A Harrowing
Brush With the Powers of Darkness
Based on an
Interview with Roger J Morneau, with
Supplementary
details added from his Autobiography.
(Preface,
condensation, minor grammatical/textual editing, and some explanations
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Complete Story & Autobiography Obtain the Book Under the Same Title
Abridged version by Bryan Bissell is available by pressing link.
Prefacing
Comments:
There sits today in rulership of this
fallen world order one who has grown ancient in evil, cunning in subtlety, and
cruel in deceit. He waged the first war of the universe in the distant planet
called heaven, and subsequently brought conflict to this little world we call
earth as it spins on the outer edges of the milky-way galaxy. He filled all
heaven with discord and the earth with death, and both with great sorrow. He
deceptively challenged every transparent purpose of the Creator, and even
coveted the throne of the Eternal, planning to either assume rule of the
universe or if not, then to plunge it into chaos and ruin.
This menacing figure who has hijacked
our planet well explains the presence of every conflict that disturbs our world
today, every pestilence that afflicts humanity, every sorrow and pain and death
that tortures the children of earth. Lucifer, the former covering cherub and
one-time honorable prime minister of the angelic intelligences in Heaven, has
become Satan, the great adversary of our smitten world. This powerful angel
heads a vast army of unseen intelligences, the hosts of darkness who oppose in
this world, every beneficent purpose of our Creator the Almighty God of the
universe. He especially hates the Holy One who in great condescension assumed
our human nature that He might by divine power destroy the works of Satan,
conquer evil and lift the terrible sentence of eternal death from our fallen
race.
To speak of a throne of evil
controlling this world system is no mere figure of speech, it is a grim
reality. And the occupant of that throne is no figment of anyone’s imagination.
Jesus Christ ascribes to him the title of "prince of this world." John 14: 30.
The famed Christian apostle Paul describes him as "the prince of the power of
the air, the spirit that now works in the children of disobedience." Eph. 2: 2.
Paul also warns us that “we do not wrestle against flesh and blood , but against
principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age,
against spiritual hosts of wickedness…” Eph 6:12 John the Revelator describes
this foe as "the great dragon," "that old serpent, called the devil, and Satan
who deceives the whole world." Rev. 12:9.
When the leader of revolt against the
Eternal Creator was expelled from heaven, expelled along with him were many
other angel intelligences who had yielded to his cunning sophistries and had
joined in his unworthy rebellion. This world is today their singular abode. This
is because that tremendous event, which rid heaven of the fallen hosts, was
followed by the tragic fall of our first parents under Satan’s lies. This
historic fall let loose legions of fallen angels to bend all of their efforts
and genius over many thousands of years in the work of spoiling, corrupting and
ruining the once noble human family, originally created to be the crown of God's
handiwork. A key element of the strategy to ruin humanity has been to lead man
to blight and degrade the fair earth that was intended to be our perfect and
eternal home.
The apostle Peter warns us “Be sober,
be vigilant: because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion,
seeking whom he may devour.” 1 Peter 5:8 Finally, the inspired revelator says "
Woe to the inhabitants of the earth and of the sea! For the devil is come down
unto you, having great wrath, because he knows that he has but a short time."
Rev. 12:12.
My Early Years
I was born in the year1925 in the province of New
Brunswick, Canada. My parents were devout French Roman Catholics. Two of my
aunts were nuns, and my father’s brother a priest and monseigneur of the
Catholic Church. Our family practiced many types of bodily humiliations in order
to gain favor before God. For instance, it was customary at certain times of the
year for the members of our family to hold an all-night vigil. Each of us took
turns kneeling for one hour before a statue and saying the rosary, or other
prayers.
One Sunday in winter, on our way home from church in
horse drawn sleighs, speaking above the sound of the bells I asked my mother
“Why was Jesus was so kind to people when He walked on earth, and became so mean
after He went to heaven?” She replied “What makes you ask that?” I then reasoned
“Why would a good God burn people in purgatory for hundreds of years over some
small offenses? He certainly doesn’t practice what He taught. You and dad
practice what you teach us. You teach us to forgive one another’s offenses.
Shouldn’t God also forgive completely?” I felt that God should be at least as
kind and compassionate toward human beings, as He expected them to be toward
each other.
At a later time, I was impressed with the evident
kindness and devout nature of a Protestant mechanic from Edmunston who worked on
my fathers Model A Ford. Unlike many Catholics I knew, he never used profanities
when he pinched his finger or skinned his knuckles. When my father along with us
children recited the Angelus at noon in his presence, he bowed his head, closed
his eyes, and folded his hands. We never closed our eyes, and rushed through the
Angelus as fast as possible. This troubled me greatly as I had already memorized
from the catechism “Hors de L’eglise Catholique Apostolique et Romaine il n’y a
point de Salut.” Translated this said “Outside of the Roman Catholic Church,
there is no salvation”.
In response to my sincere question as to “where do
the good Protestants go when they die,” my father suggested that Saint Peter
couldn’t personally welcome them at the gates, but they probably still got into
Heaven through the back door. However, when my uncle the priest visited a few
months later he made things clear to all of us when he said “according to the
church no Protestant whether good or bad, will go to heaven or will ever see
God.” This placed another big question mark in my mind about God’s goodness and
justice.
A couple of years later the matter of God’s justice
came up again. A neighbor died suddenly, a few miles from home, without the
priest having given him the sacrament of the church. Before too long we saw a
dilapidated horse-drawn wagon moving slowly down the road. A blanket covered the
body, and the driver’s face reflected despair. My mother commented, “If only he
could have had a priest to forgive his mortal sins so that he would not find
himself going into hell fire. Lets hope he had only venial sins on his soul.
That alone represents years of burning in the flames of purgatory”. My father
then said, “We’ll need to get some money together and have masses celebrated for
the peace of his soul, as I can’t see how his widow and the kids will be able to
do so.”
One of the neighbors spoke up “I feel like telling
you to save your money. I am inclined to think that his soul is now in hell
fire.” He then explained that he had seen a certain item in the man’s barn that
was stolen from my father. Father appeared shocked for a moment or two. And then
emphatically said that in God’s sight, anything that the dead man had ever taken
of his, was being given to him, and should be considered as gifts and not stolen
property. “In this way his soul is freed from any condemnation he may have
brought upon Himself in the sight of God”. The neighbor than said to my father,
“Right now I feel that you are being kinder than God is. In fact you may be the
first human being ever to force God to take a soul out of hell fire and place
him in purgatory till he is purified enough to enter heaven”. I had to agree
with the neighbor that my father was being more kind than God.
Another matter that greatly troubled me was that God
was most unkind and unjust in forcing souls to suffer in purgatory because the
relatives had no money to have masses celebrated. At the age of 12 when my
mother died my father was able to put up what in today’s money would be about
$3,000 to have 300 Gregorian masses celebrated on the same day in various
parishes, convents and monasteries. According to Pope Gregory they have a
redeeming power sufficient to take a soul directly to heaven, so that it would
not even see the flames of purgatory. I thought how fortunate it was that my
father could afford to help our mother get to heaven so nicely. Then I recalled
a woman who had died six months earlier in our parish. Because the family was
too poor to have any masses celebrated she would have to suffer many years in
the flames of purgatory. My father commented at the time, “It’s a sad, sad thing
to be poor in this day and age, especially when it comes to dying”.
As I thought on these things I couldn’t help feeling
that God was most unjust. Then in my early teenage years I attended a boarding
academy operated by the nuns of L’Hotel Dieu de St. Basil. I there received a
great deal more religious instruction, that served to only further harden my
heart, and as time went on I lost all confidence in both God and the Church, and
I was determined to have nothing more to do with either, as soon as I would be
old enough to be on my own. Step by step the teachings of Roman Catholicism had
turned me away from God in disgust, and hate. Finally I came to doubt His very
existence. Not many years later World War II came along, and with it a call to
serve my country. I joined the Canadian Merchant Navy where during the war I
worked - mostly as a fireman - in the engine rooms of the various ships I was
assigned to. A number of the men that I came to know personally, perished at
sea.
My Trip into the Supernatural Begins
When I came out of the Canadian Merchant Navy after
the war, I was looking into taking up a trade in Montreal, Canada and at that
time I ran across an old friend by the name of Roland. He had served on a
particular ship with me early in the war and said, “Hey, Morneau, you’re still
alive! How nice to meet you again, let’s have dinner tonight?” So I later went
to my boss and asked, “Can I have the evening off?” I did manage to get the
evening off, and I went out to have dinner with this former shipmate.
He told me, “Hey, I’ve got something fantastic to
tell you, I’m affiliated with some people who speak with the spirits of the
dead. How would you like to talk with the spirit of your dead mother?” And I was
shocked! He said, “You wouldn’t be afraid of talking to the spirit of your dead
mother, would you?” “Well”, I said, I’ll tell you what, I would have to give
that some thought, it’s something that I never thought about before in my life!”
Well, he said,
“It’s written all over your face, you’re afraid of going to a séance. But”, he
said, “I know you, you’re going to come.” And then he started telling me how
brave I was when I was aboard ship, you know and different things. He then said,
“You’re not the same man, you’ve changed; you’re chicken!” That’s all I needed
to hear, I said, “When do we go to the séance?”
Going To The Séance
So the next Saturday evening I went with Roland to
the place where he attended the séances for
the very first time. It was truly a first class setting. The medium was a lady
who owned a gorgeous new home in Montreal, and I’d say that there were about
twenty invited guests there. She communicated with the spirits on behalf of
different people who were there and in turn conveyed to them what the spirits
said.
During the séance one man made the request, “I’d like
to talk to my friend that died six months ago. But I don’t want him to appear, I
just want to speak to him, because”, he said, “I don’t trust your talking to my
friend for me.” So the medium said, “Let me inquire of the spirits; Yes, the
spirit will talk with you.” And immediately a deep masculine voice was heard in
the place, saying, “Hi, Frank, it’s nice of you to ask for me to talk with you.”
and they had a little chat and after it was over, Frank said, “This is the
greatest thing on earth, to be able to talk with the spirits of the dead!”
I also recall there was one lady present named Mary
who had been talking and talking almost continually before the séance started,
and she didn’t believe in the dead appearing. She said, “Well, I would have to
see my dead sister to believe it.” The medium commented, “We have a very special
surprise tonight for you people, a spirit will manifest itself openly here in a
few minutes.” And it was then like a big gust of wind hit the building and came
right through the wall, the lights weren’t terribly bright, (you know they were
like living room lights) and a translucent being seemed to come right out of the
wall. It’s almost like my heart stopped beating for a little bit, and I
experienced a very weird feeling! It appeared as a lady in a beautiful evening
gown, floor length and she said to Mary, “My dear sister, you are so wonderful
to have asked for me.” And Mary fainted and fell right off her chair on the
floor. A couple guys jumped up and picked her up and the spirit was gone. That
was the beginning of it. You know something that is interesting about the human
mind, is that you can adjust to almost anything! Things that would terrify you
to begin with, after a while become common and ordinary.
This in turn set the stage for me becoming involved
with a very secret and elite society that actually worshipped the spirits. As
things turned out when you are invited there by the direction of the high up
entities in the spirit world, you can never get out of the society alive. And
that’s exactly what my friend and I were to face. Let me explain.
Invited By The Spirits
There was a nationally famous and wealthy big band
(jazz) musician, who played a lot in Montreal and Vancouver the big cities, and
the night that we went to this séance, he was there with his wife. Now the
spirits had instructed him in advance what he was to do. The spirit told him
“There’s two young men that we are interested in”, he then gave him our names,
“and we’ll make it so that your wife will want to stay longer and talk to the
medium, it is then you are to say that you want to go home because you’re tired.
You are to say this when you see that these two men are getting ready to leave.
You are then leave with them at the same time and when you all get outdoors, you
are to ask them if they are driving, and they’ll say no, that they’re going to
take the tramway a couple blocks away. You are then to invite them to get into
your car with you, and explain that you’re inviting them to a high class
restaurant to treat them to some good food, and to talk about the merchant
navy.”
And that’s exactly what the guy did; and there we
were in this posh restaurant, he pulled his deluxe Lincoln into a little alley,
just enough room to pass a car, I can still see it like it was yesterday. The
restaurant was on St. Catherine’s Street West, which is the main street in
Montreal. It was quite an evening. On entering the restaurant, we found the
place packed, but there were a couple of tables against the wall with ‘reserved’
signs on them, and the owner of the place recognized the band leader and came
over and said “Good evening”, and led us to one of the reserved tables. We sat
down and ordered our favorite alcoholic beverages, and as we talked the
bandleader said, “How long have you fellows been involved with sorcery?” It
shocked us a little bit; and I said, “exactly what do you mean?”
“Well”, he said, “You know, what you people are
doing, talking to the supposed spirits of the dead”, he says, “This is silly.
You see, my wife, goes to the séances because she gets comfort and she gets a
good feeling out of it and she lives for what the spirits are going to say that
the future’s going to be like. To me, I can’t bother with that stuff. He then
said, “I want power, I go right to the source of power. How do you think I
became famous the way that I am?”
I said, “You must have had some good luck.” Well he
said, “There’s no such thing as ‘good luck’, there’s either some power working
for you somewhere, or you don’t get ahead in this world, not in my type of
occupation. You see for years it seemed I was a failure in organizing and
maintaining my own jazz band. But then I was fortunate enough to be introduced
to spirit worship. And by that great power I have obtained everything I had
always wanted. His face lit up with a big smile, from that day on, it was
instant success for me and my band. Recognition came to us overnight. Without
any effort on our part we were discovered and heralded as one of the great bands
in our filed. The news media got all excited about us, and we became the talk of
the town. In no time we reached the top.
George took another sip from his glass, a puff from
his cigarette, and continued. “We have been in constant demand ever since. Money
flows in. Our fees are the highest in the industry. People like to dance to our
music. In reality, the spirits take control of us - or in other words, possess
us, energize us – and in turn we pass the influence on to the people. They like
what they get and keep returning for more of the same.
Leaning back he chuckled a little and said I had an
interview on the radio (this was before TV became king) with six of the top
people in the radio world from Montreal and Toronto interviewing me. Everything
I said seemed to fascinate them. In fact, I was amazed at my instant responses.
Never had I been so witty in my life. And I enjoyed the attention they gave me.
It almost reached a state of worship. This success of mine is easy to figure out
once a person understands the mighty power of the spirits, and how to get that
power working for you.
Spirit Worship
At this point we begin talking about spirit worship,
and he said, “the ‘supposed spirits of the dead’ that you think you are talking
with are actually demon spirits, they’re fallen angels who impersonate the dead,
they’re beautiful beings” He said, “You guys got a great future ahead of you,
because we’ve been told, the high priest of our secret society has been
instructed that the master has very special plans for you both.” We were then
interested to hear more about it.
He told us, “We worship spirits, we worship Lucifer
and all his angels, and they’re just a beautiful as before they were cast out of
heaven. There was a misunderstanding in the whole thing in heaven, in the
galaxies, our master was misunderstood and God did not bear with him like He
does with people who make mistakes today. So we’re in the warfare, good against
evil and we happen to be the evil ones. But we’re not that bad.” He said, “I
look at this business between the forces of good and evil, one person believes
in God another believes in Lucifer, it’s like politics.” This famous musician
then said, “Listen guys, I’d like to have you meet some of our people. What
about next week on Wednesday evening? I’ll pick you up at your place and you’re
invited to one of our services. It’s going to be a testimonial to the spirits of
how they have blessed our lives.” When we left there I said to myself, “This
guy’s half drunk, I’m not going to hear from him again.”
First Meeting with “Elite” Spirit
Worshippers
But his word was indeed true, for when Wednesday
night rolled around, and he arrived outside with his big Lincoln. So we
obligingly stepped inside and were taken to one of the most beautiful areas of
Montreal, the place that we entered was a mansion. It was a most beautiful
place. This was really a big surprise for me, as I had already made up my mind
they were going to be rough looking characters. However, as we entered the place
I was amazed to see that they were all superbly dressed, well mannered and that
a lot of the people that we were being introduced to were the great and highly
successful people of the city. They included prominent professionals, doctors,
attorneys, and a lot of high placed business people.
As the high priest welcomed the arrivals he gradually
made his way to toward us. George made the introduction. “Reverend, I would like
you to meet a couple of fine gentlemen.” He then engaged us in discussion and
mentioned some details about our past that was known to no else but us. This
made quite an impression on us. Not only his word but also his very presence
reflected an air of mysterious secrecy. He had piercing eyes, a baldhead, and a
deep low voice, which he accompanied by an occasional chuckle as he talked. His
physical size was overwhelming. I would say that he was equal in size to the
late general Charles de Gaulle.
I recall that at a later time the high priest
informed us that some time back while he was in Chicago a spirit appeared to him
and said, “About Roger Morneau and his buddy Roland, George has invited them to
the service, and the one that’s in charge while you’re away is not cooperating.
He’s going to wreck all the groundwork that the spirits have done for the last
few years to get these two people into the society.” So the high priest
immediately picked up the phone and called Montreal to straighten things out.
He told me that the angel that appeared to him was so bright that he could not
look upon him. After he picked up the phone to dial, he couldn’t even dial the
phone number because of the fact that his vision was so terribly blurred by the
brightness of this angelic being, so he dialed 0 and the operator came on, and
she was asked to dial for him.
About 15 minutes after we had arrived they begin what
is called a “praise session to the gods”, which are the spirit counselors who
are in charge of legions of lesser spirits. The worshippers individually gave
testimonials about what the ‘lord of their lives’ had done for them. In this
they would refer to particular spirits as being “lord god” of their life, such
as the god Nehushtan, which you can read about in the Biblical book of 2nd
Kings.
These people spent about two hours telling of the
fantastic accomplishments and successes that they had attained through the
workings of the spirits. They spoke mostly about major business transactions in
which they had successfully used clairvoyance and mental telepathy to influence
the outcomes. This all resulted in great profits to them.
I recall a one lumber dealer who was bragging that he
had half a dozen business operations in different parts of Quebec, and
everything that he touched seemed to turn to money. Then there was a physician
who was explaining to us how he was now able to conduct surgical operations that
had never been done before. By the spirits power, as he would make his
incisions, miraculously the patients would experience neither pain and nor any
loss of blood. He was also given great hypnotic powers.
One investment counselor after raving about his many
successes was asked whether he ever worried about being cheated on his share of
the returns. He responded, “not at all. My familiar spirit looks out for me.
For instance, one couple tried to deprive me of my fair share of one profitable
industrial real estate transaction. They presented me with a check making up
quite a bundle, and I felt satisfied, until my familiar spirit told me to ask
them when they were going to give me the additional $1,700 that made up my
correct share of the profits. When I did ask, the wife fainted and the husband
was terrified. He quickly explained that they had no intentions to cheat me and
the money would be in my hands within 24 hours.”
The Worship Room of the “gods”
We attended these session on the upper level of the
mansion maybe half a dozen times; and it was then that the high priest told us
after the meeting was over that he wanted to talk to us, that is my friend and
I. So after most of the people had already left he said, “The master of my life
has revealed to me that it is time for you people to become acquainted with the
worship room of the gods.” Well, following him we then moved toward a striking
grand staircase. It was truly stunning. The banister was massive and the wrought
iron work that had been done was super. There were attractive decorations on the
wall, and a huge chandelier on the first landing. You would go down about 8 or
10 steps and then you had the first landing which was large and truly beautiful.
Upon entering the spacious sanctuary I was literally
struck with awe. An air of mystery and secrecy filled the place, giving the
impression that great intelligence had been at work to so fascinate the human
mind that it would respond in reverence and submission without asking questions.
The light arrangement was the nicest I’d ever seen in my life. The beauty of
certain things that were gold-plated, or gold trimmed was magnified by the
special lighting. There were various little altars, above which different
spirits had materialized. They were then photographed and roughly 30 by 48 inch
paintings made of these materialized spirit beings. I’d say that there were
about 75 of these striking oil paintings hanging on the walls of the place.
Underneath each there was a small altar to burn incense and there were other
paraphernalia that they would use in their prayer sessions and devotions to
certain spirits.
The High Priest explained that some of the objects
were made of solid gold. It was a unique experience to see all of this. There
was also a massive, polished white Carrara marble high alter weighing several
tons, above which hung the largest portrait in the room. The high priest
explained that the massive and finely cut solid marble altar was lifted and
placed into its position supernaturally by the power of the spirits, just as the
druids did at Stonehenge more than 28 centuries ago. The levitated blocks of
gray sandstone, some weighing as much as 46,000 pounds, were put into precise
position for the Druid places of worship.
When my friend asked him who was portrayed in this
largest painting above the great marble alter, the high priest readily replied
that “it is a materialized representation of the supreme master of us all”.
“What do you call him”, I asked. His face took on an expression of deep pride,
as he answered “God with us.” Today, as I recall that majestic painting, having
many times admired it, the individual portrayed had features that reflected a
superior intellect. He had a high forehead, highly perceptive and piercing eyes,
and a posture that gave one the impression of his being very intelligent and
powerful. He also appeared as person of action, possessing great dignity.
A big surprise to me later on was when they had a
song service in the worship room. What do you think they passed around?
Christian church hymnals, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I then said,
“What’s this business”? The priest answered, “Well now for those of you that are
new, let me tell you that this best way to please the spirits. For we do this to
deride Christ, His people, and His church and all that.” So they sang out of
Christian hymnals. They change a lot of the words to suit their purpose, and it
becomes a form of sacrilege or blasphemy. Interestingly, today we see in the
rock music world, singers wearing crosses and ladies with earrings that are
small crosses. This is a similar form of blasphemy, an intended derision or
mockery of Christ. Fallen spirits inspire the rock musicians to find pleasure in
wearing this kind of emblem. However, to Christians the cross represents a
sacred emblem of the great sufferings of Christ for the lost.
I felt that these people had power, and they surely
had a lot of it. However, I experienced a lot of mixed feelings about it all,
because to a certain extent things sounded and looked just too good. You see,
I’d been brought up with the wise counsel of my parents who had told us, (there
were eight children in the family) and especially the older ones, “Well you
know, if you get involved in wrong doing, you’re going to have to pay the price.
There’s always a cost for everything in this world.” So this thought kept
creeping into my mind, just how far do you go with these spirits before you
start paying the price?
And yet there was no way out, because that’s what we
had been told. At this time the priest had sworn us to secrecy concerning what
we had seen and heard. He stressed that we must maintain complete silence on the
outside to avoid the spirits great displeasure. We repeated part of the
incantation after him, and sealed the pact by depositing a pinch of powdered
incense slowly above the flame of a black candle. The high priest had said that
the master had special plans for our lives, and that no one ever went into this
highly secret and elite spirit worship society unless they were first invited by
the spirits. So this was all made very clear to us.
He also made very clear the danger of going against
the will of the spirits. He mentioned about this particular man and his wife who
had lived in a fireproof building in Montreal. They had displeased the spirits
and the place burned right down with them in it. What happened is that he had
decided that he wanted to think things over before being initiated. In other
words, he hesitated to get initiated at the time when the spirits made it clear
that he was to join the society. For this delay, they swiftly paid with their
lives. Another time the spirits spent an hour terrorizing an unfaithful member
in his home. They tossed everything in the house against the walls with great
force, even shattering large pieces of furniture. Hospitalized in a state of
shock after his neighbors found him in his home, the man almost lost his sanity.
The high priest in Montreal mentioned, that there are
thousands of elite spirit worshippers in different societies throughout the
world. He went on to explain, “We are the elite, we know the real truth about
the master and his angels, and they are not hideous looking beings, they are
gorgeous creatures.” And from the paintings that they had on the walls of that
worship room, they were all truly beautiful beings to behold.
I Start Gambling
It wasn’t too long that the priest mentioned to my
friend and I that the time had arrived for us to start trusting the spirits and
to give the spirits a chance to work for us. And there were a number of gifts
that you could choose from. I used to play the horses, but was not really
knowledgeable at all. I then said, “Hey, I’d like for a spirit to instruct me on
the numbers and the name of the horses that are going to win at Belmont, or some
other racetrack. I’d like to make myself a little money.”
The priest said, “It will be given you.” and sure
enough one night, whether I fell into a trance or dreamed the thing, I don’t
exactly know what happened, but I saw three races that were really going to pay
big. And these horses were dummies, i.e. they were not really good horses. One
horse paid twenty-one to one because he was that poor, right? I saw the board at
the bookie and the number. They said the race was going to be on the following
Saturday, it was then as I recall mid-week on a Wednesday. A few days later on
Saturday, I was at the track, and sure enough there the numbers I had seen were
posted on the boards. I went to the wicket and handed some money in, and got
myself a winner. Then I said, I’m crazy; I should put more money on the bet, so
I put twenty dollars on the next horse, and that paid 21-1. I left there with
maybe four to five hundred dollars in my hands. After the races, I went right
down to the finest men’s shop on St. Catherine’s street, and bought myself a
$200 Suit. In those days the average wage earner was bringing home $18 a week,
and the high-income earners maybe $75 a week.
Then I went to some other bookies and had the same
kind of success. A day finally came when I’m told by the man at the cage, where
you place your bets, “Hey my boss would like to talk to you, go right through
that door over there.” I knocked, the man said, “Come on in.” He was sitting
behind a large desk smoking a big cigar, and he said, “So you’re Roger.” I
responded, “Yes.” He got up and walked around me, and then said, “You don’t look
that smart.” I said, “What sir?” “You don’t look smart enough to pick horses
that are winners when they’re supposed to be losers. Where do you get your
help?” I said, “What do you mean help? I’m not getting any help. I just happen
to…” “Awe no, we’ve been watching you here for a number of weeks, and you
always leave here with some of our good money. Now I’ll tell you buddy, if you
want a list of all the bookies in Montreal, I’ll give you a list of them, but I
want you out of here, and don’t show up again because somebody’s going to put a
…you know what I mean.” “So I said, “Ok sir, I won’t be back again.” It’s a
tough business to be in, gambling.
Two Sides at War: Good and Evil
The high
priest spoke to us of a ‘Great Controversy’ going on between the forces of good
and evil, i.e. between Christ and Satan. At times he would instead use the name,
Lucifer. In fact he mentioned Lucifer a lot of times, but there were other times
when he used the name of Satan in referring to the master. However, in most
cases the high priest preferred to refer to this supernatural being as “the
master, or great master”. These people always praised Lucifer, for he is a
super-intelligent being who is beautiful to behold, and if he ever appears to
you, you won’t be able to look upon him because he’d be too bright, he’d just
ruin your vision. [Note: Lucifer was this angel’s name before he and his
angelic co-conspirators fell. This name was originally given by the Creator to
this powerful angel, and has the beautiful meaning of “light bearer – a son of
the morning”. Scripture identifies Lucifer as a former covering Cherub, meaning
he was the highest of the entire host of angels. Satan is the post-fall name
now ascribed to the same being; it simply means “adversary” or “enemy”.]
The high
priest affirmed that deception is like politics, you believe in one candidate,
the other person believes in the other candidate, and they’re fighting to get
the position, it’s just a matter of being the smarter of the two to win. With
Lucifer the fallen cherubim, well he’s very smart, he’s going to win. In fact
they talk about many things with regard to who’s going to win in this great
conflict.
They said, the
‘Bible people’ (referring to Christians) read in their Bible that we’re all
going to end up in the ‘lake of fire’ and this and that, but that’s baloney! The
conflict is going to end peacefully. Christ is going to realize that He might as
well abdicate the rights to this planet since He knows that it is lawfully
Lucifer’s anyway, and take His few people along with Him to His planet in the
center of the galaxies. We will then be left with a master who will resurrect
all his people that will be as numerous as the sands of the sea, and the master
will then rule forever and ever a happy people.” And he named some of the people
that are going to be there. I won’t mention any names, however they’re quite
well known in history. Indeed, these worshipers of Lucifer are sold to believing
that Christ will not return to this planet with power and great glory, instead
He’s going to simply abdicate all claims to planet earth. This explanation of
things made quite an impression on my mind.
They also
maintain that God will never destroy them, because they believe that it would be
against the Creator’s beneficent nature to destroy Lucifer and his angelic and
human followers by fire. Furthermore, he and his angels have mastered the secret
of how to remain unharmed by the powers of fire. He said, if you don’t believe
this, then just go to India or some other countries where they have firewalkers.
This ability is given by the power of his angels, wherein these spirits energize
the people so that they can walk on those hot coals without burning themselves.
He said, if God is going to use fire, then He can use it, but it’s not going to
burn him or his followers. That’s exactly the way they believe. This high priest
had it all figured out, that he was going to be one of the higher ups in the
great coming Luciferian kingdom.
[Ezekiel
describes Lucifer’s end in these prophetic words “I brought fire from your
midst; it devoured you to ashes upon the earth in the sight of all… All who knew
you are astonished at you. You have become a horror, and shall be no more
forever.” (Ezek. 28: 18 & 19) and Revelation 20:9 speaks of the wicked being
devoured by fire, with verse 10 stating, “The Devil who deceived them was cast
into the lake of fire.”]
I was only
about twenty years old at this time, and I had a sort of awe in the fact of
having been chosen by the Master to join this elite group. They actually
believed that they were telling the truth, and they really had things down
straight, but still I was not satisfied with the answers. At the time I was
thinking, when am I going to have to pay the price, the cost? As I said earlier,
my parents had brought me up to think this way. They had warned me, if you get
involved with evil, then you’re going to reap just what you sow. So if you want
to be upright in your life, but instead you associate with evildoers, then
they’ll probably land you in jail, or somewhere else that you wouldn’t want to
be. So there’s always a price to be paid. There was something, and I understand
now that it was the Spirit of God, saying, “Hold back fellow! Hold back.” And
the priest had by now talked about us thinking seriously of being initiated into
the society. By this time there was really no turning back. It’s not a matter of
whether you’re going to be initiated or not, it’s a question of when.
Typewriters That Typed By
Themselves!
Seeing my
hesitancy, the high priest said, “Look, I’m not going to pressure you into
anything, OK? But I want to show you what the spirits can do for a devoted
servant.” We then went downstairs, not through the impressive staircase that I
talked about that leads to the worship room of the gods, but down a stairs
located at the other end of the building. A number of times I had gone there to
the men’s room and I was mystified, as I always heard typewriters clicking like
the dickens, in an adjoining room. I thought to myself, they must have a lot of
people typing in that particular room. That evening when the high priest knocked
on the door, someone responded, “come on in”. There were all of these
typewriters rapidly typing all by themselves and typing at a speed that I’d
never seen before. And not only that, the high priest then said to us, “I want
to show you something clever, follow me.” So we went around the table, there
were two long tables, on which there were about ten typewriters operating, and
he said, “Now notice that the typewriter types to the right and then doesn’t go
back, it types back to the left. Isn’t that something?” I had never heard of or
seen anything like this before. He then said, “The spirits are doing all of the
work. They type backward to show off their extraordinary intelligence”
He then
introduced us to the man in this room, who it turned out was a prominent
criminal lawyer. The high priest then asked him, “How much money did you make
last year?” “Oh, he said, it’s up in the six figures.” All this person did was
to put paper in each machine and different briefs for court cases came out,
typed by the fallen spirits. He provided this service for the legal profession,
and he would sell these briefs at a very high price to other criminal lawyers in
both the United States and Canada. It was also explained to me that it was in
the master’s best strategic interests to keep certain criminals free from
incarceration.
‘Satan's Great General Counsel’
Now this
society owns a famous and very beautiful resort, which is in the Laurentian
Mountains north of Montreal, just above St Agate, Quebec. Well to do
Montrealers all go north to this resort and many have summer homes in the area.
Anyhow, this large resort is reserved at special times for their people. As a
closed society, on October 31, (Halloween) they conduct what they refer to as
“live animal sacrifices”. I don’t know all of the details this, for by the time
God had miraculously pulled me out of there, I had not yet found this out. So
there was this intrigue as to what is really goes on at that time. However, I
did attend three very unique services at his resort which will stay in my mind
forever. On one was entitled “Christian Idolatry”. The second one was called the
“Super Deception of a Glorious New Age” which I’d say applies to the ‘New Age’
today, and this all occurred way back in the year 1946! And the third one was
entitled “Satan’s Great General Counsel of the 1700s”. I must say the things
that I heard there at these sessions were real eye-openers.
First we’ll
look at the ‘Great General Counsel’: “At the beginning of the 1700s”, said the
high priest, “Lucifer and all his spirit counselors throughout the world held a
Great General Counsel with one purpose in mind, it was to prepare for the great
industrial age which was soon to break upon the world, and they also foresaw
another age that was to follow the industrial age, where tremendous scientific
discoveries would be made by people, and the world would enter into a unique age
that would change the way that everyone lives.
Lucifer also
understood that these changes would also usher in the end times and the close of
the ‘Great Controversy’ between the forces of good and evil. The priest said
that Lucifer had been studying the Bible and he found in Daniel 12:4 where we
are told about the time of the end, ‘Many shall run to and fro and knowledge
shall be increased.’ He understood it to be that they were getting to that
point, and he with all the spirit counselors, now needed to change their modes
of operation in order to better ensnare people and devise a way whereby people
would disqualify themselves from being members of Christ’s coming kingdom.
By the time
the Counsel came to a close they had settled upon three major policies that were
going to be followed. First, they were to see to it that humans would be made to
believe that Lucifer and his angels do not really exist. You see, up to that
time in Europe for instance you could easily find a soothsayer or a fortune
teller, and if you wanted to put a curse on someone you could go and see a
witch, that’s the way it was, but now this all needed to change. Lucifer said
that we have to make sure that people come to believe that he and his angels do
not really exist. (Note: a recent survey shows that over 75% of people today do
not believe in a real, tangible devil!)
The next step
in the three part strategic policy adopted at the Council, was to find a way to
be able to obtain total control of people’s minds, and this would be done by
taking hypnotism out of the realm of the occult and introducing it into the
field of medicine as a new “science”, for the supposed great benefit of mankind.
They strategized that by taking hypnotism out of the realm of the occult and
mainstreaming it as a science, they could regress people and flatter them to
actually believe that they were in an earlier life someone of renown, maybe
Alexander the Great or one of his generals, educators, or other historical
figures of influence that did great things. These supposed regressions of people
to so-called former lives would become a popular belief. Of course, after the
session is over the person wouldn’t know a thing about ancient history and the
particular person that she or he had just talked about, lets say three or four
thousand years ago. Now what this would do is to create in the minds of the
general public, an unwavering trust in this great deception. In other words,
people would believe that this person who was hypnotized actually regressed in
time to former lives and remember having done this or that.
Scientific Hypnotism?
They discussed
how hypnotism would prove to be a powerful tool to de-Christianize the Western
World through the avenue of mysticism. Later the time did come when Lucifer
decided that he had to choose a person to initiate this masterly deception.
Franz Mesmer, who was a prominent Austrian physician, was chosen because he was
considered the most capable. Mesmer originated a theory called ‘animal
magnetism’, later on called “Mesmerism”. According to the high priest, Mesmer
was led by the spirits to believe that certain persons have a magnetic influence
within themselves, so to speak, that would cause them to have great power over
other persons, even to the point of placing them into a trance. People readily
accepted this theory in general, at the time Mesmer lived. Now, by the time of
his death in 1815, a lot of the physicians in Europe were already using
hypnotism as a means of anesthesia. Hypnotism is a simply a form of “Mesmerism”
that has been developed to a higher degree of refinement.
The priest
went on to explain how this the plan of the master to deceive the human family,
is most intriguing to his mind, as it was used by the master to launch a truly
monumental deception that would literally capture the minds of millions. The
priest explained that a fellow by the name of Charles Darwin, and another by the
name of Thomas Henry Huxley, could be effectively used and controlled by the
spirits because in their childhood, medical doctors had hypnotized them. The
spirits concluded that they would be very good tools in their hands to lead
large numbers of people to fall for another major deception, thus fulfilling
their third policy. The third point in the plan of Lucifer and his spirit
counselors was to destroy the Bible, without burning it.
Evolution
It was all
very interesting to hear about this, as I was informed that after the great
General Counsel, it was decided that Lucifer would tutor Charles Darwin
personally. So in setting up the principles of his theories of evolution, Darwin
was tutored by Satan himself, the master fallen angel. And at that time it was
well understood, by this mastermind and his spirit counselors that if a person
were led to believe in the theory of evolution, it would in his mind and heart
destroy completely any confidence in the Biblical record of creation week, as
detailed in the book of Genesis. This would also effectively destroy all belief
in the fall of human kind, and in God’s plan of redemption. Thus in one master
stroke they could do away with all of the foundational historical realities
which point to the reality of man’s rebellion against his Maker and his
desperate need for salvation.
Now the high
priest made a unique statement, he said that according to the spirit
intelligences, anyone who teaches other persons the theory of evolution is
considered to be a minister of a great religious system. You see they actually
understood it to be a religious system, this theory of evolution. This is
because it was ingeniously devised by the master himself, as a system of
schooling people to disqualify themselves - by making a spiritual choice - to
reject the reality of the Creator and of Christ’s future eternal kingdom.
And the priest
explained to us that every teacher of this theory is recognized in the spirit
world, as a person of great value to the master’s kingdom, and such teachers
receive a very special unction from Lucifer himself who gives them great
capacity and power to induce spiritual blindness, to totally convince and
convert the mind. And that’s not all; the high priest said that the master
considers teachers of evolution to be so valuable to him that in the sight of
all the inhabitants of the galaxies, he assigns a special retinue of his bright
and beautiful angels to follow that educator throughout all the remainder of
his/her life. He would thus have the billions of unfallen inhabitants of the
galaxies to know that he is bestowing the greatest of honors upon his chosen
workers among humankind, until the great controversy between he and the Creator
is finished. Too say the least, this was all quite enlightening to hear.
Christian Idolatry
Now one of the things that really amazed me, shocked
me and made me sick at heart is when the high priest talked about Christian
Idolatry. He said that Christian idolatry is truly the greatest deception that
has ever been brought upon the human family. And he boasted, that fallen spirits
are continually defiling Christian churches through the avenue of necromancy, by
using a form of spirit worship that has swept into its net hundreds of millions
in Christians without their even being aware of it.
Necromancy is
defined as the practice of conjuring up the spirits of the dead, so that you can
communicate with someone who is dead. Now, the High Priest explained that this
actually a super deception that is brought about in only one way, through the
false belief that man has an immortal soul that lives on after death. And he
said that the practice of necromancy is really a form of idolatry, and that
there are unnumbered millions of professing Christians who actually believe in
and practice it, while they think that they are glorifying God. [The scriptures
are very clear “For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not
anything…” Ecclesiastes 9:5 and “His breath goes forth, he returns to the earth;
in that very day his thoughts perish”. Psalm 146:4
Contrary to
popular belief, just who is it then that they are they talking to when one seeks
to communicate with the dead? The high priest explained that the friendly fallen
spirits have always found over the centuries, great delight in their remarkable
skills to impersonate departed loved ones, and especially persons of great
renown.
There are
three main divisions in Lucifer’s spirit domain, and then there are further
divisions within those divisions. From what I can gather, in the broadest terms,
you first have the “friendly” fallen spirits that seem to have much finesse and
apparent refinement, and they’re not overly upset about what happened, i.e.
their having been cast out of heaven. Then you have the warrior spirits who find
their greatest pleasure in their efforts to bring misery and destruction into
the lives of people. Finally, you have the oppressors and the oppressors are the
most wicked of the fallen spirits in that they hold the greatest hatred for God,
the Creator and all his creatures. The warrior and oppressive spirits take
special delight in seeing the death of human beings, and greatly celebrate
during times of war. In fact, I do recall the High Priest mentioning that the
master was devoting a lot of his time and personal attention in trying to
disrupt progress toward peace at the newly formed United Nations.
So the priest
went on to explain that necromancy is in reality a belief, a religious belief.
People falsely believe that the dead have entered into some kind of higher plane
of existence then they had when they were alive, and thus the dead are in a
position and have the capacity to help the living who are still here on earth.
Then, he said, this is where things get really interesting. He said, according
to the great master’s explanation, a person does not have to call upon the so-
called spirits of the dead to receive help, to be involved in necromancy. All he
has to do is to believe that there really is no death, because, he said,
necromancy is the belief that fallen man has an immortal soul. [The Scriptures
are clear that “the King of Kings and Lord of Lords…alone has immortality,
dwelling in unapproachable light”. 1 Tim. 6:15 & 16] So anyone who believes in
inherent human immortality is involved in necromancy. It’s that simple, that’s
how he explained it to us.
Now the priest
also explained that when people believe in this business; they are actually
opening themselves to be completely deceived by the fallen spirits, because it
gives these spirits an opportunity to impersonate the dead, and for people to
believe their deceptions. This practice actually brings to the great master the
respect and the reverence due to his great name; and it makes all the other
spirits exceedingly pleased for they are the ones who have successfully led
people to believe that the dead are really living, and they rejoice together.
Indeed, there
are today many millions of people who believe that they are actually talking to
the dead saints, or the spirits of the dead, or a dead love one. Take for
instance, Loretta Lynn, who speaking on national television, told how she was
made highly successful in her singing career by a dear dead friend of hers, who
was the same age that she was. Her friend’s death occurred when they were both
eighteen years of age. And Loretta then told how she was trying to break into
the highly competitive singing world but she said, “I had no success at all;
until one night I was sitting in bed reading a book and who walks right through
the wall but my departed friend, the spirit of my friend! And she said,
‘Loretta, I’m going to make you a very famous person in singing country music;
and I will be with you all the time, trust me!’” After this experience she had a
big concert scheduled at a time when she was coming down with a bad cold. She
was certain that her singing voice was going to fail. So she immediately turned
to her “spirit-friend” and felt that she was going to be helped. As Loretta got
out on the stage and begin to sing, right where she really needed the vocal
power there was no power in her voice at all! It was then that her
“spirit-friend” tapped her on the shoulder and started to sing for her. She
said, “Her voice went right through me, the power!” As I recall it was 1976,
when this all took place.
Details on Demon Spirits
Impersonating the Dead
As I said, it
is the “friendly” spirits who specialize in impersonating the dead. I’ve seen
this done many times, but one time in particular fascinated me. The high priest
told us that there was a French historian, who was then affiliated with the
University of Montreal, which is the French university (the English speaking
university is McGill). This man was from Paris, and he wanted to have some
details regarding Napoleon Bonaparte and one of his generals. As stated earlier,
there are in many other parts of the world elite spirit worship societies like
the group that I was privy to in Montreal. The priest said as my friend and I
entered, you are both fortunate today, for you’re right in time to see something
very interesting. My friend from Paris is having his devotions in the worship
room of the gods, and he will be using a trance-medium to converse with certain
fallen spirits who will inform him regarding some ancient history, about
Napoleon.
And sure
enough, we went down there and someone came up to us and stated that he was now
ready for the session to begin. He then asked for five people to volunteer to be
a channel, after which three were actually selected by the spirits. After this
had occurred, the man shook his head a little bit, his eyes glazed over, and he
stayed like that for about a half hour as the spirits spoke through him. A
different voice speaking through him said, “I’m a spirit counselor; what would
you like to know?” The historian had his clipboard in hand and began to ask him
some detailed questions about Napoleon Bonaparte and one of his generals. There
was a certain question that was asked, and the spirit counselor responded with
these words, “I will have lord Reamy and lord Alphonse duplicate the dialogue
that then took place.” The two other channels then engaged in a discussion
giving the historian the very answers that he sought.
Another thing
most interesting was with regard to the former mayor of Montreal, Camilean Houde,
who at the outset of World War II was very controversial regarding the war
effort. He would publicly admonish the French-speaking boys not to go into the
armed services, because they would be going to shed their blood for the British,
and we’re thus acting as their servants so to speak. He didn’t want them to go
into the war. The higher authorities ended up putting him into prison, and he
was actually jailed for the duration of the war. Now this man said, “I would
like to have you tell me, “ he said to the spirit, “ to give me part of the
speech that was given by Camilean Houde on the steps of the Montreal City Hall”
and he then named a particular date. “There are different versions of what has
taken place and you, lord, would know the correct one.” (At this time Houde was
still alive.)
The spirit
counselor responded, “I’m sorry, but I can’t help you, all of my activities and
my agents were functioning in Europe. However, after our departure, other
spirits will come and they will help you.” And sure enough, the channel vibrates
a little bit, and then he was back. “How long was I channeling?” he asked. For
twenty minutes he was a channel. So then a different spirit entered into him,
and said that he was a spirit counselor who could give him the information about
Camilean Houde that he was looking for.
Again it was
given verbally, and amazingly it was the exact voice of Camilean. I was a
youngster in those days and just about ready to go into the army. We used to
listen to the radio a lot, and all of the speeches of Camilean were being aired
on the radio frequently. In those days they had no tape recorders, such as we
have today. So Camilean would have to go the Canadian Broadcasting studio where
they made a phonograph record, and then they played it over and over. So I knew
his voice really well. I said to George who was sitting there, “Isn’t it
incredible?” He said, “If you think that’s amazing, wait until the spirits
impersonate one of the departed people that you know personally, like an uncle
or a brother or sister or something like that. That’s a unique experience!” But
that is the way it was, they’re highly skilled in reproducing a voice just to
perfection. The spirits are exceedingly proud of this ability.
The New Age & Other Deceptions
The idea of
the “New Age” was a big development that was near, and it was alluded to as one
of the major deceptions being planned by the master for the last days of earth’s
history. The high priest had been speaking to us for quite a while about
different subjects, and then he said, “Could I have a bit more of your time, I
want to tell you something really fascinating. It’s the masters grand plan for
harvesting the multitudes of the earth into his cause, just before the close of
the great controversy between the forces of good and evil.” So after we had
expressed our interest to know more about this, he continued, “It’s going to be
done in an unique manner, this grand plan, people are going to eat this stuff!
The spirits will declare themselves to be the inhabitants of far distant planets
of the galaxies. They will claim that they have come to warn the inhabitants of
planet earth of the impending destruction of earth, unless certain things are
done to avoid it.”
Then he went
on to explain that among the master’s plans for the future, there will be people
who will claim to have out of body experiences. They will allege to have gone
into different places, and will come back and write all about it. They will
actually believe that their immortal spirit or soul can do this. Since millions
of earth already believe in the immortality of the soul, this new deception will
be readily accepted by the masses. The high priest also explained that what
actually will be happening in these so called “out of body experiences” is that
the spirits will move upon their imaginations creating highly vivid scenes which
will leave a deep impression upon their minds during unconsciousness. Once awake
and alert, such persons will fully and sincerely believe that their experience
has been for real. He then said that “many of these persons will become powerful
workers for the master, who never ceases to attract people to his cause.”
Many decades
later I listened to Shirley McLean as she described her out-of-body experience
in getting involved with the supposed inhabitants of far distant planets and
galaxies. I taped the whole thing, and it was three hours long. I was hearing
the very fulfillment of what this priest had told me was coming some 45 years
earlier! So, he went on to explain how the spirits will show themselves willing
to give valuable guidance that will not only help people avoid the destruction
of the planet, but it will also promise humanity a higher state of existence.
For instance, he said the spirits will promise that if their recommendations are
followed carefully they will usher in a glorious new age of peace and prosperity
and there’ll be no more wars, famines, and personal conflicts. Neighbor will
love neighbor, and social unrest will not take place any more. There’ll be
perfect happiness for a thousand years. That’s what the spirits are going to
promise humanity. Already today there are a lot of Christian preachers who are
speaking of a coming glorious new age of victory. They speak of victory over
war, social unrest, famines, and victory over all kinds of things. It would be
called a glorious New Age, the priest said. This is exactly what the new age
movement is all about today, whether it’s manifest in the popular churches or in
the world.
Another
deception that the High priest brought to our attention was the fact that
certain religious sects who have come to practice what is called “speaking in
unknown tongues”, do so under the influence of Lucifer’s angels. These spirits
he claimed, actually caused the people to speak profanities to the Creator, and
some of them were actually blaspheming His name without being aware of what they
were doing. [Book of Acts Chapter 2: 4-8 makes it very clear that the genuine
gift of “tongues”, is to miraculously receive and speak in a foreign language as
a means of communicating God’s truth.] In addition, he stated that all the
excitement that takes place at some of their “faith healing” services come from
the great master and his angels.
You need to
keep in mind that these spirit worshippers were convinced that they didn’t have
to worry about saying anything about the great master and his masterful
deceptions, because if anyone should begin to stray, the spirits would
immediately inform the high priest of this having happened. Additionally, these
spiritists also felt totally free to share even the most sensitive and secret
information within their worship society, because they knew that no one had ever
left this group behind, and actually lived to talk about it.
God’s Holy Day, or Holy Day of the
Fallen gods?
At that time
the high priest said something that I found to be both puzzling and disturbing.
He stated that in the future as times on this planet would grow more and more
difficult, and calamities of all kinds would strike the earth with greater
frequency, the fallen spirits are going to then impress religious leaders to
bring before the governments and masses of earth, the sacredness of Sunday. The
spirits will put all of their efforts into this.
Some present
who heard this, then asked him, “Well what’s going to happen to those people who
don’t believe in or accept the spirits recommendations?” The priest answered,
“That will be no problem at all. Laws will be passed by governments that will
force people to go along with it, regardless of whether they believe in it or
not. And the law enforcement officers will explain to the people, making it very
clear, that such a law is necessary to assure the well being of society. These
religious laws will be passed with no effort at all.
He went on to
explain the fact that to give honor and reverence to the ‘Venerable Day of the
Sun’ in ages past has been a great irritant to the Creator, as many nations and
peoples in earlier times have been involved in the worship of the sun. And he
said, “It is all going to take place again. But not in worshipping the sun
itself, but in remembering the Venerable Day of the Sun, Sunday to keep it
holy!” He then made a statement that I’ll never forget; he said, “ By the
observance of the day on which our master, Lucifer, has placed the unction of
his authority and power, the master is receiving homage, regardless of who
people may think they are worshipping.”
The High
priest also mentioned the fact that while Lucifer has chosen Sunday as his holy
day, the Creator has chosen the Seventh day of the week. It was Lucifer who
influenced calling his first day of the week, the sacred day of sun worship,
“Sunday”. And although people may well think that they are worshiping God, the
Creator, by observing that particular day, they are actually bringing their
homage and respect to the supreme master Lucifer.
This brings to
mind a dialogue that occurred when the high priest informed us that for
centuries friendly demon spirits have working diligently to establish and uphold
in the religious convictions of all people, the belief that man has an immortal
soul. He then went on to boast about how intelligent the great master was, in
that he had been able to deceive the whole world, even in an age of great
scientific knowledge and understanding. Then one person put up his hand, and the
high priest said, “Yes, do you want to say something?” He responded, “What
about the Adventists? You can’t count them deceived regarding the state of the
dead. And I have a question, why is it that they can’t be brought under the
great deception?” At that time the priest never spoke about “Seventh-day
Adventists” (a group that I had never heard of in my life) he referred strictly
to “Adventists”.
The priest
answered, “You’re right; I apologize, here I did make a mistake. When I said
that among all the billions of people living on the face of this planet,
everyone was honoring the great master, I forgot all about the Adventists. After
all, they are so few in number when you think of all the billions, I didn’t even
think to mention them, so I’m sorry.” Then he said, “Secondly, the reason why
they can’t be brought under the great deception? Let me explain this to you.
Now, my next statement is going to upset some of you, but what I’m telling you
is the honest truth, it’s factual and it’s reality. The fact that the Adventists
observe the Biblical Sabbath of creation and reverence the Creator on that day
makes it impossible for the spirits to deceive them. They are given very special
help and great spiritual insight. Under these conditions they are not ordinary
people.” And that stayed with me.
(In Mark 2:28
Christ affirms "Therefore the Son of man is Lord also of the Sabbath.” But
another authority speaks. Priest, Thomas Enright, CSSR, President of
Redemptorist College, Kansas City, Missouri stated - "The Bible says ‘Remember
the Sabbath day to keep it holy.’ The Catholic Church says, No. By my divine
power I abolish the Sabbath day and command you to keep holy the first day of
the week. And lo! The entire civilized world bows down in reverent obedience to
the command of the Holy Catholic Church.")
The Rescue Begins
The high priest had already talked to us about the
advantages of our getting initiated into the society on the coming 31st
of October. The same night he made this offer I came home, went to bed and
couldn’t get to sleep until about 3 AM. This sleeplessness occurred because my
mind was filled with thoughts about all of this experience with the supernatural
that I’d been exposed to for so many months, plus thoughts of my Catholic
upbringing, and then the questions that I still had about God. However, now I
knew for sure that there was a God, the spiritists made me well aware of that! I
was in a state of terrible unrest, and I had great difficulty sleeping. Without
even any forethought, somehow I was able to say as I was lying on my bed, “If
there is a God up there who cares for me, help me!” That’s all I said, and the
next thing I knew the alarm clock rang, it was 6:30 AM, time for me to get up
and go to work.
At that time I had recently changed my employment. I
had taken a course in embroidery from a manufacturer of ladies dresses in
Montreal, and was now working with an embroidery company that made piping,
sequins, and fancy designs for ladies dresses. It was a Jewish owned firm, and
there were two bosses, one was a Sabbath keeper and the other by the name of
Harry wasn’t. As I was leaving my workstation to go out and have a cigarette
during my afternoon break, Harry said, “Roger when you come back in, come to my
office, I want to talk to you.”
When I came back in and he said, “close the door”. I
closed the door. He said, “I want you to do me a favor.” “Oh? What do you mean?”
“Well, I’ll tell you what, did you notice a few days ago there was a fellow here
that I showed around the shop? Well he’s going to start working here this coming
Monday, and he’s not just an ordinary guy, he’s a Christian, but he keeps the
Bible Sabbath!” I said, “Go over that again?” He said, “Yes, just like the
Jewish people, he keeps the seventh-day Sabbath. Saturday is the seventh day of
the week.” “Well,” I said, “Let me tell you sir, the nuns have told us that
there has been a mistake made in the calendar, actually what it shows is that
Sunday is the seventh day of the week.” “Oh, no,” he said, “there was no mistake
made in the calendar, Saturday is the seventh day of the week as you see it on
your calendar, it never was changed. Sunday is the first day of the week.” I
said, “That’s interesting, I’m going to have to go to the library and check this
out.” “Oh, you don’t have to,” he said, and he pulled his desk drawer open and
pulled out his big dictionary. He then looked up Saturday, and he read out “the
seventh day of the week”. He then looked up Sunday, and the dictionary said “the
first day of the week”. “Well,” I said, “That’s pretty interesting.”
“Now here’s what I’d like you to do for me, first of
all, I’m going to have this man work next to you. Now don’t tell him that I want
to know what church he belongs to! You be very tactful, you have all the time in
the world, even if it takes you a month. I’ll tell you what,” he said, “It’s the
craziest thing that I’ve been thinking about this guy and I can’t get him out of
my mind. About the fact he’s a Christian and yet keeps the Seventh-day Sabbath!
The Bible Sabbath of all things. And you know that I’ve got more important
things to think about than stuff like that...” I then said, “Well why don’t you
just ask him then?” He responded, “No, I couldn’t do that! It’s too personal.”
So Monday morning arrived, and the new fellow came in
and the boss introduced him to all of the workers numbering about fifty people.
He said to us, “Cyril is an accomplished embroiderer, we’ll be very happy to
have him here with us.” Then he walked with him to his machine and said, “Roger,
meet Cyril.” And I shook his hand and we begin to work.
The Contrary Sewing Machine Leads
to A New Relationship
It was not more than maybe twenty minutes that I was
working, when my machine started to skip its stitches, so you then have to stop
and back up. I was working on sequins, they’re on a spool and they come up, then
the needles put them in there. And when it skips, you’ve got to stop, back up,
and start over again where it left off. It wasn’t too long that I had done these
two or three times; and I was getting increasingly upset. French speaking
persons, usually don’t go easy on the saints and God’s name. By then I was using
some pretty foul language that Cyril felt very uncomfortable hearing.
Anyway, I called the boss over, and said, “Come and
look at this machine, I’m having trouble with it.” He checked it out and worked
on it for five minutes, it was OK, everything worked beautiful! I then sat down
again and begin to work, and the same problems begin to happen all over again.
And after we tried it two or three times, the boss said, “Joe, come over.” He’s
an old timer who knows just about everything there is to know in the shop. So he
looked at the tensions, adjusted things and said, “It’s working just beautiful.”
Well, I begin to work again and within twenty minutes
was having the same problem! By then it was time to go out for a coffee break.
So as I started to walk out, I told Cyril, “Have you ever seen such a crazy
thing as this, the trouble I’m having with this machine?” “No”, he said. I
responded, “It’s a new machine just a month old”. He then said, “That’s very
unusual.” So as we were going down the stairs I said to him, “Do you have any
ideas on how to fix this problem?” “No, not really, but I do have a suggestion
that might help.” He said, “I heard you calling upon God, but not in the way
that I would have liked to hear you talk. Go easy on God”, he said. This didn’t
offend me and I answered, “Thank-you. I’m sorry if I offended you with my
language.”
I
then commented, “By the way, you’re quite a religious man I understand?” “Yah”,
he said, “I read the Bible and I do go to church.” I said, “That’s great! What
denomination do you belong to?” “Well, I’m a Seventh-day Adventist”. “Excuse me?
Repeat that again?” “I’m a Seventh-day Adventist” The word ‘Adventist’ really
shocked me, as I had heard so much about the Adventists. But, Seventh-day
Adventists was new to my ears. I then said, “What does it signify?” He said,
“Well, we’re Seventh-day observers, as we believe in the Biblical Sabbath. The
Scriptures make it very clear that God has placed a special blessing upon this
particular day of the week, and has sanctified it. That means He has made into
sacred time, and we should consider our blessings on the Seventh-day and give to
the Creator the honor that is due to His holy name.” “Is there any difference
between your church, and what some people refer to as the ‘Adventists?” “Oh,
no,” he said, “some people, in fact most people just talk about the Adventists.”
It was then I said to myself, “Man what a unique thing to have happened to me,
that I should meet one of these guys!” Boy was I interested! I wanted to know
what his Bible said.
So we talked about a number of things in which he
shared many Biblical texts and promises. After lunch, I told him that I wanted
to see him at the three o’clock break “as I have another question for you.” So
when the three o’clock coffee break came along, many things were passing through
my mind. You see, I knew very well that if I were to now get involved with a
Christian religion, the spirits would seek to destroy me. We’d all been assured
of that fact, that there is no way you can deviate from the will of the spirits,
otherwise you’re history.
In these few discussions during our breaks, it was
the first time in my life that I discerned that there is a God of love. At the
same time I also became aware that I was lost man. As I see it now, I
experienced to some degree what those who will find themselves outside the walls
of the New Jerusalem will feel, as in utter despair they realize that its too
late. Realizing that I was spiritually lost, I began to perspire profusely.
Opening my shirt collar, I rolled up my sleeves, but it didn’t help any. Going
to the men’s room I locked the door and, in the anguish of my soul, seized the
toilet tank cover to steady myself, since I became quite faint. Perspiration
flowed down my face, with heavy drops hitting the water in the bowl regularly.
It’s too late, my mind kept screaming. Too late! My hatred of God had now
vanished, and my godless life loomed before me.
Demon spirits now oppressed me with a sense of
discouragement such as I had never before suffered, and have not since. I felt
their presence physically to the extent that breathing became difficult, as
though depriving me of oxygen. In my helplessness I silently gasped, “May God
have pity upon me”. I had not meant it to be a prayer, but to my amazement, the
suffocating condition left me immediately, and also the sense of discouragement.
As I returned to my workstation the thought entered my mind that perhaps the
Life-giver had heard my cry and drove the evil spirits away. If so, why did He
do it? I had hated God, and had blasphemed Him. How could He forgive me? Yet no
one but the God of heaven could have delivered me in the way I had just
experienced.
After a while I began to feel great indignation over
the fact that these demonic intelligences had mislead the human race. Then and
there I determined that I had had it with them. After work I told Cyril that I
would like to walk with him to the streetcar and talk some more. As our
discussion ended I asked, “Cyril, would you show me out of the Bible the things
that you’ve told me about today, if I were to go to your house?” He answered,
“Sure, I’d be glad to, when, next week sometime?” “No, no, not next week;
tonight?” He said, “What’s the big hurry?” I said, “I can’t tell you why, but it
has to be tonight, or never!” He said, “Are you serious?” I said, “Yes!” “And
you can’t tell me why it has to be tonight? I’ll tell you the reason that I’d
prefer another night is because someone’s coming over to look over my large
collection of music records that I want to sell.” In a disappointed voice I
answered, “Well, forget about it then”. He then said, “Man, you really mean what
you say? You want to see these things in the Bible?” I then said, “Sure.” “Well
OK then, come on over to my place at seven o’clock.” He then gave me his street
address.
Twenty-Eight Bible Studies in One Week!
That evening, at seven o’clock sharp, I rang Cyril’s
doorbell. Upon entering their home, we chatted some. Upon meeting his wife
Cynthia, Cyril stated to me, “Now I’ve got to explain things a little bit. I’m
not yet a baptized member of the Seventh-day Adventist Church. I’m still
studying the church’s doctrines with the minister. However, Cynthia is a
Seventh-day Adventist Christian. And I’ve come to think that I’m soon going to
be baptized, and also become a Seventh-day Adventist. My wife is the one that
really knows the Bible. I think that she has the right study for us tonight, and
it should take about an hour. Can you spare that much time?” “Oh”, I said, “The
evening is yours.”
Well she had with her a set of Bible studies entitled
“28 Bible Studies for Busy People”. She pulled one out and there were many
different subjects. The first study was on the authority of the Word of God. She
said, “I’ll read aloud the question and then you can find the answer in the
Bible, would you like that?” I said, “Beautiful, let’s go!” Cyril was sitting
next to me with his Bible, because I had never opened a Bible before in my life,
never! And that’s where it all started, with the Word of God. After this first
Bible study was over he said, “Well, did you find it interesting?” I said, “Most
interesting, very interesting”, and then I said, “what’s the next study coming
up?”
“Oh, that’s on Daniel chapter 2, the prophecy of
Daniel which explains coming world events, and in which he predicts the great
world empires that were yet to come into existence in the future.” I said,
“Really! That’s very interesting, how long would that one take?” “Well”, Cynthia
said, “it would take us about an hour. You have between twenty to twenty five
questions to look up.” So I said, “Let’s have it now!” “Oh no” she said, “when
could you come back?” I then responded, “Why come back?” She looked very
surprised and she looked at her husband and then he looked at me. So I said,
“Hey, you guys do like the Bible or are you getting tired?” “No, no we like to
study the Bible,” they said. “Then let’s have another Bible study, it’s only 8
o’clock.”
At that time I was a chain smoker, and when I had
accomplished something worthwhile, I used to reward myself with a cigar. Though
I didn’t realize it then, the smoke was really bothering them, but they didn’t
let me know. This shows the power of God’s love operating in the lives of those
who are seeking to bless the lives of others. It turned out that they had prayed
about this. Cyril had already told his wife, “this man is coming for Bible
studies at seven o’clock tonight and he smokes, in fact he’s a smoke fiend, what
are we going to do? Should we tell him not to smoke in our home? If we do that,
I’m afraid he’s not going to stay for the study.” He was right, for if they had
asked me to not smoke, I’d have said, “I’m sorry, but you’re not my kind of
people, you’re too reserved for me.” To this day I still thank God that His
Holy Spirit led at that crucial time, inspiring Cynthia to say to her husband,
“Wouldn’t you be willing to die, to save a soul for Christ?” and he answered,
“Yes.” “Well it’s not going to kill us, even if we inhale all the smoke that he
puts out, right?” Finally, at quarter to seven he asked her again, “What are we
going to do about the smoking, shall we tell him not to smoke?” She responded,
“Let’s put up with it.”
When it came to 9 PM, we had finished the study on
Daniel 2. I then said, “What is the next Bible study?” Cynthia said, “Well, can
you come on the weekend?” I answered, “Yah, I can come on the weekend. What is
the title?” She then gave me the title; “Man,” I said, “It sounds really
interesting! It’s only nine o’clock, let’s have it now.” Again Cyril looks at
her with a very surprised look on his face, as Cynthia looks back at him. I then
said, “What’s going on between the two of you? It’s like you have a conspiracy
going on that we’re not going to study the Bible more than an hour or two? ”
Then she said, “Let me be honest with you, our church minister, pastor Taylor
has been giving us instruction on how to give Bible studies, because we wanted
to be able to share the truths of God’s Word when people ask us the reason for
the hope that is in us, and he’s told us clearly that we should have only one
Bible study per week. However, if someone is exceedingly interested, then we
could have a second study in the middle of the week, but never more than that.
We’ve already passed our weekly quota.” Later on they told me that they sensed
in me a great urgency, that there was something very curious about me. As
Cynthia went into the kitchen to get me a glass of water, she said to Cyril,
“What do you think?” and Cyril answered, “There’s something very unusual about
this man, he wants to study the Bible, so let’s study the Bible! But let’s not
say a word to Elder Taylor about this.” You see the minister had advised them
that if you give too much too soon, you’ll give people spiritual indigestion,
and they’ll never want to open the Bible again.
Well we completed that third Bible study, and now
it’s 10 PM. I then said, “What’s the next title?” she then told me about it. I
said, “My, that’s a beautiful Bible study, let’s have it.” Cyril responded,
“Really Roger, we’ve studied too much tonight, we’re never going to be able to
remember all these things.” “Oh”, I said, “you’d be surprised! I’ve got a mind
like a sponge for the things that I like.” He said, “You’re enjoying yourself!”
I said, “I never heard anything so nice in my life. Let’s have another study,
what time do you people turn in? I don’t want to infringe on your regular habits
of rest.” “Well”, he said, “We usually go to bed at eleven o’clock.”
“Beautiful,” I said, “Go on Cynthia.” Cyril then said, “Go on Cynthia”, and we
had another Bible study.
When these four Bible studies were over, I said to myself if I am still alive, I
want to be here tomorrow night. I felt sure that I was now going to be killed;
I’d probably be destroyed in some kind of accident. You see, I’d heard of so
many cases. So I just knew, this is how I felt, that I wasn’t going to be alive
tomorrow night. But if for some reason, I’m actually still alive, I want to be
back here and study the Bible with these people. So I then said to them, “What
are you people doing tomorrow night?” “Not too much.” “What about seven o’clock,
another Bible study?” She looks at him and he looks at her, and he said, “Hey,
we won’t tell Elder Taylor, we won’t tell him a word about it. We’ll be here at
seven o’clock waiting for you. ” The next night I was there, four more Bible
studies and a lot more smoke.
Hope Arises - Maybe I Can Break
Free!
The Holy Spirit was inspiring me, ministering to me
the graces of redemption and to be able to put it into words, it’s a mystery to
understand, but somehow the Holy Spirit recreates you as He ministers to you. He
cleans out your mind and gives you understanding, and you begin to see things in
a totally different light than you never thought about before. Life becomes a
meaningful thing all of a sudden. And now you’d be willing to die for these
precious things, for the things that you’ve learned. That’s what I said to
myself after the second night of Bible studies, as I was on my way home. It took
about an hour on the streetcar to get to my place, and I arrived home at
midnight. I said to myself, “Well if they do me in tonight, at least I now have
the beautiful experience of having learned these great, wonderful things about
God.”
So when Wednesday night came and I was still alive,
it was then that I first felt some hope. I can’t recall exactly what verse of
Scripture it was, but it said “He came unto his own and his own received him
not; but as many as received him to them gave he power to become the sons of
God.” Cynthia explained to me what this meant. I knew of course that I was going
to be worked over by the spirits, either through one of their agents, or by
accident or something, you see. That’s how I felt inside. I said to myself,
“This is very unusual that nothing has happened to me yet.” And I’m going home
late Wednesday night, with another appointment for Thursday at seven o’clock.
You see this was the very night, when I had been at the Bible study, instead of
being present at the regular spirit praise service where I was supposed to make
my full lifelong commitment to the “great master”.
As I was on my way home that night, I was thinking to
myself, well this will surely be the end of me. Its Wednesday night and they’re
having their praise session to the gods and that will be it, but I was amazed,
nothing happened! Come Thursday morning and I was still alive. And I went back
that night for another four Bible studies, and by then I realized that the
Creator was taking special care of things. You see, these spiritists never give
God glory, however they do always refer to “higher powers”. They pride
themselves on the fact that they respect authority. Therefore, they do recognize
the Creator for who He is. But of course they’re convinced that their master,
fallen Lucifer is just as smart as God, and he’s got it all worked out so that
he’s going to have a kingdom to himself for eternity, and so you have no need to
worry about anything.
By now I
realized that God’s power was intervening in my life. Suddenly I became brave,
and the Spirit of God gave me strength. You see I’d asked God to gave me the
strength to be able to die for the things I had just learned. That’s how it
happened, and I went on to get eight more Bible studies on Friday and on
Saturday nights, during which time I had kept my first Sabbath. In fact as thing
turned out, I took all 28 Bible studies in a period of just one week, seven days
straight, four hours per evening. Now they’d never planned on anything like
this.
On Friday
evening before I left, Cyril said, “Did you enjoy the Bible studies?” I said,
“Oh, yes! Very, very much! Tomorrow, you people are going to church? ” He said,
“Yes, would you like to come with us?” I said, “Yah!” For I already had the
Bible study on the Sabbath. And I then commented, “Sure, if I’m still alive.” He
said, “What do you mean, if you’re still alive?” Well I said, “You know, you
say, if I’m still alive I’ll be here, I’ll do this or that.” But I knew what I
meant, if I’m still alive. They then said, “Would you join us here and we’ll
walk to church, it’s not too far, it’s only a few blocks and it’s going to be a
nice day tomorrow.” I said, “Yes, sure, I’ll meet you here.” The next morning we
walked to church and we were welcomed at the door. I immediately noticed a rack
of brochures on the wall, so I walked over to look at some of them and put a
couple into my pocket. And we were now in Sabbath School, and I thought to
myself this is just great.
A Smoking Victory!
Late Sabbath
afternoon, Pastor Taylor talked with us for quite a while. Time flew and it got
to be about quarter to seven in the
evening. By then I was getting very distressed, because I got a tremendous urge
to smoke about an hour before. As the pastor continued explaining what I had
asked him to explain, it was difficult for me to concentrate. As he left I told
Cyril, “I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta have a cigarette, I just can’t stand it any
more!”
On my way home in the streetcar I said to myself,
this is going to be, excuse the expression, Hell on earth, to give up smoking!
Then I said, “No, it’s not going to be, because I’m going to have help!” I got
to my apartment and I opened the clothes closet and there I had stored two
cartons of cigarettes on the shelf, and I then opened up all the packs and threw
the cigarettes in the toilet and flushed them down the drain. Then I knelt by
the little table I had there with my Bible on it, and I begin to read about the
crucifixion of Christ, which I have since been reading for forty-five years now,
every morning Matthew 27:22-54, every day God willing I always read it. I don’t
always put the light on, because I came know it by heart.
Then and there I placed my trust and my life in the
care of the Lord of glory who had shed His precious blood on Calvary to acquire
legal right to be able to redeem me from where I was and where I was going. So
that was the end of my smoking. Miraculously, I never had a desire to smoke
again! I told Him to take the desire away, to recreate me. For I fully realized
that if He is the Creator, then He can recreate.
The Spirits Fight Back!
I didn’t have to wait too long for the demons to try
to prevent my full commitment to God. Throughout the week the Spirit of God held
back the demonic spirits so that they could not have access to me. I realized
that from Wednesday night on. Unknown to me a spirit counselor had
appeared to the high priest that very night and said, “You have a defector, that
guy named Morneau. You have to get rid of him, because he’s out there studying
the Bible with the very people that the master hates most on the face of the
earth.” And the high priest nearly had a heart attack, (“Because I kind of liked
him,” is what he told my friend Roland). Anyhow, as I
came home at midnight on Saturday night, there was a note on my door from
Roland. The message said, “It is urgent that I talk to you tonight! I don’t care
if you call me in the middle of the night. I’ve got to talk to you, we’re facing
a terrible disaster!”
So, I thought to myself, well Roland must have gotten
some real static. Sure enough! First of all though I wanted to review something
that we had studied that night. I had a book, given to me by Cynthia and Cyril,
and as I opened it to read, there was a book-marker, a sheet of paper cut in
half that I’d placed on the table, and it begin to levitate and move about the
room. It didn’t bother me, for I knew what was going on. Then the sheet of paper
came and hung about a foot above my book, and then it was slapped down onto the
book, and it fell onto my lap and almost to the floor. I picked it up. I felt
like telling the spirits to buzz off! But I had understood that I would not
again speak with spirits, I’d made up my mind on that. So I picked up the book
again and begin to read again, and then a spirit picked up the book and threw it
across the room against the wall with tremendous force. So then I decided, well
I’d better go and phone my buddy.
Although there was a public phone in the hallway, I
didn’t want to use it. So I went to a diner down the block and called him. “How
are things, Roland?” He answered, “Man, don’t you care for my life, Morneau?
What kind of a friend are you? I’ve been suffering since Wednesday trying to get
hold of you. I’ve been waiting at your door. What time do you come home?” I
said, “I’ve been getting home about midnight.” He then said to me, “You’re in
real trouble! Because the high priest said the spirit appeared to him on
Wednesday night and told him that you were studying the Bible with some
Christians. But even worse, you weren’t just studying the Bible with Christians;
you were studying the Bible with the Adventists! The very people the master
hates most on the face of the planet. How in the world did you get yourself
involved with something like that? Don’t you care for your life?”
I said, “Sure.” “Beside that…” and he told me other
things that the spirits had told the high priest. The conversation went on for a
while and I said; “Now listen, It’s not possible for me to explain to you over
the phone what has taken place in my studying the Bible four hours per evening
through the week. Why don’t you come to see me tomorrow sometime and I’ll give
you the real reasons why I did what I did.” He said, “OK”. So we made an
appointment for some time on Sunday morning. After my phone call I went back to
my apartment. I then decided that I should get to bed, as by now it was quite
late. I just got into bed, and then the lights went on. I got up, walked to the
switch and turned the lights off. Came back to bed, and the light goes on again.
I then said to myself, “there’s no use getting up and turning the lights off,
they’re going to just put them back on again. So decided I’ll go to sleep with
the lights on.
Soon afterward things started moving around the
place. A picture on one wall goes through the air and then sticks itself on the
other wall where there is nothing to hold it up. The light that was on the table
moves, and then stands in mid air, and it stays there. I wasn’t at all afraid at
this time. The Lord was seeing me through this thing. I knew I was going to have
a terrible struggle somewhere along the way, somehow. They were going to try and
destroy me, no question about it. So after this nonsense had gone on for quite a
while, I went off to sleep. I said. “Hey, I’m going to get my rest, I’m tired.
Lord, bless this fellow to get some rest from these spirits,” and I fell asleep.
However, they woke me up about two o’clock in the morning and again about four
o’clock.
Now when this happened at four in the morning I sat
up in bed, pushed my pillow in the back and I said to myself, “What in the world
am I going to do?” Because, for some reason it appeared that the Lord was
permitting this. Then the thought came to me that maybe the Lord just wants me
to know from the spirits exactly how I’m standing with them. So I spoke to the
spirit saying, “You want to talk to me?” (It was later on in my Christian walk
that I came to understand how extremely dangerous it is to converse with a
spirit) The spirit answered, “Yes, Finally! I’m able to talk to you. What in
the world do you think you’re doing?” (You see God had been holding back the
spirits so that they could not talk to me. I then realized that they were under
very special control.) He said, “Listen to me carefully, I am a chief counselor
and I am telling you the truth. The master has tremendous plans for your life.
Fame, honor, respect, wealth, don’t you value any of these things? The master
has great wealth and power prepared for you if only you give up associating with
the people that he hates, and stop observing the Seventh-day Sabbath he
despises.”
I said, “I want you to know spirit that ten days ago,
I would have grabbed your offer, but now you’re talking to a former spirit
worshipper and I’m educated to the realities of life, especially the reality of
eternal life, yes especially that reality. I’ve had a better offer for my
allegiance. Jesus is now my Master, and with His help I will be a commandment
keeper, walking with those who honor the Creator’s Sabbath. As for you and your
spirit friends, in reality you’re all a bunch of cheats. You offer me gold if I
will forfeit eternal life. Forget it. I can wait for the coming of the Lord.
I’m not interested in your offer”.
A Disappointed Spirit Chief
Counselor
For about two or three minutes maybe four minutes,
and that’s a long time in a conversation, there was no response to what I’d just
said. Only my alarm clock ticking away broke the silence. As a losing general on
the battlefield, the spirit chief counselor needed a little time to work out a
new strategy. Then when the spirit spoke again he had a tremor in his voice. In
fact, I sensed waves of despair engulfing him as he became aware that he was
wasting his efforts in trying to regain my allegiance. “Well,” he then said,
“We’ve worked so long over the years to prepare you for the master’s work and
what are you doing? I plead with you don’t pass it up.”
I answered, “You know, spirit, the high priest has
talked about the higher powers. As you know I’m now affiliated with the highest
powers. I don’t have to concern myself with you or your master, or any of the
other spirits because you’re all losers. I am the winner! I can look forward to
a perfect life on the new earth, recreated, translated, or resurrected my life
will be counted into the millions of years. If I take the offer of the master,
what do I have? I’m twenty years of age, even if I live to be a hundred, how can
you compare that to a hundred million years? And I’ll have all the gold that I
want, the silver that you’re offering me and much more, so I’m not a loser
anymore, I’m a winner!”
The Spirit Shows its True Colors
The spirit then said, “OK. You’re turning down the
offer of the master?” I said, “Definitely”. Angrily he responded, “OK, you’re
refusing wealth and fame from the master, so from now on, poverty will be the
lot of your life. That is, if you can manage to stay alive!” And then he
threatened me with these words, “I really doubt you’ll have long to live, for
your days are numbered! You will from this day on walk under the shadow of
death. We’ll destroy you!” and then he laughed. This was frightening to hear and
a shiver went up my spine. He had this sinister and evil laugh that caused me to
think immediately of the laugh that Nero must have had when the lions were
tearing the Christians apart in the Coliseum of Rome.
I then said, “Spirit, I want you to know that I have
placed myself under the care of the Christ of Calvary and that I am prepared to
walk under the shadow of death as long as He goes with me. Now I command you in
His name to depart from me and to come no more.” As he left enraged he nearly
took the door with him. When he left through the balcony door, the door was
slammed open instead of shut, and the doorknob almost went through the plaster
of the wall it hit. You could actually see the imprint of the doorknob in the
plaster. The house was at least fifty years old, so the plaster had been settled
a long time.
I then went back to sleep and when I awoke that
Sunday morning I said to myself, “My, it’s time to get up”. I knew I was waking
up to a new way of life. A surge of happiness filled me at the thought that I
had a powerful new friend in the person of Jesus Christ. I remembered the mighty
way in which the Spirit of God had blessed and sustained me during my episode
with the spirit counselor a few hours before. With the Bible on the night table
to my left instead of cigarettes, I put my hands on my Bible and begin to
shuffle its pages. I then opened the Bible wide. Not thinking about what I had
done, I then got up, straightened myself out a little bit and looked down at the
open Bible. My eyes fell on a chapter in the book of Isaiah the prophet. I begin
to read, and it was the experience of Hezekiah, when Sennacherib the great
general of the Assyrian armies had compassed the city of Jerusalem. He was
telling Hezekiah in a written message that he might as well give up all hope of
defense and open wide the gates to let the invading army in. The letter warned,
“You’re not going to survive this, because we’ve destroyed all the nations that
we’ve faced before facing you.”
God Fights for His People
I was very impressed with the fact that Hezekiah took
this letter of the General and went into the temple of the Lord, laying it out
before Him. He then talked to the Lord about the letter, and sought His
guidance. Hezekiah had not yet returned to his palace, when Isaiah the prophet
came, and said, “The Lord has sent a message to you. The way that Sennacherib
has come, that’s the way that he’s going to return.” I loved Hezekiah’s prayer.
I went on to memorize this beautiful prayer.
In fact from that moment on I had an intensive inner
desire to fortify myself with the Word of God knowing, that this would be my
encouragement and strength. I said, “I’m going to fortify myself by memorizing
the Word of God.” Then and there I took a piece of paper and underlined the
prayer of Hezekiah in red. I wrote it down on a piece of paper and put it into
my coat pocket. When I traveled on the tramway, I’d memorize it. This is a
practice that I’ve engaged in for some 45 years now. My wife once said to me,
“Are you still memorizing?” I said, “Yes.” She said, “Why are you memorizing?
You know so much of the Bible already?” I said, “Yes, but I need some more! I’ve
got to keep feeding myself spiritually.”
As I read the rest of the chapter, it shows that
during the night, the angel of the Lord went out to deal with the enemy, and
when the general and his chief officers woke up in the morning, they looked out
over the camp and all their soldiers were dead! And they immediately headed back
to Assyria, before they too were done in. Sennacherib then went to the temple of
Nishrob his god, and while worshipping there two of his sons came in and put a
dagger into his back, and fled to the land of Iran. I was deeply impressed by
this story of God’s power to deliver, and so I left the Bible open there. I then
had my time of devotion. I prayed without audibly uttering a word, as I had
learned that demons couldn’t intercept a silent prayer. I wanted to be one step
ahead of my enemies.
When my old friend Roland came over, the Bible was
still there open. He came in and sat himself down. When I saw him I said to him
“You look worn out, man. Are you sick?” And he answered, “Morneau you’ve almost
shocked the life out both George and me. Of all people, not Morneau would do a
stupid thing like daring the spirits. You’re an intelligent man aren’t you? We
can’t believe it, that you would be so unkind and so unappreciative, and insult
the master by refusing the wealth he has prepared for you. At 5:30 this morning
George phoned me after a chief counselor told him about your stupid decision. He
asked me to talk some sense into your head, or your going to lose it.”
“I see I must have upset that chief counselor quite a
lot by throwing him out the way I did” “What, did I hear you say that you threw
a chief counselor out? I don’t get you.” “Roland, you heard me correctly. About
4:00 this morning I had a conversation with a chief counselor, and when he
became nasty I asked the Spirit of God to throw him out. The spirit left his
mark on the wall when he slammed the door open against it.” I pointed to the
indentation made by the doorknob. You – you, Roger Morneau, had a conversation
with a chief counselor? Do you know that some of our members have been
worshipping and conjuring spirits for many years and haven’t had the privilege
of conversing with a chief counselor? And you have been dealing with the spirits
but a short while, yet you are accorded that great honor. This shows how much
the master thinks of you.”
His faced glowed with excitement as he next
exclaimed, “You and I have a fantastic future awaiting us. Now forget that bit
about Christianity, and lets go and see the high priest. You’ve got a choice.
The high priest tells me that if you come to see him with me now, no problem!
The priest likes you and understands you. He said he realizes that you’re an
adventurer by nature. The only thing he really feels bad about is that if you
were going to look into religion, why didn’t you chose some other church instead
of those Sabbath people, the very people the master hates most on the face of
the earth.
Man, you don’t understand how much you’ve upset the
gods. But listen Roger; everything’s going to be straightened out with the
spirits. A chief counselor has promised him that already. The high priest has
this assurance. Let’s do the right thing now. Why gamble with your life? Face it
Morneau, you’re not your own master. I wish you were but you’re not. The spirits
own you in your entirety, and the sooner you acknowledge that the better off
you’ll be.”
Extremely agitated, he projected an air of impending
doom. He began pacing the floor, wringing his hands. He was perspiring profusely
although it wasn’t warm in the room. “Morneau, your days are numbered, along
with those of the young couple responsible for leading you away from the master.
However, I must tell you that you can stop the plan of destruction the spirits
have initiated, by coming with me to see the high priest right now. He will
restore you to their favor, and all will be well. This way no one gets hurt.” He
had to pause for a couple of seconds to use his handkerchief to wipe away the
perspiration. “One thing in particular the high priest wants you to realize. No
one has ever gotten out of our secret society alive. The spirits brought you and
me into it, and we’re to be in subjection to them, not they to us.”
I responded, “Well, I’ll tell you what, I don’t feel
like going to see the high priest now or ever!” He answered, “Well, I hate to
have to tell you this, but seeing that you’ve decided that you’re not going to
have anything to do with the master and his people; the high priest told me that
a price has been put on your life. A medical doctor, a member, has offered to
put up $10,000. [in today’s monetary equivalence, about $100,000.) on your head,
to eliminate you. If a spirit informs us that you have spoken to anyone on the
outside about the activities of our secret society, three individuals have
volunteered to shoot you at a convenient time. We brought the plan before a
spirit counselor, and received full approval, along with the gift of
clairvoyance for the three volunteers so that they would know at all times where
you are. I’m sorry I have to tell you this. ”
This surprised me a little, but I had prepared myself
for something worse. It didn’t bother me too much, for the Spirit of the Lord
was giving me strength. Now at this time when I heard that they were going to
have me shot, the Spirit of God gave me a very profound sense of righteous
indignation. I said to him “For my survival to depend upon a lying spirit, that
I will not stand for. Tell the priest that I have a new friend in the person of
Jesus Christ. He is all-powerful and commands respect. So much that at the
mention of His name demons tremble. And when commanded in that great name, even
spirit counselors flee, as I witnessed last night.”
At this, he realized that he had lost the battle, and
became very nervous. He then got up and went to the door, put his hand on the
door and we talked there. He said, “Morneau, please! If it’s not for your sake,
do it for me. Do you realize what’s going to happen to me if something happens
to you? I don’t know how they’re going to treat me.” I then said, “Hey, man, let
me tell you something, I’ve got a suggestion for you. You come with me. I
guarantee you all the protection that you’ll need to live to a ripe old age! And
beside that, I’ll tell you what; you should go back and tell the high priest and
all his boys to come to our church. I’ll arrange with my minister to have a
hundred spaces there right off the center aisle.” I felt like extending them an
invitation. “Well”, he said, “I would never say a stupid thing like that!”
“Well, that’s your responsibility. Things are settled”. He lit a cigarette, and
as he lit the cigarette, I saw his hand shake. I said, “You’re quite nervous?”
“Let me tell you”, he said, “There’s a power here, a presence accompanying you
that is great and powerful. I’m not accustomed to it and find it terrifies me.”
I said, “Do you know what it is? It’s the presence of
the Spirit of God, the Spirit of the Creator, the Life-giver. Every other power
is subject unto that higher Power. Are you aware of that.” It was then that he
decided he must leave. But before he could do so I said “My friend, “I’ve got
some news for you, not so much for you as it is for the high priest.”
The priest seems to be knowledgeable about the Bible.
Have him look up Colossians 2:9 &10. It spells out in black and white what I’ve
been saying about the Lord of Glory as the “head of all principality and power”.
And while he has the Bible in hand” I added, “I have something else for him to
consider found in the 37th chapter of Isaiah. Many centuries back, a
powerful Assyrian king named Sennacherib went about conquering and subduing
nations and people. But one day he came with his powerful army against one named
Hezekiah, who had made God a close friend. This man prayed to the God of Heaven
that He would bring honor to His name by delivering him and his people from the
enemy at their gates. The prophet Isaiah then assured him that his prayer was
heard. And that very night 185,000 of Sennacherib’s soldiers had their lives cut
short by the hand of a mighty angel of the Lord. Only a few of Sennacherib’s
officers survived to witness the results of the king’s proud boastings. And
after returning home to Nineveh two of the king’s own sons put a sword in his
back.”
“I will now lay down the rules of how the game of
extinction will be played. And I am doing it with the full backing of my new
Friend, who this morning revealed to me how He intends to solve my problem.”
Roland’s eyes widened and I had his full attention. I then walked over to where
my Bible lay open to this chapter in the Bible and I showed him in written form
the story I had just told. Obviously concerned he said, “I can now see where
something like that could happen to us.”
“Yes, and the responsibility rests on the high
priest. Tell him that the day that they move to wipe me out, will be the day
that the Life-giver is going to pull the breath of life on all of them, except
the high priest and they’ll be dead cadavers. It could take place during one of
their praise sessions to their false gods. Suddenly dead silence will fill the
worship room. And tell the high priest to not bother with funeral directors,
because they don’t have enough hursts, you better call the fire department and
they can pile them all up there, the whole hundred of them.” I said, “This is
going to be what takes place. The Creator will remove the breath of life from
them.” And I felt as confident of this warning I gave, as if it were a
prediction. I fully trust that the Lord would have backed up my word.
By now Roland had sat down again and lit himself a
cigarette. Beginning to shake, he could not place his cigarette on the ashtray.
I had to walk over and do it for him. “Morneau, I have to go. I’m afraid that
what you have just told me may take place if no one else but the high priest
knows about it. So I’m going to phone George as soon as I leave here and tell
him that all of our lives’ in serious danger unless we stop those three
self-appointed executioners. If the news gets to all of the members before the
priest has a chance to have me sworn to secrecy, there’s a chance that the
pressure exerted on him to call off the assassination attempt will be great
enough to guarantee you a long life.”
As
I shook his hand for the last time, he stated that because he did not want to
displease the spirits our friendship was over, and if ever we should ever meet
one another, anywhere, we must totally ignore each other’s presence.
The Spirits Seek Revenge on my New
Christian Friends
Not many days
following my first Sabbath observance the spirits attempted to destroy the lives
of Cyril and Cynthia. While they were at home, a flash fire instantly turned
their living room into an inferno. Trapped behind a wall of flame, Cynthia’s
only escape was a window that overlooked a drop of three stories. Cyril ran for
a blanket to cover her, while her brother phoned the fire department. When her
husband returned only seconds later, Cynthia had miraculously escaped the flames
and was standing in the doorway totally unharmed. She explained that a powerful
and commanding voice had told her to jump through the flames. Though her hair
was singed, the flames had not touched any part of her body, or her clothing.
Like the three Hebrews in Babylon, they weren’t saved from the fire, but in the
fire. God had shown His power to protect and deliver. (Cyril and Cynthia are
currently spending their retirement years in Southern California.)
After the fireman had
put out the flames, they found that the spot where Cynthia had been standing
exploded with such force that it blew a hole through the ceiling. Everything in
the room had burned. However, in the closet was a strange phenomena. A suitcase
with clothing in it had escaped the flames, yet some of the clothing inside were
ashes, while the rest remained intact. The fireman had never seen anything like
it before.
Ending the Harassment
After all of
this had occurred the interference by the spirits was not over instantly. Every
night the spirits would knock on the walls and the doors. I was awakened two or
three times a night. They were trying to reopen conversation with me. The Lord
would not allow them to bother me in any other way, except that they tried to
communicate with me. This went on for some time. It was actually six months that
the spirits knocked every night. During this time I would pray, “Thank You Lord,
that’s all You are allowing them to do! They’d love to destroy me, bringing the
ceiling down and the whole building on me for that matter.” And I also said
Lord, “Lord if you want these critters to be after me all the days of my life
and knock and wake me up every night that’s OK with me. That’s the least I could
put up with.”
However, at one prayer meeting I attended, the
minister said to me, “How are things going with your Christian walk Roger?” I
responded to him, “Sir, it couldn’t go any better.” He then said, “I’m glad for
you! No problem with the spirits at all, eh?” “Oh,” I said, “Well, yah, they try
to reopen communication with me all the time. They knock every night and wake me
up.” “They do? How can you put up with that?” “There’s no other way.” “No, no,
no,” he said, “wait a minute, it’s my fault, I didn’t tell you this. The spirits
have an open avenue to you that God cannot close as long as you have in your
place literature or things that have to do with spirit worship. Do you have
anything like that at your place?” “Oh, yes” I responded, “I have three books,
and some incense and some candles.” “Well,” he said, “Get rid of all this mess
and you’re not going to be bothered with the spirits any more. I’m sure of
that!” So when I returned home, I did exactly as the pastor advised, and the
problem of spirit harassment was solved completely!
Epilogue - Counting My Blessings
On that first
Sabbath, when I was about to leave the Adventist church sanctuary, I asked the
Lord to make it possible for me to find myself there again next week. The next
Sabbath, I was still alive, as were Cyril and Cynthia, and I raised my heart in
true thanksgiving to God for His wonderful deliverance from the powers of
darkness in the days just passed. I can also testify that the Spirit of God was
really ministering to me the graces of redemption, every moment during all of
those 24 Bible studies. It was precious, precious, precious!
One beautiful
Sabbath day in April of 1947 I had the blessed experience of being baptized by
immersion into membership with the Seventh Day Adventist Church. On that same
day I met a young women named Hilda Mousseau who would in September of that same
year become my wife and lifelong companion. The French speaking SDA church in
Montreal gave us as a wedding gift the ‘Conflict of the Ages’ series. When I
read the final book in the series called ‘The Great Controversy” I could only
say of the author, “This person is inspired! This person has knowledge that
nobody else has on the face of the earth, except for the elite spirit worship
society” that I had so miraculously escaped from.
As I enter the
threshold of the eighth decade of my life, the fact that I’m still alive, I
believe, is because I’ve been under the care of the Life-giver, Christ, the Lord
of glory. To decide for Christ at the age of 21, when the spirits were offering
me wealth, fame, and power, was the wisest choice I have ever made. And to have
a solid relationship with Christ, and like the apostle Paul, to “be found in
Him, not having my own righteousness…but that which is through the faith of
Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith: that I may know Him, and the
power of His resurrection” this has brought into my life a wealth of peace,
contentment, and joy in the Lord that no amount of money could ever buy. All I
can still say is Glory to God in the highest!
As I told in
my recent book, More Incredible Answers to Prayer, were it not for
His power of love, cancer would have sent me to the grave in 1989. In addition,
God has been blessing in glorious ways the prayer ministry He has led me into.
The Spirit of God has been transforming lives, remedying seemingly impossible
situations, and providing solutions and victory for the hopeless.
"If evil
angels have such power over the children of men in their disobedience, how much
greater power the good angels have over those who are striving to be obedient.
When we put our trust in Jesus Christ, working obedience unto righteousness,
angels of God work in our hearts unto righteousness.” SM Vol. 1, 94
Concluding Comments
In late 1999
Roger Morneau, who had become known to many thousands of Christian believers as
a great prayer warrior, passed to his rest and now awaits the call of the
Life-giver when with hundreds of millions of mighty angels, Christ returns to
this earth. In his later years Roger maintained a “perpetual prayer list”
registry of over 700 persons whom he would place before the Lord in prayer on a
daily basis. His books testify of many truly amazing and “incredible answers”
to these prayers, and of those he influenced to pray. His life story affords us
with a tremendous testimony of God’s power to transform even the worst of rebels
into a life that would bring great blessings to many other lives, and bring true
honor to the great Creator and Redeemer of the human family.
A listing of
Roger’s wonderful books by their title and date of publication follow:
