of
life, especially the reality of eternal life, yes especially that reality. I’ve
had a better offer for my allegiance. Jesus is now my Master, and with His help
I will be a commandment keeper, walking with those who honor the Creator’s
Sabbath. As for you and your spirit friends, in reality you’re all a bunch of
cheats. You offer me gold if I will forfeit eternal life. Forget it. I can wait
for the coming of the Lord. I’m not interested in your offer”.
A Disappointed Spirit Chief Counselor
For about two or three minutes maybe four minutes, and that’s
a long time in a conversation, there was no response to what I’d just said.
Only my alarm clock ticking away broke the silence. As a losing general on the
battlefield, the spirit chief counselor needed a little time to work out a new
strategy. Then when the spirit spoke again he had a tremor in his voice. In
fact, I sensed waves of despair engulfing him as he became aware that he was
wasting his efforts in trying to regain my allegiance. “Well,” he then said,
“We’ve worked so long over the years to prepare you for the master’s work and
what are you doing? I plead with you don’t pass it up.”
I answered, “You know,
spirit, the high priest has talked about the higher powers. As you know I’m now
affiliated with the highest powers. I don’t have to concern myself with you or
your master, or any of the other spirits because you’re all losers. I am the
winner! I can look forward to a perfect life on the new earth, recreated,
translated, or resurrected my life will be counted into the millions of years.
If I take the offer of the master, what do I have? I’m twenty years of age,
even if I live to be a hundred, how can you compare that to a hundred million
years? And I’ll have all the gold that I want, the silver that you’re offering
me and much more, so I’m not a loser anymore, I’m a winner!”
The Spirit Shows its True Colors
The spirit then said, “OK. You’re turning down the offer of
the master?” I said, “Definitely”. Angrily he responded, “OK, you’re refusing
wealth and fame from the master, so from now on, poverty will be the lot of
your life. That is, if you can manage to stay alive!” And then he threatened me
with these words, “I really doubt you’ll have long to live, for your days are
numbered! You will from this day on walk under the shadow of death. We’ll
destroy you!” and then he laughed. This was frightening to hear and a shiver
went up my spine. He had this sinister and evil laugh that caused me to think
immediately of the laugh that Nero must have had when the lions were tearing
the Christians apart in the Coliseum of Rome.
I then said, “Spirit, I
want you to know that I have placed myself under the care of the Christ of
Calvary and that I am prepared to walk under the shadow of death as long as He
goes with me. Now I command you in His name to depart from me and to come no
more.” As he left enraged he nearly took the door with him. When he left
through the balcony door, the door was slammed open instead of shut, and the
doorknob almost went through the plaster of the wall it hit. You could actually
see the imprint of the doorknob in the plaster. The house was at least fifty
years old, so the plaster had been settled a long time.
I then went back to
sleep and when I awoke that Sunday morning I said to myself,
“My, it’s time to get up”. I knew I was waking up to a new way of life. A surge
of happiness filled me at the thought that I had a powerful new friend in the
person of Jesus Christ. I remembered the mighty way in which the Spirit of God
had blessed and sustained me during my episode with the spirit counselor a few
hours before. With the Bible on the night table to my left instead of
cigarettes, I put my hands on my Bible and begin to shuffle its pages. I then
opened the Bible wide. Not thinking about what I had done, I then got up,
straightened myself out a little bit and looked down
at the open Bible. My eyes fell on a chapter in the book of Isaiah the prophet.
I begin to read, and it was the experience of Hezekiah, when Sennacherib the
great general of the Assyrian armies had compassed the city of Jerusalem. He
was telling Hezekiah in a written message that he might as well give up all
hope of defense and open wide the gates to let the invading army in. The letter
warned, “You’re not going to survive this, because we’ve destroyed all the nations
that we’ve faced before facing you.”
God Fights for His People
I was very impressed with the fact that Hezekiah took this
letter of the General and went into the temple of the Lord, laying it out
before Him. He then talked to the Lord about the letter, and sought His
guidance. Hezekiah had not yet returned to his palace, when Isaiah the prophet
came, and said, “The Lord has sent a message to you. The way
that Sennacherib has come, that’s the way that he’s going to return.” I
loved Hezekiah’s prayer. I went on to memorize this beautiful prayer.
In fact from that moment
on I had an intensive inner desire to fortify myself with the Word of God
knowing, that this would be my encouragement and strength. I said, “I’m going
to fortify myself by memorizing the Word of God.” Then and there I took a piece
of paper and underlined the prayer of Hezekiah in red. I wrote it down on a
piece of paper and put it into my coat pocket. When I traveled on the tramway,
I’d memorize it. This is a practice that I’ve engaged in for some 45 years now.
My wife once said to me, “Are you still memorizing?” I said, “Yes.” She said,
“Why are you memorizing? You know so much of the Bible already?” I said, “Yes,
but I need some more! I’ve got to keep feeding myself spiritually.”
As I read the rest of
the chapter, it shows that during the night, the angel of the Lord went out to
deal with the enemy, and when the general and his chief officers woke up in the
morning, they looked out over the camp and all their soldiers were dead! And
they immediately headed back to Assyria, before they too were done in.
Sennacherib then went to the temple of Nishrob his
god, and while worshipping there two of his sons came in and put a dagger into
his back, and fled to the land of Iran. I was deeply impressed by this story of
God’s power to deliver, and so I left the Bible open there. I then had my time
of devotion. I prayed without audibly uttering a word, as I had learned that
demons couldn’t intercept a silent prayer. I wanted to be one step ahead of my
enemies.
When
my old friend Roland came over, the Bible was still there open. He came in and
sat himself down. When I saw him I said to him “You look worn out, man. Are you
sick?” And he answered, “Morneau you’ve almost
shocked the life out both George and me. Of all people, not Morneau
would do a stupid thing like daring the spirits. You’re an intelligent man
aren’t you? We can’t believe it, that you would be so unkind and so
unappreciative, and insult the master by refusing the wealth he has prepared
for you. At 5:30 this morning George phoned me after a chief counselor told him
about your stupid decision. He asked me to talk some sense into your head, or your going to lose it.”
I see I must have upset
that chief counselor quite a lot by throwing him out the way I did” “What, did
I hear you say that you threw a chief counselor out? I don’t get you.” “Roland,
you heard me correctly. About 4:00 this morning I had a conversation with a
chief counselor, and when he became nasty I asked the Spirit of God to throw
him out. The spirit left his mark on the wall when he slammed the door open
against it.” I pointed to the indentation made by the doorknob. You – you,
Roger Morneau, had a conversation with a chief
counselor? Do you know that some of our members have been worshipping and
conjuring spirits for many years and haven’t had the privilege of conversing
with a chief counselor? And you have been dealing with the spirits but a short
while, yet you are accorded that great honor. This shows how much the master
thinks of you.”
Hs
faced glowed with excitement as he next exclaimed, “You and I have a fantastic
future awaiting us. Now forget that bit about Christianity, and lets go and see the high priest. You’ve got a choice. The
high priest tells me that if you come to see him with me now, no problem! The
priest likes you and understands you. He said he realizes that you’re an
adventurer by nature. The only thing he really feels bad about is that if you
were going to look into religion, why didn’t you chose some other church
instead of those Sabbath people, the very people the master hates most on the
face of the earth.
Man, you don’t
understand how much you’ve upset the gods. But listen Roger; everything’s going
to be straightened out with the spirits. A chief counselor has promised him
that already. The high priest has this assurance. Let’s do the right thing now.
Why gamble with your life? Face it Morneau, you’re
not your own master. I wish you were but you’re not. The spirits own you in
your entirety, and the sooner you acknowledge that the better off you’ll be.”
Extremely agitated, he projected an air of impending doom. He began
pacing the floor, wringing his hands. He was perspiring profusely although it
wasn’t warm in the room. “Morneau, your days are
numbered, along with those of the young couple responsible for leading you away
from the master. However, I must tell you that you can stop the plan of
destruction the spirits have initiated, by coming with me to see the high
priest right now. He will restore you to their favor, and all will be well.
This way no one gets hurt.” He had to pause for a couple of seconds to use his
handkerchief to wipe away the perspiration. “One thing in particular the high
priest wants you to realize. No one has ever gotten out of our secret society
alive. The spirits brought you and me into it, and we’re to be in subjection to
them, not they to us.”
I responded, “Well, I’ll
tell you what, I don’t feel like going to see the high priest now or ever!” He
answered, “Well, I hate to have to tell you this, but seeing that you’ve
decided that you’re not going to have anything to do with the master and his
people; the high priest told me that a price has been put on your life. A
medical doctor, a member, has offered to put up $10,000. [in
today’s monetary equivalence, about $100,000.) on your
head, to eliminate you. If a spirit informs us that you have spoken to anyone
on the outside about the activities of our secret society, three individuals
have volunteered to shoot you at a convenient time. We brought the plan before
a spirit counselor, and received full approval, along with the gift of
clairvoyance for the three volunteers so that they would know at all times
where you are. I’m sorry I have to tell you this. ”
This surprised me a
little, but I had prepared myself for something worse. It didn’t bother me too
much, for the Spirit of the Lord was giving me strength. Now at this time when
I heard that they were going to have me shot, the Spirit of God gave me a very
profound sense of righteous indignation. I said to him “For my survival to
depend upon a lying spirit, that I will not stand for. Tell the priest that I
have a new friend in the person of Jesus Christ. He is all-powerful and
commands respect. So much that at the mention of His name
demons tremble. And when commanded in that great name, even spirit
counselors flee, as I witnessed last night.”
At this, he realized
that he had lost the battle, and became very nervous. He then got up and went
to the door, put his hand on the door and we talked there. He said, “Morneau, please! If it’s not for your sake, do it for me.
Do you realize what’s going to happen to me if something happens to you? I
don’t know how they’re going to treat me.” I then said, “Hey, man, let me tell
you something, I’ve got a suggestion for you. You come with me. I guarantee you
all the protection that you’ll need to live to a ripe old age! And beside that, I’ll tell you what; you should go back and
tell the high priest and all his boys to come to our church. I’ll arrange with
my minister to have a hundred spaces there right off the center aisle.” I felt
like extending them an invitation. “Well”, he said, “I would never say a stupid
thing like that!” “Well, that’s your responsibility. Things are settled”. He
lit a cigarette, and as he lit the cigarette, I saw his hand shake. I said,
“You’re quite nervous?” “Let me tell you”, he said, “There’s a power here, a
presence accompanying you that is great and powerful. I’m not accustomed to it
and find it terrifies me.”
I said, “Do you know
what it is? It’s the presence of the Spirit of God, the Spirit of the Creator,
the Life-giver. Every other power is subject unto that higher Power. Are you
aware of that.” It was then that he decided he must
leave. But before he could do so I said “My friend, “I’ve got some news for
you, not so much for you as it is for the high priest.”
The priest seems to be
knowledgeable about the Bible. Have him look up Colossians 2:9 &10. It
spells out in black and white what I’ve been saying about the Lord of Glory as
the “head of all principality and power”. And while he has the Bible in hand” I
added, “I have something else for him to consider found in the 37th chapter of
Isaiah. Many centuries back, a powerful Assyrian king named Sennacherib went
about conquering and subduing nations and people. But one day he came with his
powerful army against one named Hezekiah, who had made God a close friend. This
man prayed to the God of Heaven that He would bring honor to His name by delivering
him and his people from the enemy at their gates. The prophet Isaiah then
assured him that his prayer was heard. And that very night 185,000 of
Sennacherib’s soldiers had their lives cut short by the hand of a mighty angel
of the Lord. Only a few of Sennacherib’s officers survived to witness the
results of the king’s proud boastings. And after returning home to Nineveh two
of the king’s own sons put a sword in his back.”
“I will now lay down the
rules of how the game of extinction will be played. And I am doing it with the
full backing of my new Friend, who this morning revealed to me how He intends
to solve my problem.” Roland’s eyes widened and I had his full attention. I
then walked over to where my Bible lay open to this chapter in the Bible and I
showed him in written form the story I had just told. Obviously concerned he
said, “I can now see where something like that could happen to us.”
“Yes,
and the responsibility rests on the high priest. Tell him that the day that
they move to wipe me out, will be the day that the Life-giver is going to pull
the breath of life on all of them, except the high priest and they’ll be dead
cadavers. It could take place during one of their praise sessions to their
false gods. Suddenly dead silence will fill the worship room. And tell the high
priest to not bother with funeral directors, because they don’t have enough hursts, you better call the fire
department and they can pile them all up there, the whole hundred
of them.” I said, “This is going to be what takes place. The Creator will
remove the breath of life from them.” And I felt as confident of this warning I
gave, as if it were a prediction. I fully trust that the Lord would have backed
up my word.
By now Roland had sat
down again and lit himself a cigarette. Beginning to shake, he could not place
his cigarette on the ashtray. I had to walk over and do it for him. “Morneau, I have to go. I’m afraid that what you have just
told me may take place if no one else but the high priest knows about it. So
I’m going to phone George as soon as I leave here and tell him that all of our
lives’ in serious danger unless we stop those three self-appointed
executioners. If the news gets to all of the members before the priest has a
chance to have me sworn to secrecy, there’s a chance that the pressure exerted
on him to call off the assassination attempt will be great enough to guarantee
you a long life.”
As I shook his hand for
the last time, he stated that because he did not want to displease the spirits
our friendship was over, and if ever we should ever meet one another, anywhere,
we must totally ignore each other’s presence.
The Spirits Seek Revenge on my New Christian Friends
Not many days following my first Sabbath observance the
spirits attempted to destroy the lives of Cyril and Cynthia. While they were at
home, a flash fire instantly turned their living room into an inferno. Trapped
behind a wall of flame, Cynthia’s only escape was a window that overlooked a
drop of three stories. Cyril ran for a blanket to cover her, while her brother
phoned the fire department. When her husband returned only seconds later,
Cynthia had miraculously escaped the flames and was standing in the doorway
totally unharmed. She explained that a powerful and commanding voice had told her
to jump through the flames. Though her hair was singed, the flames had not
touched any part of her body, or her clothing. Like the three Hebrews in
Babylon, they weren’t saved from the fire, but in the fire. God had shown His
power to protect and deliver. (Cyril and Cynthia are currently spending their
retirement years in Southern California.)
After the fireman had
put out the flames, they found that the spot where Cynthia had been standing
exploded with such force that it blew a hole through the ceiling. Everything in
the room had burned. However, in the closet was a strange phenomena. A suitcase with clothing in it had escaped
the flames, yet some of the clothing inside were ashes, while the rest remained
intact. The fireman had never seen anything like it before.
Ending the Harassment
After all of this had occurred the interference by the
spirits was not over instantly. Every night the spirits would knock on the
walls and the doors. I was awakened two or three times a night. They were
trying to reopen conversation with me. The Lord would not allow them to bother
me in any other way, except that they tried to communicate with me. This went
on for some time. It was actually six months that the spirits knocked every
night. During this time I would pray, “Thank You Lord, that’s all You are allowing them to do! They’d love to destroy me,
bringing the ceiling down and the whole building on me for that matter.” And I
also said Lord, “Lord if you want these critters to be after me all the days of
my life and knock and wake me up every night that’s OK with me. That’s the
least I could put up with.”
However, at one prayer
meeting I attended, the minister said to me, “How are things going with your
Christian walk Roger?” I responded to him, “Sir, it couldn’t go any better.” He
then said, “I’m glad for you! No problem with the spirits at
all, eh?” “Oh,” I said, “Well, yah, they try to reopen communication
with me all the time. They knock every night and wake me up.” “They do? How can
you put up with that?” “There’s no other way.” “No, no, no,” he said, “wait a
minute, it’s my fault, I didn’t tell you this. The
spirits have an open avenue to you that God cannot close as long as you have in
your place literature or things that have to do with spirit worship. Do you
have anything like that at your place?” “Oh, yes” I responded, “I have three
books, and some incense and some candles.” “Well,” he said, “Get rid of all
this mess and you’re not going to be bothered with the spirits any more. I’m
sure of that!” So when I returned home, I did exactly as the pastor advised,
and the problem of spirit harassment was solved completely!
Epilogue - Counting My Blessings
On that first Sabbath, when I was about to leave the
Adventist church sanctuary, I asked the Lord to make it possible for me to find
myself there again next week. The next Sabbath, I was still alive, as were
Cyril and Cynthia, and I raised my heart in true thanksgiving to God for His
wonderful deliverance from the powers of darkness in the days just passed. I can
also testify that the Spirit of God was really ministering to me the graces of
redemption, every moment during all of those 24 Bible studies. It was precious,
precious, precious!
One beautiful Sabbath
day in April of 1947 I had the blessed experience of being baptized by
immersion into membership with the Seventh Day Adventist Church. On that same
day I met a young women named Hilda Mousseau who
would in September of that same year become my wife and lifelong companion. The
French speaking SDA church in Montreal gave us as a wedding gift the ‘Conflict
of the Ages’ series. When I read the final book in the series called ‘The Great
Controversy” I could only say of the author, “This person is inspired! This
person has knowledge that nobody else has on the face of the earth, except for
the elite spirit worship society” that I had so miraculously escaped from.
As I enter the threshold
of the eighth decade of my life, the fact that I’m still alive, I believe, is
because I’ve been under the care of the Life-giver, Christ, the Lord of glory.
To decide for Christ at the age of 21, when the spirits were offering me
wealth, fame, and power, was the wisest choice I have ever made. And to have a
solid relationship with Christ, and like the apostle Paul, to “be found in Him,
not having my own righteousness…but that which is through the faith of Christ,
the righteousness which is of God by faith: that I may know Him, and the power
of His resurrection” this has brought into my life a wealth of peace,
contentment, and joy in the Lord that no amount of money could ever buy. All I
can still say is Glory to God in the highest!
As I told in my recent
book, More Incredible Answers to Prayer, were it not for His power of love,
cancer would have sent me to the grave in 1989. In addition, God has been
blessing in glorious ways the prayer ministry He has led me into. The Spirit of
God has been transforming lives, remedying seemingly impossible situations, and
providing solutions and victory for the hopeless.
"If evil angels
have such power over the children of men in their disobedience, how much
greater power the good angels have over those who are striving to be obedient. When we put our trust in Jesus Christ, working obedience unto
righteousness, angels of God work in our hearts unto righteousness.” SM
Vol. 1, 94
Concluding Comments
In late 1999 Roger Morneau, who
had become known to many thousands of Christian believers as a great prayer
warrior, passed to his rest and now awaits the call of the Life-giver when with
hundreds of millions of mighty angels, Christ returns to this earth. In his
later years Roger maintained a “perpetual prayer list” registry of over 700
persons whom he would place before the Lord in prayer on a daily basis. His
books testify of many truly amazing and “incredible answers” to these prayers,
and of those he influenced to pray. His life story affords us with a tremendous
testimony of God’s power to transform even the worst of rebels into a life that
would bring great blessings to many other lives, and bring true honor to the
great Creator and Redeemer of the human family.
A listing of Roger’s wonderful books by their title and date of
publication follow:
A Trip into the Supernatural (original edition 1982 – Revised
condensed edition 1993.)
Incredible Answers to Prayer: How God Intervened When one Man
Prayed – 1990
More Incredible Answers to
Prayer: True Stories of God’s Power to
Change Lives – 1993
When You Need Incredible
Answers to Prayer – 1996
The Incredible Power of Prayer
–1998
The unseen “prince of this world’ and the hosts of darkness
never gave up in their efforts to destroy this man and his testimony. In the
early 1980s a virus attacked his heart and destroyed 60% its function. Although
this condition of cardiomyopathy is virtually always fatal (the doctor told his
wife then that Roger would only live at most for a few months) he continued to
live for many more years. Some years later, he was diagnosed with a prostrate cancer that was as too advanced for chemo-therapeutic
treatment, but was healed in direct answer to prayer.
What follows are three
brief accounts of obvious Satanic efforts to destroy him. These occurred in his
middle age years, and are told in his own words. The
first two accounts are found in his book Incredible Answers to Prayer
1990. They are followed by one last account that occurred during his
sunset years when he and his wife needed to drive 750 miles from their
retirement home in Southern California, to Salem Oregon in order to complete
investigative work on his new book project, Beware of Angels. This last account
– that he refers to as a “Red Sea experience” - is not the kind of dramatic
deliverance that occurred in the first two stories, but rather it is a touching
demonstration of Gods tenderness and care for His praying servant in his
elderly years.
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First Account
One particular evening while I traveled home I occupied my
time memorizing 2 Chronicles 16:9: “The eyes of the Lord run to and for throughout the whole earth, to show himself
strong on behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward Him.” By then I neared
Rushford [N.Y.], driving at a reasonable rate of speed and slowing down before
each turn in the road, as [due to snow-banks eight feet high on either side] it
was impossible to see if any vehicles were coming around the corner.
Suddenly I came upon a
stretch of road that was quite slippery, as some of the snow had thawed during
the day, and then refroze when the sun went down, leaving large patches of ice.
It was impossible to brake lest I lose control of the car. Touching neither
brake nor accelerator, I let the car roll into the curve with the hope that
nothing approached from the opposite direction.
As I rounded the corner
I saw a large horse standing in the middle of the road. There was no way to
avoid hitting it. My hands froze on the steering wheel, and all I could say in
a call for help was “Dear Jesus”. Instantly some force, which I believe to be
the Spirit of God… wrestled the steering wheel out of my hands and directed the
car toward the front legs of the horse. Just a moment before impact the animal
reared up on its hind legs, and I slumped in my seat to avoid the hoofs hitting
me in the face through the windshield.
They cleared the car
probably by one or two inches. A short distance down the road I managed to
bring the car to a stop and give my pounding heart a couple of minutes to
recover and at the same time to send forth a prayer of thanks.
Realizing the danger to other
motorists, I drove to the first house down the road to see if the horse
belonged there. When I explained what had happened, the man stated that the
animal belonged to a neighbor and was kept indoors during the winter months.
Picking up the phone, he contacted the owner, who declared that his horse had
been in its stall a half hour ago when he had completed the evening chores.
However, he would check and call right back.
A few minutes later the
message came that in some mysterious way the horse had gotten out. The stall
door was wide open, the barn door was ajar, and the animal was gone. Neither
man could figure out how it could have taken place. Nobody could have reached
the barn without someone seeing him since the driveway faced a large picture window
where the family had been at the time. “It’s strange, strange,” they said.
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Second Account
In December 1971 I was working...[in]
Watertown, New York… It had been exceedingly cold for that time of the year,
and I wanted to assure myself that my battery would not fail me one morning, so
I proceeded to the Sears auto department to have it checked. It was a busy
morning in the service department, undoubtedly brought about by the cold spell
that had taken many by surprise.
Being unable to bring the car
indoors (the bays were filled), the service manager
brought a tester out to the car, performed the necessary checks, and announced
that the battery would carry me through another winter without any problems.
Meanwhile a large
tractor-trailer loaded with 27 tons of cargo had parked sideways behind my car
while the driver went inside the store to get unloading instructions. My car
faced the building, making it impossible to get away. At the time I was driving
a small Saab. The manager suggested that I back up under the body of the huge
trailer, as there was sufficient room to do so. He would guide me in the
maneuver.
The truck motor was
turned off and the brakes set, or otherwise it would have rolled down the hill,
since the parking lot was on a steep incline.
Slowly I backed under the trailer while the service manager directed
me. When I had the entire car under the trailer except the motor, suddenly I
felt that same feeling of urgency that I had experienced in previous
emergencies. I remember bringing the gearshift out of reverse position; then
what seemed to be a powerful and sudden push propelled the car forward. If I
had not my foot on the brake I would have hit the building. Even with that
lunge forward, the vehicle did not get completely out of the path of the truck
that suddenly shot backward, hitting the rear bumper and knocking the taillight
off the fender. The blow shoved part of the car sideways about three feet.
The people who had been
watching me back up under the trailer ran to the car to see if I was all right.
Although shaken some, I was not hurt. They kept repeating, “Are you all right?
Man, are you ever fortunate. You were almost killed. How did you get that car
forward so quickly? How did you know that the truck was going to roll? How were
you able to stop the car from going into the brick wall?” One elderly woman
declared, “Your angel saved your life. God must certainly love you a lot.” A
man said, “Fellow, you were almost crushed flat into that car. Do you realize that?”
The tractor-trailer
damaged several cars, jackknifed, and then stopped as it demolished the back
half of a large Chrysler. The driver of the rig appeared on the scene in time
to see his vehicle crash into the last car. Unable to believe his eyes, he
emphatically declared that he had the truck in forward gear and that the
emergency brake was on…
A great number of people
gathered quickly, everyone curious to know what had taken place. They were
amazed that I had escaped certain death. When the police arrived…one of the
officers climbed into the cab of the truck to examine the controls. He stated
to his partner that the ignition was off and the gearshift in neutral, and the light on the dashboard indicated that the
brakes were on. Naturally, he couldn’t figure out what had happened that would
have allowed the truck to roll as it did.
When he prepared his
report, I was the first one interviewed. At the close he said, “Mr. Morneau, you are a very lucky person in the fact that you
are alive at this moment. A second longer under that trailer, and you would not
be here making an accident report. Instead you would have made the front page
of the evening paper, and I can imagine how that would read.” As I drove away, the words “It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are
not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every
morning” went through my mind.
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Third Account
A couple whom we knew well visited us, and the subject of a possible
trip to Oregon came up. Without money being mentioned, the husband said, “You
don’t intend to make that 1,500 mile trip with your 11–year-old car, do you?”
“I have no choice,” I
replied.
“The Lord wouldn’t want
you to do that,” he continued. “It’s too risky. You need a new rental car, and
I am giving you the first $100 toward it. I will also talk to some of my
friends, who may want to invest here. You see, my wife and I couldn’t sleep
nights if you and Hilda took off on that long trip with your old car.”
To our real surprise,
within two weeks we received checks and money orders that added up to more cash
than the trip did cost us, and with the surplus I was able to buy postage
stamps for my prayer ministry. You see, I reply to all letters that come from
my readers.
In April (1996) Hilda
and I took off for Oregon, filled with joy in the Lord. I considered the new
strength I was feeling as an indication that the Holy Spirit was answering our
prayers. Driving comfortable in a new Buick prompted us to thank God for His
love and care.
On the second day of our
trip we encountered a lot of rain as we traveled over the mountains of Oregon.
Driving on an interstate at 65 miles per hour is great when the sun is shining
brightly and the sky is perfectly clear. But it is something else to keep up
with the flow of traffic when rain pours down heavy and furious. The large
logging trucks headed from California to the mills in Oregon would whip past us
if we went any slower, and would just about push us off the road as they swept
by.
The blast of wind and
water was so great that all visibility vanished for about five seconds or so as
one of the monster trucks whizzed by. At times I felt that the car tires were
about to lose their traction. Se we traveled with a prayer in our hearts. Then
something wonderful happened.
Silently I began quoting
scriptures that inspire faith. [Roger had over 2,000 scripture verses committed
to memory] These were verses of the Bible that told of God’s infinite love and
grace and spoke of His great power. I love Psalm 105, especially the first five
verses. [A portion of these verses follows.]
“O give thanks unto the
Lord; call upon His name and make known His deeds among the people…. let the
heart of them rejoice that seek the Lord; Seek the Lord and His strength, seek
His face evermore. Remember His marvelous works that He has done,
His wonders and the judgments of His mouth.”
Then my mind was drawn
to Genesis 1:1-7. It relates how God’s Holy Spirit moved upon the face of the
waters and controlled them at will. His Holy Spirit had divided the waters at
creation. Would He now hold back the rain so that we could drive safely over
these dangerous mountains? It was no more than three or four minutes later that
Hilda and I began to see something wonderful taking place.
It stopped raining over
the northbound lanes of interstate 5, and the pavement became perfectly dry.
But torrential rains continued to pound the southbound lanes. It was as if a
wall of glass about 50 to 75 feet away was keeping the rain from us. And
looking to the right of us, we saw the very same thing taking place. Filled
with amazement and delighted at what she saw, Hilda said, “What is this taking
place? The clouds above us are kept from raining upon us. Surely this is the
hand of God blessing our lives.”
I explained about my
silent prayer and that God was now giving us an experience that we could share
with others to strengthen their trust in God. “How long will this last?” she
asked. I replied that it would continue as long as God saw a need for it.
Hilda had kept track of
our progress on our AAA map, so that we knew where we were at all times. She
wrote down the time the rain had stopped for us, and for three hours and 10
minutes [just over 200 miles of driving] we praised God for His great power and
love, and for His giving us a dry road. As we drove along at 65 miles per hour
on dry pavement, I could see about 20 cars following us closely, but not one
ventured to pass us. Perhaps the Spirit of God impressed them to stay with us.
By 2:00 in the afternoon
we were both hungry and decided to stop for something to eat. As soon as we
entered the exit lane, rain poured upon us again, and finding a restaurant, we
had to sit in our car like any other mortal until the rain abated some and we
could get out without getting soaked. That experience made a profound
impression on both of us, and we will always remember those three hours and 10
minutes as our Red Sea experience.
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