This morning, it struck me as strange to see the word Salem in scripture, and to learn what Salem means, in context. The only Salem I know of, is the one that is Satan soaked, the witchy city known for all things unholy, ungodly, and wicked, in Massachusetts, USA. Some of the residents of Salem deny being Satan worshippers, but this is a peculiar assertion, considering their obvious commitment to the dark arts, and their infamous reputation as year round celebrants of all things witchy. The witch hunt of yesteryear, 1692-1693, makes me wonder... what exactly did the Puritans see in those accused of witchcraft? Surely, religious zealots can be murderous and malicious, without an ounce of discernment and minus credible reasoning in their accusations, and yet, there is evidence that a seed of evil took root, and grew in Salem Massachusetts, where witches freely, proudly, strut the streets, without an ounce of fear of repercussions, for engaging with hauntings, ghosts, and the glorifying of death.
I don't want to be clever, I want to be honest in this piece of writing. There can be no peace without righteousness. There can be no peace, without the Prince of Peace at the head, ruling and reigning over the mind, instructing the spirit, and directing a person's movements and activities. Jesus is the King of Righteousness, the King of Salem, which is, King of peace.
Can you see it too, dear one? Can you see how displaced society has become, how entrenched and engrossed in peace-less-ness? I see diseased thinking causing mind rot: I see gangrenous souls with integrity, truth, honesty, discernment, and wisdom, being the character parts nibbled away and replaced with maladaptive and frightful imaginings, and engagements with demonic spirits. Righteousness is not considered: delusions, mixed with self-aggrandizement, have witchy people thinking that they can command attention, and wield power, and it bothers them not a whit, to draw from the Devil, to give them a sense - albeit a false sense - of self-governance. They are bit actors in plays they have self-scripted, or are they?
Enmity with God is as ancient as Cain. Cain was the first recorded in The Bible murderer, and it is death, that draws the masses, that do not live to glorify God. Death culture is a glorifying of expiring ... being no more, having one's life snuffed out. My father used to say, Born to die: true, and yet, it is what you and I do with the one life we are given, that matters to God, the Author of life.
- You are not a reincarnation of yourself
- You cannot regress to a past life
- You will not die and come back, with karma dogging you or blessing you
- You cannot bless what is wicked in the eyes of God
- You did not pick your parents, your birth date, and most certainly, you will not pick your death date, even if you decide on suicide - God permits or denies on all fronts
- You can choose to worship Satan, and while you do so, you know that you are denying God as your Sovereign
- You can choose to trick yourself and try to trick others, but God cannot be tricked, or treated, for favours
- You may be talking to spirits, but know for sure, it isn't your long gone, or recently dearly departed, favourite auntie May, uncle George, cousin Vinnie, brother Joe, sister Louisa, best friend Annie, father John, or mother Mary... they dead, all of them, and cannot reach into the physical realm to touch you or talk to you. You are communicating with demons.
- Cardinals are birds, not harbingers from your dead loved ones
- Butter and dragon flies are pretty, but they are not, and never will be, messengers, embodied by your deceased husband, wife, sister, brother, grandmother
- You will not see your dead relatives in heaven, if they were not Christians before they died
- Praying to nature, the sun, the moon, the stars, the universe, humans that have died, will not bring you rewards
- You cannot know the future, or have it read to you from cards, or from your palms, or from chicken bones being dropped in a pile in front of you
- You cannot pray your dead relatives into heaven, or out of hell; it's too late
- You, dear one, cannot serve two masters, mixing and mingling what you like from the Word of God, with the waywardness of dastardly darkness

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