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    Meeting Truth: Meeting Jesus Saga, #5
    Meeting Truth: Meeting Jesus Saga, #5
    Meeting Truth: Meeting Jesus Saga, #5
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    Meeting Truth: Meeting Jesus Saga, #5

    By David Bergsland

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    The Truth & Beauty gallery is a new revelation

     

    The Lord builds on what He has started. But, they had no idea how radical the new work truly is. Daniel and Karen Windrush are uneasy. Daniel is the anointed artist who has had a major exhibition in Santa Fe at Nizhóní Artwork. But in Taos, New Mexico, they are frustrated. Their little gallery there is insignifigant and useless in the Kingdom.

     

    They sense change is coming, and when it does their world is radically changed. It's as if they are Cinderella and the fairy godfather arrives. Yet this new man in their lives begins his entry with a radical rebirth into the Kingdom of the Messiah.

     

    The story of Hans and Mildred Gunnarson is old yet radically new. The Lord has big things for them to do—beyond their wildest imaginations. But then, walking in newness of life is always the story of a move from the World to the Kingdom. The strait and narrow path leads to adventure and not many choose to take that journey.

     

    The Taoseños in this small artistic town in northern New Mexico have no idea what is coming—though the enemy is near panic. The Kingdom brings peace through truth and beauty. That's a lot to handle—even for the people called to the work.

     

    But as usual, step by step, line upon line, precept upon precept, His plan unfolds. The Creator has things for them to do. At times the joy flips them over into worship, but He is worthy of that—as you know.

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    PublisherDavid Bergsland
    Release dateFeb 1, 2024
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    Meeting Truth: Meeting Jesus Saga, #5
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    David Bergsland

    For me, my early life culminated with the great rebellion of the sixties. Ending up as a fine artist and heavy user of pot and acid, I needed help. I met Jesus in 1974, and my life began, for real. The Lord gave me an amazing Godly woman for my wife in 1976. I became a graphic designer, font designer, and desktop publisher. In 1991, I began teaching printing and digital publishing. That resulted in writing dozens of books and booklets about the practical processes, using InDesign, Photoshop, and Illustrator. In 2009, I began the transformation into an author of fiction. By the end of 2022, I had 17 novels in five series, as I have developed my craft. This book is #20, and is the third book of the sixth series. I’m using Christian contemporary speculative fiction with some Biblical romance to share stories about the reality of how Jesus touches our day-to-day lives, while being strongly focused upon Biblical truth. I put the stereotypical Bible quoters in the same category as robo-callers. I attempt to reveal Jesus within a realistic world sharing my experiences. The goal is to reveal Jesus as a loving Creator building people into what they are designed to be. I currently assume time is running short, and the final harvest is here.

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      Meeting Truth - David Bergsland

      Meeting Evil

      The enemy hiding in Santa Fe

      David Bergsland

      Independently Published by

      These materials were written by David Bergsland © 2024; Released: February, 2024; Reformatted December 2024

      Designed & formatted by Radiqx Press • All rights reserved

      http://www.radiqx.com • david@radiqx.com

      This is a work of fiction. Any association with real people is unintentional, happens in your mind, and is your responsibility. The locations are used fictionally also. The author only asks that you open your eyes to see what is going on around us in the world.

      This novel has been given to me by my Lord and King, Jesus of Nazareth. The blessings He has poured, and continues to pour, upon me would be incomprehensible if I were not living in them day by day. I am grateful and love Him as much as He gives me the grace to love.

      What is going on here?

      ≈The reasons why: this is an outrageous book

      Actually, it’s not, unless you’re a non-believer or a religious believer. For you some of this will seem very outrageous—even unbelievable. However, that’s my point. This is the way I live day to day.

      The only ways it differs are in what is in the story and what is left out. I use the Biblical model. I talk about the important stuff and let the things which do not matter slide by.

      For example, recently I was having a bad time. Mentally I was a mess. I suspected demons were harassing me. I prayed in the Spirit asking the Lord what was going on. That led to me binding and removing the enemy, in the name of Jesus. Then I prayed that He would help me get to sleep. He did, and I woke up in the morning in good shape. I wouldn’t add stuff like that because it isn’t edifying—just daily living in the Kingdom. In this intro, it helps.

      The premise of these books (this is book four) is that the Lord is directly calling men and women for an accelerated ministry to help bring in the final harvest before He comes to pull His bride out of here. This book takes place during the fourth year.

      However, I have personally experienced the vast majority of events, miracles, and so forth in these books in my nearly fifty years of walking with the Lord. Some of them happened to friends. A few are entertainment, But, hey, we’re dealing with a man/God who walked on water, changed water into aged wine, raised the dead, and all the rest. The events in these books don’t really reach that level.

      So, is the book outrageous—only to the non-believer. For the believer, it will seem very familiar and cause praise and worship to rise within you. At least it did for me. I hope it blesses you, and edifies you. Shalom!

      The normal warning about the content

      ≈Teaching spiritual Truth: requires both good and evil

      My goal has been to present the Truth about our daily walk in the Spirit. The lives of those born of God are very different from the religious norm. Hopefully, we proceed with daily guidance and prompting from the Holy Spirit—with no decision made until one is convinced that the Lord agrees.

      A careful study of scripture reveals God’s desire to communicate directly with each of us, daily, personally, and in great intimacy. We learn about the Kingdom. One of the first things we learn concerns spiritual warfare—the daily battle with forces of evil.

      So, if I’m going to share the Truth about walking in the Spirit, I also need to share the Truth about our enemy. This is not a Hollywierd extravaganza. But we deal regularly with fallen angels, evil spirits, and demons who oppose everything the Lord wants to do. However, they’re rarely seen in the open. Plus, they actually have very limited power—the Lord uses them as a teaching tool. This book exposes the truth about them.

      I was deeply involved in the occult before the Lord called me out of that mess. As a result, I have understandings of occultic activity which many do not have. They are a ruthless, depraved, cunning enemy based on lies and manipulation. They take real power from people—unless they are stopped by a true believer.

      I show those things in throughout this saga. Many of the spiritual things mentioned in the story come directly from my personal experiences. I trust you have no trouble understanding that.

      1

      A bad sale to a nasty customer

      ≈Thursday, February 11: Half Moon+ Market, Santa Fe

      Jasmin Wildhorse was a hidden woman running a small market in the Half Moon+ mansion on Upper Canyon Road in Santa Fe, owned by Tosahwi Chibitty, selling sacred items for use in the Half Moon+ Church. It was an occultic variation of the Native American Church which used psilocybin [magic mushroom] instead of Peyote. Tosahwi was the Roadman, and had created the church under the guidance of Chloe Griogal from Inverness. She was his Fire Woman.

      Jasmin had been forced to attend two of the Half Moon+ ceremonies. The evil spirits had really been a problem for her. She’d managed to resist, but she wasn’t sure how. One of them had stood outside the wards, banging on their protective shield screaming at her. Chloe had banished him just for some quiet.

      Jasmin had become associated with Tosahwi through her husband, Uwat Wildhorse, before he met Chloe. Uwat had been a self-made, charismatic medicine man who styled himself after Isatai’i, a powerful Comanche warrior, medicine man, and prophet from the time of Quanah Parker, the founder of the NAC. However, two years ago, the arrogance of Uwat caused one of the new Cheyenne Dog Soldiers to ritually kill him with one of his three Sacred Arrows.

      Since then Tosahwi had taken care of her, though she had been informed of his intention to add her as one of his wifes. She had started her own business selling Peyote Gourd rattles, water-drums, feather fans, plus other materials for making ceremonial paraphernalia for Native American Church services and events.

      Since they had moved to Santa Fe, things had radically changed. Chloe moved in, and the new church was started. Jasmin saw that Chloe was in charge. Tosahwi seemed to be dragged around by his groin. His lust for that strange woman was blatant and grotesque. Of course, so was Chloe. Dark red hair flying out in complicated tousles, thick makeup to make her look deathly white, lipstick which matched her hair, It was all topped off with clothing which passed far beyond enticing, well into lewd.

      Jasmin tried to keep out of the way. For her business, she had added many other native sacred items like smudge sticks, white sage, corn pollen, and the flat cedar used by the various indigenous groups in New Mexico and northern Arizona.

      The door opened, and she saw Bimisi, the Jicarilla Apache medicine man from northern New Mexico, walk into the small room. She tightened up. Bimisi had severe anger management issues, and looked it. His long black hair was separated into two thick braids with beadwork and falcon feathers attached to the ends. His neck was thick, surrounded by massive shoulders on the short barrel-chested man. His dark eyes glared at her, past his flat broad nose, and tight lips.

      He looked down into the glass top case which held her smudging materials. He saw the white sage, Let me see one of the large bundles.

      She dropped down the door in the back of the case and carefully pulled out a bundle for him.

      He took it and lifted it to his nose. He shrieked in anger, threw the bundle on the floor, and crushed it to powder under his boot. How dare you… the words lashed out in a low growl, as he began chanting, pulling out a complex beaded wand of feathers. Then he pointed the wand at her with a guttural burst of some language she had never heard.

      Then he wheeled and stomped out of the market, slamming the door behind him. In the silence which followed, Jasmin became aware of a growing clamor of voices. Some were loud, some piercing shrieks, most were mutterings which blended into a chaos of sound out of which came the words, I have you now!

      A wave of raw terror crashed over her, drowning her in uncontrollable fear. It was the same spirit who was screaming at her during that ceremony! She dropped to the floor on her knees, with her hands covering her ears, crying out in contorted exclamations of horror. She was like that until she finally passed out.

      She woke several times during the night, Each time the demon was hammering on her. You can’t imagine the orgasms I provide…you’ll love it…the power is wonderful…all you have to do is let me in. I’ll make your life wonderful and you can help Tosahwi a lot. He loves you.

      As she resisted, the pressure of the terror would slam back onto her, building, and building until her mind found respite in unconsciousness.

      When she came to again, he was instantly back at her. This time he might make her aroused against her will. All the time he was wheedling about how wonderful it would be. She couldn’t imagine how good it would be for her. On it went with her body responding to him though she wanted nothing to do with that demon.

      Eventually, he would seemingly give up and the terror and horror would overwhelm her again. She found herself screaming No! No! Never! Go away! Until her throat was raw. Then eventually, after what seemed to be many long hours, she would pass out again.

      Sometime during the early morning, he gave up, and she slept. Somehow that was different from passing out. She was aware that the demon had left.

      When she awoke, it was very early in the morning. She discovered she was in her room, but she had no idea how she got there. She laid there in her bed, still fully clothed, waiting for it all to begin again. But it did not.

      Eventually, she carefully got out of bed, peeled off her sweaty, still damp clothes, and climbed into the shower. Once she was cleaned up, she carefully re-braided her hair, and pulled on a fresh set of work clothes. At the mansion that meant lined flannel, as Tosahwi kept the place cold. So, she dressed for comfort, in a lined green flannel shirt and heavy lined jeans, with her old hiking boots.

      She headed down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. She made some chewy oatmeal, thick enough to stand her spoon in it, filled it with dried cranberries, pecans, and covering it all with a delicious dark brown cane sugar and whole milk.

      There was fresh coffee in the pot. So she filled an insulated stainless mug, grabbed her bowl of oatmeal, and headed for the sun room.

      There was a nice small table there which looked out over the city, the whole way across the Rio Grande River to the Jemez Mountains miles away.

      She sat there recovering from the memories of what had happened in the market the day before and all last night. Suddenly, the terror returned, and she was helpless again. But this time the wave of horror receded quickly, as Tosahwi walked in to join her.

      He noticed the look on her face. Are you all right? When I found you in the market last night, you had the same look. I didn’t know what to do. So, I just picked you up and carried you to your room. What’s going on?

      She told him an edited version of Bimisi’s visit to the market. "He asked me for a large bundle of the white sage. He sniffed it, threw it on the floor, crushing it with his boot. He conjured up some kind of spell and cast it on me. Then he turned and stomped out of the market.

      I was overwhelmed with spirit voices, ending up on the floor. It got so bad, I think I just passed out. This morning I feel fine, though I just had a quick burst of whatever he put on me, which went away when you walked into the room. I have no idea what’s going on.

      Tosahwi burst into raucous laughter. Those Apache pranksters are priceless. I’ll bet it was just a ploy to get you to lower your prices. He’ll probably be back today for a better deal. He’ll release the curse when you do it.

      Jasmin knew better than that, but she didn’t say anything. She knew Tosahwi also had a brutal streak. So, she forced herself into pleasant nothings, meaningless chatter, as she calmed down.

      Chloe came in. Today she was dressed in a clingy, translucent dress which was skin tight and barely covered her attributes. Before long, she was rubbing against him and he lost control. He jumped to his feet. She grabbed his hand and flounced out of the sun room, flashing a look of victory at Jasmin—dragging Tosahwi along behind her.

      The next week seemed to be literal Hell, if there was such a place. Bimisi never came back. This had to do with Chloe. Somehow that red-haired slut seemed almost jealous of her. You can have him. I don’t want him, she muttered. But that quickly turned meaningless.

      Her life became almost unbearable. The attacks would come, some long and loud, some quick and relatively painless, but all unexpected, unpredictable, and horrifying. Day, night, waking her up in the middle of the night, she never knew when the next attack would come, or how long it would last. Her resistance was weakening.

      Increasingly, she was leading a life on the edge of panic, all the time. Her brain was no longer capable of coherent thought. The voices were now working on her to kill herself and get it over with. What scared her was that option was beginning to look good.

      But she was afraid it would continue after she died. She didn’t know if she would ever escape. Maybe she should just give up and give him what he wanted. It might actually be her best option.

      2

      Settled in on Canyon Road

      ≈Thursday, February 18: William’s studio, Nizhóní Artwork

      William Turnstall’s heart was full. His artist residency was the fulfillment of his whole life. He had developed an extensive group of people who loved him and enjoyed coming up to visit while he worked. There were rarely more than five or six, but always one or two.

      They had begun asking why he did things the way he did. Initially, it had irked him a little, but then he found out that the need to explain helped his prayer life. He had wiser, better directed prayers because the Holy Spirit was showing him things that he hadn’t known were going on.

      In addition, the Lord was showing him where the reality in his images was. It was often in some little movement of a face wrinkle which indicated what the subject was thinking. But he soon discovered that he couldn’t add those things in on purpose without ruining the reality. It had to come in with the anointing. Only the Holy Spirit had enough wisdom and knowledge to fit that info in with his work—as he was producing it.

      It was a wonder to behold. He often found himself in worship. He would break out in praise and begin singing in the spirit. The people watching would join in with him. It was a real time of joy for all of them.

      There was something extra when Eloy joined him there. They couldn’t figure it out. Maybe it was the Bezalel Anointing the Lord gave him, just after he met Jesus, adding to William’s anointing. Possibly the Lord just did it to bless two of His specially called men. But it was often a real blessed moment for everyone who happened to be present at the time. Of course, sometimes nothing happened—to keep them humble and to prevent the development of a religious moment or worse.

      The entire corner of the hall was developing a sense of Presence and holiness. It wasn’t William or any of the people. It was that the Lord and His Holy Spirit were invited and welcomed there.

      His visitors talked a little about some emotional and intellectual healings. It was all held in reverence. Somehow they all knew that if it became a show the blessing would vanish. The reality would dissolve if it became religious.

      But it became common knowledge among the visitors that if they came depressed or burdened, they would leave comforted and strengthened. It was a holy time, and they all feared to break it. The Biblical meaning of the Hebrew word translated feared in the sense of reverent awe was uncommon today, but it filled the entire hall in which the studio placed.

      3

      Jasmin reaches her limit

      ≈Friday, February 19: Jasmin’s room, Half Moon+ mansion

      Jasmin woke, got dressed, and simply headed out to the sun room with a fresh mug of coffee. She was perilously close to the end, and she knew it. But she didn’t want to die. That was new to her, but she was certain.

      She sat there looking out at the beauty of the mountains to the east, and a long vista to the west over Santa Fe. She’d been sitting here for well over an hour, just staring dreading the assault which was sure to come. There has to be a way to stop these attacks. Tosahwi could fix it, but he thought it was a joke. Uwat could have fixed it easily, but he was dead. What an idiot, she muttered.

      He was a fool.

      Her head snapped around. That voice was in the room. But she couldn’t see anyone. Strange, there’s no terror this time. I wonder what’s different? A different spirit.

      What is going on? She spoke to the room, but she now knew the voice was within her head. It had answered her thought. The terror isn’t enough. Now, I’m going crazy. I need to get rid of that damned spirit. I can do that.

      Who are you? Jesus. The Great Spirit? Now I know I’m losing it. The Great Spirit is a lie. I’m the Messiah.

      The real one, from the Bible? This was getting to be too much. All she wanted to do was get rid of the damned demon. But, the Biblical Jesus had power over the demons. She was off again—wondering, doubting, getting more and more angry. Enough! I need some help here.

      What do you want to do?

      That question hit her like a brick. She had no idea. She hated her life at this mansion in the hills. No one here cared if she lived or died. Tosahwi wanted to get into her pants, but that would only happen over her dead body. She was living a useless, meaningless life, terrorized by a demon, and now she had a voice telling her he was the Messiah and He was asking her what she wanted to do!

      She had no idea. All she’d been doing was rolling with the punches for years. She was tired of that. Then she knew. The words flowed out of her mouth. I want to be someone who matters by helping people get free from the bondages of the world. This world is a horrible place. I want to meet some people I can work with to make this a better place to live—people I can trust, who love me.

      I can make that happen for you.

      Her mind leapt for that hope. If it was real she wanted it. How can I get that done? But, this Messiah said he can do it. What have I got to lose? What do you want me to do? And there was nothing, The room was still, absolute quiet. All she could do was wait. She should be anxious, but she wasn’t—very unusual. She waited.

      Go to your room, and get the ceremonial Bible from the drawer next to your bed. Read the Gospel of John, Chapter 3. You’ll have questions. Go open the market before three o’clock, and wait. A kind, elderly woman will come in and hand you a card. She’ll say that is where you can get your answers.

      The room was empty again.

      That was strange. But it seems simple enough. So, she obeyed her orders. She went to her room and found the Bible. He knew right where it was. Startled, she then opened the Bible, which fell open to John 3 in his Gospel. With fear and awe, she started reading. She wasn’t hopeful.

      She’d tried reading the Bible before, and it confused her. It kept saying things like what they read at the peyote ceremonies. Confusing stuff. Very strange things.

      But this time it was different. The words were clear as crystal. She could see that Nicodemus, whoever he was, just didn’t have a clue. He’s like I was before! That truth snapped her eyes wide open.

      She kept reading and the words were like honey in her mouth. They were obvious and true. This Jesus was not the Great Spirit. He was God’s Son and she knew that was true, deep inside. He was offering her eternal life, and she knew it was a real offer.

      The trouble seemed to be that part about being born of water and the spirit. Somehow, I need to be born from above. How do I do that? Those must be the questions he had told her she’d have.

      She looked at the clock. It was barely noon. I need a nap. She was sure of that also. She set her alarm to two o’clock so she’d have time to get cleaned up and get the market open.

      She laid down and was sound asleep in a couple seconds. Then she woke up and looked at the clock. It read three minutes before two. He kept me from being jarred by the alarm. That’s thoughtful. She got up and went into the bathroom to get herself ready. She spent some time getting her braids arranged well. She even added a touch of perfume. I wonder how this will work out?

      She left the room and headed for the market. When she entered, she noticed she’d let things get messy. So, she cleaned everything up. Tosahwi stopped by, but it didn’t faze her. He was pleasant, wondering if she was doing better.

      She looked to see if he was serious. Actually, I’m doing well. Those episodes seem to be over. Everything seems back to normal. Thank you for asking. She gave him a smile.

      He seemed puzzled, but he didn’t say anything. He just left. She finished cleaning, And then she waited. In the beginning, she waited in peace. But then she began to get a bit anxious. No, the Messiah told me what would happen. He never said when—other than it will be today in here.

      She got herself straightened up.

      A couple minutes later, the door opened. A small, elderly, stereotypical grandmother walked in. She walked over to the counter in front of Jasmin. He told me to give you this. He said to tell you that only the Messiah can deal with spirits like the one coming after you. The people who run this meeting can help you. She gave Jasmin a bright smile, turned and, with grace, walked back out the door.

      Jasmin looked at the card. All it said was, Friday Meeting with Jesus. Bezalel Anointing @ 7:00PM. She found it strange that she not only knew what Bezalel Anointing was, but also where it was located. It was close enough to walk, and there was also a place where she could get a bite to eat on the way.

      So, she closed everything down at the normal time, five o’clock, shut down the market, and headed down the canyon. There was one brief jolt of terror, but it went away immediately. Thank you, Jesus.

      She somehow knew that He had just shown her that He was in complete control.

      4

      A new woman at the Meeting

      ≈Friday, February 19: Friday Meeting, de Salas home

      The Friday Meeting had moved back into the de Salas living room. A woman came in and something in her touched William as soon as he saw her. She was graceful, with dark blonde hair in fancy braids wrapped on top of her head. She wore round wire-rim glasses that accentuated her deep blue eyes. The nose was small and straight, and the mouth had not seen many smiles recently. She was wearing a lined flannel shirt, heavy blue jeans, and well-worn hiking boots.

      She was agitated, near panic, thinking Evidently, the Lord is helping me already, because I arrived on time with no difficulty. Haseya saw the problem immediately, Hello, my name’s Haseya. Can I help you in any way tonight?

      Her story came out in a rush, starting with her name, Jasmin Wildhorse, explaining that she made smudge sticks, ceremonial things for the Native American Church, sacred stones and crystals, and various sacred items for the use of indigenous holy men and women. Over a week ago, she had shown something to a Jicarilla Apache holy man, and somehow made him very angry. He had called up a horrid spirit and commanded it to terrorize her. It was very good at its assigned task.

      "This morning I was about ready to give up. Then suddenly Jesus talked to me. It was the real Jesus, not the Great Spirit. In fact, He told me the Great Spirit was a lie. He asked me what I wanted to do. I had no idea. I was wrestling with the whole thing and then it just came out. I think He’ll help me repeat my answer, ‘I want to be someone who matters by helping people get free from the bondages of the world. This world is a horrible place. I want to meet some people I can work with to make this a better place to live—people I can trust, who love me.’

      "He told me that he could make that happen. That shook me up a bit, but with no hope I asked him what He wanted me to do. He told me to go back to my room and pull out an old ceremonial Bible I had and read the Gospel of John, chapter 3. I pulled it out, and the book fell open at that spot. At the peyote ceremonies, it was all confusing. Nothing that they read made any sense.

      "But this time, it was clear as a bell. I discovered that Jesus was the Son of God, and that if I believe that, he’ll give me eternal life. I do believe that, but I don’t know how. I read it all. He had told me I’d have questions. And I did, I can see I need to be born again, but I have no idea how. But he had also told me that I should open my shop by three and a kind woman elder would come in and hand me a card, telling me where to get the answers.

      "This afternoon, another customer—a nice grandmother, in appearance, came in the market and told me, ‘Only the Messiah can deal with spirits like the one coming after you.’ She handed me this card, and she said, ‘The people who run this meeting can help you.’ Here’s the card. It’s for the Friday Meeting with Jesus. Somehow I knew where this meeting was. I closed down, left, walked down, and got a bite to eat at the teahouse up the road from here. So here I am hoping you’re the right person.

      I need help. If Jesus can help me, I want—no, I need to meet Him, or whatever I need to do. The terror is driving me to my death—pushing suicide.

      Haseya snapped, You foul spirit terrorizing Jasmin, I bind you in the name of Jesus. You get your hands off of her. Jesus, please clear her mind so she can think again.

      You could see the change in the woman within a couple of seconds. She relaxed, took a deep breath, and said very soft, Thank you, Haseya.

      No, Jasmin, thank Jesus. It was He who took care of the demon for you… After a brief pause, she continued, "To stay clean, you

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