ITS UP AND ITS DOWN

Have you really take a good moment to watch how the corona virus (COVID19) chart move in ridicule motion?

Suddenly, its up and suddenly it is down. people do not know whether to rejoice or whether to be frightened. That is exactly how Satan move my friends. He moves up and down, back and forth to see whom he might devour. Moving up and down back and forth is the exact motion by which witches and worlocks move to gain grounds. While you are sleeping or eating, they are silently moving back and forth, back and forth.

If anyone is experiencing demonic/witchcraft attack like I am and I have; listen to me, we are experiencing a crucial moment in time where we ought to prepare the way for the Second Coming of JESUS. And if you do not know JESUS, then let this day be your day. A simple invitation, no stamp, no envelope, no money involve. It is as simple as saying Lord Jesus, Sorry that I haven’t invited you in. But today, Come into my heart and let your hear beat into mine that I may truly know your ways, Amen.

Hey Jesus is like your regular friend next door. Our Lord says so, that He is closer than a brother. You do not have to look far for him. He knocks on the of your heart every second. The question remains, “Are we listening and who is listening?” Jesus is such a gentleman, he will not badge in but he will keep on knocking hoping that just one day, you will be willing to open that door and invite Him in.

Jesus has become my greatest love, and I would not have things any other way. Well, Jesus have a way of calming our nerves in the storm, and like Him we learn to walk on water without flinching. The Corona Virus has not changed my perspective about anything. The one thing that is most troubling is seeing through the window of the soul (eyes) of those under the mask. Often times, an overwhelming sadness fills me to see how much deception is on the entire planet. And it is not the deception that hurts but how Christians alike are following suit. In that new movement, government officials are laughing. People, the signs are pretty clear. It is in the clothes that they wear, the colour that they are promoting, the messages that they are conveying. The signs are there. The signs are clear, crystal clear. We do not need a crystal bowl to see if we have JESUS.

Peradventure, you have fully taken in to the lies of the devil, look for clues, evidence, do some observation, analysis to reach a final conclusion. Do not be afraid to be critical, it is necessary in a time such as these.

Love from JESUS

Cheers,

WITCHCRAFT

Leaving my unit to find an outside restroom to release my bowels has been a constant struggle. During the COVID19 quarantine, this put my entire human system into arrested development. I went to release my bowels (poop) every six to seven days. Whenever and which ever place I went, witches and warlocks time and monitored my activities. They operate as a network, they move as a troop and they hounded me down silly.

Yesterday July 6, 2020, after four days living my body could no longer contain the hellish torture and torment of the heated coven. While on my way out, there was a loud cry coming from inside. This feeling drilled a hole in my soul and I felt compelled to call another friend that is under the same witchcraft operation. When she answered the phone, she was excited to hear my voice so I told her, “I need some human contact”. We agreed to meet at a Time Hortens at Manchester street and Gerrard. We had a very long walk and a very strong conversation exchanging notes. And the conversation drew us into discussing other women in the same predicament. She expressed her sadden story about another friend that was strong enough so she broke down and is now on Psychiatric medication.

As a prophet of GOD, speaking out is what I have been called to do. This country where wickedness and bloodshed are desirable practices by many, we ought to know what this religion entails. Outlining in a series of five books some of the most devastating and detrimental cases encountered throughout , and still living under the claws of black crows, I find solace in spreading information about the dangers that lurks at our doors. This assignment has been mandated by JESUS to spread out the truth and reality that is behind witchcraft.

Overcoming evil and moving from the positon of living in fear to living in Christ is where I draw my strength and I will persevere and push the boundaries, and push the envelope until a new law and human rights movement change the face of death by religion. If it has to be through writing, let this new insight be a new perspective and new pair of looking glass with a new set of vision. All the spectacle that is going on during the COVID19, many more lives continue to perish through witchcraft.

I sent out letters to the government of CANADA all of them, as well as the television media, guess what none of them replied. They believed that by ignoring the letter that I would go away, GOD would go away. But I say no way.

I AM JUST A WOMAN

Speaking form the stand point of a woman of color, I am black. Yet I’d rather be know as a woman of GOD. When GOD created the heavens and the earth, and everything thereof, he took a step back and look. He said, “it is all good”. Therefore, my worth is not in my image or skin pigmentation. Guess what? When GOD called me out as a prophet/prophetess of GOD, He said to me, “I called you because of your voice”.

Guess what, my voice was one part of my genetic makeup that I always wish was sweet, soft and melodious. Instead, I bear this thick tuff accent that cannot change even how hard I have tried in the pass to possess a soft high note. All these years of growing up, there was always something that I, as a woman wanted changed. Then I would look at my big bulbous nose, I would hold my nostrils together to make it look what we considered “acceptable” to human or societal standards. There were days that I’d wish that I had some availability to some riches to perform a “nose job”. The only job the land in which I’d chosen as homeland offered me was no job, and guess what “no nose job” either. The long battle to find stability had me crying and realizing that this country did me some dis-service, and some terrible injustices through rejection upon rejection.

Guess what, sitting on a park bench in the middle of COVID19, the” dark land of desolation” called TORONTO has taught me a very unfavorable, undesirable, unforgettable lesson. The wild vine that sprout out of witchcraft and wickedness that once trapped me in the vortex of hell is beginning to unwind. The comforting words of the comforter is my pillar of strength. Everything is looking gloomy, and everyone is under the same dome in the stormy pandemic. The LORD said to me, “though it tarry, wait for it” and therefore, the attitude of the impatient man that I once possess has been lifted to a high degree. So until then, I shall wait for God.

While I am waiting for GOD, it is an acceptance period and that is learning to accept the things that I cannot change. Although my mind and body is under constant manipulation by witches and wizards, and the severe punctured wounds brings me much pain and unrest, I will persevere. Although it may seem that GOD is being delayed, I will wait.

GAINING MILAGE

Living in a unit in an old century home with no air to breathe, or personal space has me feeling like an olds mobile in a dirty, dusty parking garage. Whenever the wizards come to terrify me, I blow my horn to counteract and react. The most disturbing and disgusting findings is knowing that the home consists of about ten to fifteen tenants and everyone dabbles in darkness.

Speaking of the truth and nothing but the truth, they have all fought against me with one voice simply because I am a Christian. They have been secretly been fighting to throw me outside as a home wrecker, they wanted to make a homeless out of me. But God was watching, and as they piled up eviction notices upon eviction notices upon me, my God became angry. They took me to court and brought a lawyer and three others against me plus false witnesses that sent letters about me, this is how much they wanted me powerless.

One of the things that the evil doers miscalculated and underestimated was that they were dealing with JESUS Himself. For when the Holy Spirit possess my body, I do not have words to describe Him, only the bold confessions that I make saying, I serve a Mighty and a Great God.

EXPLORING THE GREATNESS OF THE GREAT GOD ALMIGHTY

Many years, life’s teachings and practices were built on advertisements projected, displayed as to what portrays as ideal societal expectations. One of the foundations upon which this site was built was good illustrations of achievements, to give demonstrations of the power of education and to show that I have the goods to sell my soul and my body for a diploma, degree or master’s for I cannot remember. The reason why I cannot remember is because there was a war going on in the physical planet with physical human beings using the solar system and dark spiritual entities to nail me down in the deep dark crevices of Hades.

When Jesus sent angels to help me fight the battle, I was already severely wounded with terrible head trauma. When the angel said to me in the spirit realm, “God will take care of it Alexandra!”, I believe it was then that the greatest battle with the government administrators seized. It was not the battle that seized, but I had suddenly hand over my weapons to the heavenly soldiers that came and fought for me. It was with that affectionate assuredness that every perception and aspects of my life changed. Instead of fighting for funding to continue with the educational journey I’d embarked on, a new battle ensued in another area of my life right in the midst of prayer intercession.

God had diverted the enemies and I had completely and altogether left the university. The change of event appeared to be a relief from the coarse of darkness. However, the change of atmosphere only meant that the war had changed direction. It was rather similar to a storm changing direction, where it either gain or looses its strength. As for this storm, it had gained power. Fighting people form the dark spiritual realm is not any different to cyber bullying or assassinators. A personal encounter with darkness is not dealing with a pretty thing. Some of them are pretty in deed, ” a bouquet of flower without any scent”. Writing this piece, I will try not to give away information that has been previously written.

What I can certainly say is this, dealing with witchcraft is dealing with deaths. And it is not dealing with a death, but we are dealing with multitudes, blood shed, blood shed, bloodshed. This experience herewith is brutal, scary, monstrous, but the end result is life to core. I have gained rank in JESUS’ army alright. It has not been an easy trip, and everyday the enemy put more nails on the rocky mountain.

JESUS NEVER LEAVE NOR FORSAKE US. Until then, cheers brother and sisters in Christ.

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AMBASSADOR IN CHAINS

Writing from the perspective of a stranger, it is much to pressing and depressing trying to make my voice pierce through the four walls to hit its intended targets. Besides, the world of sin and death is now a world lies and confusion. Speaking of chaos and destruction, it is inevitable to leave out the reality that lies behind the COVID19. Remember before it was COVID19, it was CORONA VIRUS. A series of explanation has sprang forth to describe or to give a professional diagnosis or practitonaires point of views.

Remember in the earlier part of the CORONA/COVID that we had a toilet paper gig or jive going on. All this time, I, the prophet of GOD was moving around the city of TORONTO trying to find a washroom to simply poop every six to seven days. I will not go into details about the reason for going out because it has been made mention in a series of five books. The two best topics to explore at JAW BONE AND EZEKIEL’S PROPHECY by Alexandra Sonson. Up to this moment, I still use the washroom every six to seven days. Ask me how do I survive it, I will answer, it is the grace of Jesus Christ. And one the things that griped me in the beginning is eating a bowl of instant noodles every night as my daily meal. I once cried over my meal every day. The bowl of soup has become more of a life saving tool. Whatever the case or whatever the reason why the whole of a city haunted me down to kill me is still unknown. But I remembered the scripture that Jesus said that rejoice if we were persecuted for His sake.

There is a lot more darkness involved than a bowl of chicken noodle soup, but it took me gumption to write the truth in the five books because warned me that I should prophesy in truth and in spirit. Although I do not know how to prophesy but I know how to speak truth. One of the deadly journey any man can take is one fighting against the dark spirit realm without JESUS and His legions of angels by your side.

Believe me, the angel of darkness and the people working for him are the most barbaric and vicious human beings alive. But in all of it there is JESUS, there is redemption, there is repentance. Although the end of the dark war is no where near over, I gained JESUS in an inexplicable manner. Today, I am here holding up His BANNER. JESUS is marvelous, and I marveled at HIS patience whenever I did not follow His command for lack of understanding. You know what He says to me smiling, “sometimes you don’t understand my bits”. Practically I did not understand anything because on of the things that I complain about was not having anyone to counsel me. Remember, the Israelites had Moses and Joshua and they still complained.

I am still sitting in a small unit on a stool and I cannot begin to mention what evil works that doers perform on me coming in and going out of my unit whenever they desire, even while I am asleep. They literally leave traces behind for me to know and see that they have the power to come in whenever. As for this little piece of equipment call the stool, they have left a legacy of wickedness upon it. I will put these bits to a close, but I will emphasize further, if you want to know the truth and learn how to preserve lives for God read the books that I have mentioned above. I love you guys, and God bless you.

Thank you and God Bless

KILLING FOR THE SAKE OF RELIGION

There is a wall on my heart with a long ladder where witches and warlocks have been climbing back and forth for seven years. I have gone through much torment, torture and trials. During this last days with wars and rumours of wars, all types of rebellions are rising for the sake of religion. The battle for skin color is becoming one of the fastest growing schemes of the devil where participation from all types of race are claiming blackness.

The fight is not about skin pigmentation, for this war has been going on long before JESUS CHRIST chose me from the side lines and to work in His vineyard. The seriousness of what I am encountering everyday is not human. During these wild encountering with idolaters and experiencing witchcraft manipulations has left my emotions raw.

When mind manipulations of the wicked approved as a medical condition and even have a medical term, it is crushing to watch those who have died through what is passed and classified as doctors diagnosis. During the seven years with JESUS, the astounding revelations that JESUS gave me revealing methodical approaches, techniques, manipulations, vices and devices used in witchcraft is mind blowing. I would like to point readers who are reading this piece to turn to my books. They are helpful and life saving resources produced straight from heavenly helpers.

The book Eziekiel’s Prophecy:COVID19 and Jaw Bone carries a surmountable amount of information that will save lives, and I mean lives. Now it time that people that are under mental and physical attack go beyond just doctor’s diagnosis.
I could go on and on, however, everything is already laid out for readers to see, and I left no stone unturned.

I am living in a home where I am being trampled upon day and night, day and night. The enemies of my soul hound me down like jackals. They have attempted all types of ways to frighten and threatened me to give up fulfilling God’s prophecy. It is only through perseverance and gusto that I fulfilled God’s desire for my life and I will never give up fighting. JESUS has already won that battle on the cross way before He called out from the matrix of my mother’s womb.

I will never stand on the sidelines with fiends at my side any more, and all pretending to be friends. I have overcome the need to feel a sense of belonging, for I belong to JESUS.