Perfect Company

By Gloria Divine

Gloria’s life was threatened many times by evildoers but Jesus was always there. She experienced many spiritual and physical difficulties with the production of this book but with the help of Jesus, His Mother and the Saints, she lived to tell the story. Satan and his agents worked hard to prevent this book from being published. However, Jesus was always ahead of them.

This book tells us that God our creator, is very near to us. We are His sacred temples, He hears, sees, and knows everything about us. He is interested in our lives and even more interested in our souls. He will befriend each one of us as He did with Gloria.

This book will appeal to you if you:
Have loved the Lord all your life and now you want to learn more about His mysteries.
Are an atheist – thinking that God does not exist.
Are sitting on the fence not knowing which way to turn.
Think your life is fulfilled – you do not need God or you put God in His place.
Are just using God for your convenience.
Are a Priest or Pastor wandering why your congregation is so faithless.
Are just curious.

For more information about the book, visit https://www.jesusperfectcompany.com/ .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press AU
• Release date: Apr 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781452508016

Gloria Divine

Gloria is a retired lady in her sixties. She resides in a Sydney suburb of Australia. Gloria writes for the glory of God, not for her own gratification. Originally from Jamaica, she has been living in Western culture since childhood.

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Cover Photo: Image of Jesus as Divine Mercy. In 1931 Jesus requested Saint Faustina Kowalska to paint this picture.

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The author of this book does not dispense medical advice or prescribe the use of any technique as a form of treatment for physical, emotional, or medical problems without the advice of a physician, either directly or indirectly. The intent of the author is only to offer information of a general nature to help you in your quest for emotional and spiritual well-being. In the event you use any of the information in this book for yourself, which is your constitutional right, the author and the publisher assume no responsibility for your actions.

Balboa Press rev. date: 07/25/2019

CONTENTS

Note to readers

Scripture

Acknowledgements

Preface

Introduction

Chapter One – The Early Years

Chapter Two – Spiritual Battle 1 – England

∆ 1: Baptism

Chapter Three – Spiritual Discoveries – USA

Chapter Four – Bound for Australia

Chapter Five – Spiritual Battle 2 – Australia

∆ 2: I Changed My Name

Chapter Six – Spiritual Battle 3 – Australia

∆ 3: The Holy Mass

Chapter Seven – Year 2001

Chapter Eight – Year 2002

∆ 4: The Holy Eucharist

Chapter Nine – Year 2003

Chapter Ten – Year 2004

Chapter Eleven – Year 2005

∆ 5: The Holy Mother of God

Chapter Twelve – Year 2006

∆ 6: The Holy Cross of Jesus

Chapter Thirteen – Year 2007

∆ 7: Evil Manifestations Encountered In My Life

Chapter Fourteen – Year 2008

∆ 8: Encounters With Evil In The Workplace

Chapter Fifteen – Year 2009

∆ 9: The Holy Rosary – A Prayer for All Times

Conclusion Statement

Photographs

Endnotes

Dedicated to

The Most Holy Trinity, Our Holy Mother Mary, the Angels

and the Saints in Heaven.

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NOTE TO READERS

Scripture quotations are taken from The Holy Bible, Revised Standard Version, Catholic edition, second edition, copyright 2006, Ignatius Press, San Francisco.

The names of all characters in this publication have been changed, and any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

All references to God, holy beings and religious people begin with an upper case letter. This is to acknowledge their importance in the family of God.

The devil, satan and anything to do with hell begins with a lower case letter. In some cases, satan is referred to as ‘It’.

Unless the possessive pronoun belongs to the name of a church or a Feast day, the author prefers to use lower case when referring to our Lord and our Lady, so that the focus and the importance is not placed on the person, but on Jesus and Mary.

At times, the author has given a reflection or her view on different subjects that she sees as important. These are placed at the end of relevant chapters and can be identified by a triangle followed by a number before the title of the topic e.g., ∆ 1: Baptism

SCRIPTURE

(1John 5:5-13)

Who is it that overcomes the world? Only those who believe that Jesus is the Son of God. This is he who came by water and blood,

Jesus Christ, not with the water only

but with the water and the blood. And the Spirit is the witness because the Spirit is the truth. There are three witnesses: the Spirit, the water, and the blood; and these three agree.

If we accept the testimony of men, the testimony of God is greater;

for this is the testimony of God, that he has borne witness to his Son.

Those who believe in the Son of God have the testimony inside him.

Anyone who does not believe God, has made him a liar

because he has not believed in the testimony that God has borne to his Son.

This is the testimony: God has given us eternal life, and this life is in his Son.

Anyone who has the Son has life;

anyone who does not have the Son of God does not have life.

I have written this to you who believe in the name of the Son of God,

that you may know that you have eternal life.

(Mark 7:20-23)

And Jesus said, "What comes out of a man is what defiles a man.

For from within, out of the heart of man, come evil thoughts, fornication, theft, murder, adultery, coveting, wickedness, deceit, licentiousness, envy, slander, pride, foolishness.

All these evil things come from within, and they defile a man."

(1Corinthians 1:21-25)

"For since, in the wisdom of God, the world did not know God through wisdom,

it pleased God, through the folly of what we preach to save those who believe.

For Jews demand signs and Greeks seek wisdom,

but we preach Christ crucified, a stumbling block to Jews and folly to Gentiles,

but to those who are called, both Jews and Greeks,

Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God.

For the foolishness of God is wiser than men,

and the weakness of God is stronger than men."

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

To my mother, Maryanne Christiansen, who brought me into this world and who prayed for me when I was unaware and unconcerned.

To my sister, Angelene Scott for her gentle presence, encouragement and inspiration throughout my life.

To all Priests, Pastors and Parishioners who have ever prayed with me at any spiritual event I have ever attended. Thank you for your help. God bless you.

PREFACE

In the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

My name is Gloria Divine and this story is written to give glory to God the Father, Jesus His Son, and the Holy Spirit. It is not about me, the author, it is about the actions of God in my life. This is an account of how Jesus Christ guided me through a maze of spiritual wickedness.

These revelations were given to me through dreams, life experiences and inspirations. I must express that I did not go looking for them, they occurred simultaneously throughout my life’s journey. At first I treated them lightly but gradually, I began to take them more seriously.

In 2006, Jesus instructed me to write. I would never have made any attempt to put these experiences in a book if I had not been instructed to do so by Jesus.

This book gives an outline of my relationship with Jesus and the blessed ones in my early years and develops into a deeper diarised account of our partnership in latter years. It is hoped that the reader will be able to follow closely with the actions of Jesus in my life through this format. There are comments on spiritual matters and daily events from my point of view. Prayers and life situational stories are also included.

I trust that the reader will come to realise just how closely Jesus and the Heavenly ones are walking with us. I also hope that this book will inspire others to embrace the cross that Jesus has given to them, that they will gain insight from these notations, and be enlightened by Jesus to understand them. This book shows how Jesus can be an integral part of our everyday life.

I recommend this book for those who are still wondering if there is a God, and for those who desire to have a closer relationship with Him. It is also for those who are good at interpreting dreams, and for those who need to be healed of spiritual sickness. Priests and Pastors will find it to be of great interest and information.

Much of the book is about spiritual battles. The evil one did not want this book released or even written, but it is God’s work not mine. It is certainly not a book for the casual reader, it is more for the spiritually insightful. It is a great teaching tool. People who have passed through spiritual wickedness may also relate to it.

INTRODUCTION

This book is essentially a testimony to Jesus Christ by me the author, Gloria Divine. It shows how Jesus has guided me through a multitude of spiritual wickedness in order to enable me to bear witness to Him. This information is not meant for me alone, but for the enlightenment of many.

I thought I was like everyone else with no special qualities that God would admire or use. Now that I have come to this stage in life, I realise that I was created to carry out a special mission for God. What is that mission? I believed it was to free blood relatives and possibly others from the evil one.

I was never previously aware of that mission, for I thought I was created to enjoy myself in this world, and to have whatever good this world had to offer. I was blessed for quite a different purpose than I envisaged, but to which I was oblivious.

Endowed with many qualities God could give to a person, I was intent on using them in worldly terms. Dressing up, going to parties, being a part of the outrageous, and giving in to indulgences were my preferred lifestyle. I made no qualms about expressing my feelings vocally and extrovertly. Born in Jamaica and brought up mainly in England, I had no problems exercising my rights and my opinions. So my personality went from being pleasant to unpleasant. As a worldly person, sin was everywhere and by the age of twenty-eight, my life was seriously threatened by evil.

Although I was a Catholic, I did not have much understanding or belief in church matters. The first encounter that I remember of the supernatural was when I was in my early teens. I had a dream in which I was floating in the clouds like an Angel. Although my mother was a prayerful woman and insisted that I go to church, I did not know who God was and formulated my own ideas about God. After my Baptism, I started to receive personal messages for my life from the Blessed Virgin Mary and Jesus. Practically all of these messages were given through dreams. There have been locutions, inspirations, ‘infused’ messages, and I have twice seen with the eyes of my soul. Important dreams were often given on the Feast day of great Saints or on the special days of our Lord and our Lady.

I did not take much notice of these things, I took the early ones for granted and after recording them, I just forgot about them. I only recorded some of them to show respect to God. Even when these instructions were given to me to be carried out at that time, I made little or no effort to use them. I was just too busy with everyday life.

I never discussed these messages or interventions with anyone. I knew people would sneer, not believe, or say I was talking nonsense. I thought I had better not go near the church because no one would have time for this, or they would not treat me seriously. However, somehow after my second spiritual scare in the late 1990’s, I found myself writing more and more, and becoming interested and reliant on God.

I had no intention of making these things public, I was just going to reminisce about them in old age. With the go-ahead to write, I found that Jesus gave me the promptings on what to write, and in addition to the dreams He gave, Jesus Himself did the work.

I write about everyday events, showing how Jesus accompanies me and how I see Jesus’ intervention in these events. The book is appropriately titled, and this title was given to me by Jesus.

I had a problem remembering some of the occurrences, but Jesus did not. He brought to my mind everything He wanted to say. During this process of recollection, I remembered that sometimes people would say that the Gospels were written forty or fifty years after Christ’s death, and therefore, were not reliable or credible. I came to the realisation that this was absolute nonsense because the Holy Spirit always did His job.

As stated, it seemed that I was born for the purpose of saving blood relatives from the devil’s plans. As a result, many of the imagery in the dreams are far from pleasant as I had to fight many evil spirits. I had to be purified, and Jesus did this in many ways including through dreams. It was not easy for God to train me, for I was full of sin so I had a lot of difficulties to endure.

There may be some unpleasant things mentioned in the book, some frightening, some controversial, some disturbing, but I felt I had to include everything that Jesus showed me, otherwise, the Lord’s work would be incomplete. Jesus does His work as He sees fit and has little consideration for human reasoning. He said, As high as the Heavens are from the earth, so are my ways above yours (Is 55:8-9). I apologise to anyone who may be offended in any way, but I feel the truth will always set us free (Jn 8:32).

Some people may not be able to understand certain things, and I myself admit not being able to understand them as I am not an interpreter of dreams. I had noticed that when my understanding failed me, sometimes Jesus or other holy ones would clarify it for me.

I have decided to take God seriously because I can see that even though we have many churches, only a few people enter them, and many do not know the power and benefits of the church. People are also seeking the truth but do not know where to find it.

God has blessed me abundantly and has shown me many things, and it is not for me to keep this information to myself. I am supposed to care about His creation. If Moses had kept quiet about the Ten Commandments, where would we be? This information is not only for my close acquaintances it is for the interest and help of others. I do not have anything to gain, I could be resting at home. I do not boast for me, but I boast for God because I am nothing. On account of my sinful actions I would have lost my life a long time ago if God had not intervened. God has given me His gifts so as to pass them on to others. This is Jesus’ work, not mine. I am just an instrument, and a dull one at that.

I have also noticed that people have a strong preoccupation with the world. So many trust in this world of darkness, we do not pray, we do not trust God, we do not put all our being into God, and we do not know His words or learn His ways. By not doing these things we break the First Commandment, which is to love God unconditionally. This world has nothing to offer, yet we are consumed and are continually being deceived by it. My house, my child, my car – do any of these things belong to us? No, they all belong to God. We are only caretakers that is all we are. God owns everything!

God’s words are not taken seriously, that is, people quote them but do not believe in the words of our Saviour. Things have come to my attention through God that compels me to tell others – trust God. I have also come to realise how powerful the church is, the power of God’s Angels, His Holy Mother, His Body and Blood, how wicked the evil one is, how ‘It’ is destroyed easily by Jesus, how evil spirits fear God, and how powerful His words are.

Peter says that evil is prowling around us like a lion (1Pet 5:8), and it is not only spirits, but evil people. There are many who love evil in our society today that we have to trust in God, and through God, they will be conquered.

People claim they are Christians but never utter a word at work to say so. As they do not believe, they are frightened and they do not know God or His words. People need to return to God. Many others feel they had better keep quiet, otherwise, they will be victimised or lose friends. Our greatest friend is God!

Another thing I have noticed is just how uninformative our churches are. In some churches, there are no Bibles and no one to show parishioners the way and inform them about Christ. No literature on the messages or other writings to tell anyone who God is or to explain the things present in the church. No wonder people leave churches feeling just as they did when they came in. Our churches should be viable museums!

Many do not know how to return. They feel they are too deeply rooted in sin, as sin becomes a way of life for most of us. I have good news for you if you think like that. The reality is that you do not need to dress up, Jesus will meet you right where you are at present.

These are some pointers I had to follow to effectively return and remain serious towards God:

1. I had to believe that what is written in the Bible about Jesus and His Father is the absolute truth. This was hard as the evil one tries to discredit the Word of God and steal the good seed that is sewn in our hearts, and this is satan’s greatest weapon.

2. I had to repent and reconcile with God. That meant I had to confess my sins in the presence of a Priest. This will let the evil one know that ‘It’ has no power over me as a child of God. If I have spoken about it to Christ’s representative and Jesus has presented it to His Father, it is done!

3. I had to change my ways and lifestyle. I threw out all that I identified as preventing me from having a true relationship with God. As the devil is tenacious, I had to ask Jesus to deal with this for me.

4. I read my Bible every day to keep me sustained and this included the Psalms. Vassula Ryden’s Angel advised her to read her Bible every day and her soul would progress. ¹

5. I had to go to church often, almost everyday and keep the day of obligation holy, for me is Sunday. I had to be mindful that when I went to church, I came to visit God not man. God alone knew my situation and I knew that if I should turn my attention to man I would fail.

6. I knew I needed to maintain a relationship with God irrespective of other matters. That to me meant that I would not be boring or try to be a goody-goody. I needed to be honest and open with God and others, recognising Him to be the God whom He says He is. Be myself, be who the Creator made me to be because God does not like fakes. Each one of us is made with special talents, so I had to strive to be like a child with earthly parents. I recognised that as a child of God I am capable of great things.

7. I had to give thanks for everything, good and bad, and learn more about Jesus. The more knowledge I gained the more I understood, and the more I came to love and adore Him.

8. I had to follow His commands and do what He says. God is good, but I have proven that whoever breaks His Commandments will be broken by Him.

9. I had to associate with people of God, with those who have an interest in Him. I joined prayer groups. Incidentally, a minimum of two people are need to be present to form a prayer group.

1. No matter how low or how sick I felt I was praising God in His house. I made no excuse not to be in church and decided it was better to die in church rather than at home.

I am happy to make these things known to others because I care about them. Just as Christ redeemed me, I want you to know the Redeemer and for you to help others to know Him. As Jesus said to Vassula, Why refuse Me a place in your heart?²

There is no sitting pretty where Jesus is concerned, because as Christians, we are continually being challenged by Him to become better Christians. He loves to see us take those steps to come and follow Him. Every attempt we make, He encourages, just like parents who watch their children take those first steps. He does not chastise, rebuke or get angry. He congratulates every attempt.

It was not man who got me where I am today. It was God. We should always realise how blind man is and how great God is. He is the only one who knows us. He is the only one who can change things. Jesus is always doing something in our lives. He is never stagnant. We should never believe that Jesus is not there.

Jesus was never a judge and is certainly not judgemental in His messages of today. We are the ones who will judge ourselves when we behold His purity and recognise our sinful condition.

In writing this book, I hope that someone will change, will be helped, or will learn something positive for their life’s journey.

CHAPTER ONE

THE EARLY YEARS

I think Jesus chose to reveal Himself to me and through me, mainly because I was a wretched sinner. I would be totally lost if He had not done this. Jesus can deal with even the most wretched. So there is no need to despair, we should fully hope and trust in God.

Early Years

As a citizen of this world, I believed I could do and say what I wanted without consequences and was disrespectful, selfish and ungrateful. Even though I had some awareness of God, I believed that He placed me in this world to live a happy life, and a happy life to me meant doing whatever I wanted. As far as I was concerned, I was the most important person in the world. I believe this idea was present in me even as a child, but it manifested itself in my late teenage years. I did not feel I had to take notice of anyone else, as I far outclassed them. I had a sense of conviction that I could do or say anything to anyone.

God had blessed me physically, mentally, socially and spiritually. In fact, my blessings were numerous. I was healthy, I felt I was good-looking or attractive, and all I had to do was to have fun, usually at the expense of other people. I was the life of the party – I loved to dance and go to hotels, functions, and clubs. Frequenting nice places was certainly up there on the agenda. The latest fashion was always important, and I was drawn to beautiful and enjoyable things. Anywhere I could show off and have a good time appealed to me. I buzzed on excitement – there was never a dull moment, and there was never going to be one when I was around. I was full of life and energy, and made sure I associated with people of that nature too. There was no time for the weak, ugly, sick or suffering – not even a thought for them. The phrase ‘to settle down’ never entered my mind. I was certainly not going to clean and cook for anyone all the days of my life, and there was no way one man was going to satisfy all my needs. I made up my mind from an early age about that. Children seemed a burden – they would certainly dampen my style and put me out of shape, so I did not even entertain the idea much, for I would only be following the crowd if I did that.

Men were everywhere, and it was my will to change them regularly or I would become bored, and I had no time for boredom or responsibilities. One of my sayings was: New year, new man. I had many marriage proposals but somehow, there was always something I did not like. However, there was no hesitation in committing sin with them. No one can fathom the devastation that the sins of fornication and sexual promiscuity have on the soul. One sin leads to another, and the ability to wound and grieve God with these sins is very real. I always felt I was enjoying myself, but in actual fact, it opened up a world of disaster. I always had an excuse not to see fornication for what it really was. Even though I read my Bible and heard Jesus and Saint Paul speak about this sin, my excuses outweighed my desire to believe and take this advice seriously. And in actual fact, when I think about it now, the devil kept me away from those readings as well. However, I honestly do not know if I would have acted differently at the time.

I was not an indulgent alcoholic drinker, I did not smoke or take drugs but I was impulsive and spontaneous. I did anything for fun and laughter, in fact, I was quite a comedienne. I was close to the danger line, but never crossed it in my opinion.

I was a woman who felt good about me, and that things were fine. To many people, I looked strong and healthy. I had a form of prayer life since high school, so I guess that helped to distract me from problems. However, I thought most people were like this and it never occurred to me that they could be feeling different or they had problems. I thought they felt like me and that their lives were as problem-free as mine seemed to be. Therefore, I enjoyed being who I was. Even when I was physically sick, I was happy. Many of the things I did and said were not to do harm, for that was never my intention. My intention was to express myself. Unfortunately, my personality strengthened my confidence and determination to the detriment of most of those whom I encountered. Some people felt I was insensitive, lacked empathy and consideration, which I did not think I had a duty to give. As a result, people became jealous and did not wish me well.

Up to the age of eighteen, Jesus had a special love for me, but I believe I ruined it because of my sins. Had I lost my life at the age of twenty-four, I would very likely have been bound for hell without realising it. The accumulation of sins was horrendous, and I cannot remember entering a Confessional during those spiritually harmful years. In fact, I did not think anything I was doing was sinful, or that I had to answer to God for anything. I was just living my life – after all, He placed me here to live it.

By the grace of God, as my mother was a prayerful woman, I am sure that her prayers kept me from having to front up before God, if He would even allow me the opportunity, to explain my evil deeds.

Despite my sinfulness, I think what Jesus liked about me was that I was genuine. There was no place for hypocrisy. I saw things in black and white. This was not necessarily a pleasant thing because I speak as I see and there was often a lack of compassion. I was outspoken. I knew when I liked something and when I did not, and I would say so. I was not one to compromise. God also gave me this gift of being able to forgive. It was almost like a child’s forgiveness. Once everything had been said and done, and I spoke my mind, it was soon forgotten and I was ready to move on to the next thing.

I also had quite a sense of compassion on another level which one does not often get the opportunity to show in this world. I had a great love for truth. Once I knew the truth, I grasped it, especially the words of God. I had a great gift of discernment of whether something or someone was true or false. The first Saint I read about was Saint Bernadette of Lourdes. I preferred these to worldly or fiction books. I disliked people who were deceitful or lied.

I never had a love of money. Even though I worked for my living, I was not a workaholic. I preferred to relax, go to the beach, admire nature, go for a drive, sail or just sip on cocktails. Hard work was never on my list. However, laziness was not a part of me either. I always liked to know I was being useful.

Two main characteristics I possessed were being critical and also being spiritual. These two qualities shaped my life like I could not believe.

Being a critic, one finds that one is always looking for perfection, pushing for a bit more because it is never good enough as it is. Things had to come up to scratch. Critics often speak their minds boldly because they need people to hear them and their opinions. They are nearly always outspoken and opinionated. They speak their minds as they see the situation. Often, they give little thought to those they hurt through their words. They are often self-centred and convinced they are right all the time.

It might be strange to hear a critic say they believe in God and take Him seriously, but God was a part of my life and I held Him in high esteem. When thinking about it now, I should have held Him in far higher esteem than I did. I was always convinced that whatever I am and whatever I did came from God. He made me the way He made me because it pleased Him to do so, and I was happy with that, but I still felt I had to live my life. I had a few upheavals in my life, but my trust in God and His blessings allowed me to treat them as nothing because tomorrow was another day and I did not have time to mope.

So I had this free-for-all attitude, spontaneity, get-up-and-go, and a certain buoyancy that many people wondered about. However, when one has some respect for God, they can become quite perceptive about people and situations. However pride, arrogance and aggression were, and had been, a major part of my life. It was as if I did not know what sin was. It is true that the more sins one commits, the more blind one is to sin. These sins accumulated and they were grave. For instance, Jesus had to inform me that there was not to be any sexual intercourse or ‘love-making’ in front of His or His Mother’s images. I used to think it was perfectly okay. I thought that when I prayed, Jesus and Mary were there but after prayers, they would just let one get on with one’s life. No, no, no. Jesus and Mary were always present and saw everything I did.

Today, I look back and wonder how my life took such a turn. All I can say is, Jesus, You did it Your way. I am grateful You cared. I was just a sinner and now I see You, the Light.

These days, I am happy because I have Jesus, my love, who knows everything about me, sees everything I have done, and today I can say, no matter what I do, I can never stop Jesus from loving me. He loves me with an everlasting love, and all I have to do is to listen to His words, stay away from sin, and allow Him to guide me. All I need to say each day is, Jesus, it is You and me with Mother Mary, and the Angels and the Saints.

When I look at my life now, I am at my happiest. I know where I am going and I do not have to rely on human thinking or reckoning. I take each day as it comes in union with Jesus and Mother Mary. I have no desire for earthly things, and I am not looking for friends. I have no desire to dress up, wear make-up or be noticed. I am comfortable as I am.

After I became familiar with the book, Our Lady Speaks To Her Beloved Priests, I knew that all that I was and all that I loved belonged to the devil. Mother Mary states in her message:

He [the devil] seduces you through pride and thus brings you to justify and legitimize moral disorder. And after you have fallen, he succeeds in smothering within you the voice of remorse which is a true gift of the Spirit, which calls you to conversion. How numerous now are my poor children who for years have stopped going to Confession! They are rotting in sin and are eaten up with impurity, with a devouring attachment to money, and with pride. ³

So I was trapped by the devil, caught up in the world, and felt this was perfectly acceptable because God gave me my life to live. There was no acknowledgement that He gave me my life to live by His words. The strange thing is that there was no one to tell me what was right or wrong. I may then have given it some thought. It is incredible just how little we hear people referring to God in their daily lives, or trying to steer people on a good pathway in life.

The plans that God had for me, I would never have dreamt about. I can remember early on that Jesus told me things mostly in dreams, but I did not used to take much notice. I had no idea Jesus would ask me to write, otherwise, I would have been more vigilant. I will mention some things that Jesus made known to me which I have recorded, and I have also included some inspirational material. Much of the early revelations do not have exact dates, but the year is documented in most cases.

I started typing up some of the early writings on 11 February 2009. During the night, I dreamt that there was someone repeating the word sabotage several times. The enemy was angry, and I knew then that I had to be vigilant about this work. When I went to Mass, of course, I asked Jesus to bind and destroy the enemy and ‘It’s tactics, so then I realised that this book was targeted.

I will now state what my spiritual experiences have been since childhood so that the reader gets a perspective of what I am and where I am coming from.

I was born in the parish of Saint Thomas, Jamaica in 1950 and, as a child, I cannot remember when I first saw someone pray, but I can remember that both my younger sister and I were perched on the bed some nights by our grandmother, and prayed the Our Father which we used to pray with pleasure even though we had no understanding or the impact of this prayer. We were probably about five or six years old. I honestly cannot remember praying at any other time.

Probably at the age of seven or eight I recall going to a thing called ‘Kumina’ when I was in Jamaica. This is a gathering of people at night who would claim to be ‘in the spirit’ and carry on in a wild manner (as I saw it), throwing themselves around while drums were beating. In actual fact, I thought this was quite scary, I could not identify any form of prayer there. However, it was meant to be coming from God. It may have started out like that, but it certainly did not end up as such in my view. In fact, I think it was quite the opposite. I really could not make sense of this as it seemed more like madness and evildoing than having any spiritual goodness. I only remember one of these occasions.

At about the age of nine, we moved from the country area to a more town-like location called Bath in Jamaica, and we were able to go to an Anglican Church on Sundays, and attended Sunday school. I cannot remember anything I learnt about God at that time, but I was respectful in church. I honestly think that I thought about God, but I did not see Him in the way people lived. Even at that early age, it seemed strange to me that people would go to church on Sundays, but would not talk about God or have anything to do with Him during the week. I do not even remember praying or being asked to pray.

Another thing I noticed while I was in Bath was that they had a masquerade parade. I was left with a strong impression that those masked people actually enjoyed what they were doing and I sensed that there was an apparent power they exercised over the community. I saw all these ugly masks on the faces of the participants. I wondered what they were about. They were marching in the streets and it was an ugly, frightening sight to me. It also seemed to me that the general population feared them to a point and seemed pressured to tolerate them, otherwise those who wore the masks would have the capability of harming them at some point in their lives. What came to me strongly was that these people were actually enjoying what they were doing. I wondered how these people could take part in this hideous thing when they had the chance of choosing what was good and beautiful. I did not enquire about them. So I think that even from an early age, God was showing me what people were really like.

I must state here that the years I spent in the bush or remote areas of Jamaica, to the age of about nine, were the most special years of my whole life. There I experienced joy, a love of God’s natural gifts, His land, His animals, His waters, His simple people, and somehow, to me, sin never entered there. It was pure, peaceful and happy, and I appreciated it.

CHAPTER TWO

SPIRITUAL BATTLE 1 – ENGLAND

When I was eleven years old, my sister and I moved to England. My mother and father were there, and we were taken to an Anglican Church. This was mainly with the approval of my father, as my mother was friendly with a Catholic Priest and, therefore, she was not really happy about this. I can remember we served as altar girls sometimes. Even though my mother was friendly with the Priest, I do not think she was a practicing Catholic, as she never took us to a Catholic Church. However, she believed she had a lot of spiritual problems, and the Priest was giving her the support she needed.

Spiritual Battle 1

We were at school one day when a girl by the name of Freda, who was from the island of Antigua (or from one of the French-speaking Caribbean islands), invited us to her Catholic Church. She was very excited about us coming. We went with her, and all I can remember was that we were often sitting and standing at various times during the Mass. This was somewhat irritating. However, Freda did not think so. She gave us looks as if to enquire whether there was something wrong with us physically when we were supposed to be standing or sitting, and so we soon learnt that we had better follow the motions of the congregation. We tried to keep up with things as best we could, but that is all I remember of this experience.

I was about thirteen years old, and before we knew it, we were attending catechism classes on a Saturday at the same Catholic Church in preparation for receiving the Holy Eucharist. I cannot remember anything I was told at any of these classes which were held by a Nun. I do not even remember being told what the Eucharist was.

So we received the Holy Eucharist at a special ceremony, dressed up in white and we were very happy. I even thought I was Jesus’ bride when I received this great Sacrament, as the dress was very bridal and we wore veils. Of course, I had no idea of how powerful this Sacrament was, and no one really tried to enlighten me. Even if they tried, I do not think I would have been able to understand or even take it seriously at that age. The day was full of fun – eating, drinking and playing with other children.

The next big step was our Confirmation ceremony. This took place in the evening, and again I did not really know what it meant. I cannot really remember having it explained. The one thing I remember was that we had to choose the name of a Saint. We were told this Saint would look after us all the days of our lives and was like a special friend. My mother advised me not to choose a female Saint because a male Saint would be stronger. As it happened, I chose Mary the Mother of God as my Saint. At the time, I did not know anything about Mother Mary. I was not told anything about Her. In fact, everything concerning my spiritual life was superficial, and no real meaning or understanding was attached.

My mother’s knowledge of the Saints was very limited as I now know that Mother Mary is not only a Saint, but is the Queen of Saints, and no one except the Holy Trinity is more powerful or important.

I had a great experience during my Confirmation. The Bishop was there and we all had to kneel at the rail before the Altar waiting for the Bishop to walk along and bless us or confirm us in the Holy Spirit. I remember distinctly that at the ceremony, I gave myself totally to God because I had this great desire to be good and to receive God’s blessings totally. I seriously believe that God had conferred something very special on me that day. I was open, sincere and receptive.

My mother was very instrumental in preparing us for both Sacraments. She made our clothes, she accompanied us and took part as best she could. I am, of course, very grateful to her.

The strange thing about it, now that I think back, is that I was prepared to receive the Holy Eucharist and the Sacrament of Confirmation, but no one enquired whether I was baptised. I do not believe anyone asked to see my Baptism Certificate.

I went to church as usual, probably not every Sunday, but most Sundays. I did not really know what the Mass was about and I was not taking in the Bible readings either.

When I was about fourteen years old, we used to have religious education lessons at school. I went to a Grammar school in Highgate, London. We had a very strict teacher who used to give us passages from the Bible to learn by heart, and recite them back at the next class. I found this was good discipline, and we had to make an effort as detention was not something any of us wanted.

I recall two passages she gave us, much of which I still remember to this day. The first was Isaiah 53:3-7 and Matthew 5:1-11. These passages have always been significant to me, even at my present stage, and I remember most of the content. At the time, it seemed like a punishment but how grateful I am to her today. God, bless her.

The next spiritual thing I remember was that between the ages of fifteen and seventeen, I had a dream whereby I was floating in the clouds like an Angel and having a really good time.

I was a happy, worldly person, but my mother used to always pray the Psalms and encouraged us to pray them, so we knew some off by heart. As a result, my sister and I were very familiar with some of the Psalms, but knew many of them parrot fashion, more than from our hearts. All three of us seemed to choose the same Psalms. My sister, however, usually liked the shortest Psalms. I was not too bothered by the length because I prayed them if I liked the words. I remember when I was leaving Jamaica, a lady told me that I should pray Psalm 27 regularly. That is still one of my favourite Psalms. We always used to say a Psalm before going to bed, and my mother used to get us up in the morning to pray before going to school. This would have been when we were probably fourteen to sixteen years of age.

Later in my spiritual life, I was made aware by supernatural means that it was much better to pray in the morning than in the evening. So I took that advice seriously even to this day.

When my mother prayed the Psalms, she was always telling God what to do to her enemies, and she would jump around in her bedroom calling on God’s Name. She was very theatrical and energetic, and oftentimes prayed for us in no uncertain terms. However in all of this, I think my mother did not really trust God, but she did call on Him daily, and often at night, because she had a lot of spiritual problems so she felt the need to pray.

I particularly remember one night after coming home from a party that I went to sleep in my mother’s bed. She got up to pray as usual in the morning, and I was still asleep. However, during her prayers, I would have the most wonderful dream and the best sleep as if I were in a special place. I was surprised about this and I think I told her about it.

She mentioned that someone told her that she should never let 6.00 am catch her still in bed. She always had a little light in her bedroom burning from a bowl containing olive oil.

As we got into our late teens, my mother insisted that we go to church. She used to say, I do not care where you go or what you do on a Saturday night, but on Sunday morning, make sure you are in church. So we used to go to church to keep the peace. We did not understand the Mass and I cannot remember one sermon. There was no one to really explain why it was important to go to church, about Jesus, what was good, and what God expected from us. At that age, I do not know if I would have listened or would have been interested, but with some explanation, I think I would have.

At the age of twenty-one, I went away for nursing studies for three years and during that time, I never entered a church. While I was away, I never had anyone to remind me to go to church, no one invited me to church, no one talked about God or had any inclination to do so.

Everyone got on with life without mentioning God. I would not be able to recall any church in the area where I lived. I remember I made fun of a Pastor who visited the hospital. I do not think he was reinforcing God either. There was one girl, a trainee nurse from Jamaica, who spoke about God and did godly things, but I was not invited to any of the functions with her and therefore, I do not remember anything concrete that she said. She was from the Church of God. In this church, they believed people should live simple lives – cosmetics and fashion statements were out.

What I am trying to say here is that even though I was a Christian, and I am sure there were others around me who would claim to be Christians, we never lived up to our Christian duties. In fact, we were Christians in theory but not in practice or belief.

The bottom line was that I did not know the God who made me and cared for me. I had no substantial teaching, and even though I went to God’s house for years, I did not do much, believe much or know much. Everything I was doing was just out of duty.

I have become aware that this earthly place is a desert where we have lost all spiritual goodness. Most Christians do not learn about God, and therefore, are not able to pass on anything to anyone.

When I was a student nurse, I remember I was nowhere near the Lord. I believed that my destiny was in my hands and I could do anything I wanted, and I very much did.

During my training, there was a supervisor who would come around on the night shift to ask questions about the patients, and to see how up-to-date we were with our understanding of the patients’ illnesses. This used to irritate me no end, and I really disliked this woman throwing her weight around so much that I told others that I wished she would fall down the stairs and die. This was how sick I was in my early twenties.

Well, I left that hospital and went back to London. Somehow, I was talking to someone from the hospital years later, and she told me that this woman did fall down the stairs and die. I was shocked. The person who told me had no knowledge of what I had previously said about this supervisor.

Of course, I was sad and I sometimes felt that I contributed to her death. I do not know why Jesus wanted me to hear this information. He probably wanted me to realise how evil what I said was, and that when anything is said with conviction, it can be powerful.

Sorry, Lord. Please let her soul rest in peace, and use the Masses of this world to atone for any sins she had committed.

The late 1960’s and early 70’s were unruly years for most people. Everyone had their own ideas, and my motto at that time was: I am doing my own thing. I was rude, outspoken, opinionated, irrational, arrogant, sarcastic and proud. Saying things like I did about that lady who died was not unusual for me. Only now have I come to understand that all this showed that: I believed I made myself, there was no God, I needed no one, I would not obey, I would disrespect others, I was arrogant, greedy, and full of pride. These are the traits of the evil one. So I am sure God was saying that something had to happen – a change had to take place.

When I returned to London at the age of twenty-four, certain things came into my life to give me the conviction that God lives. For example, one night, my mother failed to make it home in time from work for prayers. She liked to pray at 6.00 am and at 6.00 pm after returning from work.

One evening, I was in the kitchen cooking and it was about the time my mother prayed. I felt a very strong influence or presence of something wanting me to go and pray. I ignored it thinking I was being silly, and that it was all in my mind. So I carried on cooking. Minutes later, the same influence or presence came back, and it was as if someone was in need of prayers. Again I chose to ignore it, thinking it was all in my mind. A few minutes later, it came back yet again, but there was also a sense of desperation – it was like someone was saying, We need prayers and we had better get them because they are most important, and we are not going without them. I finally gave in, went to my room and prayed for about fifteen minutes, reciting the Psalms and some simple prayers. Then I went back to the kitchen and never felt that influence or presence again.

At that point, I concluded that my mother’s prayers were very important to the spirits or souls who relied on them, and as long as someone was present in the house, they were not going to leave without some kind of prayer. Obviously, I was stunned and realised that my mother’s prayers were more valuable than she knew.

My mother always said that if I became a nurse, everyone would hear about me, meaning that I would be famous and known even worldwide. I believed she was told this by some ‘wise’ person, but she made the mistake of telling me.

I was now a fully-trained nurse but at the age of twenty-six, I was confronted by something beyond my wildest dreams. My mother had a picture of the Blessed Virgin Mary with Her Immaculate Heart exposed, which was on the wall in her bedroom. It was one of the most beautiful pictures of our Lady I had ever seen, wearing a veil with Her hand under Her heart. The main colours were red and yellow. (photo 1:1)

I believe I was sleeping in my mother’s bed that night (I cannot truly remember). However in a dream, I saw our Mother as presented in this picture. She was very stern in Her appearance and had that strict mother’s stare, so that I would certainly know that this was no joke. She said to me, No one will ever hear about you.

I was so shocked! I woke up and thought I deserved every bit of what She said. I honestly did not know what to do or what to say. I did not even have the sense to go to Confession and confess my sins, and tell Her and Jesus that I was sorry. I never told anyone about it. It was something I brought on myself and I had to bear the consequences, even alone.

I can now honestly say that I believe God had great plans for me, but in order to fulfil God’s plans, one has to seek God’s ways and certainly not the devil’s ways. One has to be God-like. Even to this day, all I can say is that I give God the glory and thank Him for His great mercy.

I think I believed in God and knew He was there, but I also believed He wanted me to live my life as I chose. So at first, I did not know what I did wrong or even what I was doing wrong. I was unaware of the culminating consequences of my sins. I was not even conscious of the word ‘sin’. I know I was selfish, arrogant, aggressive, disobedient and argumentative. I thought I knew everything, that everyone was beneath me, and that I lacked love for others except for those whom I chose to show love.

So I was not really aware of the consequences of my sinful life. In fact, I did not even know what sin was. However, when the Mother of God came to me in that dream, I knew I was in trouble and that I had stepped way out of line. I agreed to suffer the consequences because I knew I deserved it.

I had been going to church but, with all these sins, I was not sure God my Father wanted me there. As for the Sacrament of Confession, I do not remember going since my first time. In fact, going to Confession had not even entered my mind.

I was a cheerful, happy person, popular and overly confident in myself. I was also quite intelligent. Strangely enough, people were often jealous of me because of this. I dare say, I had many unknown enemies.

At this time, my mother was always concerned that evil was around her, but she believed it came from her now ex-husband, and so with her friend, she started visiting many non-Catholic churches, trying to overcome these evil influences.

One Saturday evening as they were leaving the house, I was lying back on the settee with my feet up and I asked them where they were going. My mother said they were going to be baptised. My mother had been baptised so many times, I could not count. Usually people are only baptised once. Well, with my overly confident tone, airs and graces, I stated, Ho. I would like to have it done the way John the Baptist did it. With that, I slumped into the settee and relaxed as they left.

I do not remember asking Jesus for many things, but I remember asking Him for boyfriends. This I did when I was eighteen years old and again when I was twenty-one. Jesus brought the most gorgeous men into my life. I was stunned. I was the envy of the women who knew me. They were all asking me how I managed it. I would just say that these men were the ones chasing me, which was the truth. So this was confirmation to me that Jesus heard prayers and was willing to answer them beyond my imagination.

I do remember I was going to sit a sociology examination and asked the Lord to help me. In a dream, the Lord gave me one of the questions. If I had not had that information, I would have certainly failed the examination paper.

At about the age of twenty-nine while still in England, an African man came to the house stating that he wanted temporary accommodation, so my mother decided to let him occupy the empty room downstairs.

This man claimed to be a man of God with the ability to help people who may have evil influences in their lives. Needless to say, my mother was most taken with him, and agreed to allow him to help her because my mother was always saying she was under the influence of evil from her ex-husband’s side of the family, and that we were as well. She encouraged my sister and I to allow this man to help us.

I really did not know much about these things, but as he said he was a man of God, I decided to do what was required – maybe my mother had a point. My sister, on the other hand, would have nothing to do with it.

Even though my mother was a prayerful