StriderTheNoble

‘If I had a ——- (compound word) in hand …all of life would have been done in a dentists office’ This was written on a sign using metal tools Of what looked like torture and alchemy book spines in the background of the sign. A German (?) girl laughed about it and the guy sitting across from her asked me what it meant in English. I translated it from English to Spanish so he would get the general idea. He didn’t seem to care. I had been worshiping with believers in a house meeting, in an apartment there were people from Spain, and English speaking neighbors and people from Latin America. At first, before worship, it was told that a miracle would happen and we would see something. Within a few minutes, a young man turned pale and began to choke. No one acted to help him. Next, a woman in her 50’s much like our friend Maria Esperanza also began to have dificulta breathing. I jumped to my feet seeing no one else was getting up to help her and the young man. She bagan to fall over but I put my hands around her to do the heimlick maneuver. She stayed unconscious but as I laid her down I put my fingers under her nose to make sure she was breathing. When I cleared her throat, I think someone else got up to help the young man, but I knew that by clearing the throat of the woman I help had simultaneously cleared his. They were both saved and we becan worshiping. I moved some things off a rocking chair so that the seat could be made available. I noticed Dave Woodrum standing. But, he had been in a conversation and stood to rise from his seat and while he was standing, a woman went behind him and sat down. He didn’t realize and went to sit back down, and it was very embarrassing. He corrected, and as I moved passed him, he tried to correct his embarrassment by giving me a swat on the butt. I felt bad for him, and indicated the other chair I had just moved things out of, but a younger man was just beginning to sit in it. At that point, we were singing ‘you are good, good, ohh ohhh’ and everyone was singing together. I needed a break and thought I would escape to use the restroom upstairs. (We were hosting, it was our home. Émerie was downstairs with the others sleeping face up) I went upstairs and I was in the upstairs of the KC city house. It was all white and blank and every door was open. I heard a deep creaK of a door beginning to close and was filled with great great oppressive fear and I called out ‘HELP!!!!!!!!!!’ For my family below to run up and start praying for me. The upstairs needed to be spiritually cleaned out. I woke up with the cry of help audible and Paul prayed for me. It was 6:12 when I woke up.