Returning Glory website
Towards the end of our stay at Tabitha’s we were invited to go to a ranch of a friend of Moziah’s, Roxanne van Riessen who together with her husband Gary run the “Returning Glory” ranch at Pleasant Hill in Missouri. This is no ordinary ranch however. It’s place where people can undergo “equine assisted learning” and because of its therapeutic pay-off, it can be interpreted as a wholesome and non-invasive alternative to the more conventional approach involving recliner chairs and bow-tie-wearing, toxic medication prescribing lab-coats.
It must’ve been decided somewhere down the road that I should give this unconventional therapeutic approach a try. Why I was chosen is not hard to guess though since I probably had the most bruised and battered soul of us all and so would stand to gain most from this remarkable learning opportunity.
Moziah were to later tell me that while the Van Riessens kindly and freely extended this learning experience to me, the reader should not get the impression that they charge no counseling fees at all. They do, in fact. Although counseling is free of charge for children under 18 years of age.
The night before we were about to go to the ranch however Moziah spoke some poignant words that rather upset me, or rather upset that what still remained in me. Just prior she had meditated and conferred with the Holy Spirit regarding my rather worrisome and obnoxious behavior that almost drove Moziah to the point of lashing out to me. Mind you, I wasn’t really conscious of my behavior and was too busy being deluded and distracted by the pain and discomfort caused by my condition. The Holy Spirit spoke to Moziah that I still had Jezebel in me, that tenacious and vindictive spirit had not left during my second deliverance session after all. When Moziah asked why she was still in me, the Holy Spirit had told her that “nobody had asked her to leave.”
With this new revelation Moziah proceeded to send out a clear and determined eviction notice to my Jezebel spirit, right before I were to go nighty-night mind you. As a consequence, I laid awake for like an hour or longer while feeling restless and upset. The next morning, unlike other mornings, I woke up late, was feeling miserable and in a state of abdominal pain that would last well into the day. In fact, as is typical, it never quite cleared up during the day but I did manage to man myself up to some extent.
| Reading about Jezebel with Jezebel |
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| I remember the time when we were in New York and I was sitting in a coffee-shop drinking vanilla coffee and reading from a book about how to recognize and fight the Jezebel spirit. I was brought there so that Moziah and Tabitha, in all quietness and privacy, could successfully cast out this very same spirit in a friend. In spite of the caffeine jolts, I normally drink hardly any coffee you see, I found myself not being able to read very quickly and efficiently. After I was picked up when that friend had been delivered, I tried to read some more later that day while being outside in the sun-shine, only to find myself being too tired to read for long periods of time. When I got back to our Motel room, I crashed on my bed and fell asleep during the middle of the day. I woke up in a state of disorientation when Moziah and Tabitha arrived about an hour later. It dawned on me that Jezebel doesn’t like it when you read up on her and inducing sleepiness is her way of letting you know the extent of her “appreciation.” |
While we were driving in Tabi’s car on our way to the ranch I remember identifying with the lead character from the movie Trainspotting after he had stopped using heroin and was vegetating away in his regular pub with some friends and family, whose lively activity sharply contrasted his apathetic passivity. It needs to said though that my fellow travelers were all quite sympathetic rather than noisy.
It wasn’t the first time I felt this depressed though, but unlike previous occasions, I now know the likely culprit. Jezebel was not at all pleased with the news Moziah broke her. In fact, she must have been pretty ravenously mad and was therefore ferociously fighting back by causing me to feel this utterly lethargic and depressed. Moziah told me later that Jezebel emulated my disease symptoms so as to give the impression that previous deliverance attempts had been totally ineffective and that I simply remained just as sick as before. Hence she tried to make me believe that any follow-up deliverance attempts would also be redundant and futile deliverance attempts. You see, Jezebel is a very cunning and war-like spirit that as a rule will fight to the very bitter end. As it would soon turn out to be, my case of possession was no exception.
Gary and Roxanne Van Riessen
Around 10am we arrived at the ranch as planned. After a little socializing with the owners, which required a great deal of effort and discipline on my part since my mood obviously was dirt-poor, state law required me to sign up a contract whereby I would take full legal blame if something were to happen to me while working with the horses.
To my modest amazement Roxanne turned out to have the same maiden name as I do: Jonkers. [CLUE 1] Since both owners have Dutch ancestry it is not strictly impossible for a Dutch guy like myself to meet someone in the United States who happens to carry the same name as I do, but what are the odds? It’s not that Jonkers is a particularly widely prevalent name in Holland. I registered this as an another sign from God. Indeed, God would reveal his craftsmanship more clearly later that day.
With some doubt in my, nonetheless open, mind as to the effectiveness of the whole exercise, I walked together with Roxanne and Moziah to the horses. I think there were about 15 horses running about on the meadow belonging to the ranch. Roxanne explained to me that I were to choose a horse with my heart instead of my mind. With an imaginary ton of bricks in my borrowed cowboy boots I embarked on the search for that single horse who was supposed to fit the bill. I reckon I must have wandered around for about half an hour. I observed, approached and touched all horses of the ranch but none of them seem to stir something in me until I came across this one black horse called Max, who would stand me significantly longer than all the other horses did. Roxanne came up to me again and asked if this would be the horse I would like to work with. I thought I did good by answering in the affirmative and when she asked why I had chosen Max over the others, I simply replied that he lingered around longer than the other ones did.
“But ask the animals and they will teach you.” Job 12:7
Roxanne then put me to the simple task of trying to make the horse follow me. To my disappointment however, the horse would not budge and refused to follow me. She then asked me the pivotal question whether I really used my heart rather than my mind in choosing Max. I explained to her that the nature of my sickness makes it pretty much impossible for me to listen to my heart since the feelings issued by my sickness totally blot out its genuine feelings. In fact, as a general rule the feelings of misery tended to totally wipe out any kind of joy I had for life. My heart was completely cordoned off, inaccessible for all practical purposes. Such was the extent of the tragedy of my life. Hence choosing Max must have been based on my mind rather than my heart and I must admit that the act of choosing Max didn’t entirely feel right. I interpreted this hunch as being too weak to register it as being significant and revelatory. What did I know about genuine feelings at the time anyway.
As I was explaining my predicament to Roxanne and, with some despair and reluctance in my voice, raised the possibility of the futility of the whole undertaking and that it therefore perhaps would be better to just call it a day, to my necessarily impaired amazement out of the blue a brown horse came running up to us. She had been standing out of sight behind a couple of other horses at about a distance of 30-40 yards and now suddenly came trotting to us . It turned out to be “Amazing Grace,” a horse that suffered from arthritis and to my greater amazement also experienced digestive problems, just as I did. It was going to be the horse that would suit me after all. I had either been too physically incapacitated or, since I did notice the horse sticking out when I glanced over the meadow for the first time, too ignorant of my own instinctual feelings in choosing a suitable horse myself. So a horse chose me instead, although it wasn’t really the horse who did the choosing of course.
| Amazing Grace and Cowboy |
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| I were to later hear that the moment he met me Gary already had singled out Grace as being the designated horse for me. How right he was and it goes to show the level of his experience with horses and people. I would also hear that “Cowboy”, the ranch-dog, was quite eager to attack me when I was explaining my predicament to Roxanne about a hundred yards away. He must have sensed the presence of the spirit of Jezebel in me since, of and by myself, I’m actually quite fond of dogs. |
Roxanne and I then went with Grace inside to a disc-shaped area where the learning experience would further take place. She told me that because the horse was sick, she always was in a state of pain and discomfort, just like I was. However, she also explained that spurring Grace into guided movement mitigated her symptoms. After having shown me on how to make the horse follow its leader, Roxanne wanted me to give it go and asked me what I would enjoy having Grace do. In all candor I replied that I was too fatigued and too much in pain to basically enjoy anything. So after about half-an-hour into the session, I asked for a break. I just had to sit down for a bit. I felt that exhausted.
| Freedom to Stumble in the Dark |
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| I vaguely remember to have a brief discussion with Roxanne about God and why I might have difficulty accepting his guidance. I mumbled something along the lines that I would resent giving up my freedom. Later on however, I realized that freedom without God is like stumbling around in the dark, and I do mean dark dark. It never really gets you anywhere besides hospital-rooms where you have to recuperate from spiritual broken bones and sheer exhaustion. God on the other hand, turns on all the lights, in fact, He’ll feed you Light, so that you can see clearly where you are and where you can go to without getting hurt by otherwise unseen obstacles. |
The session never continued though since we had to head back because Tabitha had to be on time for work. It didn’t matter much though since I already had picked up on the gist of my lesson. You see, the horse obviously represented me, and Roxanne as the leader, represented God. As Roxanne led Grace into motion she lessened the pain and discomfort Grace was experiencing. It was self-evident to me that God had brought Grace to me. Likewise I too will experience less pain if I were to trust God in letting Him guide me. This advice is also on a par with the prophecies that were spoken over me at IHOP – the parts in which I was told that I could lower my defenses and trust the Lord completely. Although I was not in a position to joyfully express this realization at the time, it nonetheless very strongly registered with me.
Still feeling apathetic as ever we said goodbye to the Van Riessens and headed back to Tabitha’s place where I crash-landed on her most comfortable of chairs, which also happened to be most close-by fortunately, and it didn’t take long for me to doze off into a synthesis of a state of stupor and sleep. Jezebel was zapping my juice like a regular energy-vampire. And she sure excelled that day. Fortunately Moziah was so kind to divert my attention with a burger she had prepared for me. She is so wonderful and considerate.
Still feeling like a virtual zombie later that day though, I got myself together and went out for some fresh air and some privacy with my own thoughts. Only then did my mood seem to improve, even to the point where I became a bit open for social interaction.
But it didn’t exactly prevent my mind from being flooded with redundant thoughts for the entire duration of the day until Moziah came home after a brief visit to IHOP, and again distracted me with some food, this time fresh and raw veggies. Capable of reading minds, she would later tell me how she could hear my frantic mind going a hundred miles an hour with an incessant stream of questions and doubtful thoughts.
I apologized later on and admitted to having a busy mind, courtesy of a warring Jezebel… to some extent.
Continued…
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Previous articles I’ve written about Moziah:
Moziah Frees her Cousin Tina from Demonic Possession
Moziah Casts Out Lucifer (from Illuminati Grand Master Leo Zagami)
Sister Keri and Moziah – Fighting Evil on a Spiritual Level
Returning Glory website
Towards the end of our stay at Tabitha’s we were invited to go to a ranch of a friend of Moziah’s, Roxanne van Riessen who together with her husband Gary run the “Returning Glory” ranch at Pleasant Hill in Missouri. This is no ordinary ranch however. It’s place where people can undergo “equine assisted learning” and because of its therapeutic pay-off, it can be interpreted as a wholesome and non-invasive alternative to the more conventional approach involving recliner chairs and bow-tie-wearing, toxic medication prescribing lab-coats.
It must’ve been decided somewhere down the road that I should give this unconventional therapeutic approach a try. Why I was chosen is not hard to guess though since I probably had the most bruised and battered soul of us all and so would stand to gain most from this remarkable learning opportunity.
Moziah were to later tell me that while the Van Riessens kindly and freely extended this learning experience to me, the reader should not get the impression that they charge no counseling fees at all. They do, in fact. Although counseling is free of charge for children under 18 years of age.
The night before we were about to go to the ranch however Moziah spoke some poignant words that rather upset me, or rather upset that what still remained in me. Just prior she had meditated and conferred with the Holy Spirit regarding my rather worrisome and obnoxious behavior that almost drove Moziah to the point of lashing out to me. Mind you, I wasn’t really conscious of my behavior and was too busy being deluded and distracted by the pain and discomfort caused by my condition. The Holy Spirit spoke to Moziah that I still had Jezebel in me, that tenacious and vindictive spirit had not left during my second deliverance session after all. When Moziah asked why she was still in me, the Holy Spirit had told her that “nobody had asked her to leave.”
With this new revelation Moziah proceeded to send out a clear and determined eviction notice to my Jezebel spirit, right before I were to go nighty-night mind you. As a consequence, I laid awake for like an hour or longer while feeling restless and upset. The next morning, unlike other mornings, I woke up late, was feeling miserable and in a state of abdominal pain that would last well into the day. In fact, as is typical, it never quite cleared up during the day but I did manage to man myself up to some extent.
After I was picked up when that friend had been delivered, I tried to read some more later that day while being outside in the sun-shine, only to find myself being too tired to read for long periods of time. When I got back to our Motel room, I crashed on my bed and fell asleep during the middle of the day. I woke up in a state of disorientation when Moziah and Tabitha arrived about an hour later. It dawned on me that Jezebel doesn’t like it when you read up on her and inducing sleepiness is her way of letting you know the extent of her “appreciation.”
While we were driving in Tabi’s car on our way to the ranch I remember identifying with the lead character from the movie Trainspotting after he had stopped using heroin and was vegetating away in his regular pub with some friends and family, whose lively activity sharply contrasted his apathetic passivity. It needs to said though that my fellow travelers were all quite sympathetic rather than noisy.
It wasn’t the first time I felt this depressed though, but unlike previous occasions, I now know the likely culprit. Jezebel was not at all pleased with the news Moziah broke her. In fact, she must have been pretty ravenously mad and was therefore ferociously fighting back by causing me to feel this utterly lethargic and depressed. Moziah told me later that Jezebel emulated my disease symptoms so as to give the impression that previous deliverance attempts had been totally ineffective and that I simply remained just as sick as before. Hence she tried to make me believe that any follow-up deliverance attempts would also be redundant and futile deliverance attempts. You see, Jezebel is a very cunning and war-like spirit that as a rule will fight to the very bitter end. As it would soon turn out to be, my case of possession was no exception.
Gary and Roxanne Van Riessen
Around 10am we arrived at the ranch as planned. After a little socializing with the owners, which required a great deal of effort and discipline on my part since my mood obviously was dirt-poor, state law required me to sign up a contract whereby I would take full legal blame if something were to happen to me while working with the horses.
To my modest amazement Roxanne turned out to have the same maiden name as I do: Jonkers. [CLUE 1] Since both owners have Dutch ancestry it is not strictly impossible for a Dutch guy like myself to meet someone in the United States who happens to carry the same name as I do, but what are the odds? It’s not that Jonkers is a particularly widely prevalent name in Holland. I registered this as an another sign from God. Indeed, God would reveal his craftsmanship more clearly later that day.
With some doubt in my, nonetheless open, mind as to the effectiveness of the whole exercise, I walked together with Roxanne and Moziah to the horses. I think there were about 15 horses running about on the meadow belonging to the ranch. Roxanne explained to me that I were to choose a horse with my heart instead of my mind. With an imaginary ton of bricks in my borrowed cowboy boots I embarked on the search for that single horse who was supposed to fit the bill. I reckon I must have wandered around for about half an hour. I observed, approached and touched all horses of the ranch but none of them seem to stir something in me until I came across this one black horse called Max, who would stand me significantly longer than all the other horses did. Roxanne came up to me again and asked if this would be the horse I would like to work with. I thought I did good by answering in the affirmative and when she asked why I had chosen Max over the others, I simply replied that he lingered around longer than the other ones did.
“But ask the animals and they will teach you.” Job 12:7
Roxanne then put me to the simple task of trying to make the horse follow me. To my disappointment however, the horse would not budge and refused to follow me. She then asked me the pivotal question whether I really used my heart rather than my mind in choosing Max. I explained to her that the nature of my sickness makes it pretty much impossible for me to listen to my heart since the feelings issued by my sickness totally blot out its genuine feelings. In fact, as a general rule the feelings of misery tended to totally wipe out any kind of joy I had for life. My heart was completely cordoned off, inaccessible for all practical purposes. Such was the extent of the tragedy of my life. Hence choosing Max must have been based on my mind rather than my heart and I must admit that the act of choosing Max didn’t entirely feel right. I interpreted this hunch as being too weak to register it as being significant and revelatory. What did I know about genuine feelings at the time anyway.
As I was explaining my predicament to Roxanne and, with some despair and reluctance in my voice, raised the possibility of the futility of the whole undertaking and that it therefore perhaps would be better to just call it a day, to my necessarily impaired amazement out of the blue a brown horse came running up to us. She had been standing out of sight behind a couple of other horses at about a distance of 30-40 yards and now suddenly came trotting to us . It turned out to be “Amazing Grace,” a horse that suffered from arthritis and to my greater amazement also experienced digestive problems, just as I did. It was going to be the horse that would suit me after all. I had either been too physically incapacitated or, since I did notice the horse sticking out when I glanced over the meadow for the first time, too ignorant of my own instinctual feelings in choosing a suitable horse myself. So a horse chose me instead, although it wasn’t really the horse who did the choosing of course.
Roxanne and I then went with Grace inside to a disc-shaped area where the learning experience would further take place. She told me that because the horse was sick, she always was in a state of pain and discomfort, just like I was. However, she also explained that spurring Grace into guided movement mitigated her symptoms. After having shown me on how to make the horse follow its leader, Roxanne wanted me to give it go and asked me what I would enjoy having Grace do. In all candor I replied that I was too fatigued and too much in pain to basically enjoy anything. So after about half-an-hour into the session, I asked for a break. I just had to sit down for a bit. I felt that exhausted.
The session never continued though since we had to head back because Tabitha had to be on time for work. It didn’t matter much though since I already had picked up on the gist of my lesson. You see, the horse obviously represented me, and Roxanne as the leader, represented God. As Roxanne led Grace into motion she lessened the pain and discomfort Grace was experiencing. It was self-evident to me that God had brought Grace to me. Likewise I too will experience less pain if I were to trust God in letting Him guide me. This advice is also on a par with the prophecies that were spoken over me at IHOP – the parts in which I was told that I could lower my defenses and trust the Lord completely. Although I was not in a position to joyfully express this realization at the time, it nonetheless very strongly registered with me.
Still feeling apathetic as ever we said goodbye to the Van Riessens and headed back to Tabitha’s place where I crash-landed on her most comfortable of chairs, which also happened to be most close-by fortunately, and it didn’t take long for me to doze off into a synthesis of a state of stupor and sleep. Jezebel was zapping my juice like a regular energy-vampire. And she sure excelled that day. Fortunately Moziah was so kind to divert my attention with a burger she had prepared for me. She is so wonderful and considerate.
Still feeling like a virtual zombie later that day though, I got myself together and went out for some fresh air and some privacy with my own thoughts. Only then did my mood seem to improve, even to the point where I became a bit open for social interaction.
But it didn’t exactly prevent my mind from being flooded with redundant thoughts for the entire duration of the day until Moziah came home after a brief visit to IHOP, and again distracted me with some food, this time fresh and raw veggies. Capable of reading minds, she would later tell me how she could hear my frantic mind going a hundred miles an hour with an incessant stream of questions and doubtful thoughts.
I apologized later on and admitted to having a busy mind, courtesy of a warring Jezebel… to some extent.
Continued…
~
Previous articles I’ve written about Moziah:
Moziah Frees her Cousin Tina from Demonic Possession
Moziah Casts Out Lucifer (from Illuminati Grand Master Leo Zagami)
Sister Keri and Moziah – Fighting Evil on a Spiritual Level