Frans in Africa shares miracle of God defying doctors in daughter’s case. God is good and merciful and all-powerful! Share this with everyone you know.
God’s Power Defies Doctors in Africa
testimony shared with Remnant Doctrine Keepers 122410
©copyright 2010 Frans Bezuidenhout
|RDK: Saints’ comments on “Stand Amazed at God’s Power,” BonnieQ health update
Florida minister Bob Elmatti wrote: My dear Sister Bonnie, What a God we have! I pray God’s angels guard and protect you, for the power of our God will not be defied. Our God is a healing God, Jehovah Rafa; we praise and worship you. Thank you, Jesus, for showing us the way: you healed the lepers, you made the cripple whole again, and you made the blind to see. Lord God, we love and seek your presence. Lord, let my sister live long to praise and worship you Lord; let her testimony draw the lost to you. In Jesus name I pray, Amen. ~~ I love you, Sister Bonnie. Brother Bob
Brother Frans, in Africa, also responded to lovingly share his experience with God defying doctors in his eldest daughter’s case. Praise the Lord, Frans, for sharing this uplifting and encouraging word to Christ’s Saints; for during earth’s last few days, we surely need encouragement, all we can get. If readers have testimonies, share them with us by sending your report to email@example.com and we will share them with all the brothers and sisters!
Frans is a university professor in South Africa, married to Amor— who has a youth ministry— and has 3 beautiful grown daughters. He has authored several academic books and, not long ago, published a book of poems: “Firefly Glow.” His poetry is exquisite and his short stories are truly short-shorts, gloriously written snippets of his fascinating life. Bonnie has had the great pleasure of editing some shorts, thus intimately knows why readers cannot stop reading them and always want more. Frans’ pieces can be found at All Poetry, http://allpoetry.com/FransB — be sure to visit and be inspired.
Dear Bonnie, Your story . . . and Mine
This is amazing! Actually, if I had not come to know you, I would have said this is impossible! Then, I thought back some 20 years ago when my eldest was three years old. She had a virus attack her brain and, to put this mildly, we experienced the start of an awesome ‘spiritual time’ in our lives. It was like God on one side and Satan on the other.
After two series of tests at Children’s Hospital, it was made clear that Seugnet had lost her ability to walk by herself, even to sit on her own— she had to be supported by pillows. At two she could run her own bath and at two and a half swim on her own. Within twelve hours, after being put to bed then awakening the next morning, she had difficulty doing what had been so natural to her. A Pediatrician directed us to Children’s Hospital for a series of tests. The outcome was unsettling. The medical team suspected cancer of the brain or the nervous system.
When my daughter’s health kept deteriorating, I made a second trip to Hospital. My wife could not accompany us, as she was too far pregnant and not allowed to fly. The tests were repeated and a CAT scan recommended.
We transported by ambulance, accompanied by a nurse, to another hospital where the scan was done. As we climbed into the ambulance, my daughter started to convulse. The co-driver of the ambulance took her head in his hands and she immediately settled down in my arms. At the same time there was deadly silence in the ambulance, as if a presence were there. It was so real that the nurse commented on it. The driver then asked me, “Did you see what had happened?”
I answered, “Yes, I will remember how you held her head, and do the same when this happens again.”
“No,” he said, “prayed for her, and she will be healed!” Although not understanding the power of prayer at that time, I could not dismiss what I had felt in the ambulance. I have never in my life experienced so much serenity. After arriving at Children’s Hospital I felt compelled to phone my wife to explain what had happened. She seemed distant, but I knew she was greatly concerned about Seugnet.
Over the years I would think back on this incident, each time I felt downhearted about my daughter’s condition. Also, I recall the over-whelming desire to phone Amor, as if not doing so would be like an act of disbelief. The presence of the Lord was so touchable— this kept me going in the years thereafter.
The next morning when Seugnet woke up, she asked for scrambled eggs! For the first time since her illness, she was able to eat by herself. Previously her trembling hands did not allow this.
The medical team led by a Professor physician came to her bedside while she was eating breakfast. He noticed the trembling had almost vanished and the strange movements of her eyes were no longer there. He had asked permission to film these movements the previous morning prior to her CAT scan. For some reason the film was not done. Puzzled, he asked, “Was she given additional medication that I ordered?”
It was then, the second time I felt compelled to explain what happened the day before. The medical team was extremely surprised and uncomfortable. They kept checking their files. Slowly the interns disappeared until only the Professor remained.
After the Professor left, I sat down by Seugnet’s bed and tried to make sense of what had transpired. It was then I realized what belief in God and His healing means. I had felt that to believe, to enable healing, one had to know and have the ‘art’ of believing— that it was something one has to do, and that I was not capable of that ‘doing.’ I also understood that if healing depended on my ability to believe, then my daughter would never heal. Telling others what I had experienced was like a healing. I also recognized that believing is not what you have to ‘do’ or ‘earn’ but to allow God to do within you— even if one does not understand any of it. I guess I am saying: “Believing is accepting what you cannot do!” Therefore, letting God do it for you.
From that morning on, Seugnet’s healing started. It took her 8 years to learn to sit, walk, and run again. She attended a special school where she received therapy. She later went on to mainstream school and completed her final school examinations— not failing any academic year prior to the incident. In this year of 2010, she will complete her final year of university, allowing her to enter school as a teacher!
As parents, our walk with the Lord has never been the same. And, of the 7 children that had the same condition, two survived— Seugnet and the son of another parent.
Getting back to your journey, Bonnie— amazing, but I believe it. Thank you for sharing … half brain and all (LOL!). Blessings. Frans
First, I would remind everyone that twenty years ago doctors did not know a fraction of what they know today about the brain; so, God’s power over Seugnet’s case was even more evident than in mine. Although, when it comes to our brains, doctors still know very little about how it works; especially when severely damaged.
I love the closing of your letter, Frans: “Half brain and all.” I am rolling on the floor, laughing out loud! Oh, well, dear brother! You are not the only one who has found the humor in all this. ROFLOL! You, myself, María, my foster sister Helen, my best friend Anita and more. I am so glad they see it as I see it. Even Dr. Hakimian began teasing me after pointing out the loss of brain tissue. My COPES rep laughed with María when she called to update my file. He recalled that I find humor in almost everything, even the seemingly tragic. And, you are right, Frans; it IS God on one side and Satan on the other. Time is so short that the old snake is enraged and relentless against Christ’s own.
It is a good thing, though, that it is not “half” my brain gone missing. LOL! It is about 1/3 or more of only the right temporal lobe. Praise the Lord for that! Interestingly, however, there are cases both in England and the US where a child was born with only half a brain: the parents were told they would not live very long and then only as vegetables. Both grew up to graduate college with no visual evidence of functioning with only half a brain.
As you so graciously pointed out, Frans, the finite impossibility of my case allowed me to realize that many readers might feel the miracle untrue; so, it was a good thing María was a witness as well as neurologist Dr. Hakimian at Harborview Hospital in Seattle and, as a result, my neurosurgeon Dr. Sekhar, Multiple Sclerosis Dr. Kraft, primary care Dr. Lauinger and numerous other University of Washington specialists on my convoluted case. As all know, I have many detractors in the world; each hell-bent on discrediting me and/or God’s Truth I speak. They might find this one a gold mine for dishonor. LOL! Sad for them, as the Lord says their lies are “blessings unto me and curses unto them.”
The University of Washington’s MS Research department found that MS patients’ brains constantly rewire themselves, one of the reasons we suffer chronic fatigue. Every spot an MS lesion appears, a small portion of that brain area dies, then the brain immediately sets about rewiring another section to do the job of the dead part. There are 100s of lesions all over my brain, a great number of them first found when I was 23-years old.
Obviously, my brain has been rewiring itself since I was between 6 and 8 years old. This work seems automatic when a young child. If it occurs in adults, they often have to be taught to instruct the brain to rewire itself through intensive therapy— mainly because most adults BELIEVE death results from even a small portion of the brain dying— but, we know that “ALL things are possible with God.” There is nothing He cannot change and/or overcome for us and through us to His glory!
Remember that, my precious brothers and sisters in Christ. Nothing is as it seems in this old world, just one vast illusion. Keep your chins up, stand fast in God’s Truth and speak it to all whom you encounter; for you know not whether you speak to someone who is cold or lukewarm or of a perverted mind, this latter of whom cannot be reached or turned. Keep going! The days are short and Christ is returning quickly.
Please do share all RDK posts and testimonies, which includes Frans’ shared miracle, with everyone you know. You never know, one of them just might reach a lukewarm or cold or both. Praise the Lord! And, I thank each of you for your ever-present love, prayers and support. I can do nothing without God and Christ and YOU.
Much love and prayers in Jesus,
Seventh Seal Library
P.S. By the way, María finally got a return call from UW Surgery on Monday afternoon 12-27. Wow! Only 10-days after their panicked call. The doctors feel that back surgery is not necessary at this time, unless I sustain a full break: findings were a “compression” fracture typical in people my age. Great! I did not want anyone cutting on my back. It means no delay in the oral surgery on 01-20. Praise the Lord! Although, I must be very careful until it mends. They are instructing my primary Dr. Lauinger to do follow-up MRIs on the T5 fracture as well as the T6 growth— sometime in the future, I suppose.
News, VGIIc Fungus, Riots, Floods, Earthquakes, Iceland, Car Bombs, MS, AZ Apache Land, Univ. of Arizona, Telescopes, Threats, Brain Aneurysm
Prophecy’s Extra Oil 68: Fatal Pestilences Threats Health
from Remnant Doctrine Keepers
©copyright 2010 Bonita M Quesinberry
TN, KY, record floods claim 41, more bodies expected, water receding, Nashville hard hit in damages, new storm approaching; NYC, Times Sq. car bomb, bus bomb, ice chest bomb each of last 3 days; Gulf of MX, one leak capped but still spilling 250,000 gallons a day (5K barrels), sea turtles and jelly fish dead on shores, “waters as the blood of a dead man;” Indonesia, Sumatra hit Wed with M6.6 quake, small local tsunami expected, no reports yet of injuries, deaths, destruction; Iceland volcano disrupts Ireland air traffic again; Greece, 10s of 1000s protest banks’ debt crisis, 3 die in bank by molotof cocktail fire; AZ, protestors swarm over Immigration Bill, 2 people killed;
AZ: After years of legal protests, the Apache nation lost to the Vatican, aided by the University of Arizona, over high powered telescopes built on their sacred Mt. Graham: FED and ST Govs used imminent domain on Apache reservation, despite age-old treaty. Vatican named powerful scopes LUCIFER but defended the name as an acronym for the equipments’ lengthy title and cited their need to monitor the heavens. Does the Vatican and her daughters really believe they can stop Christ before He reaches earth? NOT!
VGIIc Fungus aka cryptococcus gattii revives in Oregon and spreads rapidly north and south to engulf California, Washington, Idaho, and Canada, reported MSNBC.com. Duke University scientists believe it is a mutated fungus common to tropical climates, the spread likely caused by global warming. It is airborne and deadly; strikes humans, animals, porpoise, trees, soil and water: thus it is inhaled and might be ingested. The threat targets healthy and immune compromised individuals. Currently, it is only airborne but not in Oregon’s water, soil or trees: it has hit Washington’s trees. How this fungus will impact plant life, soil and water is not known at this time. However, since it can be fatal to living beings, we feel it safe to assume it will be deadly to living plant life as well.
VGIIc demonstrates a 25% mortality rate with 20 out of 218 patients having died to date. It is difficult to diagnose due to most doctors not knowing about this fungus; therefore, it is crucial for people to be informed and aid in their own illness diagnoses. Many could be diagnosed with black mold spores when, in fact, it might be VGIIc.
ANIMAL SYMPTOMS: Runny nose, breathing problems, nervous system issues, possible fever and small to large bumps form under skin
HUMAN SYMPTOMS: Unabated cough for weeks, sharp chest pains, shortness breath, eventual night sweats, fever, weight loss, and headaches resulting from onset of meningitis as well as small to large bumps form under skin.
TREATMENT: There is not yet a vaccine, so current treatment is antifungal meds that can take months up to years for a cure. The under skin lesions may even require surgeries if they impede vital organs and other bodily functions.
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Threats and Health:
Threats: This last week delivered another threat, albeit somewhat veiled, in our Seventh Seal Library tag, aka key words surfers use to locate our websites and/or writings. This one is specifically intended to bring the government down upon BonnieQ: “bonnieq is a terrorist.” Already, the proper entities have proven that her phone is tapped, both her computer (despite having only dialup Internet) and webmail hacked into, the later of which had her email diverted to Hong Kong; so anything is possible. We are compelled to remind Christ’s remnant of His expectations for our behaviour, to which BonnieQ strictly adheres and strongly encourages in brothers and sisters.
We have only to observe Christ throughout His 3.5 year’s ministry and subsequent arrest resulting in His crucifixion. Even when He was called a liar, false prophet and doing the Devil’s work— which He said we also will be called— He never argued, never fought back: either argumentatively or physically. This attitude followed His arrest. In spite of beatings, badgering, humiliation and pain, Jesus remained mute: except over two issues brought up by Pilate, who found Christ without fault and washed his hands of the case.
Pilate asked if He were the Son of God. Jesus responded with only three words, “As you say.” Near the close of Pilate’s interrogation, he expressed frustration with Christ’s silence, “Do you not know I have the power to save you?” Jesus simply said, “Do you not know I can have 10,000 angels instantly at my defence? This must be.”
As mentioned in a recent Oil, Truth needs no defence. Only the wicked argue and defend the lies they believe, over which they become enraged when faced with Truth. They do not like to believe they are “dogs eating their own vomit.” We must never argue God’s Word or defend our obedience to it. We are not to protest or speak against governments, or in any way be combative or in any way violate moral law. Rather, we must be willing to die for Christ as He died for us: in silence or speaking only as the Holy Ghost moves us. Jesus fulfilled prophecy for us and we now fulfill prophecy for Him: as it should be.
Anyone intending to bring harm upon BonnieQ is totally unaware of just how greatly she is covered by both God’s angels and remnant brethren; the latter of whom take nothing for granted and never at face value. Even now, there are those who are investigating new things and people anytime she is contacted, after which the brethren reveal findings to her. True brethren have said they will follow where she goes but properly added, “It is not her we follow: it is God’s Truth.” — As it should be.
Jesus said, “IF it were possible, even the elect could be deceived.” This is to say: we are nobody’s fool to be deceived— except as fools for God; for the Holy Spirit will not allow it. No move is ever made or person accepted before every pro and con is explored and final word has been received from on high. Also, BonnieQ is a trained Christian Counselor, after God the Great Psychiatrist’s teachings, whose expertise is in the nuances of manipulation: that most insidious of tools Satan wields through the twice dead. She does not miss the multiple red flags manipulators are unaware of flying in the midst of their vile games— the ability of discernment by only God’s Grace.
As our Father pointed out in Revelation, a “few” of the saints will die shortly before Christ appears: IF one is to be her, then so be it. She has no fear of any man or of what he can do to her flesh garment, as Jesus advised. So do not fear for her or yourselves and loved ones. Fear is the Devil, not of God and His Holy Spirit. They give only peace of mind, safely delivered by the Spirit: the peace of God’s wisdom and knowledge.
Health: BonnieQ’s neurosurgeon Dr. Sahkar, upon learning she has had no primary doctor in over 18 months, moved up the date for a follow-up CT Angiogram scheduled for August (re: 2005 brain aneurysm). He was most chagrined that no one was treating the high blood pressure or managing her pain. Her daughter took her to Harborview Hospital on 14 April. The blood vessels in her brain “look good” and will not have to be seen again for 5 years: unless . . . But! God is not going to allow Satan to go there again.
Dr. Sahkar, fully apprised of the former primary doctor Tiuseco having so badly falsified Bonnie’s records that no local doctor would take her case, brought in another physician to get her set up with a Harborview primary doctor, and who said, “We are not afraid of complicated cases.” Sahkar, himself involved in MS research, also was instrumental in getting her in to see Dr. George Kraft, one of UW’s primary pioneers in MS research and head of UW’s MS Research Dept and clinic. Recently, UWTV began airing a series of 9 segments entitled “MS From A to Z,” the first of which Dr. Kraft presented and one of the other 8 by Dr. Sahkar. Could this be “it is about who you know?” BQ really did not want to see any doctors but felt compelled in order to alleviate her family’s concerns.
The appointment clerk at first said, last week, that it would be 6 to 8 weeks before she could schedule Bonnie. God obviously had other plans, for while the girl was on the phone with Bonnie, her computer suddenly announced a cancellation on 05/06 with Dr. Kraft. Yesterday proved more than an a hopeful hour: 3.5 hours.
Kraft is obviously devoted to solving MS and improving its victims’ lives; an unassuming man with not one whit of arrogance but a great sense of humor. Kraft and Louisa, a ‘fellow’ training under him, had spent an inordinate amount of time, prior to yesterday, studying her case history all the way back to age 6, as well as Harborview’s aneurysm records, and had lengthy conversations with Dr. Sahkar. They informed that Dr. Sahkar had told them, “She is an amazing woman with an iron will over all the afflictions.” Bonnie calls them “thorns” in her side: like Christ’s minister Saul called Paul.
By the time Bonnie and her daughter left, Kraft and his “fellow” Louisa had established a series of dates with various doctors, dental, and the pain clinic, all to be followed by another meeting with Kraft and Louisa on 09 July. First on the agenda is an MRI of her brain and spine next week: according to Kraft, he has the most powerful of MRI machines in the country and will be able to see what no one else has seen in previous MRI’s. He assured her, “By the time we get through no doctor will dare do the damage Dr. Tiuseco has done to your file and housing will never refuse your herbal expenses again.” Praise the Lord! When He moves, it is in big ways. Never doubt God’s power to back up Truth, brothers and sisters!
This is it for now, our precious brethren! Keep your chins up, your eyes on the clouds, your speech only Truth, and stand as strong as Jesus in the onslaught about to come upon us. Few are aware of just how fast it is approaching. God’s promises never fail; therefore His Christ’s promise to return for us will not fail. It is time!
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Prophecy’s Extra Oil 54: House of Holes Vision
©copyright 2010 Bonita M Quesinberry
News: Power was off for a short time this AM, so delivering your Oil a bit early!
Bank of America charged with fraud in Merrill-Lynch merger and misuse of bailout monies-Executives’ bonuses; Wall St, down over 200 points again! Toyota recalls up to 8.1M cars, brakes/accelerators, FED investigating brake issue; Unemployment, 480K new claims January; Haiti, US church group charged with kidnapping children, lack proper documentation
Sister Debby: message left at FaceBook announcement of this Oil: “I’ve been dreaming of houses with holes. Odd shaped places that I can look through. I wonder who and what is going to fall thru those holes. They seem to be floating. Ok. Can’t wait till Friday to read the “rest of the story”. Love you.”
A House of Holes
©copyright 2006 Bonita M Quesinberry, R.C.
04 January 2005 was the second time in just over a week I’d had the dream; the first was 26 December 2004, just 19 days after my friend Betty had died on the 7th: I shared her home and cared for her during the worst of her final days. I had avoided discernment that first time; perhaps, because it was so soon after Betty’s death and there was a lot I was doing for the family. Although, when it was given to me that second time little more than a week later, I knew I had to act on it and asked others to pray in agreement with me for God’s wisdom and interpretation. It was even more convoluted and metaphoric than the vision I’d had of the church many years before.
“Oh, Lord, make me to understand; does it apply to me, or my daughters, or is this for all the people? Show me if the vision is from you, Lord; and, if so, make me understand its convoluted meanings. Or, show me if it is the Destroyer bent on confusion. In Christ’s precious name, I ask this of thee; make me to understand. Amen and amen!”
It seemed I was in a building of obvious and severe disrepair; in fact, as though it never had been maintained since the day it was built; yet I never saw the outside to discern whether it had been a business structure or multiple dwellings. I was at first uncertain whether I was visiting or moving in, the implication was that I had clothes with me: prepared, as it were. Yet, in the first vision my daughter María was with me as I moved from one atrocious room to another, walls of decaying wood planks revealing chinks of filtered, grayish light.
I finally asked where to put my clothes, despite having nothing in my hands, for I’d not seen a closet. At this point and much to my dismay, I was feeling as if this were where María planned for me to live when I eventually would have to move out of Betty’s home. She opened a small, smelly wardrobe and I merely nodded. We continued through weird twists and turns from one room to another, each much worse than the one before.
The areas were bare, damp and filthy, only one room housing a well-worn, dilapidated bed— one would cringe from lying upon its mussed, dingy sheets— floors rolled up and down from one another; sharp delineations not by steps but by ramshackle decay and a foundation that obviously had broken and sank into different levels. I noticed a narrow, short dead-end hall at one end of what seemed a huge, wide hall in which we now stood— on either side of which were rooms. One wall of the short hall held two separate panel doors painted an unpleasant, deep blue.
“What are those?” I’d asked, thinking the space large enough only for closets or storage of some sort. María opened the first door and smiled as she pointed. The floor was about three feet below its threshold, again no steps down; the semblance of a bathroom in that same shade of blue as the doors. It housed a commode perpetually running as water dripped from the ceiling and a musty, moldy scent overpowered; no shower, sink or tub, as the space was not accommodating.
Her smile widened as María opened the second door to reveal the floor about a foot below us. In sharp contrast, it was pristine, a freshly painted bright white, large medical room with an examining table in its midst. I was aware of other medical paraphernalia but not of what sorts. When asked, María said it was a project her friend was working on but did not state its purpose. Other than when prompted by my queries, María never spoke.
It was then I realized I was visiting, that this dilapidated building must belong to María and/or her friend, whose name I heard her say yet it did not remain with me. All I could think was what a horrible place this was, unfit for man and beast; best torn down to the ground for the rotted rubble it already had become; and, I wondered why I was even visiting. There also seemed to be no order in the arrangement or size of rooms, a sense of chaos and evil hazily pervading the entire structure, making me think someone had been sold a bill of worthless goods. Her pleasure with the place, I came to realize, was because they hoped to restore it for a care home.
In the second vision, there was a brief panning of the exterior as I exited a car; white, seemingly in good repair but inside was the same decay. I never saw kitchen facilities; except this time, in addition to María, there also were Tammy— my foster daughter in Florida— and another dark-haired woman I didn’t know— perhaps the friend María had mentioned previously— and various men I’d never seen before, each of them tall and rather rough in appearance yet neat in dress; contrarily, I was introduced to no one. Investors, perhaps?
This time, however, it was implied that Princess, my ferret, was with me but in her cage somewhere as, again, we walked through rooms that had not changed at all. If anything, the filth and stench of mold and rot were worse, as was a sense of pervading chaos.
Standing in what must have been a living room or waiting area at the front entrance, I was made aware that someone had let Princess out of her cage and she was running all over the place. About this time, Tammy opened the front door and went out, leaving it ajar; despite a quick reminder that Princess was loose and in danger. Tammy’s stance indicated a total lack of caring about Princess’ welfare or anyone else’s, for that matter.
I rushed around trying to find Princess, to no avail, María trailing in my wake as though giving only the appearance of helping. I never actually saw the cage nor saw Princess on the loose. It was as though I’d simply been made aware. And, those men seemed to just get in the way while expressing concern, though it seemed none really cared as they smiled and laughed and strutted around with their hands stuffed in their pant’s pockets— constantly stepping into my hurried path as though to delay me from finding Princess.
Then I discovered a balcony at the other end of that wide hallway, absent of hung doors. It slanted so badly I felt as though I were leaning backward in order to prevent pitching forward as I stepped out onto it. The railing was covered with clear plastic on its outer side, the plastic’s lower edge tacked beneath the decking; as if to keep something in— quite useless, as it were— as opposed to keeping something out.
I heard a noise to my left and looked down in that direction. It appeared Princess was struggling between the plastic and railing adjacent to this deck. Just as I reached to snatch her from there before she could fall, another brunette woman I’d not seen until now, whose upper body suddenly emerged leaning over from the adjacent deck— a balcony I could not actually see— and picked up Princess; except, it wasn’t a ferret she came up with; rather, a medium-sized cat of similar color. She ruffled the cat, turned and disappeared, all the while as though I were invisible to her. Yet, I clearly had seen Princess’ tiny face as she clawed to free her self from the suffocating plastic.
I went back inside to continue searching but, very quickly, this vision of a house full of holes ended for a second time. Both times I emerged from this dream, the overall atmosphere of it seemed one of deliberate misleading and lies built upon crumbling lies. I also came away with the prevailing emotion of neither wanting to be anywhere near the structure nor the people involved; even my own daughters, from whom most of the misleading and lies seemed to be emanating, the others present only there as supporting their efforts. The Holy Spirit’s interpretation:
Rotted Wood, Mold and Poison
©copyright 2006 Bonita M Quesinberry, R.C.
The vision panned a large white house, inside decay
and people moving about; each in the wrong way.
The dream left me perplexed; so, others and I prayed
that the Spirit make me understand by God’s say;
for I know the time is short, the end any day.
“That whore and her daughters’ churches are full of holes,
teeming with poison they empty out twice dead souls;
yet outside, each shrine is a beauty to behold,
walls in My Name but man’s laws posted in fools gold,
that the people believe it’s fine to stray as told.
“Inside: pitching, rolling floors, rotted wood, and mold;
chaotic plans with no doors against Satan’s cold,
and pastors spew bitter bile to kill their goats’ souls:
not all of God’s beginning Law spoken as told;
thus, they stand on a cliff’s edge yet see a clear road.
“And, they feed their goats to the fill with rancid meat,
murdering lost souls they send rushing to defeat;
the fetid stench one of rank hearts eager to cheat:
thus, goats and vile pastors the eagles soon will eat,
once Christ takes up His, proving God cannot be beat.
“Expunge that rotting house; rebuild with God’s fine wood;
by His plan level floors, walls, and hinge doors ye should;
then like Christ, eat God’s Word that change ye might and could.
God soon repays with eternal life, if ye would;
but, if ye would not, ye shall perish: as thou should.
“Heed the warning God’s herald brings to thee for light;
circumcise thine heart with My Law as a sharp knife;
accept My Son Christ, that ye might avoid man’s strife;
obey My Doctrine, that thy virtue be seen rife:
then, when My Son comes, ye shall have eternal life.”
As all of you know, Princess died at 2:00pm 28 January 2010: her struggle to breathe so resembled her struggle in this vision. Now I better understand her implied presence in the dream was an indication of multiple-events in a specific time line: her death and possibly mine to follow prior to Christ’s return to include the crucial time Holy Spirit gave to us months ago: Christ’s return no later than mid-November to mid-October 2011, though myself and others feel it will be sooner, even 2010. I had asked the Lord to let Princess to stay with me until my time to depart this life; thus, since she is now gone, I feel my time may come before Christ arrives. Still, He will raise me up to Him. Praise the Lord!
The presence of my daughter and foster daughter were used in two ways: 1. that Tammy, who had been lukewarm for 28 years, went “out” from that moldy house to breathe the fresh air of God’s Truth; and 2. both girls reflected the true emotions and characters of the Great Whore and her harlot daughters, today represented by the World Church. They were indifferent and without conscience, as are Satan’s synagogues; in Truth, both my daughters trust God, His Law and Jesus and neither are now lukewarm: rather, HOT.
Indeed, the World Church is a house of holes, rotting wood, and poison turning out twice dead souls. Its centuries of lies built upon lies and more lies, the many rooms being many denominations of unharmonious doctrines, are crumbling before our very eyes, Jack Van Impe one example of its leaderss crumbling into illogical stories constantly changing. It is without remorse; unrepentant of its lies to the world; without guilt of its bloody history and the blood it shall soon spill again. It is without conscience, so it and its leaders can lie with such smooth ease: it slays its own with cunning grins and false promises of eternal life for even the unredeemable, the unholy, the unrighteous: a promise of eternal life that it never can give, giving in return only broken promises to be destroyed by fire.
This vision came the second time on 04 January 2005, then was followed on the morning of 16 January 2005 by my awakening in tears as the Holy Spirit spoke to me (poem: I Lay Weeping), telling me it was too late for the world at large to turn around. Alas, as the copyright notices indicate, the vision was not shared with Christ’s Sheep until 25 January 2006; however, the awakening was shared on the date it occurred, in so much pain our Father was that I had to put the emotions and words into writing immediately.
Satan did not want A House of Holes, the vision to reach anyone; thus, on 28 June 2005, Satan struck me down with a brain aneurysm and I lay on my sofa for five days. On 02 July, my neighbor rushed me to Bremerton’s Harris Hospital, who quickly transferred me to Seattle’s Harborview Hospital. Surgery was performed early on 03 July and I survived against all odds: statistically no one survives the type, size and location of the aneurysm I experienced. It was huge, in the right temporal lobe and blew in my surgeon’s hands.
He has tried so many times since I was age 6, but again Satan failed to kill me and the vision would finally reach one small flock of Sheep on 04 January 2006 for them to share with others; but not before 09 December 2005, when Gabriel awoke me again as His words mingled with my tears (poem: Again This Dawn). He reminded me to inform the Sheep of the times and to recognize the Apostate Church accompanied with another plea to those who had yet to “come out of her, my people,” out from her and/or her daughters, as well as another warning to the lukewarm and another chance to reach the cold. Much of the time, I feel as though no one is listening, muchless heeding: it breaks my heart.
In both awakenings, my tears flowed for the lost but was felt more deeply because I sensed the extreme, overwhelming grief God is feeling for those who refuse to turn and those who refuse to come out from; and, now it is almost too late in the day for even the lukewarm: the eleventh hour is upon us. God is about to spew out of His mouth the lukewarm. Please, make the choice to use the Truth you know to stoke your spiritual fires until you are on fire for God, Christ and their Truth in oneness; and if cold, instantly embrace the Truth that has been brought to you: Truth which will set you free of man’s deadly form of the Word; freedom then will carry you to eternal life!
My daughter arrived today and, early tomorrow morning, we will make the 100-mile trip into Seattle’s Harborview Hospital. They will be performing an angioplasty on me for an annual check-up, so to speak, since I underwent surgery last year for a “huge” right temporal lobe aneurysm. At the time, they also found a small aneurysm at the base of my skull on the left side. My prognosis at the time was considered terminal, so they did not address the small aneurysm in that the large one was life threatening. (see “Blessings In Disguise”)
I’ve already claimed total healing; however, the scheduled procedure is not without risk, so I ask everyoneto pray for our awesome Lord’s will over me and His control over the doctor’s hands. I will know the results when I see my neurosurgeon on Wednesday afternoon.
Also, I ask the Lord for strength to endure these tests and the great number of draining hours this will involve. Still recovering from having broken my back, my health also is compromised by MS, Lupus and a number of other issues. And, I ask for strength for my daughter, who has been quick to my side throughout this past year.
Thank you so much for your prayers! Much love in Christ, BonnieQ
Blessings In Disguise ©copyright 2005 Bonita M Quesinberry, R.C.
Is there anything good about having MS or Lupus or one or more of a host of other diseases? Most readers know that this author lives with those two and more; but, many may not be aware that, about eight weeks ago (06/25/05), I experienced a deadly brain aneurysm and, ultimately, underwent the prescribed surgery.
The prognosis was not good: Dr. Sehkar advised my daughter that he did not think I would make it to surgery; but, if I did, the outcome would be either my death or in a perpetual coma or, at the very best, I would awaken but be paralyzed and unable to speak. Well, none of those things occurred. I was moving and talking when I awoke in recovery and the doctors— there were five on my neurosurgery team— declared me a miracle defying statistical odds. The huge aneurysm was above my right eye in the right temporal lobe, our motor center; in fact, it blew just as they were about to clamp it.
What surprised doctors even more was the fact I laid on my sofa for five days, without dying, before my neighbor Judy insisted on taking me to the hospital. Ironically, I had been diagnosed with degenerative vascular disease at age 23 and declared a candidate for major stroke or aneurysm or cerebral hemorrhage; thus, it was nothing short of a miracle I had made it to 61 before doctors’ predictions came true.
My doctors stated that most people don’t know they have a brain aneurysm until it’s too late. Asked what I thought was wrong with me, I responded, “a weird migraine.” It was different than any migraine I’d ever experienced, most of which pain I would have rated a 10 on a scale of 1 to 10 or like being hit by a Mac truck.
This headache, however, came on suddenly and unexpectedly; so, heed doctors’ warnings about sudden unusual headaches. Albeit, for several years prior to this event, I had experienced such headaches on a less intensive scale but they would pass, usually within 24 hours. In this case, however, it felt as though my ears inexplicably closed up to cause tremendous pressure.
Almost instantly, an explosive pain hit the base of my skull and engulfed my entire head, followed by what I can describe only as mini-explosions traveling down my spine all the way to the tailbone: I would learn that this latter was blood spilling from the brain into the spinal column. When asked to rate the pain, I compared it to being hit by a 747 jet plane; so big it makes a Mac truck look like a toy. This pain never stopped.
Still, I went into that hospital 5 days later declaring God’s protective wings over me and telling the doctors that very fact. And blessings? I’ve always been blessed by MS, Lupus, and even this aneurysm. Because God’s Holy Spirit has shown me God’s ways, I do not take man’s medications for the diseases or migraines and I eat as the book of Genesis indicates: all natural. So, I’ve been blessed with only episodes rather than steady decline.
As for the aneurysm, so many blessings came out of it that I hardly could count them all. I received calls from poet friends from all over the country as well as flowers. My daughter quickly arrived from Oregon and my ex-daughter-in-law flew in from Texas, this latter of whom I’d not seen in 11 years, though we often talk on the phone. My friend of over 40 years, Anita, flew up from Texas, my surrogate granddaughter from Florida and another from Texas. Local friends also surrounded me. I’m not sure I realized just how blessed I am with such a volume of friends and family until this happened. Even my son called the house from Texas!
My daughter took care of my finances, my home and gardens and my ferrets; then reported more blessings! She also went online to my various ministry websites to advise members and to ask for their prayers. María said the first two days she was here, the phone rang nonstop with calls inquiring after my health and stating what I meant spiritually to each caller from all over the world: Africa, Australia, England, Germany, New Zealand, Canada, and all across the United States. This astounded me, for I had no idea my mission for Christ had been having such an impact! What a blessing this was, for it confirmed that I must remain here to continue His work of spreading His Truth!
The obvious blessing, of course, was the fact God assured that I did not fit into any medical statistics! Obviously, Jesus is not ready for me to rest until shortly before His glorious return. The less obvious blessing in all the health issues I’ve grappled with since age 6, is each time Lucifer attacks my body, unbeknownst to him he confirms that I belong to our Father and our Saviour Christ. After all, Satan need not attack his own.
The greatest blessing, from my perspective, was from the beginning— even the five days I lay on my sofa— I considered this trauma an opportunity to witness of and for God and His Son Jesus: to my neighbor who was raised atheist, then the doctors and nurses and even my roommate, with whom I eventually shared a hospital room, and her son!
In the beginning, it was proposed that I might be feeling a bit of fear and, perhaps, even a slight panic. I recall speaking to Anita within minutes of the explosive event, during which time we immediately began praying: in effect, putting God in charge. Despite the most horrendous pain I’d ever felt in my life, I adamantly stated, “I’m not the least afraid or in a panic. What I feel is a foot-stomping rage at Satan! He screwed up my plans for the day!” Little did I know he’d actually messed up my plans for the year!
Another blessing was one of the doctors on my team, a young resident. Before surgery, I had advised them to note on my chart “DNR— do not resuscitate— and NO LIFE SUPPORT MACHINES.” When asked if I had that in writing, I responded pointedly, “No, but I have a background in law and each one of you is a witness to what I just said with my own mouth; therefore, you are legally bound to honor my wishes. Also, my children know this is my desire; so, if you don’t honor it, my daughter will be all over you like fleas on a dog!” The neurosurgeon grinned and instructed that my chart be so noted.
Nevertheless, that young resident was obviously troubled and visited my room several hours later to ask me why. I advised, “You nor any other man will bear the burden of my life or death. I shall live or die solely by the hand of God; and, I shall not have my family put through the trauma of life support machines, et cetera.” He pondered my words, then looked into my eyes with a soft smile and said, “I understand.” I know he did.
Of course, the doctors were a bit evasive after surgery when I told them the right side of my throat was sore, “Oh, well, we will put you on some antibiotics.” Naturally, it was sore because they did have me on a breathing machine during surgery and had removed it before I awoke. I had to laugh when my daughter told me this after I arrived back home weeks later; after all, that was typical procedure for this type of surgery. And, the only disservice those doctors did? Well, while they had my face pealed back, the least they could have done was give me a facelift in the bargain!
I am recovering slowly, living with pain for a while longer, still do not have full use of my right eye but it is opening a little more as time passes. I do know that if I had not gained strength and endurance over the previous two years, there would have been a very strong possibility that I would not yet be walking or the outcome could have been dramatically different.
So, I share with all of you: get plenty of exercise, fresh air and sunshine, eat healthy live foods, pay attention to anything unusual going on in your body. And, most of all, put your life in God’s capable hands: after all, He is the great physician, knows these bodies quite well as our Creator, is the giver and taker of life, and His timing is perfect.
UPDATE: 09/17/06— here it is fifteen months since the aneurysm and, until four weeks ago, I had been progressing just fine: within two months of the surgery I was mowing the acre of lawn, maintaining gardens, driving and shopping, etc. Today, my right eye is completely restored. Satan is so enraged, however, that he has yet to succeed in shutting my mouth for God: he’s been attempting to kill me since I was six years old.
Thus, on August 20th, he broke my back: he thought surely this would stop the Truth I spread for God. After all, surely I would not be able to walk or sit at my computer and, surely, I finally would curse God. As I had done when I went down with the aneurysm, I went down this time saying, “You are NOT winning this round, either, Satan!” And, I immediately began speaking with my Lord. And, as with the aneurysm, I was outside and had collapsed where no one would have seen me, muchless have heard my screams for help. And, once again, God got me up and as far as my neighbor’s house. She heard my cries for help and came running.
The first option the doctors gave was surgery. “We aren’t going there,” I said. So, two weeks in a nursing home for rehab. “Well, we aren’t going there, either. I have to be at home to care for my ferrets.” The final option was to test pain medication to see if it would allow me to walk with a walker. It worked and I came home the same evening.
My daughter arrived two days later and I began chiropractic treatments (low impact, he works above and below the break to keep everything else in alignment). Immediately, Lupus kicked in to shut down my digestive system, bowels, and a severe bladder infection developed virtually over night. A 3-day round of antibiotic was in order. For the other problems, I knew which herbs I needed and I’m taking them. It is now 4 weeks down the road and I am doing very well, having weaned myself off all meds except late evening for pain. I hope to have that dose eliminated shortly; after which, I will put myself through the colon cleanse program to get all those drug toxins out of my body. And, my ministries never even felt the wrench Satan attempted to throw into the works.
Like Paul, I’d rather have adversities and illnesses and persecutions than to lose Christ within me and the Holy Spirit who empowers me; though incredibly unworthy I am, I remain eternally grateful that God would choose this sinful Eve to be one of His handmaidens. He changed me completely from the inside out. I am especially awed that He even bestowed incredible gifts of the Spirit upon me, a mere unworthy woman.
Remember God’s words, “I do not bring these adversities upon you, but if you will give them to me, I will turn them into blessings.” He has done just that for me each and every time Satan rears his ugly head.
God is good, God is faithful, God keeps His promises, and He has never let me down. Give your whole life to Him and He will never let you down. May all of you readers be as blessed as I have been blessed!
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