My car (by the lamppost), ready for a trip to Boston.
13 January 2017
I drove to Boston just after Christmas, making a couple of stops along the way to visit family (in Durham, North Carolina), friends (in Poughkeepsie, New York), and intercessors (in Killingworth, Connecticut). Bella Vista, where I live with Mom part time, is part of a chain of independent living retirement homes. One of the perks of being a resident of Bella Vista is that I can make arrangements with any of the other affiliates anywhere in the country and stay for free. I did just that: I made arrangements to stay a week with an affiliate of Bella Vista near Boston while I visited Allegra, my ministry partner, and Hannah. Hannah was my roommate on my first trip to Israel. She has become one of my key intercessors, and since she and Allegra both live there, I make it a point to come visit her, too.
As I drove through northern Connecticut, the Holy Spirit directed me to take a back road into Massachusetts toward Boston. At first I didn’t understand why, although I had plenty of time. At the entrance to each town along the way there was a Masonic Lodge sign alongside the township sign. Since the secret society of the Masons is satanic and works witchcraft over its members and city, I broke the witchcraft off each town I entered. Then the Holy Spirit revealed to me a Secret Weapon prayer walk that He wanted me to do while I’m in Boston: go to Salem and prayer walk there. Salem is where the witch trials were held during Colonial times. Probably most of those executed were not witches. In recent years, Salem has been adopted by modern witches as a place to gather during samhain (halloween).
Allegra and I met at a coffee shop near Harvard Square. After catching up on each other’s lives, we started our official meeting in prayer. Then Allegra reported about her various ministry focuses. One is Good Word Radio Show, which she hosts weekly. She is also involved in a year-long college campus tour in New England, to see campuses return to their original purpose in the training and sending of ministers of the Gospel. Allegra is directing worship for the campus tour. The tour will break for the summer, when Allegra hopes to bring a team to prayer walk in Italy and Albania. While there, she will also lead burns (extended times of worship and intercession) for Revival in Europe and seeking a fresh anointing for individuals and ministries.
Then I told Allegra about going prayer walking in Salem. She was enthusiastic about the idea and wanted to go so much that she rearranged her schedule for it. Later when I talked to Hannah, she also wanted to go to Salem with us, even offering to drive. Since she is much more familiar with the Boston area, I was happy to let her drive.
Historical marker for the site of the witch trials in Danvers.
So the next day I met Hannah at her house and from there we went to Allegra’s house to pick her up. On the way, Hannah told us that Salem isn’t the original site of the witch trials. The original Salem Village changed its name to Danvers in 1757 when it incorporated. Salem cashes in on “witch tourism,” while Danvers is the historical site. We all agreed that we needed to go to both towns.
Since Salem was closest, we started there. In the town center, I saw an obelisk that the Holy Spirit highlighted to me. I couldn’t read the inscription as we passed it in the car, so I asked Hannah to park so we could go there. She found a parking place near Starbucks and we walked through the snow to the obelisk. It turned out to be a Masonic obelisk. I told Hannah and Allegra how the Holy Spirit had instructed me to enter Massachusetts via back roads, breaking Masonic witchcraft off each little town I entered. So we prayed there in the icy morning air, breaking the witchcraft of the obelisk off Salem.
As we walked back to the car the Holy Spirit assured me that we were the right people in the right place, doing the right things—God’s Secret Weapons, chosen for this assignment on this day. I had asked Allegra to bring her guitar because worship is a powerful weapon in prayer walking. She had left it in the car because of the cold, but got it out and we went into Starbucks. (It was just a few weeks later that the CEO of Starbucks announced: “If you support traditional marriage, we don’t want your business.” See https://thewashingtonpress.com/starbucks-ceo-if-you-support-traditional-marriage-we-dont-want-your-business/. What a stupid thing to say! I could see him saying something about if you’re against gay marriage . . . , but this just made me mad, and when I heard it I decided that Starbucks doesn’t need any of my money—and they’ll never get another penny out of me again. I don’t like their crummy coffee anyway. But I think it’s interesting that the Holy Spirit led us to have a worship session in Starbucks in Salem.)
Allegra under the witch city sign in Starbucks.
We sat at a table halfway between the door and the cash register. There Allegra pulled her guitar out of the case and we spent about an hour worshiping in Starbucks—something I could never have predicted. We were quiet, and couldn’t be heard over the coffee shop noise and their sound system, but volume is not important. Most people ignored us, but the few who noticed us were very unhappy about our presence. I smiled to myself thinking that it was easy to spot the witches. I took a picture of Allegra, and just above her head is a sign that reads “Welcome to Witch City!”
The memorial to the witch trials.
The Bible sculpture where I left the open Bible.
Next we went to Danvers, looking for the memorial to the witch trials. We found it easily. I had asked Allegra if she had a spare Bible that she didn’t mind leaving. I didn’t know where to leave it, but I knew that the Holy Spirit would show me. When I saw the memorial I knew that this was where to leave the Bible. After walking and praying all around the memorial I opened the Bible and read:
Seek the Lord while He may be found, call upon Him while He is near. Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; let him return to the Lord, and He will have mercy on him; and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon, (Isaiah 55:6-7 NKJV, emphasis mine).
I love those last two words: “abundantly pardon,” so I paused before reading them and lingered on them. Then I left the book lying open on top of the Bible sculpture on the memorial. Here are some last words of some of the people who were executed for being witches, as recorded on the memorial. I suspect that not all were witches, but there are a couple that I believe surely were. See what you think:
“I am an innocent person. I never had to do with witchcraft since I was born. I am a Gosple woman.” Martha Cory (March 21, 1692).
“The Lord above knows my Innocencye … as att the great day win be known to men and Angells. I Petition to your honours not for my own life for I know I must die, and my appointed time is sett but the Lord he knowes it is that if it be possible no more Innocent blood may be shed …” Mary Esty (September 1692).
“If it was the last moment I was to live, God knows I am innocent …” Elizabeth How (May 31, 1692).
“Well! Burn me, or hang me, I will stand in the truth of Christ …” George Jacobs, Sr. (May 10, 1692).
“Amen. Amen. A false tongue will never make a guilty person.” Susannah Martin (May 2, 1692).
“I can say before my Eternal Father I am innocent, & God will clear my innocency.” Rebecca Nurse (March 24, 1692).
“The Magistrates, Ministers, Jewries, and all the People in general, being so much inraged and incensed against us by the Delusion of the Devil, which we can term no other, by reason we know in our own Consciences, we are all Innocent Persons.” John Procter, Sr. (July 23, 1692).
“… I fear not but the Lord in His due time will make me as white as snow.” John Willard (May 18, 1692).
While I was in Boston, the defeated enemy attacked my car again. This time my windshield cracked. You know how trucks on the highway are always kicking up rocks—it happens all the time, and usually it’s no more than a little chip. Well this time, probably due to the cold, an existing chip grew into a big crack running along the bottom of my windshield. Hannah knew a place where I was able to get it replaced that same day.
I left Boston just ahead of a blizzard, driving to Poughkeepsie (where I was staying the night with my friend). Then I got out of Poughkeepsie and drove all the way home to Asheville between snow storms.
I know that everything that I was able to accomplish both in Boston and in Texas is because I have a really amazing team of intercessors praying daily for me. They are also the reason why I have been kept safe all along the way. When I arrived home, I had to admit that I’m glad to have the driving part of my trip to the US over. I did 3300 miles in the Texas trip and 2100 miles in the Boston trip. Now it’s time to rest before returning to Italy. God is good!
 Hannah was Prayer Slapped with me on that trip. It served to cement our friendship.
 There are some words I refuse to capitalize, and halloween is one of them.
 The town known as Salem was once a much larger city which included Marblehead, Salem Village (Danvers), Peabody and parts of present-day Beverly, Middleton, Topsfield, Wenham, and Manchester-by-the-Sea.
 Misspellings are written exactly as they appear on the memorial.
 See God’s Roadside Assistance.