Pastor Jeff’s Full Blog Posts
At the very tippy top of Northeast Glisan Street there is a shopping mall and in
the northeast corner of the mall is a large store front with the title River of Life
Church. Behind that there is a large empty parking lot that you can see all the
way into the state of Washington. It is an excellent place for meditating because
no one goes there except in the wee hours of the morning when the delivery
trucks for Safeway or the Dollar store show up. But for the most part it is a
windswept deserted parking lot with a set of stairs leading down into a
Yesterday around 2:45 pm somewhere down the stairs came a woman’s voice.
She was angry and frustrated with whomever it was she was speaking to and
was apologizing on one side but making it quite clear she wanted nothing more
to to do with this individual telling them to leave her alone and go away. The
conversation was growing louder and then spilled out into the parking lot and
by this time her frustrations had elevated into a scream.
To the naked eye there was no one there. She was screaming into the wind. But
the look on her face told me there was someone there; I just could not see
them. It is often the case that spirits will only manifest themselves to the one
they are tormenting and thereby make the person appear mentally unstable. So
I got out of the truck and went to help her if I could.
“Hi”, I said “My name is Jeff. So tell me Dearheart, what are we dealing with
here?” She just stood there for a moment or two and then in a matter of fact
voice said, “It is a Nephilim, a spirit that I once channeled. You see about two
weeks ago I had this really bad experience in the spirit realm and Elam (the
name of the spirit she was channeling and the one whom she is dealing with
now) tried to get me to kill myself by cutting my wrist and the doctors injected
me with a psychotropic drug and Elam tried to smother me in the ER. But there
was this guy there who was praying for someone and I heard him say call out to
Jesus and he will save you. So I did and Jesus showed up and and and healed
me and made Elam go away. Now he is back and he won’t leave me alone.”
“Did you ask Jesus to become your Lord and Savior?” I asked. “No.” “That is
why Elam is back”, I said. “You see, he knows once you have committed your
life to Christ he will no longer have any control over you. So want to pray?”
“Yes!” she gasped, and so Penny prayed and then I laid hands on her and asked
for the indwelling of the Holy Spirit and then I took authority over Elam and
bound him and commanded him to leave Penny alone and to leave.
Penny looked up smiling and crying and said “He’s gone, and I feel so clean
and new.” I went to the truck and behind the seat I had one New Testament with
psalms and Proverbs in the New King James from our friends the Gideons and
gave it to her and said “This is the instruction manual on how to live like a
Christian. The first book is Matthew, pay close attention to chapters 5, 6 and 7.”
I then asked her if she had any toys concerning witchcraft and she said she had
several books and a board and I said “You must destroy them.” and she
promised she would…then I got a big hug and a thank you for not thinking she
was crazy.So now all you saints you can pray for Penny; she lives in a foster
home and she is 16 years old and she is a new daughter in Christ and for me a
great Christmas present…...
I was in the garden of the Church amending the soil when a sparrow landed to the right of me and a voice said to get on to the back of the sparrow, and as I stepped towards the sparrow I shrank until I fit perfectly on its back and it launched itself sky ward. The sparrow flew higher and higher and when it had reached its limit , a Raven appeared and I was dumped onto the back of the raven who in turn flew as high as he could go. I was then deposited onto the back of a hawk who sped upwards at a frightening speed and then with a quick barrel roll deposited me onto the back of a huge eagle. Now I must say that with each new bird I increased in size. Finally the eagle had reached his limit and he brought me to a ladder where a voice commanded me to leap on and then climb and I did. Once I was on the ladder I looked down and the ladder disappeared into a thick mist below me and I could never see more than 5 or 6 rungs upwards and the ladder was frightfully steep. So I climbed and climbed and climbed some more until I was very tired and yet there was no place to step off the ladder for a rest. So I gave voice to my need for a proper rest and a voice said climb and so I continued to climb until I could go no further. I could hardly hold on to the rungs.
So I said out loud if this is to be the way of my death so be it for I am spent, and the voice said let go.So I did. I awoke lying on a bed of colorful leaves which were soft and pliant to the touch. The bed was on a floor of living wood for I lay in the bed looking upwards into the canopy of a enormous tree. About 10 feet away was this branch in the shape of a table and upon it were two pitchers. The one on the left had a note written in a very elegant cursive hand which said this is for washing and the other had a note from the same hand which said this is your breakfast. So I had sort of a spit bath and there was this towel that was so soft and then there was a brown robe and sandals. These I donned and then poured from the other pitcher a draught into a large wooden mug.There is nothing I know of to compare the taste but the draught filled and nourished like a heavy meal of sausage and eggs and potatoes and coffee. When I had finished a man appeared and he led me back to the ladder and said when you step on hold tight. So I did as I was instructed.
Picture the speed of a roller coaster going down hill, now picture you are clinging to a ladder that is extending into the sky at the same speed. It stopped so fast that I was catapulted off the ladder and onto some ,thankfully, soft turf. The man that I had met at the beginning of the ladder ride was there to help me up and brush me off. Then he said come and we walked.His voice bothered me because it was not talking like we do it it was more musical, like a song. Also there is this, the country side and all that dwelt there were more than just living they were sentient and they had a common tongue and it was a song and each beings purpose was to share their part of the song.
We continued to walk until we came to this Castle which was surrounded by a huge moat and on the far side of the moat the Rampart was steep and moss grew and cascaded down the sides for it was more than just old it was ancient beyond reckoning. We crossed a large and long draw bridge; the walls were so high that they were lost in a mist and yet you could hear song drifting down from on high. The language of this whole realm was Song. So rich and full and deep is this song that anything we might think to be great would be more like Orc speech. We entered into a great hall and on the far end a door opened and a light entered in. I say a light for it was of such intensity I could not look upon it. The light had the air of authority and I was down on my knees and then flat on my belly trying to shield my eyes from the intensity of the light with folds of the robe sleeves.Finally the light subsided a soft and gentle song graced my ears and a firm hand lifted me up but I could still not see his face. Not that I didn’t try mind you but my eyes just could not do it.
Then he said it is not your time yet, go to sleep and I fell asleep and when I awoke I was in my bed with Twrch my big black cat stroking my beard with his claws as he often does.
Remember in the Beatitudes when Jesus says to pray for those who speak all manner of evil to and about you for my names sake? I am here to tell you that this works. When I left Yvan today I was on the 3rd floor of the parking structure. Three young ladies of color and two young men of color came up and surrounded me near the truck.One of the girls, about 15, asked if that was my truck and I said it was. “So are you a M*****F***** Christian?” I said “I am and worse than that, I am a Pastor.” Then one of the young men stepped up and produced a large knife; one of those Klingon style Bowie knives.
“Here is what’s going to happen, he says. You are gonna give us the wallet and the keys and just maybe we will let you live.”
Now if it had just been the two I would have probably exercised my military training and at the very least killed the guy and seriously put the fear of God in the girl……however there were five and after the first had produced his weapon two others produced switch blades. So I needed a new plan and this voice said two things to me…..”Jeff. Pray.”So I put my hands together and in a firm and steady voice prayed, “My Father, who is in Heaven holy is your name, your Kingdom come your will be done in me as it is in heaven”………..then there was another voice and it was amplified and it said a word “FREEZE!!!” Then there were commands and then there was an abundance of hospital security and Portland P.D.
Then this Catholic Priest came up and asked if I was unharmed and I said I was fine. He said “I heard your prayer and thought you might need help so I called security”. I smiled and said “But I had not got to the cry for help part”, He smiled back and said “In my 14 years in the priesthood I have never heard someone invite the invocation of having the Lord’s Will done in their life as it is in heaven, so I thought your need was great.” “And you were right.”
So if you ever find yourself in a bind, even when the enemy’s armed and outnumbers you 5 to 1, the Kingdom’s ears are always working..
So I am in Albertsons to get some cat food and of course they are sold out. As I am leaving this guy who is physically about 60 but mentally about 9, comes up to me and introduces himself and shakes my hand and tells me he is shopping with his Momma. I tell him my name and then he asks loudly if we can be friends? I say, “ Sure. I can always do with another friend.”
Then there is this older than me old guy who spouts off, “Well for Christ sake does that F***’n Retard gotta make friends with every —–“(oh you get the picture)
And he strides up to me and says, “Why don’t you tell this—-to get out of here?”
(Forgot to say that my new friend’s name is Bruce) Now Bruce begins to cry and I comfort him which ticks off the Mouth no end.
Now the Mouth is trying to pick a fight and his wife comes over and tries to calm him down, the Manager of the store speaks up and the Mouth turns on her and the 5′ 110 pound unarmed female security guard and they both scurry away for the protection of the office.
Meanwhile the wife is trying to calm him down but the Mouth is having none of it and raises his hand to slap her, which is when I stepped into the path and took the hit in the face. Even with the beard it was loud and smarted a bit and right after the hit came a command to hold, and this was from an armed Police officer. Two actually, one with the can of mace and two with a taser in hand.
“ PLEASE!!!”, screamed the wife, “ He ran out of his medicine that is why he is acting that way.” They had just got their SS check so they could afford to buy them.
I turn to the officer with the mace and said, “Call in an ambulance and take him to the ER and they can mainline the meds and that will calm him down.”
The officer nodded and asked if I wanted to press charges? and I said, “No”.
His wife was very apologetic and was weeping and I asked if I could pray for and with her and she said she was Catholic and I said there is only one Jesus, she smiled and I led out with “Our Father who is in Heaven”, and Bruce and his Mom joined in and there was the murmuring of at least 10 other voices praying with us as the Kingdom of God showed up.
Back in April, Yvan and I were at our gym . I was so looking forward to the steam room and then the hot tub. My little fall had made my backside and legs hurt; the kind of hurt that meds can’t cure.
So there I was in the steam room cooking the pain away, feeling my bones relax with the muscles, breathing in the hot steam….aaaaah. There are three others in the steam room with me and then the three get up and leave and the the steam emitter starts another burst of steam and this lady with a walker comes in and sits across from me. About 30 seconds go by and then I hear the sound of soft weeping.
“Why are we weeping Dearheart?”
She apologizes and then says “My husband passed away 3 months ago and now I have no one to talk to. No one will spend time and listen to an old woman.”
I said “Well, I am here for at least another 20 minutes so start talking.” So for the next twenty minutes I listened to all kinds of things she had observed and experienced since the passing of her husband. I listened about her husband and some of his quirks that she found amusing and how much she misses her Teddy.
Suddenly the door opens up and her care taker says “It’s time, Liddy”
She rises and she says in a cheery voice “Thank you so much, I really enjoyed myself. I only come here once a week.”
“Well then,” I said, “until next week.”
There is this passage that says “Be still and know that I am God.” Sometimes listening to another allows the Holy Spirit the opportunity to cleanse the speakers heart of clutter so that grace of God has a clear passage to the heart.