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Testimony of Claudia King, Part II, Still Plagued by Evil Spirits

A note from Janet: I try to limit my blog posts to a certain word count, so this story, written in her own words, has been continued from the previous post. Claudia is a friend of a good friend. I have never met her, but have spoken with her on the phone and communicated by email. There are several important aspects to this story. First, Claudia brought undeniably dark and damaging forces into her life even though she was young, an innocent who was just experimenting. Second, there are several similarities in her story to those who claim to be alien abductees. Third, Claudia was ultimately delivered from these entities through the power of the name of Jesus. My parents found those ‘religious materials’ underneath my bed and threw them in the garbage. I was forbidden to be around the Christians. I snuck out of the house on a few occasions to go to bible studies, but when my parents finally caught me they kicked me out of the house. So, at eighteen, I found myself alone in an apart

Claudia King Story, Part I, Opening the Door

A note from Janet:   Claudia is a friend of a good friend. I have never met her, but have spoken with her on the phone and communicated by email. She is the real deal, and this story is not exaggerated. I try to limit my blog posts to a certain word count, so this story, written in her own words, will be offered in two consecutive posts. It does have an indirect ufo component to it. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Eph. 6:2:   For we are not fighting against people made of flesh and blood, but we fight against the evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against those mighty powers of darkness who rule this world, and against wicked spirits in the heavenly realms. This passage refers to all Christians, yet you will only meet a handful of Christians that have actually experienced the demonic realm . I am one of those people. I will present my story as honestly and as transparently as I can. I have no agenda in sharing my story with you- other than offering you a vision of t

"The Babe" and the Doctrine of Inerrancy

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Today Ted and I spent his last day of freedom from teaching by driving into the Sierras. Tomorrow, it’s back to long weeks of grading. We took a nice walk by a river. Then we drove up a highway and decided to make a small town in the middle of the piney woods our goal. On the map it was quite simple. Turn off Hwy XX onto a paved road, stop at this tiny little town for a cup of coffee, continue through town on the same road, loop back to Hwy XX, and go on home. I’ll call the town Pittsville, because I have some not so nice things to say about it. Not only did we have the map to guide us, we had “The Babe,” Ted’s GPS. How could we lose? It turned out that Pittsville was not a cute little town with barns and antique shops. It was the armpit of the Sierras, full of broken down houses and rural looking people. Two kids playing outside were quite stunned to see us driving by them on their one-lane street, the main street in what you might call a town, except the only business in town