Articles for Kindle

I have recently begun writing articles for the Kindle. The following Articles are now available in Kindle format for $.99 each through the Kindle store on Amazon.

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From Sprite to Strawberry Daiquiri

From common Sprite to #strawberrydaiquiri

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Excerpt from Betrayed by Her Guardian Angel

Following is an excerpt from Betrayed by Her Guardian Angel. In this excerpt, a spirit guide turns an ordinary Sprite into a strawberry daiquiri:

When Eve arrived, Carla was still at work, so Eve used her key to get in.  She was watching a movie on HBO when Carla arrived home.

“I didn’t expect to find you here.  I didn’t think you were coming this week, since it’s not a weekend.”  Carla’s shoulders were drooping, and there were circles under her eyes.

“I came to tell you what I learned today,” Eve said.  “But that can wait.  You look like you had a hard day at work.  Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” Carla groaned.  “I could just use a stiff drink.”

“This is Saul, and I’m of the light.  Ask her if she wants me to mix her one.”

Now what was Saul up to?  When Eve relayed the suggestion, Carla shrugged.  “Sure.  Why not?”

“Tell her to go get a can of Sprite.”  Sprite, as Saul knew, was Carla’s soft drink of choice.  “Just wait, Eve.  You’re going to enjoy this.”

Heading for the refrigerator, Carla scoffed.  “I was talking about an alcoholic drink.  Not a can of Sprite!”

When Carla returned with the soft drink, Saul told Eve to pop the top and put her hand over the can.  When she did, Eve felt the carbonated soft drink popping beneath her palm, followed by a wave of energy that made her hand and arm tingle from her fingertips to her elbow.

“Ask what kind of mixed drink she wants.”

Intrigued by the request, Eve relayed it to Carla.

“Strawberry daiquiris are my favorite,” Carla said with a teasing grin.  “But unless I make a trip to the liquor store, I’m afraid he can’t do much about that.”

“Don’t be too sure,” Saul said through Eve.  “One strawberry daiquiri coming up.”  The soft drink began to pop once more beneath Eve’s palm, and a renewed flash of energy rushed through her hand.  “Ask her to taste this, and see what she thinks.”

Handing the can to Carla, Eve told her to taste it and let Saul know what she thought of it.  Carla raised it to her lips with a skeptical grin, and took a sniff.  When she did, her eyes widened in awe.  “Eve!  You’ve gotta smell this!”

Eve took the can from Carla’s hand, having no idea what to expect.  When she raised it to her nose, she gasped.  The Sprite in the can had apparently been transformed.  Wafting from the can now was the mouth-watering aroma of freshly cut strawberries!  “Taste it,” Eve whispered.

With a look of wonder, Carla took a tiny sip – and then another.  A smile of delight spread across her face.  “This is perfect!” she cried.  “It’s delicious!  In fact, I’d say it’s more than delicious.  This is the best strawberry daiquiri I’ve ever had!”

“You’re kidding,” Eve said.  “You mean it actually tastes like alcohol?”

“If you don’t believe me, taste it for yourself.”  Carla had already downed half the daiquiri, and was grinning from one ear to the other.  “Ask Saul to mix me a screw driver.  But wait – ” Rather than waste a perfectly good daiquiri, Carla finished it off, then crushed the can.  “Let me get another Sprite…”

The screwdriver Saul mixed was a little weak for Carla’s taste, so he beefed up the strength and nearly knocked her on her ear.  “Whew!” she exclaimed.  “Another one of these, and I’ll end up with a hang-over!”

Eve felt like a magician’s assistant in a Las Vegas show.  Next to her fist popping open, what she was witnessing here was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen…

My true story Betrayed by Her Guardian Angel is available free in pdf format through my website at http://staciespielman.com, or for sale through Amazon, Smashwords, and Barnes and Noble for the Kindle, the Nook, and other e-book formats.

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Reincarnation: Fact? Or Fiction?

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If you’ve read my true story “Betrayed by Her Guardian Angel,” you know that a demonic spirit claimed to be my guardian angel. He told a fantastic story of our having been married in a prior life, and of my son in my current life having been ours in the past — painting a vivid picture of the farm where we’d lived, and the details of our life together back in the 1800’s.

When asked why, if this was true, my son Kevin and I were still here on earth while he was a Guardian Angel, Gideon replied that he had gone through many reincarnations and had finally arrived at the point where he chose to stay in Heaven and work his way through the ranks to the position of Guardian Angel.  God had supposedly given special permission for him to be assigned to me.

It didn’t take long for me to form an attachment that over time grew into a deep love for Gideon and the spirit guides he introduced me to.  Gideon often spoke nostalgically of things from our “past,” and how devastated we’d both been when our son Mattie (Kevin in his prior lifetime) fell into a grain bin and suffocated.  Horrified, I wept over the memories I’d apparently suppressed of my former life.

The charade lasted for seven years. Then came the night that, totally without warning, Gideon and my other guides revealed their true identities — not as the spirits of light they’d claimed to be, but as demonic spirits (fallen angels). Gideon called me a filthy name that shocked me to the core, then told me how he’d laughed at my stupidity for believing his lies about reincarnation and the protective power of crystals and white light.

Devastated, I returned to the Christian beliefs of my childhood. But it took months for me to recover.

I know now that I was blinded to the things that should have not only raised red flags of warning, but should have jarred me into seeing the truth: (1.) The Bible says nothing about assigning personal one-on-one guardian angels to humans. (2.) The Bible makes it clear what happens when we die, and it has nothing to do with reincarnation: Eccl: 9:5-6  “For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.  Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun.”

And (3.) If reincarnation were permitted, there would have been no need for Jesus to be sacrificed to atone for our sins. If reincarnation truly existed, it would mean that Jesus died for nothing.

Incidentally, the same group of demons who played the role of my Guardian Angel, unbeknownst to me for over a decade, put curses against various aspects of my health and finances. (On more than one occasion, they have manifested for trying to kill me.) And my short-lived belief in reincarnation opened the door for even more demonic spirits to come into my life.

The curses have proven true of every harassment victim I’ve worked with from around the world who has believed in reincarnation (New Agers) and/or been involved with spirits who claim to be guides or guardian angels.

Note: If you want to read more of my story, “Betrayed by Her Guardian Angel” is available as a free pdf download from my website at http://staciespielman.com  or may be purchased through Amazon, Smashwords, and Barnes & Noble for the Kindle and other readers.

 

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Applied Kiniesiology: Is it of the Occult?

Kiniesiology is a scientific method of muscle testing. Following is a quote from Wikopedia: “Kinesiology, also known as human kinetics, is the scientific study of human movement. Kinesiology addresses physiological, mechanical, and psychological mechanisms. Applications of kinesiology to human health include: biomechanics and orthopedics, strength & conditioning, sport psychology, rehabilitation, such as physical and occupational therapy, as well as sport and exercise.

Individuals who have earned degrees in kinesiology can work in research, the fitness industry, clinical settings, and in industrial environments.[2] Studies of human and animal motion include measures from motion tracking systems, electrophysiology of muscle and brain activity, various methods for monitoring physiological function, and other behavioral and cognitive research techniques.

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Kinesiology as described above should not be confused with applied kiniesiology, a controversial chiropractic diagnostic method.” (See picture at left.)

In Applied Kiniesiology, the practitioner has the patient hold a bottle of herbs or another substance (such as an egg) in one hand, while extending the arm on the opposiste side of the body. If the practitioner can easily press the extended arm down, this is supposed to be an indication that the patient is allergic to the substance he or she is holding. If the extended arm is firm, this is supposedly an indication that no allergy exists.

Applied Kiniesiology is of the occult.  Many years ago, I went to a chiropractor who used this technique on me while I was sitting on a table. Each time he tried to press my arm down, I practically fell over. Finally, the doctor said “Will you please stop doing that?” The spirit that had been pushing me over stopped, and my arm was no longer easy to push down.

When my husband and I left the chiropractor’s office, we went to a restaurant. While there, we decided to do some testing of our own. Not only did the test reveal that I was allergic to my hamburger and fries: according to the test, I was allergic to my fork!

Years later, there were still demonic spirits in my life as a result of the Applied Kiniesiology experience in the chiropractor’s office, as well as spirits for having done the experiment in the restaurant. For the restaurant experience, there were spirits with me, with my husband, and with us as a couple and us as One.

Note: Any time a couple has done something together that invites demonic spirits, they will each have spirits who came to them as an individual, and there will be additional spirits with them as a couple and as one. (See my e-book What Demonic Spirits Don’t Want You to Know.)

Years later, I worked with a family whose chiropractor had prescribed their autistic daughter’s medication based on the test results from her father holding her on his lap and holding the vial of medication for her. The father extended his own arm, and the chiropractor pressed on it, under the assumption that the test would work because the man was holding his daughter on his lap. The girl and her father both had demonic spirits in their lives as a result of this experience.

The same was true for everyone I’ve worked with who has experienced Applied Kiniesiology. Each has had spirits who transferred from the practitioner, spirits who transferred from the table, spirits for having allowed this type of kiniesiology to be performed, and spirits with regard to each item that was tested.

In the case of a Naturopath who had used this technique to prescribe herbs for her patients, she not only had spirits in her life from using this technique; there were spirits for each time she had done it!

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Topics Included in My Website

For those who have never visited my website at http://www.staciespielman.com , the following are the topics covered in that site.

About Stacie

Alien Abduction


Angels

Automatic Writing

Bloody Mary

Bogeyman

Books, Movies, andHeavy Metal

Crystals

 Demonic Spirits

Demonic Tattering
     

 Divination

Fairies & Other
Magical Creatures

 
Imaginary Friends
 

Indigo Children

Items used for
Protection

 
   

 Open Doors


Ouija Board

Pentecostalism

Prayer

Psychic Kids

 Psychics & Mediums


Schizophrenia
Scizo

Spirit Guides
 
Talking to the Dead

 Voodoo
 

When Ghosts
Come to Call

Witchcraft
 

Word Curses

All topics listed here can be found on my website at http://www.staciespielman.com

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Will the World End Tomorrow (Dec. 21, 2012)?

There’s been a lot of hype in the news about the fact that the Mayan Calendar ends tomorrow (December 21, 2012).  People all over the world appear to be in a panic. There have even been reports of school closures.

Why all the fuss?  The Mayan Calendar is the most accurate calendar in the world. The majority, if not all, of the Mayan predictions have come true.  This cannot be said of any other prophet in history, other than Jesus.

The Mayans are a pagan culture. They worship the Sun God.

Given that pagan deities are the fallen angels the Bible speaks of in Revelation, demonic spirits are a normal part of their lives. Given that demonic spirits (fallen angels) have the ability to see into the future, this would account for the accuracy of the Mayan predictions.

But, despite the ability of fallen angels to see into the future, one vital piece of information is blocked from their vision. That vital piece of information is the date when the world will end.  Mark 13:32  “But concerning that day or that hour, no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.”

 

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Nowhere to Turn, Excerpt

Nowhere to Turn is my true story that spans the seven years alluded to but not covered in Betrayed by Her Guardian Angel.  In this excerpt, Kevin and Michael were each five years old:

By the time Saturday morning dawned, an inch and a half of snow had fallen and the world looked clean and white.  “Hey, Kev.  Wanna build a fort and have a snowball fight?”

Kevin had already donned his snow gear and was on his way out the door.  “Last one out’s a rotten egg…”

From her spot on the sofa facing the fireplace, wrapped  in an afghan with her clipboard and on-going manuscript in her lap, Eve could see the front yard through the picture window to her right.  The scene brought back warm memories from her childhood back East.  She had always loved snow days as a child.  When fresh snow had fallen during the night, she’d refused to be the first one to mess it up, and wouldn’t go out to play in the snow till the mailman had already spoiled it by leaving a trail of footprints.  She was glad the boys were having the opportunity to experience snow for themselves.  Unlike her, they couldn’t wait to be the first one to leave their mark.

Drawing her mind back to her story with an effort, Eve pursed her lips in thought. Then, as if her pen had a mind of its own, the words began to appear:  “The logger’s eyes glowed with a flaming passion…”  No, that wasn’t right.  ‘Flaming’ was too strong a word.  “The logger’s eyes glowed with a smoldering passion that belied the coldness of his – ”

“Gotcha!” Kevin shouted.

“No fair!” Michael shrilled.  “I wasn’t ready!”

“Yes you were!  You didn’t call time out!”

Glancing out through the window, Eve could see the boys pelting one another with snowballs.  Normally, she was opposed to snowball fights because of the danger of packing the snow too tight, and turning it into an ice ball.   But this snow was more powdery than moist.  The boys couldn’t have made an ice ball if they’d tried.  Apparently they hadn’t been able to construct a fort with it either.

“Time out!” Kevin called.  “I have to get the snow out of the neck of my coat.”

“No time outs!” Michael yelled, flinging a large handful of snow in Kevin’s face.

Closing in for the kill while Kevin was wiping the snow from his eyes, Michael scooped another handful and stuffed it down the neck of  Kevin’s shirt.

“That’s it!”  Kevin yelled.  “I’m going inside!”

Repentant, now that he’d gone too far, Michael followed on Kevin’s heels. “I was only kidding, Kev.  Don’t go in.”

“I’m freezing,” Kevin answered. “You soaked my shirt!  I don’t want to play with you anymore.”

Eve couldn’t see the porch steps from the living room window, but she heard Kevin’s stomping as he climbed onto the lower deck.  And then she heard the thud.

Throwing open the door, Eve froze.    Kevin had crumpled onto the redwood deck, clutching his head with mittened hands.  Standing over him, gripping a log of firewood, Michael might as well have been holding a smoking gun.

“What have you done?” Eve shrieked.

Looking at her blankly, Michael dropped the firewood log with a clatter.  “Kevin said he didn’t want to play anymore.”

By the time Saturday morning dawned, an inch and a half of snow had fallen and the world looked clean and white.  “Hey, Kev.  Wanna build a fort and have a snowball fight?”

Kevin had already donned his snow gear and was on his way out the door.  “Last one out’s a rotten egg…”

From her spot on the sofa facing the fireplace, wrapped  in an afghan with her clipboard and on-going manuscript in her lap, Eve could see the front yard through the picture window to her right.  The scene brought back warm memories from her childhood back East.  She had always loved snow days as a child.  When fresh snow had fallen during the night, she’d refused to be the first one to mess it up, and wouldn’t go out to play in the snow till the mailman had already spoiled it by leaving a trail of footprints.  She was glad the boys were having the opportunity to experience snow for themselves.  Unlike her, they couldn’t wait to be the first one to leave their mark.

Drawing her mind back to her story with an effort, Eve pursed her lips in thought. Then, as if her pen had a mind of its own, the words began to appear:  “The logger’s eyes glowed with a flaming passion…”  No, that wasn’t right.  ‘Flaming’ was too strong a word.  “The logger’s eyes glowed with a smoldering passion that belied the coldness of his – ”

“Gotcha!” Kevin shouted.

“No fair!” Michael shrilled.  “I wasn’t ready!”

“Yes you were!  You didn’t call time out!”

Glancing out through the window, Eve could see the boys pelting one another with snowballs.  Normally, she was opposed to snowball fights because of the danger of packing the snow too tight, and turning it into an ice ball.   But this snow was more powdery than moist.  The boys couldn’t have made an ice ball if they’d tried.  Apparently they hadn’t been able to construct a fort with it either.

“Time out!” Kevin called.  “I have to get the snow out of the neck of my coat.”

“No time outs!” Michael yelled, flinging a large handful of snow in Kevin’s face.

Closing in for the kill while Kevin was wiping the snow from his eyes, Michael scooped another handful and stuffed it down the neck of  Kevin’s shirt.

“That’s it!”  Kevin yelled.  “I’m going inside!”

Repentant, now that he’d gone too far, Michael followed on Kevin’s heels. “I was only kidding, Kev.  Don’t go in.”

“I’m freezing,” Kevin answered. “You soaked my shirt!  I don’t want to play with you anymore.”

Eve couldn’t see the porch steps from the living room window, but she heard Kevin’s stomping as he climbed onto the lower deck.  And then she heard the thud.

Throwing open the door, Eve froze.    Kevin had crumpled onto the redwood deck, clutching his head with mittened hands.  Standing over him, gripping a log of firewood, Michael might as well have been holding a smoking gun.

“What have you done?” Eve shrieked.

Looking at her blankly, Michael dropped the firewood log with a clatter.  “Kevin said he didn’t want to play anymore.”

By the time Saturday morning dawned, an inch and a half of snow had fallen and the world looked clean and white.  “Hey, Kev.  Wanna build a fort and have a snowball fight?”

Kevin had already donned his snow gear and was on his way out the door.  “Last one out’s a…”

From her spot on the sofa facing the fireplace, wrapped in an afghan with her clipboard and on-going manuscript in her lap, Eve could see the front yard through the picture window to her right.  The scene brought back warm memories from her childhood back East.  She had always loved snow days as a child.  When fresh snow had fallen during the night, she’d refused to be the first one to mess it up, and wouldn’t go out to play in the snow till the mailman had already spoiled it by leaving a trail of footprints.  She was glad the boys were having the opportunity to experience snow for themselves.  Unlike her, they couldn’t wait to be the first one to leave their mark.

Drawing her mind back to her story with an effort, Eve pursed her lips in thought. Then, as if her pen had a mind of its own, the words began to appear:  “The logger’s eyes glowed with a flaming passion…”  No, that wasn’t right.  ‘Flaming’ was too strong a word.  “The logger’s eyes glowed with a smoldering passion that belied the coldness of his – ”

“Gotcha!” Kevin shouted.

“No fair!” Michael shrilled.  “I wasn’t ready!”

“Yes you were!  You didn’t call time out!”

Glancing out through the window, Eve could see the boys pelting one another with snowballs.  Normally, she was opposed to snowball fights because of the danger of packing the snow too tight, and turning it into an ice ball.   But this snow was more powdery than moist.  The boys couldn’t have made an ice ball if they’d tried.  Apparently they hadn’t been able to construct a fort with it either.

“Time out!” Kevin called.  “I have to get the snow out of the neck of my coat.”

“No time outs!” Michael yelled, flinging a large handful of snow in Kevin’s face.

Closing in for the kill while Kevin was wiping the snow from his eyes, Michael scooped another handful and stuffed it down the neck Kevin’s jacket.

“That’s it!”  Kevin yelled.  “I’m going inside!”

Repentant, now that he’d gone too far, Michael followed on Kevin’s heels. “I was only kidding, Kev.  Don’t go in.”

“I’m freezing,” Kevin answered. “You soaked my shirt!  I don’t want to play with you anymore.”

Eve couldn’t see the porch steps from the living room window, but she heard Kevin’s stomping as he climbed onto the lower deck.  And then she heard the thud.

Throwing open the door, Eve froze. Kevin had crumpled onto the redwood deck, clutching his head with mittened hands.  Standing over him, gripping a log of firewood, Michael might as well have been holding a smoking gun.

“What have you done?” Eve shrieked.

Looking at her blankly, Michael dropped the firewood log with a clatter.  “Kevin said he didn’t want to play anymore.”

 

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