Code Blue

Holy Spirit, guide me to write this as it felt
that night.  Holy Spirit, let all eyes be
open and let souls be saved in Jesus Christ name, I pray!

I went through a series of restless nights.  It could have been from Post Traumatic
Syndrome, or the fear in my life that finally reached its peak. It could have
been by all the near deaths I experienced in my life. Whatever happened that
night, I knew changed my life forever and created a fire burning in my soul
that souls would be saved for the Kingdom of God. 

I have no idea why some people are allowed to see
and experience things that others never see or feel.  As, I think about it now, I believe we are
the forerunners for Christ.  We are the
visionaries.

It was late in the night around eleven o’clock when
all of a sudden

I could feel my heart racing and the deep chest pains from my heart
palpitations.

Suddenly a woman’s
voice shouted out from nowhere, has her heart stopped yet, she asked.  Not yet another voice said, like he knew I
was about to be put in his hands.  Then
it came, code blue.

Then the chilling words echoed
through my body. I could feel my spiritual body separating from my physical
body. I was looking down at all of them my spirit was slowly departing
ascending from my body.

I could see my limp body on the bed. I thought to
myself what a sad ending.  She never got
to have the love and family that she always wanted. I wonder how many peoples
life’s come to the same ending.

 Then, all
of a sudden my vision went static it was as if the channel would not tune into
the television station. I was right in the middle of my own private Twilight
Zone. Then the picture went deep dark black.  I couldn’t
see anything, but hear unfamiliar voices around me.

I began to shake with an uncontrollable
nervousness I didn’t know what was going
to happen next. How did these people suddenly show up in my bedroom? And, most
of all how did they know me? It was as though they had been watching me all my
life; traveling through the highway spheres of the walls, waiting for the kill
as a spider waits for its prey. Suddenly, I felt paralyzed by the poisonous
venom.

I’ll take her, as if he
owned me. The twisted wiry voice male yelled to the spiral white haired middle
aged woman, wearing bright red lip stick. 
She was dressed as a nurse in the time era that looked as if she were
still in the fifties. The fifties the era in which I was born. 

It was like they knew me all along, and had waited
for me to live my life out, and then, they would come for me. I could feel the
coldness of the flat steel gurney that they pulled me on.  I felt like a piece of warm meat laid out on
ice. I had no idea where they were taking me.  

I had never felt so much fear.  Everything that was happening was out of my
control. As soon as I was put on that ice cold gurney we traveled through a
time warp. I started getting nauseous from the speed, and all the twist and
turns. They put the gurney with me on it in a black ambulance.

It wasn’t
the usual ambulance it had the ability to travel through time and knew the
familiar winding highways of the deep dark corners of the earth. I could feel
the hot heat against my flesh the deeper he traveled the hotter my skin, balls
of sweat rolling down my heat induced face. Soon, my whole body was wet from
the fiery inferno of hell, but the gurney was still ice cold.

Where are you taking me? I screamed. Then his
voice spoke out with authority as if he was my master and I had been
disobedient. He was taking me somewhere to teach me obedience in a cynical way.
He was taking me somewhere to punish me for a long time. I had played the game
in my life of serving two masters, and he was going to show me who my real
master was. This was my consequences. 

My shaky limbs bouncing on the steel cold gurney,
some of the nervousness was due to the unknown, and some of it was because of
the long rough ride. My pain was getting worse. It was escalating.  

She’s
dead. He shouted, with a known victory. He had won my soul, and I was his
prize. It was the devil’s voice I was hearing
and I wasn’t in Heaven, I was in the deep dark
corners of hell.

This was it, screaming voices, bodies captured and
put in cells, where their bodies became a part of the cell until they were
taken out and tortured.

This deranged delusional man that could change
like a chameleon of mad faces. He had me in a surgical room and started
grabbing cold surgical knives and started cutting me with precision, where my
nerve endings ended. He went right for the female organs to humiliate and
torture me. He went after me as if an experienced surgeon skilled, as if a mad
scientist combined.

He said, with a haunting laugh that he wanted me
to feel the most pain I ever felt. I knew then, that he was the teacher that
instructed mad man. He was the deranged serial killer. I felt as if I were a
prisoner of war, a P.O.W. And, he was out to torture me.

He said. He had waited my whole life to have his
way with me. Those words right there showed me just as I have and angel
watching me.  I also have someone that
reports all that I do wrong.  The accuser
is also known as Satan. Now, he had me for eternity to torture me anyway he
desired with the lunacy of Hitler released in one moment.

I could hear the voices of past souls that
screamed out in terror through the dark tunnel walls of hell. I could only
image what state he left their bodies in, probably where their nerves hung out
in the open, where he could tease and torture in a flash. I cried for their
souls.

His appearance was that of a mad man there were no
horns or red flesh like I had imagined. But, then, how can one really imagine
hell until they have seen it for themselves. At that moment I knew without a
doubt that there was a Heaven and hell and I was in the inferno of hell.

I cried out shaking. Wait! I do not belong here
this is not what was supposed to happen. Jesus, Jesus, I cried. I believe in
you. Where are you? Jesus Christ. I recited John 3: 16 out loud. For God so
loved the world that He gave His only begotten son, and who so ever believe in
Him should not perish but have eternal life. Satan laughed. You don’t get it,
you are mine.

Right then, I saw the face of Jesus.  I knew he was there to rescue me, and a serious
mistake had been made. I begin to question my faith.  Is this the fate of a sinner?  How do you know that you are really saved?

With all of the Biblical teachings and sermons I
had heard, this was not the norm.  Where
were the angels to usher me into Heaven?

I felt like I was melting in the hot inferno of
hell, and nobody would know my fate. 
Jesus, I cried. Where are you? 
Save me, Jesus! With each move the cold chains wrapped around my wrist
and ankles got tighter cutting into my skin.

I could see the face of Jesus smiling with Him
giving Michael the Archangel directions to do whatever he had too, to get me
out of there.

Michael had long blond curly hair with long ringlets.
He stood there waving his magical sword standing over me dressed in a deep
royal blue, wearing a crown with a large blue sapphire, with his gold bright sword
drawn, and he said, with victory. Satan, she does not belong to you. Let her go
now! She belongs to Jesus.  Let her go,
now! He drew his sword and with one cut I was set free!

I knew what it was to felt the tight chains of
bondage.

I also knew what it felt like to be set free.

He smiled. The angel said. I am here to take you
to Heaven. He wrapped his thick broad arms around me. Don’t
be scared he said. My name is Michael. I took his hand with trust and confidence
suddenly within a flash of an eyelash, we were in Heaven.

He reassured me that my name was written in the
book of life, but, I only got to see the gold gate to Heaven and the angels
that flew around the outside waiting for those to enter. Why did this happen to
me? I asked. And, Michael said, so you would go into the world telling people
that there is really a Heaven and a hell, that you saw hell for yourself.

Many have not seen it, now write what you saw. The
ones that have been sent there, never left.

Today, he said, you carry the keys to help set the
captives free.

There is only one way to avoid going to hell and
that is through the name and blood of Jesus Christ confessing him as your Lord
and Savior and asking him to forgive you of your sins.  Confess your sins and be saved.

With two words, code blue

Who knew?

My life would be over.

Would I recover?

Or discover?

He took me in a flash.

My debt paid with no cash.

I escaped in a dash.

My sins forgotten,

By the Begotten,

Son of God

Satan felt Heaven’s rod.

With the help of an angel,

We escaped hell’s triangle.

By, Patricia Kriegel-Kelley

Today Patricia lives with her husband Brian in
Oklahoma, where they foster and mentor young children teaching them the love of
Jesus Christ. Patricia is the founder and part owner of Medicine Woman Soap
with her husband Brian Kelley. Patricia is a known writer and poet.

For those of you that requested a recipe for one of my favorite cookies.  SnickerDoodles

I am a SnickerDoodle Sweetheart

I never understood how these cinnamon gems got their name.  I can only say, I wasn't around to name them!

Enjoy!

Heat oven to 400 degrees

Mix shortening, butter, sugar and eggs thoroughly.  Measure flour by the dipping method.

Blend flour, cream of tartar, baking soda and salt; stir in.  Shape dough to 1" balls.  Roll

in mixture in cinammon sugar mixture.  Place 2" apart on ungreased cookie sheet.  Bake 8 to 10 minutes.

These cookies puff up at first, then flatten out.  Makes 6 doz cookies.

1/2 cup of shortening

/2 cup of butter

One1/2 cups of sugar

2 eggs

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23/4 cups of All Purpose Flour

2 tsp. cream of tartar

1 tsp. soda

1/4 tsp. salt

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3 tbsp. sugar

3 tsp. cinnamon

I have to say that fall is one of my favorite times of the year.  Even though it is one of the most chaotic times of the year with the Oklahoma State Fair going, and making sure we have enough product at the State Fair and taking care of the kids.

We all have to work as a team and help each other out to make things work.  I think one of the most important things is for a Foster Child/Adoptive Child to feel like they are part of the team.  No matter, what mistakes they’ve made or we’ve made we are all learning together.

We are not the picture perfect family in harmony.

We are a group of people working together to make a family, with differences and every once in awhile a snag or huge knot thrown into the weave.

This is when we have to focus on the snag and see what it is that is not working.

We are here to teach children responsibilities and reward them when they’re behaving.

These kids have missed out on the loving nurturing from a family system, and what they saw as a family system is nothing to replicate.  We have to re-teach them respect and family values.

This is why I think it is so important to have the children working and helping with production of Medicine Woman Soap and marketing.  They are learning skills that will carry them through a lifetime.  This is when their differences don’t matter because we are all working together to accomplish one goal, and that is to make the best skin care products that we can.

I pray in my lifetime that I will see them come up with new ideas to see the wind beneath their feet.