Tuesday, April 29, 2014

No One Will Snatch Them Out Of My Hand.

John 10:27-29  27"My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me; 28and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish; and no one will snatch them out of My hand. 29"My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father's hand.

I have this memory at primary school.  It's from such a long time ago. I was very young. I can't really remember the truth.  I remember a kid snatching something out of my hand.  

If your talking Psy then it was like I was controlling people who I suppose could be sheep with my hands they were doing tasks and being rewarded or they were doing missions of discovery Psy.  I can't remember accurately. All I remember is demonstrating this to like 2-3 other kids and that a kid tried to snatch them out of my hand.  This is what he spoke.  

It was kind of like there was a link between me and certain others that matched me and they were kept in my hand.  Psy.

It's kind of like I wondered why he didn't goto the effort of starting his own rather than snatching mine.  I think mine in my hand were only slightly built up but that is the advantage.  This is about all I can explain.  I think by showing others I was teaching.  It's so hazy now.  I can't remember exactly what I demonstrated that got snatched only something like it was a link to other people contained in my hands maybe fingers.  I remember sending a person out and it was like they went right to the end of something and then back again completing something.  It made you stronger or more complete or there was some type of reward.  

I wanted to write this memory down.  It's so fuzzy now that it's not very good.  But basically the kid said he snatched the things out of my out hand Psy kind of exactly like described in the scripture at top.

If only I could remember what I demonstrated better.

I'm also going to post this exact post on ATS but it was posted here first this time.

Thanks for reading this fuzzy memory.


Leeda.
Darcy Lee

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