A warm wind blowing…

I have been through many freezing winters of the soul and heart. You know the ones. You can hardly breath for all the pain inside and you are tired from working so hard to numb your heart as you reel from what feels like a sucker punch to the soul. But breathe you do and stand up you do. And move on you do.

My heart hurts when I think of those who are being trafficked and those who are still trapped inside the cult/cabal/whatever you want to call it. I sometimes find myself crying when I think of them. But there is a warm wind blowing. It is the wind of rescue and freedom.

I keep seeing articles about women and children being rescued and I find myself both rejoicing and on the edge of tears. Why tears? Joy, for one. I am praising G-D Almighty for what He is doing. And tears of relief from knowing it is that many more women and children who will no longer have to suffer the degradation and horrors of being trafficked. It ain’t pretty, but it is, hopefully, behind them.

Don’t for one minute think trafficking is minor. Or that “it’s just sex.” Unwanted sex, especially for a child, is horrific. Rape for anyone of any age or gender is horrific. But it’s much worse than that, folks.

There is also torture…and death. And blood. Lots of blood. Imagine you are a small child and your hands and clothes are covered in blood. Horrified yet? Imagine you are holding the knife. Even worse, yes? Imagine an adult hand over yours plunging that knife into the child or baby or animal. We are only scratching the surface. There is more, but I will leave it at that for now.

These people are evil. They have sold their souls to hasatan…for what? Money? Power? Position? The life promised to them if they will eat and drink of their victims? Maybe all of those things?

People who have not been through it find it hard to imagine it. Oh, we are soooooo civilized! No one does those kinds of things today…or, at least, not in our nation. Ha! Oh, yes they do! And right under your noses! You have no idea how many are tied into this. There are whole towns mixed up in it. Lawyers, judges, law enforcement, civic leaders, religious leaders, “do good” groups.

But, there is a warm wind blowing. It is finally starting to come out. People in power and position, people in government and religion institutions, all the dirty people are being exposed for what they are–hasatan’s puppets and slaves.

That is the irony. They enslave. Do they even begin to understand how enslaved THEY are? Do they really think the “gifts” being offered come with an easy or low price? I think a lot of them do know from the earthly perspective. I don’t know if they know from the spiritual perspective just what they have done.

So, believe it or not, I pray for them. You see, as bad as the hell is they have inflicted on us, eternal hell is worse. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I want to see every single one of them rounded up and jailed or executed. Every. Single. One. But I also pray they will turn to Creator in humility and repentance and true horror and sorrow over what they have done. I pray they will be rescued from their own enslavement and depravity before they die.

I also know many of them were raised in this. It is generational in many cases. It was in mine. How can I be angry toward my parents when I know they, too, suffered? I am just thankful I have been set free from it. Although still wounded and broken in many ways, I am no longer experiencing that horror in actuality.

That warm wind helps the still frozen places of my heart to thaw. When I hear of them being set free, I gain a little more freedom. I find myself able to breathe more easily. It feels as if my spirit is in some way tied in to what is going on. The last couple years or so have been more difficult on a spiritual level and the last months/year especially so. I think I am somehow sensing the battle being fought in the spiritual and manifesting in the physical.

So I look and I watch. And I rejoice with every rescue I see. Sometimes, I get sucker punched. But I rise back up and I rejoice. I am free and, on some level, experiencing their new found freedom with them. I pray for their healing.

I feel that warm wind blowing…the wind of rescue and freedom…

…and it feels good.