''January 12, 2012 God's Living Bible - The Third Testament - God's New Revelations - The Messiahs Of The Third Testament - About Anne Terri
A Foreword From God About Anne Terri (God Through Anne Terri With The Holy Spirit)
This Is God, Dictating to Anne Terri Through My Holy Spirit. She types as I Speak. I Have Asked her to update her biography. When you sign in as a member, you show Faith in Me, as well as My Messiahs.
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I Am your Creator. I Have Many Names, which were based on various languages throughout Eternity. Whether you call Me, Para Brahman, Vishnu, יהוה, YHVH, GOD, The LORD, Allah, or Jehovah, I Am Here for you.
Anne is one of My Messiahs and Secretary. She has literally organized this work from the beginning. I Am Bringing to her those who are also hearing Me, and were Chosen to be a part of this vast work.
Yes, I Have Returned for the Good of Earth's future; for the Good of ALL inhabitants, and as I Shared in the main introduction of The Third Testament, Jesus is With Me.
Who is Anne Terri? She has answered this question below My Amen.
Last Edit: Dec 12, 2016 15:17:41 GMT 1 by Anne Terri
For the purposes of privacy, this will only focus on some of the Spiritual parts of my journey, and positions held, to allow you to see, how God has Brought me back.
I began my search for Jesus as a young child, and often thought of God, when attending mass. I am a Baptized Catholic, from birth. Mass was boring, and not being able to understand much of what the priests said, I looked at the paintings of God, and Jesus on the ceiling.
Kneeling on the hard floor is a memory that I have not forgotten, for there were often times, I was at church alone, and hid in the back where there were no cushions to kneel upon. I was only about six years of age. I found out later, God was with Me.
I was raised to be a Catholic, by my Methodist Mother, as it was my Dad's wish. He shared this with her, for he had a dangerous job, and wanted to make certain that if anything happened to him, I would be a member of his Faith.
He left earth before my 2nd birthday, as he was killed in the line of duty, as a Federal ATF Agent. In the early morning hours, I awakened crying, and it was not till later when My mother noted the time of my dad's death, that she realized it was the exact time I woke up. God Has recently Shared with me that my dad was Allowed to visit me briefly at that time. He arrived in Spirit, as God Brought him to Heaven.
Now, I bring you forward several years. You will see as you progress through this story, that I am trained in many areas. When I look back at my resume, I do not believe it myself.
I do remember, I often felt a Spiritual presence in the church. I do not know if it was the incense, the feeling of Christmas, or my childhood imagination at work, when I'd look up at the life like statues. I loved looking at the stained glass windows and the traditional stations of the cross which adorned the walls. The tall ceiling was held up by many ornate columns rubbed in gold leaf. The priests wore robes of red and gold and seemed to be from another world. I had great respect for them and honestly believed they had a direct connection to our LORD.
In an effort to raise me as the good Catholic, I was given a God mother and father, as well as participating in the traditional first Communion and Confirmation ceremonies. I didn't attend Catholic school, but went to classes to achieve the above, and this was based upon the advice of the Priest, who was also teaching my mother about the ways of a Catholic.
My childhood was filled with many unique experiences.
One thing I did do as a very young Christian, was help others. I loved to entertain the elderly people at my Grandmother's rest-home, often making rounds to every room, with hand made cards, and presents.
After dad passed, my mother sought solace in me, placing me at the table in my dad's chair, and seeking for me, what she would have liked for herself when she was a young child.
This began as lessons in baton twirling and dancing at the age of four. I excelled at both, winning state prizes in baton, and was eligible to go to the national competition in America by the time I was twelve years old. I found that the trophies and medals meant nothing to me.
What I learned, I taught. Ideas came to me, which were not that of a normal teen. I talked with my mother about organizing a baton twirling group for the neighborhood. We went to the recreation and parks council to find a place to practice, and suddenly, I was teaching my craft to the neighborhood children and eventually had a majorette group which brought the entire community together. I was sixteen years old at the time. It was a time of racial turmoil and we came together, all races and creeds as friends. This group also excelled, and won many state awards. Many of these children now have children of their own, and are still in touch with me and my Mother.
Later, when I was twenty one years of age, I went to New York City making my way in the theater world as a dancer. This happened in the early 70's, when I was young, naive and rearing to go. It was there that I remember my next encounter with Jesus Christ.
I had little money in New York. I ate one meal a day and that was shared with my cats. I was not able to afford the dance classes, nor the time to attend them. I went there to make it on Broadway, but ended up doing stints as a waitress, theater ticket salesgirl, and eventually became a secretary at a the Wilhelmina Modeling Agency. I was also performing off Broadway.
At this time, I saved my money for a ticket to see a film. I did not have the fee for the subway or bus. This day, I walked over eighty blocks to see the new movie, Jesus Christ Superstar.
That was when I felt very close to Jesus. I left the theater feeling so full of Spirit, that I hardly noticed the long walk back. On the way to my apartment, I went into the famous Saint Patrick's Cathedral, on 5th Avenue and stayed there for quite a while.
However, this was not to be my life, and I eventually left New York.
New York proved to be quite a challenge for me. In addition to trying to pay for the incredible high prices which were necessary to live there, I was doing a dance show back in Baltimore, on the weekends. I was commuting back and forth by train.
Finally, I moved back to Baltimore. I resumed teaching the baton group. I also began to do choreography for dinner theaters, and other theatrical groups. I eventually came to organize a dance troop. We held auditions, found a radio station to sponsor us, and the city was all for it. We became a group of forty dancers who were similar to The New York Rockettes, and The Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. We made many performances for the city of Baltimore.
Eventually my dancing days were over, having reached the age of thirty five. However I went back to visit New York one last time.
That weekend, I was there at the request of a friend who was a Broadway composer, who had given me and several friends, tickets to a preview Broadway show. While in NYC, we had dinner at the top of The World Trade Center. I was surprised to have to take two elevators to get to the top. The night we had dinner on Top Of The World, there was no view of the city below, for the restaurant was socked in due to total fog. The next morning in the news, we read of a very fortunate air pilot of a passenger jetliner, who averted a near miss collision with the tower, thanks to the competent air traffic controller who alerted him to his plight. God Was With all of us that night. No one should build them this high.
My life seems extensive in training for areas which I feel are not God like, and I am certainly not a Saint. Now, I understand I had to experience many things in order to teach. I feel God Taught me these organizational skills which I now use.
During this time, I kept searching for the right Catholic church. I was convinced that there had to be one, which God Attended. Wasn't Jesus supposed to be there? I did not know God Was literally with me Waiting to Come Forward.
Living on the left side of the bay bridge near Baltimore, did not seem to be where I needed to be. I crossed the bay, and found myself in a small village, on Maryland's Eastern Shore. Through a friend, I joined two local fire companies. I intended to be in the ladies auxiliary, but found out they did not have one. After all, it felt right, for many of my family members on my mother's side, were firefighters. I wanted to do something to help.
In jest, when I found there was no women's organization, I said, 'OK then, I will be a firefighter'. They took me seriously, and I became one of the first female firefighters in two fire companies. Not stopping there, and at the prodding of the others, I studied everything available to me. Emergency Medical Technician, Medic, pumps classes, Hazmat, and dive rescue.
Eventually this training led me to the new 911 center they were planning to set up for our sixteen station county. I helped set up the center, programmed some of the computers, ran wires, put together the manuals for protocols, and studied how to be a 911 operator.
One of the Paramedics suggested I also work with her at several of the local jails as a Medic to the inmates. When I realized I was working long hours in many directions without medical insurance available, I sought full time work, and this time, became a Corrections Officer.
I still volunteered at two fire companies, and lived next to the local Methodist Church, but was so busy with all the volunteering, I could not find the time to attend!
Poor God, it was not fair. Also, money became tighter, for things were changing in our depressed area. Businesses were closing; there were no raises, and many people were suddenly without work.
One day in frustration at not being able to pay my bills, I asked an empty room, ''What's it all for?''
God Came to me, after I expressed deep despair, asking what's it all for? And as with the Apostle Paul, I now understand what it is like to take care of the world's prisoners.
Little did I know I would Receive a Mission based on this question.
Suddenly it was 9/11. The Twin Towers fell.
I felt strongly compelled to leave the East Coast. Then the feeling came that I should leave the states. It was overwhelming. A friend in Europe, took me in, and the rest of our story is written within the time line of Key Dates for God's Living Bible.
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