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Sister Magdalene's Testimony Part 2

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(Message Transcript - Part 1)

When I came from the hospital and had contracted colic, I would scream uncontrollably, to the top of my lungs, for hours and hours. It would last into the night and for a couple of days later. They seemed as if they were trying to justify having sent me away and were still agonizing over that decision ten years later. I mean, I was a kid. I didn’t really think about what they were telling me, but I do remember that they did try to tell me. I felt sorry for them. But, you know, they didn’t know all of what happened to me, they just told me that part. Because looking back to that situation, had they known the truth of what was going to happen to me, they would never have let me go, I’m almost sure of that. They said they only sought outside help when they tried everything within their power and still could do nothing for me. This is when they sought my great-grandmother’s help.

My great-grandmother, whom everybody called Ma Wendy, kept me for at least a year, or at least until I began walking. I vaguely recall seeing glimpses of myself walking around her DC, Georgia Avenue apartment. I would see myself sometimes standing and playing with the elderly, gray-headed, wheelchair-bound Mr. Jackson, whom great grandma also kept in her home. She kept him and she kept a young baby in her home too. So, you know, when I grew up, I wanted to emulate my great-grandmother. I mean, she kept children, she watched elderly people, I mean I thought she was a good role model, and I wanted to do that too when I grew up. I did actually, I taught school, I loved children, I love keeping older people. I actually thought my grandmother was my mother. And I’m sure that hurt my mother, probably. When I came home, I was estranged from my mother, for most of my life, until I became a Christian in 1979 and she also became a Christian a couple of years later. We started getting better but I missed those times…I wasn’t close to her. I actually watched my sisters be really close with my mother, go out to dinner, go to clubs and hang out. I didn’t hang out like that with my mom. Because I thought she didn’t like me or love me. We didn’t get along and now I finally know why. We had no bonding time, my mother and I. I had missed that during my year or so at my great-grandmother’s.

My life has literally not been my own for sixty-one years. That’s basically what Jesus was telling me. I was living a double life. During those sixty-one stolen years, from the beginning, I was assigned programmers and handlers for my entire existence, from three months old up until this day. The main job of these people was to make me an Illuminati slave, and I think I was. Specifically a breeder, Jesus said. A sex machine to supply children for sacrifices and some children were for members of my family who were not able to have their own children.

When I was given to my great-grandmother, they split my brain into many pieces by continuous ritual, sexual abuse, and mind control, using drugs and alcohol to create other identities and personalities in me, which they could then control at will. Their main objective to make me corrupt, sinister, and evil personified doing evil deeds immoral and venial sins that were against God and Christ and against the Holy Commandment so I would be like my then father - Satan.

Most children die under the pressure of abuse, of daily abuse. Jesus even talked about that to Mother Clare, how children are tortured and some of them don’t survive because of the daily sexual abuse. I do remember some things. I don’t remember ever being abused sexually by anybody or even tortured. But I do recall my great-grandmother would come over every now and then and she would take me to the store to buy me short-shorts, of all things, you know, hot pants. I think I was eight…seven, eight, nine, and ten, but I always remember she would always buy me hot pants…way up my legs, hot pants. So, what Jesus told me…I started seeing that what He told me was really true about me.

But He gave me extraordinary graces that kept me alive for sixty-one years (sixty-one years then, when He told me, but now, like I said, I will be sixty-five this year) and He revealed the truth to me. Forty- two years ago, when I was twenty-one the word of the Lord came to me and said, I would do a great end-time work for him and over the years, he has told me of the many things I would do about this time.

Before coming to Jesus I was tormented about my Halloween. I had a real head-trip about Halloween. I could not get myself together because, for one thing, I had this mental torture and anxiety my whole life. I hated myself, I hated my life and I hated everyone. I had no love for anyone…this is just how I lived. And I was really young. I was miserable, I was the worst of the worst sinner, I thought. I was powerless to stop sinning. I was drowning in sin and misery. And at nineteen years old, I became pregnant with my son, Lamont and I tried to kill him too. I had heard some girls at school talking about how they would get rid of their unwanted babies by using a coat hanger, of all things.
And when I found that I was pregnant, my sister had been pregnant two years before I did. My parents sent her to a school for unwed mothers and I was so terrified that that was what they were going to do with me. And so, after I heard what the girls said, I went and got a coat hanger. I put out paper in the bathroom and laid on the bathroom floor and I opened that coat hanger up and I stuck it up me with all the power that I had, and I hit something, I could feel it, and blood started gushing all over the bathroom floor and I got scared. I was like, “Lord (I actually said Lord) I don’t want to kill my baby.” I really didn’t. I wanted my baby. It was something and someone that I could love because I didn’t have love, I didn’t feel love in my home. Even though it was eight of us in the home, I felt no love from my mother, no love from my father, even though I loved them, I didn’t know how to receive love.

So, the Lord wouldn’t allow me to kill my son, He wouldn’t. So I got up off the floor, cleaned up everything and my mother took me to the doctor, and he told her that I was pregnant. And when I finally had my son, it was the worst experience ever, but I loved my son. He was like my little angel. Two months after he was born, the doctors told me that he had a hole in his heart. And I thought, “Oh my God, I did that to my son when I tried to abort him, but I thank God that he didn’t allow me to do it. Two years before my sister had given birth and my sister gave that baby away. I was scared that that was going to happen to me.
For the first eleven years of my life I had been a liar, a thief, I used drugs, I smoked marijuana, I was an alcoholic I think at eight, I lied, I stole, I did drugs, I did anything and everything imaginable. I was a bully, I stole one of my friend’s house keys and I would go in her house and take money…I hate to even say this stuff, but I did some terrible things as a kid that I wish I hadn’t, but they had programmed me to do all of these things. Taught me how to steal, how to lie, how to cheat…just everything evil. I had no goodness in me at all. I was devoid of emotion. There was a time when I didn’t feel anything for anybody, and I wanted to end my life. This was around 1976, I turned twenty that year. I was just the evilest person around. I didn’t care about anybody, and I was happy to die because my life was just terrible.

(Message Transcript - Part 2)

I got mad at my mother; we had our first fight. She kicked me out. I had just turned twenty-one and I had nowhere to live, I was homeless. But I had my son, and my mother would not let me take him out of the house. She said, “You can go and destroy your life if you want to, but you are not taking my grandson out here and destroy his life too. So she wouldn’t let me take him. And the Lord had a place for me out in Alexandria, VA., with a woman who had a ministry for at-risk mothers and their children. And the guy I was going with at the time, took me there, it was his sister-in-law. And she let me come live with her… me and my son. I stayed with her for ten years. She told me about Jesus. Oh my goodness, the first day she saw me she said, I had a dream that this light-skinned woman and her son were coming to my house. She told me, she said, “Jesus loves you; do you know that?” And I was like, what is this lady talking about? She said, “Jesus…Loves…You.” And that was something that I had never heard. Nobody had ever told me that Jesus loved me. She had this song by The Sensational Nightingales. And they were telling people how to get saved. Every day she would go to work, I would put that record on, and I would get down on my knees and I asked Jesus every day for about two weeks, to come into my life. I did everything the guy said in the song. They said you’ll say this, ask Jesus into your heart, and look at your hands and they look new, look at your face and it looks new…. I looked in the mirror and I looked like the same old sinner that I was. And so I would do it again. I said, okay, it didn’t take, and I would get down on my knees and I’d say, “Jesus, please save me, I wanna be saved. I’m a sinner, help me! I don’t want to live like this.” So, finally, the lady came home from work one day and she said, Marilyn, have you asked Jesus to come into your heart? And I was embarrassed. I didn’t want her to know. I thought, how does she know my business? But God told her that I had been getting on my knees every day for about two weeks and repented. And He wanted her to tell me that He heard me and that I was saved the first time I got on my knees. I was so happy,

I loved Jesus so much for loving me! I’m telling you; I went to the library. I was like, I want to know this man, Jesus because he loves me. No man had ever told me that, that they loved me; no woman had ever told me that; my parents, if they told me, I didn’t know. I fell in love with Jesus, and I wanted to know everything about him.

I want to fast forward to March 2014 when I began seeking Jesus on the internet because He told me that He was going to speak to His people in the last days, on the internet. So I was looking for Jesus on the internet and I came across this website called Still Small Voice and Heartdwellers. And I was like, “Jesus, is this you?” and so I started listening. And I saw a picture of Mother Clare and I was like, she’s a New Ager and I turned away. So I said, Jesus, that’s not you. He said, “Go back”. He said, “Listen to her.” So, I went back to her channel. Then I saw her, and Father Ezekiel and I said, they are New Agers, this is not Jesus. I turned off. Then Jesus said, “Go back, listen to her voice and you will hear Me”. So I turned back again, and I started listening. And I’ve been listening ever since March 2014, to Mother Clare and Father Ezekiel and Heartdwellers. I love them. So, today, in June, I am a member of Mother Clare’s and Father Ezekiel’s Sacred Heart Refuge Community in Taos, New Mexico.
I have been here, it will be one year next month and I am a priest now, Praise God! I am so grateful to God for all that He has done in my life; for all that He has taken me through over the years, the good and the bad. I’m so happy for it all! I’m happy to have met Mother Elisha and Mother Elizabeth and all the people here at the Refuge. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

So, I’m happy to tell my testimony, even though I was afraid. I was afraid to tell my testimony because I was like, people are going to look at me bad, they are going to think the worst of me. But you know what, I don’t care…I don’t care, I’m not ashamed of what I’ve been through because it’s the power of God that saved me. And God needs my testimony because so many people have lived the life that I have lived. So many people have been bound by the Illuminati families, the Masonic families, and everything. And there is no power but God’s; His earth-shaking, soul-saving, blood-washed power is able to transform a miserable wretch like me from an Illuminati slave, born and raised, to a priest and God-fearing Woman of God.

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