Something Demonic Appears to be Happening
If you are a new reader, you may not have any idea what the topic of CATTLE MUTILATIONS entails. We have blogged on it in the past but we will let you read about the heinous things being done to cattle and horses by an unexplained entity.
They started away from the truck and into the ranch proper. On the surface, Glenda’s compound wasn’t unusual. Eighty or so acres, twenty-five head of cattle, with a low house beyond the grazing area and a medium-sized barn attached to the horse corral directly ahead.
But the farther they got from the road, the harder Chuck’s heart started to beat. The low grass they were now moving through seemed untouched — ungrazed — and it was instantly obvious why that was. The handful of cows Chuck could see were clustered together in a small section of their feed area, as close to the barn as they could go.
Beyond them, within the horse corral, the horses were behaving similarly — crowded together near the back fence. In the distance, he could hear a dog making noise from somewhere inside the house — a high-pitched sound, more wail than bark.
“They’ve been like that since it happened,” Glenda said. “Huddled over there, by the barn.” And then, almost as an afterthought: “They won’t go near the bodies.”
“On the phone, you said that at least one of the horses was nearby when it happened?”
Glenda nodded. “A survivor. A witness. Whatever you want to call him.”
This was part of the reason for Chuck’s elevated adrenaline level, beyond being at the site of the incident itself. It was extremely unusual for there to be any “survivors.”
Usually, there were only bodies.
“Over here.”
Glenda led him the last few yards to the edge of the corral, where she unlatched a wooden gate and headed for the horses grouped together by the back. It took almost ten minutes for her to coax the animal away from the group, another ten for Chuck to get the poor thing comfortable enough with him so that he could approach.
It was a young male, a little over two years old, and to describe the animal as agitated would be a laughable understatement. He pawed at the ground, eyes rapidly shifting, spittle pooling at the edges of his mouth. Moving closer, Chuck immediately saw a reddish mark on the horse’s upper nose — what looked to be some sort of cut, scrape or even burn — about the size of a quarter. Following Glenda’s lead, he bent low and saw similar marks on the inside of the animal’s legs.
"And his behavior — the way he’s acting — this is unusual for him?”
“Unusual? He’s one of my husband’s favorites. Like a pet. Him, Princess and Buck, the three of them were inseparable.”
Chuck nodded. Horses are different from other animals on a ranch — they’re high maintenance, but more than that, they are often part of the family. Glenda and her husband — who, over the past few months, had grown too ill to tend to the ranch, leaving it under her watch — had raised these animals from foals. Beyond the emotional value, horses were expensive. Ranchers like Glenda ran their businesses at very tight margins. The unexpected loss of even a single animal hurt — losing multiple animals could mean the difference between a good season and a bad one.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with him. And the dog — she’s even worse. Same sort of marks on her. Shaking, drooling, whining. She won’t even come out of the house anymore.”
From the corral, Chuck could still hear the dog’s high-pitched wail. Nearly a week had gone by and the animal was still obviously traumatized. Chuck would want to take a closer look at the poor thing and run some tests on the agitated horse. But first, it was time to see the bodies.
Without another word, Glenda led him toward the pasture where the incident had taken place.
Even from a distance, Chuck could tell that the two fully mature horses — Princess and Buck — lying prone in the grass had died unnaturally. The carcasses were flat against the ground on their sides, splayed out in exactly the same position. As Chuck drew closer, he could see no signs of predators or of any sort of defensive resistance — no deep hoofprints or raised furrows. They had obviously died suddenly. According to Glenda, they had been young, healthy animals, worth around a thousand dollars each.
Both horses had been stripped to the bone in various places. Much of their hides was still present, but the wounds were prolific, from head to haunch.
“You seen this sort of thing before?” Glenda asked, her voice low as they both stopped a few paces from the bodies.
Chuck pulled his rubber gloves out from the pouch on his vest and moved the last few feet to the closer corpse. His heart was pounding so hard, it was difficult to keep his hands from shaking.
Yes, over the past decade, he’d seen this many times.
Read entire story here; http://nypost.com/2016/09/05/the-shocking-truth-behind-the-10000-animal-mutilations-in-americas-heartland/
So what in the world could be taking the blood from healthy animals and carving out their organs with such precision that no vet on earth can repeat it?
And WHY are all the cattle, horse and dogs who witnessed the killings SO TERRIFIED that they are literally beside themselves?
We know that the Holy Spirit is not a spirit of fear or confusion.....so one can only conclude that something demonic is carving up these animals and taking their blood and certain organs.
So what in the world does Satan and his demons want with blood and reproductive organs from cattle?
Could it be that Satan is doing something with STRANGE FLESH in preparation for the Great Tribulation? Could his plan be so utterly terrifying that men will faint with fear?
Luke 21:26
People will faint from terror, apprehensive of what is coming on the world, for the heavenly bodies will be shaken.
Could Satan be cooking up some type of strange flesh and harvesting organs, blood, semen and ovum in preparation for something coming out of the Abyss?
Revelation 9
On their heads they wore something like crowns of gold, and their faces resembled human faces. 8 Their hair was like women’s hair, and their teeth were like lions’ teeth. 9 They had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle. 10 They had tails with stingers, like scorpions, and in their tails they had power to torment people for five months. 11 They had as king over them the angel of the Abyss, whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon and in Greek is Apollyon (that is, Destroyer).
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