Wednesday, 31 January 2024
Tuesday, 30 January 2024
Satan Attacks-Trump-Spiritual Husband
Satan Attacks-Arnold Appears Means Victory/Success-Multiple
Dreams
Yesterday had several dreams was way too busy to record. One was terrible. I’d been working, doing this & that, for the Cause. Then I went through an ‘empty’ zone like a place in between work, & there was instantly attacked by a demon who was totally invisible, a Spirit, but the way he affected me was like a black raven as huge as a human, his beak grabbed my neck, the rest of him my body from the left side.
I was PARALYZED to get away the way one is when they get
‘sleep paralysis’ – which is a horror.
At first I could not speak, but summoning all my strength I was able to
cry out,
“Jesus – Maria -”
in Lithuanian, over & over again, & finally, the
demon let go & disappeared.
*{ME: I cannot
discern what this attack was. Can you
help Mother God?
MG: Yes, you got ‘paralyzed’ yesterday for a while re work. You could not get to the recording of your dreams or do your chores. But then the spell broke. God released you from the devil, & you got your basics done—all but the dreams here now.}*
After that I slept again & I appeared in a banquet hall
with
“Do you have any cake with prunes in it?”
She said yes, but then she led me to a place with a glass
cover; the cover was opened, where sat 3-4 wonderful cakes to celebrate
something, not big, looked like birthday cakes, maybe 2 round, 1 square, all
with fancy frosting with roses & other decorations, light grey. She even
said ‘Happy birthday’ to me – my date is not until July!
She gave me a piece.
I didn’t want her to cut into them just for me, but I guess she
did. The only thing wrong was it was
only 2-3 bites & gone - The entire thing light & heavenly to taste –
inside as well as frosting.
*{ME: OK now it
all changes & I’m enjoying heavenly nourishment,
MG: God stepped in,
you got things done. Said the Holy Mass,
which is the main thing you want to do as well as exercise, basic chores.
ME: But my birthday?
MG: It’s a Gift of God’s Grace, whatever time it is.}*
Joe Weider:
Never dreamed of him before.
There is this sort of padded in red ‘sawhorse’ to my left, & on it
sits a sweater – light grey, almost colorless, with large holes in the knitting
– which once had a body in it or something unusual like that. I see this sweater UNFOLD, like the arms
unfold, then the rest, until the entire thing is gone. It hearkens or reminds of a man, also, from
before symbolized as this sweater.
I speak to Weider saying,
“This man {the sweater} is going to win this just as
The idea being is that Weider FIXED the contests for
*{I have a feeling this has to do not with Weider or
Arnold, Weider fixing contests, but with Donald Trump, as he’s running for Pres
again. He won before – it was fixed -
& he’ll win again, also fixed.
The joke is he’s been nominated again for the Nobel
prize. Anyone can nominate, Ben Weider
had his employee Denie the photographer, nominate him. Winning is another story.
If it was honest I should win the Nobel prize for preaching
Our lady of Fatima’s message in front of the White House & ending the Cold
War. But it isn’t honest, for the most
part – the same ole’ same’ ole status of the rich & famous getting more
kudos – yes there are some exceptions, but it’s mostly the powerful, the
rich. Henry Kissinger?
The
sweater with big holes unfolding & will disappear: Being empty before, will be empty again is
most probably the emptiness of the ‘Kingdoms of the world & their
glory.’ The world has no substance or
Power in the Infinite, it is but nothing to God. The great offices & personages of the
world appear, disappear, & have no eternal substance.}*
First, I’m at a place that has to do with body building
&
There are many people here, male & female, &
everyone is getting ready for something.
But they are vague to my vision & off to the sidelines - only Arnold
& I seem distinguished. Is it a
show? No one works harder than
*{Again, this has nothing to do with a person named
First, he was a BIG MAN with his peers, the local hoods,
substance abusers & sellers. They
have still not got over him & are posting on his FB as if he were still
alive. He was their STAR because PUMPED
UP with DRUGS he was the life of the party.
He amused them, they surrounded him wherever he was.
For a time I believed I would win him to be my one &
only, living with me. But toward the end
I saw it was hopeless & it was. He
could not get out of the clutches of drugs & those who enabled him.}*
Myself, not sure what I do but I’m not pumping. I go here & there talking to folks to gather info/research. Not clear why. And it seems somehow that I am the most likely to win the contest I’ll be in, while
At some point I recall strongly looking from face to face at
the people there, trying to see who’s present.
After a while I change my behavior. There’s a large porch here, where people in
our group are sitting about also. I decide to show them what I can do besides
body building. I’m wearing a light blue
silky robe. I ascend into the air,
totally airborne, & do tricks to impress the people. But don’t recall the result.
The relationship of Arnold & myself is tricky. Are we friends or not? What are we to each other?
*{It
could not be ascertained – what were we to each other? The relationship was on & off, yes &
no, close, then not close – a mess.}*
He then disappears & I go looking for him down the
street.
*{He DISAPPEARS – he DIES.}*
I pass by a place that looks like a street-level
office. I just open the door & stand
there, looking from person to person to see if I see
There off to the left
What is SIGNIFICANT is what he said to THEM, later TO ME. To
them he says,
“I have to go somewhere important.”
To me, when we’re outside, he says,
“I have nowhere to go anyway,”
meaning he has no place to
go, might as well follow me.
*{After he dies, his status changes, he shrinks down to size. He’s little, not important, but he’s with
me. He has NO PLACE TO GO now that he
has no body. Before, it was party to
party to party – druggie friends to more of the same.
In his new status – attached to me but also he can go where
he wants mind wise. Here, he’s with his
hoodlum friends. They cannot protest me or interfere with me. As soon as I appear – meaning I come to fetch
him – he automatically leaves them & follows me, telling them he has to do
something important – because I’m important to him now.
And when we leave the hoods he tells me he’s got nowhere to
go anyway – I am the only place he needs to be in other words. Where is a man dead to the world but alive to
spirit going to go? He’s with me, here
he stays if I want him, I’m his center - he no longer has a bodily addiction,
so they are irrelevant.}*
We go outside into the alley. There was another office there where a large
group of all-males were hobnobbing, like a club. I ignored them.
*{See addicts doing the same ole’.}*
There are 2 cars in this alley. One is a tiny sports car, smaller than a
Corvette, its peach color, convertible.
And past it is my car – a beautiful cream color convertible Cadillac,
full size. I guide
I recall one female that appeared but not sure where she
fits in. She’s wearing a peach blouse,
like this car, & she has on large black rimmed oval glasses—the glass is
peach color. When I showed up she seemed
disturbed about something & went out the door—she & the door are close
to me. She’s somewhat flustered as she
exits.
*{The
lady in peach blouse, peace glasses & the tiny peach vehicle is his drug
enabler female – flustered, she EXITS.
This
is the one he was with doing drugs. She
kept him that way. She lived a life of
DELUSION – the peach-colored glasses are like ‘rose colored glasses’ where you
look at life pretending all is right {‘peachy’} when it isn’t.
She
exited his life unwillingly. He’s not
with her in body or mind – he’s with me. Because our love was True, not a
delusion.
The
tiny car is the delusion she had that their relationship was for all time – he
loved her. He loved her for drugs, that
was it. He put on a big show, an act on
Face book & social media, she was the one.
But now that he’s dead, he doesn’t think of her nor is he with her, her
vehicle is there, but he isn’t getting into it, he travels with me. Vehicle is a thing that gets you some
place.
My
vehicle is white, it’s not delusional, it’s purity of heart & mind. Yes, I won him in the end, but not in the way
I expected, in the spiritual way, his body gone.}*
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