My Testimony

In 1970 I was a 28 year old stoned hippie living in Berkeley, California. I spent my time smoking marijuana, preparing health food, studying the occult and caring for my five year old daughter. I was searching for truth and happiness, but only getting more and more discontented in a bad marriage. I wanted to leave, but I didn’t have any money.

I was into astrology, hoping to be able to make some sense out of my life, and gain some control. However, according to the astrology books, I was about to reach a time when I would die or become hopelessly crippled. August would not be a good month!

A friend, Steve, another hippie, came to visit me one afternoon. He told me how he had taken some people on a hike in Big Sur but he hadn’t brought any food. It got late in the day and they were all hungry so he prayed. Jesus provided food for them on the mountain path – a loaf of bread and a jug of wine.

Within the next few days I thought to myself that if Jesus could do it for Steve, he’d probably do it for me. I prayed. Then I took my daughter and left. The Lord immediately provided an inexpensive room for us and I began to know joy in my heart for the first time. It seemed like I was better able to relate to people and I wasn’t worried about where the next dollar would come from. I began to see that Jesus is an AWESOME GOD!

That August in 1970 the prophecy of the astrologer’s had come true, but in a way they didn’t know about. I didn’t die, I was born again; spiritually reborn to the knowledge that Jesus Christ is my savior. No one else died for me and no one else could save me. Jesus is my Lord!

Within the next few months my life totally changed. I met new friends who seemed more positive and happier. My sister and her husband invited my daughter and I to come live with them on a ranch in Sonoma. I was happier and more peaceful than I’d ever been in my life. The Lord provided for me just like Steve said he would. I received $5,000!

I can’t say that my life has always been easy or that I’ve never sinned or lacked faith since that summer in 1970, but I can say that it was like coming out of a dark cloud and finding out life is really beautiful. I’ve learned a lot also, about myself and relationships, although my husband and I never did reconcile. I learned that drugs abused my body and that astrology is an abomination to God (Deut. 18:170-14).

So, I challenge you, reader, to consider what Jesus might do for you. Romans 10:9-10 says “If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus Christ, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. “For with the heart one believes unto righteousness, and with the mouth the confession is made unto salvation.”

If you would like Jesus to be your AWESOME GOD say this simple prayer and He’ll do the rest.

“Dear Jesus, I believe you are the Son of God and that you can change my life. I ask you to forgive me for my sins and unrighteousness and fill me with your Spirit. I ask you to cover me with your precious blood. Thank you for saving me at this moment. Amen.”

 

My Personalities Switched Again

Have you ever gone to the doctor for a physical condition that seemed serious to you, and when you got home, you can’t remember what the doctor said about it? That happens to me quite often, and last week I figured out why.

My husband Bob took me to the dermatologist last week because I had a suspicious spot on my arm that looked like it could be cancerous. The doctor was a young man, probably still in his twenties and he is the younger brother of my previous dermatologist, so I trusted him.

He came in with his nurse and questioned me for several minutes about the spot on my arm, diagnosing it as pernicious eczema. We were chatting pleasantly as he came around the exam table and picked up my other hand. He rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand, checking for possible skin cancers. I remember feeling his touch and thinking it was sexy. I think he felt it too, because he quickly withdrew his hand.

He asked me a few more questions and gave me two samples of a cream to use to fight the diseased spot on my arm. The nurse wrote down the instructions for me, so I wouldn’t forget them. The doctor talked to Bob a few minutes, answered some questions, and then we left.

Later, after Bob and I got home, we were talking about the doctor visit. I mentioned that I thought I might have a spot on my neck and that I wished I had asked the doctor about it.

“The doctor examined your neck,” Bob reminded me.

“No he didn’t,” I said, frowning.

“He walked all around you and lifted up your hair, and looked at your skin. Don’t you remember?”

“No!” I thought this was very strange. I didn’t remember the doctor checking over my left arm, my face or my neck.

“It just happened a few hours ago,” Bob said, looking at me strangely. “How could you forget?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, thinking back to my visit to the doctor. “I remember he checked my right hand, and then it was time to go.” Bob and I seemed to realize what happened at the same time. I had dissociated during the office visit. One of my other personalities had come in and taken my place, while the doctor had gone around me and checked for cancers. The excitement I felt when he touched my hand must have triggered fear and caused a personality switch.

I was really amazed as I stood talking to Bob. How could I switch so easily and not notice? I’ve been in therapy for years, and my personalities are still dissociating.

I’m hoping most of you do not have alternate personalities popping into your conscious mind without permission, but I wonder if some of you have forgotten what the doctor said during a visit. Is it because of my age or does it happen to young people occasionally?

Man Dies, Meets Jesus in Heaven

Here is a link to a u-tube video of a man telling about his near death experience.  It is wonderful and terrible and a great testimony.

wewalkwithJesus.org/?p=1266

Scatter-Brained or Part Deranged?

I started laughing this morning even before I got out of bed. Before that, I lay awake a long time contemplating my problem. It all started when my grand-children came this summer and I taught them to play Chinese Checkers. I laid out the circular metal board and then got out the marbles, which I keep in a heart-shaped, blue paisley print paper-maché box. It’s really pretty and I love it, and we had fun playing the game, but when I started to put the marbles back in the box, I noticed it was very dusty and dirty. I remember deciding I needed to wash it before I put the marbles away.

Last week I dreamed that I had washed the box and it had turned to mush. In the dream I straightened it out as best as I could, and was trying to figure out where to set it, so it could dry. I dreamed I had laid it on the ping pong table in the garage.

This morning I had another dream about this box. How Freudian is that? I was looking all over the house for it and I couldn’t find it. My marbles were spilling all over the place. As I woke I was wondering if my husband Bob had thrown out the mushy remains. When I finally was fully awake this morning my first thought was,

“I’ve lost my marbles!” I laid there and laughed about it for awhile. Talk about scatter brained.

Then, out loud I said, “Where are my marbles?”

Did I really wash the box and if so, where was it? And where did I put the marbles? I hopped out of bed and went into the next room where I keep the box under the lingerie chest. What better place for your favorite box? It wasn’t there.

“Oh no! I’ve lost my marbles!” I thought of going out to the garage to look, but I was still in my jamies. Finally, I looked in the place where it would most likely be, if it wasn’t in the place where it was supposed to be; in the toy chest. I opened the chest and there it was, completely intact with all the marbles in it. It hadn’t been washed into mush after all!

Oh sweet relief! I didn’t lose my marbles after all!

Does anyone else have problems separating dreams from reality? It seems like it must be a symptom of being crazy, or just taking too many medications. What do you think?

Other Multiples

If you know someone with multiple personalities, please tell them about my blog. I would like to connect with them