When you are under these curses, things will keep going wrong for no apparent reason. My husband and I had three car crashes in a very short period of time. We had free legal cover, and it was proven that in every case, the other driver was at fault. The ensuing post-traumatic stress disorder we suffered from was very hard to live with and necessitated lengthy counseling for us both. The flashbacks were dreadful. My nose, inexplicably, sustained two extremely serious fractures that left me with terrible breathing difficulties that were hard to cope with during recent heat waves. To help me breathe, even in winter, an Ear, Nose, and Throat consultant told me I must always have a fan in the bedroom. I’m finding that in my small, well-insulated bedroom I need at least three large table fans all set on high. In addition to them, I always have five or six USB battery-operated, handheld fans on the bed with me, making sure that when one runs out of charge, there is an adequate backup.
Incorrect glasses were prescribed twice in succession, for me. Two years ago I had an eye test taken by a highly recommended optician whom we used to contact whenever another vision test was due. Since I became housebound, they have come to my home. The glasses they prescribed were extremely disappointing, to put it mildly because they were not reading glasses at all. My distance vision is excellent! It was only reading glasses I needed. Well, still, they cut deeply into my face causing a deep indentation above my sensitive nose. My nose throbbed with pain all the time I was wearing them, so I had to reduce my reading and typing time to a minimum. That lost me many hours each day.
Recently a further vision test was offered. At the age of nearly 80, I have 20/20 vision. They were astonished and said it’s very rare. A different optometrist came this time. He spent much longer examining my eyes and offered a selection of lightweight frames with a wider bridge to accommodate my problem. He put extra-large nose pads on which, unfortunately, failed to make the improvement they should have done. To my horror, these reading glasses also hurt my nose and greatly reduced my reading time further. Yet again, for no apparent reason, my glasses were inadequate. They hurt my damaged nose even more than the previous pair, puncturing the skin and leaving me with two large, bleeding sores, one on either side of my nose. There is no reason why this should have happened.
Over the years, our children also suffered horrendously in ways their friends did not. Extremely two-way painful family alienation set in. In April 1994, I became a grandma when my grandson was born. In 2006 my first granddaughter was born, and my second granddaughter arrived in May 2008. Sadly, although we were getting along extremely well, and I was allowed to give them considerable input in both linguistic and practical terms, an inexplicable alienation set in.
Yet again, our children had accidents that, quote, “simply could not happen”. My eldest son had an impossible accident when he fell from the top of a high slide in a public park. The wide safety barriers failed to keep him sitting safely on the slide. The authorities said, quote, “it simply couldn’t happen”. He narrowly escaped death again when a friend’s go-cart failed to stop. A car was approaching at speed along the lane at the end of their very long driveway. Fortunately, his friend’s uncle was a sprinter and managed to stop the impending accident with barely a second to spare.
My daughter had an impossible, in quotes, “accident”, according to the authorities. She was playing in a playground in the village of Plan Varvechan in North Wales. A long rocking horse with several seats crashed down on her leg breaking it at the growing point of the bone. It caused her horrendous ongoing back problems because that leg did not grow. It stopped growing from that point. In the hospital, my husband and I were reluctant to leave her bedside. Doctors put her on a bed to elevate her seriously fractured leg. She looked so tiny on that huge bed. She was only seven. I was in tears. Hospital regulations meant we had to leave.
My husband and I were extremely hungry having had nothing to eat since lunchtime, and it was now after 11:00 at night. As we were about to ring the bell of a Chinese restaurant, the manager put a closed sign on the door. We continued ringing the bell and explained our tragic situation asking if they could kindly cook us a meal. They willingly did so, asking us what we would like.
My husband and I always found a Bible-believing church to join, wherever we lived. We frequently saw astonishing healing miracles which built up our children’s faith. Our daughter had many accidents and mishaps throughout her growing years — bee stings and similar accidents. She trapped her fingers in a heavy door of a lift too, (in America they would call that an elevator). It was impossible to see how that could have happened. My younger son, when he was about five, cut his thumb deeply when he picked up a glass bottle of milk that someone had carelessly put in our chest freezer. As we hurried to get into the car, and I was just turning the ignition key, I saw that someone had blocked me in. A car was parked right across our driveway. Blood was pouring out of my youngest son’s thumb, and I had to wrap it tightly in a thick towel. Several houses away I caught sight of someone chatting on a neighbor’s doorstep. I yelled to them to kindly move their vehicle immediately, which they did.
Whenever we moved to a new area, one of the first things I always did, as their mother, was to locate the nearest accident and emergency department because it would not be long before I would have to take one of the children there.
A death curse was put on me by a Bulgarian caregiver. She hated me with a vengeance because as I’m a Christian I naturally spoke to her about Jesus telling her He died to save her (John 10:10). I was rushed in an emergency ambulance to the nearest Acute Hospital in the middle of the night. The surgeon who operated on my strangulated hernia, told me later it had been a very close call indeed. He had literally saved my life. My husband had managed to contact Heartdwellers and urgently request prayer. I’m sure that, that prayer saved my life.
Now, exactly one year later, to the day, I had another serious accident. My daughter kindly took me to our doctor’s medical practice where I had an emergency, minor surgery appointment. Nurses met me in the car park with a wheelchair. I sat in it but should not have done as I cannot get up out of a low seat because of my severely swollen arthritic knees. In fact, my recliner chair has to be dual-motor in order to lift me gently onto my feet. It took a doctor and two nurses to drag me out of that wheelchair. My knees immediately became hugely swollen and my trousers had to be cut off me. The swelling caused on that occasion has only gotten worse over the years, making walking with my Rollator Walker extremely painful. I get very little exercise nowadays and I have become very fat which does not help me at all.
How many are affected by Freemasonry curses? The curses drastically affect the men in a family in their work life. They struggle horrendously to get a job or even to keep one. There is never enough money to go around. What we all take for granted, like family holidays, are difficult to pay for. In my own family, there is much evidence of curses on my husband, our three children, and myself.
My husband held an extremely well-paid job in a top British Commercial Bank. His sales figures were so high that the bank asked him to become a motivational speaker at the company conferences. And because he did so well, he was given a new, top-of-the-range, company car every year, not every two years, like many companies. Horrifically, my husband retired from that outstanding banking position just two days before he became eligible for a pension. Although he had only worked for the company a few years, that pension would have been a considerable size as his income at that time was so big that that would have helped my own finances a lot since he died.
How women are affected by Freemasonry generational curses.
It’s the health of the women in a cursed family which is inevitably seriously impaired. This is so in my daughter’s life, and in my own. We both suffer from a very long list of horrendously painful conditions. It is extremely important to break every curse that is coming against us and our families. Every Christian owes it to our children to do that for them.
Here are a few examples of how to break curses
Father, in the name of Jesus, and according to Your Word, that whatsoever we loose on earth, shall be loosed in heaven (Matthew 18:18). I now loose myself and all my family members from “all soul power”.
I loose myself in Jesus’ Name, from every prayer prayed over me and my family which is not prayed in the Holy Ghost, not in faith and love.
I loose myself and my family in the Name of Jesus, from every evil word spoken against us and from every wicked thought and intention against us.
And in the Mighty Name of Jesus, I loose us all from every curse. It is written, the curse causeless shall not come, (Proverbs 26:2).
I now break every curse coming against me, I nullify its effects in Jesus’ Name and bind them under the blood of Jesus back to Calvary where they were spoiled and destroyed.
The Word of God says, having spoiled principalities and powers, He made a show of them openly, triumphing over them on the cross, (Colossians 2:15).
And, according to the Word of God, I also say,
No Weapon that is formed against us shall prosper and every tongue that should arise against my family and me in judgment I do condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is of Me, saith the Lord, (Isaiah 54:17).
Christianity is a supernatural religion. Everything I have mentioned is normal for Bible-believing Christians to do daily. In the case of heavy generational curses, it could be necessary to pray like this more often than once a day. The enemy of our souls, the devil, is relentless.
Despite the intense pain, I am suffering nonstop, because of the restrictions of my severe disabilities and the fact that, at my age, nearly 80, slows me down considerably, cutting short the time I could spend on my work, I have never been as happy as I am now. The day my husband proposed to me, and I said, “Yes, I will! I accept your proposal”, was, in fact, the worst, and saddest day of my life because I married into a cursed family.
My younger sister and I had a wonderful heritage from our lovely mum and dad. We had the perfect childhood. But my perfect childhood ended when I was only two and a half years old. In what I will share later, in my life story, 1942 to 2022 under the heading, “Rewind to My Toddler Years”. It will make it clear how seriously I was robbed. However, when we know Jesus, it doesn’t matter how painful our circumstances may be, He never leaves our side, and His blessings are invariably off the charts.
I love Jesus with All My Heart.
— A Heartdweller