TESTIMONY TIME.......... I'M back but this time, with my TRUE IDENTITY 100%. I have been fighting, FIGHTING, so as to be walking, living in the Identity GOD CREATED me to be in. I keep having breakthroughs (good), and keep coming up a level, (good). So often what seems to be evil, is deliverance and healing! FOR SUCH A TIME AS THIS~ Deep breath... I got thrown to the floor yesterday (not good) and never imagined, that it was 100% VICTORY (darkest before the dawn), and if you are going through some ugh, it is the same for you too! VICTORY is at hand. Well I got thrown to the floor yesterday and when I came to, I wasn't sure where I was, and then "life" came into focus, I found blood on the pillow and had no fear (started saying shalom 2 years ago, as Holy Spirit prompted me)( Deborah Pomeroy / Debra Karrasch ) I washed my head (to the best of my ability, the back of it, and I could not see it) The day progressed and I learned as I have started listening to Sheila Zilinsky and Carla Butand. Boy I am learned lots.......... God is going deep / DEEP in those of us that will let HIM> and getting us CLEAN/ CLEANEST for these upcoming battles!!! So I thought I had a few spirits that needed cast out, now I have grasped that upwards toward 2 dozens critters are now gone out of me. I also am understanding, that "usually" the more evil in you/ your bloodline, the more anointed you very well are, could be. Now this posting could be chapters long, but I am learning demonic names of spirits that are in people, that the church rarely teaches, and the ONLY reason I am sharing here WARRIORS , IS THAT we do warfare and IT IS IMPORTANT FOR US TO UNDERSTAND THE TACTICS of the enemy. Time to get washed WHITE AS SNOW........ Feel free to ask me any questions. ALSO.... I have had a tremendous wonderful breakthrough of feeling, sensing; sight, smell, touch, hearing, ................... those sensations of The Lord, that I never did before. SHALOM ...........
- Introducing Nicole RamirezHello 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...........