INTER-SPIRIT

INTER-SPIRIT

The place I am going to tell you about, is not imaginary. This is the dark side which is not understood by most people and what can  happen when you probe the forbidden unknown. This is my testimony,  TRUE  experience you are about to read. It is in great caution that what you read here, could happen to anyone of you. 

In 1981, I had a severe allergic reaction to penicillin I was taking for the flu. My face was swollen so badly and deformed, I looked like a monster. The swollen welts on my arms were the size of baseballs. I was in bed resting when I had a near death life changing experience. Everything was all white, there was an exodus of people all in white, hundreds and hundreds, walking, about 5 abreast. I was taken out of that line, I was before an old man, all in white with a long whitebeard. He was sitting down holding a white scroll, a white long feathered pen sat near him. (My impression is he was some type  administrator.) He was not happy with me! He was reading from the scroll. I kept hearing three...three...three. When I was fully aware of my presence being in bed, the room was full of brightness – white light. I had such a wonderful, wonderful peace, such a great peace! I wanted to stay in this state of ecstasy with this light, but couldn’t. It faded! I had been sent back! THIS WAS NOT A DREAM!!!

After my recovery and a few years later, I really began to question what happened to me. What did all of this mean? Was this some sort of test of my faith? Was this a chance for repentance? What about the “threes”? Why was I sent back? I did not understand! Since my encounter, I have been searching for answers.

In the beginning of my searching process in 1981, I was naive in my thinking, and was misled by using numerology (numbers)which opened  a realm of spiritual harassment. I can tell you of the many interruptions of foul smells, of smoke. Smells of ; burning wood; cigar; sulfur; rubber; garbage; a sweet smell of apple pie – turning to being burnt. The telephone would ring, no one would be there. The doorbell would ring, no one would be there. Cloth being ripped apart. Noises in the night of chains and clanging trash covers. My spirit being kicked out of bed onto the floor. My spirit was elevated and floating near the ceiling; I could strongly feel these things, and smell them and hear them. I was sat upon by the dark black spirit and could feel its pressure on me and felt the ripples of spirit crawl upward on the bed covers. This dark black spirit was matte black in color and I was able to see it in the blackness my darkened room. I was being pushed by  this presence of power to roll over. In my most deepest of dark moments. I turned to see a white image like a square trash bag with jagged eyes and mouth laughing at me. I called out the name of Jesus – it vanishes. I try to sleep the rest of the night with the bedroom light on: so frightened out of my wits. The next day I discarded all of my research work into the trash. A warning well taken! My guardian angels have visited me several times trying to turn me away from this dark road. 

My guardian angels of whiteness have called me upward, not in a dream, but in spirit ,to climb steps up, to enter. As I turn to look before entering, I see blue sky behind me. As I step in and enter this place, a sliding door closes shut, behind me. It is all dark. I hear ringing like a telephone. My guardian angels tell me to “answer the call”. I ask, “where is it?” my guardian angels tell me “in the wall.” I move forward and lift up a door in the wall and look inside. In this darkness I see a purgatorial soul wrapped in red irons of chains, sitting, waiting. This soul can not look at me, for I see a side profile; then a closer look; I see, this soul in remorse of repentance. This soul is in imperfection of spirit, waiting for prayers of rescue for salvation. This soul can not call out, or ask for help. This is part of purgatorial torment. My guardian angels take me back to my body. I have been taken to this place in spirit, this action has been reserved for very few. Saints have been taken here and the realm of  Holy Apostolic people, of which I am not fit to walk in their footsteps. I am in reverence of being taken to this place. I can tell you the torments of purgatory are many, and horrible. The deepest places, the most severe of all torments, for I have experienced some of them myself. I will tell you about this dark road. I will not take you there; for no one; no one, ever; should go there. My confidence of inter-spirit is shaken, even as I write these words. This horror is so great and powerful, I will tell you only because it is true!

I will speak of the last visit.

My guardian angels have come to me in a blowing wind, for I see my spirit lying on my bed holding on from being blown off. I ask, “What have I done now?” My guardian angels were angry and said “You should have known better” and “You went too far the other way,”  and told me “When we want you we will call you. In the meantime prepare yourself for that day.” My guardian angels have a final warning, “If this happens again, we will be back.” My guardian angels leave, and do not return. This year was 1985. I interpret the blowing wind as the Holy Spirit which breathed upon me, giving me new life of spirit and direction to repent. I have not been harassed since then.

I write about these things not to be boastful. I write them in warning of their existence and dangerous disguises. THINK ABOUT THIS; Whatever is hidden, is dark. When you dig under the surface, it is dark. Above the surface is the light. The light is God. You may think probing the unknown is fun and a game , but you invoke the spirit world and this is not a game to them. You unleash a spirit and connect to it’s deceptive and manipulative power which can overtake your reasoning and lead you deeper into a realm which opens the door to the forbidden which is very, very dangerous. I began to have panic attacks that were very frightening and uncontrollable.

It took many years for them to disappear and with the guidance of my spiritual director Rev. Edward McLean, I was able to be released from this strong-hold of spiritual darkness. Because you are my friends, I tell you these things with great caution. Let no one deceive you, ever, even myself. Let no one give sweetness to your nose and sourness to your mouth. Only a fool will cross a street without looking, with their eyes closed. What I have written here is in learning, that you stop; look; and listen; with both eyes, both ears, and Jesus Christ in your heart as your guide. If someone comes to you without the cross of Jesus Christ embedded in their soul; turn away! Pray that you are not tested, like I; for this test is unimaginable in your mind. The evil power is powerful, and is like a poisonous snake that jumps out at you from a bush. The antichrist lurks in the shadow to take hold. He will snatch you like a kidnapper, from a street corner. Stay alert! I speak the truth; of Jesus Christ on my tongue, in my heart and in my soul. The one to come is Jesus of Nazareth, who carries the nail holes in His hands and feet, from being nailed to a cross. He carries the marks on His head from the Crown of Thorns, and who has cuts in His side.

On March 25, 1995 I gave my cross to someone in a compassionate moment in faith. I have prayed for clarification of all that has happened to me. I wanted to be sure I was not being deceived. I have since understood what I saw in the wall was a soul in purgatory to be cleansed and rescued. My sin is; that I have left this soul to suffer for ten years with no prayers – no escape. Ten extra years of torment because of me. I now pray for this soul eagerly many times every day. This soul may even be a reflection of my own self. I pray and pray for redemption of this soul.

I have been given great peace, through my action with my cross, I gave to another on March 25, 1995. The cross of Jesus Christ is freedom and peace. The cross of Jesus Christ is my salvation and has saved me from my darkness. For the greatest of all power is of Him, from Him. My guardian angels said, “When we want you we will call you. In the meantime prepare yourself for that day.” Was March 25th 1995 the day I was to be prepared for? Is this a prelude to what is to come?

Because you are my friends, I tell you these things with great care, that you may prepare yourself for your journey. If you are truly in the spirit of the light, you will understand what I have written here. If you are not; you will see these things as fabricated, imaginary dreams.

I testify in the name of Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior, what I have told you is of truth; in the name of Jesus Christ; AMEN!

Robert J, Varrick

Oct. 6, 1995

Rev. Dec. 2008

rjvarrick@gmail.com