I love you to life Candace!
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I will be the first to say, I used to not be a fan of Candace Owens, but once I started listening….. really listening and paying attention to her, I realized my dislike of her was personal conviction and nothing she truly said wrong. I left Christianity in 2016, but because of Candace Owens I’m considering my return.
Candace Owens is the ONLY black woman besides myself I’ve seen openly condemn sex crimes against children. You have won me over Candace you’re slowly saving my life and probably my soul. Your are fearless and I love everything about you Candace, I’ve never had anyone I wanted to be like until I started really paying attention to you. I feel seen, I feel heard, and I feel vindicated and I believe everything is going to be okay.
I was trafficked by my own mother my own family as a child and it has ruined my life. I want to be who I should have beenbeen if none of that happened and Candace is a shining example of that.
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I'm probably physically the polar opposite of you: an old Euro-American man born Catholic. I pray you become Catholic and make a gift of your innate, profound, Afro-American Spirituality. God knows we need you.
Candace recently spoke of street lamps going dark as Charlie jogged under them. Sometimes street lamps go dark when I walk my dog under them. It scares me. Allow me to share a recent event.
One of my Catholic physician friends graduated from St Louis University medical school during the 1960s. I attended a St Louis middle school at the time. My friend's well versed in the Roland Doe case because one of his professors participated in the exorcism. Unbeknownst to me at the time, I volunteered at Alexian Brothers Hospital where Roland Doe's exorcism took place decades before.
As a child, Roland Doe played with a ouija board and conjured up evil. THE EXORCIST book and movie are adaptations of Roland Doe's story.
One night I paid a call to my friend's home. My doberman was in my truck. The plan was to take care of business, then take my dobe on a quick walk around.
A little over a year ago, my friend's son, also an physician, took his own life. My friend's wife disclosed how her father was a 30+ degree Mason. (I don't remember his exact rank.) She attributes her son's suicide to an intergenerational curse incurred by her Masonic father. The dioceses' Exorcist gave her this prayer:
Prayer for Protection and Healing
Heavenly Father, I praise and thank you for all you have given me. Please cover me with the protective, precious blood of your Son Jesus Christ. Increase your Holy Spirit in me with His gifts of wisdom, knowledge, understanding, hunger for prayer, and discernment to help me know your will and surrender to it more completely.
Please heal my negative emotions and any wounds in my heart and spirit. Send the sword of your Holy Spirit to sever and break all spells, curses, hexes, voodoo and all negative genetic, intergenerational and addictive material, past, present, or to come, known or unknown, against me, my relationships and family, finances, possessions, and ministry.
Father I forgive and I ask forgiveness for my sins and failings, and I ask that my whole person, body and mind, heart and will, soul and spirit, memory and emotions, attitudes and values be cleansed, renewed and protected by the most precious blood of your Son, Jesus Christ.
Through the name of Jesus Christ, by his power and authority, his passion death and resurrection, I bind and break the power and effect in or around me of any and all evil spirits who are trying to harm me in any way, and I command these spirits and their companion spirits in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit to leave me peacefully and quietly. Jesus, I thank you for healing the effects of these spirits in and around me.
Dear Holy Spirit please fill any void in me with your overflowing great love. All this Father, I pray in the name of Jesus Christ by the guidance of your Holy Spirit. Immaculate heart of Mary spouse of the Holy Spirit, please pray for me and with me. Amen.
My friend's home sits on the East side of a dead end street. The street ends in the woods with three street lamps. On the West side sits the hundred acre backyard of an empty mansion. A billionaire Catholic husband and wife used to live in it until he took his own life in his back yard.
While walking with my Doberman towards the third and last street lamp, I cogitate on Masonic curses and Exorcisms. When I'm under the third lamp, a premonition overtakes me and the lamp goes dark. I'm a alone, in the woods, where a man took his own life. I'm scared out of my wits. I'm on the verge of panic. In pitch black I must turn my back to evil to get the hell out of there. I stop thinking and start praying, nearly running out of the woods as fast as possible.
That's how dark street lamps impact me.
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God bless you, sweetheart. Candace is a great role model for all. I will pray for your return to Christianity, and that Jesus moves in miraculous ways to heal you.
Club Candace
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