They have souls, only their souls are being held hostage by the demons in them. Many have demons. We are living among the dead. Please do write more about your thoughts on demons, souls, and airplanes. Have you seen the woman casting out a demon from another woman on the airplane? And it seems to work. I'm surprised we don't see more Christians attempting to cast out demons on airplanes (and Walmarts). We'd all be so exhausted, I suppose.
Please write more on the spiritual warfare you witness happening! If you want to see a visible shift in the behavior of the people around you, start praying, call on Jesus or start reading from the Bible. The demons absolutely can’t stand any of that. I hope your soul gets refreshed being around family, on the farm, in nature, sunshine, grounding…get some negative ions and recharge your cellular batteries.
Amen to that! You, your dad and Doug, as public figures, have to put your faces in public frequently just to remain relevant. A businessman has to do the same. A friend of mine from six decades ago writes in his autobiography that travel was the bane of his existance even on Signapore Airlines back in the day.
It would, or will, be wonderful when and if you can write about how to succeed in the wider world without sacrificing your freedom to airplanes and hotels. As expatriates you may be interested in my friend John Siniscal's quarter century riding the boom in Asia.
I am new around here. So, forgive me if Im off. The day after September 12. 2001, I cold turkey quit my freelancing flight attendant gig for Silas Chou, without hesitation. He was upgrading from a golf-stream to a..hmm. That larger jet suddenly slips my mind; Im 75. The captain of his jet was psychotic. Soon as we landed in Hong Kong, the captain would attempt to control my down time; always wanting me to accompany him to walk around watching girls holding hands. I thought to myself, its custom for two females to walk hand in hand. What is wrong with this guy? Landing on the tarmac once, we had to wait a very long time for Bill Clinton to take off before we could exit. Another time, it was Jack Nicklaus. I absolutely loved my long layovers in Hong Kong. Flying in the cockpit approaching that peninsula 'all lit up' was nothing short of so amazing; NYC on steroids! It was the nineties. I got to walk into the all men's exclusive China Club one day because something was in need of immediately collecting. A birthday invitation was boxed with several inner boxes for unwrapping
with Tassels. Id serve one, to thirteen passengers. I had to wait for the wink or nod letting me know which female was boarding; Mrs. Chou or his mistress. Of course that sort of custom was much more discrete back then. It was the late nineties. Hong Kong was in high gear with trade and technology. Infrastructure was changing radically between my bimonthly return trips.
Something I really had little knowledge about was about to explode there; right after nine eleven.
They have souls, only their souls are being held hostage by the demons in them. Many have demons. We are living among the dead. Please do write more about your thoughts on demons, souls, and airplanes. Have you seen the woman casting out a demon from another woman on the airplane? And it seems to work. I'm surprised we don't see more Christians attempting to cast out demons on airplanes (and Walmarts). We'd all be so exhausted, I suppose.
Please write more on the spiritual warfare you witness happening! If you want to see a visible shift in the behavior of the people around you, start praying, call on Jesus or start reading from the Bible. The demons absolutely can’t stand any of that. I hope your soul gets refreshed being around family, on the farm, in nature, sunshine, grounding…get some negative ions and recharge your cellular batteries.
Glad I traveled when I was young! It is a nightmare to do it now. There is "no place like home"!
Amen to that! You, your dad and Doug, as public figures, have to put your faces in public frequently just to remain relevant. A businessman has to do the same. A friend of mine from six decades ago writes in his autobiography that travel was the bane of his existance even on Signapore Airlines back in the day.
It would, or will, be wonderful when and if you can write about how to succeed in the wider world without sacrificing your freedom to airplanes and hotels. As expatriates you may be interested in my friend John Siniscal's quarter century riding the boom in Asia.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/228925656-my-quarter-century-in-asia?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=4knMo8LHQl&rank=4
I am new around here. So, forgive me if Im off. The day after September 12. 2001, I cold turkey quit my freelancing flight attendant gig for Silas Chou, without hesitation. He was upgrading from a golf-stream to a..hmm. That larger jet suddenly slips my mind; Im 75. The captain of his jet was psychotic. Soon as we landed in Hong Kong, the captain would attempt to control my down time; always wanting me to accompany him to walk around watching girls holding hands. I thought to myself, its custom for two females to walk hand in hand. What is wrong with this guy? Landing on the tarmac once, we had to wait a very long time for Bill Clinton to take off before we could exit. Another time, it was Jack Nicklaus. I absolutely loved my long layovers in Hong Kong. Flying in the cockpit approaching that peninsula 'all lit up' was nothing short of so amazing; NYC on steroids! It was the nineties. I got to walk into the all men's exclusive China Club one day because something was in need of immediately collecting. A birthday invitation was boxed with several inner boxes for unwrapping
with Tassels. Id serve one, to thirteen passengers. I had to wait for the wink or nod letting me know which female was boarding; Mrs. Chou or his mistress. Of course that sort of custom was much more discrete back then. It was the late nineties. Hong Kong was in high gear with trade and technology. Infrastructure was changing radically between my bimonthly return trips.
Something I really had little knowledge about was about to explode there; right after nine eleven.