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Odyssey in Atlanta: A Testimony – Anno.Domini.144K

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Odyssey in Atlanta: A Testimony

November 17, 2022 3:30 PM
Anno.Domini.144K

Recently, last May during a trip to Atlanta—which due to medical problems in transit went from being a day trip to a three-day odyssey with me blind in one eye—I learned very quickly and intensively about navigating by the Spirit of the Lord. I also experienced firsthand and in an unforgettable way how God the Father uses what the Evil One plans for evil and transforms it into an opportunity for good.

Shortly after dropping off my daughter for her departing flight at the Atlanta International Airport, as I entered downtown Atlanta’s five-lane highway, I began to experience what felt like the symptoms of a panic attack. I am in good health, my bloodwork normal in all ways, but for some reason I had been developing an infection in my right eye and it was interfering with my eyesight. Perhaps that was increasing my anxiety level, I wondered. I am also very sensitive to radar, and had just left an airport.

In addition, I’m easily affected by electromagnetic radiation, and Atlanta has the latest in 5G. My newer Honda truck, which has Bluetooth and countless other ways to interact with satellites, 5G cell towers, and other technology unknown to me, seems to enhance the effects of EMF. (Later when I bought a TriField EMF Meter TF2, I discovered using the Weighted Mag category on the meter that my own truck was pulsing massively off the chart and irradiating me. The Holy Spirit had been warning me in dreams for an entire year about that truck—a blue snake drawn in chalk on the concrete next to the truck, police crime scene tape around the truck, etc.—and I was so thick-headed I didn’t do anything about it. I was naïve, thinking, how can car manufacturers know about this dangerous radiation problem and keep selling cars that are going to damage people’s bodies? Maybe the problem isn’t really that bad and I’m just exaggerating it, I would rationalize. I don’t hear much about others getting mysterious “panic attacks” in certain vehicle models. I have since traded in my truck for another car that doesn’t pulse at all.)

So, on the highway in downtown Atlanta, my blood pressure continued to rise to the point where I knew it was not safe to drive—during these “panic attacks” (which have only ever taken place in that truck) my BP will rise as high as 200. I pulled over to the shoulder next to an exit ramp. Because of COVID, I keep a pulse oximeter in the truck, and I checked my pulse, which had risen to 120. It was a hot day, so I stayed inside the truck with the engine and the air conditioning on, but after a few minutes, my symptoms did not abate. Not one bit.

For some reason, I have always been sensitive to electronics, which can partially explain my reaction to my truck. I can’t walk into an Apple Store or a Best Buy without feeling ill after a few minutes. Sometimes, I’ll walk into a house with a stronger, military-grade router, and I will feel its effects immediately—in the thyroid area of my neck, the bridge of my nose, even the hairs on my head. Years ago, my Blackberry cell phone would heat up the silicon in my jawbone as I held the phone to my ear, so I got rid of it fast. Sometimes, when my body stood between a person’s computer and their wifi-connected printer, the printer wouldn’t print, but the moment I moved out of the way, the printer would work again. One employee in an electronics store laughed, calling me a “conductor.” Consequently, I’ve learned to keep my cell phone Wi-Fi setting off most of the time, and I turn off my router when I sleep. I’ve even installed special equipment in my house to reduce EMF and RF radiation, which has helped somewhat.

But when I’m driving in my truck, I’m completely exposed (save for the protection of Jesus) to whatever the Prince of the Air wants to throw at me. The Evil One is the Prince of the Air and a master of electronics, and over the years, I have realized that this is one means he uses to persecute me. A friend of mine cautioned me that my truck cab can act like a reverse “Faraday cage”—whatever toxic waves manage to make it inside the truck cab bounce endlessly around the interior and through my own body multiple times.

Languishing by the side of the highway in my truck, when I called 911, the police dispatcher connected me to a local EMS to send an ambulance. But the EMS dispatcher told me bad news—there were no ambulances available in my area of Atlanta for a while. All were out on calls on this early Sunday night. He told me to call back every 15 minutes to check if one could be made available. So as I sat alone in my truck, with the AC set to 55 degrees, sweating profusely, my BP at 200 and my pulse at 120, I realized only God could help me. I started to pray. As I recall this time and now write about it, I receive the following words in the spirit: THIS IS WHAT IT IS GOING TO BE LIKE IN THE FUTURE. THERE WILL BE NO AMBULANCES. ALL PEOPLE WILL HAVE IS ME.

My mind stopped functioning clearly, and when I called the EMS again, I struggled to find and say words properly. I was told no ambulance would be available for at least an hour. Worried that I would suffer a stroke or a heart attack, I kept praying. As I write, I again hear the Lord’s words, ALL PEOPLE WILL HAVE IS ME. Suddenly, an idea was downloaded into my brain—Call a tow truck. Yes! A tow truck might tow my truck to the parking lot of the nearest hospital Emergency Room and give me a ride. I made calls to Atlanta towing services. The first service I called couldn’t help me, but the second one agreed to come. The only way I made it to the Emergency Room of Atlanta’s Grady Memorial Hospital was by means of a tow truck. I thanked the Lord.

Once I made it through intake, I had no idea that it would take seven hours before I actually saw a doctor. As I now write about this, in the spirit I get the message, THERE WILL BE NO DOCTORS. When I finally saw a doctor, it wouldn’t be in a patient room, but in a hallway. But at least, a few hours after intake, a nurse took my blood to check kidney function, which was normal.

Waiting for so long in the ER, my eyesight getting worse from the infection in my right eye, I asked God to use me if He so chose to. I had nothing else I could do. Before long, I heard the Holy Spirit tell me to go up to the security guard and tell him that God loved his sister and was watching over her. So, I obeyed and talked to the security guard. He said, “That’s strange. Today is my sister’s birthday. Today she got married, and I couldn’t attend the wedding.” He thanked me. “I feel better about it now.” I thanked the Lord for using me.

When I was finally released from the Emergency Room at 2 AM, with a tiny tube of antibiotic ointment for my eye, my BP was still around 180. I couldn’t drive and the oily ointment made it very hard to see, so I took a cab to a hotel downtown. I got to sleep around 3 AM.

The next morning, my eyesight was so bad, that there was no way I could drive through two states to get to my home in North Carolina. I made phone calls to friends to see if it was possible for two people to come down and pick me up, driving my truck back. At breakfast, the Lord led me to a hotel employee, a Christian woman of God, who prayed with me. I told her that the Holy Spirit had told me, “ATLANTA WILL BURN.” She understood what I was talking about and responded that God had planted her in Atlanta, and she would stay until God told her to leave or took her home.

Needing to fill my prescription for antibiotic ointment, I embarked on a walk of several blocks through the heart of the Peachtree Center’s hotel and restaurant district downtown. Very weak and half-blind, I asked the Lord’s help to get me to the nearest pharmacy. On the way, a nice lady offered to guide me once she saw my noticeably red and swollen eye. The Holy Spirit prompted me to ask her, “Have you ever thought of leaving Atlanta and relocating to the country?” She responded, “Why yes, I was just thinking about that. For the longest time, I’ve wanted to have a small horse farm.” I told her, “Well, NOW IS THE TIME TO MAKE YOUR MOVE. DO NOT DELAY. SOON ATLANTA WILL BURN.” She thanked me and we parted ways.

After visiting the pharmacy, I settled in at a table at the Peachtree Center’s underground food court between the hotels and office buildings. Outside the Chick-fil-A, a homeless man approached me and asked me if I could help pay for one of the meals at Chick-fil-A. The man was skinny with curly red hair and he smelled awful, but I wasn’t afraid of him. I said yes, I would buy a meal for him, and I reached into my pocketbook for a few dollars. Then Holy Spirit prompted me to ask the man if he wanted a prayer as well as a meal. Suddenly, the man looked me straight in the eye and asked me, “Do YOU want a prayer?” Having been through a tough time myself, but nothing like what this man was going through, I said, “Yes! I would love a prayer.” Then this man reached out with his arm and placed his hand on my shoulder. He opened his mouth and said the most beautiful prayer I have ever heard come from a total stranger. His words were like warm sunlight and spoke right to my situation. This homeless man was born to be a preacher, and I was wonderfully surprised and touched by his prayer. I thanked him. Suddenly he looked me in the eye again and said, “DEAR ONE, AN EVIL ENTITY SAW YOUR PURITY AND SLICED YOUR THROAT IN THE SPIRITUAL. DON’T WORRY. YOU ARE GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.” I was stunned by the man’s words, but before I could respond, he suddenly grasped his belly and said he needed to run to the restroom. He ran away down the long, broad hallway. After he left, I realized I was still holding the dollars for his meal in my hand! He had never taken the money. I would not see him again. To this day, I still wonder, had a messenger angel taken the form of that homeless man, realistic smell and all, to bring understanding and comfort to me?

In the time that followed that same day, the Lord led me to the Atrium at the Hyatt Hotel, where I would in a divine encounter meet a believer from North Carolina who was attending a business conference in Atlanta. We prayed together and Holy Spirit had me deliver him some words of knowledge to prepare him and his family for the coming times. When I heard from my friends in North Carolina that they could not come and pick me up until the next day in the early afternoon, I realized God wanted me in Atlanta for one more day.

The Holy Spirit then guided me to check into a new hotel at the Peachtree Center. On the way, I saw an African American woman standing steadily and with conviction on the street corner with a large Bible open in her hands, doing nothing but reading the Bible in a loud voice so anyone within 30 feet could hear. She was like an angel there, purifying the street, connecting through the Word with the souls of people passing by. Once at my new hotel, I ministered and testified to a group of young interns at the front desk.

The following morning, I asked the Lord to connect me to any others that He wanted me to pray with, give words of knowledge to, or warn in Atlanta. He first led me to the hotel gift shop, where He told me to speak to the manager lady. She was an Ethiopian Christian and the Lord told me to warn her and tell her to BE READY TO LEAVE ATLANTA and GO INTO THE COUNTRYSIDE where she can farm and grow food. She responded, “My family back in Ethiopia always grew most of their own food.”NOW, IT’S TIME TO GROW YOUR OWN FOOD,” the Holy Spirit had me tell her.

Then the Lord led me to one of the hotel’s restaurants for a late lunch. The restaurant was shutting down for the afternoon and I was the last customer. While sitting at the table, the Lord told me to speak with two of the waiters. They had brown skin and spoke with accents, and I asked where they were from. Bangladesh, they said. The Lord told me they were Muslim and knew Him under the name of Isa. I suddenly felt in my own heart His love for them and all the Muslim people who only recognized Him as a prophet. Jesus told me to tell the waiters, “WHO YOU KNOW AS ISA LOVES YOU AND HAS A MESSAGE FOR YOU.” Jesus then told me to ask them if they remembered the Bible story of Lot and the angels who visited him in Sodom to warn him to take his family and leave before its destruction by fire. “Yes, we know that story well!” they said, smiling and nodding their heads. “Well, Isa, who I know as Jesus,” I said, “is telling me to warn you. YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES MUST LEAVE ATLANTA. LIKE THE CITY OF SODOM, ATLANTA WILL BURN.” These two men looked at each other very seriously. They had received the warning in their hearts. Then Jesus told me to tell them, “TELL THE ELDERS AND THE MEN AT THE MOSQUE THAT YOU RECEIVED THIS WARNING MESSAGE FROM JESUS WHO YOU KNOW AS ISA.” They agreed to share the message with their families and with those at their mosque.

Only an hour later, my friends from North Carolina came to pick me up and take me and my truck home. On the outskirts of Atlanta, we stopped in Doraville at a Korean bakery café, where the Lord instructed me to give words of knowledge to a pastor there.

My odyssey in Atlanta over, that night safe at home in North Carolina, I finally climbed into bed to sleep. As I lay there with my eyes closed, I saw in the spirit one face after another, each face brought before my vision for no more than two seconds. These faces, each one distinct, were of middle-aged men with beards, many wearing caps. I asked the Holy Spirit, who are these men? “These are the very men at the mosque who will receive the message and take action to leave Atlanta with their families,” he said. I thanked the Lord for letting me see the future fruit of my obedience to His promptings.

Scripture:

Genesis 19:1-29

Sodom and Gomorrah Destroyed

19 The two angels arrived at Sodom in the evening, and Lot was sitting in the gateway of the city. When he saw them, he got up to meet them and bowed down with his face to the ground. 2 “My lords,” he said, “please turn aside to your servant’s house. You can wash your feet and spend the night and then go on your way early in the morning.”

“No,” they answered, “we will spend the night in the square.”

3 But he insisted so strongly that they did go with him and entered his house. He prepared a meal for them, baking bread without yeast, and they ate. 4 Before they had gone to bed, all the men from every part of the city of Sodom—both young and old—surrounded the house. 5 They called to Lot, “Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us so that we can have sex with them.”

6 Lot went outside to meet them and shut the door behind him 7 and said, “No, my friends. Don’t do this wicked thing. 8 Look, I have two daughters who have never slept with a man. Let me bring them out to you, and you can do what you like with them. But don’t do anything to these men, for they have come under the protection of my roof.”

9 “Get out of our way,” they replied. “This fellow came here as a foreigner, and now he wants to play the judge! We’ll treat you worse than them.” They kept bringing pressure on Lot and moved forward to break down the door.

10 But the men inside reached out and pulled Lot back into the house and shut the door. 11 Then they struck the men who were at the door of the house, young and old, with blindness so that they could not find the door.

12 The two men said to Lot, “Do you have anyone else here—sons-in-law, sons or daughters, or anyone else in the city who belongs to you? Get them out of here, 13 because we are going to destroy this place. The outcry to the Lord against its people is so great that he has sent us to destroy it.”

14 So Lot went out and spoke to his sons-in-law, who were pledged to marry his daughters. He said, “Hurry and get out of this place, because the Lord is about to destroy the city!” But his sons-in-law thought he was joking.

15 With the coming of dawn, the angels urged Lot, saying, “Hurry! Take your wife and your two daughters who are here, or you will be swept away when the city is punished.”

16 When he hesitated, the men grasped his hand and the hands of his wife and of his two daughters and led them safely out of the city, for the Lord was merciful to them. 17 As soon as they had brought them out, one of them said, “Flee for your lives! Don’t look back, and don’t stop anywhere in the plain! Flee to the mountains or you will be swept away!”

18 But Lot said to them, “No, my lords, please! 19 Your servant has found favor in your eyes, and you have shown great kindness to me in sparing my life. But I can’t flee to the mountains; this disaster will overtake me, and I’ll die. 20 Look, here is a town near enough to run to, and it is small. Let me flee to it—it is very small, isn’t it? Then my life will be spared.”

21 He said to him, “Very well, I will grant this request too; I will not overthrow the town you speak of. 22 But flee there quickly, because I cannot do anything until you reach it.” (That is why the town was called Zoar.)

23 By the time Lot reached Zoar, the sun had risen over the land. 24 Then the Lord rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah—from the Lord out of the heavens. 25 Thus he overthrew those cities and the entire plain, destroying all those living in the cities—and also the vegetation in the land. 26 But Lot’s wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.

27 Early the next morning Abraham got up and returned to the place where he had stood before the Lord. 28 He looked down toward Sodom and Gomorrah, toward all the land of the plain, and he saw dense smoke rising from the land, like smoke from a furnace.

29 So when God destroyed the cities of the plain, he remembered Abraham, and he brought Lot out of the catastrophe that overthrew the cities where Lot had lived.

Genesis 50:20 NIV

In Genesis 50:20 NIV, Joseph the son of Jacob, states to his jealous older brothers who once sold him into slavery and now came to Egypt to purchase food during a great 7-year famine, “You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.” Though Joseph was persecuted by his brothers, and later Potiphar’s lustful wife who had him thrown into jail, Joseph eventually rose to become Pharaoh’s trusted advisor in Egypt and save many lives in a time of famine.

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