A Gift Inside

This afternoon, after a long day of baking cookies with my kiddos, I attempted to take a long needed nap. Although my Body was ready to sleep, I became quite aware of a party going on inside with parts from my system. If you don’t know what I am talking about, please check out my first couple posts to understand what having Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) is like. (Here is one of those posts.)

Suddenly, I heard as clear as day the sounds of laughter and delights as I turned inward to see young littles (alters) dressed up in pretty Christmas colors and tinsel in their hair. Pumpkin was wearing silvery glitter in a ponytail and Cosmos was wearing red sparkly bows in her two little pigtails. Some of the older girls had comfy red and white PJs with fluffy white sweaters and red socks. Yet everyone was warm and happy and Papa God was having fun with his brand new red fluffy socks that there girls have given him.



The kids were all excited for today, yet I had no idea what was going on. As I turned my head to listen, I realized, in the garden of my heart, there was a Christmas Party going on. 

There was a warm Fire in the fireplace, and warm hot chocolate for everyone attending. There were kids opening Christmas presents, and others making presents for all their friends. Some had colorful paints and they were making pretty paintings. Others were decorating the trees in the garden and even decorating the Angels and the Lion. Kids were laughing and I could hear our Papa God laughing, too. Some of the girls were braiding the Lion’s mane with tinsel and ribbons and warm fluffy scarves. 

Little Cosmos who is 4 climbed on Papa’s lap where he was sitting with her quietly. Snuggling close into his arms, she whispered in his ear, “Is there a gift that could be given to my friends?”

The Father turned and said to her, “whatever your heart imagines, we can create together.” 

Suddenly we saw this beautiful gift coming together inside her imagination and mine. It was this beautiful ball, that was like an iridescent pearl but yet it bounced like rubber. The Glory of the King was contained inside and it shined like the northern lights with every color you could imagine it shined and danced.


It also did something amazing that I never saw anything like it in those world. If she would sing into it, it came alive with the beauty of each child. It was still the Glory of God inside it that shown through it but suddenly it was unique because the uniqueness of every child shined through it too. As each child held it and sang into it, it was like the ball would come alive, it released a sound and light that danced all the way to the stars and back. With if all creation responded and could dance too. Suddenly I realized this ball wasn’t just a toy or something pretty for us to look at. It was an instrument that carried the Father’s glory and our voice made it come alive, with the words and songs that each child carried. For as they sang there stories in song, it’s words were carried out, it not only created something beautiful, it released a sound that even the stars and God’s creation responded too. 

My heart rejoices with Cosmos at this amazing idea she had inside. Then the Father took her to the water, where beautiful jewels where contained inside. Putting her hands into the water and pulling up the stones below, the Father put his hands around hers, and something inside them formed and began to grow. Colors of Green, Red, Turquoise and Blue Of every shape and size, were created and made for every child, to be given this to them this Christmas Night. Some were really neat as she put them on strings and turned them into pretty jewelry. Yet when you held them in your hands, they would grow into something much larger to see. 

I then saw her ask Papa what could be done to give these gifts to her friends, He said he would give them, each one of those in need and with them came great warmth and healing  in what they sing. 

So this is our Christmas gift to you my friends, weather you are lonely or surrounded by family and friends. You are loved by the King and you are loved by us. May this gift from our heart be something you can experience in your hearts. His love, and His joy, and His creation does sing. Your voice is a part of it and it brings great joy in what He brings. So ask the Father if this gift is for you. It comes from his heart and our heart too. Close your eyes and open your hands, Sing a little song, and feel his warm hands. Look at what appears with your imagination and your song, it’s a beautiful dance that with the Father you can dance along. 

Merry Christmas to all. You are loved my friends!

Out of the Shadows


The heaviness of the recent events of the last couple weeks from the recent news of people coming forward with sexual abuse allegations against people in the public eye and also a leader in my circle of friends has been very triggering and painful to watch. Although I didn’t want to watch it, it was still all over social media and the news continuously reached me whether I wanted it to or not. Often times like many other survivors repressed memories of sexual abuse and ritual abuse can easily be triggered by things on social media as well as the news. It is hard or sometimes impossible to stop a memory from coming up. Like many others who have gone through trauma, each repressed memory is attached to a portion of my soul who was created through the trauma. These portions are called Alters and carry the memories, emotions, and a fully separate personality which remains in hiding in a place of captivity until they are triggered or come up through prayer.


Her name was Shadow, she was a 10-year old alter in our system and was to remain in the shadows and report things she heard back to the bad guys. After being heavily triggered by painful emotions of recent events in our nation, our friend Matt asked for the Lord to bring up any alters from inside who may have information about what we were dealing with. Quickly Shadow came up from deep inside and said, “I am not allowed to talk, only listen and report back.” She was hiding in the shadows inside us listening and reporting back to the bad guys’ everything she heard. She said she did this because that was what Grandma wanted her to do and if she didn’t she would get punished. With these words the following traumatic memory surfaced.

Trigger Warning:  If you are triggered easily please skip the next two paragraphs.


Her Grandmother told her to go and play in the tool shed. As a child, this was one of her favorite places to play. There were outside toys and garden tools and all kinds of interesting trinkets and statues and decorations that were to be explored. She often-times found this place fascinating. However this time, Grandma closed the door and locked it. She told me we were playing a game where I had to stay inside and be quiet and listen carefully. At first, she was frightened but there was a light in there and quickly found herself fully immersed in her exploration of the toolshed and forgetting the world outside.

Using a table nearby she found an old-fashioned toy truck and began playing with great joy not aware that her Grandfather had just entered the shed. The next 10 minutes were painful but a bit of a blur as he whispered trigger words into her ear to cause her to go into a passive position in order to use her body for his purposes. She felt her body shifted she felt the pain of her head and face hitting the wall of the shed and yet no tears or cries were heard. The programming words “Sally, be silent” continued to play through her head as she lost all ability to cry or speak. It was as if with those words she was separated from her body and was taken inside into this silent place of hiding that she was found listening.


As Matt prayed for freedom over her, the Lord came as the Lion of Judah into that hiding place with her and removed the programming that silenced her and the demonic that oppressed her. With this, the heavy emotions and anger began to surface. Slowly she began to cry for the first time in 30 years. Slowly the Lord released the truth that Jesus died and took our grief and sorrow on the cross so that we didn’t have to carry it and that she didn’t even have to make an effort to give it to him, but all she had to do was give him permission to take it and she would feel better. It was a slow process as at first, she didn’t want to let go. She needed and wanted time to process the pain and the anger of what had just happened. The feelings caused heavy pain inside including body memories that would surface over the next few days as slowly she gave the Lord permission to take it away, layer by layer and for the first time in 30 years she could speak and have a choice. He also gave her a new name, Sonshine.


It took a few nights for Sonshine to heal as sometimes it takes time for all the painful emotions and memories to calm down. During the night and when I fell asleep this little one would wake up crying or scared over and over again with memories and feelings of being attacked. Finally, around 2am, I was able to get her into a safe place with God that I could go back to sleep. That morning I woke up to a dream and although this dream was painful, I believe it is a commission as well as something that little Sonshine was doing in the spirit while I was sleeping.

She was running frantically all over the place and uncovering human remains of people that were buried in the ground. Some were hearts, some were lungs, some were livers and kidneys. Each time she began to weep over what she found. There was never a clear identity or a name to go with these organs but as she would weep she would begin to see their story and identity. As their spirit was still there in a place of silent captivity. When this happens one by one she began to speak life and hope to them.  

Although she couldn’t prevent their suffering she could lead them to the Lion of Judah who would weep with them, roar over their injustice, set them free from their captivity, and take them away from their spiritual prisons. My heart rejoices because I realized, just like Sonshine, God is bringing hope to those who are hidden in silence and captivity. As I woke up, the Lord spoke into my heart that by sharing my story, not only do I get to experience deeper healing, but it brings hope and a voice to those who cannot.

Many have been deeply saddened by recent events with sexual abuse and people coming forward about sexual abuse that happened years ago. I purposely did not watch any of it because it is too triggering for me. However, I still heard many arguments back and forth related to the whole subject. I do not have an opinion to give on it because I purposely couldn’t go there. However, I will share this. I was abused at a very early age, and my abusers I believe also at one point were abused, I also know that when the abuse happened I was programmed to forget it. My first memory of sexual abuse happened at the age of 38. Can I provide physical evidence for my abuse? No. Can someone come out and say I am a liar? Yes and unfortunately some people sadly have. Does it change what I experienced? No, those memories were as real to me as the day I experienced it.

My reason for sharing about my abuse has nothing to do with exposing or shaming the people who abused me. My reason is to expose the darkness to the Light of God. Justice truly comes not in the punishment, but rather everytime someone gets set free from this darkness and it no longer has any power over them.

Every time, those who were once deeply woven into the darkness, expose it to the Light of God. It is like an explosion that removes its power not just over them, but also over what they have authority over. The Lion of Judah is roaring over His Creation. He has come to bring freedom to those who are captive. He is healing them from the inside out. He is reminding them of the powerful people they are.

I share this because I know there are so many who cannot share and many who do not even know or understand this journey.  We can walk through this and be warriors and victors. I also believe those that chose to be vulnerable can be a voice and a sign that there is hope to those who can’t.

I would like to ask for your prayers and support as I begin to write and share my journey. If you would like to sow into seeing this story shared. We can use your prayers as well as financial support. As I am keeping my identity hidden for the safety of my family, I would encourage you to give to the person who has been working full-time with me as well as co-writing the book with me, Matt Evans.  

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Little Me- Story about DID

When someone is walking through a journey of healing from Ritual Abuse and DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder). There is often an inner conversation or meeting that goes on about different decisions. In most cases, people do not pay attention to this because the main presenting person has full control and can ignore those feelings of disagreement about something you’re about to do. In a typical person, this may be that day you go visit a new group of people and inside there is that voice that says…. “No, don’t go! They may not like you! Remember the last time?”

However, when someone has a more severe case of DID they will walk into a place that reminds them of something from their past and it will trigger parts under the surface to feel scared and afraid and in some case these parts will come to the surface and take control to get away from the situations that cause them fear. I kind of fall somewhere between those two, I have parts who really want to leave, but in most cases, my Spirit is strong enough and my main altars are strong enough to say, “No, we are staying, we will be fine.”

For years, I did this and ignored those inner voices just placing them as being fear or if ya want to put it in your good ol religious terms, the accuser of the brethren. However, more recently, I have learned in this time of healing that those parts of me really need to be heard and honored. This Story is an example of walking through one of those moments in my life.

Saturday Night Worship
I’ve been so missing corporate worship and fellowship so tonight I decided to visit a local church that meets Saturday night. This church is definitely not your typical church. People smoke vapes during service and they hang out till midnight. Lots of the unwanted or rejected come to this place and find a family. The pastor has a heart for people like this and will oftentimes one by one disciple them and love on them. Sometimes the people he meets, he first connects with them in the local bars or even when he runs security at some places that are not so highly looked upon by other churches. These are the places he goes because these are the people that truly need Jesus. So I have a lot of respect for the guy and his heart for our city.

Tonight, I came with high expectations of worshiping Jesus with some crazy fun worshipers. As worship started I really enjoyed the first song and began to step in and sing in the spirit, yet some of the littles inside me (younger alters) became scared and triggered by the noise and how crowded the room was. Me (Ember) as the presenter wanted to ignore it and just worship anyway, but I felt the Lord gently speak that I needed to honor the ones inside that felt uncomfortable. I then felt this really strong desire to go sit outside, I knew it was from God. This church was riverfront across from a city. Walking out I saw a swing right in front of the river and was drawn there.

Climbing onto this swing made me feel like a kid because my short legs barely touched the ground. I felt the sweet cool breeze hit my face as suddenly the Father opened a beautiful gift before me. Exploding lights of red, white, and blue illuminated the sky and river below. It felt like it was just given to this audience of me and His little ones. The little one who was so afraid inside grew excited as we watched the beautiful fireworks from the nearby baseball game at the island nearby. As we all enjoyed this show, I heard Father’s soft voice reminding me of how much more I have enjoyed just those worship times with him in my quiet place and that this is exactly His favorite times with me. “One on One, Just you and Me, that is my favorite time with you, it is your gift to me.” Honestly, I am realizing, those are my favorite times with Him too. Suddenly, I no longer felt disappointed about leaving but a great sense of peace knowing that my Father was enjoying this time with me even more and all the little ones were too as there Heavenly Father had given us something special to enjoy with Him tonight.

A Little Bit More about DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder)
I have learned that in each of us are parts (littles, altars, and/or fragments) that come from those moments in our lives where something happened that caused our hearts to break or when we experience trauma. There are several places in scripture that talks about this. For example in Isaiah 61, it talks about binding up the broken-hearted. This Broken Heart can also be interpreted to say, Shabar or to shatter. I don’t believe you have to be a victim of abuse to experience this shattering of the heart. Often time the world moves on and doesn’t even recognize they had this happen. To a typical person, it looks like a sudden fear response to something that caused you trauma in the past. For example, some people have fear responses to dogs, water, elevators, thunder. Often times when someone is around those things that caused trauma in the past they will disassociate and not even know it. Sometimes it looks like a fight or flight reflex where the person may run from what they fear, or they may jump, or have an angry reaction towards the situation or act differently than normal.

A friend of mine gave a great example of someone who every year when her family would go on vacation, her husband would start acting bratty like a grumpy kid. He would get very short tempered and oftentimes would be miserable the entire vacation. After several years of this, she finally asked the Lord for insight and healing. God gave her insight to ask him to allow the Lord to show him where this started. As he did the Lord brought him back to a vacation while he was a child where they had a really bad vacation and something really bad happened. There were then able to deal with the child who was experiencing those emotions and pain from what happen in that vacation and have God take away the bad emotions and heal the wound inside this younger child part of her husband. After this experience, her husband no longer had this bad reaction when they would go on vacations.

The above was an example of a simple technique that works in some cases but not every situation is the same. Sometimes when a person has been ritually abused or there are very traumatic situations there can also be the demonic involved or there may be times that a part may never feel comfortable in certain situations. In these cases, we need to respect those parts and honor how they feel. You see these parts of a person’s soul are just as much human and deserving of respect as the main core of the person. Often times these parts are the ones who have carried the pain and painful memories for the person for a long time. They are not always the nicest but they have protected the main person from experiencing that pain on a daily basis by carrying it for them.

I have learned that sometimes these altars that I like to call littles inside me are very young and scared. They will often times experience a great deal of fear in places that have too many people. In the past, I would just stuff this fear and go anyway. Although there are times, I don’t have a choice. I am learning in this time of healing, there are times I do, and I need to listen to them and honor their desire to not be in those crowded places. One of my biggest struggles has been, I am a worshiper and I love to worship. Being up front in a crowd and leading worship or singing is not scary at all to me.

Honestly, most of my littles are cool with it too. One time I was leading worship for a retreat I had a little one come up and worship. Thankfully, only a few noticed my voice changed. However, if you stick me in the middle of that same crowded room, surrounded by people, my anxiety goes through the roof. Yeah… I know weird right.

DID I can look different in everyone. Some lose track of time when different parts come up. This is often times because parts do not share the same consciousness. There are also some people who most of their parts are co-conscious and even when different parts are at the surface the other parts get to know what is happening and see and hear too sometimes. For the most part, my alters are co-conscious. However, I do have some that do not know Jesus yet and are not co-conscious with the rest. Thankfully mostly these alters only come up during times I am getting healing or at night when I get attacked. I am a work in progress and Jesus is slowly one by one meeting each of these parts and getting them set free. As time goes on some of these parts become integrated together but some remain independent as I believe Jesus gives them each a free will to decide when they are ready.

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Kingdom Within – Survivors Journey

There once was a girl who had many kingdoms deep inside. Her heart was filled with beauty and her joyful song brought hope to life. Yet deep inside this kingdom, another kingdom dwelt. A kingdom of darkness that was hidden well. The people of this kingdom dwelt deep inside her life. She didn’t know of its existence, yet something felt painful from deep inside.

No matter how hard she tried to smile and pray, the darkness still had a hold. She cried out for freedom, but yet she did not know this kingdom or its stronghold. For many years she worked hard to see the beauty of God’s goodness within. She walked in intimacy with her heavenly Father and her identity grew deep into Him. A deep peace came in these times, as healing came to layer after layer. God’s glory and His goodness showed great fruit in her life. Yet in His sweet gentle voice, her Heavenly Father would reveal, there was something deeper that had to be revealed.

Buried down in a deep well of darkness, parts of her screamed out to be heard. What this darkness contain were many young parts of her frozen in memories of great trauma and fear. The darkness was like a cloak, covered and locked where no one could see them inside. She didn’t know of its existence but slowly the Father began to allow it to be revealed. He said to her,

“My daughter, this is that deeper place I want to reveal. For the enemy has made it his stronghold for much too long, my dear. Every place there is a stronghold deep inside of you is a place where my Glory is about to breakthrough.

This isn’t going to be easy and it may be painful at times. Will you take this journey with me? Come and see, I have won your freedom and the enemy has no place he can hide. For these kingdoms of darkness have contained places where the enemy has had his reign. He has held your family in bondage and he thinks he has everything he needs to keep it contained. He has held birth rites and rituals over your family for centuries it has been well hidden so that no one could see.

This isn’t going to be a battle that will be fought in just a few hours or days. This is a war for victory for some it may take many years. Many will not understand this journey you’re about to go on, for it isn’t easy and there may be days where it will feel hard to move on. Yet as you hold on to me, you will see the Victory and I will make you strong.”

As the weeks went on my sleep turned from dreams of destiny to something dark and painful inside. For something was just revealed and it came to light. With it was memories of pain that I had no idea were inside and with them came parts of me that were focused on death and were on the enemies side. These parts were often young but fought at me with a great blow. Sometimes the witchcraft was so strong, they would take over my consciousness and leave me in the shadows. They sometimes held the memories that caused my thoughts to grow darker. Deep inside I cried, “Father, what is happening to me?” Yet in the midst of this darkness, I would hear His voice telling me I am becoming free.

With the help of the ones I love surrounding me on every side, slowly I saw the darkness fall away from their eyes and they discovered Jesus was there inside. Jesus and the Father would meet with them one by one. Sometimes he would set free many and sometimes he would fight long and hard just for the one.

Many questioned why I would allow this to continue. Why don’t you just shut those alters down, but slowly I learned these parts of me carries these wounds and the darkness so that I could continue to live well. They were the ones who were tortured and abused. They were the ones who were sent through rituals of rape and sodomy starting at the early age of two. Many were broken by the idea that they had no choice but to believe that they were created to be witches and monsters inside and in the spirit. They would go to places that many never even knew were there. They would perform rituals that made there life a living hell.

Many would ask me well how could this be you? You are a believer and you have the kingdom of God inside of you. Well yes, that is very true. I have been a Christian since I was 12 years old, but even in a believer, the darkness can still have its hold. Most of the people that are used in these rituals are not something we see in a physical realm but hidden in a realm where angels and demons dwell. It is there that they are used beyond what they know. For all this time, I was journeying with God, parts of me were working to bring darkness to this earth.

Yet, when Jesus began to meet with each and every part, he didn’t hold this against them, because He knew there destiny was still inside. Each part even the ones who were violent he would meet. Sometimes the fight would last for hours but when He came the demons had to flee. Gently He would come and show them the truth. As they walked through the memories the pain would come up from deep inside, sometimes my entire body would feel the pain that they carried, yet with it came a freedom and the structures were torn down and Jesus would dwell in those hidden places of my life. He would patiently sit with them and hold them together when it hurt so bad. Gently he is freeing me and they are seeing His Love is stronger than everything that is so bad.

If I shared every memory and every place that I have been, many couldn’t listen because of the deep pain they carry with them. However, it isn’t the memories that contain the story. It truly is the Victory and ability to see so many parts of me become free. For you see this journey isn’t just about me and God against the enemy. Many parts of me were trafficked both in the spirit and on the earth and many others are still needing set free.

Many think that for a Christian to have demons is a lie. However, I want you to know. Darkness is there and we are the ones who can bring the light. You see many think that you should focus on goodness only. We should turn our faces from the bad stuff and only bring God’s Glory. Well, I am here to tell you…We are here to bring His Glory and His Light, but if you’re not willing to go take it into the darkness then your not really building His Kingdom and you are not ready to fight. His kingdom isn’t just something that dwells on this physical earth. It dwells in the hearts of man and it dwells in the spirit and it is there where parts of us can be in captivity and help in darkness even while we dwell on this earth. For Isaiah 61 isn’t just about earthly jails and captivity it is about the places where parts of you need set free. This journey for me is about setting parts of me free, but it is also about healing the brokenness and setting many free.


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