Angel Message for Today

The message for today comes from Archangel Michael “Call upon Me when all else has failed. I will instantly come to you, wrap my wings around you, and surround you with the Golden Light of Unconditional Love. Do not despair for the Angels are ever with you.”

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Copyright Glenyss Bourne 2009

WHERE HAVE ALL THE MISSING CHILDREN GONE??

** This letter was sent to me from a good friend of mine in order that I would put this on the blog..and also I know this woman who wrote this letter- she is a fellow believer in YHWH. I have decided to cover- up her real last name  for protection of privacy reasons..even though in the original letter she includes it and her address. I believe she is telling the truth as there are many others out there with similar stories. YHWH asks us to bring the darkness into the light so that it can be dispeled and the enemy revealed and destroyed and we can be healed and set free. She is a brave soul~ May YHWH continue to protect , heal , instruct and encourage her!**

October 12, 2009  

To Whom It May Concern:

My name is Rebekah M, and that is my real name. I am not afraid of the powers that be or concerned with what this could cost me. What is important are all those suffering right now, most of whom are children, as I type this letter. All those missing people, where are they?

First let me state I began life just as we all do. My mother gave birth; soon I was crawling and then walking. I am sure learning to walk is a very big moment for every child. I went to school, rode my bike, played and fought with my siblings and friends. I laughed and I cried. My family and I appeared to be All-American. Appearances can be deceiving.

I was not raised in a Christian home. Things were happening to me in a secret place that would later come to mean much. My father, an ex-Marine in the Korean War, must have returned home with many secrets, since I never heard him speak of the war.

I had my first nightmare at six and although I did not understand it then, it was the beginning of a destiny. It and other dreams have come to pass and taken on a life of their own. What though does one do with the things that are not dreams? They are encounters that a child’s mind turns into dreams, because failing to do so would be too much. Quite frightening for a child.

I cannot say if the person reading this letter believes in Almighty God or the adversary Satan. Whether you do or not, has no effect on the truth. Both are very real and have made their presence in my life quite tangible. You will not hear what I am trying to share in most mainstream churches. Whether due to ignorance, denial or corruption within the church it is a subject never discussed. Through the ages, much has been stripped from the word of God, twisted by those who think they know when they do not. Or even deliberately corrupted by those who serve darkness and lies.

The news media has become just as corrupt and debilitating to the people of this once blessed nation. Now it is a tool used to cram fear down the throats of people while the real dangers are ignored. The media is silent while all the rights making this a free nation are stripped away in the name of security. The media routinely ignores and discredits the few voices of truth that do occasionally arise. Like most mainstream churches, the media chooses to bury truths and feed the people comforting lies instead.                           

I am a Christian…now, yet I do not take my orders from any person. I take them as the Spirit of Almighty God leads me. Channel 23 News here in Tulsa during the week of September 21, 2009, asked, as they showed files on top of files of missing people most of whom I know are children, what happened to them? I am about to tell you as I was once one of those children.

What I didn’t know was the sinister bloodline I was born into and what in turn that would cost me. They prey on the homeless and foster children, of which I had become one sadly. They prey on the weak and those left alone in the world. I can by no means give you all the details about my life. However, when I just out of the blue, so to speak, turned on and heard that question asked, I knew it was time to do all I could to help those little children that are right now suffering unspeakable torment.                                                                                   

Where are all those missing people? They are across this very nation and the nations of the world being abducted by what we have come to call aliens, which in truth are fallen angels, and those that work with them. The devil is indeed in the details. I was at the age of eleven abducted by two greys after a series of events which included encountering both Jesus Christ and Satan. I was only a child and with the chaos at home increasing I had no one to talk to.

To read the rest of this incredible true letter : http://yahstruthseeker.wordpress.com/letter-from-an-overcomer/

I needed to sleep. I figured I wasn’t that interested in the cities through Ohio. Before you fault me, I’m just a small town kid and I wanted to see more of the small town heart of America. And I was really tired, so I probably wasn’t thinking very clearly.

I boarded a night bus traveling north from Kentucky. It seemed a decent thing to do and I figured I’d get some sleep, but when we stopped in Cincinnatti, I was totally unprepared for the number of people who boarded the bus. Suddenly, it was no longer a normal Greyhound with a few empty seats, but it was as crowded as a city bus. If people could have stood, they probably would have filled the aisles, too. No empty seats and no choice of seat partners. My personal space was invaded and I didn’t like that feeling at all.

Worse: there was this man who took a seat just a few short rows from where I was sitting. He had hungry eyes that searched the bus and locked on me. I didn’t look at him, but I could feel him staring. Every red flag in my repertoire of red flags went up and I could hear the robot from Lost in Space screaming, “Danger, Will Robinson! Danger! Danger!” Only it wasn’t funny.

I tried to take stock of who the other passengers were: large, small, male, female, white, Black, brown, young and old. Nobody was making eye contact except the Devil and I was trying to avoid his eyes. I tried praying. I hoped he would disembark in Columbus.

Columbus came and a few folks got off and more got on. The man managed to change seats to where he was now two rows ahead of me and between me and the bus exit. I couldn’t shrink small enough.

In Cleveland, we were told that everyone had to get off the bus so they could clean it. We had an hour. It was the middle of the night, I didn’t know anyone, and I couldn’t think of what to do to avoid this man. Go to the women’s restroom, but I couldn’t stay in there. Besides, it was crowded, dirty, smelly and there was a long queue to get into it. I got into line, trying to focus, but aware that he was standing by the wall, watching with his little ferret eyes.

A warm hand grabbed mine. I looked down into deep black eyes set in wrinkled ebony skin. She had white hair and was dressed proper, with a little handbag. “You stay by me. Pretend we know each other. He’ll go away.”

I didn’t even know anyone else had noticed him! In deed, I do not think anyone else had, just this tiny, ancient woman in the wrinkled dark brown skin. She kept me close to her for the entire hour, until we were allowed back onto the bus. We didn’t talk much; it was too crowded and too noisy and she didn’t seem to want to talk.

When they finally let us back onto the bus, he disappeared into the night. My angel took a seat with someone else and I was left to ponder the meaning of it all. She never looked back at me. It was as if it had never happened, except I knew it had – and I knew that a stranger had taken notice and intervened on my behalf. I desperately wanted to thank her (I did, verbally, but not profusely – which is how I felt she should be thanked). She didn’t want my thanks.

She got off the bus in Erie without a backward glance at me.

I believe in angels. I have heard it said that angels will disguise themselves as strangers. Hebrews 13.2 admonishes us to not forget to take care of strangers, for some “have entertained angels unawares.” I believe in the bottom of my heart that I met an angel on the bus from Cincinnatti to Cleveland.

I slept from Erie to Buffalo, completely relaxed and free from the terrors of the Devil.

Thank you, Angel.

2005, the 3rd of June is a memorable day in our lives.  During that week all eight children of MEC gathered in Madurai with their spouses, children and grandchildren.  After MEC’s death in l993 it was the first time for all to come together in this fashion.

We decided to go to Kodai Kanal which is a hill station near Madurai.  All of us were there for two days and we had a wonderful time singing, sharing, praying and listening to messages.  On our way back all the five vehicles were coming one after another on the ghat road.  It was just getting dark in the evening. 

Our van was the second in the row.  We were five of us in the van. Rachel our daughter and her husband were at the back seat.  Johnson from Rajasthan also was there at the aback.  Ashley was driving and I was in the front seat. 

As Ashley was trying to negotiate an ‘L’ bend, he lost control of the van though the speed was just average.  The van went out of the road and it ran on to a mud wall on the side and it turned towards the side and fell on to the road.  The wheels were on one side and the car was on the road with the window panels touching the road.

Ashley had his arm fractured.  Rachel and Boaz had minor injuries.  Johnson escaped without any trouble.  But the amazing thing was that I did not fall from my seat though I did not have a seat belt on me! 

Johnson jumped out of the van and lifted me to the safety of the road from the van.  I escaped without even a scratch on the body.

In five minutes there came a Jeep which belonged to the high way department by chance.  They said two weeks back there was a similar accident near where we had ours and that car fell into a ditch which was 300’ below the road killing all eight people in it who were  members  of the same family!

How true is the Scripture   when it says, “He will give his angels charge of you to guard you in all your ways” (Ps.91:ll)

Within seven years with our first vehicle, we have had three break failures.  The first one was a major accident and the Lord miraculously saved us from it.  It happened just within the first six months from the time we got our van.  I did not know driving when I got the van.  During the first month I hired a driver and he helped us in going to different places. By the second month I had courage to sit n the driver’s seat.  By then I had secured a learner’s license and it was without much difficulty that I learnt to drive.

In August we went to Madurai in the van for the wedding of Joyce’s youngest brother.  We took Rajan’s family and Selvaraj’s mother with us.  From Madurai we accompanied their new car to go to Kerala for the wedding. We went via Kumali to Thiruvalla.  Road was not very smooth as they had damaged road every now and then.  I was running behind the car.  The car driver was very fast.  He would apply sudden break every now and then. I had to do the same.   By the time we reached Tiruvalla my van had a crack in the break fluid kit and I did not notice it though I took the van for a check up before starting.  After the wedding, in the afternoon we started our journey back.  We were back on the same road to Kumali to go to Madurai. 

It was around 4 pm.  The car was going in front at 70-80 kms/ph and I was just behind them.  We crossed Ponkunnam and there was a small slope.  On the left there was a car standing on the road.  Opposite came a lorry fully laden.  As the car was standing on the road there was no place for me to go through.  And I applied break.  But pedal went right down and the vehicle would not stop.  In the spur of the moment to save a collision with the car, I just turned the vehicle to my left and it went out of the road and in less than 10 feet there was a small mud hill and our van had a smooth landing on to the mud hill. The back wheel of the van was still on the tar road!  Since there was no gutter between the road and the mud hill, no one fell or was there a jerk in the van.  It stopped so smoothly as though someone had applied the break!   Rajan’s little child who was sleeping in the van did not even wake up.  No one fell from the seat.  At that speed surely the van should have toppled if God had not protected us.  If there was a pit instead, we would have fallen into it.  It was truly miracle of the first order that saved us from that break failure.

How true is the scripture when it says, “The eternal God is our dwelling place, and underneath are the everlasting arms”(Deut. 33:27).

When our people in the car did not see us for half an hour, they came back and saw what happened and one or two got in the car and left.  Others went to Madurai by bus.  I stayed on to repair the van and took it to Madurai the following day. 

The accident took place just in front of the house of one my old seminary friends.  In fact he was watching the whole scene.  He entertained us in his house.  I had my meals from their house two or three times till the van was ready to go.

The next break failure took place several years later.  Once we went to a Kurumba village about 30 kms away.  By then we were 3000 feet below our place!  The hill road was very steep and narrow and winding.  We went there to bring children to our hostel.  The trip was smooth and successful.  On the following day I was taking the van from our shed. I slowly reversed the vehicle.  The van came out into the road. I applied break.  There was no break and the van’s rear wheels fell into the small ditch which was there in the opposite of our house.  I had to gather half a dozen people to lift the vehicle from the ditch.

If it had taken place the previous day, the ditch we would fall into would have been a 1000 feet deep in some places!

The third break failure took place a few moths later.  We were going to Coonoor from Kotagiri.  At an ‘L’ turn at 40 kms/ph, I applied break and found the speed was not getting controlled.  I knew there was no break.  So within the next one km,  I brought  the gear down from 4-3-2-0.  And when the van was at 10 kms/ph finding that there was no vehicle on the road at that time, I jumped down from the drivers seat and put a stone in front of the front wheel and stopped the vehicle.  Then I brought a mechanic and got it repaired and took the vehicle.  We knew that it was time to dispose that vehicle which we did soon after.