I sincerely doubt that anyone who met my mother, Katherine, was not bewitched by her charm and poise. In fact, I would have myself, had I not also been a target of her vicious, even murderous, agendas. When she was charming it was almost impossible to realize that she could, in an instant, lash out in a demeaning and disrespectful manner. I quickly became aware of her dual personality and, even as a small child, never trusted her to be honest with me or look after my best interests. In fact, by the time I turned four, I had come to realize that ‘nothing was as it seems or as I am told.’ It seemed that my Father just stood by and watched things happen. My younger sister, Angela, seemed to hide and gloat, and did not, or was not able to, help me.
However, as a child, everywhere I turned, there my Mother was. Only when I was sent to my room (the precursor to being grounded) or allowed to go outside after finishing my homework, to the relative heaven of the fluffy fields, stream and woods surrounding our dead-end street in Fairfield, Connecticut, did I feel that I could calm down and really think for myself. Her influence was very controlling.
However, the commotion surrounding my most likely having been poisoned by her on more than one occasion caused a terrible upheaval in my birth family. My Father almost succeeded in taking his own life when he figured out what had happened. He spent quite a while in a hospital recovering. During that time, my Mother decided to take things into her own hands (once again). After returning from a session in New Haven with my Father and his doctors, she came into the livingroom where I was sitting and perched herself on the footstool to my Father’s chair. At that moment, the air seemed to become both black and white around her. There was a fearful intensity of negative energy. Her eyes became black as coal, with a white light of some sort seeming to emanate from them.
“You are just like your Father, Pam. The same thing is going to happen to you!” she spat at me.
At that moment three black frogs jumped out of her mouth. Not real frogs — something that looked just like ‘frogs’ in a spiritual sense.
At that point the black and white light dissipated. She left the room and walked upstairs. I felt alone, and frightened. In our house at that time the Bible sat on a shelf with other books. It was rarely opened. I had not read Revelation, and, at the time knew nothing about a possibly analogous mention of ‘frogs’ in Revelation 16:13. I did not know what that meant at the time, and I can’t say that I do even now. Some of those writing commentary on this verse seem to tiptoe around the fact that ‘frogs’ are specifically mentioned: http://biblehub.com/commentaries/revelation/16-13.htm. All I know is that is that ‘frogs’ are what I saw that night…
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