Antidote to the Antichrist

By Helen M. Heathwood

Have you been a dedicated Christian for years but you're still wondering why youre not living in the victory you've been promised? Do you feel as though circumstances conspire against you?

There could be a family curse passed down from your ancestors that is preventing you from gaining access to all of God's blessings.

This book chronicles my journey to freedom - along the way, unlocking some
of the darkest secrets of the past...

The Establishment of America Is Freemasonry good for your familys health and what were its origins?

Was Shakespeare really Shakespeare and why is there a battle between the Bible and Shakespeare in our schools?

Was Queen Elizabeth 1, (after whom the state of Virginia was named), actually a virgin queen?

The Grail Bloodline - Is it fact or fi ction?
Who was Francis Bacon and why did he want to rule the world?

If you have Freemasonry in your background then these compelling
revelations will give you the keys to unlock the curses over your life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Jul 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499002096

Helen M. Heathwood

This book is the result of more than thirty years of seeking the Lord for answers to the challenges I faced. Through my research He has revealed these twists of History. It has been life-changing for me Helen lives in Brisbane, Australia with her husband. She has taught Pre-school, helped her husband run a business for many years and has a degree in Psychology.

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CONTENTS

Introduction

My Name

My Early Years

The Next Step

My Introduction To Freemasonry

Buffeting

Returning To Church

The Unwelcome Visitor

New Beginnings

Streets Of The City

City Intercessors

Transformations Conference

Salting The Creeks

Recovery

The Little Black Sewing Machine

The Burglary

Sir Henry Hobart

Back To Study

My Holiday Reading

The Salt Covenant

Sir Francis Bacon

Skeletons In The Closet (Castles)

More Pieces To The Puzzle

Norse Gods

The Holy Grail

Freemasonry And The Secrets Of Men

Symbols

King David

Toowoomba’s Hidden History

The Significance Of Restoring The Streets To Dwell In

The Strangler Fig

Generational Curses

The Reality Of Mind Control And The Religious Spirit

So Who Will You Choose

Appendices

Prayer Of Salvation

Prayer For Breaking Off A Curse

Bibliography

INTRODUCTION

When the Lord first put it into my heart to write a book, I thought, ‘Why me? Who would want to hear what I might think or say?’ While my husband and I were at a conference in 2012, with Dr Lance Wallnau, we were asked to form small groups and told to describe, in one sentence, what it was that we wanted to have achieved within the next year. When it came my turn to speak, I suddenly blurted out, ‘I want to write a book on healing the family tree’. Where did that come from and what did it mean? That wasn’t why we were here. I felt as though I had been tricked! It’s strange because I thought we had gone to find direction for Jim but it was I who came away with the direction. I was always the one who supported my family in their projects and careers and it was very scary that the spotlight was now on me instead. However, it just bubbled up inside of me and it was the beginning of the process to collate and connect all the disparate bits of information I had gleaned over the previous twenty years.

I had collected a lot of information, but had never really thought of doing anything significant with it. I was certainly excited by my discoveries but couldn’t imagine that many others would be too bothered about them. I just had a whole lot of notes but I didn’t really know how they all fitted together. I had sought to find answers to the sometimes-overwhelming circumstances I found myself in. What intrigued me was that rather than give me a straight answer to my questions, the Lord has given me pieces to a puzzle that has taken all of my wit to work out and with His help, He has taken me back through history (His story).

I believe it is every parent’s desire to see their children blessed and it was my desire also, but it didn’t just happen. Things just weren’t right. Relationships were difficult and there was sickness and premature death. I wanted it to be different for us but I didn’t know where or how to start. The Lord began to show me that it was to do with family heritages. The blessings and curses that are passed down, the inheritances that we receive, attitudes we develop, health problems, and biases to all sorts of things. It was the Generational Curses written about in Exodus 20: 5-6

For I, the Lord your God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children to the third and fourth generations of those who hate Me, but showing mercy to thousands, to those who love Me and keep My commandments.

I had resisted writing anything because a lot of what I had endured was painful and to write it was to re-visit the pain. He took me back so I could go forward.

However, once I had declared I wanted to write it there was no turning back, but still I resisted because I didn’t have a conclusion. So I wrestled with the Lord over it for a while but if we make a vow, He expects us to keep it. It didn’t stop me from arguing with Him over the fact that I didn’t have a conclusion. However the Lord just kept saying ‘write down what you know’ and I kept saying ‘what is the conclusion?’ Finally, I yielded and I ‘wrote down what I knew’ and He has since given me a conclusion I could never have expected. Why did I doubt Him? His wisdom is indisputable, however if I had known what the conclusions were, before I had started, I doubt if I would ever have been brave enough to embark on this journey.

So welcome to my world. This book is basically my testimony and is a combination of my experience and two decades of research which began when I discovered some things about the city I was living in, and finished up with my family history that goes back at least one thousand years and a bloodline that goes back to King David. I am no theologian or historian and this book makes no allegiances to any particular eschatology or denomination. It is only as a result of the research I have done that the Lord has guided me on and the facts that He has revealed to me.

As a child I led a sheltered life in a family that had its dysfunctions. I know now, that most families are like this to varying degrees.

I struggled to comprehend what life was all about and the more I struggled the more I sought the Lord. However the Lord never seemed to change or fix the situation, but He changed me in the midst of it and started to give me insight into what was causing it. A verse He gave me was Eph.6: 12

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.

What He was showing me was that I and those around me were being influenced by spirits that were unseen but causing us to behave and react the way we were. I had difficulty comprehending why, even though I went to Sunday school and then to a church school, I didn’t seem to see God and His love in my day to day existence. I can understand why so many people, who had similar experiences, have walked away from the church and from God. But somehow, God didn’t let me walk away. He apprehended me but that is not to say my relationship with Him has been ‘smooth sailing’. I have struggled with trust but He has helped me to overcome.

I was captivated by His loveliness and the more I was drawn to Him, the harder life became. God wants more for us than just going to church, so there was conflict for me between life and relationships and the new direction God had me going in. He wanted me to behave one way but I had been conditioned to behave another way. I have discovered that being a Christian is not easy but it’s definitely worth it. He didn’t change the situation but started changing me as He started unfolding a puzzle that has taken years to solve. I just wanted peace in my family. He has now given me that, but in doing so He has given me so much more! It’s in Him that we ‘live and move and have our being’ (Acts 17: 28) and therefore He knows what we do best so I have had to learn to trust His leading.

For example in order to discover the reason I failed History and English and in particular Shakespeare’s Macbeth when I was fifteen, the Lord revealed the history behind the naming of the streets of the city we were living in and then revealed that Macbeth was based on real people and that I was actually descended from one of its characters.

Some of the discoveries I have made regarding my family tree have led me to realise that things that happened in previous generations have a profound influence on us today and the Lord has led me on this historical treasure trail to uncover History from a different perspective.

The story includes the Knights Templar and their search for a Holy Grail, the early kings and queens of England and Scotland, and the Dukes of France. He took me back in time, to four hundred years ago, to the reign of Queen Elizabeth I of England and King James VI of Scotland, I of England, the time when America was settled, the King James Bible was first published, William Shakespeare was writing prolifically and Freemasonry experienced a rebirth. This was a very progressive time in history but much of it has been well hidden for some reason.

Questions I asked and have now had answers to are; what are the ultimate goals of Freemasonry and why all the secrets? Which God do they believe in and what is its effect on the family? And what was William Shakespeare’s connection to all of this? Added to this is the ‘Grail Bloodline’ as described in Dan Brown’s book the Da Vinci Code that has been mysteriously threaded through the pages of history with no real validation or authentication. In fact people are not who they say they are and things are not what they seem.

I’m not sure how, when, where, or why I got caught up in all of this except to say that I have discovered that I am descended from the people who say they are descended from the ‘Grail Bloodline’. I thought it was fictitious because I didn’t believe Jesus would have married Mary Magdalene and I still don’t believe He did. There are however powerful people who do believe He married Mary Magdalene and that this Grail Bloodline does exist. It does go back to King David¹, but it does not include Jesus.

From the research that I have done, it is possible that someone from this bloodline will be raised up as the ‘son of perdition’ who is spoken of in 2 Thessalonians 2:2-10, and will be referred to as the Antichrist or pseudo Christ. This man will be charismatic and will seem to be able to solve a lot of the world’s problems but many will be deceived by him.

Having failed history I was not a willing candidate for this. I still find it amusing that the Lord chose me for this task but He knows better than we do what we are capable of and He is the one who enables us to do the seemingly impossible.

God knew what I had lurking in my background and He knew that the influences over my family line were part of the reason I failed. This was the history my forebears created and He gave me the opportunity to turn the tables on them and make it a success. He has turned my weaknesses into strengths and has taught me that He gives us the power to overcome no matter what has happened to us. When we give our lives to Him we never stay the same. He always has something magnificent to do in us and through us.

It is my hope that as you read this you will see history through different eyes, that the hoodwink is removed and that you will come to realise that the God who created heaven and earth is a God of love and that it is the lies of Satan that blind us to the truth. I hope that this helps you to understand some of the influences that are affecting us today because of decisions that were made more than four hundred years ago.

My reason for writing this book is that readers will at least be able to make an informed choice as to where they want to spend eternity—Heaven or Hell. Forever is a long time.

May the Lord richly bless you,

Helen H.

MY NAME

One night a couple of years ago, I was watching a programme on God TV. It was a conference of some kind being hosted by a prophet called Larry Randolph. He was incredible. He was calling out names of people in the congregation as though they were family, and he was giving them prophecies that were more accurate than I had ever witnessed before. Suddenly he said something that has remained with me ever since and spoke very powerfully to me, and that was, ‘Your first name is what you are known as, and your second name reveals your destiny.’ Destiny is not something many people speak about, and I had no concept of what it was, especially with reference to me.

Your first name is what you are known as, and your second name reveals your destiny.

I had never really felt as though I had any specific destiny. In some ways, I suppose, I was a bit frustrated because of it, but overall, I was happy being a part of our family and looking after our daughters and helping my husband in our business.

However, there was a nagging issue that wouldn’t go away, and for some reason, it had a lot to do with the fact that my middle name is Margaret. I have always liked the name, but over the years it has caused me a lot of trouble, and this story is about to explain why.

For a long time I didn’t understand that names carry a lot of power. When I considered that by His words God created the heavens and the earth and that His name describes who He is, I should have understood that our names, in some ways, create who we are. My first name is Helen, which means ‘light’. It also got me into trouble. Every time my parents called me by name, they were calling forth light. Unfortunately, Mum and Dad were not in a happy place when I was born. I just couldn’t comprehend why I always seemed to be in trouble, but light and darkness don’t seem to mix very well.

My father named me Margaret after his cousin who died not long before I was born. Her name was Margaret Spencer, and she was an only child. Apparently, she died under suspicious circumstances, and a coronial inquiry was held into her death. I’m really not sure why Dad decided to give me her name.

Sadly, I was born less than twelve months after Mum and Dad’s first child died at birth. This, added to the death of Dad’s cousin and being given her name, meant the spirit of death was well established over my life. It has been an ongoing battle to get rid of it.

However, we have to make the best of what we have been given. Though I must admit, there have been times when I have thought that there has been something that has had influence over me, over which I have had no control. I knew I wasn’t imagining some of the things that were happening to me, but they were often so subtle that my family thought I was overreacting. It got to the point where I just stopped telling people what was happening, and I thought I was quietly going mad.

Her name was Margaret Spencer, and she was an only child.

When I was about fourteen, my grandmother (Dad’s mother, Ma) gave me a little Bible that had belonged to Margaret Spencer. Later, it must have been for my twenty-first birthday that Ma gave me two beautiful pieces of jewellery, a rose gold hinged bangle and a rose gold locket that had also belonged to Margaret Spencer. They were a lovely surprise, which I really enjoyed wearing.

The Bible was a little New Testament covered in worn red linen. I thought it was very cute, but there was something about it that gave me the creeps. I used to keep it on the bench in the kitchen. In the front, it had an inscription:

To Margaret

From Bruce,

5 August 1942

On the back cover was a declaration of faith, which was empty. Needless to say, I signed my name in it, declaring to give my life to the Lord on the given date. (I have since disposed of the Bible, so I can’t check the exact date.) It was probably about 1969/70.

I actually naively thought that by signing my name in the Bible, some miracle might occur and my life would suddenly be transformed for the better. It was transformed but not in the way I expected. Instead, it locked me into something over which I really had no control—the results of which have been wild. I have wondered recently why Margaret didn’t sign it herself. The only plausible thing I can assume is that God didn’t want her to, and it was set as an enticement for me. To be honest, my life was fairly dull, so I guess I hoped that something interesting might happen for a change. Nothing could have prepared me for things I have subsequently discovered.

MY EARLY YEARS

I was born in Biloela, a small town in central Queensland, and we lived there until I was four, when we moved to Brisbane. I was introduced to the city of Toowoomba when I was eleven. As our family drove through it on our way back to Brisbane after a weekend with relatives in Chinchilla, I was beguiled by its beauty and purposed in my heart to live there when I grew up. I’m not sure what it was that captivated me. The tree-lined streets, the stately old buildings, the beautiful houses, and the glorious sunset obviously worked together to enchant me. Up to that point, it was probably the prettiest town I had ever seen. There was nothing too attractive about Brisbane in the 1960s.

I was beguiled by its beauty and purposed in my heart to live there when I grew up.

Little did I realise that I was being introduced to my destiny, but it wasn’t quite the kind of destiny I expected. In his book Taking Our Cities for God, John Dawson says,

As we press in to know God, He unfolds to us revelation about personal destiny.²

Also, Bishop T. D. Jakes said in a message I heard that God gives us glimpses of our futures, He never gives us the whole picture. I certainly had no altruistic reasons for living there at that point. It just looked like a lovely place to live. I realise now that it was the Lord who spoke to my heart that day and put the desire to live there within me.

Only a couple of months before, I had broken my forearm quite badly. Both the bones were snapped, and I had to undergo surgery to have them straightened. At a youth meeting one night, with my arm in its cast, I remember crying out to the Lord and asking Him repeatedly, ‘Please heal my arm.’ Thankfully, He did, and it was out of plaster in only three weeks instead of the recommended six.

His reward to me for pressing in to Him about my