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In League with Satan

Sometimes I get emails from people who are very urgently trying to warn me that the work I’m doing comes from Satan, not God. They let me know that the spirit guides I *think* I’m speaking with are just demons or Satan in disguise. They quote a few Bible verses at me, they tell me to find Jesus, and they warn me that my soul is at stake. Some even make death threats because their God has told them to smite the psychics and mediums.

When I first got these emails, years ago, it distressed me. I wrote back to people to try to explain myself and why I felt I wasn’t going to Hell. It didn’t really matter. Most of the people used fake email addresses and didn’t want to get a response. Those that did, would just come back with longer Bible passages and more evidence that I was in league with Satan.

I realized they were the ones with the problem, not me.

So I started sending back joke answers. “No, I don’t work for Satan, he offers no health insurance and I hear he fires people all the time.” Most people weren’t amused by my clever rejoinders.

Recently a guy wrote to me and was very worried about my soul. I’m touched, honestly, that people want to make sure I’m going to Heaven. He told me the voices I think I’m hearing are really satanic demons who are tricking me. I wrote back to him and said, “So these demons that I’m communicating with, they want me to help suicidal people find a reason to live? They want to help find missing people? They want people to live these really happy lives, become encouraged, inspired, and motivated to do wonderful things on this planet? Because that’s what they’re doing.”

He was quiet for a while. But he wrote back a few days later and said, “Oh, I didn’t realize that’s what you did with your abilities. It does seem odd that Satan would want you to help so many people. I’ll have to think about that. Maybe he wants them to be happy now so he can hurt them more later.” Yeah, maybe it’s a big old setup. Never heard from that guy again.

Then a few days ago a woman emailed and told me she was cruising my site and was loving the articles because I talk a lot about compassion, helping others, oneness, love, and connection, and she really resonated with that. But she was distressed because she couldn’t see any articles where I mentioned that Jesus was my Lord and Savior. She wanted to make sure I knew that if I didn’t accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior that I was going to Hell.

So I wrote back to her and told her I appreciated her words and her sincere desire to help me. I let her know that God’s gift has allowed me to assist others, bring comfort, and help them be happier. She responded, “But you still haven’t mentioned Jesus.” I responded with, “So if I don’t expressly mention Jesus, then all this good work I’m doing to help others is going to land me in Hell? Do you think God is angry that I’m using this gift to save people’s lives? Should I stop?”

She said, “Unless you praise Jesus, you and your site are just satanic, and you will not be saved. You clearly worship Satan and all those articles you’ve written and all those people you’ve helped were really helped by Satan.”

So I sent her one last email that said, “Well how do I know you’re not Satan disguising yourself as a Christian in order to get me to stop doing God’s work?” I never heard back from her.

When you think about it, though, it makes a lot more sense that these folks who write to me are actually the demons working for Satan. They are trying to stop me from helping others. They’re trying to prevent me from bringing people out of dark places and into the light. And they have even threatened to kill me in the name of their Lord.

I don’t know about you, but I think that’s pretty dark stuff. I wonder what Jesus would think.

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