The Prophetic Office of the Seer

By Joann Lacey Santiago

This book will explain the difference between a prophet and a seer. It will also detail some of my experiences as I grew into my calling. It is my prayer that this book will help others who are on the path as a prophetic seer to know they are not psychic but must allow the Holy Spirit to teach them and groom them as God develops them for his use for the body of Christ.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984558596

Joann Lacey Santiago

Dr. Santiago is married to Antonio Santiago. Together they founded Power Through Christ Ministries. As affirmed Apostles they continue passionately serving others. Apostle Joann, a seer prophet, has written several books: the Prophetic office of the Seer, You Have Been Chosen, and The Poet 50 Years of Life.

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CHAPTER 1

THE BEGINNING-

MY CHILDHOOD

When I was a child, I did not have many friends because of the way I looked to others. I was ridden with eczema all over my arms and my legs, my head and my neck. I had nosebleeds at the drop of a hat and asthma and a host of allergies. I was the sickliest of my mother’s children. My favorite question was, why me? I cried a lot and I prayed too but I had no real concept of who God was and if he really existed. The dictionary described God as a supreme force able to heal and to create, so I guess with blind faith I accepted it. I then felt that he could heal me if I asked Him and this became my daily request.

The school health department would not let me go to school for fear that I was contagious. That is just how bad I looked. My mother had to show them all types of documentation to prove that this was not contagious. My mother began to teach me at home how to write my ABC’s and 123’s when she came home from work. I learned to write at home and I learned the basics like adding and how to spell my name. Thank God for a caring mother.

I did not understand then why I could not go to school like everyone else. I would cry everyday the babysitter went to pick up my brothers that I wanted to go to school. You see, the devil tried in vain to even hinder my education but my wisdom do not stand in the wisdom of men but in the wisdom of God, to the glory of God. Eventually they allowed me in but I had to be tested to see if I could enter the correct grade for my age. I passed and even excelled throughout my school years making honor rolls, honor society, and graduating in the top five of the class, even throughout college I excelled to the glory of God. No devil in hell can stop what God ordains for your life and what the devil meant for evil only worked out for my good because I now had a burning desire to learn since it was kept from me. At the age of thirteen, I began to write poetry and have been writing ever since. I am published in numerous anthologies and newspapers. I even wrote a song. Look at what God has done.

Well one summer day I was playing outside a few blocks from my home with children that I did not even know. I realize now that they were angels and God was directing my steps then. I remember us playing outside and one suggested that we go to the church and tell them that we wanted to be saved. I did not even know what that meant for I had never been to church in my life and my family did not attend any church either. I was in the fourth grade at that time. I was chosen to go in first, the church doors were opened, and there was a man inside playing the piano. They promised that they would follow me in. I walked in and walked up to the front of the church. It was a small storefront church and I yelled at the top of my lungs, I want to be saved! I looked back and no one was there. No one in sight and no one even after I tarried with the Bishop. I never saw those playmates again. I asked Jesus that day to save me and he did.

I began to attend church on a regular basis and I thought that I knew what it was to be saved. I joined the church and the choir. I considered myself saved from a burning hell, yet I did not really understand the full concept of it all. Jeremiah 31:3 states, the Lord hath appeared of old unto me, saying, yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with loving-kindness have I drawn thee. What more exciting way to be led to the house of God.

My family had now begun to come to church all to the glory of God.

Around this age I had also began to have dreams and visions frequently. They were always in color and exceptionally clear. Some would repeat themselves. I remember I kept having a dream for about ten years on and off and it would always be the same. I dreamed this during the time of my rebellion yet I did not understand it then. God was warning me. I would dream of this Frankenstein monster that would chase me out of my house out the door through the back yard and out an alley into the school yard and there I would get to a fence and I would not be caught because I would always be on the opposite side of the fence and I would wake up. I dreamed this dream all through college. I remember each time the dream would come I would say it in the dream, oh, I’m having this dream again., and as much as, I would want to wake up because I would feel my heart racing as I ran from the monster. I could not wake up until it finished. Some would say that I may have eaten too much but the devil is a liar. God was warning me all along. I just did not have the understanding then. The final dream I had was just before God drew me back into the fold. The dream repeated again the same but when I got to the fence, the monster did not stop he kept chasing me, I had to run out of the schoolyard, and I ran into the street in front of a car. The monster was so close on me I could feel the heat from his hand that was stretched out to grab me from behind. The car barely missed me but it hit the Frankenstein monster and he was killed. I had just barely made it. The Frankenstein monster represents a spiritual death and Satan. He was after me and chasing me but the spirit of the Lord would lift up a standard against him. I knew where to go for protection and had begun to rely on running there. I was running for my life. I got to comfortable knowing that he would stop after a certain point but the last time he was close and he meant to kill me. I was almost caught and almost killed but had it not been for divine appointment, I could have been snared by Satan or struck down for my own disobedience in running. God was about to turn me over to myself since I would not stay in the safe place in him. I thank God for his mercy for the rest of my life.

At that time in my life, I did not have the gift of interpretation cultivated. It was a dormant gift. I always thought that everyone else dreamed in the same way but I found this not to be true later. I had begun to tell my family when I would dream and the dream would come to past but my family did not think it was good they thought it was strange. They did not understand and really nor did I.

During this time of my life, I recall constantly praying for my healing from the eczema. I believed that God could do it. Why not? He is God! Every morning I got up hoping it would be gone and I was so often disappointed. I did not understand then that to everything there is a season and a purpose to everything under the sun. I thank God for the wait for in my waiting I have a testimony that God will do what he promises in his time. I was being developed in the gift of discerning of spirits then although I did not realize it. I knew when other children really wanted to be friendly and I knew those who were prepared to taunt me and to make fun of how I looked. I always sat under a teacher when we were let out to play after lunch. There was a nice woman that I knew would be kind to me. I was learning how to function without a click or a group. Yes I was different and I did not have to fit in with the crowd. God was developing my own character and integrity and I was able to see when someone was not up to any good that came around me.

A guy would come into our neighborhood carrying his bible and preaching aloud. He would ask if anyone wanted a miracle that to let him lay hands on then and pray. He always targeted us children. If I knew what I know now I would have never let him lay hands on me. Parents I admonish you, please instill in your children at an early age for them to never allow anyone to lay hands on them and pray unless you authorize it. Demonic spirits looks for innocent and clean dwelling places to inhabit and to destroy. They seek the weakness of a child to begin with. Many times such a good child grows up and becomes worse and worse and I can believe that if you check in their history that spirit was somewhere in someone or on someone that hung around them. Children are more open and susceptible to the spirit realm than we think.

If that child is exposed to evil spirits, they will try to attach themselves to that child and if the child is exposed to the anointing, I believe the same will attach itself. Children need to be covered by the blood of Jesus as well. Jesus said suffer not the children to come. Let them come.

This guy would pray for me that the Lord would heal me instantly of my eczema. I would run into the house after the prayer and I would check only to find that ugly, oozing, gray, alligator cracked skin was still there and itching. I was being taunted and all I could do was cry. I never gave up though. I would continue to let him pray for me every time he would come around. I must tell you that this guy was a starch homosexual. He carried himself in a not so masculine way. He had dyed his hair bright red or orange and had it processed. He was unclean and possessed by many spirits. I did not know then that he came with a spirit of torment for the thing I wanted the most it tormented me with. Eventually I stopped letting him pray for me and I told him that I was never healed from any of his prayers. In my own childlike way, I was letting the devil know he is a liar.

Like I said previously I learned early on who my friend was really and who just wanted to get my confidence so that I would show them what it looked like. I always wore pant, tights, and long sleeves to try to hide it. Many times, I would have a scratching fit and I would scratch until I would bleed and then the skin would stick to my clothing. I remember once my mother tying my hands up in mittens because I would literally scratch the skin off and sit there bloody. It comes with an itch that cannot be satisfied with scratching. Oh God, it was the worse. Many people thought I was burnt and would point at me and say to whomever they were speaking with to look she has been burnt. I would hear My mother loved me yet I could see the sorrow in her eyes and she would do little things to help brighten up my day without spoiling me. I thank her for that. I always felt rejected because of how I looked. That spirit had now manifested itself to follow me through many years in my life. I thank God for deliverance later from this, but up until then I continued to ask God, why me?

The devil had made me begin to see my self as a misfit; I felt that I did not fit anywhere. I thought no one loved me but my mother and my aunt. I stayed in church because they seemed not to notice my skin or they just did not make so much fuss over it. I began to take my little brother to church with me and at the age of three he could recite, the Lords prayer by heart and this I had him do everyday. I know he has a work to do and that God has his hands on him. He will be a powerful warrior for Christ. God promised me that.

I remember my dad used the Ouija board. I know that he did not understand what he had allowed into the house from the spirit realm but it had come and it had begun to hover. It was after this time that my sight had become a little clearer and I was able to see demons and angels and feel evil spirits when they were around. My family had thought that I was strange when I would tell them these things. I learned then it was better not to tell. I did not understand it all then but I knew that it was real and that I was not crazy. I learned early not to tell but the hardest part was keeping it to myself then.

Remember the skin condition I had. God did heal me around the age of thirteen. I will never forget it. I was never given any medication for it, either they had none around then or my mother could not afford it. I woke up one morning and it had disappeared. Just like that.

It was as if I never had it. All glory to God. I have such slight scarring that if I did not tell you would probably not even know I had this disease. God did it and he did a miracle for me. In his timing, he healed me. God knows how much we are able to bear. I was teen-ager and now I could wear shorts or dresses with neutral or flesh tone pantyhose and not feel ashamed that I had to hide myself. I could feel the warmth of the sun directly on my arms and not be embarrassed of what I looked like. I do not know if I could have made it through high school with that condition with the teasing and separation. God had answered my prayer. He did not forget about me. I thought he had. Learning how to make it without fitting in the in crowd at school at an early age kept and prepared me for high school whereas I did not need a crowd to feel like I was somebody.

I did not have to deal with much peer pressure for I knew how to function alone with or without the approval of others. Although I felt better about myself, I still felt somewhat different. I could not understand why I felt the way but I did. I needed to know why and I began to seek God for answers again.

CHAPTER 2

AN OPENING IN THE

SPIRIT REALM

When I was small my dad would sit me down with his ouija board and would ask the spirits questions and wait for the answers to come. I was always scared because as he would ask the questions; it would move. He would sometimes yell at me and ask me if I was moving it but I was scared because I knew I was not moving it but something else was. This opened the spirit realm even wider to me. My sight became clearer; it was commonplace for me to see something shoot past me, or for me to go somewhere and feel whatever presence was in the room. As I grew up with this happening to me, I just took it for granted that it was okay but I also knew not to tell for the sake of not being laughed at or considered crazy.

Eventually I developed an invisible friend. He was not imaginary, but he was invisible. Parents beware when your children speak about an imaginary friend verses an invisible friend. The invisible friend is a demon spirit that has manifested itself to your child. An imaginary friend is just a mental picture formed in your child’s mind of something not there, to be invisible means it is there but you just cannot see it with the natural eye.

Every Saturday morning a spirit that called itself Tommy would come to play with me when I was alone. He could talk and I could hear him as well. I knew when he was around for I could sense him. He talked in a whisper as though he thought someone else might hear him. I know now that was just to get me to talk back to him in a whisper and appear ever so crazy to anyone that would hear me talking to something they could not see.

I asked him to show himself to me because I wanted to see what he looked like naturally. However, he never would respond to that request. He would move things when no one would notice but me. I thought he was a friend because he did not poke fun at how bad my skin looked. This is when the eczema was still prevalent. This spirit made sure that he let me know that he was my friend and that I did not have many.

My brother once told me recently that he knew there were spirits in our apartment where we lived. He said one night my doll walked through the house in the middle of the night when everyone else was sleeping and it woke him up. The doll he said spoke to him and said that if he tells anyone that it would kill the entire family. My brother said he was so scared he never told anyone and kept that secret for over twenty five years.

Now I know why he was afraid to go to the bathroom at night. I told him then that is the reason why I never liked dolls. I sensed something not to right about making an image or making an idol for a little girl. We are to pattern ourselves after God, not flesh.

My mother never wondered why I did not want dolls for Christmas. I wanted what my brothers got. This doll that he saw walk, I saw wink at me and that doll was not supposed to do that. I thought that it was a bad doll and I hated dolls every since. I do not like dolls to this day. I am not afraid of them but I do not fancy them.

Well one night Tommy tried to show himself to me. It came in the wee hours of the night, it woke me up, and it began to manifest itself to me. I saw the mutation begin. It was about the size of a twelve-year-old and it had a very bright light all over it. As the features were changing and becoming more prominent and clearer, I began to get very, very afraid. I yelled for it to go away and I threw a shoe and wrapped the covers around my head, as I lay there scared to open my eyes until I fell off to sleep. I prayed it would not touch me. It was standing in the doorway to my father and mothers bedroom. I remember that fear for it was a great fear that had come over me.

I knew that if I kept looking at it that it was not going to look like I would think. It was going to be something ugly.

When I awoke in the morning and I told my brothers, they only laughed again as usual and claimed I was just dreaming. The shoe was there in the doorway where I had tossed it that night. I thank God that that spirit never came back to try to manifest itself to me. However, it did come back to try to talk. I would never talk back and eventually it stopped talking to me and has not returned since, Thank you Jesus!

My father had many books on the occult and spirits. He had books on the horoscope and on clairvoyance and the psychics. How convient for the devil to make sure those books could be in my reach. I read them all. I was afraid of what I read but the devil had tried to make me believe that I was psychic.

I did not think that there was anything wrong with being that way then. I was still in my early years about 12 or thirteen. This seemed to answer for me or to explain to me about the dreams and the visions. My church did not teach on the spirit realm or the gifts. I have gifts but did not understand them then and was not in the company of those who could help me even though I was in the church. I was seeking to know Truth; I prayed and yet with all that I read and tried to understand it never felt right. I was on a quest for Truth even as a young child.

My church based its teachings on the outward man more so

Reviews for The Prophetic Office of the Seer

[Eva Gegeny · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Very powerful testimony and teaching. Thank you so much! May the Lord bless you more abundantly!