i agree with that pat  you know i just wish satan would leave us be as
well. i hate satan so very much  and hate  that he is deceiving many
people.  that devil in hell won't spoil our joy and know what i say
satan get lost and burn in hell and leave us be.

On 10/11/14, Pat Ferguson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Dear Phil,
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> Thanks so much for sharing that.
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> I just wish Satan would leave everyone alone forever and let us do
> what Holy Spirit wants us to do.
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> Thanks much.
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> Many Blessings,
>
> Pat Ferguson
> "I can Do all Things Through Christ Who Strengthens Me" Philippians 4:13.
>
>
> At 03:53 PM 10/10/2014, you wrote:
>>I am typing some articles to post on this list related to the basics
>>of prayer, that is, how to get started and what to expect.  So,
>>since I always try and explain, if you are frustrated with your
>>prayer relationship with the Lord, or worse yet, you feel as if you
>>have no prayer relationship with the Lord at all, let me explain
>>what happened to me today as an encouragement.  I was healed today
>>in a emotionally damaged place in 20 seconds.
>>
>>In recent weeks, a single snap shot picture of something that
>>happened to me when I was 16 years young has been popping in and out
>>of my mind.  To show you how spiritual I am, I didn't realize it was
>>the Lord deliberately bringing this memory to mind so He could heal
>>me of the pain of a lie.  In the past two weeks, this memory came to
>>the surface of my thoughts probably two dozen times and I just
>>quickly dismissed it.  Since it happened 46 years ago, it has come
>>to mind probably more than a few hundred times.  Furthermore, this
>>memory has bothered me all these many years and I never knew it till
>>today.  So let me tell you about it.
>>
>>I met a girl named Sharon, I wrote about her in my autobiography, as
>>a junior in high school.  I had left the school for the blind so I
>>could live at home and attend the public high school in my
>>neighborhood.  I'd be going to college soon anyway, I knew, so why
>>not jump in now and start getting used to crowds of people, miles of
>>corridors, mountains of stair wells, and acres of concrete that
>>covered a whole city block.  Yes, I was scared spitless.  2,622
>>students all jammed into a building built to house just 1,500
>>students and me, the only blind guy, stumbling along and trying not
>>to be knocked down as I ran from one end of the building to the
>>other to get to my next class; a loaded briefcase in one hand and a
>>white cane in the other.  I rode on the back of my Christian friends
>>motorcycle holding on with my left hand to the safety strap between
>>us, put their for just such a purpose, and my briefcase in my right
>>hand, hanging down along side of my leg, and my white fiberglass
>>cane tucked up under my arm and sticking out front to back so we
>>looked like a motorcycle with a big horizontal radio antenna,
>>almost, rolling down the crowded busy morning streets to school.
>>
>>I was feeling sorry for myself one morning, as I stood just outside
>>the early morning classroom, waiting for it to let out when this
>>girl walked up and said, "Hi.  My name is Sharon."  I about fell
>>over.  I had 3 volunteer readers, one girl and two guys, and they
>>always said hello when seeing me in the hall but this girl wasn't
>>one of those.  A stranger, of all things, talking to me out of the
>>blue.  Less than a month later, I did LSD for the first time at
>>Sharon's home before her parents got home from work.
>>
>>Later that night, Sharon's boyfriend, Rick, got off work and picked
>>us up to go to the party at Mike's house.  This was a drop pad
>>because Mike's mother left each weekend and let Mike have a houseful
>>of people as long as they didn't end up with the cops showing
>>up.  LSD, speed or amphetamines, Marijuana, hash, and other drugs
>>you shot with a needle into a vein, were all available.  Music
>>played upstairs and downstairs in the basement.  Kids roamed from
>>room to room stone on LSD or high on marijuana and smoked
>>cigarettes.  Sex was free and frequent in  the bedrooms.  Others
>>just too stoned to do much, sat and listened to the psychedelic
>>music, as it was called then, and some tried to dance.
>>
>>Since I had taken the LSD just after getting to Sharon's house after
>>school, it must have been 4 PM when I got started on my first LSD
>>trip.  I took a half a tablet because neither Sharon or I knew what
>>it might do to me.  Two hours later we found out.
>>
>>I was seated in a stuffed chair at Mike's pad and Sharon was next to
>>me with Rick.  Sharon elected not to trip that night in case
>>something went wrong with me so I felt secure.  The LSD was slowly
>>fading away as we neared midnight; when mom said I had to be
>>home.  A girl walked up and started talking to Sharon about
>>me.  Sharon explained I was blind, we went to Benson High, and so
>>on, and I just sat there listening to the music and not paying
>>attention to what the two girls were talking about.  All of the
>>sudden, I heard the girl say, "Well, can he talk."  She had one of
>>those rich girl sounds to her voice, they were often called Valley
>>girls, or just Val girls back then because many of the kids showing
>>up from the high school Rick attended were from wealthy
>>families.  Something pricked me like a pin and it hurt so I spoke
>>up, in less than a friendly voice, and said, "Yes, I can talk!"  She
>>walked away without trying to talk to me personally.  This had
>>happen to me before at the public high school and the tone was
>>always less than friendly, condescending, and spoken with that
>>quality of voice that made one feel like a circus pet a student
>>brought to school for show and tell.  I didn't know until today,
>>that this memory had a painful lie buried deep inside it and was
>>being disguised and camouflaged by a tiny amount of anger.
>>
>>Today, when the memory popped into my mind, it finally hit me; the
>>Lord was trying to tell me something.  I just always figured it was
>>no big deal but today, I felt the pain because I went looking for it
>>in silent prayer.  "Lord?" I asked, "Are you trying to show me
>>something that's wrong in this memory from 46 years ago?"  I heard
>>in my thoughts, "Do you feel the pain right now? He asked"  I said,
>>"No.  I feel a faint amount of anger."  "That's right," the Lord
>>said, "and why?  Look deeper."  I realized the anger would take me
>>to the lie; the lie that I wasn't like everybody else and was looked
>>upon differently.  After I saw it as Jesus did, the Lord confirmed
>>this was the lie so I said, "So what's the truth?"  The Lord said in
>>my mind, "I am greater than these words."  I instantly felt the
>>freedom as the peace replaced the anger and feelings of
>>rejection.  It all took less than 20 seconds, and I never spoke out
>>loud one time, and I can't even walk and chew gum at the same time.
>>
>>In the next few postings, you are going to read about other such
>>healings.  You also are going to learn how simple and just how fast
>>and automatic this form of prayer becomes.
>>
>>Phil.
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