I’ve always been connected to the spirit. Even As a child. I would do meditation with my mother, exploring the heavens and the cosmos in my mind. I had many gifts as a child growing up. I could discern the spirit, I could see the spin on a baseball as I hit it. I had physical master’s youth. However I didn’t discern between what was good and bad around me. I had very little judgment the world. It was then that the adversary deceived me. It sent women of power into my life to teach me what it was like to be powerful. I was able to play with spirits, and explore realms that few knew existed. But everything that I experienced, had its source in the dark. I asked the dark side for enlightenment, sending me spiraling into an experience of psychosis, panic attacks, and many horrors to make me stronger. I remember one of the women in my life told me I was supposed ask it all to stop, that I was too strong for my own good. I never did ask the Enlightenment to stop. It is still my journey. I studied shamanism, rosicrucianism, and with teachers that were in my life. I took it to realms of awakening that few on this planet get to experience. There was a dark sorceress that made me believe I was better than I was. She made me believe I was a God. It was then that I asked my apprentice guide locked in a perception that was healthy. I was brought off my pedestal. I crashed and burned in hit bottom. I made a discernment that I had to go for the light and what was good in the world. I had to create judgment. I could no longer commit the sin of omission. It was then that the Holy Ghost spoke to me and commanded me to join the Church of Jesus Christ of latter-day Saints. Slowly all of my gifts were taken away and I was left to be a muggle. He was here I learned meekness instead of power. I got the phone number for the missionaries and told them I wanted to meet. When I saw them I said I wanted to be baptized. Those three weeks were very supernatural, the adversary throwing all of the dark that it could at me that I was able to experience. Every night I thought I was going to die. The day of the baptism feeling came over me that I would be drowned in the water. I told God that it would be better to be dead and be baptized. I was willing to give up my life for it. It was then that the Holy Ghost came into my heart and peace came over me. As I came out of the water I was clean.
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