Additional Obstacles to Holiness Revealed

I’m sitting here watching Youtube videos from The Last Reformation, and I just had a weird experience. I realized my mother received a word from a false prophet, and I needed to renounce it.

In around 1990, I went to the Bahamas. My dad and I took his boat over. We went to Harbour Island, which is just off Eleuthera.

My mother never liked the boat, but she showed up for a time. She flew back to Miami on her own.

The airport at Eleuthera is a few miles away from Harbour Island. You have to take a water taxi to get there. I went with my mother and helped her with her luggage and so on. Then I left.

When my mother and I were reunited, she had a strange story to tell me. Before I left the airport, I saw a female janitor. She was an older lady with a rag wrapped around her head. She was mopping and so on. After I left, she approached my mother. She said, “Where’s Stephen?” My mother didn’t know what to say. She told her I was gone. The lady said, “Stephen is a good boy.” Then she went back to cleaning.

Obviously, the cleaning lady at North Eleuthera Airport did not know me or my mother.

God says things to me from time to time, and a couple of years ago, he gave me this: “I am not the good boy.”

I never put these things together until today. God told me the opposite of what the cleaning lady told my mother.

Today I renounced what the cleaning lady said. I used to have a vague idea that maybe her words meant something. Maybe they meant I would be used by God. For all I knew, she was a Spirit-led Christian. Now I know better. God doesn’t tell people they’re good, because they are not. He may say he is pleased with you, but he will never say you’re a good person or that he is proud of you. He’s not even proud of himself. When he praised Jesus, he didn’t say he was proud. He said he was pleased.

Bahamians practice obeah, which is voodoo. Like all voodoo, it comes from Africa.

I don’t know what the cleaning lady was into, but it looks like she had a spirit of divination, and these spirits always cause problems. They never willingly do anything that will help people. Even when their messages seem helpful, they come from white-hot hate and sadism, and they are designed to do damage.

It’s funny, but even though the Bahamas are full of witchcraft, Christianity is also big there. They’re more open about it than we are. We hide our Christianity in America, because we want to be cool, and because we have a pathological fear of promoting Christianity in public forums. It’s like we think it’s a crime, like housing discrimination.

I just Googled to learn about Bahamian witchcraft, and I found a neat article in The Freeport News. This is a major newspaper. The title of the article: “Is your relationship bound by witchcraft?”

I suppose people who are very used to seeing the supernatural at work through witchcraft are less likely to be ashamed of their beliefs when they become Christians. It’s too bad Americans don’t have that mindset. We’re very ashamed of Jesus. In the Bahamas, a city’s main newspapers can have a column by a serious minister of the gospel. In America, printing such a column would provoke the same reaction as publishing articles promoting Nazism.

In other news, I just found out I have more things to get rid of. I have two flamenco CD’s by a prominent artist I will not name. I don’t want people to run out and buy his music because I praised his talent. He’s very, very good. I had been under the impression that his work had no supernatural significance, but I just learned that he is considered a New Age artist.

As I have pointed out before, “New Age” is Hinduism, which isn’t “new” at all. It’s demon worship. There is more to it than Hinduism, but Hinduism is a big part of it.

Satan loves to repackage his moldy, infected crap and tell us it’s new.

More CD’s for the dump. I can’t have this excrement around me. Anything that opens the wrong doors has to go.

I haven’t gone through my jazz albums yet, but I think some of them need to go. Nina Simone was not a good influence for anyone. Neither was Miles Davis. John Coltrane was a mystic who blended things like Buddhism and Hinduism, and he apparently had a demonic revelation that gave him the entire theme and structure of the album A Love Supreme instantaneously. That album was dedicated to his eclectic false religion.

Whatever. Small sacrifices to make, in exchange for a better relationship with God.

It’s astounding, how so many poisonous things in my life escaped my notice. Supernatural blindness is really something.