

### REINCARNATION

A RETURN

TO

LIFE

by Norma Holt

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2013 Norma Holt

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# Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - A Prelude to After Life Beliefs

Chapter 2 - My Return to Life

Chapter 3 - Dealing with Lies

Chapter 4 - At Age 45 it happened

Chapter 5 - Called by God

Chapter 6 - It all Became Clear

Chapter 7 - Visions and More Commissions

# Chapter 1

### A Prelude to After Life Beliefs

This story is anything but weird but it may not convince the skeptic that it is so. Through its unlikely beginning the conclusion is somewhat amazing for I was at the start of a long journey to undo many of life's mysteries. While my reincarnation is a major part of my existence it was the biggest secret of my life until on safe enough ground to reveal it.

It was a completely natural event. I stood above my dead body, that of a man around 45 years of age. It was a lovely sunny day and the sun was high in the sky. That's as much as I can tell you about the event except that I had been driving a dray (horse and cart) and the horse was now quiet and still in the stocks as though it knew that something momentous was happening. Obviously I had 'passed over' but without any pain or regret.

There was no fear but a great deal of pleasure. Something great was going to come of my death because it was such an enormous relief and there were no regrets about leaving. It was almost as if it was expected and I was being called for a special job. With great anticipation the feeling that 'at last I can do it' was overwhelming. Whatever that something was it started me on my path to the next life.

It is important to note here that there was no feeling of leaving anything behind that had great attachment to me. Whether there was family, friends, business acquaintances or other mattered naught and there were no ties holding me back. There was no desire to hang around as my presence was required elsewhere. There was definitely something for me to do and it would be told to me when it would happen.

From my recollections it proves that some of us have had past lives and that they have little or no bearing on what we do or become in the next. It establishes many other things as well, such as what happens after death and do we live on. In my case, yes! Something goes beyond life that carries memory and desires with it.

It might be compared to what we did yesterday, or last month, or last year, for example. We remember most of it in our subconscious but only rarely do we refer to it. The things we do throughout life impacts on what we do in the future. For instance if we obtain a degree we might enter a profession. If, on the other hand, we choose to become a laborer we may stay in that line of work. But that is not an unchangeable condition because kings can become servants and vice versa.

Could it be, therefore, that it is our subconscious mind that continues while the consciousness fades? No! My experience is one of a transfer of my spirit from one body to the next and that within that power is held memory and links to the Divine, the Spirit of the Universe.

The most pertinent question is why are so many opposed to it? Spirituality is almost a dirty word and those who communicate with the Great Spirit of the Universe may be targeted as schizophrenic or worse. A little background to past human behaviour, therefore, may help to answer it.

Many expect animals to have an afterlife but if they don't have a subconscious mind then the memory cannot live on but from what has just been said they need to have a link to the spirit. That is the criteria! Also why mankind owns an expectation of an afterlife has to do with developed senses and connections made well before our evolution from primordial man. This is evident in the grave goods and sacrifices present in ancient graves dating from the middle of the Paleolithic era, some 400-700 years ago.

My later studies revealed that grave goods, in the form of floral tributes and animal sacrifices, were located along with skeletons in caves in the Southwest region of Asia that predate humanity. This coincides with the presence of the voice box, an essential for speech, and links to passing on philosophical thoughts regarding the continuation of life beyond the grave. The species of that time was Homo erectus. Other burials from that period were accompanied by animal remains, such as those of bears.

If language and religion have the same genesis and were responsible for cognitive development then so too was symbolism. My research conducted over many years shows they do indeed have the same starting point. Grave goods reflect the latter in that symbolically the animals represent the means by which the dead were expected to be resurrected. Bears, in particular, hibernate in winter as though they are dead and miraculously resurrect in the spring. This presented man with the notion that he is capable of this feat as well.

In my case the impact of my past life, or lives, was much stronger than normal. That is because the memory stayed and through conscious efforts on my part it was not wiped out by the noise of the world. To begin with there was the other language that came with me and it differed to that of my family. Thinking and problem solving was conducted in that tongue and took place very early in my new life. Attempts to educate me into myths about heaven and hell failed and anything adverse to my spirituality caused such a reaction within me that it was instantly ignored or dismissed.

Almost in the blink of an eye after leaving my body there was pitch darkness. My eyes simply went out. There was no time, no pressure but an overwhelming sense of belonging as though coming home and it was not somewhere I wanted to leave in a hurry. Where and who I was had no importance. Here was normal and expected with a wonderful feeling of peace, love and belonging.

There were no other places, images or things here. No heaven or hell and certainly no judgment. There was, however, connection to the Spirit of the Universe.

The next memory involved visions of a life ahead. This was where a conflict arose within me as coming back to this world was an unpleasant thought. It became even less desirable when the ups and down of what it would entail were shown to me as a line stretched out into the distance but there was a job to do and this would be the time to complete it. Then a number appeared along the line that represented my passage through this life. It was age 45 that stood out. The sense that something extra special would happen at that time overtook me but I would have to wait until then to find out what it was.

Messages about my upcoming life were given to me in my head or, should I say, that part of me that remembers. There was no speaking, no touching, and certainly nothing to stimulate any of my other senses except my emotions. Beside this sensation there was a tingling; a sense of aliveness, a feeling that this was a spiritual thing and the thing directing me was the Spirit.

No one can adequately describe this force as it is something one must experience to know and understand. One thing that can be said is that it has no body, no person, and it requires no throne to sit on or messengers to do its bidding. It cannot be seen but most certainly can be felt. The Spirit communicates directly, therefore, and makes its presence very clear. It also controls all things as nothing can or does happen without it affecting other things which are equally as important in the plan that is being acted out.

Earthquakes and natural disasters are often attributed to evil forces that act against God. It is now known that such forces are from the Spirit itself and it sends pain and hardship to those who oppose it. The things we suffer are meant to condition us to change direction, think ahead, take precautions, establish the facts, accept the inevitable, and look for answers. Often those answers are searched for within where the Spirit talks to us.

One often hears about personal communication in the head, like ESP. This strikes a chord as anything spiritual is conducted through the mind and not through the voice. That is why communication with the Spirit is in thought not words while spoken and repetitious prayers are a waste of time and energy because no one is listening. Only when one pleads for help within can answers be received, often without our awareness.

Born with this knowledge it was pertinent to discover why humans think and act the way we do. What is behind the stories of heaven and hell, devil, angels and saints? These were things yet to be found out. In time the answers would come. The reader must allow me the opportunity to jump ahead to explain the thinking that opposes reincarnation and why it is outlawed by religions.

Mythology is built on notions that there are many 'gods', good and bad, which require worship and prayers to provoke a response and to stop disasters from happening. This is seen in the remnants of cultures throughout the world while trance is one such way that people think they can communicate with their gods. The use of alcohol is another, which is why it is called 'spirit'. If these gods are living it is expected they require feeding and so they offer food, blood, and animals to appease them.

One can see from this that while they believe they are 'in the spirit' this is an invented form of godliness and it has nothing to do with reality.

This behavior is the basis of modern religious conduct which focuses on things like 'communion' of the so-called body and blood of a Savior god. This stems from cannibalizing the god's body in times past. To sanitize the practice alcohol replaced the blood in communion. As long as it is red it passes as a symbol of the real thing and if it causes a degree of a reaction within the body then it passes for spiritual input.

This is, in effect, childlike thinking based on invoking power by forcing life into things that are inanimate or dead. Some believe that nature can be made to perform to the human will. Little girls try to make their dolls come alive using the same tricks while little boys dream of things like being superman and flying through space. They don't realize that behind mobility and having life there is a myriad of requirements. The same stands for when food is offered to idols that are prayed to in the expectation of miracles or help to solve problems.

Feast days are those in which worship of 'saints' or special gods occur. The term 'feast' means 'to eat in abundance' and by so doing the person involved is feeding on the 'god'. Because the statues can't eat the people do it for them. It is within that context that they consume things at services like the Christian mass. Offering to the gods are also made on special days which are dedicated to these images.

Such things began with the belief that god-men who were sacrificed to marry Mother God, the ancient form of the divine, were transformed into gods during their death scenes. Graphics located in ancient sites where bones show cannibalism took place among their followers several million years ago. By consuming their body and blood at the point of death they obviously believed they would absorb the magic of the godliness and be transformed. It remains the basis of the Catholic Mass which is an enactment of the sacrifice with the ingestion of the body and blood at the height of the death scene.

This is further evidence of belief in an after-life and resurrection from the dead. These ideas, however, do not involve reincarnation but resurrection.

Evidence of cannibalism of god-men is available in almost every ancient culture where sites are located. As the Western world appeared to move beyond these beliefs they were then outlawed. But religious leaders simply sanitized them through magical acts like that of the Mass. Yes, cannibalism was very much a part of the ancient rituals conducted universally and it is still going on. Now it's replaced by bread and wine representing the body and blood of the deceased Savior. And it all takes place for good reason.

Before scientific knowledge allowed insight into how the body works and what lies beyond earth elders posited that planets and stars are souls of the dead. This is still seen in religions such as Hindu and Shinto where candles are lit inside mini balloons and set adrift into the night sky to enact the rising of the soul or to give it light to follow into the heavens. Life was such a mystery that it was considered that people could live on, in their bodies nonetheless, as stars in the heavens.

Here again is the notion that if you do something such as this you make the supernatural thing work. The soul is meant to rise up so why not light the way. While visiting a cemetery a few years back there was a woman who told me she comes to her son's grave every day to make sure the lamp is lit so he finds his way to heaven. He died some 2 years previously.

To aid the dead in their travels several tricks were employed and some are still used today. One of these involves using birds of prey, such as vultures, condors, and eagles to transport the body upwards. Dissecting the body and feeding it to such birds who, in turn, took on the life of the one they consumed was the way to ensure the deceased rose up. This was practiced in Tibet, for example, until recently. Instead of the bird flying upwards it is meant to be the person who died who has taken over the body of the bird by being inside it. From this practice came the notion of angels as messengers with wings.

Depictions on the walls of ancient buildings show the stylized vulture that demonstrates precisely how the body was transformed, or transferred. It was also depicted in the number of flight feathers in the tail or wings and through the symbols drawn within the bird's body. Once the meaning of the numbers was known to me this became easy to translate.

Stylized images that accompany dead kings, such as the Mayan king, Pacal, in Palenque, Mexico, show him descending from the cross with the highly adorned bird perched on top. He is entering into the mouth of the Earth Mother, drawn in a staple shape. This burial took place around the 8-9th CAD and is reminiscent of those performed for Egyptian pharaohs. He was the staple of his people and corn is depicted several times in the scene. In Egypt the Pharaoh was the staple and in that country it was wheat.

The indication is that when they are the Father Gods in heaven they will supply the food necessary to sustain their people. [S} is an old term for 'light' and 'spirit' and 's-taple' translates as 'light of the table' or 'spirit of the table' (place for food). 'S-table' is the origin of 'stable' for where the domesticated animals are kept as a food source.

The same beliefs impacted on later thinking whereby men were convinced they could rise to heaven without involving birds. What was then depicted are drawings of him with the head and wings of a bird but the body of a man. Such are found accompanying sacred sites in Scandinavia and other parts of Europe dating from c2,000 - 3,000 years ago and they portray men as angels.

Another act found in sacred sites involves depictions of kings or holy men severing their own heads and thereby proving that their power travels beyond the grave. Such images are located in ancient cities, such as Çátál Húyák in Turkey and in the Mayan temples, particularly that on an urn in the Altar de Sacrificios, in Mexico. Images in other places show urns of blood used for drinking by those who subsequently were raised several levels up the ladder towards heaven.

At the point of death the body dances so giving the appearance that even without his head the deceased has power. The depictions in the above sites show the headless bodies dancing. Dance was, therefore, a prime indicator that the god or gods are present within the person after death.

When living participants engage in trance it also causes the body to dance or perform unnatural acts, which are likewise linked to godliness. It is for this purpose that drugs were invented and used. Eventually anything that could make the brain act as if it is possessed was sought after. Lunatics were often considered to be spokespeople for God and they were kept at the court of kings for this reason as jesters.

It was only another small step to expect that by consuming the body and blood one could become like a god because of the power of the god-man they are worshiping. It went further still when it became necessary to kill men to become gods and send messages to the Sun. The number of men who died at the hands of the Aztecs was recorded by Cortez who said that it was so great the blood flowed down the street. Their sacrifice involved ripping out their hearts and offering them to the celestial body, apparently to give it strength. We don't have written records on these events, only depictions.

At that time the chief god in heaven was considered to be the sun, a female entity, and Mother of all life. Men could not become the supreme God, therefore, but her mates. She took on so many of them at a time that the 'h-or', which translates as 'hill of the sun', for the place where they died, became the title of women who take many mates.

The ancient term for her was 'El' which is symbolized in the letter. By doubling it became 'elle'. The letter 'a' stands for 'power'. 'Ella' is a girl's name and is in 'Allah', the chief God of Islam.

The sun delivered symbols to work with and one of these was the cross. When the celestial body rose above the horizon or passed behind an object, like the peak of a mountain, it made this extraordinary sign. The rays of light transforms into a series of perpetually moving colors that are those in the rainbow, or arch. The seven colours became the symbol for Mother God as the sun. It remains as such in modern churches and temples where there are seven candles on the altar and seven lights in the Jewish menorah.

The term of the latter breaks down into 'men-or-a' and means, according to my linguistics research, 'men with sun's power'. 'Or' is an old term for sun and it relates to 'o-r' for 'circle of power'. The term synagogue derives from 'sun- god' as 'sin' and 'sun' is synonymous. Religious organizations, such as the Church of England, hold a 'synod' as a meeting of the clergy.

The trinity of Mother God was the earth, sun and light and is represented in the number 3. 3x7 is 21 the magical number in gambling and the age of consent. There are many number type symbols but they are left to be discussed in a different book.

Always in association with her was the cross. It was her 'mount', a derivative of 'mountain'. The sun was pinned to the cross with five wounds in an image from Elephantina, the first known crucifix which pre-dates Christianity by almost a thousand years. Five is another number associated with her. It is likewise that used to represent one's passage to life and it is found in archaeological sites worldwide from c10, 000 plus years ago.

Putting two and two together men devised that if they died on the cross at dawn they could be pressed into the sun or her light and so become gods. 'Pressed' and 'priest' have the same origin. Men rushed to be chosen for sacrifice and in some societies so many men died in this manner that they left their community devoid of male protection.

The aim was to die on the cross to marry the sun as it rose above the horizon. In old days this time was called 'noon'. It translates as 'no circle of victory'. The time of noon was changed later by a Roman Caesar, Constantine, who sought to hide the origin of his invented crucified savior, Jesus Christ.

The sun was titled 'Mari', 'Mara', or 'Mary', and it is from this source that the term 'marry' is derived. To become her 'consort' men had to become birds and many ancient depictions of men in this transition state show them with bird-like heads, wings, huge erect penises and often with the legs of an animal, such as a bull. The messenger passed on the law of the sun as he transformed into her consort and his movements were interpreted by the elder who was often dressed in his skin.

His body language sounds, and entrails allowed the reading of the law as interpreted by that elder. As he entered his spiritual state his body was consumed, often while still alive as depicted in some drawings of these rituals and particularly noted as practiced by American Plains Indians. One of the complaints from Cortez to the Pope was that the American Indians had learned the ways of the Catholic Church from the devil, which had got to them first. This was cause for their eradication.

This is only a sample of the knowledge I have accumulated by being sent back to do the job. It was the lies of religion that were pressing on me as the job to do when passing from my last life. It was to become a life of trials and learning as I waited for the Spirit to commission me, which happened at exactly 45 years of age.

# Chapter 2

### My Return to Life

Having examined where the anti-reincarnation status of religions originated it is now possible to draw a comparison with my experience.

It seemed completely natural. My past lives were part of what would be accomplished in this one. The relief felt when the last life ended and the enormous, overwhelming feeling that _at last I can do it_ has never faded. It was to be the start of a trip into the past and the future at the same time and there would be many twists and turns along the way.

Within me was knowledge of a great burden carried forward from one life to the next and an expectation that in this coming life it will be finished. It is the same inner process that connects some to the Great Spirit of the Universe, the all-pervasive force, and it was that same power into whose hands my future now passed.

The story begins with my last death. Yes, I have full memory of it. That should not shock anyone because many people report out of body experiences these days and of passing beyond life and returning to their bodies to be fully restored but changed forever. The difference is that they return to the same body. I went on into a new one.

But that is just a small sample of what life and death is about according to my experiences. It's rather like genes. They pass from life to life, from one body to the next, and they carry memory and serve a mighty purpose. We can't get into the mind of God to understand how things work that bring us back and carry us forward. Life, however, is constant renewal but only the spiritual are renewed through reincarnation.

Many pass beyond life and return in other bodies while their memory of it may be wiped out by the opposition within society and religion. Some appear to return to an already occupied body and many cases of this 'split' personality are documented. With children they can usually recall something of a previous existence until the ages of around three or four years before it fades through learning and what this life and those around them are influencing them with. Some, however, like me carry the memory forward and it cannot be erased.

The evidence for reincarnation is right before our eyes, but many choose to ignore it. The very young, however, recall things linking them to knowledge, behavior, language, illnesses or other things from past lives. That happened to me. Transvestites are another case in point. They were one sex in a previous life and find it hard to adjust to the other sex in their new life. That also happened to me but I was able to overcome it as my knowledge of why it was there helped.

Knowledge of reincarnation is extensive and many societies believe in it but in the western world religion tries to remove mention of it. The fundamentalists want to separate the spiritual knowledge from the mind and replace it with manmade values. In countries where reincarnation is acceptable the children have far more relationship to it than in western societies where it is frowned upon.

This means it is buried while individuals experiencing déjà vu and flashbacks are related to devils and demons. Many who talk about their experiences are ridiculed, called unattractive names, isolated and generally ignored unless they can prove conclusively that what they say is fact.

But the evidence is there for those who want to believe. The two sides of philosophy are at odds because those who are not spiritual have no concept of it. Those who have it are unaware of the depth of ignorance pervading the religious world. Reincarnation, however, has markers!

Some are born with visual skills that others may acquire through years of learning and hard work. Some are confused about their sexuality, which often leads to homosexuality, a major issue in the religious world.

Who in the science arena thinks of the possibility that it could be due to a change in sex for those with memory of being the opposite in their last life to what they are now? Ridicule is horrible and those who have problems with this may even commit suicide because of the failure of others to understand them. The religious minded say it is against God because they want everyone to go to the religion to be married and rear their children in its ways. Now even the gay people want to be married and that does not make any sense to me but they should have the right to do so.

Someone at some time figured out laws controlling birth and death and so imposed their beliefs for others to follow. They were, of course the religious fathers who saw everything related to natural behavior as something to be taxed and ruled upon. During the 5th CAD the Roman Catholic Church outlawed reincarnation to protect its notions of heaven, of which it claims to hold the keys. It drags people through its doors with the promise of an eternal life of bliss while heavily promoting hell to offset any opposition and to keep them there.

Records show that reincarnation was an acceptable occurrence frequently addressed during the time of the Roman Empire.

My experience was indeed of reincarnation and the burden I carry is to override the philosophical rubbish that denies it and to bring to light past behavior and facts so long hidden by a conspiracy. The question was how to prove it? Without counting on or even suspecting the credibility that came with knowledge imparted to me from the Spirit in later years it was a puzzle yet to resolve.

All that was known to me was that at age 45 sometime extraordinary would happen. Meanwhile my thirst for knowledge drove me to research from a very young age everything possible about human nature. Never did I guess that one day in this lifetime I would have a special name and become the spokesperson for God or that one day the plan that has been in place forever would be revealed to me.

While people say God can do anything the facts are that the Spirit operates within a system that is rarely, if ever, deviated from. Statements of how things will be were recorded by God's people and are in parts of the Old Testament. The promises are coming true as we are approach the end. But even they have been tampered with by those who try to hide the truth about the Spirit.

People who see into the future are called prophets or psychics. They are spiritual beings as they speak with power and an authority that creates sensations like goose bumps or shivers. Their words are rarely questioned because they have knowledge of the divine that is unequalled elsewhere. They receive visions and instruction from the Spirit and the Old Testament prophecies promise that a woman will come at the end to set all things straight. Called the Daughter of Zion the truth she brings is referred to as the 'mountain of Zion', and the place of the House of God.

Prepared for this role prior to my birth there was awareness that this job awaited me and that it has to be done and that this is the time. That is why the urgency to do the job was on me as I left my last body.

So I passed out of my body, that of a man around 45 years of age, and stood above it looking upon the man face down on a horse drawn cart in a paddock. The horse stood silently in the stocks. There were no regrets; in fact great excitement filled me. 'At last I can do it' was the only thought on my mind.

Who or where I was bore no consequence. Even the time of day escapes me although the sun was shining and it was very bright.

Without thought of leaving anything of value behind nor any family or close bonds my mind was at rest. Freedom came, unrestricted and in a place that one could only imagine. My being was tingling with power of the spirit while beyond the grave and for all intents and purposes in the afterlife.

Then in darkness, pitch black, nothing to see, no one around except for the Great Spirit of the universe with whom my spirit was communicating. What's more, if you can believe it, it appeared that my being was incorporated within it. The tingles increased to an amazing degree of energy beyond description but which many feel in part when searching for truth within.

There was nothing else. No heaven and hell, devil, angels or saints and certainly no judgment. Would there be a need to excuse my part in a plan laid down at the beginning and foretold thousands of years ago by the Creator who knows all? No! Because we are all part of the plan only some are more aware of it than others.

Spirit is neither male nor female but a force without sex that never sired a child. God is most definitely not a man and without genes has never fathered a child. For that reason it referred to by the impersonal pronoun 'it'.

There are no apologies for who my being would become or what this life would make of me. If the last teacher is to be me then that is God's plan and it must be carried out according to the instructions given.

As a very tiny part of the Spirit of the Universe there was power within me that is beyond human reason. Visions of what was to be my next life stretched out ahead of me, as a line reaching far into the distance. Along it were ups and downs, times and dates. One time stood out above all the others. The age of 45 was highlighted as something special.

Fully aware and floating above a couple being married my new parents were shown to me. Besides them my sister, Betty, of 3 years and brother, Wally, of 12 years made up my family. It was December and the date and year are recorded on the marriage certificate. Born just one month later an enormous load of baggage came with me as my struggles began.

On my return there was an awareness of everything around me. Although unable to articulate the reason for it there was a different language in which I could think and process information that came with me. Unable now to recall it from those young years it would never have been surrendered willingly. My mind clung to it like a treasure one dare not loose. The result was great difficulty learning English and until I was 8 years old not many could understand me.

A music teacher thought it more important for me to speak properly than to learn the violin at that time. So the lessons were spent on pronunciation of sounds and the syntax of words. That's when my other language faded away.

Those early days were long and anxious ones for the most part but absorbing knowledge from the world around me took priority. It was important to know about everything and training my brain to recall the least important details of conversations, events and places was part of it.

Our first place of abode was a ground floor flat with a strange smell at the entrance to the building. It was small and cramped as the front door opened directly into the lounge room with the tiny kitchen off to the left. To the right a short hallway with a bathroom opposite a small bedroom led to the master bedroom at the end. It had distinct characteristics due to its triangular shape with the apex at the furthest point from the door of that room.

One day while lying facing that point the door opened and Wally tiptoed to the dressing table on the far side and took a hair brush. Mother called out "Don't wake the baby."

Soon after we moved to my grandmother's ground floor flat in Beach Road, Bondi, before finally getting a house just ten doors down the street some time later. The flat was a temporary loan from the Matron of the Hospital where I was born and she became very close to me as the friendship between her and mother developed into almost sister like proportions years later.

When four and a half years old mother took me to start school at the convent, St. Anne's, where my eldest sister was already a student. We walked along Blair Street, which ran at about a sixty degree angle to Beach Road.

This avenue is wide with garden beds down the center of it and it is a major road into and out of Bondi. It was the first time we walked to the school but there was a familiar presence about it. As we approached the corner of Blair Street and Warner's Avenue my brain went into overdrive.

Memories flooded back and stopping dead in my tracks there was instant recognition. It was built into the sharp angle that the 2 streets made as they crossed each other and the corner of it was the apex of a triangle.

"We used to live there." I blurted out.

Mother was stunned with an unforgettable look of surprise on her face. "You couldn't possibly know that" she began. "You were only three and a half weeks old when we moved." If what would soon be known by me was known then I would never have said it. There was fear and suspicion in her eyes that made me aware that my memory would not be easily received.

The closest thing that comes to mind to express it is the appearance of someone who has seen a ghost. Years later I learned that she had possibly received a great spiritual infilling with tingles and goose bumps, just as people do now when they feel the Spirit witnesses the truth.

Not wanting to hurt anyone and adopting an attitude of silence about my experiences they became deep secrets that no one would ever pry loose again for a very long time. My mother grew distant from me after that time and the birth of my baby sister, Robyn, a few months later did not improve the situation but probably contributed to it.

While the family is not Catholic it was into that environment that my mother now took me. The sight of the nuns was instant revulsion. Something in my deep memory recoiled at something that meant danger. It terrified me to the point where my emotions were uncontrollable and I was almost screaming in protest.

One of the nuns came and grabbed me by the hand and marched me into a classroom where other children were seated. She could not control me and grabbing my ankles she turned me upside down and gave me a sharp smack or two on the bottom. As she let me go she was kicked hard in her shins for her trouble and with the door open out of it my body fled with the speed of lightning.

Racing at full pelt across roads and intersections two high school girls were sent to give chase. They finally caught me in my nana's driveway and a huge scream brought my Auntie Dot (mum's sister) to the window. She ordered them to leave me alone. Unfortunately it did not last long as I was quickly marched back to school, this time to stay.

There are many things of those first years that spring to mind. In my second week of life, for example, we experienced one of the worst heat waves in Sydney's history. This was coupled with massive bush fires that are still a focus of discussion whenever current weather patterns are compared to past tragedies. Several houses were destroyed in Victoria with much loss of life. It was January 1939, and it was called Black Friday.

We were at my grandmother's house at the time and I was in the bathroom in the cool draft between the window and the door with wet towels draped around. The draft made my body cold and a feeling of insecurity came over me. Later those early impressions created intense dislike for that bathroom as though it were a prison of some type. It was a large area with tiled walls and floor and always cooler than the rest of the house.

At 10 months old and by forcing my reluctant muscles to support me as my father held out his arms in encouragement I toddled hesitatingly towards him. At 12 months I climbed the back stairs leading to the upper flat at my grandmother's following my sister to the second top step. There I leaned over to see how high up I was and down I went.

The view from that step is fixed in my memory before plummeting down.

A young child's head is heavier than the body that supports it and hurtling towards the ground it felt like it. Landing between long stakes supporting the tomatoes in the garden it was hard to figure out what all the fuss was about. Landing square on the top of my head amidst the yells and screams from adults and children alike meant a stay in Nana's bed with what felt like a wobbly water bag on my head. It turned out to be one huge blister.

That incident was talked about for years as they marveled how it was an act of God that I was not skewered through the brain by one of the stakes. That was the first attempt on my life by some strange force which tried many more times to get me.

The trouble facing me concerned a brain that wanted to get going quickly when my body simply could not follow its commands. My father once remarked to a friend "her brain is willing but her body is weak." Although I could not speak proper English (I had a huge accent) I learned to quickly understand it and the meaning within words would be part of my later research.

Family members still talk about the other language and of my skills and abilities apparent from a very young age. Of course it is not retrievable now but my fascination with languages may be attributed to it. Latin and French were learned in school. My artistic talent was admired as well as my singing voice. There was also an ability to fix things broken or which did not work.

When around 5 years old a biro had jammed and others in the family had tried to get it working. By removing the end and inverting it into the tube where the ink was resulted in it being virtually oiled and on replacing it the ball was free and the pen worked fine.

My father was astounded at the things I achieved and often said "I'm going to make a doctor out of her." Probably influenced by that when finally leaving school and wanting to continue my studies to do medicine he refused to let me. "It's a waste of money for girls to go to university. They just get married and don't go on with it" he stated.

This devastated me. No one knew or even guessed at the inward struggle taking place. Ahead of me was an almighty challenge and the only way to get it done is to know all I had to know and to be the best at it. If denied the chance to go to university how would it be accomplished?

# Chapter 3

### Dealing with Lies

On my return to life there was an awareness of everything around me. My mind clung to it like a treasure not to be lost. But things were now getting in the way of my memory but not my goal.

During my first few weeks in school the class was taken to Church for the Friday Angeles. Not having been in a church in this life before the place sickened me. Big, cold and impersonal with idols everywhere we genuflected before the altar, for some reason, and sitting down in a pew terrified as the other classes were led in.

Even worse the Spirit died within me and a feeling of being trapped, claustrophobic and sick on the stomach increased my pain. On the previous Sunday a horrible accident saw me slip in gravel on a hillside and hurtle head over heels while taking sizable chunks of skin from the knuckle on my right little finger, elbow, upper arm and my right knee. Deeply embedded the gravel was slowly and with great care extracted by my father who performed the deed while issuing great words of comfort.

Sitting now inside this mausoleum, buried in a traumatic state of confusion, loss of liberty and with sore wounds a ray of light came into the gloom. Entering with other girls was my sister, Betty, who walked down the aisle nearby. The link to freedom and things all familiar through the presence of my sister caused me to call out of her name.

The stern gaze of the nun at the end of the pew met mine as tears rolled gently down my cheeks. She had about as much compassion as a dried up prune and her wrath was noticeable from a distance. It was me she had now in her sights.

On arrival back at school she did not hesitate to call me to the front of the class. Ordered by her bitter, angry voice to put out my hand it was the left one that was proffered to her. But no! It had to be the right one, the injured one.

During a picnic to Berowra Waters, not far from Sydney travelling north, on the previous Sunday wild enthusiasm saw me charge down a gravel road after my sister and cousin racing ahead of me. It was such an exciting day and we had crossed the river on a 'punt' in our recently purchased second hand car. The moving raft drew our attention immediately after lunch and as we raced to see it my feet slipped and that's how the accident happened.

Travelling a considerable distance on naked arms and legs down the steep slope I was a mess. Rags halted the blood until my father bandaged the wounds later at home. Lifting me carefully onto the kitchen table he used instruments from his first aid kit to remove the numerous bits of stone and a special solution to clean the bleeding depressions they left. Some were so deep that the scars remain to this day, particularly on my little finger and knee. My finger suffered the most and gravel was embedded in the joint and most of the skin was missing from its length and the side of my hand. One could easily see it would take a fair time to heal.

In that classroom and before my peers while trapped by an inability to protest it was tentatively held out before me as the cane came down. Thrash, thrash, and thrash, six times. Then freedom at last! Once more racing home to Nanna's at the speed of light some high school girls were after me. More confused than ever over my punishment and ready to quit this world and certainly that school they were never going to catch me. It was a torture chamber that could have been done without.

Blood was seeping from the wound and the pain was unbearable. It did not take a genius to know that I had gotten off on the wrong foot with the nuns. They took delight in hurting me and, thereby, in exercising their hatred against non-Catholics. But there was another force at work here. My handicap in not speaking English properly made me an outsider and someone to be bullied.

Not taken back to school that day my father frightened me again when told what had happened. Outraged his face turned red as he yelled: "I'll kill them."

It taught me once again to shut up and take the punishment which would be far less severe than my father going to jail for murder. Learning these harsh lessons at just four and a half was necessary for finding my way in intolerable situations.

In later years the hatred towards me was turned around by my being better than the Catholics, by being more honest than they, and a far better student. Despite all they did to me there was no hate or anger on my part, only confusion. And the worst confusion of all was that I did not know why God had sent me to this place.

Soon after this when put into a higher class more befitting of my level of intelligence things improved dramatically. To begin with that nun that had become my worst enemy was no longer over me.

In more advanced years when often the only one sitting down for good work while my peers stood up created jealousy in some of my class mates that was overly apparent. They had failed to learn their lessons the night before whereas my photographic memory spared me from that torture.

In the long run the pain of those early years was a conditioner and teacher of humility. It brought me closer to understanding how people suffer because of religion and gave me compassion to fight on to end the lies.

In High School, when virtually the only one the nuns would trust to count their money and do their banking, they often invited me to the convent after school to receive special privileges. One nun in particular, a Sister de Chantal, became a close friend and as she was an artist, gardener and mathematician we had much in common.

Other nuns came to respect me as well, especially as my services were always on offer.

They learned another thing about me. It was beyond me to lie or make excuses as the other girls frequently did. Years later my mother told me that the nuns confided in her that they were praying for me to enter the convent. What!

Yes, I learned that some nuns are so hurt and angry themselves that they cannot help their behavior.

Some nuns became good friends and as they helped me I helped them. Something about some of them spoke volumes and, as many girls were put into convents to 'keep them out of trouble' by ignorant parents, the possibility of their involuntary imprisonment within the church was never far from my mind.

They are cloistered and the only things they have to show love to are the false gods and statues. In the end some were showing a genuine love towards me.

My wisdom to know that Spirit has no place of worship, no guards or men protecting mythical dogma, no creeds or prayers, no icons and no need for wealth or other things, was my mainstay. The relationship with Spirit proved that power is within and wisdom to know, to heal, and make peace comes only from It. Spirit is health and happiness and many things not dreamt of in this world.

Religion, on the other hand, is all show and mysteries. Thus, the images and icons of the Catholic Church which seeks to put a physical presence to the imagined gods enhanced the performance played out. It is theatre, buildings, discipline, laws, drama, audience, costumes, props, and 'faith'. It is all power and control and dedication more to the dead than the living.

It is repetition and literally the king with no clothes. As that story demonstrates it is a fact that if enough people believe something exists then it does, at least in their minds. That's the magic of religion. It doesn't matter what you do behind the scenes as long as one cannot be seen to be doing it up front. It's all smoke and mirrors in other words.

Recently a niece of mine wanted to get married to a Catholic in a Catholic Church. She had converted to the faith. They were told they could only marry in the church if they had their previous marriages annulled. Both were married for some time to earlier partners and had grown up children but it would satisfy the religious laws if these marriages could be declared null and void. That's the hypocrisy they engage in.

My message threatens the gullible and ignorance within religions. To protect themselves the leaders hide Old Testament prophecies and only deliver the New Testament in sermons. From it has grown an enormously profitable business and I was yet to discover that the New Testament is nothing more than lies.

And they bend their tongues like their bow for lies; but they are not valiant for the truth upon the earth; for they proceed from evil to evil, and they know not me, saith God. Jeremiah 9:3

Every day I heard those lies and the Spirit waned within. On eventually leaving the school it was like casting off the menstrous cloth, while the Spirit returned with strength to restore me. What followed was a productive time in my life as it took the ups and downs of the wavy line stretched out and shown to me before my birth.

It was obvious that the substance of the school was evil and there before me every day was images made to represent something that does not exist, such as Jesus Christ. He and Mary were abhorrent to me from the beginning and the chills of despair in the presence of those idols can still be felt and they bring shudders at the memories of pain they caused.

Every day fresh flowers and candles were placed before the images. Everyday prayers were said to them, every day they caused me to cringe in the presence of this idolatrous evil, without understanding why.

My peers were told in front of me that non Catholics are of the devil and to me the witch hunt began all over again. The anger I felt had to be subdued if I was to survive another day without more trauma. The ignorance of those who promote such things is beyond belief and discovering how deep it goes and why is part of my job.

Knowing now that structured religion for self-serving purposes invokes fear and causes pain, depression and further ignorance to enable it to fill assemblies on which its survival depends. It enforces male dominated power. The numbers in congregations add to the credibility of imagined gods while mythical laws increase male power and place men above all other creatures.

The religious die-hards do not know that death renews the spiritual being. They do not know that their curses are nothing more than puffs of wind in the scheme of things. They also do not know how they serve the Spirit as it was yet to be discovered and they certainly do not know how they are used by God.

In years to come it was shown to me that these are the robbers of the Old Testament who take money from the vulnerable in exchange for lies and false promises. It has also been shown that those very lies are testing the strength of the spiritual people of God and separating out the weak from the strong. The religious establishments are used by the Spirit for this purpose.

The tabernacles of robbers prosper, and they that provoke God are secure; into whose hand God bringeth abundantly. Job 12:6

During my time among them their deeds were justified by accepting that most do not know of the Spirit or of how the spiritual have within a peace and love beyond reach. The Spirit as a direction finder prevents its people telling lies, committing evil acts and even believing religion, which obviously they are prevented from knowing.

That quiet persuasive voice within spiritual people is overridden by concepts that God is a man and that evil forces are at work to oppose 'him'. When one examines this it becomes clear how mislead they are. What was being experienced here was the prison of contempt that has trapped everyone within it as they try to grasp the concept of a God that does not act alone but requires 'helpers'. Their Father God has no name and it so distant that he cannot hear so Mary runs back and forth to tell him what the children want.

She is the chief god of their worship and images are stylized to represent a gorgeous woman with a loving son who cannot deny anyone if she requests it. So it isn't the Father God, the old man of the Sistene Chapel, who has the power but the young son who supposedly died for everyone's sin. That is one of the great mysteries they put over. Naturally as a devoted son he can't refuse the mother's requests.

It is also a trick of magic. By suggesting that the Prophet suffered so that everyone can go to heaven they have devised that all sin can be forgiven by the Church officials. That way no one is ostracized from it and all can continue to fill the pews and tithe their money.

Christian Churches employ the concept of sin as an influence from the so-called devil. The hierarchy exonerates people who commit evil acts by their claim to forgive sin. Its teaching is of a parallel but opposing force to the Spirit.

It is the same when it comes to those who speak in tongues or receive visions and prophecy. The Old Testament states that only God's spiritual people will receive these gifts.

For with stammering lips and another tongue will God speak to 'Its' people. Isaiah 28:11.

This is what they overturned through the lies in the New Testament. Via that work they claim that all of God's prophecies were thrown out in favor of a new one. In years to come it would be shown to me that God predicted this event and warned against it. In fact, in later years the truth of the Spirit's words would strike a familiar cord.

Behold I am against the prophets, saith the Lord, that use their tongues, and say, he said. Behold I am against them that prophesy false dreams . . and cause my people to err by their lies and by their lightness. Jeremiah 23:32

Every Pope pretends to be a prophet and to speak for God. They claim to hold the keys to heaven and that no one can get in there unless they belong to the Church. Well, they know heaven does not exist and the whole story is a scam to get people in.

They use laws devised from their own dreams to structure their unfortunate lives and they fall by the wayside because of it. Without reason they promote 'sin' as the work of the devil instead of looking for a lack of spiritual connection.

So it was shown to me that men invented the devil and sin to replace the Spirit and they turned the Spirit's power into the devil, including healing, speaking in tongues, and anything else that belittles religious credibility.

One day a vision of an aircraft coming towards me overhead was shown in my mind. It suddenly flipped over and crashed into a hill behind me. Inside came these words: **"It is in the turning of things upside down that mankind is lost."**

Later when sent to the bible this passage was highlighted.

Woe unto them that seek deep to hide their counsel from the Lord, and their works are in the dark, and they say, Who seeth us? who knoweth us? Surely your turning of things upside down shall be esteemed as the potter's clay; for shall the work say of him that made it, He made me not? or shall the thing framed say of him that framed it, He had no understanding? Isaiah 29:15,16

The ignorance that prevents an understanding of spiritual things assisted man to create laws by turning actions into sins that supposedly can be forgiven by those who manipulate the keys to heaven. The sins they claim to forgive include those that result in people listening to their inner voice, abandoning the church, and speaking the truth.

Religion is the Babylon of the bible that I would come to know from the Spirit. Taken back in time and learning of it accompanied the special teaching that would one day send me to the beginning of language to understand. While they altered or burned books and other things to cover the origin of their faiths in mythology the things that could not be altered is the language everyone speaks.

The robbers of one's spiritual connection cannot understand why some protect creation and are not imprisoned by wealth. The latter have an inner and different power to them which is rarely on show. The former, however, try to put man's laws ahead of universal ones. The religiously minded oppose nature and invent misguided rules, such as the abandonment of safe sex, the refusal to allow safe family planning, the spread of STD's by outlawing condoms, and so on.

They overpopulate an already overpopulated world by claiming that women need to produce as many children as possible. This also increases poverty, hunger and now a world in great stress is the result. The more babies' people of religion have the more people there are to fill the temples, mosques and churches and the more money the organizations will have.

These are the robbers that people pay in expectation they will escape hell and go to heaven on their death. These are the robbers that are killing us and they oppose common sense. They are killing the world with their ignorance, lies and practices, which is also in the Spirit's plan.

During the 1980's the Spirit showed me what is to come and why? For 2 years the bible was never out of my hands as things were highlighted in it to show what is spiritually connected and what rubbish from man is about. It was no surprise that the New Testament is a conglomeration of made up stories aimed to create a religion that satisfied Roman Caesars lust for more power and control.

In the visions during that time were scenes of untold suffering like the world has never witnessed. There were huge waves from the sea inundating the land and washing people out. There were floods taking over agricultural land and killing off the food that humans depend on. There were massive fires engulfing major towns. Famine and disease affected millions and good farming land turned to desert. Little children were held hostage by terrorists and great tall buildings fell to the ground without a war weapon in sight.

Panic was everywhere and governments turned on their people to get back control. Many were burned alive in prisons and locked in sheds. Mass executions were everywhere and corpses piled up rotting in the streets with no one to bury them. In one particular vision people were crawling on their hands and knees in their own excreta and vomit around streets where thousands were dying. Death, pain and suffering were everywhere. Finally it was too much and begging the Spirit to stop showing me the visions they finally ceased. But the pain stayed with me.

It was important to record these visions so they could be tested by others. They were written down in book form and sent to every religious denomination and media outlet. After that the work got more intense as I struggled with the burden of the knowledge and how to let others know. But what should they know? What could anyone change? It was written in stone as it were that we are coming to the end. When and how is probably a lot more obvious now some 25 years later and when a lot of what was shown are now happening?

Without proof of either place people go to their deaths believing such dreams. These are the robbers and when yet a little girl without a voice to speak out they had me trapped in their clutches.

Religions are full of robbers whom people pay as part of the darkness. It was the following passages that the Spirit later used to help me understand the origins and teaching of false gods and the work of 666. A reminder once more of how the Spirit sees them:

The tabernacles of robbers prosper, and they that provoke God are secure; into whose hand God brings abundantly. Job 12:6

Through visions and prophecy the Spirit educated me into the ways of 666 and my inner voice guided me through those first years inside his prison. It makes these words ring true for me and all who believe they have the Spirit within them:

And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left. Ye shall defile also the covering of thy graven images of gold: thou shall cast them away as a menstrous cloth; thou shall say unto it, get thee hence. Isaiah 30:21,22

Every day during my school years I heard the inner voice warning me to go this way or that. I had to fight that power to sit in rooms filled with images of the so-called Virgin Mary and the Christ, who are lies. So I began my religious experience in the Catholic Church and almost every day faced another disaster.

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The time went slowly until I reached the age shown to me between lives and then great miracles happened. These are ones of instant healing and changed lives but the media is not interested in them.

To begin the work it was essential for me to stop working. Prior to this I was a Company Executive in Canberra and my income was very high. With 3 teenagers in private schools it was no mean feat to just walk out and live on a pension. But that's what the Spirit wanted and it complied with the visions shown to me between lives. Would I have taken this course otherwise?

My spiritual job requires me full time and without the worries of earning money, paying taxes, making ends meet and stressing over other things. Now my life belongs only to the Spirit and to the work and I answer to none other. It was now that friends, family and acquaintances could see that something besides me was taking over.

Then the miracles happened. One after the other people were healed by spiritual power generated from within me. My son was the first and he had a broken thumb. As my hand was placed over it and the injury was rebuked the thumb jerked and returned to its proper place, the swelling went down and he returned to school within an hour or so of leaving it.

Incidences of healing of addictions, injuries, cancer, depression, relationship problems and so on soon followed. No one was denied healing if they were genuinely seeking the truth about God. Before long there was a pattern emerging about who is able to be healed and who isn't. But it has nothing to do with me. The power comes through my head to know what to say and do then through my hands to enter the other body to heal. There are times when as it comes through my hands if I hold them over someone it is dripping off me, rather like water.

The Spirit is like water and is often described in the bible as rain, dew, water or something along those lines. It is often felt as shivers that create goose bumps or that make your hair stand on end. This usually follows when you hear or see something that is real and the Spirit wants you to know it is from God. This may confuse some into believing there are a lot of spirits, as I have heard said.

As the Spirit directed me to religious leaders as well as others some were highly resistant to anything spiritual. Some called me the devil and some sent me packing. Some welcomed me with open arms. Many were waiting for God to send someone to tell them what to do when my order came to go to them. That's when they shed tears.

It got to me that so many are carefree and untouchable by common sense even. It makes me ache all over that the Spirit, which gave us so much, is ignored by most as nothing. It drives me to distraction to see religion hijacking God's children and spoiling them with lies.

Those who cannot be touched are in the dark and it is easy to recognize them. When close to someone their spirituality lights my body or their darkness repels me. It is an insight from the Spirit that changes many a person's life.

Some arrive out of the blue or meet me in shopping centers or even arrive at my front door. Others make contact by phone for one reason or another. Email is another way that people are in touch and often healed when they hear back from me.

Then it was time for a change and one that shocked me a great deal. The Spirit told me to stop working and to do only spiritual work and that It would provide for all my needs. With 3 children in private schools and a mortgaged farm and other obligations it seemed impossible. But I could not ignore what was known from before my birth. This was the time and this was the work that must be completed in this lifetime.

# Chapter 4

### At Age 45 it happened

At 44 my life changed dramatically after a divorce and a painful marriage that saw me provide for them while rearing three children as a single mother. The Spirit made me experience the worst of man and to understand the suffering and how and why women are exploited and by whom.

At the time it was impossible to understand why this was happening. With no financial support it had become necessary to start my own business some years earlier.

Taking on a landscape designing enterprise saw me excel with a natural talent. It led to employing several people and also to a successful retail business in one of the up-market suburbs of Sydney. My marriage was never happy and when it went haywire divorce was the only option. It had been cursed from the start when he constantly undermined me and worked behind my back to ruin my credibility and to send me bankrupt. He had become an alcoholic and violent to say nothing of his jealousy.

It was a tragic mistake to sell the house awarded to me by the court that recognized that it had been purchased mainly with my money. While waiting to sell, however, a lovely farm property became available on the Central Coast. It was 5 hectares of deep rich loam with rail connections to Sydney and all coastal regions north to Queensland.

It was a place to find peace and security but, unfortunately, he lived nearby.

A creek ran through the middle and a solid wooden bridge linked the two sides. The house was basic, 3 bedrooms and large kitchen with lounge room. It lacked a lot of home comforts but was a fantastic place to live.

Moving to the Central Coast, some distance from Sydney and my business, followed a fatal attempt to put the marriage back together. It served no other purpose, however, than to give him power to use against me.

Looking back on it now the hand of God was in everything that happened and within two and a half years the victimization was hitting hard as it became impossible to function and the economy dried up, along with my business.

Things plummeted downhill for the whole country that was now in a major recession. When they were as hopeless as ever the Spirit spoke:- " **Norma, go to Canberra."**

Drained of everything and virtually bankrupt spiritually, emotionally, financially, socially and physically there was no help and nowhere to go. Now it is obvious that the Spirit did this to break me from the world.

There were mornings that saw me struggle to get out of bed. There were times when my arms became almost impossible to raise for lack of energy. It was the pits of depression and anxiety when only one thing kept me going - the children.

There was nothing ahead to look forward to and yet from these ashes would soon come mighty things.

The entire country was in a depression and for the first time in my life there was no income. Without enough food to feed us the electricity was disconnected, farm equipment was repossessed, and the car would soon be next. That would leave me destitute and unable to recover.

The Spirit spoke to me and only an hour or so afterwards my children delivered confirmation. Arriving home from three different directions and at different times each asked individually on entering the house: "Mum, can we go and live in Canberra?"

The Spirit confirmed Its message through them.

Until then instructions came only through visions or a process like osmosis where thoughts penetrated my brain and felt good. There were also the times when I was channeled into action through circumstances. This was not one of those times because I had for the first time in my memory been directly told to do something by an audible 'voice'.

With no money, no job and heavily in debt with mortgage, car payments and three children, the car was unregistered and bills were piled up. Could there possibly be a way out? How could it possibly come about?

There was no allowance from the government for people in my predicament and yet it was from this source that the Spirit suddenly provided.

Unexpectedly within a day or so a job offer came my way. It was to establish a sales office for a Jojoba plantation in Queensland. The 2 cities on offer were Perth or Canberra and choosing Canberra, without knowing how or if I could make the journey, was an act of faith in the Spirit.

Not long after a stranger arrived at the farm to discuss my situation. Hearing that we would soon be homeless unless mortgage payments were made he was further taken back to hear we had no food or electricity. He set wheels instantly into motion to get us to Canberra to take up the job offer. Unbeknown to me he worked for the government in a department called Youth and Family Services. It was he who moved the mountain.

He first approached a local charity to help get the car registered. Food then arrived and cash payments were received to tide us over.

That week the government passed a bill granting removal costs to people with job offers elsewhere. From then on everything came forth including petrol money, deposit on a flat, and $2,000 removal costs (equivalent to about $10,000 today). All that was required was to find a place to live. Warned by the Spirit not to let the ex-husband in on the plan it was obvious that It provided us protection from his victimization.

Karen and Margaret, then aged 13 and 12, would stay overnight at the farm on their own. A definite risk but the Spirit was in control. Andrew, 14, came with me and that night, before securing a flat and office space, we slept in the car on the banks of the Molonglo River in Queanbeyan as Canberra was 3-4 hours' drive from the farm.

These were desperate times and there was a lot at stake but the girls had to stay behind to tend the animals and go to school. It ran like clockwork as hurdle after hurdle was jumped.

Nothing stood in our way then as we hurriedly mobilized. The small flat in Queanbeyan was all that was available and as it only had 2 bedrooms it was going to be a tight squeeze but we would make it. Paying the bonds and deposits on the electricity and gas, and leasing an office in the heart of Canberra on behalf of the Company, all was ready.

It was time to pick up the girls. Loading the car with essentials including the television set, clothes, bits and pieces, dog, cat and bird, plus some of my paintings (don't know why they had to come) it was a cramped trip.

Half way along on our journey we called at my sister's house and offloaded the bird and paintings before continuing the journey. It was late at night when we finally arrived at the flat.

In July 1983 Canberra was bitterly cold with early morning frosts sitting like snow on the ground and the temperature down to -7. The tiny flat was cramped but from day one in the new job my income exceeded $2,000 a week and all debts were quickly repaid. Having avoided bankruptcy things were at last on the up and up. Every week saw me drive to Goulburn, an hour north of Canberra, to deposit money into bank accounts so that creditors could be paid. It worked.

My sister, Robyn, who was the only one to know where we were, said the police came to her house demanding to know my whereabouts. She denied knowing of them which was not actually a lie as she had not been given our address.

In March we moved to a lovely 4 bedroom house. The children were by then in appropriate schools and I enjoyed a peace beyond anything before. Around us grew a high wall of protection from the Spirit and things moved at an incredible pace.

One day we were exploring the countryside when things suddenly altered to change my life forever. First sinus struck me down! This evil disease had plagued me from the age of 3 and every attack was crippling.

On returning home the pain was too much to bear and bed was welcoming. It was 7.30 p.m. during Daylight Saving so it was still light and I took the bible with me. Purchased when just 16 it was still in a plastic cover within its case hardly ever opened. It was, however, precious because it held special meaning not yet grasped.

That night as it opened the same lack of understanding of the words made reading them difficult. Suddenly, without explanation, they became unreadable. They did not fade nor blur but were simply unreadable. Putting the book on the bed and reclining on the pillow the power of God struck with incredible force.

Pinned from head to toe I could not move a muscle. Then a voice spoke to me in my head. **"Tear down the wall of churches, go out to the people and bring back the young."**

With no idea of what it meant I was certainly not expecting it.

Suddenly there were 3 visions in rapid succession. In the first I saw a figure resembling the image of Jesus Christ preaching to a crowd from the top of a hill. In the second I had replaced him. In the third I saw my face on a screen like the internet web sites I now have.

The year was 1984 and I was 45 years old. This was the time that my between life visions had pointed out would be special. This was the age I had been alerted to watch out for and now it had come just as it was shown it would. Whatever happened now had to be obeyed.

As the power released me I asked: "If that is you heal my sinus". To me God did not yet have a name so I had no other way of addressing the power.

The pain was instantly gone never to return. The following morning this strange language buzzed through my head and out of my lips. It is called speaking in tongues although I needed encouragement from another source to use them in public.

Over months of detailed learning that began with the commissions the extent of the wall was shown to me. It is built of the imagination based on the lies described in Chapter 1 that hide the truth about spirituality and reincarnation. The young are the Children of God, also called the Children of Israel, over whom the Spirit is pouring out but many are trapped by religious dogma and weapons like heaven and hell. Many, however, are now returning to the Spirit because they hunger for it. That is what the New Age Revolution is about.

As babes in the Spirit they are fed on the milk of the false god. I was later shown this passage in the Old Testament which describes who speaks in tongues :

Whom shall [he] teach knowledge? and whom shall he make to understand doctrine? them that are weaned from the milk, and drawn from the breasts.

For with stammering lips and another tongue will God speak to this people. Isaiah 28:9,11

From that time forward while learning doctrine barely was the bible out of my hand. The words were now readable while making sense and they took on meaning as understanding of them in a spiritual sense poured in. With the help of the spiritual power flooding me it witnessed what is right and what is wrong within the pages. Without that degree of help it would remain unreadable.

Led back and forth from cover to cover and told to color certain passages and to vary it so that some stand out, or those that are not of God are highlighted as lies (colored blue), it was a learning curve that appeared to be without end.

Months passed like days as a picture emerged of how the lies developed. Not a day went by without new knowledge until the authority and power the job calls for was mine. Stunned by the lies in the bible it was not long before being shown why they are there. It is the camouflage that hides the Spirit and guards the things now known to me.

Learning of the wall was amazing as I never suspected it even existed before it was shown to me. It will fall, according to prophecy, through a stormy wind that will expose its roots. It was to those roots that I was taken over the next few months and the substance of the Wall became very clear.

Say unto them which daub it with untempered mortar, that it shall fall . . . Therefore thus said God; I will even rend it with a stormy wind in my fury . . . So will I break down the wall that you have daubed with untempered mortar, and bring it down to the ground, so that the foundation thereof shall be discovered, and it shall fall . . . Ezekiel 13:11-14

Miracle after miracle happened from then on as the power grew. The results were nothing less than amazing and the Spirit honored all to whom it sent me.

Sent to talk or offer healing for strangers in streets, shopping malls and hospitals it saw me in such a high spiritual state that driving, even walking, was difficult when this happened. People met me with tears in their eyes when I announced: "God sent me" and many replied they had asked God to send someone to them if 'he' is real.

Around midyear at a healing group where around a dozen of us were seated in a circle listening to the bishop of the Anglican Church talking about the spiritual healing experienced around the world. Suddenly a man stood in front of me and reached forward and touched my forehead.

Dressed in a long red robe over white his arm hid his face. In an instant he was gone but my forehead stayed warm at the point of contact for some 2 hours. Realizing that the red on white robes are those representative of Jesus Christ it was confirmation of the transfer of power as the teacher. These are the same colors worn by the Pope who claims to speak for him.

Later it was shown to me how that vision represented transference of the role of teacher from him to me, just as in the vision of the one preaching on the hilltop who was replaced by me when first commissioned. Soon the message came that it is not Jesus Christ who will be replaced as teacher but the man who put him there, 666, and the pope is the continuation of him.

The Spirit used this apparition to reinforce what I had already been shown and the commissions already given.

# Chapter 5

### Called by God

Once the Spirit took over my life everything changed. The visions became more frequent and with much more power. People received the flow of energy as they were healed or helped.

People misunderstand the truth about the Spirit. They think of God as a man reigning in some imagined kingdom called heaven. But God is not a man but the great Creator of all life and the universe and all of space. One cannot conceive the mighty intelligence and power unless one takes a stand back from religion to view the big picture.

The Spirit talks to Its own in a voice within our heads. It is not that of a man with a loud hailer who might shout from the rooftops. Nor is it, in fact, a man. Spirit has no sex and, therefore, it cannot be seen or heard other than through your brain. To tune into the Spirit takes most people a lot of effort and practice.

Another thing to understand is that it can only be heard by its own people. That is those who were born with a link. You will know if that is you because you can hear things that may not be making much sense at the time. You also see things, such as visions. You might be shown something that is about to happen. You might answer the phone at exactly the instant it rings. You might also get the feeling that you have been in a place before that you are visiting for the first time.

These things are described as dejá vu but they are really connections to your spirituality. Have you heard a voice call your name but there is no one around? Have you had an overwhelming sensation to do something that might even be out of the ordinary? Have you gone somewhere you may never have wanted to go and yet found something or someone you had to find? Have you had a serious reluctance to do something you want to do and then find you cannot do it?

These are all spirit led and powerful ways that God is leading you. God is Spirit and it fills the Universe, which was not known about when the early concepts of a male god were formed. Now we know so why would you not believe in it?

Many believe they are in control of their lives, but this is not the case. Your being alive is complex and it affects everything else, not only those around you but the environment, the things you do, how you contribute, the effect on strangers and so on. In fact, it would be akin to operating a giant control panel only more complex than that.

You are born to a family that is immediately changed by your presence. You learn certain things as you grow and then work to earn a living. Every day in every way you are affecting and being affected by what goes on in your environment.

What makes a person take a plane that will crash and kill them? If he or she were in control would the trip take place? What makes someone who needs to take a flight miss it and stay alive while the passenger in his seat is killed? What makes people go to certain places where things happen that changes the world? Why do some die and others live? Why do some become crippled or maimed and others don't? Why are some born without limbs? Why are some spastic or autistic?

Why are some addicted and others not? Why do some live on streets and others in grand houses? Do you know?

What creates a killer who pulls the trigger, as in recent school massacres? What makes a warrior to kill or be killed? What takes a child from his family so that he runs away? Why are some victims of sex crimes or kidnapping? Why are some led down a path to become killers and others are gentle helpful people? Why are some angry and others calm and peaceful? What makes someone male and someone else female?

We might put it down to the environment in which we live and grow but then why were we born in that place, in that country, in that skin? Why are some black, others yellow and some white? Why are some short and others tall? Why are some bald and others maintain lots of hair?

You could never get to the end of these questions without apparent answers and yet everything we do, think, say, experience, share and take in is controlled by the master. So are you in control? If you answer yes then when will you die? Will you have an accident tomorrow? Will your child be safe tomorrow? You do not know and nor does anyone of us. But the Spirit does. So who is in control?

People struggle to find answers that the Spirit wants so desperately to tell them. Why would you not unplug your ears and listen to the mighty power within? It can change your life.

It puzzles me no end to understand why people believe what they do. If idols had power and the icons were real, if the churches spoke the truth or if those who believed in them had contact with God; do you think they would suffer these things.

Some of the most religious countries have recently been hit hard. First the tsunami in the Indian Ocean which wiped out more than a quarter of a million highly religious followers of icons, such as Buddhism, Hinduism, Islam, Catholicism, and so on. All worshippers of idols are guilty of following leaders who mislead.

The cyclone that hit the coastline of southern USA recently wiped out thousands, but was it the work of some devil or of an angry Spirit. More recently the massive cyclone in the Philippines struck thousands of mainly Catholic followers.

In all these regions they worship music, gambling and religious icons. There are people struggling to understand why their children die or are stricken with incurable diseases. They struggle also with questions about why their homes were wiped out while others were not.

Then there are the floods, volcanic eruptions, drought and famine, all hitting hard in many countries around the world. Plus the diseases now sweeping the world and taking hundreds of lives. But what is a life? In the scheme of things it is a chance for the spiritual to grow, to toss aside man's magic and stupidity and to come to grips with reality.

God gives and takes away until you are prepared to listen to the truth. Nothing happens by chance and catastrophes follow those who are deaf and blind to spiritual reasoning. The world is tethering on the brink of major conflicts that have their beginning in disputes over territories and in the ways of dictators who are seizing power and control that is unjustified. Hundreds of thousands have been killed in the unrest in places like Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan, African nations, and even in western regions where gunmen have mown down hundreds.

What does a parent feel when one or all of the children lay dead at his or her feet; the spouse is also gone or dead? What happens to a person's mental state when he or she is suddenly alone with no one to care for or to care for them? What happens to parents and siblings when a child goes missing never to be found? Are these things something that one can ever get over? No! But does the individual affected take on board the reality of their situation? Does it occur to them that this has happened for a reason and that it is in the plan? So what now?

Usually the first response is to turn to the religion that has brought these things upon them. They ask priests for answers and the pope for blessings. There is no power there, only more misery.

Some of us know about the bible and that it is a powerful document, at least parts of it is. Mine came into my possession when a sudden urge took me at the age of 16 and a journey to the city to buy it was an uncontrollable action. It was beautiful in its fine wrapper and box. A King James Version it was treasured but could not be understood.

Occasionally it came off the shelf to be read and puzzled over and then returned to its plastic cover and box and restored to its resting place. With the remarkable coloring system the entire book came alive and the Spiritual strength grew within me until it completely stopped everything else. It was even difficult to eat and sometimes it would go on for days whereby only a small meal at night sustained me.

At the beginning of this period there was outside influence, mainly from a local Pentecostal group, and the pastor wanted to lend me a book on something or other. The Spirit forbade me to open it. "Don't read it for I am teaching you" was the command.

From that point on the bible was rarely out of my hands. From the first waking moment until my eyes closed at night it was either in my hands being read or beside me waiting for the next session to start. It was a meal I could not leave. My brain absorbed every crumb of knowledge it could provide. At the end of two years of this there was nothing about the religions of ancient times not known to me and of the way non spiritual people inserted their own imagination in it.

Along with the revelations came the knowledge to take words apart and that each segment had a separate meaning. This is how the ancient languages were made known and then the rituals born of sun worship, including the crucifying of god-men at dawn.

If you are searching for the Spirit then read the prophets as they will increase the power and you may hear the voice if you try hard enough. The message is not to insure your life for money but rather ensure it with the spiritual power that saves.

The Spirit sent me a companion, a lady name Barbara, and we spent many hours in sessions whereby we would be shown something and told to pray for it. Next thing the situation was corrected. This is best explained by the following examples.

One day that spiritual friend rang me very anxious. "I have just been told by the Spirit to pray for a lady named Maria. All I know is that she is in South America somewhere. We asked the Spirit to release her of whatever the problem was, and we did it in Jesus name (the name of the Spirit).

Two nights later the television news reported on an elderly lady name Maria who had been buried for 3 weeks under a mud slide that had wiped out an entire town in Ecuador The film showed her being raised alive out of the mud as the Spirit was suddenly all over me witnessing that this was the lady for whom we had prayed. She was over 80 years old.

Another day while walking from my lounge room into the kitchen the Spirit said "Pray for Lindy Chamberlain." It was Wednesday morning. I rang Barbara and we prayed for her. A few minutes later my daughter emerged from her bedroom and asked have you been praying for someone. "Yes!" I said: "Why do you ask?"

"I could feel the power in the bed room" she responded.

This lady had been sentenced to life for the murder of her 3 months old daughter at Ayers Rock in Central Australia. She had always maintained that a dingo had taken her baby. The media had a field day condemning her and most of Australia thought she was guilty.

On Wednesday afternoon, a few short hours after our session, a man jumped or fell off the rock. When they retrieved his body they found a matinee jacket belonging to the baby. It was at the foot of the rock where many searches had taken place at the time.

On Friday afternoon, just 2 days later, Lindy walked free from jail. Years afterward a man confessed to seeing the baby in a dingo's mouth. He shot the animal and along with his mates decided to bury the baby rather than face a long inquiry in which they would have been required to give evidence. They took a vow of silence between them and only after the last one before him died did he come forward to a news reporter.

It did not matter that the mother went to jail. They knew she was serving 20 years hard labor for something she did not do, yet their interests were more important to them. But the Spirit was working to a plan.

Lindy gave birth to another daughter while in jail and then it was taken from her. The pain this woman suffered was beyond what we could imagine. She was a devote Seven Day Adventist and all of her community there had been praying for her for years. It took just 2 days when the Spirit decided to move, yet how could we have told any of them that they are working against God?

Many times the Spirit sent me to people unexpectedly, and many were struggling with religion. On one occasion I was sent to a Minister in the Uniting Church. He did not know me or me him and I had no idea what I would say or what we would talk about.

On the way there the power was so strong over me that it was almost hard to drive. Arriving at the appointed time I was ushered in and he put the jug on to boil to make us some coffee. His eyes asked the question and instantly out popped these words: "God sent me." The tears rolled down his cheeks and he knew this was the case.

In conversation he told me how he had been contemplating suicide because he could no longer trust the religion he served and he could see no way out. A lot more happened and was said but this is enough for now.

At one stage my hands were held over his head and the power ran out like liquid from the tips of my finger. This happened on many occasions as the Spirit worked miracles through them.

One day while watering my front garden my hat blew off into the roses. Putting my hand in to retrieve it a thorn ripped one of the fingers along the inside. It started to bleed rather heavily. At that moment my daughter's boyfriend arrived and saw what had happened. He was concerned for my finger and the pain of it.

Going inside Margaret was asked to get me a Band-Aid while I went to the bathroom and washed my hand. When I dried it there was no more blood, in fact there was no wound. Returning to the others and showing them my healed finger they noticed that the cloth that had been around it was soaked in blood yet there was not a sign of an injury. This opened the door for me to speak of spiritual things to Sean, who was suffering severe alcohol addiction.

When Margaret's baby was born she suffered an infection and the hospital rang me because she refused the antibiotic. She wanted me to come to the hospital. On arrival the sister met me and stated the facts. She had already rung the doctor who had prescribed the medication but it had not yet been administered.

On arrival in her room she was very hot and distressed. "I don't want their medicine I want you to pray for me" she said. I did and the fever was instantly gone. On finding the sister and requesting that she please check her temperature she was stunned when it read as normal. "What did you do" she gasped. That opened the door to tell her about spiritual power. After that the hospital sent patients to the little chapel to get in touch with the power through a priest. I knew that would not work but at least they were trying.

On another visit to the hospital while walking past a closed door the Spirit said "Go in". I opened the door and there were 2 patients. One had the screen around her and the other was sitting in a chair doubled over.

"Can I help" I asked. "I have been praying to Jesus for healing," she said. "I am in a lot of pain because I had a heart operation."

Rebuking the pain she was instantly relieved of it and was astounded. "How did that happen?" she asked.

"Well you asked Jesus for healing" I said. "Now you have been healed." She left the hospital completely well a couple of days later.

These things do not happen because of lies about my spirituality or about my reincarnation. They happen because as a servant of the Spirit spreading the knowledge to draw people out of religion and reunite them with the power and the voice within it is God's work that is being done.

# Chapter 6

### It all Became Clear

When I started out in this life there was so much I did not know or understand. While it was obvious that the Spirit had a purpose for me and a job to do the details and extent of the work could never have been known.

While it was impossible for me to talk about reincarnation until everything behind it was known and there is firm ground under my feet it was the Spirit that revealed things about me to others.

The beginning of this phase of my life happened soon after my first commissions were received. For the next year or so the urge to visit every denomination of Christian faith overwhelmed me. It did not matter who or what they were including congregations of Quakers, Seventh Day Adventist, Anglican, Catholic, Methodist, Baptist, and Pentecostal, to name but a few.

In each place there were people seeking God with a degree of earnestness that was not apparent before. It was part of a new movement. Things are happening in the world and the media reported the miracles and flood of movement into New Age Organisations. It is apparent that great supernatural events are taking place within them and outside as well.

There was a new insight born about spirituality and even about the gifts of the Spirit, such as speaking in tongues and an urgency to be part of it. It affects people who have never been to a church, knew about Christianity or even heard the name Jesus and yet this is the name they were secretly told, just as I was. Then suddenly the media attention stopped. This was due to the influence of religions that were finding their worshipers disappearing.

My observations showed that people understand and trust the Spirit from whom answers come. Many are filled with a spiritual presence that manifests with healing, visions, prophesies and strange sensations. The response to requests brings people who are more dedicated and locked into their spirituality more so now than in the past.

But before them is the trap, the prison, the bars of iron prohibiting them going too far. Always there is the priesthood or ministry dependent on the congregation for their livelihood. They feed on the vulnerability of others, so no one can go too far. Religious jealousy and fundamentalism keeps them in check.

Then something extraordinary happened to change my life forever.

The urge to quit work became more urgent and one day during a Catholic charismatic service with a friend, Anne, a special message was received.

Two women spoke messages from their hearts as being messages from God. This vied with the Pentecostal deliverance of messages through tongues and interpretation. Nonetheless the messages were genuine because as each spoke my blood turned to ice.

The first message was **"where I lead I will provide"** and the second **"fear not for I am with you."**

As they ended Anne said, "Those messages are for you, aren't they."

"Yes!" I responded still shaking from the effect they had on me. They were like a knife stabbing my heart and an electric shock that went direct to the brain. They were not messages to ignore.

Leaving my job with 3 teenagers in private schools, car payments to make, rent to pay, and all the other expenses that go with running a household had been troubling me for days. How would my credibility stand up in the face of my commitments? This burden had been there for some time and suddenly here was the answer.

The following Wednesday going to the office had a severe effect on me. It was intolerable and nothing mattered now except doing God's will. Without hesitation Head Office was given my resignation and behind my sudden exit went some $30,000 worth of commissions and property being purchased through the company.

A pastor in the Assembly of God Church agreed to see me straight away. For some reason it was important to talk to him.

On the way the weight lifted as a peace poured into me along with the Spirit. On arrival Harry received a message from the Spirit delivered through tongues and interpretation. It was confirmation that all would be well.

**"Norma is doing my will and I am with her,"** it began. Much longer and more detailed than that the rest has faded.

Without telling him everything he was informed only of how the Spirit told me to quit my job and work for It. He suggested starting an organisation for young people and we pondered what to call it. It did not seem feasible to me but going along with him seemed in order at the time.

On the way home while navigating a complicated five way intersection my mind was firmly fixed on the traffic. It was then that the Spirit spoke.

**"The name is the Family of Jesus,"** was said loudly in my head. This could not have come from my imagination as I did not know the name of God at that time. In opposition to the Jesus Christ of the Christian religions it is an old term for Spirit.

Arriving home it was hard for me to walk from the car to the door as the power was so strong. It was a really drunken feeling but my legs were too light to feel under me. It was like walking on air. Inside a new message was given which repeated over and over for a week. **"Be baptised in my name, be baptised in my name."**

That night and all the next day it kept up. There was no way of getting rid of it. Recently hearing of people living in remote jungles that heard messages of this nature and tried to run away from them it was obvious to me then why they were frightened. Never had the baptism in Jesus name been known to me.

The following day, Thursday, an unexpected visitor, named Sue, from the local Pentecostal Church, where the Spirit had sent me once before for healing, called and invited me to a special women's meeting the following evening.

Some weeks earlier an ad in the Friday paper drew my attention. It boldly announced healing and spiritual events were taking place in this little church and that all are welcome. It was very timely.

On Saturday the flue overtook me. By nightfall a high fever and pain drove me to bed and by Sunday morning it was difficult to stand. As the day slowly wore on that ad was shown to me many times over.

My daughter, Karen, found out that the service would commence at 7.30pm. It was bitterly cold in mid-July and the worst day possible and I wondered how to make it as even dressing was difficult. In pouring rain, blustery cold winds and with a high fever and in my condition we drove to the place.

At the Church the pastor greeted us at the door. Nervously the words poured out of my lips that might otherwise have not been uttered.

"I've come for healing and this is my first time here." I announced to him at the door. At that point others came forward and offered us bibles and things as the pastor, John, put us at ease. He said it was his first time too as he had just arrived to take over and that it would only be a small meeting.

With the service over two women, both named Sue as it turned out, came to pray for me for healing. Taken to a side room they began speaking in tongues while holding their hands over my head. It was now that the power of tongues was revealed.

Instantly the fever vanished and a wonderful sensation filled me. Then tongues began in my head and would not stop until my mouth was aching as muscles were flexing in ways quite abnormal. That was because the language was different and required sounds not in my vocabulary.

This lady now sharing afternoon tea with me was one of the Sue's who had prayed for me that night. She told me she would be talking so it was in my interest to come along. The invitation was too hard to ignore and latching onto the opportunity to explore the power further it was in my interest to go.

Once there she introduced me to Barbara and it was she who would be my spiritual mate, Unbeknown to me then she would come to play a pivotal role in the events that followed. The following Tuesday morning, around 9am, she arrived at my door and stayed the entire day and evening. Coming primarily only for a brief visit the Spirit took over and kept us talking the entire day.

After dinner the urge to tell her about being baptized in Jesus name overtook me. She leapt to her feet jumping about while clapping her hand and praising Jesus.

"I can arrange it." She said. "That is the only way we do it." she announced. "We don't follow the Trinity. I can arrange it for tomorrow night."

Making a couple of phone calls she did.

Later in bed it was like being on fire and sleeping several feet above the mattress. It was an experience like no other. The next morning there was so much power that everything picked up was dropped again as my hands refused to respond to my brain.

The following night my daughters came with me to the Church. Kneeling down on arrival a beautiful wind blew through my clothes and onto my body. The girls, however, felt nothing although they were on either side of me. Without any doors or windows open and the air-conditioning turned off that wind had to be supernatural.

As the service got underway a man who was a perfect stranger stood and delivered a long message in tongues which made my blood tingle and gave me goose bumps all over. It filled me with expectation and wonder.

When he stopped another man, also a stranger delivered this message in English. It was only my second time here and hardly anyone knew me but many turned and looked directly at me in acknowledgement that the message was about me. These words rang out and filled the air with excitement and wonder.

"Fear not my daughter what you are doing is my will and I am with you. I will lead you through a new and difficult teaching. Many will turn away from you and be put off but don't despair. I will lead and guide you until the time comes to deliver the children. You will be a tower to my people. In all things I will lead and guide you."

This is only the gist of it as it is impossible to recall it word for word when it was not recorded. What was kept secret all my life was now publically proclaimed before an audience by God to its people. The baptism afterwards was an anticlimax to the rest of the evening.

The following morning the power over me was enormous and made it difficult to wait for me to wait until the children to go to school. Then with the house to myself and kneeling over the poof in the lounge room for what seemed like a few minutes but turned out to be over 2 hours there was a special communication with the Spirit.

The power gripped hard and the visions started with physical things going away from me into the distance. They included money, property, possessions and worldly possessions.

When it was over after some two hours or so, which felt but a few minutes, it left me clean as never before. The purification and break from man's power was the start of mighty things and a teaching phase, the initial stage of which would last for several years.

# Chapter 7

### Visions and More Commissions

With time on my hands for the Spirit's work my life became extremely busy. The first commission was an order to 'bring back the young' and here they were in all the churches and organizations visited. People seeking to grow in spiritual gifts and connection to God were massing together in places never considered church like before.

Seeking to be a step above the norm and to gain insight into what the divine means they meet in community centers, school classrooms, and entertainment halls. Here they are treated to the same doctrine, however, as in the places they left behind. The New Testament is their main reference as they are caught by it in the prison of ignorance.

So large have these congregations become that many comprise tens of thousands of people several times a day, especially on Sunday. This would not happen without a spiritual presence or a strong sense of it. People are turning away from religion in great droves and among them are many who have received the Spirit or who are searching for truth.

The Spirit provided the answer to a great mystery concerning the young of my commission. They are the people whom the Spirit is pouring out over. The bible opened at this passage:

Neither will I hide my face any more from them: for I have poured out my spirit upon the House of Israel. saith the Lord God. Ezekial 39:29

It was shown to me that the young of my commission are the Children of Israel who are experiencing the Spirit. Suddenly what was happening in the world became a lot clearer. With eyes now glued to the bible the pages opened where they would and always the message concerning the young was pronounced.

It was also shown how they have been born many times over and have been intimidated by religious cohorts into accepting religion rather than following the voice within. Therefore, the Spirit wrote these words as a warning.

Woe to the rebellious children, saith the Lord, that take counsel, but not of me; and that cover with a covering, but not of my spirit, that they may add sin to sin. Isaiah 30:1

It shows that the religious, who are baptized in the name of a false god, are misled and guided by false doctrines. They are repeatedly revealed within the pages of the Old Testament prophecies. But who are they? I wanted to know. Then an in-depth study of that book unearthed more of the truth as visions highlighted the falsehoods of this world.

One day while studying it with a degree of fervor that made it difficult to put it down the power struck. Shaking and unable to walk properly the bed was needed to lie down. Barely had my head hit the pillow when a force lifted me high above the earth. Gazing down upon it was shocking for it was not the beautiful blue planet we know from pictures from outer space but rather it was encased in thick black goo, which nothing could penetrate.

Suddenly a bright light raced forth from where I stood and penetrated the goo and spun quickly inside it and around the world. It expanded outwards and pushed it off the earth until it was once more a thing of beauty cleansed of all the corruption.

The vision made little sense to me and there was no answer at that time as to its meaning.

On another occasion a vision of a great treasure buried deep in the ground appeared. The container was open and pouring out of it were all the symbols of wealth. But no one knows of its existence.

This bothered me greatly and for days of seeking answers to know what it meant there was nothing shown to me. One day at the Order of St. Luke's monthly meeting, where the man in the red robe had stood before me, the minister leading the group suggested we pray in pairs for something important to us. He asked to pray with me. As the chaplain at the hospital his request concerned a patient. Mine was for a revelation about the treasure. There was no power and no answers.

On the way home something happened. Firstly, taking the long way round Red Hill and past Barbara's place, the urge to stop overwhelmed me. We had spent many hours praying together for different things since that day of her visit and my baptism. United together in the Spirit we enjoyed powerful spiritual presence.

Knocking on her door the tears started and by the time she opened it they were uncontrollable. Trying to speak there were only tongues pouring forth in a great flood that went on for several minutes. She guided me to the lounge where we sat holding hands as she had no idea what was happening.

Then they stopped and she jumped to her feet as the power overtook her and, without knowing a thing about the treasure, she delivered this message.

"The treasure is buried by the churches. You, my daughter, will unearth the treasure and restore it to my children. The priests are liars and they have hidden the treasure of my people but you will return it to them."

It took some time for us to recover our senses as the power subsided. Telling her then what it was all about she was amazed but not surprised. Later this passage was again shown to me in the bible.

Behold I am against them that prophesy false dreams, saith the Lord, and do tell them, and cause my people to err by their lies, and by their lightness; yet I sent them not, nor commanded them. Jeremiah 23:31,32.

Then this:

For they prophesy a lie unto you, to remove you far from your land; and that I might drive you out, and ye should perish.

For I have not sent them, saith the Lord, yet they prophesy a lie in my name; that I might drive you out, and that ye might perish. Jeremiah 27:10,15

Soon after in another vision food was cooked to perfection in a large pot. It resembled spring rolls in bubbling golden oil. Suddenly a hand appeared with a slotted spoon with which it lifted the food and tipped it into a toilet filled with human excreta. The lot then cooked together.

In front of it was a mass of people holding out plates to be served. The hand dished the contaminated food out to the hungry masses. The sight sickened me. After 3 weeks of pondering and praying about it the bible opened at this passage:

And thy meat which thou shalt eat shall be by weight, twenty shekels a day: from time to time shalt thou eat it. Thou shalt drink also water by measure, the sixth part of an hin: from time to time shalt thou drink. And thou shalt eat it as barley cakes, and thou shalt bake it with dung that cometh out of man, in their sight. And the Lord said, even thus shalt the children of Israel eat their defiled bread among the Gentiles, whither I will drive them. Ezekiel 4:10-13

A month or so after my baptism a service was conducted in the place where it happened. The elements for communion were being handed out. They comprised bits of broken biscuits and grape juice.

Taking a bit of the offering and waiting for the juice the power overtook me and then a man on a cross stood in front of me. With his head hanging towards his left side he lifted his head and looked me in the eyes and called my name, **"Norma".**

Inside I heard **: "Take me off the cross."**

The site of his face was terrible. It bore the look of pain, loss, rejection, injustice, entrapment, innocence and despair. At the time it made little sense to me and asking to see the pastor immediately afterwards his wife, Sue, invited me to their place for lunch the next day.

Relating the vision to them brought no solace as there was no answer. Only when more revelations came to me from the Old Testament did the truth emerge. It was obvious by now that the visions and their interpretation was strictly between the Spirit and me.

They proved that there never was a Jesus Christ and the image of such portrayed by Christianity is false. This was huge but how to deal with it was an even greater problem.

Soon after this the words **CONSTANTINE IS 666** stood up in bold letters before my eyes. As I was dressing at the time there is no way that this came from my mind or imagination. To begin with he was almost as big a mystery to me as the vision. Aside from knowing that he was a Roman Caesar nothing else was forthcoming so why would this message come from anywhere other than God.

Told to get the encyclopedia it opened at Constantius, Constantine's father. Looking again to the reference the pages then opened at Constant several times making it hard to ignore. There had to be a link between this name and that of Constantine.

Reading of the emperor's life and times led me also to his father. When again presented with Constant another book provided more detail along with a reference to Assyria. The puzzle of Constantine and the number was then resolved.

The Assyrian alphabet was coded so that people were identified by a number instead of a name. This hid their identity from enemies and was easier to write on clay tablets. Applying the code to the English alphabet it works this way.

A = B = C = D = E = F = G = H = I = J = K = L = M = N = 0 = P = Q = R = S == T == U == V == W == X == Y == Z

1 = 2 = 3 = 4 = 5 = 6 = 7 = 8 = 9 = 10=20=30=40 =50 60 =70=80=90=100 =200=300= 400= 500==600=700=800

But the value of Constantine is 727, a long way from 666. Returning to the name Constant gave another result. By using the English alphabet to count his name with the English version, which is Constant, it worked. This meant that no one without the instructions from the Spirit could have worked it out. It is also a solution for this time when English dominates the world.

The book opened again at Constant and then at Constantius, who was Constantine's father. This confused me because it meant something rather deep - but what? Then the ending of the word stood out and the dictionary provided the answer.

The suffix of Constantius, '-ius', is as '-eous' in English and it means 'to be like' or 'to be in that state'. It is in words like 'courteous' for 'behavior as in a court' while '-eous' relates to the behavior while 'gaseous' means 'to be like gas' or 'to behave like gas'. Constantius, therefore, means 'to be in a constant state' or to 'behave as a constant'.

Constantine ends in '-ine' which relates to '-ian', as in Christian, or 'hessian', which demonstrates it means 'of or pertaining to'. It is also 'to act' or 'behave like' as in 'gigantean' for 'like a giant'. It also turns out that '-ine' means 'layer' or 'branch of' and 'Constantine' was the son Of Constantius and, therefore, the branch or layer of 'Constant'. It made him 'Constant II' and when that combination is added in accordance with the Assyrian code it is 666.

This applies to today when English is the most frequently spoken language in the world and more people can understand the message than ever before. The internet has largely made this happen.

The next question on my mind was why is the Assyrian alphabet pertinent to him? The puzzle involves a somewhat notorious Roman Caesar whose place of birth is dubious but whose name is associated with the Assyrian code of numbering. It took time to resolve but basically the outcome is that he was Assyrian by descent because my research reveals that the Romans were Amorites who invaded Italy making Rome their Capital. There are certain things about the city that verifies this. To begin with it has seven hills and this relates directly with the ancient Mother god.

The reverse of 'Amor' is 'Roma' and 'amore' is Italian for 'love'. It means 'powerful mother sun' and associates with love because of the worship people gave her. It was common to use the name of the divine to express love for the Mother god as the epitome of it. The previous capital of the Amorites was Mari, c4-6000ya, the same as Mary, the name I discovered was that for the sun who is also described in the Catholic Church as the Queen of Heaven.

Constantine is the Amorite of the Old Testament who grew so tall and strong that he shelters the world. The following prophecy tells of his coming destruction:

Yet destroyed I the Amorite before them, whose height was like the height of the cedars, and he was strong as the oaks; yet I destroyed his fruit from above, and his roots from beneath. Amos 2:9

It was now obvious that this man was responsible for putting up the image of Christ. Revelation 13:13-18 tells of how he invented it based on ancient sun worship beliefs that have not only fooled the world but built an empire of power. What faced me now was my own destruction unless everything could be adequately proven.

It would take time to discover his strength and then his weakness and to learn how to present this knowledge in such a way that people can understand it. Before that could happen everything had to be known and that's what I asked for. It was agonising to plough through his deeds and to unearth his role in the deception that has gripped the world but it had to be done to clean up the mess.

Research shows that as Constant he kept constant the things of the first beast. He resurrected the notion of the Father god and the Son of God and put up an image that fooled all from then until now. So who is Father God and where did he come from? If Mother God was the supreme deity then how was she usurped and what is the nature of her divinity? Why are people more interested in lies than the truth? The questions never stopped as ever more prophecies about him were shown to me.

And he exercised all the power of the first beast before him, and caused the earth and them which dwell therein to worship the first beast, whose deadly wound was healed. Revelation 13:12

The answers were forthcoming when I discovered that the acts of Constantine served a purpose and were a fall-out of the day. He could have been any one of a dozen rulers and in fact leant on them who had gone before to gain his ascendancy and position himself as the chief god of his Empire. He had power to do what he did, including putting up the lie to capture and refine his opponents because there is a system and a plan at work, otherwise the prophecies would be wrong and so would the visions.

Then I was shown how people are caught up in the fallout of his conspiracy as part of the plan and within the system that allowed it.

And he does great wonders, so that he makes fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men, And he deceives them that dwell on the earth by the means of those miracles which he had power to do in the sight of the beast; saying to them that dwell on the earth, that they should make an image to the beast, which had the wound by a sword, and did live. Revelation 13:13,14

The image of the beast with the wound by the sword that lived is the Catholic Jesus Christ modelled on the 'sun' as a 'son' according to tradition and the work of the first beast. It was invented by Constantine, as noted here, and it is opposite to the real God who is spirit and the oldest term in English for Spirit is 'Jesus'. I entered this life knowing these things and with a strong connection with the Spirit that heals through the name.

Later research proved that 'Jesus' derives from 'I-s' or 'eye of light' and in the ancient way of doubling potent terms 'I-s' became 'I-s-i-s' then 'J-sis' and 'Jesus'. There is no [j] in Italian or Latin and the English letter was used to replace the [i] for less confusion. 'Isis' was the Spirit of Egypt portrayed as Mother God. It is the origin of 'Zeus', the Spirit of the mountain who, with patriarchy, became the Savior God whose mountain seat is known throughout the ancient world, such as on Mount Olympus. To associate the false image Jesus Christ ('spirit cross') Jesus was used and the power in the name sustained it.

The name of God has, therefore, been stolen and used as the identity of many prophets. As the name has power the forces have caught those fooled by them in the prison of their own imagination. That is the place where the Spirit cannot reside.

For I have not sent them, said God, yet they prophesy a lie in my name; that I might drive you out, and that you might perish, you, and the prophets that prophesy unto you. Jeremiah27:15

In a time when the status quo changed and patriarchy provided power and riches to kings the consequences were irrelevant as long as men served them. By superimposing the real God with the false one Constantine made a new religion and wiped out opposition to Roman rule. He would eventually be declared a saint. The Organization he founded is the strongest religion in the world and while he was not 'spiritual' he remained ignorant of the meaning of his work.

He used a trick of magic to produce the man he claimed brought messages from God although the contradictions in the story are glaring. His willingness to kill, maim, ostracize, and force compliance to his will by any means frightened his subjects into accepting it. The fire he brought down from heaven to the earth was the 'sun' and the cross of its light forms in the sky and is visible whenever the sun appears and passes behind a solid object. He thereby overturned the real God, the Spirit of the Universe, for the false one. The Church he founded outlawed objections to it and things such as memory of reincarnation were forbidden. It reaffirmed the myth of heaven and hell allowing the ways of the first beast, King Nebuchadnezzar of Assyria, to continue.

The latter is discussed in another book where it shows how he learned that through religion men have powers and he taught his successors the art of deception. Alexander the Great followed in his footsteps and used religion for his rise in power.

While digressing to point out some interesting facts about the result of his work the identity of 666 was clearly shown to me. The suffix of names relate to English Constant. Constantine as Constantia's son is Constant II, the second Constant after his father. With this correction his name adds to 664 plus 2 = 666.

There was a further shock. With the puzzle that has beaten scholars for 2,000 years resolved by the Spirit it was important to be shown everything. It would only work if all is revealed and the ground on which the claim is based has solid support.

Begging to be shown where in the bible it says I will do this the Spirit said: **"Get the bible."** It opened automatically in my hands and with this passage highlighted:

How long wilt thou go about, O thou backsliding daughter? for the Lord hath created a new thing in the earth, A woman shall compass a man. Jeremiah 31:22.

The dictionary reveals that the term 'compass' means to encircle; imprison or entrap. At that point my body was shaking with power. That's why I was born in a woman's body and only now are there means by which my voice can be heard. This great puzzle was planned to be resolved in the late 20th century by a woman. Clearly the Spirit sent me to perform this work.

It wasn't long before other visions revealed more of the puzzle and my role in resolving it.

Now I knew it all and the great treasure that has been stolen from Israel can be recovered and given back, according to the word of God. That was the purpose of my return and now it has to go forth to all of the spiritual people of Israel. At that time the light will circle the world and the filthy black goo will be gone and so will the wall of churches.

One day on returning home to an empty house after visiting a member of the clergy the Spirit struck. It pushed me to the ground with my face only inches above the carpet. Inside my head in a loud voice I heard:

"You are the Daughter of Zion. Now I will take you from the world and you will accomplish mighty things. I will take you also from your children. Open the bible."

The book opened at the following passages and I read:

Be in pain and labour to bring forth, O Daughter of Zion, like a woman in travail: for now shalt thou go forth out of the city and thou shalt dwell in the field, and thou shalt go even to Babylon; there God shall redeem thee from the hand of thine enemies.

Arise and thresh O daughter of Zion: for I will make thy horn iron; and I will make thy hoofs brass: and thou shalt beat in pieces many people: and I will consecrate their gain unto God, and their substance unto the God of the whole earth, Micah 4: 10,13

Barely had I finished reading it and the phone rang. It was my spiritual friend and partner. As she spoke the power raced in waves from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

"I have a message from the Spirit," she said. "You have just received a message and you are to believe it. I don't know what it is just that it is important that you believe it."

Later I was led to this passage in the bible:

Their heart cried unto God, O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night: give thyself no rest; let not the apple of thine eye cease. Lamentations 2: 18

Over the next few years the Spirit took me back to Babylon to unearth the very first religion and the identity of the first beast of Revelation. Now it can all be told and that is in my next book.
Epilogue

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