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in the roadway, whether she is in the path, whether she is in the woods, whether she is in the water, or
whether she is in the church; may she be cursed in living, may she be cursed in eating, may she be cursed in
drinking, in being hungry, in being thirsty, in fasting, in sleeping, in drowsing, in being awake, in walking,
in standing, in sitting, in lying, in working, in resting."
All this was spoken in Latin and some statements were so filthy it is not decent even to repeat them. Of
course, all of this comes straight from the pits of hell. The other more filthy parts, omitted here, were easily
mouthed by a Roman Catholic priest in his "holy" habit.
The curse continued: "May she be cursed in all the faculties of her body; may she be cursed inwardly and
outwardly; may she be cursed in the hairs of her head; may she be cursed in her brains; may she be cursed
in the crown of her head; in her temples, in her forehead; in her ears; in her eyebrows; in her cheeks; in her
jawbones; in her nostrils; in her teeth, both the biters and the grinders; in her lips; in her throat; in her
wrists; in her arms; in her hand; in her fingers; in her breasts; in her heart and all the interior parts down to
the very stomach; in the kidneys; in the groin; in the thighs; in the hips; in the knees; in the legs; in the feet;
and in her tonsils."
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"May she be cursed from the top of her head to the soles of her feet; let there be no soundness found in her;
may Christ, the Son of the living God, curse her with all of the might of His holy office (this hurt me more
than all the rest.)"
During all this tirade of cursing and denunciations, my poor father stood like a pale and tight-lipped statue.
He was completely bound by the traditions, darkness, superstition, illiteracy and illegitimacy of Roman
Catholicism. When the priest finished his horrible condemnation, I was shaking with fear and sobbing
hysterically. Remember, I was just a babe in Christ and still had to be delivered of the terrible fears instilled
by years of agony and pressure in the Roman Catholic system.
It was in 1946 when my father walked out the door with those two priests and I was left with a broken
heart. I was numb, in a state of emotional shock, but went with my patient to a revival meeting that night.
The message was on believers water baptism. This was all new to me, therefore I went to the pastor and
requested a list of all the scriptures on water baptism.
I wanted to know the truth for I had come out of such gross error and needed to be sure of what the Bible
taught. When we came home I went directly to the basement to search the scriptures and prayed that the
Lord open my understanding. Through the night I studied and prayed, and by morning I knew I must be
baptized in water as the scriptures taught.
The following night I went to church and was later baptized in the icy waters of the Mississippi River. As I
came up out of the water, many infirmities, sicknesses and pains were miraculously removed from my
body.
Later, at the church I learned about the baptism in the Holy Spirit. Again I requested and received a list of
scriptures on this teaching. I plunged into another session of study in the basement to learn what God's
word taught.
Seven priests showed up at the home to bluff, stare at and threaten me. I cried all day long after they left
until my face was swollen and eyes bloodshot. I was learning how strong and tenacious the old soul ties to
a demonic religious system could be. Keep in mind that I was caught in this religious snare from birth and
was soaked through and through with the power which energizes the wicked system.
I almost did not attend church that night, but went anyway. The sermon topic was the crucifixion of Christ
and this repulsed me. I wanted to wait outside in the car, but the lady with whom I stayed urged me to come
inside. To me, the cross was what I had learned to dread and hate.
Horrifying memories of the ghastly tortures, torment, abuse and suffering were associated with that rough,
bloodsoaked cross in convent torture chambers. How many times had I cringed and groaned after
flagellation with whips as Mother Superior forced the cruel metal crown of thorns on my scarred, bald
head. Then loaded with a rough-hewn, heavy, eight foot cross dropped on my frail, lacerated back, I had to
drag it, staggering across the room, until I collapsed. I was so weak I could never get very far.
There was another horror chamber two stories underground in the convent where several times I was forced
to lie on the dirt floor in the form of a cross, without moving, for three days and three nights without food
or water. During this time all the priests and nuns were there with Mother Superior and they repeatedly
walked back and forth across my body. This painful and humiliating trial was supposed to teach me
humility and submission and crush out pride. No wonder I shuddered and recoiled from hearing about the
cross.
However, as I listened to the Biblical message on the meaning of the cross, it took on a whole new aspect. I
was caught up in the awe as scriptures regarding it were expounded. By the time we got to the part where
the Roman soldier pierced His side, I wept with real understanding of the bloody sacrifice Jesus had made
for me. During the invitation I fell to my knees and asked for the baptism in the Holy Spirit.
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Although I had always been very conscious about my haggard looks and lack of hair, this night at the
church I did not care about my hair, dress or anything else. I ended up stretched out on that dirty floor
weeping for over an hour. Many, many ungodly things came out of me during that time of heart searching.
God dealt deeply with me as I laid my entire family on the altar, my brother, the ordained priest; my
parents, sisters and other brothers. I asked the Lord to save them at any cost.
Once again, upon arrival at home, I went down in the basement to spend the time alone with the Lord.
There I danced all night before the Lord. The next morning when the lady of the house came down to check
on me she asked if I was hungry but I had lost my natural appetite. Each time I tried to answer her I spoke
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