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A STRANGE OCCURANCE ON AUSTRALIA VOTING DAY MAY 2nd 2025

Today was an ordinary day—or so I thought. I headed out to vote, as I’ve done many times before. The sun was shining; the air was crisp, and a sense of duty filled me as I joined the long crowd outside the polling station, with many people patiently waiting. As I stood there among the crowd, something happened that I still can’t quite explain. An official, an older gentleman who looked to be around seventy, strolled down the line. He was tall, distinguished-looking, with a full head of wavy white hair. His presence was calm, yet there was something about him that made you take notice. He wasn’t speaking to anyone. Just quietly observing as he passed each person. And then he stopped, right at my side. With a gentle tone, he asked, “Are you here to vote?” I said, “Yes, I am,” wondering why he asked? Without another word, he gave me a nod and asked me to follow him. He led me past the entire line, straight through the doors, and into the voting area. No questions. No ID check. No hesitation. Just like that, I was inside, and taken to a table to have my name marked off. Finished later and walking outside, I tried to spot him again. But he was gone. Completely vanished, nowhere to be seen. I kept wondering: Why me? I was the only one in that long line given such favor. No one else was selected. No one else seemed to notice what had just taken place. Puzzled about this, my daughter who was with me simply smiled at me and said with conviction, “you were favored mom, God paved the way.” I’m still bewildered, and if I’m honest. I can’t shake the feeling that the man wasn’t just a kind stranger or a polling official doing his job. I have to wonder … was he an angel?

Parental Wisdom needs always be heeded.

THIS IS NOT MINE... I read it and am passing it on as wonderful Life Wisdom!! He didn’t enjoy living at his father’s house — mainly because of the constant “nagging.” “You’re leaving the fan on when you exit the room.” “The TV’s on in the living room and no one is watching… Turn it off!” “Close the door properly.” “Don’t waste so much water.” He didn’t like how his father bothered him with those “little things.” He tolerated it… until one day he got a call for a job interview. “As soon as I get this job, I’ll leave this city. I won’t have to hear my dad complain anymore,” he thought. As he was leaving, his father gave him some advice: “Answer every question with confidence. Even if you don’t know the answer, speak with certainty.” And then… gave him more money than necessary for the interview. When he arrived at the interview center, he noticed there was no security at the entrance. The door was wide open—swinging outward and possibly disturbing people passing by. He closed it gently and stepped inside. On both sides of the path, he saw beautiful flowers, but the gardener had left the hose running. Water was spilling everywhere. He adjusted the hose and placed it where the plants actually needed watering. There was no receptionist, but a note said: “Interview upstairs.” He walked up slowly… The lights in the staircase were still on, even though it was 10 a.m.—probably since the night before. He remembered his dad’s voice: “Why are you leaving the room with the lights on?” Annoyed, yet thoughtful, he looked for the switch… and turned them off. Upstairs, in a large hall, many candidates were waiting. As he stepped in, he noticed the Welcome doormat was upside down. With a slight sigh, he fixed it. Old habits die hard... He saw the front seats were full while the ones in the back were empty. Several fans were blowing over empty chairs. Once again, his dad’s voice echoed in his mind: “Why are the fans on where no one is sitting?” He turned off the unnecessary fans and sat in the back. Candidate after candidate entered and left through another door—nobody knew what was being asked. Finally, it was his turn. He walked in nervously. The interviewer took his papers but didn’t even look at them. He asked: “When can you start?” He froze. “Wait… Is this a trick question? Or… is he really offering me the job?” The interviewer noticed his hesitation and said: “Wondering why we’re not asking questions? Because we don’t believe questions reveal a person’s true nature. We believe in observing people’s actions.” “We tested everyone through surveillance cameras. Only one person closed the door, fixed the hose, turned off the lights, straightened the doormat, and shut off the fans.” “That person… was you. That’s why you’re hired.” In that moment, he realized that everything his father had taught him made sense. All the discipline he once resented… was what helped him get his first job. The irritation vanished. He smiled—grateful—and decided: “I’m bringing Dad with me. We’ll live together.” --- Everything our parents tell us is for our good. They want to shape a brighter future for us. A rock doesn’t become a sculpture without enduring the sculptor’s chisel. To become people of value, we must accept guidance, corrections, and love— Which is exactly what our parents give us. A mother lifts a child to feed, comfort, and love. A father lifts the child onto his shoulders… So they can see the world he never could. We easily feel a mother’s pain, But a father’s pain is often invisible—only noticed when others reveal it. At 5, our father is our teacher At 20, he might feel like a villain But for life… he is our guide. Mothers may grow old and live with their children… But many fathers don’t know how to ask for that. Don’t wait until it’s too late to show love. Care for them while they’re here. Hug them. Appreciate them. Always. They are our greatest gifts. Parents are real-life superheroes. Never forget.

An Amazing Book Review

No Secret but a HUGE Surprise. My latest book recieved a surprising review. I was astonished when I read it and would love to personally thank the reader yet I don't know her. Book Link: AND, she even went to the trouble of making this poster.

Tambi Smith 5.0 out of 5 stars Interesting Read! Reviewed in the United States on March 20, 2025 "I Believe God’s Word: Spiritual Warfare & Prayers" by Crystal Mary Lindsey offers a compelling collection of short stories that delve deep into the realm of spiritual encounters. As someone who is still discovering my own spiritual path, I found these stories both intriguing and enlightening. Crystal Mary Lindsey's vivid accounts of her spiritual warfare experiences, spanning from 1953 to 2024, provide a glimpse into the unseen battles that many of us may not even realize are unfolding around us. Her gift of discernment of spirits is something I have not personally experienced, yet I find it entirely believable. Each story in the collection describes true spiritual experiences such as witnessing evil entities and encountering fiery darts—metaphors that resonate biblically but also speak to the inexplicable realities one might face. These encounters are described with an authenticity that draws readers into her world, revealing how scripture serves as both a shield and a weapon against the forces of darkness. Crystal Mary Lindsey's narrative approach is unique in that she provides chapter and verse references rather than quoting scripture directly, inviting readers to explore the biblical texts further at their own pace. This method ensures that the reader is not overwhelmed and can engage with the stories in a way that feels personal and profound. The collection is not just about the events themselves, but about the power of God's Word spoken aloud in the face of these challenges. The diversity of these experiences, from unexplained fragrances to the more directly confrontational encounters, demonstrates the broad spectrum of spiritual warfare. Each tale is accompanied by beautiful chapter graphics that complement the narrative, enhancing the reader's journey through these spiritual landscapes. While not every reader will have had the same experiences as Crystal Mary Lindsey, her stories serve as a reminder that there are unseen forces at work in the world. Some may find these accounts entertaining, while others might find comfort in knowing they are not alone in their experiences. Personally, I found myself wishing for more depth in some of the stories, wanting to linger longer in the moments she describes. Despite this, the book succeeds in its mission to equip, encourage, and enlighten those who might face similar or unique spiritual battles. Through Crystal Mary Lindsey's testimonies, readers can gain insight and confidence in the authority of God over all things seen and unseen. This book challenges us to ponder the spiritual dimensions of our lives and ask ourselves: How might our own encounters with the unseen shape our understanding of faith and the power of God's Word?

Fighting Evil Spirits

Evil spirits are unseen to the human eye, yet they are very real. Some people will laugh at this, but they are the ignorant ones. I have just published a VERY SHORT read on Kindle that reveals my experiences.

The Price is only 0.99 CENTS BATTLING the UNSEEN — A Lifetime of Spiritual Experiences... For decades, I have witnessed firsthand the spiritual realm, both its light and its darkness. As a Bible-believing Christian, extraordinary encounters, unseen by many, have shaped my faith and understanding of God’s power. This book chronicles real-life experiences of spiritual warfare, beginning in 1953, and my personal responses as I relied on God’s Word, our greatest weapon, against unseen forces. From Demonic attacks to divine victories, each account reveals how scripture became my sword, bringing protection and triumph in the face of evil. Though I have also been blessed with angelic visits, this collection focuses mainly on encounters with darkness, to equip, encourage, and enlighten those who may face similar battles. I hope that through these testimonies, others will gain insight, faith, and confidence in God’s authority over all things seen and unseen.

The Hilarious Side of ENGLISH

America versus Australia My late husband grew up in Tennessee, USA, while I was raised in New South Wales, Australia. I had always assumed that, since we both spoke English, we used the same words in the same way. But it didn’t take long for me to realize just how wrong I was. 1.Early in our marriage, he took me to a hardware store and told the man behind the counter that he had a long list of honeydos to tackle. I stood there, puzzled, thinking he meant honeydews—the sweet, pale-green fruit similar to a rock melon. As I wondered where all these melons were, it suddenly clicked. He wasn’t talking about fruit at all! He was referring to a honey-do list—a collection of household tasks his "honey" (me!) wanted him to do. It was my first real introduction to the charming, and sometimes bewildering, differences between Australian and Southern American English. 2. Next my husband took me to visit a dear friend of his in Kentucky, a man he fondly called "Old Buddy." With a proud grin and a thick Southern drawl, his friend announced, "I got me a whale in the back!" A whale? I blinked, trying to process what I'd just heard. How on earth could he have a whale in his backyard? My mind conjured up images of an enormous swimming pool—though I couldn't imagine how he'd managed to fit a whale in there, let alone why he would want one. As he continued speaking, his enthusiasm growing, the truth finally dawned on me. He wasn’t talking about a whale at all—he was saying he had a well out back, and he was immensely proud of it. I let out a laugh, shaking my head at my own misunderstanding. It was yet another lesson in the unexpected quirks of Southern American English! 3. When I brought my husband back to Australia for a visit, we settled near the ocean. While shopping for groceries one day, I casually mentioned that there was no way I was going to the beach without buying a pair of thongs. To my astonishment, he suddenly blurted out, loud enough for half the store to hear, “You ain’t wearing no thong!” I stared at him, completely baffled. What on earth was he going on about? Then, spotting a pair in my size, I plucked them off the shelf, held them up, and declared, “I absolutely am!” He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Them thar are flip-flops, not thongs!” he said, shaking his head. That was the moment we both realized just how different Australian and American English could be—and how easily it could lead to some hilarious misunderstandings!