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The Money Changers system of usury was incompatible with the new leader of the carpenters union. Jesus was a man who inspired in his followers superhuman feats of strength. Superhuman feats of strength trumped the currency of the day.
The Money Changers paid law enforcers to nail Jesus onto a cross pole until he was dead. There was great consternation among the people and they aired their grievances in an effort to find a new consensus reality.
On my first night in a Mental Health Unit, I had a dream; demonic forces were battling with the Angels of Heaven over my soul. I remember praising Jesus. Then the Angels of Heaven dropped me into Hell.
I came out the other side, into 24hr observation and a fear of sharp objects.
In my life in my dream world, I have thrice invoked the name of Jesus to repel demonic attacks. I have not done this in a conscious capacity, I am not religious, nor do I repeat any dogma. I have however written about my own Jesus sighting.
So when a cute bearded neighbor boy walked by and loudly exclaimed,” Merry Christmas," I yelled back "Praise Jesus" and then briefly had an inappropriate thought.
The Money Changers system of usury was incompatible with the new leader of the carpenters union. Jesus was a man who inspired in his followers superhuman feats of strength. Superhuman feats of strength trumped the currency of the day.
The Money Changers paid law enforcers to nail Jesus onto a cross pole until he was dead. There was great consternation among the people and they aired their grievances in an effort to find a new consensus reality.
On my first night in a Mental Health Unit, I had a dream; demonic forces were battling with the Angels of Heaven over my soul. I remember praising Jesus. Then the Angels of Heaven dropped me into Hell.
I came out the other side, into 24hr observation and a fear of sharp objects.
In my life in my dream world, I have thrice invoked the name of Jesus to repel demonic attacks. I have not done this in a conscious capacity, I am not religious, nor do I repeat any dogma. I have however written about my own Jesus sighting.
So when a cute bearded neighbor boy walked by and loudly exclaimed,” Merry Christmas," I yelled back "Praise Jesus" and then briefly had an inappropriate thought.