I woke up this morning around 4:20 a.m. and a couple of minutes later I received a message from Jane, Vincent’s mum. She asked me if I was okay, then sent me the following pictures.
She said that he wasn’t being himself. What he told his mum was that (and I’m paraphrasing here) I’m being attacked on two fronts. He couldn’t be more correct.
Abaddon is in the upper left. He warned me through my friend Ken, a few months ago, that he has his own “helpers,” which Vincent has drawn as an attacking dog. The three imprisoned souls are to the left of the seated figure (me).
It appears that now that the family is back home, Abaddon has decided to turn his attention back on me.
I’d like to ask for your continued prayers for Vincent and his family, and I’d also like to ask for your prayers on my behalf. Vincent had it right when he told his mum he drew me the way he did because I don’t know ‘what way’ to turn.
As he put it, ‘It’s here. It’s there. From every way.’
I thought to myself, “That explains what’s been going on with me lately.”
I so wish that this was over, but as far as I’m concerned, it won’t be until the three souls imprisoned by Abaddon are free, or I’ve done everything I can to make sure it happens.But as my new friend, Susan Louise Hensby, told me just this morning, You know it’s going to be one hell of a fight to release these souls.
I know. It’s been a hell of a fight so far, and it’s not even close to being over yet. And Abaddon is upping the game.