A Voice Declaring: There’s something about March 5th, an event regarding March 5th curiously on the map 02/13/2012
Seen to be seeing Julia Roberts and other celebrities making a daring through the window, tight rope escape 03/13/2002
Seen to be seeing a large container crashing Saddam Hussein, A Voice Declaring: Hussein (America, The free world) is injured and will not recover, the fall of
Mystery Babylon (the free world) for all times is on the map 07/17/2003
You Are Ascended 03/02/2012
continue from Appointed To Die 02/03/2012
-It was a Sunday morning, February 12th, I was backing us from the garage, at one glance at the clock it was exactly 7:17, not a good sign at all. My husband Mack (McCluster) had decided he would return back to the hospital, his leg was hurting again, he was convince it was the blood clot, plus his appetite wasn’t so good. It was evident he was afraid, and I, I was uncertain and wanted to be supportive, I was faithful, I believed God and prayed often He and not Satan would get the glory out of it all, remember Christ’s blood atonement was mightier than them, it all, or so I thought, (see God’s Will).
-It’d been some ten days or so since we’d left the hospital after an additional six day stay, deciding he, or we didn’t want to undergo chemotherapy treatment. Although now my husband had, had a revelation of fear, death was easier said than done, so now he was more than anxious to undergo whatever treatment to pretty much save his life. This is the life and death struggle Jesus had the night prior to the crucifixion, Jesus possibly more than any human knew he’d come to this earth for one purpose, to die. That all human being are those passing through this reality, through death to an immortality, and Jesus was fighting that for all mankind it would be immortal life verses hell immortal.
-I remember the admitting doctor telling my husband how the treatments he’d now agreed to all sound so awful, but he would, or they would see what they could do. I would like to say now that pretty much every practicing doctor need to be liable for medical mal-practice, though medical mal practice is all they learn to do doing their years of study, 90% prescription drugs, 10% health/science. It wasn’t long before we would be assigned to a room and the treatments would begin, at this time though my husband didn’t have much of an appetite and this is what he told all family members visiting, how all he wanted was his appetite back.
-So much so everyone visiting and leaving that day and night knew the one thing they needed to be in prayer about was my husband’s appetite. Thus miraculously I kid you not, the next morning his appetite was back, and all seem promising again. They were preparing him to go into surgery, they would have to insert a portacath through which chemotherapy would be administered. They’d placed my husband in a bed from this moment forward, they begin administering two types of blood thinners, one oral and the other an injection into his belly just above the navel area, so the surgery would have to be put off a day or so.
-Though as I said, because of this purportedly blood clot, they made him immobile, they’d placed him in a literal sickbed from which he wouldn’t or couldn’t emerge. They would soon attach a heart monitor, and just as soon begin saline IV’s, I wanted him up and mobile, they wanted him in bed and immobile which couldn’t and wouldn’t be good. Though at least at this time he could still get up and relieve himself in the bathroom, he was eating and getting his strength, but the blood clot and the blood thinners were both killers. You see my once 185 lbs. husband had lost down to about 125 lbs, I already thought my husband too weak, too unhealthy to be undergoing any of the treatments he was getting, especially being on two separate blood thinners.
-Easily, his blood because of liver damage was already compromised, so thinning his blood to this magnitude couldn't be good, if an apostle of Jesus Christ knew this, surely a medical doctor knew this as well, this is why I kept expecting one of the physician to admit my husband was just too unhealthy. How he’d because of aggressive antibiotic treatment alone lost tremendous weight and strength, though this is why they kept changing doctors until they found one to agree to the treatments and surgeries that would eventually claim his life. Again, the massive antibiotic treatments he’d undergone the hospital stay a month earlier had been nothing less than like pouring gasoline on a barely smoking patch of grass.
-This aggressive research after a possible infection alone had made the cancer that much more aggressive, everything they’d done since we first walked into the hospital December 26, 2011 had done nothing short of make my husband’s condition more viral and him more sick and weak. Though for him, losing hope in God, he could do nothing else but hope in the man, in whose hand was the knowledge to sicken, maim and kill. Thus the day of surgery was upon us, the only thing good about it was they had to stop the blood thinning for at least a day or so before, this allowed him to regain a bit of his strength and sense of thought, reasoning, this mean he had hope in the surgery and the potential chemotherapy treatment, that would help him live a bit longer.
-Doing this stay we had one of the most kind and considerate nurses, she loved my husband and myself, she understood what I, we were going through as she’d lost her husband. This remind me, there was another nurse, who’d been just as remarkably kind, as she’d just endured chemotherapy treatment with her husband. Of course she talked about what a tremendous trial it’d been before, doing and now as he was still in recovery and such a mightier than she could describe hardship. I would later ask the nurse who’d lost her husband, the one who remain close to the Holy Ghost inspired music I played, how her husband died. Easily she described how he’d died horribly because of a surgery, an implant similar to the portacath that’d become infected that weeks later claimed his life.
-Those of you who read the first installment of this testimonial (Appointed To Die), remember when I said it was described to me how these doctors were determined to make my husband sick. How in the beginning a man in his condition was simply too healthy, all the terrible symptions they thought he should have he just didn’t have them and this to them was unsatisfactory, how they would make him sick. You see my husband Mack did everything right, ate, drank, exercised, all with a faith rooted and grounded in righteousness (Jesus Christ), this is what made it so hard for this infirmity to fully catch up with him, though medical science would resolve medical dilemma and bring my husband right into the deadly clutches of this determined pathogen.
-The day of surgery had come, remember, I thought my husband too unhealthy for this treatment, I thought him too unhealthy to be in the hospital at all. Remember, they’d done nothing surrounding him but prove themselves gravely incompetent, so I kept waiting for at least one of the many doctors visiting him to admit, he was just too unhealthy for these procedures. Just before this last hospital visit, a place upon which I thought we would never return, I shared with my readers a word I got about February the 16th. I’d literally forgotten when the morning of February the
14th I was sitting in my husband’s room when I kept hearing a voice celebrating the approaching day of the week, Thursday. Then a fear rose in me and I said, I hope the sixteenth isn’t Thursday, of course it was, it would be the day a horrible dream told me of my husband would come true.
-We’d a few weeks or so prior stopped into Overton Park with our youngest grandchildren, my husband not feeling well sat in the car while they, we played. It wasn’t long before I persuaded him to come alone, we sat together into these enormous picnic tables just before I was reminded of a dream I had years prior. One of a sixty by forty eating table, so my husband Mack and I, with our three grand’s Makhya, Miya and Darius Jr. joining us started measuring these enormous stone eating tables to get some ideal of what a sixty by forty eating table would look like. It wasn’t long after my husband told me about a recent dream, in the dream I was on a swing, the swing circled around and around the stand when I soon felled, and when I felled he was powerless to help me.
-Although I’d pleaded this cause with Holy Spirits earlier, I had a grand-mal seizure in my husband’s hospital room that night, on the sofa bed and his greatest regret was he was unable to help, to do anything to relieve my pains and sorrows, just as he dreamed. I remember when I awaken to the hospital room afterwards it wasn’t so strange that I was in the hospital, but that Mack was in the hospital. So when I begin to realize why he was in the hospital it horrified me all the more, I think I knew for the first time my husband was dying. How there was a horrible clarity in this regard, that what he’d been suspecting for months, in some cases even years was now in the process of being realized, but I had my faith, I had Christ’s bloody cross, my prayer life, I prayed additionally God would get the glory.
-As suspected by me the surgery wasn’t a good ideal, Mack’s health went into a downward sparrow all the more, he was running a fever, he was vomiting. There was a new fear there could be an infection, the more dangerous thing about the portacath was getting an infection. His health decline so they were now claiming his blood count was low and how he would have to undergo a blood transfusion, I immediately asked whether this had been a result of the blood thinning. That this was another miscalculation of there’s they’d done to him, but I was told one had nothing to do with the other. They would give him two paints of blood and this one last thing would be the nail in my husband’s coffin so to speak, he would not, or could not, it was now Friday the 17th and he would not recover from this blood transfusion.
-Soon this Arabian doctor would come in, he would look at all the negatives regarding my husband, call me out into the hall. He would tell me what’d I feared the moment we pulled from the drive that Sunday of February 12th, that my husband was just too weak and too sick to undergo chemotherapy, how if it was his family member he wouldn’t want to put him through it. The is truth is, the surgery and now the blood transfusion had, had an adverse affect on him, instead of helping him, it’d made him all the more anemic, this isn’t what He said, it’s simply what I know. They did two blood cultures on him, one to be taken from the portacath which appeared to be a paint of blood and another to be taken from his IV, which appeared to be another paint of blood, this is why I call what they do all guess work. So it was like the blood they’d just given him, was now being taken, and the blood thinning and the damaged liver, it was all a recipe for disaster, that’s Mack and my disaster not there’s or so they thought.
-I would have my husband discharged later that day, he was so weak, so drained, he had to be released to hospice, and brought home on oxygen in an ambulance. I want you to understand, I helped my husband return to the hospital as this was what he wanted, I thought it was like dodging cars on a busy highway for a cure, but he did not agree, thought there was hope still. I too, I thought there was hope still, not one time did I think my husband would die, I believed in the lifesaving blood of Jesus Christ right up until my husband took his last breath of life. I wasn't oblivious that the death penalty was still active, I was convinced there was no power on this earth mightier than Christ’s cross, though with one exception, the will of God. In other words Jesus could serve mankind best with his death, as so could those chosen by God to be as well sacrificed (made a demonstration), as my husband, my marruage and my life.
-Looking back, that Thursday morning, February 16th as I awaken from sleep, from Mack and my husband’s worse nightmare, my having a seizure and his being unable to come to my rescue. As I awaken I heard a voice say, ‘my heart is like wax, it is melted into the midst of my bowels,’ as I shared it with him, I told him if I wasn’t mistaken it was a verse from Pslam 22. Pslam 22 is said to be a perfect illustration of what Jesus suffered doing the time he was dying on the cross, and I would later understand if my husband could’ve put into words what he was now suffering it would be describable like Pslam 22. You see in a sad and yet remarkable way Mack had been seized upon as well, something unscrupulous as rebellious man had taken him over. Taken him over to the point you understand once and for all when judgment came knocking on King David’s door why he pleaded with God not to let him fall into the hands of man, (have mercy God and not sacrifice).
From Palms 22
-My god, my god why hast thou forsaken me, why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring, (mourns, suffering).
-I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint, my heart is like wax, it is melted into the midst of my bowels. My strength is dried up like a potsherd, my tongue cleave to my jaws, and you have brought me into dust of death Psalm 22:1, 14,15
-This Holy Spirit as my witness, these last two verses of scriptures were my husband’s complaint day and night, how he had no strength, how he thirst in a way, in his mouth, his tongue and in his lungs in ways so mightily distressing he couldn’t place into words. I brought him home on the seventeenth he would be dead by the twenty-first, I still can’t believe it, although my ministry has been compared gravely to the prophet’s Ezekiel’s ministry to Judah, I never thought like him, God would as a demonstration to America, to this world, God would take my husband from me. He would as He’d tearfully described in the mid nineties, how his people had been stripped of everything Jesus Christ, stripped naked and bear, how he would strip their leaders. Describable by the Holy Spirit this horror had been done to my husband Mack as a demonstration to what God was about to do to all persons, households and nations on this planet unrepentant in His (God’s) sight.
-As I said once before, up until Mack took his last breath I thought he would live, I pleaded the blood of the Lamb of God, nothing on this earth, or in the heavens was more powerful, I thought and thus I believed my husband would live. The morning of, well first I need to describe to you what they’d done to my husband’s heart, the blood transfusion, the blood thinning, and all the blood they took from him just before we left the hospital. My husband, and God knows what is so heart breaking to me, my husband not only had an irregular heart beat, it was like a heart beat within a heartbeat, but he had a heart that was so rapid. To be honest, it was like someone handcuffed him or he was now caught behind one of these fast moving vehicles he’d been dodging for a cure that never, ever slowed down and this is how he was left to live out the remainder of his days.
-Unable to maintain any strength he lost the use of his legs, he got so he couldn’t talk, he got so he couldn’t think, how could he? His heart was pumping a hundred times per minute, I was dumbfounded that they’d left him this way, left his heart this way. I can’t tell you how this one reality tore my own heart clean out, siege terribly this way and incapable of using anything but his arms, this is how he awaken me the morning of. Knowing my oldest son as I’d persuaded him was gone home, as so my youngest son, Mack asked me about our live in granddaughter Latesia. I could barely understand him at this point, but now I know he was making certain I wasn’t alone, I’d fallen asleep like most nights with my hand on his rapid heart beating years of life per seconds out of him, praying to the God of heaven for mercy.
-This night he awaken me from sleep, had to be understand he wanted to get up, he couldn’t get up or sit up, it was as though he didn’t have one bone in his body. Though I trained and worked as a nursing assistant some years passed I knew how to get him up, I pulled a chair close. I brought him up, with his help I swung him around and I sit him into a chair, this wasn’t good, it was a low back chair and he needed a high back so I worked him into a high back chair for more support. I asked him did he want to hear music, he nod yes, so I walked over to the radio, I cut on the music CD, Martha Borg, of Jimmy Swaggart Ministry singing, ‘we are standing on Holy ground. I grabbed my bible, now you have to remember I still believed I could pray my husband well, so I grabbed my bible, I open it to Psalm 22 and I begin to read it, and just after Pslam 22, the 23rd, Psalm.
-The lord is my shepherd, thou hast prepared a table before me in the presence of my enemies, I didn’t realize it then, but this is how God, and not Satan got the glory. It was here I begin to realize Mack wasn’t responding, he was still breathing, but he’d lost eye to eye contact, and when I called him he wasn’t refocusing on me like he was before. I grabbed my anointing oil and I stared anointing him with crosses across his forward, at least three of them. I anoint you in the name of God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, that it be well with you, in your body, your blood, you substance. Then suddenly one by one, I closed his eyes, and I said the last thing I would say to my husband, I said, you are ascended and just as I said this he stopped breathing. Meaning his spirit left his body, meaning he gave up the ghost.
-I didn’t want him to stop breathing, I didn't know what I was ssying, doing, but at those three words he stopped breathing and I couldn’t feel his hard, fast heart anymore. I started screaming, I went knocking, crying and screaming at my granddaughter’s door, I needed her to come, to tell me I was wrong. Latesia started crying no, that she couldn’t, eventually we got the hospice nurse over, and she confirmed he was gone away. I remember standing in the kitchen crying when I glanced up at the clock and the clock was showing the time of 7:17. Hence, when you check the time of death on Mack’s death certificate, it’s 7:17, my husband Mack (McCluster), had been dreaming for years of being able whenever he desired to take off into the heavens to fly, I guess the morning of February 21st he really did fly away home to heaven, we laid his physical house into a grave four days later.
-Doing the repast, here, at my residence, 3569 Monessen Drive, Memphis, TN. 38128, enough food poured into this house until I could’ve feed my neighborhood for three days. There were people who not only took multiple plates homes, but some took boxes of food home, I couldn’t help but be reminded of that day in the park when we and our grandchildren were measuring out a sixty by forty eating table. Truly the Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, he make me to lie down in green pastures, he lead me besides the still waters, he restores my soul. He leads me in a path of righteousness for his name sake, yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod, thy staff, they comfort me. You prepares a table for me in the presence of my enemies, you anoint my head with oil, my cup runs over, surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. See also The Demonstration and just below it, Appointed To die www.demonicenemy2012.blogspot.com
That you be aware, that you be born again, that you know an Apostle of Jesus Christ is among you. As to pluck Ambers from the burning, take heed that no man deceive you, Apb, The Rising Above Ministry (RAM). Donate at www.paypal.com to email@example.com
Seem to be suffering the imprisonment of spouses, seem to be breaking in to get them out all without prevail, the fall of families gravely on the map 06/18/2011
For Salvation Pray: I’m sorry Lord God, forgive me for my sins, wash me and cleanse me and then, by Jesus Christ receive me into thy glory again.
Listening To: Selah: Amazing Grace
Hurry Lord Christ, Prince of Peace, and get us the Victory
The Spirit and The Bride Say Come www.repentnow2011.blogspot.com
My heart is like wax, it is melted in the midst of my bowels, Apb, The RAM