Much has been said lately about sanity, and it seems that we should avoid the issue for the next few months, however, the Holy Spirit compels me to write once more on the topic. When I last saw a psychiatrist, I was fifteen and suicidal. Since then , I have become the mother of two girls who, on the surface, appear to be well adjusted. I have noticed though, that their auras have the same malformations that mine had when I was fifteen.
I now believe that suicidal thoughts stem from attachments to spirits of suicide that ride on the shoulders of their victims. I don’t know how the attachment began, but I can see them on the shoulders of my two girls. I trust that God will tell us how to remove them before they begin to infiltrate their minds, and warp their thought processes. I hope my girls will never need to speak to a psychiatrist.
My friend in Quebec, Canada is not someone I know, but if she is a member of God’s kingdom, she is my friend. I too saw a psychiatrist when I was fifteen, and I too was extremely suicidal. When I was in my twenties, I had my spiritual eyes opened, and saw two men sitting, one on each of my shoulders. I asked them who they were, and they replied that they were my spirit guides.
I recalled that I had attended a program in my early teens and one of the main events was assigning spirit guides to help us through our teen years. They were the two guides who had been assigned to me. Whenever I had a compulsion to go in the wrong direction, it was they who were speaking to me. Whenever I saw red and was filled with anger, it was they who were propelling me forward.
Whenever I needed a respite from life, it was they who were speaking thoughts of suicide. I see them on my shoulder less frequently, and when I do, I know that things are about to take a negative turn. I dont know how to get rid of them, except to pray in the language of the spirit, from the heart, and hope they will never again reappear. In Jesus’ name, Amen.