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The first sermon that I preached was on 10- 25, 1981. Ironically, the last sermon I preached in the institutional church was also on October 25th, in 2008. It was from the storefront church that I had started in 1996. I have spoken or uttered since then, but not by taking a text out of its natural context and producing a message from it.
I estimate that I have preached at least 2000 sermons, perhaps more. The title of my last sermon was “What Do YOU Have To Burn?” Later that same week, God revealed to me that what I had to burn was the curious art called “preaching” because He revealed that “sermons are manmade and demonically produced and manipulated.”
I truly loved to preach. I preached as many as two sermons a week behind the pulpit for more than 25 years, sometimes more, during revival week and other special occasions. However, once God revealed to me that He does not empower the man-made art called homiletics, I have not prepared yet another sermon. Nor is there any desire left in me to preach a sermon, where a text is taken out of its natural context, and a man-made or even a demonic message is worked up from that text. So you might say that “I burned sermonizing out of my ministerial life.”
Out of thousands of sermons preached, 3 of them stand out as “getting away from me.”
I remember one in particular, preached on New Years Eve, close to midnight on 12/31/1987 at the church’s watch-night service. I was not the pastor of that church, I was merely an associate minister, chosen by my pastor to preach on his behalf.
At that time, I really wanted to shine, to get everybody shouting, dancing and rejoicing on New Years Eve, but a different spirit came upon me. Looking back, I now realize that the fallen angel assigned to me was secretly influencing my life in the romantic area. You see, on December 30th, ONE day before I preached, a supernatural incident occurred that was so powerful, that I became deceived to believe that after all of my struggles with men, that I had FINALLY found Mr. Right. So on New Years Eve, I was already emotionally charged up.
Pride goes before a fall. Deep in my spirit, I believed that God had blessed me with my special mate because I was more obedient and righteous then the rest of the sinners in that church. How wrong I was!!! SMH. Was the supernatural experience of God? No, it was from the religious fallen angel assigned to me, and I grabbed the bait, hook, line and sinker. So when I got behind that pulpit a day later, I was already in the hands of the devil, completely unawares.
I had intended that the sermon would be joyful and uplifting, when all of a sudden, similar to Kim Burrell’s style, I began to rant and pace. My tone became harsh and wild. I was walking up and down that stage like a crazy woman breathing out fire from my nostrils about the hypocritical Christians who came to church that night, only to justify their planned drinking, drugging and whoring around they intended to partake of after midnight, once they exchanged the pew for a bar stool. I called for the wrath of God to come upon all hypocrites. The irony is that when I pointed my finger to the sky, all of a sudden the building started to shake and a crack of lightning served as my background music. I found out later that the building was set in the middle of the traditional New Years Eve fireworks display at midnight. So when I called on the wrath of God, it seemed to all like He answered me from the sky with a quake and a bolt of lightning!!!! LOL
The people were absolutely un-nerved, some frightened and others outraged. This was a congregation that loved to party. They were revelers. They came to church every Sunday, and sinned 6 days a week and Sunday evenings. Truthfully, since I was not a sinner of THIS sort, I inwardly looked down on them, which in itself was my personal downfall.
Nevertheless, if one of the men had preached in this “fire and brimstone” style, they would have quietly mumbled and grumbled and then chalked it up to “Rev had a bad day.” From me, the churchfolk found my message totally un-acceptable. One of my favorite members, Ada, looked me in my face and menacingly spouted: Pam “you spoiled my New Years Eve.” She did not speak to me for 5 years.
So what happened here? Well, any time a person senses that they are not in control while they are uttering, this is NOT the anointing of God. As an example, Juanita Bynum preaches this way most of the time. So does TD Jakes. On a natural level, the characteristics of “preaching” vary considerably according to style, church affiliation, seminary training, and other variables. Generally, texts of scripture are taken out of their biblical context and are then mixed with what is going on in the preacher’s own heart, mind and personal circumstances. He or she often attempts to adapt the discourse to the wants and needs of the congregation with the use of illustrations, stories, riddles, etc. As homiletics, the art of preaching—the artistic aspects include the degree of eloquence or earthiness, flamboyance, tone and quality of the voice, showmanship, “keepin it real,” the use of images, persuasiveness, an ability to “set it off” wherein the congregation becomes emotional.
Some of the most outstanding “sermonizers” that I have known personally were “down right characters” to put it mildly. The best performers still remain closet homosexuals, and in some instances, drug addicts, adulterers, child molesters and thieves. What keeps them in the pulpit is the fact that the people love their performances. I can think of one man in particular, Rev. Kealon, who at the end of each sermon, leaped out of the pulpit like a wild lion. In mid-air, he appeared to be in suspended animation—5 ft above the ground. Within his depiction of the “art,” he could leap a slam dunk yet he died at the age of 33 of a massive stroke. A likeable guy, this man was quite “the pistol” on a moral level. He was brain-dead on a Sunday morning in October,1986.
In fact, I was always around lots of men preachers. Several services a year for 25 years, I was one of 10 even 20 ministers sitting in the pulpit area at numerous regional worship services. When I was selected as “the preacher of the hour,” various congregants facing the pulpit would inform me at the close of the service that the ministers who sat behind me either had looks of displeasure on their faces, or that they were cupping their hands around their mouths, whispering to each other while I was delivering the message. This too “made me uncomfortable.”
Yet, I became increasingly “uncomfortable” with the method itself because I could see no fruit of a Christward direction in the people, some of whom had been listening to my sermons for 5, 10, even 20 years. So I changed my style once more. No longer sitting at a distance from the congregation, I sat among the people and put the responsibility for the preparation of the sermon on them. I let them ask ME questions and I prepared my sermon from those questions, right on the spot.
Yet, I was still “uncomfortable.”
On a spiritual level, I discovered that something quite sinister has been goin on. I found out personally when it happened to me on June 25, 2008, my last day inside of the denomination’s regional meeting. I write about it in four of my books. I suggest you get one of the books because it would take too long to explain at this juncture. I will simply say that “a power came over me and it was not God.” The preacher in question, now dead, had been an associate for about 10 years and he didn’t even know that I was in the congregation because I slipped in un-noticed and sat way in the back. However, a religious demon stepped into him in order to used him to try to make me rejoin a denomination that the Lord had led me out of. I felt invisible hands in my back that pushed me forward at the invitation. So if you want to know more, I suggest you obtain either book by clicking here.
What I can reveal now is this.
There is a time in most delivery of sermons when like Kim Burrell did, the preacher gets “caught up” in the art of preaching, enters into an altered state of consciousness, and the enemy “walks in” to him or her in order to change the mood or tone of the preacher in an effort to “work the crowd.” Not Pharrell, not Ellen DeGeneres, not Shaka Kahn, not even Yolanda Adams knows a dot or a tittle of what I speak. Kim Burrell was not ranting hate speech. Everything she said is true. The issue is the tone of the message.
Nevertheless, it was either Kim’s emotions or personal circumstances that no one is aware of that put her in an altered state of consciousness, and her sermon got away from her. If the congregation she was speaking to was filled with homosexuals whom she was trying to convert, her emotions led her down the wrong path with the help of a religious demon. What we are to preach is simple: Christ crucified, dead , buried raised, ascended and coming back again. The preacher does not convict ANYONE, LGBTQ or any reprobate of sin. We preach the gospel of Jesus Christ and let the Holy Spirit do the rest.
God allowed it ALL as a message to Kim, probably a true woman of God, “to come out from among them.”
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THE ILLUMINATI: When things have gone wrong in your life, when you seem damned if you do and damned if you don’t, when you look around to blame SOMEBODY, we have all pointed our finger at the invisible man. We accuse ” THE MAN.” The MAN may even have a title like Uncle Sam, or the Boys in Washington,City Hall, or even that low life, “Mr. Charlie.” Well “the man” has yet another name. The Illuminati. An accurate description of the Illuminati is difficult because it is a secret, ancestral, occult society, composed of the filthy rich and often the highly educated.
If you described the Mafia and threw in the flavor of Aryan Germany Nazis, and added the 32 degree freemasons into the equation, you would have a decent description of the Illuminati. The Illuminati’s historic roots can be traced back to the Knights Templar, to the Greek and Gnostic initiatory cults,to Egypt and even to Atlantis. Rather than distracting myself from the main issues at hand, I reviewed the writings and testimonies of some former Illuminati’s like the late John Todd, Cisco Wheeler and others who keep their real identity anonymous.
Simply put, the influence of the Illuminati is staggering, crossing several systems: banking, the media,politics and the legal profession, education, labor,energy to name a few.. They also rival the Mafia in their criminal connections. As an endtime player, their influence in religion is a thing to keep a serious eye on. The importance of the Illuminati as an endtime “religious” player is a sinister Catholic connection as alluded to in the movie, Godfather III. The plan is to merge religion into the apostate one world church that will serve Lucifer. The informers warn that the Illuminati has infiltrated world governments,toward the end of bringing in a new leader who will usher in a Luciferean reign of joy, prosperity and rewards for the faithful. The dangerous element to this group is that like Hitler and his evil regime, they see themselves as a superior race who in their minds is not evil. The Mafia know who they are and we know who they are.
However, the Illuminati consists of billionaire aristocrats who will hire “whoever” for “whatever” to control the masses. Strangely, they are convinced that their secret efforts to dominate and control the masses is for the greater good of humanity. Actually, they see themselves as “the good guys” who weed out the weak and the unfit as they develop among themselves a superior human being. The Illuminati will put its support behind the BEAST.
BENJAMIN CREME: This white-haired sweet, unassuming little man has been the messenger of a high-ranking fallen angel called Maitreya, whom I believe fits the biblical description of the antiChrist better than any human being on earth. Since July 1977,Creme first contacted a demon he calls an ascended master. I got into the kingdom just under the wire, —4 months BEFORE Maitreya made his first appearance to Benjamin Creme. For 3 decades, Creme, referred to as the John the Baptist of the anti-Christ, has been traveling the globe, telling audiences that the second coming of Christ will not be in the clouds, but that the Christ–Maitreya— has been here for 30 years, hiding out in the Himalayas.
A British author, artist, and occult practitioner, Creme has progressively obtained worldwide credibility in high places around the world. Creme claims that the Masters are our elder brothers who have been stimulating and enlightening us since man’s creation. For more than 3 decades, Creme has sought to support his claim that Maitreya and the other ascended masters are here and ready to solve our most critical problems. Simply put, Creme attempts to validate his claims by pointing to various miraculous events that have occurred around the world: ie. statues that weep real tears and blood.
In England, holy messages have appeared when housewives cut the vegetables. The seeds are rearranged, spelling out the following message, “Allah is Great. Mohammad is his prophet.” Healing waters have also appeared worldwide, as at Tiacote in Mexico, some of the most miraculous cures from cancer, AIDS, warts and boils have allegedly been manifested as miraculous healings. Then there is “the milk miracle” which occurred in the Hindu community, where the milk offered to the gods disappeared, as if the idols actually drank the milk. Creme claims that Maitreya and a group of ascended masters made the milk disappear.
The danger for God’s people is that Benjamin Creme is considered the most credible source of information about endtime revelations. As for me, I look to the clouds and not to the Himalaya’s, the deserts or any other part of the world to find Jesus. So Beloved, look to the clouds!!!!
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The year was 1974 and I was an atheist. I was so earthly that I seemed to be of no spiritual good. Very practical, very much the cynic. I first opened up my spirit when I began to study and practice relaxation therapy and hynosis. To my surprise, I entered into an altered state of consciousness rather easily, for someone who was as skeptical as myself. Amost immediately, I was bombarded by spiritual experiences of various kinds. I believe that the ASC opened the veil to my latent psychic powers. From 1974-77, I documented in a diary about 3000 dreams, most were clairvoyant in nature. Sometimes I dreamed, remembered and documented as many as 10 dreams a night, some of which came to pass the very next day.
From hypnosis and dreams, I began to study astrology into the wee hours of the night. Consumed by what I believed to be cosmic or planetary predictors of the course of human life, I initiated a study of the astrology charts of the deceased. I targeted people who died sudden, even violent deaths. In one particular case of a young man name Frank, I needed to know his exact birthdate and date of death so I went to the graveyard where he was buried and jotted it down from the tombstone in order to constuct astrology charts for my study.
Later that same night, as I marvelled over the charts, Henry, a friend of Franks who was assisting me with information about his deceased pal, suggested that I try to contact Frank myslef in a seance. I laughed and laughed. I did not believe in such nonsense. However, that very night, I held my first and only seance in the summer of 1974, never expecting that I woul enter into a supernatural realm of which I was totally unaware and ill prepared to contend with.
As six people–three children and three adults, 3 male and 3 female–gathered around my friend’s dining room table in the dark, we began by making fun and nervously giggling. We thought we were playing just another parlor game. As we settled down and got quiet, to my amazement, when I raised my head and focused my eyes toward the center of the room, a spirit materialized directly in front of my face!
The being manifested in the form of a huge head of a man, at least 3 times larger than the size of a normal human head. Its substance or essence looked like a very thick cloud or a dark room filled with thick cigarette smoke. However, the “smoke” or “cloud” formed itself into a perfect shape of a man’s head, with a U shaped hairline, sideburns, a mustach and full beard, wearing an old fashioned ascot in his neck. While doing research for my 4th book, “The Fake Jesus: Fallen Angels Among Us,” I found a picture of the being that strongly resembles the “smoked head.” The ascended master who calls himself “St. Germain. More on him later.
The room had been darkened by pulling the socket out of the walls while the lamps had been lit and on. The “head” could not be seen in a lit room. I inserted the plug in the socket and then removed it about three times. While the room was dark, the “head remained.The third time that I darkened the room, the “head” disappeared suddenly. POOF!
At first I was not afraid, only excited and amazed that my entire world of skepticism and unbelief of supernatural things had just been turned upside down. As I lay in my bed in the dark that night, I began to experience a sense of apprehension. Finally I drifted into sleep, only to have an ominous “sleep paralysis” experience which folk from the deep south call “the haints.” I felt like I was choking. A heaviness came on me where I woke up thinking that my young daughter was sleeping on top of me. I patted my body and the bed to see who it was that was smothering me. I tried to call for help. However, I had no voice–not even a whisper. I was so afraid at this point that I fainted. While I was out cold I thought I heard from Frank. A voice said “Leave me Alone!”
TO BE CONTINUED!
To my readers, I was deep into the occult for three years, when the Lord snatched me out of it and caused me to become born again on March 29, 1977. Nevertheless, my occult background was so compatible to word of faith, charismatic teachings and practices, that a I transitioned into them quite easily. For example, I had healing powers as a psychic. I simply transitioned those powers, believing that they were from the Holy Ghost. My powers were very much like that of Todd Bentley.
If you have had any background in the occult, just know that once you get saved, the devil does not give up on you. He will use your psychic powers to imitate the gifts of the Holy Ghost. If you need additional understanding, contact me in this post or send me a message at www.facebook.com/pamela.sheppard911
I was a preacher for almost 3 decades. I preached an average of one sermon a week for 20 years, with 8 of those years preaching 3 sermons a week. On one occasion in the pulpit, I felt a strange power come upon me where it seemed I was “not myself.” I was in a rather strong altered state of consciousness. I thought is was an extra powerful anointing of the Holy Ghost. IT WAS NOT!!!
When I was sent to church for the first in 1979, I had never heard a sermon and so when I was informed in 1981 that upon entering ministry, I would be required to preach a trial sermon on October 25, 1981, I had no idea what a sermon was. In the summer of ’81, I began to preach in my sleep, in preparation for the October day of trial. I also walked around all day for about 30 days, muttering “sermons.”
I thought that I was under the inspiration of the Holy Ghost. It took about 25 years for me to find out that in those early and strange days, I was under the “anointing” of the religious demon assigned to me. I thank God then when DID enter the pulpit to preach and pastor, it was only ONE time in at least 2 thousand sermons that that same power came upon me. I have since discovered that it is a demonic power, in no way, the Holy Ghost.
Oh yes! Demons enjoy preaching. I came out of a denomination where men who were adulterers, fornicators, perverts, closet homosexuals could preach so hard, that they could affect even me, in spite of what I knew about the intimate, sometimes secret details of their lives.At least 10 times a year, 50 ministers gathered at various regional church functions and a hanful would preach at these gatherings.
When they were preaching, I harneseds down my soul from being overpowered, but there were times when I could not. Their power was too strong. I often wondered about it over the years. How could these corrupt men overtake my soul with one of their sermons in spite of my resistance to it? Could this be God? Would God use such sinful creatures to preach HIS WORD???!!!
It took two decades or more to find out the answer to that question. The answer is NO!!!! The Holy Ghost does not anoint such preachers but the devil DOES!!!. It is called communal intoxication by the founder of sociology, Max Weber.
Communal intoxication is defined by Weber as the supernormal ability of magicians, wizards, witches and charismatic religious leaders.With the god concept at its center, they induce an altered state of consciousness in their followers as demonstrated by the congregation’s manifestation of convulsions, trembling, and intense effusions of excitement and ecstasy. (Come Out of Her God’s People, pg 190)
Weber points out that that communal intoxication has a contagious effect where it can spread throughout an audience or congregation of people, infecting those assembled with sensations of enhanced emotionalism and vitality. This definition explains the so called holy dance, holy rollers, holy laughter, running around the church building, perhaps even tongues and slain in the spirit phenomena.
This power was manifested in my presence for 25 years among denominational African American preachers. Keep in mind that Weber’s studies were predominately tribal communities on other continents, including Africa and Asia. Webers findings suggest that the altered state appeal has a significant connection to today’s charismatic leaders’ ability to cause large numbers of people to believe that they have been released from bondages and that they have “heard from God.”
As a result, what has been happening in church is that demons have been using corrupt ministers to preach. I would say that that is reason enough to “COME OUT OF HER, GOD’S PEOPLE.”
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- The Art of Preaching – Truth or Hype? (endtimeebooklibrary.com)