In the previous post I provided several diagrams which show numeric patterns that count 777. I first discovered these seven year patterns in major life-changing events in 2000 when I converted to Christianity on blind faith in 2000. I was in one way, a faithful die-hard believer all along in a "greater power" (a deity). Those Christians who say that people can not know God without believing in Jesus, do not know God themselves!
I had seen evidence for the existence of a higher power, but was unsure whom or what "God" was. The majority of my life had been spent believing in a type of pseudo-Judaism (Old Testament Laws) and loss of faith and slipping into deism/paganism. Sure, the church I grew up in taught the existence of Jesus, but they taught that Protestant and Catholic faith were grounded in Paganism (i.e., the obelisk at the Vatican is an Egyptian fertility symbol) and the practice of Easter itself, rooted in early Sun worship. I even thought for a time, I believed in "Christianity" but I knew myself and the protestants had really nothing in common. I kept the Saturday Sabbath while they kept Sunday. They observed pagan holidays, and I abstained from their Easter, their Christmas and other religionized holidays rooted in ancient pagan solstice/equinox rituals. Christianity was a foreign concept. There were a few times I tried to learn something from my grandmother about her Baptist religion. It was though a light of contentment and peace illuminated from her, that I could not put my finger on, however, whatever she believed in, I was certain it gave her peace and inner-love. I concluded in my teenage mind, that whatever the truth may be about religion, God would rather we eat 1000 pork chops (a forbidden meat in Judaism and related religions) than treat our neighbors so dastardly (as I'd seen from my family battling over religion). I was forbidden to attend the Baptist church with my Grandmother, or else, there would be hell to pay.
After becoming 19 and leaving home I even attended a Holiness church, (against my parents' dogmatism and will). I called myself a Christian, but all I understood of it, was the word. I tried to assimilate what I saw other Pentecostals doing... but it never sank in fully. When they mailed a greeting card thanking me for visiting (arriving at my mother's address), my parents quickly came calling and insisting I should move back home and enroll in college. As soon as done, I was pressured back into attendance in their church which many Protestants have referred to as a bonafide cult.
I lacked understanding of what Christianity's founding principals (forgiveness through grace in the name of Jesus) were truly about and half of my ignorance about Christianity, I credit to either miseducation by the religious establishment and its failure to teach the Bible in a scholarly fashion, while the other half of my ignorance I credit to their failure to teach by example.
To make a long story short,
In 1989, I was an older teenager and had no real understanding of the power in the spirit world. I dabbled in a lot of things when I was a curious teenager. The church had glorified demons and the omnipotent "satan" all to strike fear into its followers. Along the line, I guess one could speculate I'd attracted the attention of the dark side of the force. I was a young foolish teenager in my early life and did not realize was there and fully at work in my young life. I had attracted the attention of the dark powers that be, but was blind and could not see it at the time... there were warning signs, but I did not see them, if I did, I thought they were crazy.
Back in 1989, I was "playing" around with the rock music scene (heavy metal) and being young, was against the protest of the day, anti-Censorship and the "Parents' Music Resource Center" headed up by Al Gore's wife, Tipper Gore which was seeking to label music albums that contained explicit lyrics.
It seemed like a fun idea at the time... the role of an activist. Take the most beautiful song I'd ever heard and petition for the song to be played nationwide on Thanksgiving Evening -- afterall, Thanksgiving was the national day of Thanks, for the freedoms we Americans have protected under the Constitution of the United States. Namely, our freedom of speech and it seemed as though a select group of individuals were seeking to censor that freedom.
"Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin.. the goal was to get it played across the nation on Thanksgiving Evening, 1989. How to get copies of the petition circulated? There was certainly a mailing base through MTV and rock music magazines.
I sent a copy of the petition to MTV and addresses of some rock magazines' addresses I'd purchased at local grocery stores.. I didn't see the harm in it.
Unbelievably, MTV News ran the segment without my knowledge. Suddenly, mail began pouring in from everywhere. The mail box was filled up with kids writing for a copy of the petition to distribute which I was more than happy to oblige sending.
In the midst of the letters there were fanatical Christians sending literature that I should "get saved" and threats how I'd burn in hell. I thought it was absurd. Ridiculous nonsense.
As the months passed in 1989, I saw a momentous event unfold which our church's leader had "prophecied" to unfold before the end-time apocalypse, the Berlin wall fell that same year. It was suppose to be the sign of "Nazi Germany arising and uniting with the Catholic and Protestant Church to persecute and herd Saturday Sabbath Keepers into concentration camps" (or so I was raised to believe from a lifetime of their pseudo-Judaism religious cult terror indoctrination).
I called one rock magazine in New York.. I was amazed. They'd heard of me on MTV News.. and promised they'd publish anything I wanted in the future regarding my activist work.
The Christian hate mail continued to pour in, along with requests for the petition to get Stairway to Heaven played nationwide on Thanksgiving (12, Eastern Time, 9 PM Pacific).
A brother of mine, who was older and had moved away happened to visit that Autumn in 1989. He had joined the volunteer/homeless ministry of Charles Stanley in Atlanta, Georgia and volunteering in the kitchen. According to him, he connected the dots between my activist work with Heavy Metal and what he'd heard in a sermon from Charles Stanley's ministry. My brother claimed in a sermon they'd denounced the activity as "Satan declaring himself across the nation," which was too much for me to stomach. I ignored what my brother told me as just more of the same hateful ignorance I was receiving in the mail.
Then came the crushing blow. A newspaper reporter from Myrtle Beach SC called and inquired on the petition. She asked my opinion on the "subliminal message" in Stairway to Heaven. Of course the review in the paper was negative.
By the time Thanksgiving Evening came around, I'm left to assume the Christian nation had prayed the event down to its destruction because MTV News ran another report as though nobody had ever heard of the event.
I was dumbfounded by the whole thing. So much publicity was produced by the petition on MTV and magazine coverage yet, came to a crashing halt of nothing within just a few months. Christians were afraid it was "Satan".
That was 1989.
In a few years, I was older and past my teenage R&R phase, and on to more mature themes. I won't spend a lot of time here discussing the reasons why, but will conclude with this. I began researching the rightwing Socialists, after seeing the collapse of the Berlin wall. Our church' founder "prophecied" that the Berlin Wall would fall, and it did indeed, in 1989. I feared the nazis were coming, so I managed to find a contact address in 1991. I wrote and inquired on further information. At last, I found one neo-nazi leader in Austria who didn't seem to mind personal correspondence. But his response to my questions came as a surprise. As many times as our church' leader swore "The Nazis will rise up and unite with the Catholic and Protestant Church and persecute sabbath keepers, such as the Jews and Seventh Day Adventists and others who keep God's true sabbath..." he, the neo-nazi leader in Austria informed me, he doesn't care about religion. He's PAGAN, and he believed some people "need" a religion.
It was not the response I expected or wanted to hear. After years of believing I'd be mindlessly herded into a concentration camp by fascist hoardes. But it went one further. It seemed he had a small nugget of truth in the mix, when discussing SOCIALISM (that is, leftwing socialism, or better known as the LIBERAL). What woman who wants to have the American Dream of a loyal, monogamous, faithful conservative husband hasn't heard of and dislike LIBERALS... especially the LEFTWING. Today we know more about these people. Back then, the mainstream did not.
I became curious and despite the popular hatred of "Nazis" and other extreme rightwing stereotypes, I remained in contact. Of course I didn't particularly like the ignorant, blatant racist bigotry, nor did I like the fact that many support pedophilia and polygamy. That was all beside the point, these rightwingers seemed to be against liberal broadcasters... the forces that had corrupted the national morality through perverted media. Men had became liberal... a free-for-all, no place for a nice girl to settle down and marry, as in 'til death do you part.
All I knew of love-relationships up to that point in my life was being a victim of statutory rape at around age 13, and my share of run-ins with young men who wanted to "have a good time and move on". On the contrary I wanted a stable, monogamous MARRIAGE. Therefore, feeling I'd had my youth stolen from me, by 1991, I was ready to start World War III with whatever or whomever the source of my misery was.
Socialism seemed to be the key to that answer. True, they were crawling media, government... evidently, the banks and every key position of influence and power.
In 1993, I came into contact with one named Thomas Lemke, who was on a mailing list out of Germany. Having been spoon-fed 'nazis are going to rise up and persecute and murder us sabbath keepers' since the time I was a young child, or perhaps its the photos he sent me which lead me to believe he was a conservative, perhaps it was the failure to properly judge just how dangerous people are (due to Autism which I would learn I have, in later life), perhaps for a lot of reasons, some evident to me, other reasons not so evident, perhaps it was just meant to turn out that way... but I would travel to Germany in 1994, and marry Thomas Lemke.
In 1995, I learned he was no "conservative." In fact, he was rather liberal and in his typical abusive way, assured me, that at age 27, I was somehow "too old" for the gung-ho good ole boys neo-nazis, or perhaps that was just his jealousy speaking. Whatever the case was, he was quite jealous, though it didn't prevent him from having an extra-marital affair, before, during and after our marriage with the same woman who later (in 1995-1996) would participate in his murderous rampage against... Germans.
I will not go into detail about it here, but I wanted my daughter to be there. I actually was confident that I'd found a conservative man who would settle down and make a family together. But every attempt to bring my daughter to Europe, failed. After some extended time to think about how circumstances continued to work against me, I broke down in tears and prayed about it with all sincerity why "the great spirit" was not making this happen for me. A vision came that night. I dreamed of a long white hallway, that turned left, and turned left, leading to a door. I opened the door, and walked in. It looked tidy enough, but a large snow-white colored rat attacked me, sinking its teeth and claws into me. In the dream there was also a bed nearby. I pulled the quilt from it, and covered the rat. It scurried under the quilt to find its way out. I pulled the door to shut it, but then saw in the corner of the room, my baby daughter playing next to a mirror. The dream ended with the realization, "if I go back into the room to save my baby, the rat will kill me... the loss of blood has left me too weak." But if I did not, the rat would kill my baby with little effort. It was a paradox. I had that dream in December of 1994, and it was finally interpreted in 1996 by my College Psychology professor. Explaining, the rat was a person. Its beady black eyes, its soul. The color of its fur represented deception. That it attacked me, the person would do in real life. (How I felt drained of blood, was the same that I felt during a nervous breakdown when I first saw his explosive to me, plastered on the front page of the newspaper). That I threw a quilt over the rat, was that I would outwit my enemy. And, I did. I stayed in contact with him over a number of months, long enough to gather information (letters, taped conversations he mailed to me claiming he had murdered and raped victims), photographs, et cetera, and provide it to federal investigators. And lastly, that my child was playing by a mirror, in India, (our psychology instructor's native homeland) a mirror represents "Protection". God was telling me two years earlier, that my daughter was prevented from travelling to Europe, for things I could not see, things that would come to be, to protect her from danger.
Upon learning of his adultery, upon his claims that he was being sought by police, upon his insistance that he would straighten up, quit cheating, get a stable job, I returned to the United States in March 1995. He said he would come to the United States after I returned and empty promises how we would settle down and have a normal, decent marriage and family life.
In the summer of 1995, I became employed as an Administrative Assistant while his mental condition began deteriorating. He began insisting I return to Europe. I refused. I was still sorting through the burn of realizing I had married an adulterer. I don't think it had fully sank in, until his forceful insistance I return to Europe became more and more threatening, to which I finally threatened divorce. He countered that with threats of a "war" if I wanted a divorce. He began demanding my work phone number, and I refused to give it to him. I knew he'd call 24/7 and cause me to lose my job. Things had spiralled out of control by Autumn of 1995 when he mailed an explosive and it ended up in the newspaper with a full discussion about myself as the recipient. I suffered a nervous breakdown.
By March 1996, they finally had him in custody. I had already endured months of terror by phone, by mail, and a hole ripped into my peace.
I remember that March of 1996. I had already warned him in 1995, that if he was committing adultery, "God will punish you." I believed in a "Great Spirit" who would protect and destroy my enemies -- a god without a name was how I knew the deity.
He mocked me. He seemed to feel the male gender was somehow superior to the female in some way, and genuinely believed he had a right to several women, whilst myself, was obligated to remain faithful to him, to the bitter end, even death, if I dare left him and his adultery. He scoffed that God would punish ME. I guess I was, with the way he lied to me, and he destroyed so many lives including my own. There's not a day that passes by that I do not carry the weight of the memory of his victims' lives, senselessly snuffed out. For what? His own selfish egocentric pseudo-political hysteria. I spent around a decade of my life afterward trying to make sense of the senseless and came to the conclusion, there is no logic behind a twisted mind and twisted motives.
That was 1995-1996, the lowest point ever in my life.
On to 2002. In 2000, I converted to Christianity on blind faith. I had no reason to believe, having been exposed to Atheist literature years before. Something moved on my spirit though, to accept Christianity with an open mind. I dropped out of the local churches, and began in-home study with theology books and actually reading the Bible from end to end.
I was compelled to worship alone, in the Old Testament fashion, but with only a slighter better understanding of Jesus' role in the Bible. I became dedicated to non-denominational work, namely the Bible Foundation with hopes to raise awareness for the good work they were doing. They collect old Bibles and ship them to places around the world who have none.
My work, producing crosses by recycling magazines, brought attention from area newspaper and television.
"Jesus Saves" was printed on the cross, attached to a list of the ten commandments, and awareness for the Bible Foundation at local stores, including a collection box for donations. People hanged the crosses on their rear-view mirrors, I'd send the donations to the Bible Foundation.
So there it is, the pattern of 7-7-7 that was created by media coverage :
1989... "satan" is brought low by Christian Prayers after attempts to declare himself across the nation. Seven years later:
1995-1996... living through the hell, the height of a nightmare while following "the deity". The unknown God. The Great "I am that I am". The dark side of the Force, or whatever one may call the King of the Universe. Seven years later:
2002... "Jesus Saves".
777.
Anyone with a clue can begin seeing that GOD the Father, the Almighty is in control, not the pathetic idolatry of satan. How little power 'satan' has in this world, indeed! A few Christian prayers silenced the so-called 'declaration across a nation' as Charles Stanley's ministry put it.
And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. -Matthew 28:18And nothing of co-rulership with a snake or dragon is mentioned. The former evolving from Egyptian polytheistic worship of beasts, and the latter evolving from Babylonian mythology, that of Marduk and his war in heaven with Tiamat the Dragon (better known as "Babylon Mystery" religion). I believe as Moses and the prophets did, centuries before God's chosen people polluted themselves with idolatry or 'satan' was ever mentioned in the books of the Bible. That is, I believe in monotheism, in ONE GOD, and none beside him.
I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do all these things. (Isaiah 45:7, KJV)I utterly reject belief in the hebrew idolatry of the Babylonian dragon, Tiamat and the Egyptian god-snake.
I am the LORD, and there is none else, there is no God beside me: I girded thee, though thou hast not known me (Isaiah 45:5)
However, on a lighter note,
Perhaps 777 was written in the stars? Who knows?
And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years (Genesis 1:14)777 began during Sagittarius 1989.
They were all saying "Jesus will return in the year 2000." No, Jesus did not, but that's the year I converted to Christianity (involved in another unique 777 pattern which involved spiritual transformation and journey and yes, was documented in publications).
And the big one, 2007... the year of 07/07/07, the year I reclaimed my faith after journeying among Agnostics and encounter with anti-Christ, and there are many anti-Christs.
As I speak, there's a lot of hysteria too about the world coming to an end in 12/21/12, or if you prefer 666's and 777's, then try my birthday, which like the beginning of 777 which began in Sagittarius 1989, will fall on 12/12/12.
Perhaps, as the friendly neighborhood Agnostic might say, its all merely coincidence.
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