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Chapter Five - The Way Out

She went to sleep that night & had a fitful dream. The gnome was just around every corner, and she was always just missing him. She tried to call the police to report him as a stalker, and the phone call never went through. Finally, the gnome was chasing her, and it was like the old Bugs Bunny cartoon where Elmer Fudd had inhaled some ether and was running in slow motion. It was like running wasn’t a natural motion at all, like she’d forgotten how. Finally Tyler shook her awake. “Are you having a bad dream, honey?” He asked. “Thank you SO MUCH for waking me. I hate dreams like that! Nothing works and things are chasing me.” She snuggled closer to him. He was always so nice & warm and affectionate. It put her right at ease and she went back to sleep for the rest of the night.

The next morning he asked her about it. He thought maybe she should “go talk to somebody.” He’d noticed she was not feeling herself lately. She told him about the excitement of the afternoon. Maybe it had something to do with the dead body in the woods, but maybe she needed an adjustment to her antidepressant or something. Predictably, he warned her to be careful and stay close to the house, despite the appearance that the body had been dead for a long, long time.

When she called her doctor, she was not impressed that the doctor just called in a prescription. Said she’d done well on them before & there was no reason she shouldn’t this time. Plus, the investigation into the bones found in the woods made her a reluctant local celebrity. All the attention didn’t really leave her time to take care of herself. In a weak moment she agreed.

When she went to pick up the prescription, she ran into Victoria. “Did you hear?” Victoria said. “They identified that body they found in your woods. It was Harry!!”

“NO!?” cried Pauline. “It looked like it had been there a long time! How can that be?”

“They said something was used to make it break down faster, to try to avoid identification.”

“But he was shot with an arrow! Who does that?? And I wonder why he was back there in the woods anyway?”

“Well it’s just too bad. Victoria stood there for a moment. Weren’t you the last one to see him?” She asked hesitantly.

“I saw him at that sleep lab. A couple of us saw him running away from something in our dreams and he didn’t show up the next morning.”

“Well, that doesn’t make any sense! Dreams aren’t real!”

Pauline had a thought that she would look up Rebecca and see what else she remembered about her dream.

She knew they often took a while to take effect, but once Pauline took her first dose she seemed to relax, even with the news about Harry. Making some tea, she sat in the office and looked out at the rain. The creek would surely flood again. How could Harry have gotten shot with an arrow?? What was wrong with people? The tea calmed her down and before she knew it she was asleep again, on the sofa in the office. She kept an afghan there for just such rainy days. No problem-there wasn’t anything she had to do today. But no sooner had she fallen asleep than she felt that someone was watching her. She was walking in a garden and as she rounded a bend in the path, there stood the gnome. I thought gnomes were supposed to be small, she thought.

Guessing she’d finally better confront him, she asked him, “What are you doing here? “

He said, “I’m always around, not too far away. What’s on your mind?”

“Well, as long as you’re here and talking to me, do you know anything about the guy Harry that was in my dream?”

“I thought you didn’t like him!”

“I never said that. I just thought he was kind of stalking me. Wasn’t sure what he wanted. Now he’s disappeared.”

“Yes, I know.”

“You know?”

From behind him the gnome pulled out a bow and it was then Pauline noticed the quiver of arrows on his back.

“YOU KILLED HIM?”

“I like to use the word dispatched . . . anyway they’ll never convict a gnome. It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal? He was a human being!”

“Where do you think he is now?” asked the gnome.

“Well-they dug him up & probably had his family dispose of the remains. Buried or cremated, I’m not sure which. They just found out it was him.”

“No-I mean what do you think happens to people after they die?”

“Oh-well he’s probably in heaven. I don’t really know what he believed about Jesus though. If I’d known he was about to DIE I would have talked to him more about it.” I guess we never know, she thought to herself. At this point the gnome faded away and she began to awaken. The gnome had killed Harry!

Wait a minute-that sounds crazy. Can’t tell anyone that. What did he say, they’ll never convict a gnome. What a horrible creature. She made a mental note to try to get hold of Rebecca. And she should probably find out when Harry’s funeral was. She made another mental note not to blurt out anything foolish about a gnome shooting him with an arrow.

When she called the sleep center, they couldn’t give her Rebecca’s contact information, but they would give hers to Rebecca and if Rebecca wanted to call her then they would both be consenting. They did try to find out why she wanted to call the other woman, but Pauline wouldn’t say any more than that they had had a similar dream and she wanted to discuss it further.

Dreams are interesting things. They are in the Bible, and Godly people even interpreted them, but really anything can happen in them. Where do they come from? In the Castaneda books about Don Juan, Yaqui Indian and sorcerer, and the Art of Dreaming, it seemed they took peyote to induce their dreams-not really the same thing.

She really had to change her life. She couldn’t get that thought out of her mind. What was she getting involved in? Secret knowledge? Meditation? That guidebook was garbage, she decided. It was just full of things she knew were wrong. Maybe she needed to read them, to realize she needed to go another direction. She realized that, in trying to find herself, she had gotten lost along the way. How to extricate herself? She speculated that perhaps she needed to take things OUT of her life that didn’t work, until she was left only with things that did. She took the guidebook and the candles she’d been using for meditation, and walked out to the fireplace in the back yard. Putting them in, she lit the candles and soon the guidebook was in flames. Now, what else?

All at once a storm blew up. The sky turned a sickly green and the wind blew. Quickly, she doused the fire and went for the house. Loud thunder was all around and lightning crashed. Just as she reached the door, she heard a huge crash and another tree had fallen, hitting the fireplace. I was just standing there, she thought.

Back in the house, she began making dinner. Tyler would be home in a few hours and she wanted to make something nice. Turkey pot roast from the grocery store. A friend at work had just told her about it. She put it in a roasting pan in the oven covered in mushroom sauce, cooking wine, and with 4 redskin potatoes. Steamed mixed vegetables would complete the meal with a nice glass of sauvignon blanc. I’ll just sample one now, she thought. So cool and crisp. Her tastes had really changed over the years. The first wine she bought, in college, was peach flavored syrupy cheap wine. But at least she kept getting up and going to work every day. That was proof of her functionality-right? Thank God she didn’t swill it like in the old days. What ever had made her do all the things she’d done, smoking and drinking and too many parties. Was she so worried about people liking her that she would do whatever they wanted to do? Why was it negative influences and people she had gravitated to? Or did they gravitate to her, because she was so nice, because she never said no? She had gone along to donate blood plasma. She had hitchhiked to a Heart concert. She had sneaked out of the cabin at summer camp, for crying out loud. She was brought up better than that. She wished she knew why she’d turned so rebellious. It had really changed her life for the worse, and she had that much farther to pull herself back up.

There were the times she had been drawn to the occult, but then there were also times she’d been drawn strongly back to church and Jesus. She didn’t feel much joy these days. Some of the memories from the church days were pretty joyful. She would go to ladies’ Bible study groups in the evening. She would go to extra services at church and really got into the music, crying great cleansing tears and praying in tongues. Maybe-just maybe it was time to go back there, for good this time.

After reading her Bible the next morning she felt so much better. Relaxed, even. She thought about church. Could she go back to a more charismatic church? They may have some doctrinal issues, she reflected. She enjoyed the energy though. However. Energy was not the main thing, the main thing was Jesus. The sovereignty of God. His ways are higher than my ways, His thoughts are higher than my thoughts. Still something drew her back to that. She had joy then. Recently she had been thinking that she is depressed because she is trying to do things that God has not ordained, not that there’s anything wrong with the things, but they may not be right for her. She even felt, once when she had to have surgery, that God was trying to get her to slow down. Back then, she went to a lot of church services and Bible studies. And she loved it, except when her responsibilities at home suffered from lack of attention. How was it possible to achieve balance, she mused.

She thought back on times she’d felt really well and happy. She used to love to walk at night, especially on warm and windy nights in the fall, the smell of burning fallen leaves bitter in her nostrils. She used to love to go for walks or cross country skiing alone, until she got too fearful and wouldn’t go to isolated places alone anymore. What was the answer? She decided to get more involved in the church she was in. Sure, it seemed like there wasn’t as much energy, but if they taught the truth, that is what counted. Maybe they needed HER to bring the energy. Oh, why couldn’t it be simple?

Tyler came home & was quite alarmed to see the tree down and the fireplace smashed. “I knew I should have cut those trees!” He chided himself. “You could have been killed.”

“But I wasn’t. God was looking out for me. All I was doing was burning some things I felt were against his will.”

“And he told you this?” Tyler’s eyebrows went up.

“Well-indirectly.”

“Well I’m just glad you’re ok.”

“I’m fine. Really.”

He smiled. “Yes, you are”.

“We should go away for a weekend?” She asked. “Maybe Niagara Falls? We always talk about going there. It would be really pretty in fall.”

After dinner they watched a movie on TV and ate popcorn, their favorite pastime. But she couldn’t focus. She thought about burning the guidebook and how the storm came up right after. What were demons, anyway? She’d heard recently they were angels that decided to go bad. You know what demons do, she told herself. Just remember the little girl with her head spinning around in that movie. And all the other movies she’d seen. Come on, Pauline, it is nothing to mess with! Jesus was more powerful, that’s what she’d been taught, but how to take advantage of that?

She was raised in the church. She was baptized when she was about three weeks old. Her mom wouldn’t even have been driving yet but took her for baptism. It’s a good thing, she thought. What kind of circumstance would I be in if I hadn’t been baptized? They went to church every Sunday, for as long as she could remember. All her parents’ friends were church friends. Back then churches didn’t have air conditioning. She learned to sit very very still, barely breathing, and it seemed to help her stay a little cooler. She and her brother, close in age, would start giggling sometimes and get the elbow from Mom. She and Dad would separate them, but there were four kids. Someone was bound to get in trouble. They often sat in the back, and since it was under the choir loft balcony, it may have been warmer than the front, but they were too energetic to sit in front since that would embarrass their parents. Someone else who often sat in the back was old Mrs. Undergraham, with the real mink stole. Four taxidermied minks were connected by each biting the next one’s tail. She had often wondered if the eyes were real. They sure looked it. She would put her finger near a mink’s mouth and pretend it bit her. That got her brother going every time. Then there were the hymns with “judge” in the title, and in the Old English font it looked like “fudge.” That was another giggler. After the service, there was nice old Mr. Union, who always had candy in his pocket for children. As she got older, she joined the youth group, because they had fun activities. They often involved submarine sandwiches, and game night at the leader’s house, and hanging out with kids from other high schools. Later she got included in after-dark cruises with Jared and Emmett, who drove a convertible Impala. Once there was a Halloween party at one of the kids’ houses. They lived out in the country and they had dyed the water for apple-bobbing to cover up that they had hard water. Trouble was, they used yellow food coloring. She just couldn’t do it. The other interesting thing she remembered now about the church building was the tunnels in the basement. The youth room was in the basement, and she got to pick the colors to paint it, but right outside that room was a cement tunnel that went a long way. She realized now it must have gone down the long hallway of the addition when they added on several classrooms, most likely for electrical or plumbing routing. She had been in that church every week, at least once and usually more, for 18 years. The crazy thing was, that was where she had met Amanda, the girl who played Ouija with her, the girl that probably still had demons of her own. At times she still had strange dreams about the tunnels, and different areas of the church. She could still remember the whole layout, the various stairways, even the type of flooring in different sections. She missed the big red stained glass cross window that they had bricked in to redesign the front of the church.

Once she went to college, she didn’t go to church except a few times when friends of her family would invite her. Finally her father impressed on her the need to just do it-just pick a good church and commit to it and get involved. Even though she had gone through confirmation classes as a teenager, she didn’t really feel it. But once she started going, and started studying the Bible for herself, she was hooked. There were stories in there that she’d never heard in Sunday school, and she didn’t think it was because she wasn’t listening. Once she really understood the salvation message, she knew there was no other way to live her life. She couldn’t risk it. But she really did grow to love Christ, when she realized what he’d done and where she would be without him. When she realized all the things He’d saved her from, she was so humbled. All the near death accidents and potential serious trouble that she’d evaded. How could you not love a God like that. She supposed Tyler just hadn’t thought about it as much. Maybe that was the key to get him interested in God.

That Sunday she told Tyler she was going to church, and if he wanted to he could too. She ended up going alone and talking to the pastor after. “How much do you know about the occult”, she asked him? He smiled and said, “I know some, but it’s forbidden to us. Best just not to think about it.”

“Really”-she said, “It’s been in my life for a long time. I think I may need help getting rid of it.” That got his attention. He and another leader in the church arranged to meet with her weekly to discuss it and see what they might need to do.

She felt better and went home.

When they had some quiet time that evening, they talked about the meeting with the pastor. She told him how it had been frightening her and she wanted to get free of whatever was tormenting her. She told him she felt she really should stop meditating, and take control of her life insofar as making good positive healthy choices. He agreed to go to the counseling sessions with her so that he could fully understand what was happening. At one time he had introduced her to the work of Joseph Campbell, who was a spiritualist who validated all religions. That is unfortunately the way of the world these days, in the name of tolerance and equality, but it just cannot change the truth that all churches and religions are not equal. They do not worship the same God or hold the same beliefs. Tyler had a large set of DVDs consisting of several interviews between Joseph Campbell and Bill Moyer, discussing these various religions, Campbell extolling every one. Equality and tolerance sound like good ideas, but they are ways for unbelievers of Christ to justify their beliefs and actions. Unfortunately, Christians suffer unmercifully from intolerance, otherwise referred to as persecution!

The pastor, his wife, and one of the elders met them at the church. After explaining her past involvement in the occult, the pastor asked Tyler how he felt about that. Tyler was, to be honest, a bit alarmed about it. He hadn’t known all of it, and there seemed to be no reason to tell him, especially when he didn’t understand the significance. But as the spiritual leader of their home, at least he was supposed to be, he had some catching up to do. They discussed some Bible verses, and talked about why spirits can be and should be considered dangerous.

The committee gave them an assignment when they went home. They were to look up every verse about mediums, sorcery, witchcraft, and communicating with the dead. How much can there be, she thought. But even she was amazed. Here are some of them with some commentary from their discussions.

Leviticus 19:31

“’Do not turn to mediums or seek out spiritists, for you will be defiled by them. I am the Lord your God.

Leviticus 20:6

“’I will set my face against anyone who turns to mediums and spiritists to prostitute themselves by following them, and I will cut them off from their people.

Leviticus 20:27

“‘A man or woman who is a medium or spiritist among you must be put to death. You are to stone them; their blood will be on their own heads.’”

A similar verse was Deuteronomy 18:11, warning against anyone who “casts spells, or who is a medium or spiritist or who consults the dead.” In other words, Christians had no business having any part of the occult. What could it give them anyway that God couldn’t? There is nothing that God can’t do and so there is no benefit to the occult. People attempt to use it to get what God doesn’t want them to have, or to get things sooner, which is rather short sighted if you think about it.

In 1 Samuel 28, even King Saul tried to call up the spirit of Samuel, even though he himself had enacted a law against mediums.

“Now Samuel was dead, and all Israel had mourned for him and buried him in his own town of Ramah. Saul had expelled the mediums and spiritists from the land.”

“Saul then said to his attendants, “Find me a woman who is a medium, so I may go and inquire of her.” “There is one in Endor,” they said.

But the woman said to him (not realizing who he was) “Surely you know what Saul has done. He has cut off the mediums and spiritists from the land. Why have you set a trap for my life to bring about my death?”

Saul convinced her that he would not punish her, and she was able to call up a spirit, who they believed was Samuel, to give him guidance. He still was not victorious and ended up in a bloody death.

2 Kings 21:6 tells of a king who sinned greatly:

“He sacrificed his own son in the fire, practiced divination, sought omens, and consulted mediums and spiritists. He did much evil in the eyes of the Lord, arousing his anger.”

This King pleased and obeyed the Lord.

2 Kings 23:24: “Furthermore, Josiah got rid of the mediums and spiritists, the household gods, the idols and all the other detestable things seen in Judah and Jerusalem. This he did to fulfill the requirements of the law written in the book that Hilkiah the priest had discovered in the temple of the Lord.”

1 Chronicles 10:13

Saul died because he was unfaithful to the Lord; he did not keep the word of the Lord and even consulted a medium for guidance,

2 Chronicles 33:6

He sacrificed his children in the fire in the Valley of Ben Hinnom, practiced divination and witchcraft, sought omens, and consulted mediums and spiritists. He did much evil in the eyes of the Lord, arousing his anger.

Isaiah 8:19

[ The Darkness Turns to Light ] When someone tells you to consult mediums and spiritists, who whisper and mutter, should not a people inquire of their God? Why consult the dead on behalf of the living?

Isaiah 19:3

The Egyptians will lose heart, and I will bring their plans to nothing; they will consult the idols and the spirits of the dead, the mediums and the spiritists.

Jeremiah 27:9

So do not listen to your prophets, your diviners, your interpreters of dreams, your mediums or your sorcerers who tell you, ‘You will not serve the king of Babylon.’

Deuteronomy 18:10

Let no one be found among you who sacrifices their son or daughter in the fire, who practices divination or sorcery, interprets omens, engages in witchcraft,

Deuteronomy 18:14

[The Prophet ] The nations you will dispossess listen to those who practice sorcery or divination. But as for you, the Lord your God has not permitted you to do so.

Acts 8:9

[Simon the Sorcerer ] Now for some time a man named Simon had practiced sorcery in the city and amazed all the people of Samaria. He boasted that he was someone great,

Acts 8:11

They followed him because he had amazed them for a long time with his sorcery.

Acts 19:19

A number who had practiced sorcery brought their scrolls together and burned them publicly. When they calculated the value of the scrolls, the total came to fifty thousand drachmas.

Acts 19:18-20 (in Context) Acts 19 (Whole Chapter) OtherTranslations

Galatians 5: 19 The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; 20 idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions 21 and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.

Deuteronomy 18:10

Let no one be found among you who sacrifices their son or daughter in the fire, who practices divination or sorcery, interprets omens, engages in witchcraft,

2 Kings 9:22

When Joram saw Jehu he asked, “Have you come in peace, Jehu?” “How can there be peace,” Jehu replied, “as long as all the idolatry and witchcraft of your mother Jezebel abound?”

2 Chronicles 33:6

He sacrificed his children in the fire in the Valley of Ben Hinnom, practiced divination and witchcraft, sought omens, and consulted mediums and spiritists. He did much evil in the eyes of the Lord, arousing his anger.

Micah 5:12

I will destroy your witchcraft and you will no longer cast spells.

Nahum 3:4

all because of the wanton lust of a prostitute, alluring, the mistress of sorceries, who enslaved nations by her prostitution and peoples by her witchcraft.

Galatians 5:20

idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions

Deuteronomy 18:9-14:9

“When you come into the land which the LORD your God is giving you, you shall not learn to follow the abominations of those nations. 10 There shall not be found among you anyone who makes his son or his daughter pass through the fire, or one who practices witchcraft, or a soothsayer, or one who interprets omens, or a sorcerer, 11 or one who conjures spells, or a medium, or a spiritist, or one who calls up the dead. 12 For all who do these things are an abomination to the LORD, and because of these abominations the LORD your God drives them out from before you. 13 You shall be blameless before the LORD your God. 14 For these nations which you will dispossess listened to soothsayers and diviners; but as for you, the LORD your God has not appointed such for you.

Zechariah 10:2

2 For the idols [b]speak delusion; The diviners envision lies, And tell false dreams; They comfort in vain. Therefore the people wend their way like sheep; They are in trouble because there is no shepherd.

Acts 16:16

16 Now it happened, as we went to prayer, that a certain slave girl possessed with a spirit of divination met us, who brought her masters much profit by fortune-telling. 17 This girl followed Paul and us, and cried out, saying, “These men are the servants of the Most High God, who proclaim to us the way of salvation.” 18 And this she did for many days. But Paul, greatly annoyed, turned and said to the spirit, “I command you in the name of Jesus Christ to come out of her.” And he came out that very hour.

Isaiah 8:19

19 And when they say to you, “Seek those who are mediums and wizards, who whisper and mutter,” should not a people seek their God? Should they seek the dead on behalf of the living? 20 The Lord has not appointed such for me.

That is pretty clear, isn’t it? Abominations . . . there is no question that my former Ouija board use, or my ex’s channeling of God only knows what, fall into that category. My teenage experimentation with spells, abomination. It all started when I was a child. I was on a camping trip with my family and I found a pendulum in the campground gift shop and bought it. I learned that, somehow, it “knew” my sweater was red. When I tried to ask it questions I did not know the answers to, I was simply frustrated. How could I know if its answer was right? Actually, this is a form of divination. Pendulums are now used for dowsing, both for water and other natural resources, and for answers.

I was also fascinated with unexplained stories. One story I remember parts of was about bilocation or astral travel. A man was seen miles away from where his body was seen by other people. He was even able to describe the setting in the distant location. But there are many warnings in the Bible about these practices. How long could she go on tempting the spirits??

There could be demons living in her house, yet. She began collecting paintings of Jesus and painting pictures of angels. She started getting rid of books that were questionable in content, like the Rosicrucian and energy medicine books. The dream gnome started appearing in her dreams every night. “What do you want from me?” She asked him. “He said I want you to stay with me.” “In dream time?” “Of course. People don’t usually talk to me.” “You killed Harry!” “He was bothering you. Sorry if I misunderstood.” “Well, it’s done now. How can I stay here though? As soon as I wake up I’m not here anymore. I don’t want to stay anyway.” “Well . . . okay, he said. I have to go do something right now, but you can find your way home in that direction.” He pointed, and then walked away in the other direction.

As she walked along, she seemed to enter a pathway between some bushes. This is pretty, she thought. But the path twisted and turned and she wasn’t at all sure it was the most direct way home. She enjoyed walking and it was a lovely garden, so she kept on. But after a time she was tired. She sat on the soft grass and before she knew it she was asleep.

Back home, she had fallen in the yard and would not wake up! A neighbor called an ambulance and called her husband to meet her at the hospital. Once in the emergency room they started an i.v. for fluids and performed took many tests of her vital signs. They seemed perplexed as she seemed healthy, but was completely unresponsive. There was a slight concussion from her fall in the yard and the doctors seemed to want to blame it on that, calling it a coma. She was admitted and put into a room at the hospital.

At one point she felt as though she was hovering above her body, and she could see both the body in the hospital and in the garden. What had happened? A vision of the dream gnome floated in and out of her awareness at times. Her husband was there unceasingly and she tried to call out to him but her lips, her voice, did not work for some reason. How to fight against this? She was terrified they might give up on her. Though what could they do? She was breathing on her own so there was no plug to pull . . . strangely she longed to go to work, to clean her house, anything but lie there unresponsive. And the strangest thing, she knew that she knew the answer, she knew what could save her, but she just couldn’t remember. Beeping and buzzing from the monitors attached to her disrupted her thoughts. Her husband repeatedly told her to squeeze his hand, and she tried, but he did not feel it. Her heart ached for him as she saw his eyes fill with tears, with her spiritual eyes, since her physical ones were closed.

After she had been there for what seemed like days, a bright light filled her room, blocking out all else, even her husband, the doctor, and the nurses. What she believed to be Jesus appeared, bringing immense indescribable comfort and peace. Seemingly, it affected her vital signs too since the nurses rushed to the monitors and seemed excited. They began poking and prodding and she wanted for once to be left alone, to talk to Jesus. He began to speak to her. “Remember-all that the Father has given me, no one can snatch them out of my hand. The Father has given you to me. You must sever all connection with the dream gnome and then I will bring you out of your coma.”

“How do I do that?”

“I will bring him here and you must tell him to leave you alone forever.”

“I’ll do it,” she said. But how was she talking to Jesus if she couldn’t talk to anyone else? It was a miracle and she was fine with it. The dream gnome was trouble.

The dream gnome then appeared next to Jesus. Jesus gripped his arm and the two stood before me.

“Gnome, you must leave me alone from now on. I have no interest in continuing to see you or enter your dream world. Do you agree?”

The gnome actually looked sad. “No one told you that you had to consent to see me, but by not complaining or stating your intentions, you were implying consent. Now that you have resisted I must release you. But anytime you want to come back just call out to me.”

“No-I need to remain among the living in my world.”

Then Jesus did an incredible thing. “I banish you and forbid you ever to enter this woman’s thoughts again. Go and do not return. I have died for her sins and forgive her of all wrongdoing, and I am her Savior and protector. Go now.”

And the dream gnome faded away, never to return. He was even gone from her memory, though she did not realize it. All that remained was Jesus, and of course, her family. She could hear sirens in the distance, coming closer, and remembered she was in the hospital. Jesus said, “Wake up, and return to your loved ones. Remember that I am always here for you. You need never fear as I will never leave you or forsake you“. She then opened her eyes. “Tyler?” Everyone sprang into action, asking her questions and checking her vitals. Tyler jumped to his feet and hugged her. “Don’t scare me like that!” “I don’t know what happened,” she said. “I was dreaming and I couldn’t wake up.”

Once back at home, she began to feel that familiar darkness returning. Just that morning she could have sworn it was Thursday, and when she realized it was only Wednesday she groaned. Every day got harder, and if she didn’t sleep extra on the weekends she never felt rested. It was as if there was a dark cloud over her head and, in fact, her whole life.

So they decided to start going to church every week. She had no memory of the dream gnome but knew only that Jesus had driven away a demonic character that was persecuting her. She told a few people, including at church, and her friend Daisy got very excited. Daisy felt that she was supposed to help others that were oppressed by the devil due to paranormal practices. So she started talking with a few people the pastor recommended to her. Soon there were so many that with the pastor’s help and guidance she was able to begin a support group.

Part Two, Godly Expectations

By Mary C. Blowers

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