It has been one very nice day here in Moose Pass, only our tallest peak showing a dash of new snow along its highest ridge. But, the freeze has killed most of the plants and our lawn is quickly piling up with fallen leaves from our surrounding cottonwoods. It is sad to see the great cottonwood trees become naked and even sadder to think of all the raking I must do when its all done. My wife says she wants one more lawn mowing and of course, She will be obeyed. but I am thinking of waiting a week and then cutting all leaves up with the grass to leave a layer over the my dreadful lawn. This lawn gives me a constant problem. I want a golf course lawn and I get more of a Death Valley one. I usually let the grass grow, in its mangy patches, at this point and rake the leaves up, put them into 1 of 3 wire rings and attempt to make soil. Takes about two years. We also have a couple compost bins and I can make pretty good soil in the lower half, but again, because we're up here in the mountains it takes longer- about 2 decades and a lot of hope. This year I had enough soil to cover two good sized plant beds for veggies. But so many plants that can grow in Fairbanks or Wasilla, will not grow very well here without a green house; cucumber, tomatoes, squashes (various kinds), and my apple trees are not doing all that well. If you recall our 16'x24' green house was hit with a typhoon/hurricane and the center beam broke- an 6"x12" center beam. But I just build the rock beds, fill them with dirt/soil and its my wife who has the green thumb. She's sort of a plant whisperer. She's also an animal whisper and I have often accused her of having the ability to strike up a conversation with a wall hanging. I get thumped for that one. Right in the chest with her knuckle. But I get a hug later, after my tears get to her.
Mona is my prayer warrior- a chief intercessor who has seen both sides of the coin and knows the enemy exists in complete reality. None of the Sunday morning half-way gestures where people think evil is just an after thought and not really alive. "Oh evil was for back then, it's not really around now."
She and I, through our travels and jobs, plus people we have met, all directed by the Lord, has proven to us the demonic properties are real and they want this world. Their biggest victory is the confusion they have caused; one being for how the Christians believe in angels, but not in demons. The second thing is getting mankind to believe in ghosts-in the returning of their dead family members and friends. Not so, these are only demons, for when you rebuke them in the Lord's name they flee. When our souls got to be with God, they remain with God. The Lord Jesus never said our dead family members were going to be retuning to haunt our homes, to offer advice or walk the by-ways. They cannot stand up against the Lord's power through us. But we have to have faith, otherwise its like the demon in the Bible who spoke of knowing who Christ is, but not recognizing anything about that so-called believer's heart who called out the name of the Lord for protection. It ended badly for that one- no true faith behind the statement. Faith is a mighty weapon. For me, I wasn't a believer until I was 27-years old and only a few short months later I and my wife went into spiritual and physical battle with a witches coven and the demonic forces that had ruled over the City of Skagway and its greed, which the town had been built on since the Gold Rush of 1898.
Was I frightened...as a new believer I sure and my wife, who was like a varsity player, supported me through with advice and prayer. We also had a lot of prayer support from family members and friends from all over. Even today after walking with the Lord over 30 years, I never take my faith for granted- I must renew it through prayer. Getting rusty can prove really painful when you slip and fall on the rocks.
My first couple weeks in Skagway there was no place to live and Mona stayed back in the Lower 48 until I could find somewhere to hang out hats. So, I slept in the jail. Now understand, I was a city police officer which undergoes a lengthy interview process, background, usually a polygraph and drug testing and then an oral interview before 3-5 people. I was hired over the phone at a town I had not even applied for.
Now the town had one ancient cell, escape proof unless you had a front-end loader-the walls were solid granite and the steel door's lock could not be reached by the prisoner. Of course, I kept the door unlocked so I could get to the phone and make it to breakfast in the morning. But in this particular cell, with a ceiling 12 feet above the floor, at least 12 ( we had records for this many) men had somehow committed suicide. Pleasant room by anyone standards and this was not Mayberry's guest jail cell.
When asleep I experienced the most heinous dreams I've ever had experienced, far worse than my PTSD nightmares I still suffered. Well, I still get those, but rarely. After the third night I called Mona up at nearly 2 a.m. and asked for help. She was staying with my Dad and 2nd Mother-Bea, who was a mighty prayer warrior. She was very responsible for my finding my way to the Lord, along with my self-proclaimed atheist father. He was out to prove the Bible was a farce and half-way through got saved. Between Mona and Bea, they completely understood what I was fighting- a spiritual battle. Here I was a brand new Christian and I was here to stay, and the enemy was made mighty uncomfortable and Mona hadn't even arrived. We would have a lot of wrestling matches in the years ahead.
Well. they told me to pray over the office, lay my hands on the walls and rebuke Satan's presence. So, that's what I did. Since I was sleeping there, I had domain rights and this gave me the edge. I read about this issue later in numerous spiritual warfare books and heard it through a lot of sermons. This is why we have full authority to kick the enemy from our homes and you might have to do it every night if you have people living there bring crap into the house. Finally, the enemy is going to stop cross your line and he'll wait down the street for ever he owns to come walking by. Now this part may make you feel I'm a little nuts and I've grown used to it, I was nuts for God. Turn of last century, 1900-10, people understood spiritual warfare because the churches were teaching on it. Seldom now, unless in the nondenominational churches or a fired up denomination. But I could hear screams as I painted the walls of the cell and the office with my prayers. The dreams stopped. When the Chief came in for work that very next morning he commented on how clean the office looked and thanked me. I hadn't touched a thing.
Now I've written about the spiritual wars and our battle with the coven, that had existed since Skagway was founded- mostly ignored because of the prominent people involved in it, in one of my manuscripts entitled "Stronghold". I am hoping my publisher will come to like it this winter and maybe we'll get it out on the shelves next summer. The town's characters are fictional names, but I used 90% of my actual cases in this story with my role and my wife's under fictional names.
But I wanted to add one other thing and its about our town's grizzly bear mount. We had it up in the town's museum, up above the police station. This critter was an attractive mount taken long ago and donated to the city. The bear was standing up and on its base it stood well over 7 feet high. Thing had claws 3-4 inches long. But when I was given a glimpse of the museum by the police chief after being hired, ( it was closed for the winter and I was hired in January), I noticed this massive chain wrapped around the base of the bear's mount and bolted into the wall. The links were 3 inches in length and I guess that chain weighed well over 100 lbs. I had asked him what gives with the chain and he explained that later at night or very early morning, the bear liked to take a walk and the people at work in the office below could hear it moving around. Apparently one such emergency jailer guard, who was looking over a felon, got so rattled he abandoned the felon and made a dash for the ferry terminal. arriving in time to catch the southbound ferry. When the chief arrived in the morning he found the Felon in tears and screaming he wanted out of there.
Sure enough, I heard the bear my 3rd or 4th night, but I didn't have a key for the Museum door. Only an bothersome alarm that would go off until we could turn it off at the station. I even checked the emergency back door that first time, which was buried under 5-6 feet of snow on the upstairs landing and there was 5 feet at least on the ground below- with no foot prints. You see it wasn't the mount moving around, it sounded like a large bear up above me walking on two legs. I got used to the foot stomping and learned to ignore it. But for a week or so I had un-holstered my revolver and put it on the desk beside me as I worked and then when I went to bed, I kept it handy. Police work always involved a lot of paperwork. But, during summer months when I checked on the open museum, I noticed the mount had stretched to the length of it's chain to the right or left. Sometimes I'd look at it in the eye and was happy it stayed upstairs. My imagination could go a bit wild at times.
Now our church, the one we found closest to our beliefs, didn't go in to spiritual warfare. In fact none of the churches in town did back then. There had once been a mental asylum in town that had been torn down to the very last brick and nothing built in its place. But our old arrest records showed that for every normal misdemeanor arrest, the town had like 10 mental cases. Now part of this could be due to the economy, the gold rush was long over and the town was too small to off jobs outside the railroad and tourism. But still, that is a lot of mental breakdowns. If put into print, I believe you'll find Stronghold an exciting read. I will tell you, for me it was like a spiritual special forces boot camp. But yes, sometimes I was frightened, but I always fell back on prayer and my faith. It of course helped having a courageous and knowing wife. In one of my biggest cases there, she helped me take down and identify half of the coven because of her knowledge of the dark side. Truie, she had walked it and was then saved by the Blood of the Lamb. Now she was helping an amazing number of perople over the years, with the Lord's direction. Shortly afterward, we were offered a better job in Seward, again hired over the phone and we left Skagway. Now I have done some research on this and I've found it seldom for a police officer to be hired over the phone, but in my case it occurred twice and those numbers are not heard of. So, I know the Lord was involved. As to why, and what I and my wife was able to accomplish, I must leave to the Father and his overall plans.
In Closing, one day I came upon 3 "professional women" who had set up their business north of town and right at the edge of where the mental asylum was. They'd been spooked from the night before by all the voices they had heard during the night. They had no problem relocated into Canada when I told them they had no city work permit to practice their trade here. I even got a smile from the head lady and they were gone within 10-minutes. Of course some of the local boys were vere unhappy with me, including some of the married ones I had wrote down their licenses numbers for in the event any arrests were needed of the ladies. I threw the license numbers away, but admittedly I was surprised at some of the men I saw visiting this place of business.
I walked through the asylum ground once more and for the first time, I had found old evidence of a fire. We had nothing in the police files concerning the destruction and what or if anything had been done to the staff or patients. It was a void for us.
Mona is my prayer warrior- a chief intercessor who has seen both sides of the coin and knows the enemy exists in complete reality. None of the Sunday morning half-way gestures where people think evil is just an after thought and not really alive. "Oh evil was for back then, it's not really around now."
She and I, through our travels and jobs, plus people we have met, all directed by the Lord, has proven to us the demonic properties are real and they want this world. Their biggest victory is the confusion they have caused; one being for how the Christians believe in angels, but not in demons. The second thing is getting mankind to believe in ghosts-in the returning of their dead family members and friends. Not so, these are only demons, for when you rebuke them in the Lord's name they flee. When our souls got to be with God, they remain with God. The Lord Jesus never said our dead family members were going to be retuning to haunt our homes, to offer advice or walk the by-ways. They cannot stand up against the Lord's power through us. But we have to have faith, otherwise its like the demon in the Bible who spoke of knowing who Christ is, but not recognizing anything about that so-called believer's heart who called out the name of the Lord for protection. It ended badly for that one- no true faith behind the statement. Faith is a mighty weapon. For me, I wasn't a believer until I was 27-years old and only a few short months later I and my wife went into spiritual and physical battle with a witches coven and the demonic forces that had ruled over the City of Skagway and its greed, which the town had been built on since the Gold Rush of 1898.
Was I frightened...as a new believer I sure and my wife, who was like a varsity player, supported me through with advice and prayer. We also had a lot of prayer support from family members and friends from all over. Even today after walking with the Lord over 30 years, I never take my faith for granted- I must renew it through prayer. Getting rusty can prove really painful when you slip and fall on the rocks.
My first couple weeks in Skagway there was no place to live and Mona stayed back in the Lower 48 until I could find somewhere to hang out hats. So, I slept in the jail. Now understand, I was a city police officer which undergoes a lengthy interview process, background, usually a polygraph and drug testing and then an oral interview before 3-5 people. I was hired over the phone at a town I had not even applied for.
Now the town had one ancient cell, escape proof unless you had a front-end loader-the walls were solid granite and the steel door's lock could not be reached by the prisoner. Of course, I kept the door unlocked so I could get to the phone and make it to breakfast in the morning. But in this particular cell, with a ceiling 12 feet above the floor, at least 12 ( we had records for this many) men had somehow committed suicide. Pleasant room by anyone standards and this was not Mayberry's guest jail cell.
When asleep I experienced the most heinous dreams I've ever had experienced, far worse than my PTSD nightmares I still suffered. Well, I still get those, but rarely. After the third night I called Mona up at nearly 2 a.m. and asked for help. She was staying with my Dad and 2nd Mother-Bea, who was a mighty prayer warrior. She was very responsible for my finding my way to the Lord, along with my self-proclaimed atheist father. He was out to prove the Bible was a farce and half-way through got saved. Between Mona and Bea, they completely understood what I was fighting- a spiritual battle. Here I was a brand new Christian and I was here to stay, and the enemy was made mighty uncomfortable and Mona hadn't even arrived. We would have a lot of wrestling matches in the years ahead.
Well. they told me to pray over the office, lay my hands on the walls and rebuke Satan's presence. So, that's what I did. Since I was sleeping there, I had domain rights and this gave me the edge. I read about this issue later in numerous spiritual warfare books and heard it through a lot of sermons. This is why we have full authority to kick the enemy from our homes and you might have to do it every night if you have people living there bring crap into the house. Finally, the enemy is going to stop cross your line and he'll wait down the street for ever he owns to come walking by. Now this part may make you feel I'm a little nuts and I've grown used to it, I was nuts for God. Turn of last century, 1900-10, people understood spiritual warfare because the churches were teaching on it. Seldom now, unless in the nondenominational churches or a fired up denomination. But I could hear screams as I painted the walls of the cell and the office with my prayers. The dreams stopped. When the Chief came in for work that very next morning he commented on how clean the office looked and thanked me. I hadn't touched a thing.
Now I've written about the spiritual wars and our battle with the coven, that had existed since Skagway was founded- mostly ignored because of the prominent people involved in it, in one of my manuscripts entitled "Stronghold". I am hoping my publisher will come to like it this winter and maybe we'll get it out on the shelves next summer. The town's characters are fictional names, but I used 90% of my actual cases in this story with my role and my wife's under fictional names.
But I wanted to add one other thing and its about our town's grizzly bear mount. We had it up in the town's museum, up above the police station. This critter was an attractive mount taken long ago and donated to the city. The bear was standing up and on its base it stood well over 7 feet high. Thing had claws 3-4 inches long. But when I was given a glimpse of the museum by the police chief after being hired, ( it was closed for the winter and I was hired in January), I noticed this massive chain wrapped around the base of the bear's mount and bolted into the wall. The links were 3 inches in length and I guess that chain weighed well over 100 lbs. I had asked him what gives with the chain and he explained that later at night or very early morning, the bear liked to take a walk and the people at work in the office below could hear it moving around. Apparently one such emergency jailer guard, who was looking over a felon, got so rattled he abandoned the felon and made a dash for the ferry terminal. arriving in time to catch the southbound ferry. When the chief arrived in the morning he found the Felon in tears and screaming he wanted out of there.
Sure enough, I heard the bear my 3rd or 4th night, but I didn't have a key for the Museum door. Only an bothersome alarm that would go off until we could turn it off at the station. I even checked the emergency back door that first time, which was buried under 5-6 feet of snow on the upstairs landing and there was 5 feet at least on the ground below- with no foot prints. You see it wasn't the mount moving around, it sounded like a large bear up above me walking on two legs. I got used to the foot stomping and learned to ignore it. But for a week or so I had un-holstered my revolver and put it on the desk beside me as I worked and then when I went to bed, I kept it handy. Police work always involved a lot of paperwork. But, during summer months when I checked on the open museum, I noticed the mount had stretched to the length of it's chain to the right or left. Sometimes I'd look at it in the eye and was happy it stayed upstairs. My imagination could go a bit wild at times.
Now our church, the one we found closest to our beliefs, didn't go in to spiritual warfare. In fact none of the churches in town did back then. There had once been a mental asylum in town that had been torn down to the very last brick and nothing built in its place. But our old arrest records showed that for every normal misdemeanor arrest, the town had like 10 mental cases. Now part of this could be due to the economy, the gold rush was long over and the town was too small to off jobs outside the railroad and tourism. But still, that is a lot of mental breakdowns. If put into print, I believe you'll find Stronghold an exciting read. I will tell you, for me it was like a spiritual special forces boot camp. But yes, sometimes I was frightened, but I always fell back on prayer and my faith. It of course helped having a courageous and knowing wife. In one of my biggest cases there, she helped me take down and identify half of the coven because of her knowledge of the dark side. Truie, she had walked it and was then saved by the Blood of the Lamb. Now she was helping an amazing number of perople over the years, with the Lord's direction. Shortly afterward, we were offered a better job in Seward, again hired over the phone and we left Skagway. Now I have done some research on this and I've found it seldom for a police officer to be hired over the phone, but in my case it occurred twice and those numbers are not heard of. So, I know the Lord was involved. As to why, and what I and my wife was able to accomplish, I must leave to the Father and his overall plans.
In Closing, one day I came upon 3 "professional women" who had set up their business north of town and right at the edge of where the mental asylum was. They'd been spooked from the night before by all the voices they had heard during the night. They had no problem relocated into Canada when I told them they had no city work permit to practice their trade here. I even got a smile from the head lady and they were gone within 10-minutes. Of course some of the local boys were vere unhappy with me, including some of the married ones I had wrote down their licenses numbers for in the event any arrests were needed of the ladies. I threw the license numbers away, but admittedly I was surprised at some of the men I saw visiting this place of business.
I walked through the asylum ground once more and for the first time, I had found old evidence of a fire. We had nothing in the police files concerning the destruction and what or if anything had been done to the staff or patients. It was a void for us.
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