06-02-2007


I have decided to share more personal history about my spiritual journey on this Sabbath Day, the Seventh day of the week, rest day.

I was brought up in the Roman Catholic Church, being the seventh of the ten children of my biological parents. I did in fact make my “first holy communion”, and was baptized as a baby into the false Catholic Religion.

Being that my mother was so busy with all ten of us, somehow making my “catechism” in the Catholic Church fell by the way-side. However, as an adult after graduating college with a degree in Philosophy, I did attend catechism classes when I lived in Colorado for a bit. I proceeded to ask about the Book of Revelations, which had always intrigued me since the third grade. I was told that this would not be discussed in the class, but only the little Catholic “booklets” that were handed out. Soon, I dropped the class, as it was obvious I did not fit in.

There was one time while I was in college that will never leave my memory. I had been quite depressed in my mind as to WHY I was even in college, and what LIFE was all about. I began weeping and crying—I felt a heat go throughout my body and soul and I began crying, “Abba, Abba, Abba, over and over again. I thought I must have lost my mind, as I did not even realize what I was saying until years later, I mentioned it to someone who knew a bit about Aramaic/Hebrew, he told me that Abba means Father in Aramaic. I thought of what the churches spoke when the talked about “tongues”. Soon after my stint in Colorado, I ran into an old childhood friend who was big-time into the “born-again” movement. She told me, “The heavenly father has rules because he loves his children”. This made sense to me, being that I was an “unwed” pregnant woman at the time, who was never really taught what these rules were. From that point, I attended church after church, a total of five at least in seven years.

The main problem being that every church seemed to be lacking some sort of truth when it came to scriptures. I remember finally looking in the dictionary under the word Saturday, and it stated the Seventh Day! This was after reading the Ten Commandments in the KJV of scripture, and seeing that this was to be a day of rest. I told the Pastor at the church I was attending at the time, that I had seen in the dictionary that Saturday was actually the Seventh Day, and Sunday was the first!.. He was visibly annoyed with me and stated, “That has all been done away with”! Soon I invited a Seventh Day Adventist to visit me, but something in my spirit did not sit well with this either.

I attended various other churches/denominations after this, ignoring my inclination toward the truth of the real Sabbath day, and soon I found even more inconsistencies of what was taught in the churches: Paul’s teaching for example, confused me to no end-as he seemed to teach contrary to the teaching of the Savior. Later on I was shown that in fact Paul was part of the FALSEHOOD of the Churches.

One night, I was awakened from my sleep, and began weeping heavily. I felt coming from above, the pain of the true Creator. He kept telling me over and over again as I wept and felt his pain, “they’re changing my words, they’re changing my words”—I felt the same heat go throughout me as I did that one time years before in college, when I cried, Abba, Abba. This experience was so real and intense. He was allowing me to feel the pain in his heart for the changing of his words.

I soon learned Christmas, Easter and other holidays were all NOT of the true Creator and that yes, I was on the right track about the Sabbath Day being the Seventh Day of the week. I also learned not to eat pork or shellfish and that the true Creator was not god/lord/baal as many called him.

For ten years I attended feasts and lived close by to the house of Jupiter/Yahweh in Abilene Texas. I left in August/September of 2005, and proceeded to go through hell for another 2 years after, but I rather not get into that.

I am thankful that my prayers were answered of finding a beautiful husband who loves me and understands me as nobody else could. There is a story in that, which one day, the Heavenly Abba willing, I will share as well. I am still searching for truth, but know I am on the right track. I want to learn Eastern Aramaic, as this is what it is said the Mashiyach spoke. The more I learn, the more I will become closer to him, and the more I will share with all whom read this blog.

Peace and more to follow.


Rosemaryann Stanley.