Norma Holt's death
began
a journey through
the after-life and return to a new body and life with full memory of
reincarnation
She has answers most search
for all their lives and she is reaching out to you to hear her
story. It may change your life.
THIS IS HER TRUE STORY
One day while driving a horse and dray
through a paddock something happened. It was the body of
a 45 years old man lying far beneath me. I was dead and floating
above the scene as I entered the afterlife.
Everything
went black then communication with the Spirit
began.
In the supernatural world and
at one with the
Spirit there was no time or care but an overwhelming
sense of 'at last I can do it'. Many lifetimes
of frustration hit me but the reward was
a beautiful warm feeling and
peace unlike any other that filled the silent stillness
and heightened my senses.
Visions followed of a new life stretched out as a
line reaching into the distance. It pitched
up and
down with falls representing difficulties to be faced
and crests the better
times. Along it dates appeared and one
stood out - age 45. But my life would not be an easy one.
Standing above my new parents as they
were married the date is
well recorded. My birth took
place a month later.
With me came full recall of the switch from life to life and another
language to parents and siblings. Beginning this life as I continued
it - more as an observer than a partaker - my reincarnation
was a great
secret and handicap as I dealt with society's expectations while
trying desperately not to shock
anyone.
Aware of how my knowledge would be frowned on something
harkened me not to speak out to an unprepared world.
Religion teaches that women are weak and not creatures of God. This was one of
the first lies I would have to undo. The irony
that the
Spirit
sent me back as a woman with more power than
those who may put me down. This instilled within me a confidence that few can
understand.
A man in my last life and aware of male
tricks, egoes and methods for silencing women it was essential for me to
maintain close association with the Spirit.
Criticism for people like me make it difficult to speak out unless
one is on very solid ground. "Oh,
she's mad" or worse "don't take any notice of her she's got the devil in her."
Such
comments resonate in my mind of anyone who questions the establishment.
There was much I did not know and until the answers came
there was no point in speaking about it.
With a mountain of learning ahead only
at the peak of it would credibility for my story win out. As a small child I could not even reach the
first level.
The heat wave following my birth stood out. Placed in the bathroom at
Nanna's
house in a draft it was cold and lonely and I cried. It was the worst
ever heat on record as
bushfires took many lives on so-called
'Black Friday'. Memory of those early days is peppered with notable events.
At 4 mum took me along a new
street. She was dumbfounded when I suddenly cried out "We used
to live there!" "You couldn't possibly know that,"
she responded, "you were only 3 weeks old when we moved."
The scenes of the family inside and the odd shaped room I slept
in gave it away.
Her reaction and stern gaze promptly shut me
up, as so many children are silenced when they try to talk about
things that confuse adults. It caused my
withdrawal on this topic which became my big secret
linked as it is to a job waiting to be done.
Family members still discuss the other language and my skills and
abilities apparent from a very young age.
Driven like a speeding train through a jungle as I learned and
observed everything possible the experience of my childhood
is not something to wish upon others. It was not
something I questioned
either for the visions had shown it all to me.
Struggling to be understood through the accent of
the other language, that's the one I had from birth and which no one else
could understand, created communication problems.
That language, however, governed my thinking and connected me to the
Spirit. the accent it caused stayed with me well into my 20's.
It was obvious that there
would be plenty of time to complete my mission.
The Spirit protected and led me to discover
why people believe myths and things like
heaven and hell .
At age 5 my dear auntie Dot died which devastated the family.
She was my mother's only sibling.
At 37 a leg clot moved to her heart when 7 months pregnant.
Then as now she held a special place in my heart. If only I could
have
told them how it was with her now.
So my life began and underneath the woes and pain of what it dealt
me is the separation of my spirit from the physical. Its like
watching
a movie in which I play a role but am not really that character. I am
here to complete a mission and it seemed
an eternity before I would be able to do so. Meanwhile the preparation went on
It happened around 4 years of age that I became aware that
my body is female. Dad pointed it out one day when
I was trying to do something well beyond my abilities.
"Norma,"he said, "you can't do that - you're only a little girl."
The word 'only' hit hard with the consequences of being 'only
a girl' well known to me, even at that age.
Missing the strength of my former body my mind did not readily adjust to
not having it.
The enormity of the job ahead was suddenly compounded. Not only was I
coming from
a nothing kind of base but I had the greatest of mountains to climb and
massive hurdles to jump.
It was natural to blame myself for this 'mistake'.
Religion frowns upon women who claim
to speak for God and here I was a woman, so how could that have happened? It
would be many years before an explanation came from the Spirit who planned
my arrival along with the date, sex and place of it.
My parents were aware I was different and my father often said
"she's been here before."
As if things were not already bad enough my education began around
the same time. Taken to a Catholic school, although the family are
not catholic,
my emotions ran wild at the sight of the nuns who terrified me
as painful, horrible
memories emerged.
Entering the school gate clinging tightly to mum's hand it
was suddenly like being dragged to hell. One of the nuns
pried my hand loose before dragging me off screaming.
It was mid year and I was four and a
half. The other children had already been there for six months so I
was an item of curiosity to them.
A little thing for my age my heart sunk as we
entered
the building. In my mind it was
another drastic mistake and I asked the Spirit, "why?"
Flashback images of past tortures and deaths told me of things I should
not have recalled. Tortured and killed, obviously more than
once, for my spirituality in previous lives left me terribly scarred.
Now back in their
clutches the tears
were automatic and the fear indescribable.
Years later it was
shown to me that my education into man made religions and
gods was essential to do the job. Everything I learned about the Catholic
Church now serves a purpose.
What happened next shocked everyone. Taken to a classroom the nun
was more surprised than me when I
kicked her hard in the shins.
An expert at torturing little girls she grabbed me by the ankles,
turned me upside down and whacked me
several times on the bottom.
The instant of my release saw me racing home as though the devil
was after
me. Two high school girls gave chase but they were no match for my
speed.
Collapsing in Nanna's driveway it was my dear auntie Dot who poked
her head out of the window in response to the horrendous screams and
told the 2 puffed
out girls, who had descended on top of me, to leave me alone.
I have watched young children face their first day
fears of school but I have never
witnessed anything to equal my first day there. The terror inside me
made its mark on my face.
I quickly sized it up in the religious sense.
Its the world of the devil and I was in hell.
Statues that stood before me everyday
as images of things that do not exist impacted on my mind like dragons.
My peers were taught in my presence that non-
catholics are evil and can never go to heaven. In a place where I was the
only non-catholic the emotions that welled within are indescribable.
Jesus
Christ and
Mary were abhorrent to me from the beginning and the chills of despair in
the
presence of those idols are still felt.
Every day fresh flowers and candles were before them, every day prayers were
said to them, every day I cringed in the presence of this idolatrous evil.
For me
to partake in anything the Catholics did brought instant loss of Spirit.
Forced to pray, often with tears running down my cheeks, the pain was intolerable.
They considered me a partner to Satan but my thoughts of them
was far worse. Later visions and research confirmed my thinking.
These are the
robbers
who charge for
salvation, who preach peace yet war with and teach hatred sgainst
anyone outside their faith. Over the years in their care I heard repeatedly
the name calling and I saw the dreadful activities the children engaged in who
were considered worthy of a heavenly reward.
It was obvious that these kids did not take their religion too
seriously.
It was equally obvious that they do not know
spiritual peace while genuine love is beyond their reach as they pretend to
have it.
Nor do they recognise that the Spirit directs Its own to prevent
lies, acts of violence and religious involvement.
Catholic forefathers took the notion of 'sin'
and turned the Spirit
into the devil.
The Vatican
claims that anything spiritual
is of the devil, including healing,
speaking in tongues, and ridiculing the Church.
They say they can forgive sin. So with great rituals and last rites they
invoke their magic to reverse a lifetime of misdemeanors as they bury Mafia
members, murderers, robbers,
and anyone else who pays them enough for eternal salvation with the promise of
a heavenly existence.
Phooey!
They seem completely unaware of the Spirit's instructions that
fobids idolatry of any description.
Therefore hearken not ye to your
prophets, nor to your diviners, nor to your dreamers, nor to your enchanters,
which speak unto you, saying, Ye shall not serve the king of Babylon:
For they prophesy a lie unto you to remove you far from your land, and that
I should drive you out and you should perish . . .
For I have not sent them, saith God, yet they prophesy a lie in my name, that
I might drive you out, and that ye might perish . . . Jeremiah 27:9,10,15
It is
Babylon as shown to me by the Spirit.
One day I would go to the beginning of language to understand its true origins and
how man uses it to elevate himself above all other things, including
women.
Religions are full of robbers and people pay these crooks and co-conspirators,
to be part of the darkness. As a small child the brainwashing could easily erase
all knowledge of spiritual power that one is born with.
The tabernacles of robbers prosper, and
they that provoke God are secure; into whose hand God brings
abundantly.
Job 12:6
Loss of the spirit within was the worst
that happened
as the lies absorbed me in them. Then
the Spirit would call me back and refresh me.
And thine ears shall hear a word behind
thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right
hand, and when ye turn to the left. Ye shall defile also the covering of thy
graven images of gold: thou shall cast them away as a menstrous cloth;
thou shall say unto it, Get thee hence. Isaiah 30:21,22
During the years that followed I heard words
warning me to go this way or that. But still I sat in rooms
with images of the so-called Virgin Mary and Christ. As my religious
experience began within weeks there was another disaster.
Taken for the first time to Church for the Friday Angeles the place
sickened me. Big,
cold and impersonal, we were made to genuflect before the altar.
Sitting terrified in the pew as the other classes came in it
was a natural instinct to call out to the only friendly face around.
My sister, Betty, walked by me and I called
her name. The stern gaze of the terrorist nun
a couple of pews away told me instantly that I was in trouble.
Back at school she called me to the front of the toom and told me
to extend my hand as she threateningly wobbled a large cane
up and down in hers. My
left hand was raised reluctantly but no, it had to
be the right. This was the one damaged in a nasty fall the
previous Sunday.
Lifting it tentatively out tears were already
flowing as the cane came down. Thrash,
thrash, thrash, six times. Once more I was racing home at the speed
of light with big girls after me.
Blood poured from
the wound while the pain was unbearable. Getting off on the wrong foot
with that particular abuser was a regretful mistake. She delighted in hurting
me and the hatred in her eyes was beyond
belief. At 4.5 years there was no excuse for the punishment.
It taught me to turn the hatred around by being better than the Catholics,
by
being more honest than they, and a far better student. In later years I was
often the only one
sitting down for good work as my peers stood while learning the tasks
of the night before. She never saw how I turned out because she died of cancer
of the leg not long after. No one told me if it was the same one I kicked.
Dad frightened me
again that night when he arrived home from work and was
told about it. He had tended my wounds after the
fall gently digging the numerous bits of gravel from my badly
damaged elbow and leg before replacing the lump
of skin over the knuckle of my right small finger. Everyday he carefully removed
the dressings before applying his treatment and new bandages.
Outraged he yelled:
"I'll
kill them."
It taught me once again to shut up and take the punishment
which was less severe than dad going to jail for murder. These
harsh lessons helped me to find my way in an intolerable situation as
the lies went on.
And they bend their tongues like their
bow for lies; but they are not valiant for the truth upon the earth;
for they proceed from evil to evil, and they know not me, saith God
Jeremiah 9:3
Leaving school at 14 was like casting off a mantle of filth,
the menstrous cloth.
The
Spirit returned with strength and heralded
a productive time ahead. Visions were a normal part of life as
it took a new direction following nanna's death the previous year.
At 44 it changed dramatically after a painful
marriage and divorce. A vision of my husband as a dead fish floating away had
shown me that things were over between us.
Getting rid of him was not that easy, however, as he worked solidly
behind my back to bankrupt me and destroy my life.
It was when things became hopeless that the Spirit spoke:- "Norma,
go to Canberra."
At that time we were on the Central Coast of New South Wales, north
of Sydney, on a mortgaged farm. The country
was in a depression and my finances were non existent as my
business had collapsed.
That afternoon my children arrived from three different directions
and asked individually on entering the house: "Mum, can we
live in Canberra?"
The Spirit confirmed Its message through them.
With no money or job and heavily in debt with mortgage, car payments
and three children to keep it was hardly the time to think of moving.
We had no food, the electricity was
disconnected, the car was unregistered and bills were piled up.
If that was not bad enough the farm
equipment was repossessed and the car would probably be next.
Unexpectedly when replying to an ad
for a Company manager the place on offer was Canberra. Accepting the
position there were still hurdles to jump. Just making the journey
seemed impossible but the Spirit was at work, not me.
It moved mysteriously behind the scenes and a man arrived
on the farm soon after. Not knowing him he came 'out of the blue' to discuss
my situation and to
set wheels in motion to make our move possible.
A few days earlier I had approached a government agency for help without knowing
what would happen next. They had not given me much hope at that time but again
the Spirit was at work.
The car was soon
registered, food arrived and cash payments received to tide us over.
That week the government granted removal costs
for people with job offers away from home. We received petrol money,
deposit on a flat in Queanbeyan, just outside the ACT, and $2,000
removal
costs.
We hurriedly mobilised and within a week were in Canberra.
It was July 1983 and bitterly cold. The tiny 2 bedroom flat was
cramped and noisy as it also became home to our cat and dog, whom we
had to hife from the agent. From the first, however,
my income exceeded $2,000 and
all debts were quickly repaid.
In March a lovely 4 bedroom house was made available to us, thanks to
a kindly Real Estate Agent. The children were in
appropriate schools and peace beyond understanding came at last.
One day events
changed things forever.
First sinus struck me down! This evil disease was one of the
troughs shown to me in the pre-life visions. It would hit unannounced
whenever dust was
present or contact made with any form of bacteria.
Retiring to bed at 7.30pm in awful pain the bible went with me
which, in itself, was very strange. Still in
its case hardly ever opened after 30 years of ownership
it had meaning yet to be grasped, but this was hardly the time for such heavy
research.
Opening it, nonetheless, somewhere in the middle barely had 3 or 4
lines been read when the unbelievable happened.
The words became
unreadable.
Reclining in pain onto the pillow the
power of God hit me hard.
It pinned me from head to toe making it impossible to move a muscle.
Then a strong, authoritative
voice
spoke
in my head.
"Tear down the wall of churches,
go out to the people and bring back the young."
This simple message would eventually fill
volumes with meaning and years later it would happen.
At the time and with no idea what it meant 3 visions followed in rapid succession.
In the first
a figure resembling that portrayed of Jesus Christ preaching to a
crowd from the
top of a hill appeared.
In the second I had replaced him
In the third my face was on
a screen, like this one.
It was 1984 and I was 45 years old.
That age had stood out in the pre-life
visions as the most important. Ignorant of the
Internet at that time it is through it now
that my face appears along with the message.
How it will get to the world and change the attitudes of people is in God's
hands.
As the power released me I said, "If that is you heal my sinus".
There was no name, no ceremony, no ritual, no candles, and certainly no
prayer. It was a direct exchange from one mind to another. No! I am not mad but
if I had not seen the visions in my pre-life existence it would have been
freakish stuff. As it was it seemed so natural and expected.
As suddenly as it came the power left but it provided things
to remember the visit by and to prove it to others. My sinus was miraculously
healed and it has never reappeared
and everyone who knew me knew also of the burden it had been.
But there were other markers. The following morning I was
speaking in tongues that bring enormous power with messages and
healing. My children did not reject what had happened and 2 of them were later
also speaking in tongues.
Whom shall
[he] teach knowledge? and whom shall he make to understand doctrine?
them that are weaned from the milk, and drawn from the breasts.
For with stammering
lips and another tongue will God speak to this people. Isaiah 28:9,11
The bible hardly left my
hands after that as the words within it
came alive with powerful meaning. One of the first things learned was
how much of it is man made rubbish added to confuse, distort and hide
the real God, the Spirit of the Universe.
It has provided man with his greatest asset as it appears to give divine
credence to his evil. It built a wall which is impossible for me to tear down
but the Spirit will do it.
Led back and forth from cover to cover
passages from the Spirit were highlighted and stood out from
the
lies. In an effort to camouflage the nature of
God as Spirit men inserted passages to credit the lie of Jesus Christ.
Suddenly reality dawned as the memory of being between lives where there
is nothing but Spirit flooded back. There is no heaven and hell so why
would there be a so-called Son of God?
My knowledge of genetics and experience of bearing children highlights
the impossibility of a virgin birth. Only men whose minds are distorted
by abhorrent notions of women could dream up such a monstrous thing. Yet
they get away with it and my internal rage increased towards all things
religious.
Here is the pain of God exposed for the first time and I was made
to feel it and be outraged by it. Yet, anyone who
would attempt to reverse the situation was already branded and targeted
as a blasphemer, a devil and worse. This is me!
The hatred against the Spirit and what God wants
snowballs into wars, terrorism, psychotic illnesses, depression, and
unwanted children. Under its influence men murder each other and now the
world for money and power.
Religion accounts for overpopulation, environmental destruction,
global warming, greed, profit mongering, and sexually transmitted diseases
and there could be no stopping it without God's intervention. The bottom line is
that the Spirit created this evil and it was yet a puzzle as to why?
The question faced everyday since is how and why? Eventually these
answers would be provided but meanwhile the pain continued.
The learning curve seemed to be without end.
Months passed like days as the real picture emerged.
Not a day passed without new knowledge to give me
the authority and power the job calls for.
The lies told about God have built a wall and
the extent
of it reaches to the beginning of cognition and continues through
every nation, every religion, every society. It is too strong to
break, to high to climb and too deep to pass under.
Teaching me of the wall meant taking me to the
beginning of knowledge and the very first thoughts of a divine creature.
It took me to the Stone Age and to the origin of divine worship
and the depths of the imagination.
It taught me the very first signs of language and their
meaning and it allowed me to read the past like a book.
With that knowledge passages like the following from the
Old Testament became
ever clearer. They are stong messages of warning and promises of how the
Spirit will undo the lies.
Because, even because, they have seduced my people, saying, Peace;
and there was no peace; and one built up a wall, and, lo, others daubed it
with untempered mortar: Ezekiel 13:10
And I saw that wall in other visions as a giant dam holding
back the waters of the Spirit that should flow over God's people. What
came to light increased my anger and frustration. The job seemed immense
and anxiety to finish it also increased.
The journey appeared to be without end. But never once did I
tire of it.
The Spirit promised that
the wall will fall. Prophecy states that
a stormy wind will expose its roots. It was to those roots that
the Spirit took me and its substance became
very clear.
My new commission is to rip it down.
The tool for the job is the written word. Shown the
authorship of the New Testament and the evidence proving that Jesus Christ is
a lie
is enough to end it and bring 666 undone.
This story is set to blow around the world as
a whirlwind when it is known and talked about. It is a story based on facts and
supported in the plan of God.
Say unto them which daub
it with untempered mortar, that it shall fall . . . Therefore thus said
God; I will even rend it with a stormy wind in my fury . . . So will
I break down the wall that you have daubed with untempered mortar, and
bring it down to the ground, so that the foundation thereof shall be
discovered, and it shall fall . . . Ezekiel 13:11-14
Miracles happened from
then on as the power grew.
Around mid year while at a healing group a man suddenly appeared in
front of me. Dressed in a red robe over white his hand reached out and
touched my forehead as his arm hid his face. In an instant he was gone
but my forehead stayed warm for 2 hours afterwards.
Later I saw how it was a transference of power from
him to me, just as in the vision of the one preaching on the hilltop who
was replaced by me. It was not Jesus Christ whom I would replace but
the man who put him there - 666.
Pressure built to quit my job and work only for the Spirit.
The question was how?
Finally 2 messages delivered by perfect strangers
turned my blood to ice. "Where
I lead I will provide" and "fear
not for I am with you."
It happened when a friend, Anne,
asked me to attend a Catholic
Charismatic service.
Midway through the service
2 ladies delivered messages that caused the sensation.
Anne turned to me, "those messages are for you, aren't they?"
she said.
"Yes," I uttered still recovering from the effects of the
power.
The following Wednesday morning I resigned
my job. With little money in the bank and the mortgaged farm unresolved my
situation was worse than that. I had 3 chldren in private schools and the fees
were hefty, to say the least. They also had to be fed and the rent on our house
paid.
The Spirit had spoken and there was no choice in my mind but to obey. It was
the fulfillment of the visions in my prelife. The fact that action of this nature
could not be justified logically proves the reality of all that had gone before.
We were now entirely in the Spirit's hands.
An aquaintance, Harry,
a Church of God Pastor, saw me an hour
later. He received messages from the Spirit as soon as we
greeted each other.
"Norma
is doing my will and I am with her . . ."
The rest was long and detailed and is difficult to recall.
In the middle of the busiest intersection on the way home the
Spirit said: "The
name is the Family of Jesus.".
A new message was repeated constantly in my head for a week:
"Be baptised in my name, be baptised
in my name."
Barbara, a lady I met a few days earlier,
arrived the following Tuesday morning. We talked all day until finally
I told her about the message.
She arranged the baptism for the
following evening at
the only place in Canberra where such is possible. The Spirit had
sent me there for healing months before.
That night I was on fire and slept several feet above
the mattress. The next morning everything I picked up fell from my hands
as the power was so strong.
The baptism was dramatic. First an exciting, wonderful wind blew
around me and
through my clothes.
No windows or doors were open and the air-conditioning was off. My
daughters on either
side of me felt nothing.
As the service started a
message was delivered through tongues given
by one man and
interpreted by another.
It exposed things kept secret
all my life.
My commission and the job ahead were told of along with
the difficulties,
hate and anger they would bring. The isolation and learning that
was now taking place
would take me to the root of knowledge . "I will take you
to the depths of knowledge and you will be a tower to my people,"
It ended.
Only the Spirit could make such a public announcement.
The baptism that followed was an anti-climax.
The next morning as power gripped me vision after vision came.
They showed me separated from
money, assets, possessions, pride, or yearning. All were racing off
as in the wind. Some 2 hours later the cleansing was complete.
More commissions, visitations and miracles followed in coming
months as visions repeatedly showed me taking the place of Jesus Christ as
teacher
and how these words will spread like light around the world. As the
knowledge goes forth the darkness over the world will be lifted and the
earth will be cleansed of the lies. That was the meaning in my visions.
Back in the spirit with the Spririt and away from all things worldly
it was the same feeling as when between lives and the same age
as my last venture into the Spirit at death. No chains, no bars, and
no guards hinder me and no one but God makes decisions for me. This
time I was ready and knew I could do it. My life was not a whim but
part of a grand plan.
The children completed their education in the same schools as the Spirit organised.
Fees were cancelled in 2 cases and in the third, Margaret, my youngest
daughter was involved in a bus accident and twisted her leg. Healed later by
the Spirit she received a large insurance payout for the injury and the interest
from the trust account set up for her paid her fees.
The government gave me a single parents allowance and subsidised the rent so
nothing became difficult.
A month later I was back in that place where I was baptised and the
elements for communion were being served. In the
Pentecostal tradition the elements comprise grape juice and dry biscuits.
I took the offering and waited when suddenly my body lit up and before
me stood a man on a cross.
His head was hanging to the side when he lifted it, looked me in the eyes and
called my name."Norma!"
Inside I heard "Take me off the cross."
The look on his face haunts me to this day. It was that
of innocence, confusion, betrayal, pain, and enormous hurt and it reflected the
question I had been asking all my life - WHY?
Another commission was now received and this one bothered
me even more than the others. As a woman I could not imagine how on earth
I could do this.
What I did not reckon on was the power of the Spirit and the Internet. Although
it has been another huge learning curve to figure out the technology it fits the
visions perfectly and has given me a great tool to get the message out.
Other commissions were also received
along with more visions
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