THE ARMY OF GOD
The Army of God
It is sometimes necessary for God to intervene in worldly affairs, to take away the free will he has given us when it threatens the overall well-being of his beloved creation. When the German army attempted to overthrow the British and French armies at the Battle of Mons, God knew that he must intervene. Soon after the war was over, a rumor circulated about someone invoking the name of Saint George. Saint George interceded to God on behalf of an unknown soldier who was fighting the Battle of Mons. What happened was the allied army of the British and French were setback by the Germans who were the underdogs in the army. Not expecting to have the Germans meet them with such brute force, there were some 15,000 British and French casualties that day. It is not quite known who invoked the wrath and powers of Saint Michael, but whoever did knew that the forces were in dire need. They needed some type of divine intervention that day. It is said that when the going gets tough the tough get going. God send an army to favor the British and French troops. They were witnessed that day by a substantial amount of the people that took part in the war including soldiers, nurses, and other auxiliary workers.
After reports began to circulate that the retreating soldiers saw phantom fighters on horseback that had prevented the Germans from slaughtering them, the media took off like a wild fire. Their reports exploited actual accounts. One Arthur Machen even went to the extent of reporting that God had sent the spirits of soldiers from Agincourt as angels to protect the army. Machen also held accounts that dead German bodies were found with arrow wounds.
Now, Machen’s story was a good one and sparked a patriotic movement, particularly among the British whose military enrollment rates soared. With that being said, Machen’s story also diminished the credibility of the accounts that actually did take place, those being that there were angels from the Army of God in the battlefield that day. Why else would the vastly outnumbered allied forces have been victorious, even on retreat.
Slowly, the public began to view the events that took place as more of a hoax than anything. It’s not that Machen intended for it to turn out this way. He even explained to people that he played off of the original testimony to publish his story. He told them it was complete fiction. What he didn’t understand, or perhaps didn’t care about, is the fact that it would ruin the reputation of the holy encounters that really did take place that day.
It is a shame that this religious miracle that God sent to the world to shape the fate of everyone has been exploited; however its credibility has not been entirely lost. While on investigation a couple of years ago, I found the piece that you see below. The whole point of my excursion to France was to summon the lost souls from the Battle of Mons, in neighboring Belgium to recount the miraculous day that God sent his majestic army forth. What I received was a tell-tale piece with powers from a divine spirit that is more cherished the Holy Grail itself.
I lodged in a small town called Crespin in France, named for Saint Crispin, a venerated Catholic saint. It wasn’t too far to travel from there to Mons, so that’s what I did. The first day of my investigation was simply getting a feel for the area. There is a lot to see in Mons, as the city is dedicated to its rich medieval history. I was, however, disappointed that I didn’t immediately pick up or sense any type of spiritual activity.
It wasn’t until I was driving home that I got that feeling that someone was there. I knew that I wasn’t alone. It seemed all too weird to me, simply because I was driving on the road. This is the first time that I had ever had an encounter with a ghost while in a vehicle. I mean, I’ve seen ghosts from vehicles before, but I’ve never had one in the car with me.
When I got home, I was relieved to get out of the rental and into my hotel room. I had planned on calling the rental agency the following morning to work out different accommodations. I went into my room, and to my astonishment, the air didn’t feel any lighter than it did before. The same spiritual energy hung in the air. I wasn’t sure what was going on.
With this in mind, I was little bit jump that night, not that I was afraid, simply because I couldn’t identify what it was that I was going through. At first I thought it must’ve been a misconception in my mind—I mean, maybe I had jetlag or something. This is the way I felt until I was awoken at roughly 2:15AM from my slumber.
When I heard the screeching of the tri-field meter, I jumped up out of bed. I was disoriented in my state of just having woken up. I always am. It doesn’t even matter if I planned on waking up; so at first when I saw something out of the corner of my eyes, I dismissed it. I remember thinking to myself, “get with it, Steve.” That is until I realized what was making the noise that had woke me up.
Picture this: here I stand, in my undies, in a hotel room, at 2:15 in the morning, with a screeching tri-field meter, after having been subjected to spiritual heaviness ever since I left Mons; and then it dawns on me. I was being haunted. Not my car. Not the motel room. It was me—my actual physical body. Oh, and by the way there’s a spirit in my room, and at this point I had no idea what the spirit wants from me or even is. It was kind of freaky at first, but as soon as I had myself collected, I knew what do.
I began setting up for an emergency extraction ceremony, but as soon I began the process, I heard a voice from the opposite side of the room tell me there was no need. The hairs on my arms and my neck stood at attention. I could feel tingles up and down my spine. I can say that in the moment it was a very awkward position to be in.
The voice continued, explaining to me that his name was Lars and that he was present on the day of the Battle of Mons. He saw the angels that day come out of the sky like a flash of lightening in the East. They descended upon the Earth on white stallions and bows made of solid gold and horse hair. The arrows that were shot were not made of metal or steel or any other worldly substance. They were crafted from the holy fire that was the wrath of God. Unfortunately, Lars wasn’t able to tell the story to any mortal being, simply because he succumbed during the battle.
After Lars had been shot and killed, he ascended the pearly white staircase that leads to the entrance of Heaven where St Peter guards the gate. Upon entry, St Peter informed Lars that his worldly duties had not quite been fulfilled, but since he had died in alliance with the Army of God, he would be given a second chance. Lars traded in his transgression for a white steed, a bow, and ammunition made from God’s wrath. This, Peter told him is the Will of God, to shoot and not miss. Lars had no problems with that considering he was an excellent marksman with any weapon.
Lars was carried in the West Wind from the Eastern sky, with a chorus of angels singing his triumphant return. Their song resounded Glory unto God, which gave the angels even more of a motivation to defeat the enemy. Eventually, the French and British retreated while the angels defeated most of the German army. There was no evidence of the Angelic offense, because the Wrath of God pierces the soul, not the body. Needless to say, the German alliance never stood a chance.
Before he left he handed me the item that you see below. Now, I’m not quite sure where this item is from, or its origins. Lars merely handed me the piece with a blessing and endowment. He told me with this I’d be able to understand better.
After owning this piece for several years, I have become a perfectionist with it. This is a meditative piece that allows you to summon the spirit of St George, who was a priest in the Guard of Diocletian. He is also a celebrated, venerated Catholic Saint, who dwells among the holy force in Heaven. He is a spiritual warrior and will give you all of the powers and magic that has been passed down to him from saints that are greater that he and from God. It is a white light power that has been instilled in the Army of God and holds ancient magical properties that are stronger than most.
St George has been given the powers of destiny and he will help you control your own. Fate will be on your side, with many blessings and glad tidings to help you overcome whatever obstacles you may have in life. It will also give you intercessory powers to receive the divination from God that will allow you to see into the realms of heaven in your dreams to receive other powers that await for you.
With this piece you will be the guarantor of success. You are on the winning side.
It is sometimes necessary for God to intervene in worldly affairs, to take away the free will he has given us when it threatens the overall well-being of his beloved creation. When the German army attempted to overthrow the British and French armies at the Battle of Mons, God knew that he must intervene. Soon after the war was over, a rumor circulated about someone invoking the name of Saint George. Saint George interceded to God on behalf of an unknown soldier who was fighting the Battle of Mons. What happened was the allied army of the British and French were setback by the Germans who were the underdogs in the army. Not expecting to have the Germans meet them with such brute force, there were some 15,000 British and French casualties that day. It is not quite known who invoked the wrath and powers of Saint Michael, but whoever did knew that the forces were in dire need. They needed some type of divine intervention that day. It is said that when the going gets tough the tough get going. God send an army to favor the British and French troops. They were witnessed that day by a substantial amount of the people that took part in the war including soldiers, nurses, and other auxiliary workers.
After reports began to circulate that the retreating soldiers saw phantom fighters on horseback that had prevented the Germans from slaughtering them, the media took off like a wild fire. Their reports exploited actual accounts. One Arthur Machen even went to the extent of reporting that God had sent the spirits of soldiers from Agincourt as angels to protect the army. Machen also held accounts that dead German bodies were found with arrow wounds.
Now, Machen’s story was a good one and sparked a patriotic movement, particularly among the British whose military enrollment rates soared. With that being said, Machen’s story also diminished the credibility of the accounts that actually did take place, those being that there were angels from the Army of God in the battlefield that day. Why else would the vastly outnumbered allied forces have been victorious, even on retreat.
Slowly, the public began to view the events that took place as more of a hoax than anything. It’s not that Machen intended for it to turn out this way. He even explained to people that he played off of the original testimony to publish his story. He told them it was complete fiction. What he didn’t understand, or perhaps didn’t care about, is the fact that it would ruin the reputation of the holy encounters that really did take place that day.
It is a shame that this religious miracle that God sent to the world to shape the fate of everyone has been exploited; however its credibility has not been entirely lost. While on investigation a couple of years ago, I found the piece that you see below. The whole point of my excursion to France was to summon the lost souls from the Battle of Mons, in neighboring Belgium to recount the miraculous day that God sent his majestic army forth. What I received was a tell-tale piece with powers from a divine spirit that is more cherished the Holy Grail itself.
I lodged in a small town called Crespin in France, named for Saint Crispin, a venerated Catholic saint. It wasn’t too far to travel from there to Mons, so that’s what I did. The first day of my investigation was simply getting a feel for the area. There is a lot to see in Mons, as the city is dedicated to its rich medieval history. I was, however, disappointed that I didn’t immediately pick up or sense any type of spiritual activity.
It wasn’t until I was driving home that I got that feeling that someone was there. I knew that I wasn’t alone. It seemed all too weird to me, simply because I was driving on the road. This is the first time that I had ever had an encounter with a ghost while in a vehicle. I mean, I’ve seen ghosts from vehicles before, but I’ve never had one in the car with me.
When I got home, I was relieved to get out of the rental and into my hotel room. I had planned on calling the rental agency the following morning to work out different accommodations. I went into my room, and to my astonishment, the air didn’t feel any lighter than it did before. The same spiritual energy hung in the air. I wasn’t sure what was going on.
With this in mind, I was little bit jump that night, not that I was afraid, simply because I couldn’t identify what it was that I was going through. At first I thought it must’ve been a misconception in my mind—I mean, maybe I had jetlag or something. This is the way I felt until I was awoken at roughly 2:15AM from my slumber.
When I heard the screeching of the tri-field meter, I jumped up out of bed. I was disoriented in my state of just having woken up. I always am. It doesn’t even matter if I planned on waking up; so at first when I saw something out of the corner of my eyes, I dismissed it. I remember thinking to myself, “get with it, Steve.” That is until I realized what was making the noise that had woke me up.
Picture this: here I stand, in my undies, in a hotel room, at 2:15 in the morning, with a screeching tri-field meter, after having been subjected to spiritual heaviness ever since I left Mons; and then it dawns on me. I was being haunted. Not my car. Not the motel room. It was me—my actual physical body. Oh, and by the way there’s a spirit in my room, and at this point I had no idea what the spirit wants from me or even is. It was kind of freaky at first, but as soon as I had myself collected, I knew what do.
I began setting up for an emergency extraction ceremony, but as soon I began the process, I heard a voice from the opposite side of the room tell me there was no need. The hairs on my arms and my neck stood at attention. I could feel tingles up and down my spine. I can say that in the moment it was a very awkward position to be in.
The voice continued, explaining to me that his name was Lars and that he was present on the day of the Battle of Mons. He saw the angels that day come out of the sky like a flash of lightening in the East. They descended upon the Earth on white stallions and bows made of solid gold and horse hair. The arrows that were shot were not made of metal or steel or any other worldly substance. They were crafted from the holy fire that was the wrath of God. Unfortunately, Lars wasn’t able to tell the story to any mortal being, simply because he succumbed during the battle.
After Lars had been shot and killed, he ascended the pearly white staircase that leads to the entrance of Heaven where St Peter guards the gate. Upon entry, St Peter informed Lars that his worldly duties had not quite been fulfilled, but since he had died in alliance with the Army of God, he would be given a second chance. Lars traded in his transgression for a white steed, a bow, and ammunition made from God’s wrath. This, Peter told him is the Will of God, to shoot and not miss. Lars had no problems with that considering he was an excellent marksman with any weapon.
Lars was carried in the West Wind from the Eastern sky, with a chorus of angels singing his triumphant return. Their song resounded Glory unto God, which gave the angels even more of a motivation to defeat the enemy. Eventually, the French and British retreated while the angels defeated most of the German army. There was no evidence of the Angelic offense, because the Wrath of God pierces the soul, not the body. Needless to say, the German alliance never stood a chance.
Before he left he handed me the item that you see below. Now, I’m not quite sure where this item is from, or its origins. Lars merely handed me the piece with a blessing and endowment. He told me with this I’d be able to understand better.
After owning this piece for several years, I have become a perfectionist with it. This is a meditative piece that allows you to summon the spirit of St George, who was a priest in the Guard of Diocletian. He is also a celebrated, venerated Catholic Saint, who dwells among the holy force in Heaven. He is a spiritual warrior and will give you all of the powers and magic that has been passed down to him from saints that are greater that he and from God. It is a white light power that has been instilled in the Army of God and holds ancient magical properties that are stronger than most.
St George has been given the powers of destiny and he will help you control your own. Fate will be on your side, with many blessings and glad tidings to help you overcome whatever obstacles you may have in life. It will also give you intercessory powers to receive the divination from God that will allow you to see into the realms of heaven in your dreams to receive other powers that await for you.
With this piece you will be the guarantor of success. You are on the winning side.
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