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Introducing Nicole Ramirez
Hello my name is Nicole and it mean victory of the people, victorious one, and it origin is from Greece.
I am a photographer, author, as well as an artist. This is my first posting here in my blog, and over the next season, i will share from several different subjects so as to encourage you.  One goal I have and intend to accomplish is to share the trials, traumas, and just hard times that i have come through, that i made it this far and you can too.
So, let me start with as i said above....  My name is Nicole. I am adopted and found out as i was raised by my adoptive parents, that my name was given to my by my biological dad. I was born in the 50's, and even though now in the 21st century, when i was growing up there was not one other Nicole i even met, heard of, be it in my life or on television. I never heard the name Nicole anywhere at all.
I was raised by Mr & Mrs Stickler, my adoptive parents, and they adopted another kid, this time a boy, and now i had a brother. We moved ever so much and so i never really got established in a neighborhood, all but for once. 
My dad acquired cancer and died of it when i was 11. We moved back to Pennsylvania, so he could say goodbye to his blood family before he died. After his death we came back to California, and settled in
San Diego County, the home of my moms sister.  We settled in an rural area of the Eastern County, and we stayed in one place, and it was nice to go to one school my entire high school years.
Of course i saw some cute looking guys, and sorta would follow them around. Another guy became aware of me, especially as i started to go to sports events to take pictures. I decided to take photography, for i needed credits to graduate, and that seemed different and maybe fun.  By the end of my junior year, i started dating this guy who was watching me. He graduated that year and 2 years later i then graduated.  He then moved and got his own apartment and i invited myself to move in. Within several months a very good friend of mine, had a dream, and because of the dream, she begged me to watch Billy Graham crusade that weekend on the t.v. (i had gone to his crusades growing up, and watched his crusades lots of times).  So the weekend came and it was December of 1977. I watched the crusade and ended up curled up on the floor crying at the end when the invitation to accept Christ was given. Well that very night, i couldn't go to bed with my boyfriend, i just KNEW it was not good anymore. So i slept in the walk in closet. Within the next week, i moved home with my mom. (she now only had a one bedroom apartment, and my brother had left home).  Within several months my boyfriend whose name was Charles, well he came to invite me out on a date once again, and shared with me he was saved now.  Within 5 months i was engaged, and we got married in June 1979.
I got pregnant nearly immediately and had a son in June of 1980 and named him charles as well. I now called my husband Charlie. The next 20 years were basically 2 more kids, who were boys, and several apartments too.
In 2002 my mom died, and within a year i started looking for my birth mom.  It was (I think) in 2005 that i found my birth dad. I found him for i had always known we had the new paper article in which it was shared the details of my situation..........
Details will be given in the next posting on my blog...........

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

I am free and flying

Many of you don't know me, and those who do,  WILL CERTAINLY probably laugh at this posting.... Ready?   Here it is......
This is going to be a long posting too.
These last few weeks, I have been overcome, saturated with the word Shalom. I know what it means, but it means more than i realized. That is number one.  Number two is I enjoy, love Glory of Zion with Chuck Pierce established in Texas, and watch it whenever I can.  This month I was more than wanting to watch the conference, but HAD to, there was something I HAD to grasp, hold on to, and not let go of. It was a wonderful, awesome conference. I did miss two of the gathering though, and GOZ, posted them the next week (free of charge).  I knew the one i was drawn to the most and watched it.  WOW!  I have always know about the feasts in the old testament, the holidays etc, but never learned much about them, let alone celebrate them. I watched Robert Heidler the teacher of those holidays, and the Day of Atonement (Yom Kippur) was that Saturday.  September 13-14th, sundown to sundown.  I was actually nervous on the 13th and was wondering what was going to happen.
Let me share now some history.........
1957  I was conceived in my moms womb.                   2002  Mom died    
1958  I was born and abandoned by man                      2005 Looked for birth mom, found birth dad
1960   Legally adopted                                                 2006 demonic manisfestations started at night           1969  Adoptive dad died                                              searched, Searched, SEARCHED to be delivered
1977  God saved me (salvation)                                    2008  started having blankouts in the daytime
1979  Married (now for 34 years)                                 2013  Day of Atonement (truth revealed)
1980, 82, 90  gave birth to a son                                                     I AM FREE
September 13th came and I watched the sunset, and it was a quiet evening and I was alone, no family member was here but me.  I read and just soaked in the Lord.
The sun came up and I basically just read the word, laid on my bed, and just tried to not just hear, but listen if and when the Lord was to communicate. The day ended and i actually watched the shadow on my bedroom wall increase as the sun set.  I was amazed, for the Truth that came over me that day as i repented, was over the last 6-7 years with the manifestations; they basically stopped I think in 2009.  But last October, I had one, one night.  So I assumed that I was still possessed, and the blank outs continue. They are much weaker and shorter.  So Saturday, the truth that I hadn't grasped  DAH!   Was and IS the fact, that I am FREE of any demonic spirit, and the healing is almost complete. It makes me think of so many of us, THINK ever so much worse than what actually IS.
I had a dream years ago, it was the most vividest, intense dream of my life. I was in a battle for my identity (a purse in the dream) and it was a fight, for the woman i was fighting would not let go, but once I gave a very hard yank, and HAD now my purse (identity), she melted identically like the wicked witch of the east, in wizard of oz.  Pay attention to your dreams, most of the time they are the Lord wanting to communicate with you.  So in conclusion...........I AM FREE!!I AM FREE!!! Newsboys!

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