Table of Contents:
- Curse of the Tattle Tale
- Wingless Flying Serpents
- Sneak Attacks from the Apple Tree
- A Tale of Three Timelines
- In Satan’s Grip; It’s a Heart Thing
- Nephilim Pride
- The Unholy Kingship
Curse of the Tattle Tale
19 March 2023
“Anthea of the Pappa” is a female from the East Coast of the United States of America. She’s married with eight children, a housewife, homeschooler and loves Jesus very much. She’s a busy woman! She talks to me about being frustrated and needing time to herself. She asks my advice on an upcoming event. I don’t know, but I tell her, “We can ask Jesus and see what He says, if you’re interested?” She is, we do, and the word “Jealousy” comes to mind instead of the answer we’re looking for. This petitioning of Jesus takes a hard right at this point and we find a witch who’s planted a spirit of premature death, a demon who steals her “stars,” and Jesus tells us, “She’s broken. But we can fix it.”
Anthea sees a screen, like what’s in an old tube television, and the screen is “staticky.” This screen is where she will receive visions, but it’s blocked. We must dig deeper to clear the blockage and open her “screen” so Jesus can show her what He wants to show her. Anthea has given her husband a freedom of movement most men would pay money for. He’s allowed to work freely and Anthea carries most of the burden of the household. The word “Jealousy” comes up, she has to repent for jealousy and Jesus instructs her to tell her husband. I believe now, Jesus might answer her question, but she begins to feel nauseous and I ask, “Human or Demon?” The spirit answers, “Human.”
The human spirit’s a witch, named “Barnaros” and owned the home daycare Anthea’s mother put her in when she was around 7 or 8 years of age. Anthea sees her and her friend, “Nike” at the daycare, playing and laughing at Barnaros. I ask what she does in Anthea and Barnaros answers, “I punish her.” Anthea is shown that her and Nike would go and “tattle” on each other. Barnaros would get angry and swat the one being tattled on with a fly swatter. “It didn’t hurt” Anthea tells me, “We would laugh and then the other would tattle to get the other swatted. The witch is hiding behind the Curse of the Tattle Tale. I ask, “What’s the curse [Barnaros]?” and Anthea sees “Death.” “What?” I assert. “The witch put a Curse of Death on two eight-year-old kids for being kids?” I address Anthea. Then Anthea understands, “She killed Nike! He died in a car accident after high school.” I’m livid at this witch and Anthea describes, “We provoked [the witch]. We made her job harder.” Anthea forgives Barnaros, repents and renounces the Curse of the Tattle Tale. I break this curse, also the Curse of Death and replace it with Life. I release angles to arrest this human spirit and take her to the feet of Jesus. She’s gone and Anthea is lighter.
I ask, “What do we do next Jesus?” He answers, “Sing.” He wants to be worshipped. Approaching with a question has turned into a deliverance session. He will receive worship. We decide to sing, because of a lack of equipment. We only know “This Little Light of Mine,” sing it, but only know one verse. We’re laughing and apologize to Jesus, saying, “We’ll learn more songs” to which He replies with humor, “That’s good.” I ask Jesus, “Can we send a repair angel to fix the TV?” because I want Him to take her into a vision. He says “No” and she receives the song “Lead Me to the Cross.” We play it on my cell phone and He receives the worship He deserves. During and after the song she sees dark, black night with millions of tiny stars. She’s amazed that her eyes are open, but all she can see is this image.
Suddenly the stars are gone and she asks, “Why did it get so dark? [pause] It’s broken.” “What’s broken,” I ask. Jesus says, “She’s broken. We can fix it.” Anthea asks, “Did I do it?” and hears “Yes….and no.” I ask Jesus, “Can we turn the lights back on? Wait. Who’s in there?” One responds, “I took your stars.” Me, “Human or Demon?” Him, “Demon.” Me, “What are you doing in there?” Him, I lie to her.” Me, “Lie about what?” Him, “Who she is.” Me, “When?” Him, “She was little.” Me, “What was she doing?” Him, “She was hiding from the bad guy.” What’s your name,” I insist. “Trauma” he responds.
Anthea was little, her mother and her boyfriend, “Nobleman,” had gotten into a terrible fight. “[Nobleman] almost killed my mother that night,” Anthea tells me. “My mother sent my brother and me into our bedroom and told us to lock the door while we hid. We were so scared.” There’s no curse here. We take care of business, but he’s still there. Trauma tells me, “There’s more!” “What?” I interrogate. “Fear” he informs. I set Trauma on fire, he tells me there’s a Curse of The Generations, through the mother, grandmother and her grandfather. I ask, “Was a deal made?” He responds, “Yes, No, Yes,” etc. He’s playing and I stick a spear through his chest. “Who’s your boss?” I ask and he gives up Leviathan. I break the Curse of The Generations, but Trauma’s still there. “What else?” I demand and Anthea hears, “Daddy.”
Anthea’s father died when she was ten years old. Trauma’s legal right to this position in her life is that she didn’t go to Jesus because of the pain of her loss. Jesus wants us to come to Him for everything. He is the healer of our lives. The reader may be thinking, “But she was only ten.” The law is the law and by not going to Jesus – whether she knew Him or not is irrelevant – she gives authority of her problem to Trauma. We cannot fix things on our own. She doesn’t invite Jesus to comfort her and Trauma is more than happy to step-in to steal, kill and destroy. Jesus gives her a list of other times she doesn’t petition Him for help, she repents for all these things and I break the Curse of the Pappa.
Trauma says “GOODBYE!” and he’s gone. I clean-up the night’s work, I call back everything that’s been stolen by the enemy and she says, “My stars are back.” Wow! We are finished…for now. We never even get to the original question [lol]. Jesus had other plans for tonight. We will get the answers she needs. Next time we deal with Leviathan.
20 March 2023
This morning’s wonderful report. God is so good!
Wingless Flying Serpents
29 March 2023
This is my second meeting with Anthea and I know, going into this, she still has outstanding questions in the queue for Jesus. Last time Jesus shows her, her “TV” is broke. This “TV” is symbolic of deep healing. This healing takes place when Jesus pulls one’s spirit up into Heaven and He begins to deal with the individual on another level. He’s said, “She’s broke,” she doesn’t like to hear this, but He comforts that “We can fix it.” We worship God through a song of her choice, I break the Curse of the 1st Union, we take care of legal work in the courtroom of heaven and Leviathan frustrates Jesus’ vision.
I ask, “Jesus, are you here?” and He simply responds, “Yes.” I ask if there’s anything we can do for Him and He replies, “Pray.” He wants Anthea to speak to Him, one-on-one, with her heart. She moves into an area of thanksgiving ending with the “Stars” she loves so much. She tells me, “I asked Him if I could see my stars. Now I can see all my stars,” but shortly after this moment, something is trying to come through the stars. Something dark, and she sees the broken television screen (TV) again. I ask and she explains, “It’s like one of those old real-to-real movies, at the end [when the film comes off the real].” She continues, “I can see people: one was like my father and the other is like an Asian dude.”
I ask Jesus, “How can we fix the television screen?” He responds as He does last time, “She’s broken” and she hears “Divorce.” Anthea is currently on her second marriage. Her first was just out of high school; her high school sweetheart, but they “Handed the marriage over to Satan” with sexual impropriety. I ask Jesus, “Is there a curse?” He responds, “Yes.” She has to repent for multiple things, but mostly for not going to Jesus for help in this situation. She releases her ex-husband, forgives him and I break the Curse of the 1st Union. I ask Jesus, “Is there a demon behind this curse?” He answers, “No.” The law of God had a charge against her in the courtroom of heaven. It needed to be taken care of lawfully and officially. Our past doesn’t go away because we change the way we live, as a speeding ticket doesn’t disappear because one stops speeding.
She’s free of that charge against her and I ask Jesus, “Can we ask an angel to come down and fix her TV yet?” “No.” He replies, so I ask, “There’s more work?” “A little bit” I feel sarcasm is implied and Jesus laughs. “Where do we start?” I inquire and Jesus gives her the name “The Cure.” The Cure is the relationship she has after the 1st Union, to which she has her first child. “I have to forgive him and release everything back to him” Anthea tells me. Jesus tells me [Troy] there’s no curse and no demon, but legal spiritual work which must be taken care of through forgiveness and restoration. We take care of that business and everything goes silent. I [Troy] understand, “He’s angry at you [Anthea].” I ask Him directly and He says, “Yes.” I ask if she can gain access to the throne, “or do You want me [to act as intercessor]?” He says, “[Troy].” His words come into my head, easy and He gives her the story of the seven churches in Revelation. I tell her, “Jesus had something good to say about all His churches but one, but in all of them He found something He didn’t like” and I ask Him “What is it you have against her?” His reply, “Lukewarmness.”
“How do we fix it?” I ask Jesus. He tells her to “Pray.” I hear more and tell Anthea to “Ask Him to fix your heart. You’ve lost your first love” and I ask Jesus, “Can you set her heart on fire again?” She is praying for forgiveness, her TV screen is getting brighter, and she sees the word, “Satisfied.” I ask, “How else can we make things right with you?” and He tells her to “Worship.” I ask about another song and He tells us to “Be still.” We do and in about thirty seconds or so she tells me, “I think I’m looking into a kaleidoscope or something. It’s clearer than the TV, but harder to make things out. I see the face of a lion. A [lion] cub.” As it spins, she’s seeing a mannish face, “More like artwork than a real man” she says. “I see darkness, with lights, trying to break through.” I ask Jesus, “Is something in the way?” He answers “Yes,” I ask, “What is it?” and He says, “Leviathan.”
I ask permission to go after this demon. Jesus doesn’t respond, but I know He’s giving me authority. “What are you doing in there?” I ask. He answers, “Nothing” so I set him on fire. Me, “When did you come in?” Him, “When she was little.” Me, “Be more specific!” He responds, “There was chaos.” “What’s your legal right?” I insist. He tells me “She’s my right.” She doesn’t remember making a deal, so I ask him for the deal she made. He admits to a deal, but he won’t give it up. I put a spear through his chest and demand the date he came in. Nothing.
I ask and Leviathan admits that he’s a flying serpent, with wings. I ask, “You can’t fly without those wings, right?” “No.” he responds. I pull off his wings and set him on fire again and Anthea feels the heat in her body. She’s getting uncomfortable, but Leviathan won’t give me the information I need to get him out. All the Kingdom of Darkness knows is torture and suffering. Jesus is standing beside me as I do this work.
“You want the fire out?” I ask Leviathan. “Yes” he responds and I add, “Then give me the deal you made.” He tells me, “She doesn’t remember” and I know he’s stolen her memories and put them in a “safe place.” I pray over her head, open her mind and plunder this strongman’s stolen goods. Leviathan says, “She’s scared.” I ask, “Of whom?” He answers, “Of me.” I ask, “Did you come to scare her in a dream?” and the deal comes back to Anthea’s mind! I’m getting restless with Leviathan and Jesus tells me, “Be patient.” Leviathan then admits, “I stab her” in her dreams.
Anthea interrupts, “I have the dream!” She was 10 or 11, it’s recurring, she’s outside an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting with the other kids waiting for their parents and lined up like soldiers [like the recipients of a firing squad]. “I was scared. I wasn’t allowed to flinch. A man walked around all us kids. He pierced us and cut our backs open into the piercing.” It always ends with her running from him. I turn back to Leviathan, “What’s the deal!” “She’s mine,” he argues. I break all his teeth with an iron rod and he retorts, “She’s supposed to fight for me!” He wants to use her to cause disagreements with others and discord between loved ones, but “She was strong” he tells me. I cut off his tail and demand, “Give me the deal.” “She was little” he says and I get it. The deal is, she fights for Leviathan. I confirm, he agrees, and I ask, “Did you take her spirit out her body to fight for you?” He tells me, “No. She [always] ran.”
Anthea begins to complain about the heat she’s feeling inside her body. She asks forgiveness for not going to Jesus and making such a silly deal. I break the Curse of the Little Fighter and she feels the heat dissipate in her body. “It’s getting colder” she tells me. “I can breathe better” she informs. “Jesus,” I ask, “Is he gone?” Jesus confirms, I clean-up the day’s work. We’re going to get that TV working and Jesus will begin to go deep inside her being and heal areas she never knew were affected. I can’t wait!
Sneak Attacks from the Apple Tree
9 October 2023
It’s been almost seven months since speaking to Anthea last. I’ve known Jesus still wants to work in her. He tells me, back in March 2023, “She’s broken, but we can fix it.” I can’t explain in this writing, but this opportunity is a sneak attack; she has no idea we’re going to pray tonight, believing our meeting is for something else. I always worship The King, so we do with a song of her choice. We begin talking about the issues that bring us together and I sneaky attack, “Jesus, can we free your daughter up a little tonight?” He answers, “Sure,” she’s on to us and I ask Jesus, “Where do You want to go tonight?” I test the Spirit, He tells me, “I Am He” and Anthea the same. She doesn’t know it yet, but Jesus is going to repair the hurt and rejection she’s experienced in the apple tree. Beelzebub shows up and tells me, “She invited me,” we destroy his hold and fix her brokenness.
When I ask Jesus, “What do we do,” He replies, “She knows” and she tells me, “There’s something trapped in the ceiling.” Jesus tells us the function is “Rejection,” I call it out and we’re in business. Anthea of the Pappa needed a push to get this thing started. I know he’s in there, so I reach in and grab the one behind Rejection, squeeze and ask, “How did you get in there?” The One behind Rejection avoids the direct question and replies, “I’m stuck in the ceiling.” I echo my question, “How did you get in there?” “He claims, “God put me in here.” I challenge, “That’s a lie” and he recovers, “She put me in here!” “How” I demand and he replies, “She invited me.” I ask when and he tells us, “She was little.” I insist, “You tricked her, didn’t you? What trauma did you ride in on?” We go around for a while. I ask, “Who rejected her” to which, he replies, “Who hasn’t?” I tell him he will “find no comfort here” and demand his name. He answers, Beelzebub. I feel it and ask, “Was it because of her mother?” Beelzebub answers, “Yes. She accepted me when her mother forgot her in the apple tree.”
I ask Anthea, “Is this true?” She tells me, “I was at my grandmother’s house. My mother was supposed to pick me up to take me to a friend’s birthday party. She forgot all about me. I remember, I climbed into my grandmother’s apple tree, waiting, looking down the road for her to show-up all afternoon, but she never came. When she finally got there, I told her I was waiting, but she acted like she didn’t care.” Anthea adds, “I was only seven years old.” I turn to Beelzebub and demand, “What did you offer her?” He responds, “Comfort.” I ask, “What’s the deal you agreed to” and he replies, “Fed.” I try and get that information, but she doesn’t remember and he’s not budging.
I will divert my story for a moment to make a point, and then, pick back up. Everything God creates, or is created, eats. The knowledge of good and evil comes in the form of a fruit. The Lord and two angels eat bread cakes and a calf with Abraham at the Oaks of Mamre. Lot feeds two angels a feast with unleavened bread who visit him in Sodom. Mana is angel’s food. When His children are reunited with Him in Heaven, we will have a Marriage supper with the Lamb and so on and so on. But that’s just one side of the story. The Kingdom of Darkness needs to eat also, but they have a problem. Hell is devoid of God’s blessings; therefore, there’s no food or water there, let alone happiness, peace, etc. The beings in Hell must look elsewhere for sustenance; they will eat other things, but they like us! In the story of Tommy Guns, Tommy was being astral projected, out of his body, during the night, while he slept to a realm to harvest food, as a slave, for the demon who enslaved him. I believe the food Tommy was harvesting was human. Satanism has the connotation of cannibalism. This is why their religion, at its highest functioning, eats people and drink their blood, murder the innocent (babies) and sacrifice to their gods. Jesus loves the little children; Satan eats the little children. We are the fruits of their labor, many of us do it willingly and with this point, I will continue to our deliverance.
Who knows how many humans Beelzebub’s attached himself to; but in Anthea’s case, he feeds on her torment, specifically keeping her wrapped-up in rejection, shame and hurt. This sucker promises a seven-year-old comfort and gives her a life filled with pain. Liar! She’s currently forty-six years old. I can’t get out of Beelzebub what “Fed” is, so I go to Jesus, “Can she break this deal, on her own [without the details]?” He says, “Yes,” so we break the Curse of Comfort. I ask Jesus, “Are You satisfied, sir?” He says, “Yes, but there’s a deeper issue?” I yell into that house, “Beelzebub, you still in there?” “Yes,” he answers. I probe and he’s come in through her mother’s bloodline, “Five generations” prior, he tells me. I ask the entry point, he doesn’t answer and Jesus tells me, “Break it!”
I tell Anthea to forgive her ancestors on the mother’s side, back five generations, for the deals they made to sell-out their successive generations. She does and I break the Curse of the Mothers. I destroy all Beelzebub’s witchcraft, curses and destroy his altar and throne. I yell in there, “You still there, Beelzebub” and Jesus confirms “He’s gone.” I begin to clean the area of operation and replace Beelzebub’s altar with an altar for her and Jesus to meet at. I ask Jesus, “What kind of altar do You want me to put there, Sir?” He says, “Hope has a Name,” so I replace Beelzebub’s altar of false comfort with a delicate, but strong altar, for Anthea to run to and meet her King every time she’s feeling rejected, shamed or hurt. I ask Jesus, “You want it to be gold Sir?” He replies with one word, “Silver,” so I bring in the light of Jesus and lower His new altar into that house. She will go to this altar to find Hope, because Hope has a Name.
I ask Jesus, “What else can we fix while we’re still in here Sir? You told me a long time ago, ‘She’s broken, but we can fix her.’ Can we fix her brokenness?” Anthea hears the word, “Fortify” and I ask, “What are we fortifying, Jesus?” He answers, “Her walls” and I conclude, “Like Nehemiah?” Anthea sees “a castle” and “a spirit.” I don’t know what this means. I ask and Jesus tells us, “Figurative and literal. Fortify the castle by preparing the spirit for battle.” I ask “How?” He tells me, “Angels” and I ask, “Do I release them or You?” Jesus tells me, “Call them,” I do and they fortify her castle walls, supernaturally.
The work is done for the day, but I think about her children and ask Jesus, “Will Beelzebub’s work transfer to the children?” He tells me, “Yes, break it.” I do the same as her and put little altars in their beings for when they grow up. I ask the Holy Spirit to train them how to use the altars for when the time comes and I’m given confirmation. The sneak attack is successful. Anthea of the Pappa gets freed from the hooks of Beelzebub and the children will never experience the rejection she’s felt in her life; at least, not because of the apple tree.
A Tale of Three Timelines
24 November 2023
It’s been a while. We both know there’s work to be done, but schedules and families have suppressed our ability to get together for the purpose of The Work. Anthea has a death in the family and has to rescue one of her relatives from drug abuse. She’s a hero to most around her but denies herself deliverance and healing. Self admittedly, “Comparing between Mary and Martha, I’m the Martha.” We do the prayer work necessary for today, we worship to a song of her choice and invite Jesus in to have His way. I Test the Spirit, He’s here and we get to work. Jesus tells me to take her to her childhood. We travel over three Timelines, burn down a room of witchcraft and deal with one who’s holding her memories hostage.
I ask Jesus to bring up whatever He wants us to deal with first, but there’s no response. I change my line of questioning and ask, “Where do You want to go today, Jesus?” and He responds, “Take her to her childhood.” We jump right into it today and I ask Jesus, “Into a timeline?” He answers, “Yes” and I ask, “What timeline?” He responds, “Eighth Grade.” I confirm with Anthea, she’s 13/14 in Eighth Grade, He wants to deal with a problem on this timeline and I ask Jesus “What are we looking for, Sir?” He responds bluntly and directly, “Trauma.”
Allow me to interject that I’ve been praying that Jesus would teach me more about both His and Evil Timelines. At the same time, Jesus has been moving me into an area of self-sufficiency; not that what’s been happening is insufficient – I can do nothing on my own – but I’m growing and He’s training me for the things to come, which also include Speed & Efficiency. So, needless to say, all these things are coming together at the same time. It’s a lot for me, but we press on.
We’re there, but she can’t see anything. I ask Jesus to open Anthea’s eyes, but nothing happens and I’m [spiritually] blind. He’s not allowing me to see anything either. I begin to feel like He’s giving me “Her brother. Her mother,” but she still can’t see anything. I’m relying on the “old way” of doing things, where He uses everyone involved, but that’s not what He has planned today. I begin to receive words, “Popcorn, movies” and I think I hear “boyfriend,” but He allows her to hear and she corrects me, “Best friend” and she realizes, “It was in Eighth Grade that I was first exposed to pornography.”
“I was with my best friend,” she narrates, “staying at her house, in the den and she showed me a porn movie in her father’s VCR.” I call into that house, looking for an answer, through her, like I usually do, “What came in when she watched the porn?” She hears nothing. I ask, “Can you show her the vision Jesus?” Still, nothing. He’s neither speaking to me, nor is He allowing the evil spirits to speak to me through her. I feel as if I should just reach into her house and grab the spirit. I do and demand if this spirit is human or demon. Jesus tells me, “You got him” and reminds me of Speed & Efficiency. I don’t worry about what, when, how and why today. Those answers all interest me in this work, we learn a lot about the family’s bloodline and history and it makes for great storylines, but Speed & Efficiency doesn’t allow for these things and they’re not really necessary anyway. Really, I just love the fight and figuring out the mysteries for me and the people I work with (most are interested). Either way, He’s told me, “Where I’m taking you, you will need to work quick. It’s dangerous. No questions.” So, this is training, I waste no time and Jesus tells me, “Memories.”
I instruct her, “Ask forgiveness.” She does. I ask Jesus, He replies, “Generational.” I break the generational Curse of The Friend’s Father’s Porn, remove the demon’s hooks from her, cut his throat, destroy assignments and wrap him and his subordinates in a ball and throw them into the pit of Hell to burn. I ask Jesus if the demon’s gone out of that place, to which He answers, “Yes.” I torch the place with fire from the Throne Room of God, blow out the debris, power wash with the Blood of Jesus, spit shine the place and build Anthea and Jesus an Alter to meet at. I tell her, “Pornography is perversion. If you get any perverted thoughts, go to this altar and call on Jesus’ Name.” Jesus allows me to name the altar, “Holiness,” because holiness is the opposite of perversion. I lay this work at His feet and Anthea says, “This is also the year I gave my life to Christ.” I ask, “Did she activate this [generational] curse [already living inside her] by watching the porn?” He confirms, “Yes” and we move on.
I ask Jesus, “Another Timeline Sir?” Jesus nonchalantly answers, “How about twelve years old?” Anthea has a hard time remembering this Timeline, “Something seems missing,” she says, “or out of line.” I hear “Memories” again and ask her to rattle off what comes to mind. She says, “Dad died in 1989. I was ten, turning eleven and in Fifth Grade” but she can’t remember and I ask Jesus, “Is something holding her memories hostage.” No answer and she recognizes a “Gap in the Timeline,” and figures this to be the time her mother and her boyfriend break up. I ask Jesus, “What happened to cause the trauma and suppressed these memories?” He doesn’t answer me. He wants me to figure this one out on my own (training). He does, however, tell me it’s okay to grab her hand and take her to the twelve-year-old Timeline. I do, tell her to tell me if she sees anything in the spirit. She doesn’t, but I do. I narrate to her, “There was a fire. Down the street. Neighbors. I’m hearing your ‘Grandmother’” and I ask Jesus, “What am I looking for?” He answers, “Trauma.” I call into that house and demand, “Who’s holding the memories hostage? What’s your legal right?” and one speaks to me.
The One behind the memories tells me, “I hold them hostage for my kingdom’s sake. A tradeoff. I hold memories [in exchange] for Love,” but, his love’s a false love and all demons are liars. I confirm with my Boss, “Am I way out in left field here, or am I on the right path.” My Boss assures me, “You’re on the right path” so I ask Him, “What’s the false love?” He answers, “Sexual perversion.” This is the same being as who’s on the first Timeline; this is his second attachment, the second curse. Speed & Efficiency, I break The Curse of False Love, pull him out and send him to Hell. I ask, “Jesus, are You satisfied?” He says “Yes,” I clean the area and offer to build them an altar. He suggests, “Brazen,” I name it “True Love” in exchange for false love and I release the stolen memories back to her person – I rob the Strongman and ask Jesus, “Off to another Timeline?” To which, He agrees happily, “Off to another Timeline.” I ask Jesus, “Where are we going Sir?” He replies, “To the bar.” I reach in [the spirit], grab Anthea’s hand and take her to the Timeline of the Bar.
“My mother worked many bars,” she tells me, but I [Troy] only see two. I describe what I’m seeing, “I see one, like that bar in the show Cheers. The other is just a flat bar, like against the wall, long and with a mirror behind it.” She recognizes both bars and tells me the names, “The Hilltop is the bar lined against the wall and The Wesley House is the ‘Cheer’s’ type bar. At the Hilltop I would go in early with my mother. Me and my brother would wrap silverware and then stay over the bar in the boss’s apartment while she worked.” I’m looking for trauma and ask, “Where was the owner,” but she doesn’t remember anyone being upstairs with them while their mother worked. I ask Jesus, “What happened at this bar?” He responds, “Trauma and fear.” Anthea then remembers how she was “Scared of being alone” while her mother worked. “I was afraid of that kitchen area, not the apartment” she tells me and I ask Jesus if something happens in the kitchen area. No answer from The Boss, but Anthea remembers, “We had to go through the kitchen area to get to the stairs to go to the apartment.” She sees for the first time, “I see the kitchen and a great big pot sitting on the stove but no people.” I ask Jesus what being is behind the kitchen memory. He says, “Witchcraft” and I’m thinking, “What’s in that pot?” I tell her to smell what’s in the pot and her spiritual sense of smell opens up. She tells me, “I smell chicken noodle soup.” Amazing.
She continues, “The counters are clean.” I’m investigating for trauma, “Do you see a list of ingredients, a recipe?” Her, “No.” Me, “Who’s cooking the soup?’ Her, “No one’s there.” I begin to rattle off questions, “Is the witchcraft being done remotely?” “Did she eat (belief/faith) of the witchcraft of the kitchen?” I see a drop of blood [in the spirit] and ask, “What does her blood have to do with it?” and more. Jesus doesn’t answer any of the questions, only allows me to ask everything I can think of and tells me, “Speed & Efficiency.” I forgot. I fell into the habits of yesterday. Old habits are hard to break; old dog new tricks, you know what I mean. The witchcraft over this kitchen is responsible for her trauma and fear so, I ask Him if I can break the witchcraft over the kitchen and be done with it. He concurs, this is a good idea, so I toss the pot off the stove, onto the floor, pour gasoline over the kitchen and burn the place down while cancelling all witchcraft and curses. Sometimes I can be such a Neanderthal; hardheaded, but I’m his hardhead and He’s a patient Father and Teacher.
What now Sir?” I ask. He wants me to clean up her spiritual areas. I grab a fire extinguisher from the Hallways of Heaven and put out the fire, power wash the area with the Blood of Jesus Christ as the debris goes down a drain in the center of the floor. I take my sword and cut away all ties to this memory, destroy the fear and set her free. I ask my King, “Are you satisfied?” He says, “Yes” and I know to build a dam for the memories we set free earlier. He doesn’t want all the memories to flood her at the same time, so I design and construct the dam. Set Him as Chief Operator of the flow of memories through the dam. In the future, He will release whatever memories He wants her/us to deal with and we will work on those accordingly, individually. He always knows what’s best for us.
In Satan’s Grip; It’s a Heart Thing
4 January 2024
Anthea of the Papa and I haven’t prayed together since November, last year, and as soon as we begin talking (In person, I work with Anthea locally) she sees a vision, “As I look at you, I’m seeing something. This vision started earlier today and now it’s back.” I do the necessary work to prepare us for Jesus’ journey today, we worship The Lord God Almighty with Hillsong’s Another in the Fire and I invite the Holy Spirit in to navigate our experience. He responds, “I Am He,” I test the Spirit and He responds, “I Am He, sent by the Great I Am.” Today, Jesus shows her a black box, in Hell, Satan’s got her heart and a Nephilim spirit takes partial control of her body.
About a month prior to this event, Anthea’s asking Jesus to break her heart for Him. He does and the world changes. The Lord God pulls a dark veil back from over her and she sees in a light she’s never viewed the world through before. She recognizes, “I’ve put everything before Him; [my husband], even my children, even their homeschooling” and her heart is broken. She also tells me, “I feel extreme jealousy for [my husband]. I’ve never felt like this before. All I want to do is be with [him], like an overwhelming love. I don’t understand it.” Jesus tells me The Father is jealous for her and wants her to feel how He feels, so He gives her this feeling of jealousy for the one she loves more than Him, so she will see how He feels. Amazing. He wants to be first. He deserves it, but now He’s closing the veil back over her and she doesn’t want to lose this territory, which leads her to our prayer time today.
In the vision, she describes to me how “I see, like a black box. Demons are all around it, like, it’s in Hell. They’re trying to get close to it so they can open it, but they can’t.” Anthea asks Jesus, “What’s in the box?” He doesn’t answer, but tells us to simply, “Pray.” I don’t know what this means at first, concentrate for a minute and realize, something’s here with us. I reach into her being, grab the one lurking in the spirit and place him in the position of attention in front of my spirit and demand him to identify himself. His name is Billy and he’s a dead human spirit. I try to isolate who he is, but he’s playing with us, telling us he’s “Billy Hillbilly.” I announce my rescue mission, cause I’m not wasting time with this stupid human spirit if all he wants to do is play. Billy The Hillbilly says, “I know, I know, I know!” and wants out of that kingdom. I invite Jesus into him and Jesus saves him.
There’s always a demon operating behind the power of the human spirit. I reach in and snatch this demon, spear him to the floor and set him on fire. He doesn’t play as The Hillbilly does and spurts out, “I’ve been here a long time.” He’s generational, comes in through her father’s ancestors and tells me his name is Harris. Harris tells me he’s claimed this bloodline for “six to seven generations” and claims to come in through a “sexual and perverse ritual.” The contract is for “Longevity of life.” Anthea forgives the ancestors for making the deal to sell out their future children and asks forgiveness for her part in the curse. I break the Curse of Longevity, ask Jesus if He’s satisfied and He responds, “No.” She has to rebuke the demon, does, He’s satisfied and I send Harris to Hell. I call into that house for any human spirits formerly employed by The Harris. Anthea hears one, I net him and deliver him to the feet of Jesus. I move to clean up this area, Jesus tells me, “Not yet” and she tells me, “Something’s grabbing my heart.”
I can see Anthea’s in distress, so I jump up and run to her side. She’s in pain. I call up the one grabbing her heart and she tells me, “I’m going [to pass] out.” I call down the Breath of Life and put it into her body and place my hand on her chest. I think she’s going to die, we’re both crying and I feel helpless. I grab this spirit, spear him to the floor and demand his name. He answers, “Satan!” Anthea tells me, “He’s trying to stop my heart from beating” and she’s in more pain. She can neither breathe nor focus, of which, both are paramount for this effort. I have to make her work as we struggle through the process. I find contracts were made through her ancestors and a deal is made specifically with The Satan. We work through Satan’s attacks, Jesus is “Satisfied,” I break the curse and send Satan to Hell, where He belongs; anywhere but here! I call into that house for any captive human spirits that may be formerly working under The Satan. Anthea hears a chorus of voices, “Like when a teacher takes attendance in a classroom. I hear [intermittent] ‘Me,’ ‘I,’ ‘Over here,’ ‘Me,’ etc.,” multiple voices speaking out individually without knowledge of each other. I net them all and send them to the feet of Jesus while Anthea’s still not in a good space.
The Satan’s gone. It was like a blur; it happened so fast, but after I rescue human spirits the next one comes right up. As the next comes up, she still has pain in her chest. It’s not gone and we realize this one also has a hold of her chest. I reach in, snatch this one and demand, “Human or demon?” Anthea hears, “Both.” I ask if it’s a Nephilim and she tells me, “As soon as you asked, I felt anger rise up inside me, like nothing I’ve felt before.” We begin working through the issue, but He’s reluctant and evasive.
I never get this Nephilim’s name, he’s very powerful and she tells me, “He wants to look at you” as I see her struggling not to turn to my face. I few seconds later, I witness him turning her head toward my face and forcing her eyes open. Her face contorts into his face and I see his anger. We’re caught in a stare-down. Look, I realize if this being were standing in front of me, in real life, he’d tear me apart, but that thought is contradictory to the Power of the Spirit of God who works in me and I’m not afraid. He wants to kill me and I want to kill him. I can see his hate for me in her face. We don’t get to work through anything: no curses broken, no sending to Hell, no cleaning out, etc., I just want him out! I’m staring back at him, through her eyes and command him to “Get out of her body.” As I read back what I’ve written, I realize this writing cannot describe what we’ve gone through; the trauma involved in dealing with these last two beings. He has to submit to Jesus’ authority in me and goes away, but the contract he’s working under is still valid.
5 January 2024
Tonight, Jesus goes to work on her spine. She hears that “Perverse” “Hatred” is damaging the spine and Jesus fixes it. This is not a formal deliverance session, but we discuss what happens the night before. Of course we include the Spirit of God and worship, but we’re more looking for answers than doing any work tonight. I ask Jesus what He wants to do. He tells me to write the experience (he wants me to document these things) and says, “We will do a little work.” Anthea says, “I feel like He wants to work on my spine. Anthea’s had a history of pain in her spine and tells me, “We took care of this when we prayed three of four times ago, but now there’s pain, weird pain and I feel major pressure at the base of my spine right now.” Jesus speaks to her, she feels, “perversion” and a memory comes to mind, “This is not an easy story to tell you, but after my first marriage ended, we decided to give the relationship another shot. I did something he didn’t approve of and he decided to punish me, sexually. I don’t know why, but I went along with it. It hurt, and I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but I let it happen anyway. I felt I deserved it. Neither one of us were living right.” She hears, “Hatred,” and tells me, “He had hatred in his heart and transferred it to me as punishment.”
I ask Jesus, “Can we fix it, Sir?” he responds, “Absolutely.” We do the work, send Perverse Hatred to Hell and clean up for the day.
8 January 2024
We know the Nephilim’s still at large and her heart is still hurting, so tonight’s akin to the discussion on 5 January 2024. I ask Jesus how the Nephilim got in Anthea. As soon as I begin praying, she gets a pain shooting from her left eye, back to her ear. I pray and Jesus takes it away. He tells us, “Generations. He’s not gone. I’m holding him back.” I ask, “Should we go back after him tonight or can we wait?” Jesus implies we shouldn’t wait for long, “I will hold him until tomorrow.”
Nephilim Pride
9 January 2024
As we start today, the Nephilim attacks Anthea’s alertness as she tells me, “I’m tired. I need to stand or I’ll go to sleep.” I’ve invited her daughter in to help today and our only mission is this stinking Nephilim. I do the necessary work, ask Jesus to prepare the battlefield, worship the Lord God Almighty and invite the Holy Spirit in to navigate. Like yesterday, as soon as I begin to pray, she gets attacked with pain from her left eye to her left ear. I pray it out and ask Jesus in a Davidic spirit, “Will you deliver this godless Philistine into my hands today?” Jesus responds, “I will. He’s yours” while the Nephilim’s holding a fist full of contracts, trying to stop her heart.
I ask Jesus what this Nephilim’s trying to do to her heart. Jesus replies, “Trying to stop it. Also trying to block it from receiving My gifts.” “Can I call him up, Sir,” I ask Jesus? He says “Yes,” so I reach in, grab this uncircumcised Philistine and squeeze the air out of his body. I don’t think the air went out his body, because the first thing she hears is the “F” word, followed by a diatribe of expletives. I set him on fire and he retorts, “I’m always on fire.” To say “He’s hard to deal with” doesn’t give this situation due justice. He comes in through both, the mother’s and father’s bloodline. We do the work, I break The Curse of Nephilim Pride, Jesus is satisfied, but the Nephilim has more legal rights to her bloodlines.
I ask Jesus, “Help. What else is he holding onto” and Jesus shows Anthea’s daughter the Nephilim, holding contracts. The daughter can see them so I unroll them in the spirit and tell her to “Read them and tell me what they say.” The daughter answers, “They say ‘Contracts for Souls.’” I ask, “Who’s souls?” She has a hard time saying it, but tells me, “There’s only one on the list. It’s her mother.” I go back and forth with the Nephilim, Jesus and the two ladies, but here’s the gist of the deal. Anthea’s mother made a deal with this Nephilim as a child. We never get the actual deal, but Jesus tells us “Child’s play” and I get the image that it was as simple as a paper fortune teller, that origami game kids play to answer questions. Almost innocent and naïve, but still witchcraft and, evidently, that’s all it takes.
The Nephilim’s not cooperating, Anthea’s still in a pain and Jesus is letting us work this thing out on our own; training, it’s how we learn! We struggle through and find out that Anthea’s mother has made a deal with the Nephilim for love. The daughter says, “I see that [my grandmother] gave her heart but went back on the deal. So the deal [defaults to the next generation, Anthea]. So, he has your soul, mommy.” This is not good and I’m trying to work quickly, no time for questions right now. Anthea’s mother broke her deal with the Nephilim, to never love another, when she fell in love with Anthea’s father. The deal’s broken and carries over to the next generation [blood]. This is why the Nephilim is holding onto Anthea’s heart, he’s claiming her love and wants to kill her if he can’t have it.
Anthea forgives her mother for selling her out to the Nephilim, asks forgiveness for her participation in the deal, renounces her love for the Nephilim and proclaims it for Jesus, only. I break The Curse of False Love, set the contracts in his hand on fire, sink a stone in the forehead of this monster, cut off his head with my Onyx Sword, do the necessary work and send him to Hell. I’m cleaning up this mess and ask Jesus what’s in the black box, the one from 4 January 2024. He tells us, “It’s full of contracts.” I ask, He says to destroy it so I send a stinger missile into hell to blow it up. At impact, Anthea says, “The black box was full of contracts attached to my family’s history. The demons were trying to get in the box, legal rights to my family and, when you blew it up, I saw them scatter. Now there’s a black, charred, burn spot on the ground where the box was. It’s gone.”
I ask Jesus, “What about her soul, Sir. If it wasn’t freed today, what would’ve happened to her?” What I’m asking is, “Would she have gone to Hell?” The Nephilim had her soul! Jesus doesn’t answer this question and it reminds me of something He’s told me in the past, “Salvation is very complex.” I don’t claim to know all the answers about Salvation and contracts with the Kingdom of Darkness, but I know who does and I know enough to want to lean on Him and not my own understanding. Amen.
The Unholy Kingship
11 June 2024
Anthea of the Pappa has a dream and, in the dream, she has memories of “Times of Unfaithfulness.” She believes these times are against her husband, but she hasn’t been unfaithful to him. She explains, “When I wake up and think about it, the thoughts I have in the dream are of other dream occurrences that may or may not have been true.” Her emotions have her feeling as if she’s been unfaithful to her husband and, physically, her body’s shaking. We worship the Lord God Almighty with a song of my choice, because she can barely think right now; she’s under attack. I do the necessary preliminary work with Jesus and invite the Holy Spirit to navigate our journey. Today, Jesus shows her “Times of Unfaithfulness,” I find a Fallen Angel, Nephilim partnership, and an Unholy Kingship in the bloodline.
I ask Jesus what He wants to do about this issue. He answers, “Let’s take care of them,” I test the spirit and Its Him. He tells me to grab the one behind the dreams, but to “Be careful.” This one is strong and powerful. My throat begins to burn as I grab and overwhelm him. This one’s a Fallen Angel. I ask Jesus what to do and He tells me, “I think it’s best you sweep this one.” I do and Jesus warns me, “He will only be gone for a while. You better work quickly.” Jesus tells me this one comes in through both Anthea’s parent’s bloodlines. His deal’s the same on both sides and I hear, “Blood for Protection.” I move to confirm this with Jesus and He says, “Yes. But that’s not all” and I feel there’s an Unholy Kingship in the bloodline. He tells me, “That’s another. There’s another piece” and I hear “Food” and Anthea sees slave workers, working on a field. When she mentions this to me I know, “Their harvesting food for a kingship, for Fallen Angels.” Jesus confirms and there’s three deals I need to break: (1) Blood for Protection, (2) the Unholy Kingship, and (3) Slave Harvesting for Fallen Angels.
I move to begin the extraction. We work through forgiveness on the bloodline and her personal responsibilities. I move to smash the curse and something else is there. Jesus says, “there’s another.” I ask, “A partner?” He responds, “Yes,” I test the spirit, it’s Jesus and I hear, “You mother f***er!” I reach in and grab him, throw him down on his back, pin him to the ground with my spear and torch him with fire from the Throne Room of God. This one’s a Nephilim, but I will not allow him to disrupt my process with this Fallen Angel, so I sweep him to Jesus’s feet. I’ll go back and finish my work with the first one, return and deal with this Nephilim.
I go back to the Fallen Angel, smash his curse, cut his cords and call down angels from heaven to cleanse the areas he affected during his stay. I seal the door he entered through, fill the empty space with the Holy Spirit and dredge the Pit of Hell from which this one stores his stolen goods. I pillage his storehouse of what he’s stolen from Anthea, as it relates to this curse, her ancestors and the Lord’s will and Jesus is “Satisfied.” I ask Jesus, “Can you heal her shakiness and the burning in my throat?” He does and we move on. Back to the Nephilim.
I pull the Nephilim back up and find this Nephilim’s come in through Anthea’s, father’s bloodline. I’m not dealing with the Nephilim, directly, anymore. Jesus still has him and is giving me the intelligence I need to break the deal. He tells me, “Her ancestors gave their daughters over to work in the temple.” I ask, “Temple prostitutes?” Jesus agrees, “Yes, and whatever else is required of them.” They’re slaves! I break the deal, clean up that house and set all things in order according to the will of Jesus. He’s satisfied and we’re finished, but something isn’t right.
A couple hours later, I find myself talking to Anthea again. We worship again, I test, Jesus is here and I say, “We left something undone in here, didn’t we?” He agrees, I ask permission, He extends and I reach in to grab the one I missed. He’s Fallen Angel, Jesus says, “Sweep,” I do but he will not go. I ask Jesus, “What did I do wrong, Sir?” I feel, “Nothing” and He says, “Bind him.” I do and Jesus says, “Now, sweep him.” I do, he’s gone and Jesus gives me the information, “He’s generational on the father’s bloodline. He traded Sex & Sacrifice for Territory, Land & Crops.” I do the work, she’s free and I separate the curse from her children. Jesus is “Satisfied” and we live to fight another day.
As far as this day is concerned, allow me to review and add some important information. This Nephilim had the spirits of both Anthea’s daughters. Her daughters are fine, physically, sitting in her home as she’s working with me, but their spirits are enslaved to this Nephilim in the spirit realm, used as prostitutes and whatever else he makes slaves do. Christians believe they’re “Bought by The Blood,” and this is true, but their spirits can still be enslaved to the Kingdom of Darkness in the spirit realm, just as the flesh was in the Old Testament. This is why we don’t fight in the flesh in this age, we fight against principalities, powers, and the rulers of darkness & spiritual wickedness in high places. They ruled on Earth in the OT, now they rule in the second heavens in the NT. Anthea’s “Times of Unfaithfulness” were against her husband, even though they were committed in the spirit. What’s worse, they were also committed against her Lord and Savior. Jesus is working in both realms to set mankind free, despite our own ignorance. The whole man has to be set free and, in regard to this, “Bought by The Blood” is a lie leaving most Christians not understanding their true captivity.
The Truth Project of Salisbury Md. 