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The Tabernacle Is Prophetic Of Jesus

The Tabernacle was built to be the earthly abode of God: the place where God would dwell among His people. By looking at the following diagram you will be able to see how the Tabernacle was organized.

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There will also be pictures associated with the folowing text that may help in visualizing what the tabernacle may have looked like.

The Tabernacle
The Tabernacle

The Tabernacle

Moses built the Tabernacle in strict conformance to the specifications given by God. For example, in the following scripture God gives Moses a detailed list of items that are required to build the Tabernacle:

Then the LORD spoke to Moses, saying: “Speak to the children of Israel, that they bring Me an offering. From everyone who gives it willingly with his heart you shall take My offering. And this is the offering which you shall take from them: gold, silver, and bronze; blue, purple, and scarlet thread, fine linen, and goats’ hair; ram skins dyed red, badger skins, and acacia wood; oil for the light, and spices for the anointing oil and for the sweet incense; onyx stones, and stones to be set in the ephod and in the breastplate. And let them make Me a sanctuary, that I may dwell among them. According to all that I show you, that is, the pattern of the tabernacle and the pattern of all its furnishings, just so you shall make it.” (Exodus 25:1-9)

Statements like this one are frequently found in the scriptures written by Moses. Many of these references emphasize building of the Tabernacle precisely to God’s instructions. This fact suggests that the form and content of the Tabernacle is extremely important to God; that perhaps it is designed on a heavenly model, one that will enable Him to dwell among His people. If this is the case, then the Tabernacle must be prophetic of the Christ who would also come to dwell with God’s people. Over the centuries the intention of God to dwell with His people did not change as even today, He continues to strive to restore the relationship man lost with Him at the fall. Therefore, the scriptures that define the specifications, processes and objects found in the Tabernacle reflect the will of God to abide with us, and as a result, must also be applicable to the attributes, words and life of Christ who was sent to accomplish God’s intention.

Jesus, Moses and the Tabernacle
Jesus, Moses and the Tabernacle

Jesus is the Fulfillment of the Tabernacle

We are going to look at the Tabernacle scriptures as they are prophetic of Christ. If Jesus is the Christ then the attributes and characteristics of the Tabernacle must be clearly demonstrated in His words and deeds. What we are about to reveal is that there is a precise correlation between the Tabernacle and Jesus. It is for this reason that we will use the scriptural specifications for each component of the Tabernacle to prove that Jesus is the Christ. In the process we will also uncover many hidden attributes of Jesus that will serve to help us better understand His nature.

The Ascension of Jesus
The Ascension of Jesus

Remember that Jesus claimed to be “the Way, the Truth and the Life.” By referencing the diagram above we can see that these names (the Way, the Truth and the Life) are also used to identify the entryways into the major compartments of the Tabernacle. The Way leads us into the Courtyard,

The Tabernacle Courtyard
The Tabernacle Courtyard

the Truth leads us into the Holy Place,

Priest in the Holy Place of the Tabernacle
Priest in the Holy Place of the Tabernacle

and the Life leads us into the Most Holy Place.

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It should also be noted that the Tabernacle is constructed in such a way that these passageways must be entered in this prescribed sequence. Therefore, the Way must be entered prior to entering the Truth, and in turn, the Truth must be entered prior to entering the Life.

What we have discovered here is that the words of Jesus that proclaim His identity lead us directly to the Tabernacle. Therefore His claim is that He is the portal into the places that God designed as the place to dwell with His people here on earth. Therefore, our plan is to investigate each of these three chambers in an effort to identify what it is that Jesus is leading us toward. What we will find is that Jesus is drawing us into a closer relationship with God the Father. Jesus uses the Tabernacle as a road map for us to understand what it is that we will find when we enter into a personal relationship with Him. We can proceed into Jesus with confidence because the actions and words of His life demonstrate that He is a far superior substitution for each and every component of the Tabernacle. This proof is a major focus of this blog and the teachings that accompany it will lead us into a much better understanding of who Jesus is. This in turn will lead us to grow and strengthen our relationship with Him.

From a bigger picture point of view, we are about to discover that the structure of the Tabernacle will communicate that there are three separate and distinct levels of relationship that a person can have with God. That these relationships can only be obtained in a prescribed sequence that corresponds to chambers of the Tabernacle. In fact, we will develop a progressively deeper relationship with God as we enter each successive chamber and find the gifts that God has waiting for those who seek Him with all their heart.

While all of this is quite mysterious at a high level, we plan to present the details in subsequent postings. For now we will present a high level overview of our journey through the Tabernacle and its correlation with the life of Jesus. With that said let us start with the Tabernacle Courtyard. Readers of this site can use the following sections as a index to the content of this blog.

The Tabernacle Courtyard

The Tabernacle Courtyard
The Tabernacle Courtyard

Our presentation of the Tabernacle Courtyard is found in the following posts:

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The-Tabernacle-Courtyard-is-Prophetic-of-Jesus-a-Review

The-Brazen-Laver

The-Baptism-of-Jesus-and-the-Brazen-Laver

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Jesus-the-Brazen-Laver-Reveals-our-Destiny

Reflections-of-Jesus-Regarding-Service

Jesus-the-Laver-Teaches-do-what-ever-it-takes

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Jesus-the-Laver-Teaches-Lead-by-Example

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Jesus-our-Laver-Teaches-that-we-will-be-Tested

The Tabernacle Holy Place

The Golden Altar is directly in front of the Most Holy Place
The Golden Altar is directly in front of the Most Holy Place

Our presentation of the Tabernacle Holy Place is found in the following post:

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Jesus-is-the-Life

The-Ark-of-the-Covenant-Overview

Finding-Jesus-in-the-Holy-of-Holies

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More-on-the-Ark-of-the-Covenant

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The-Cross-of-Jesus-is-the-Rod-of-Aaron

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The-Road-to-the-Promised-Land-Requires-Jesus-our-Covenant-Provision

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The Priest in the Most Holy Place of the Tabernacle

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Our presentation of the Tabernacles Most Holy Place is found in the following post:

The-Tabernacle-Most-Holy-Place-Is-Prophetic-Of-Jesus

All of these links will also lead the reader toward a better understanding of the objects found inside each of the major chambers of the Tabernacle. They will also lead toward a better understanding how each object is prophetic of the coming of Jesus.


Although I lived through that first night, my troubles were far from over. My life would continue, but now the devil had me on the ropes, and although I did not know it at the time, he was coming in to finish me off.

BACK FROM DEATH

He proceeded to attack me in the hospital even after that first night. Several of his strikes damaged my body, while others troubled my job situation and many of my relationships. When all else failed, he tried to kill me by having my doctors try to convince me to have a dangerous operation that I did not need. In general, he brought havoc into my life with a constant wave of events designed to abort my future and the purpose of my life.

As strange as this may sound, I paid no heed to the Judgment Day messages I experienced that first night in the hospital. The whole encounter was unbelievably frightening and depressing, and I often questioned if these terrifying experiences could have been then real.

I blocked all my thoughts of that night because I no longer wanted to dwell upon or think about their consequences. I rationalized them as being nothing more than an awful dream. I pictured them as being in a faraway place in my mind. An unfortunate result of these actions is that they left me exposed to a series of demonic attacks. I was about to experience the truth of living a life without God to thwart the attacks of the devil.

THE NEXT THREE MONTHS


I spent the first few weeks in the intensive care unit (ICU), and quite frankly, I could not have been any sicker. It was so bad that I remember thinking, “at least I’m still alive.”

The doctors verified that my pancreas was the problem, that it had exploded into hyper-production, generating thousands of times the necessary quantity of digestive enzymes, releasing much of it into my bloodstream. They also told me that these digestive enzymes decompose proteins, and therefore much of my body was being damaged. My blood, veins, arteries, muscles, nerves, organs, bones, and brain were rapidly decomposing for weeks. That would explain my sensations of needles and pins all over my body and the numbness I felt after I entered the hospital.

They went on to reveal that the hyper-production created immense pressure on the inner lining of the pancreas. This force was so great that it pushed the inner lining through the outer wall, forming a balloon-shaped cyst outside the pancreas. The physicians called it a pseudocyst, and they deemed it to be a potentially fatal condition. Although my pseudocyst was only leaking, and it had not yet ruptured, it would eventually harden and break open, abruptly discharging uncontrolled quantities of digestive enzymes into my bloodstream, creating even more damage to my body.

My surgeons told me that the pseudocysts were a ticking timebomb that would require defusing before another explosion was to hit. Surgery was on their minds and in their hearts from the very start. But for now, I was not strong enough for any surgery as my body needed to heal, and I needed to gain strength.

In the meantime, the physicians proceeded with a recovery strategy that focused on food abstinence. They reasoned that fasting would slow down enzyme production considerably because food consumption triggers the digestive processes. Initiating this program would also give my body time to cleanse itself of the damaging toxins in my blood. To ensure that the program was working, they monitored my blood regularly and reported that my enzyme levels were continuously moving lower.

I made it through the first few weeks without eating anything and lost 30 pounds in the process. They then started feeding me by way of an IV containing sugar and vitamins. The doctors said that my body responded as expected, as my enzyme levels had returned to safe levels, and I had gained strength. While this was good news, I still felt very sick.

THE STENCH OF DEATH


It was more than feeling very unhealthy, however. I had begun to discern that there was something very different about me. One thing that I noticed was my indecent speech. Vulgarities were flowing out of my mouth, seemingly with every sentence I uttered, and for some reason, I did not seem to care who it offended as I spared no one from my bad speech, not my mother, father, or even my children. Physicians and nurses were daily victims, and even things like my handwritten notes strangely contained vulgarities. It was so bad that it was even evident to me, and yet I could not seem to stop. I wondered to myself, why am I saying such disgusting things? It was apparent to everyone around me that my vocabulary had changed. In reality, the stench of death was still all over me. Oh, I was still alive and in this world, but the scent of death had covered me like a blanket.

My mind was also affected. My thoughts were of sensual pleasures and flirting with nurses. This behavior was unimaginable for someone so sick that they could die at any moment. I remember thinking, what is wrong with you? You’re so ill you cannot stay awake for more than an hour at a time, and you are harboring these absurd thoughts?

BREATHING PROBLEMS


One morning shortly after relocating into a conventional hospital room, I noticed that I was having breathing difficulties. I began struggling to get sufficient air into my lungs. It seemed that something was obstructing my airflow, and I found it laborious to get enough air to talk. I informed the nurse’s station, and I was startled when they considered my problem unimportant. They took no action but wanted me to wait for my doctor to come around on his regular rounds. But I had been in the hospital long enough to know that this could take several more hours and that it was also possible that the doctor may not show up at all. This condition was not something I wanted to leave up to chance.

I waited for a while, but whatever was wrong with me was becoming worse very quickly. I called on my family members to get a doctor’s attention immediately, and they came through for me. My family physician arrived and discovered that my vocal cords had become swollen and restricted my air supply. He explained that there were digestive enzymes in the vomit I had excreted when I entered the hospital and that they damaged my vocal cords. If left unaddressed, a total blockage would occur, and I would suffocate. He ordered that I be placed on oxygen immediately and scheduled a tracheotomy for the next day.

The operation required that the physicians enter through the base of my neck. They then had to cut a hole in my windpipe just below my vocal cords and insert a small metal pipe into the hole. This mechanism ensured that the passageway remained open, allowing air to flow into my lungs through the tube even when my vocal cords closed completely. This device became my lifeline to the oxygen that I needed for the next several weeks.

EATING PROBLEMS


After I had been on the IV feedings for a while, my physicians grew concerned about their ability to maintain me on continuous IV feedings. So they decided to see if I was strong enough to eat natural food again. They slowly introduced a liquid diet, and when that went well, they followed that up with a soft food diet. Everything went well for about a week, but then suddenly, my enzyme levels shot up dramatically again.

So they suspended the diets until things turned around, and when they did about a week later, they reinstated the same meal plan. Unfortunately, my enzyme levels shot up again, and they halted the feeding program for a second time. Through all of this, the IV feedings never stopped, but their impact started to take its toll as the veins in my arms, legs, hands, and feet were breaking down. Things were getting worse, and I was wondering if they had a solution.

A CATHETER IN THE AORTA


I was moving into a no-win situation. I was unable to eat regular food while at the same time, it was becoming increasingly difficult to get the nourishment I needed via IV’s. My large veins had broken down, and the nurses were now using smaller ones, resulting in increased IV time. They were also having an increasingly difficult time finding a vein, often having to make several stick attempts were becoming common. I was soon connected to the IV twenty hours a day, and the situation was rapidly worsening.

After a lot of agonizing about this predicament, my doctors eventually resolved to risk placing a semi-permanent catheter into my Aorta. That’s correct, right through the middle of my chest and very near my heart. They were hesitant to perform this procedure because just one slip could cause permanent heart damage.

But there were several advantages to taking the risk. One advantage is that it would solve my nutritional issues. Once this catheter was in place, I could get all the nutrition I needed in just four hours a day. Secondly, it was much simpler to use; all I needed to do was connect to an IV bag, no more needle sticks. Things suddenly became more comfortable and pain-free. Also, I could get up and move around more often as I did not have an IV bag to hold me back.

They conducted the procedure in my hospital room, and I was
conscious throughout the entire operation as the doctors required feedback from me. They started by cutting a small opening in my chest so that they could enter between two of my ribs. Then they injected the catheter through the hole and tried to insert it into the Aorta, but as fate would have it, they had a great deal of trouble puncturing my healthy Aorta wall. The Doc had to gradually exert increasing pressure to force the catheter into the artery. This effort went on for several minutes until, eventually, the physician was using all of his strength and body weight to get the job done. I became very concerned when I recollected the danger warnings they gave me before the procedure. But, the catheter finally penetrated the aorta wall, creating a sound like the crushing of a giant beetle’s shell as it entered. The good news is that the operation was a success. There were no slips, thank God. I was delighted and relieved that this entire ordeal was over.

A MEAGER ATTEMPT TO FIND GOD


Someplace along the way, I picked up a Bible. I had never read it before, but now that I had the time, I believed that perhaps it would be as good an opportunity as any. I was still tired much of the time, and I napped several times a day. I would often read just a few chapters at a time because even reading tired me. I started reading the book of Matthew and hung in there until I eventually completed the entire book. I read the words, but they somehow did not hit home. I remember thinking that the book did not make any sense. The book of Matthew seemed like a series of beautiful stories, but not much more. I wondered why anyone would get so passionate about these simple accounts. After finishing Matthew, I resumed reading, but after a while, I gave up. The Bible did not make much of an impression on me then. Little did I know that God would reward my modest attempt to reach out to Him.

A HEALING MIRACLE


After being in the hospital for a couple of months, a staff surgeon came to talk to me about my second CAT scan that confirmed that my pseudocysts were not being reabsorbed back into my pancreas. He stated that it would be dangerous to leave them in their current condition indefinitely. He then provided me with a long list of dangers of why my situation and recommended that I have a pancreas operation.

I inquired about the dangers of surgery, and he explained that the procedure is both very complex and risky. It involved making a fifteen-inch cut in my abdomen and then physically removing my stomach, kidneys, and some intestines to get to the pancreas, which is positioned just inside the backbone and is otherwise inaccessible.

The pseudocysts are then lanced and sewn to the inside wall of the intestines. Once finished, they would reinstate the extracted organs and stitch me up. The surgeon acknowledged that this procedure is risky. On the other hand, he held that the risk is justified because he knew that eventually, I would have significant, possibly fatal, episodes without it.

But the complexity and risk of this operation seemed unreasonable to me. After all, I had believed from the very first day that I would recover and that everything would be fine. I declined to let negative thoughts into my mind. Bad news from the doctor was not going to change my mind about my overall outcome. It also seemed to me that the operational risk was higher than the potential future damage caused by my pancreas. I did not want to die on the operating table. This surgery just seemed intrinsically a bad idea to me. It seemed wrong in my head and my gut.

Some in my family, nevertheless, thought differently. Of course, at that moment, they knew much better than I, just how fortunate I was to be alive. After a discussion with them and then thinking about the right decision for some time, I decided to get a second opinion. So I contacted my family doctor to see if he could help. He searched and found a very experienced pancreatic specialist who unfortunately worked in another hospital in town. But I asked him to set things up for me anyway.

Little did I know what a firestorm I commenced by bringing in a doctor from another hospital. My perspective was that I wanted the best I could find and did not comprehend why anyone would do it any other way. I also understood that other doctors in this hospital would agree with their surgeon’s original opinion. I wanted a fresh set of eyes and an open and independent mind, and my family doctor did an excellent job playing the middleman in making this happen. He pulled all the strings required to get the second evaluation set up.

The day that my second opinion was schedule, I was sitting up in bed, and I could hear the nurses and the doctors talking about this outrage in the halls. It seemed that every staff member in the building was talking about it. They were offended that someone from another hospital was coming in to examine me. With all the fuss they were putting up, you would have thought that someone had robbed a bank, and perhaps, that is what it was all about.

In any case, the outside doctor showed up and did an excellent job. He asked me several questions, examined me, reviewed my records, and ordered a second battery of tests, including CAT scans, X-rays, and blood tests. A few weeks later, he reported his findings, and the results were shocking. He said that by comparing the latest CAT scan with the preceding one, he could see that my pseudocysts were shrinking! He indicated that they were reabsorbing into my pancreas, and he forecasted that they would disappear within three to six months. My body was healing! What great news!

I did not give God any credit at the time, however. I believed that it was my positive attitude, healthy body, and good luck getting me through. It was only much later that I apprehend the truth about Jesus that I understood it was all God’s doing.

When I look back at it now, it is as clear as crystal. Something occurred between my first and second series of tests, and that something was that I had sought God’s help by picking up a Bible and reading it. Regardless of how feeble the effort was, God responded with a healing miracle! It did not even matter that I found the experience empty; God honored my attempt to find Him. It was as if God was responding to me, “Okay, son; you took one step in My direction, and you thought that nothing would come of it. But, you have My heart. I am going to show you that I am real. I desire that you live.”

I did not ask for healing but simply reached out to try to find Him. Sweet God in heaven, I praise Your holy and sacred name. I praise You for loving someone unworthy of Your love, who could not have changed the error of his ways without it.

As you can see, God was there again for me. He was watching out for me and taking care of me even when I did not know it. I think about these things now and wonder why the Lord would love me so. He has saved me from the lake of fire and brimstone, the pit of hell and the devil’s savagery. He has given me life even though I stood before Him with the stains of sin on my garments on Judgment Day.

DISAGREEMENTS ABOUT THE GOOD NEWS


When the hospital received the second opinion report, I was not surprised that they disagreed. Nor was I shocked when the hospital surgeon suggested that I would experience severe consequences if I did not have the surgery. I remember thinking at the time, “After all, a surgeon only makes the big money when they operate, right?” But the surgeon was not the only one pressing me to go ahead and have the surgery anyway. Members of my immediate family also tried to persuade me to go forward with the procedure. After all, they were fearful of losing me. I understand.

I knew in my heart that I would live from the very outset. I
may have picked up this positive attitude by merely living through the first night. I, therefore, rejected the risky surgery and accepted the path of natural recovery. You see, I had believed in a good report even before there was one to contemplate. I knew that I did not need the operation, and I told my hospital doctors and everyone else of this belief. Many people tried to change my mind, but I declined them all.

The physicians tried several strategies to get me to recant, but my response was always unwavering and to the point. In the end, they pressed me so hard that I had to rudely tell them that this was the end of the line. There would be no more discussions about an operation.

Interestingly enough, by chance, I ran into the surgeon who recommended the operation on an airport shuttle bus several years later. I was in much better health by then, and he may not have know who I was, so I reintroduced myself. Would you believe that he started preaching to me about the operation again? I guess he just did not get the message. He refused to accept the test results that confirmed that the pseudocysts had disappeared and that there was nothing left on which to operate! So it is with the unbelieving, they see with their eyes, but their minds don’t comprehend. They hear with their ears, but they don’t understand.

GOING ON HOME CARE


Just as the second opinion foretold, I began to feel much healthier as my body recovered. I still had some difficulties with food digestion and therefore had to stay on aortal IV feedings for quite some time. I no longer had to nap several times a day, and with this added time on my hands, I walked the corridors of the hospital out of boredom.

My family doctors believed that now I was out of severe trouble and suggested that I go on home care. One advantage would be that I could manage my IV feedings without the aid of a nurse. Of course, being home had to be the most important. After months in the hospital, going home seemed so good.

Besides living at home, a particularly significant advantage of moving to home care is that the cost is significantly less than hospital care. Since my health coverage was paying for the entire hospital stay, they had the most to gain by this move. Yet, for some reason, the insurance company balked at funding the cost of home care. Eventually, my family physician had to talk to the insurance company executives to get home care approved. I was fortunate to have this man in my corner, making things happen for me, time after time. It was a long struggle, but I was pleased to be finally going home.

The home care people came to my home and provided me with everything I required to do IV feedings at home. They even brought in a miniature refrigerator to keep the IV solutions fresh, and they followed up by delivering additional solutions weekly. They instructed me on how to set up the IVs correctly. After that, I became responsible for my home care operation. I had to hook up the IV to my aortal catheter each day at the proper times. That was it except for frequent check-ups at my family doctor’s office.

PROBLEMS WITH INFECTION


For the first few weeks, everything worked extremely well. Then one day, for no apparent reason, I suffered what I would describe as severe icy chills with uncontrollable shivering. My body shivered and shook for approximately ten minutes while covering me with blankets did not remedy my symptoms. Eventually, my lips turned blue from the cold. Then, just as quickly as they started, these chills ran their course and abruptly halted. I went directly to the hospital, where they conducted a series of tests. I talked with the physicians, and they were baffled. Being very concerned, I walked them thru the history of my illness and home care. Despite all of this, they told me that it was probably nothing, and I should not worry about it. I remember pondering as I left the hospital that perhaps there was something wrong with my catheter. After all, what else could it be? But then I reasoned that they well paid to solve people’s health problems. They are doctors! They have studied for years and are competent in figuring this out. They are professionals! They know what they are doing, right?

Approximately ten days later, just when I began thinking that perhaps the doctors were right, the chills hit me again, only this time they were much more acute. I am not sure how long the shivers remained, but when they ended, I was exhausted. In my way of reasoning, this was a drastic reversal to my recovery. Following the episode, I mustered up the energy and returned to the hospital again, where they completed an even more exhaustive set of tests. But the outcomes were the same; they found nothing wrong and sent me home. Yes, I made sure that they knew all of the details of my illness and my current home care treatment. I explicitly asked if my Aortic catheter could be the source of the dilemma. They responded that if they could see me when I was experiencing an episode, they might identify the origin of these mysterious shivers and convulsions. I was starting to question if they believed what I had told them.

A week later, I was at my family doctors office for my periodic check-up. I was seated on an exam table while he examined me when the third shivering episode began. When the doctor observed it, he had the nurse cover me with blankets, but they were ineffective. I looked in the office mirror and could see that my lips had turned blue once again. The convulsions became much more violent than before, and my fingers and toes went numb as well. The muscles of my body began cramping from exhaustion. In the midst of all of my thrashing, the doctor checked my heartbeat with his stethoscope, and while he monitored, I could feel the abnormal heart rhythm in my chest, and I knew that he heard it also. I looked at his face, and I watched as it turned white while he monitored my arrhythmia. I looked directly into his wide-open eyes and saw fear in them. I knew that he thought I could die right there in his office. I knew that I was weak enough to expire, but once again, I refused to let negative thoughts into my mind, regardless of the circumstances. Just like before, I knew that I would be okay.

Soon my body started shaking even more violently, and the doctor directed a nurse laid on me to provide her body warmth. An ambulance arrived and wheeled me out on a gurney, right through the patient waiting room. I got to see, first hand, the horror and disgust on the faces of the people as I went past them. I guessed that they repulsed by my symptoms and likely presumed that I was dying!

Just as in the other two episodes, the extreme shaking abruptly ended inside the ambulance. My physician must have phoned ahead because they immediately concluded that something was wrong with my catheter and removed it as a precautionary measure. Later, tests on the catheter confirmed their suspicions as they found a strand of staph infection growing at the end of the catheter. According to my doctor, the extension would develop into a long chain of infectious material that grew as time passed. Once it reached a critical mass, the strand would break and instantaneously released into my heart.

SIGNIFICANCE TO THE VISION


I did not know it at the time, but all of this was due to spiritual warfare. Satan kept hitting me because I refused to seek the protection of God. God was trying to get my attention, but I was not paying attention. He had something He wanted to tell me.


MY DAY OF DEATH

It was November 7, 1986, a day that I would prefer to forget but likely never will. My chronicle of this day and its aftermath will seem unimaginable to many. It was the day death came calling, and I crossed over into the spiritual reality of our human existence. When I look back on this experience, I understand that it was a period of change for me, an essential lesson in the truth about our reality, and an education on why we are here. I knew almost nothing about these things you are about to read at the time they occurred.

It all began when, for some reason, I had stopped believing in the existence of the devil and disregarded the terrifying encounter I had as a child (documented in the section entitled, A Terrifying Memory.) I believe that this left me a vulnerable victim for what started on that November day.

I was not feeling well on that day, which was a bummer because I was very enthusiastic about going to a concert with friends that evening. As the day progressed, my condition worsened. This condition was something I had previously experienced, off and on, for many months. The symptoms included low energy, facial flushing, and high-temperature, and I frequently experienced them after dinner or a couple of drinks. I had also gained over thirty pounds during this time. I had gone to see my doctor about all of this on two separate occasions, but after several sets of tests, they found nothing wrong.

Despite all of this, I decided that the concert was just too good to pass up. So that evening, I met my friends at a restaurant before the show for dinner and drinks. Even though I was not hungry, I went ahead and ordered a Mexican dish and a beer anyway. The aftereffect of this combination made my stomach feel full and backed up.

We left the restaurant ad walked across the street to the concert hall and took our excellent seats just before the show started. The music and the performances were outstanding, and everyone was having a swell time, except for me. I was getting nauseous and sick to my stomach, and I tried to delay the inevitable but eventually had to leave the performance to go to the restroom to vomit. As I returned to my chair, I thought that there must have been something wrong with the Mexican food I ate. My illness proceeded to worsen throughout the evening, as I had to depart to the restroom several more times for relief by the time the concert ended. My friends all wanted to go out for drinks afterwards, but I had started to develop sharp abdominal pains and had to decline their invitation and drove home instead.

When I arrived back home forty minutes later, my abdominal pain had become severe. As I exited my car, I found that I could not stand upright due to the pain, but rather, I had to stoop forward at the waist to minimize it. My wife and I called our family doctor, and he recommended that I be taken to the hospital emergency room immediately. Ironically, the trip to the hospital brought me within a block or so of the concert hall I had left a couple of hours ago.

THE INTENSIVE CARE UNIT AND THE INITIAL PROGNOSIS


When I eventually arrived at the emergency room (ER), I stepped out of the car, and I meandered inside, clutching my stomach while bowing 90 degrees at the waist. I was understandably irritable and demanded immediate attention when I arrived at the admissions window. The nurse there gave me some forms to fill out and requested my proof of insurance. All of this took so long that I was starting to wonder if I would get the treatment I needed in time. I gave her my insurance card and continued to fill out the forms when I suddenly had to bolt across the room to the restroom to vomit once again. I reasoned that if I had food poisoning, I should be getting better by now because I was emptying my stomach, but this certainly was not the case.

Now sensing that I was acutely ill, the ER nurses immediately came into the waiting area with a wheelchair and drove me into an examining room. Then, a very young man came in and examined me and pressed on my stomach. He looked like a high school student, and I remember thinking, this certainly can not be my doctor. But as it turned out, he was the intern on duty, and yes, he was the doctor who performed the preliminary examination. He had the nurse take blood samples, and as I waited for the results, the pain grew steadily worse.

The young doctor returned an hour or so later and informed me that he had reached a very unusual diagnosis. As a result, he had requested the assistance of a resident doctor for validation. Thirty minutes later, the resident doctor came in to examine me, and after reviewing all the data, he told me that he concurred with the intern’s diagnosis. However, he would also require a review and validation by the hospitals top doctor. I asked about what my infirmity might be, but he was unwilling to tell me anything about his diagnosis. Things were becoming scary. What could be so bad that it needed this level of consideration and secrecy?

So I waited in pain as the head physician drove in from home. When he arrived, I received my third examination, and after a lot of deliberation, they all agreed that I was suffering from a malfunctioning pancreas.

They transferred me to an intensive care unit and gave me morphine for the pain, which had now spread throughout my entire body. It felt like I had needles and pins implanted in every square millimeter of my flesh. The discomfort was so great that certain parts of my body were now starting to go numb. Although I did not know it at the time, the doctors had already advised my immediate family that they did not expect me to live through the night and that they should call any distant family members who might want to see me before I died.

The initial shots of morphine proved ineffective, so they gave me several additional doses, but these didn’t help either. Eventually, a nurse connected me to a morphine injector pump that allowed me to regulate my medication level by merely pushing a button. Interestingly, all this morphine never made the pain completely go away. It just got me into a mindset where I didn’t care about the pain anymore. I remember thinking at one point when my stomach pain intensified, oh well, so what!

The doctors never communicated that they had done all they could do, that there is no cure or medication to address the pancreas condition I had. They planned to shut down my digestive system by discontinuing my food intake and hoped I would pull through. They never inform me of the gravity of my ailment. But this turned out to be a good thing because, through this entire ordeal, I always believed that I would recover.

I remember the nurse shutting the curtains in my ICU room and turning out the lights as she left. I laid there for a while, just staring up at the ceiling while wondering what my fate might be. Eventually, I became groggy and drifted off to sleep.

LEAVING MY BODY


While unconscious, I had an out-of-body experience in which I found myself seated in a transparent spaceship, hovering in the blackness of space with the radiance of billions of stars all around. I knew that I was sitting on a solid surface because I could feel my bottom and crossed legs touching it. Mysteriously, I also knew that I had a transparent dome above me, shielding me from the environment while also allowing me to see in every direction.

Once again, I was receiving information pertinent to my circumstance. I suddenly knew I had left my body and was about to travel through space and time. I soon noticed the first sensation of movement. Slowly forward at first and then gradually accelerating. I then began to hear voices, bits of peoples conversations that I was passing by. One statement after another in succession, as if I were slowly driving a car past an unbroken line of people engaged in dialogue.

Initially, I could hear complete sentences, but as my ship accelerated, the words also came in quicker, were higher-pitched, and less recognizable. Soon, there were very few recognizable words, and eventually, there were none. They sounded like a 33 RPM record played at a 78 RPM speed. Then, as the acceleration advanced, the sound transformed into something like Morse code and soon into the squelch of an old-time radio when someone quickly turns the tuner across a wide range of stations. I felt that my ship was traveling through time and that I was passing by the voices of my life’s future conversations. I had a feeling that they were the voices of a future that I was not going to have. Suddenly these sounds just stopped. I thought that I would have had a very long life if I had lived.

With the sounds of voices now behind me, I focused on trying to identify my location. At first, all I could see were the stars and the blackness of space all around me. I soon noticed, however, that I was zigzagging back and forth through space. The ship was advancing in S-shaped curves, like a snake, first veering to the left, then curving around to the right. Back and forth, I went while maintaining one precise heading forward. I was moving ahead in the form of a sine wave.

SPIRITUAL GOLGOTHA


I proceeded to look around as I progressed through space, and I noticed an object ahead that was slightly larger than all the others in the endless sea of stars ahead. As I advanced, I saw that its shape was different from the other stars. For one thing, it was not spherical, and yet I couldn’t quite make out what it was.

Abruptly, a strange repugnant stench came into the craft. It was faint at first, and I found myself sniffing to identify it. But when the full strength of that putrifying odor fell on me like a giant wave crashing onto the shore, it choked and sickened me. I was the horrid stench of decaying human flesh, the odor of death, and it repulsed me.

I then began to hear a faint melodic sound that I could not identify. I noticed, however, that the volume was increasing as I neared the unidentified object before me. A chill ran through me when I recognized that the sound was the voices of millions of souls, simultaneously wailing in torment and despair. It was this perpetual melody of misery that evoked in me a very depressing and gut-wrenching feeling.

I glanced up to check my heading and observed that I was nearing the now much larger-looking white object in space. I also noticed that my s-curves appeared larger. I determined that I was moving directly toward this irregularly shaped object and that both the putrified stench and wailing sounds were emanating from within it. I soon saw what I wish I had not, a gigantic, human skull suspended in space without a body. It had bits of muscle and hair in various places, but, in general, it was severely deteriorated and decayed. Much of its skin was gone, exposing underlying muscle, ligament, and bone. Most areas were missing the muscle and ligaments, revealing only the bony structure. The jaw had seriously degenerated except for a few teeth and exposed jawbone that projected an evil smirk. The right eyeball was missing, and it was from this open cavity that the stench and the wailing sounds emerged.

The closer I came to this skull of death, the more I became in awe of its enormous size. My sine wave flight path now swung me from one edge of the object to the other, and before I knew it, all I could see before me was the skull. Yet, I proceeded onward, and soon all I could see was the open eye socket before me. I then realized my total insignificance relative to the massiveness of this object. Nevertheless, I extended my approach, now entering the empty eye socket, and watched as it engulfed me. Once inside, I got a close-up view of the remnants of ligaments and muscles inside the eye socket. Yet, I proceeded, now moving into total darkness, eventually passing through an invisible passageway. It appeared that my journey was over for now, and I wondered what might lie ahead.

THE LAKE OF FIRE AND BRIMSTONE


I soon found myself swimming in a phosphorescent yellow-orange plasma with millions of other lost souls. The plasma delivered a punishing heat and immense pressure on everything there. I thought that these conditions must be like our suns fusion, where enormous gravitational forces cause extreme heat and pressure.

The heat agonizingly stung and scorched my skin, and the weight of the plasma felt like a million atmospheres of pressure, squeezing everything right out of me. The other souls there looked similar to white tadpoles, as they swam wailing in agony through the hot orange ooze, the scorch of the heat, and the pressure of the plasma driving them into madness.

Every soul there was continuously enduring the horror, sorrow, pain, and misery they had inflicted on others. More than that, they were experiencing them precisely as their victims had at the time. All of this emotion was broadcasted into the plasma and was simultaneously experienced by every other soul there. The compounded effect of these simultaneous sorrows would seem unbearable, but they had no alternative but to live in eternal torment, a torment that drove them into enraged madness. As a result, they darted back and forth like pollywogs in a heated chemistry beaker, frantic for an escape without hope or rest, searching continuously for relief without end, wailing in despair.

I discerned that there was no escape from the Lake of Fire and Brimstone, but somehow I was mysteriously transferred out of this place and instantly relocated to a large searing hot cave.

HELL


The sculptured rock surfaces are blackened from scorching and glowed red in various spots. The walls also contained many large fissures that periodically opened to release fire and a repulsive sulfuric smelling steam. I guessed that these conditions must be like those in the middle of the earth. When I looked around and noticed that I was alone, I started walking down a passageway, through the flames and the steam, looking for a way out.

THE BEAST


Suddenly, a giant beast magically emerged in front of me, blocking my way. This offensive looking ten-foot-tall monster had a frame comparable to that of a husky man. Its large arms and legs were thicker than my torso, and its muscles bulged like those of a world-class bodybuilder. Its skin was predominantly darkish brown with hints of black splashed in, and its surface resembled scorched leather, tempered in the fire of this place. This leathered skin had sharp thorns of various sizes, all across its body, and the larger thorns even had smaller thorns on them. These rose-like thorns had to be an exceptional weapon as anyone who engaged this monster in battle would be cut to shreds.

I stared at the face of the beast, and as its red eyes glared back at me, I felt its immense contempt for me. Its head sloped backward like the head of a Raptor, and I knew that this beast was the master of this place and that there was no way for me to defeat it; at least not here where it rules. We stood there, glaring at each other for a while, and once again, I felt the great loathing and hatred it had toward me. It hated me with a prejudice that I had never imagined, with perfect malice. I knew that it found me revolting, disgusting, and even repulsive. There are no words that can adequately convey the depth and completeness of its hostility toward me.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, I attempted to run, but my feet stuck to the floor, and I could not lift them. The beast then made numerous thrashing motions at me, swinging its arms at me, but luckily its feet stuck to the ground as well. This realization was a good thing because I understood that it would rule over me in the halls of hell if ever released. I also knew that it would torture me, obtaining sadistic pleasure in my suffering. All of these things, I somehow knew as if someone had inserted knowledge directly into my brain. I felt it all with powerful emotion. But, the beast’s restraints held, and then, as before, I was instantly transported to yet another place.

THE GRAY PLACE AND JUDGMENT DAY


I found myself in a tranquil fog, one that mysteriously had no misty dampness. I looked all around but saw only the greyness that engulfed me. I pondered on my recent rendezvous and felt fortunate to be in a place as peaceful and calming as this one.

All of this suddenly changed as I started to re-experience the sins of my life much more vividly than when I lived them. Interestingly, I was also experiencing the feelings, emotions and perceptions of the people I had sinned against as well. I felt what the people I had harmed felt, and it humbled me. These interactions transpired instantaneously. Instead of taking hours, days, months, or even years, I re-experienced them all at the same instant.

Suddenly all of this ended, and I heard a voice that came from beyond the fog. It was a mature comforting voice, one that projected love. It emitted confidence that drew me toward it. It was firm and yet unintimidating. It had a perfect tempo. Its strength, language, and pronunciation were precise, yet the voice conveyed a sense of caring and concern. I perceived all this from just the four incredible words the voice spoke.

I thought, how could I decern all of this with just four words? After all, it was only a straightforward question, yet one so profound that it cut me to my heart. It had taken me by surprise and hit home like a sledgehammer. “Why should you live?” is all the voice spoke without expression of judgment or anger. It left no clue revealing what a satisfactory answer might be either, and the fog kept me from observing the source, so I had no visual clues to help.

Eventually, I got over being intrigued by the voice as the ramifications of the question overwhelmed me. I had realized that my answer would determine my fate. I thought that there had to be a correct answer, one that would make a difference. If not, why ask it? Frantically, I started to search for reasons to justify my poor conduct.

While I was doing this, another insight came to me from out of the blue, and it rocked me. There were no lies in this place, only truth. Lies do not exist here because the one who asks the questions knows the truth. Everyone here knows the truth.

Soon another truth hit me. The inquiry pertained to more than just mortal life and death on earth. It was a question relating to life forever, either in paradise or in the Lake of Fire and Brimstone, the second death. Then I thought, but, how can I know this because I never heard of the second death before. I began to understand the significance and gravity of the question and the consequences of my answer. Death forever! Agony, torture, and suffering for eternity in the Lake of Fire and Brimstone. Unending torment at the hand of Satan. Then that “oh, no” feeling came over me in a deluge, a sensation you get when your actions severely hurt someone.

I heard a commotion coming from somewhere beyond the voice, and then a second voice said, “What about good works?” Then, I heard more rustling and commotion that must have been several souls searching for good works. Soon the disorder stopped, and a third voice said, “There are none.” I stood there dumbfounded and thought, how can this be since I have certainly performed good works? Then another truth followed. Even the good deeds I had accomplished were for the wrong reasons.

I knew the focus was back on me, and I was desperate to find an answer. I had to come up with something. At first, I blamed others and waited for a reply, but received only silence. Then, I realized that I should not blame others for my poor choices, so I gave in and told God that I would change and asked Him for help.

That was the last thing I recollect about being in that place because I awoke in the Intensive Care Unit the next morning. I had lived through the night by the mercy of God. Yes, someone had been watching out for me again. Someone had saved me from the greatest misfortune of all. You would think that this time there would be no mistaking who was watching out for me, but regrettably, I was still blind. I saw all of this as one terrifying dream and moved on.

SIGNIFICANCE TO THE VISION


This chapter reveals the devil’s evil desire for us to fall from God’s grace, just as he did. He wants us to serve him by tempting us to do evil against humanity because it is against God’s will. He wants us to go to hell where he can rule over us. He wants us to suffer with him in Pit of Fire and Brimstone for a thousand years, where we will experience the suffering of all the evil that he did to the people of earth.

The ministry of Jesus Christ is a ministry of spiritual warfare where we cast out the evil around us. Jesus came to save us from the consequences of the devil’s activity here on earth. Jesus came so that everyone who believes in Him will have a life with Him forever in paradise. He desires that we love one another as He loved us. God demonstrated this love to us when He healed the sick, cast out demons, fed the hungry, told us about the Father, died on the cross for our sins, rose from the dead, defeated all evil, and ascended into heaven where He is our advocate with the Father. These things are the heart of the vision—that we become like Jesus and do the things that He did. We do this by entering into a life of spiritual warfare and victory over evil.

I certainly did not understand any of this at the time I experienced them that day long ago. I know now that what happened that day was not just a bad dream. I know because scripture validates it all.

I will now present Chapter 3: Points for Reflection so that you may also know that all of these things are true as well.


SEEKING JESUS

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

Surrender is Followed by a Glorious Vision

Shortly after my surrender to God in the hallway of my home something amazing happened that was to signal a vastly different future for me. It happened as I was in bed. I was in that twilight place halfway between sleep and consciousness that I had a most beautiful vision. I will make an attempt to adequately describe what I experienced, even though I am sure that no description could ever live up to what I saw. None the less I will make an attempt to do so here:

 

The first thing that I saw was a bright florescent orange globe that appeared against a steel blue-black background.

The colors were sharp and crisp, and they emitted light from within somehow. The image was clearer and sharper that anything I had ever seen in…

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The Morning Star Rising on the First Day
The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

TWILIGHT ZONE EXPERIENCES

While growing up I enjoyed watching a television program called, “The Twilight Zone.” This program reportedly presented stories of real-life experiences that defied explanation using the laws of physics. There certainly have been “Twilight Zone” experiences in my life and the story below is one of them.

A LIGHT IN THE NIGHT SKY AT FORT ORD

In December 1965, I had an experience that redirected the path of my life for the better. It happened in my final week of Advanced Infantry Training (AIT) at Fort Ord California. 

This is a picture of my unit. I'm in the last row, on the right, the one with the glasses. This is a picture of my unit. I’m in the last row, on the right, the one with the glasses.

It all started when I had picked up my laundry from the Quartermaster after a long training day and carried it back to barracks as the sun was setting. I could see the darkness falling through the long line of windows as I walked across the length of the billet to my bunk. I began moving clothing into my footlocker when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a faint glow illuminating the darkened sky outside. As I continued watching, it gradually expanded until it lit up the entire street scene, eventually pouring light into our poorly lit billet as well.

Soon, a small number of interested soldiers appeared on the street, looking up into the sky, some pointing toward the source of light directly above them. Wanting to see everything they saw, I started walking back toward the door to exit the billet. As I passed the windows again, I could see that even more soldiers were now entering the street.

When I reached the doorway, I encountered a group of about ten soldiers who were obstructing my pathway to the door. I did not recognize any of them and, consequently, I’m sure that they were not a part of my unit. They were having a great time joking, laughing, and engaging in banter with each other. So much so that they were oblivious to my need to move through them. So I asked them politely to make a way to the door for me. But nothing happened. It was as if they did not hear me. So, I asked in a louder voice, but they just kept jamming as if I was not even there. So I decided to make my way through them by pressing on them if needed. When it came time for me to lower my shoulder into the soldier in front of me, I had to ramp up to my maximum force, and still, I could not budge him. I would have had better luck pushing into a wall. In awe of this man’s strength, I moved back to see the face of this wall of a man.

When I first saw his face, I was stunned. He was staring in the direction of another soldier, but he was not moving. I looked at his eyes and noticed that there was no eye movement or blinking. I checked to identify any detectable breathing but found none. The beads of sweat on his face were suspended, defying gravity, not trickling downward or dripping off.

I then noticed the eeriness of pure silence had displaced the everyday noises of a building loaded with active soldiers. I gazed at the other soldiers in the doorway. They were all frozen like manakins occupying a store window as if time had stood still. I gradually shifted my gaze back across the billet. All the men halted in mid-stride. The entire scene looked like a video when the stop button is depressed.

Then the light streaming through the windowpanes caught my notice. In the luminosity, I observed motionless dust particles that were unaffected by the air currents or gravity.

The light looked something like this.
The light looked something like this.

Soon, a small number of interested soldiers appeared on the street, looking up into the sky, some pointing toward the source of light directly above them. Wanting to see everything they saw, I started walking back toward the door to exit the billet. As I passed the windows again, I could see that even more soldiers were now entering the street.

When I reached the doorway, I encountered a group of about ten soldiers who were obstructing my pathway to the door. I did not recognize any of them and, consequently, I’m sure that they were not a part of my unit. They were having a great time joking, laughing, and engaging in banter with each other. So much so that they were oblivious to my need to move through them. So I asked them politely to make a way to the door for me. But nothing happened. It was as if they did not hear me. So, I asked in a louder voice, but they just kept jamming as if I was not even there. So I decided to make my way through them by pressing on them if needed. When it came time for me to lower my shoulder into the soldier in front of me, I had to ramp up to my maximum force, and still, I could not budge him. I would have had better luck pushing into a wall. In awe of this man’s strength, I moved back to see the face of this wall of a man.

When I first saw his face, I was stunned. He was staring in the direction of another soldier, but he was not moving. I looked at his eyes and noticed that there was no eye movement or blinking. I checked to identify any detectable breathing but found none. The beads of sweat on his face were suspended, defying gravity, not trickling downward or dripping off.

I then noticed the eeriness of pure silence had displaced the everyday noises of a building loaded with active soldiers. I gazed at the other soldiers in the doorway. They were all frozen like manakins occupying a store window as if time had stood still. I gradually shifted my gaze back across the billet. All the men halted in mid-stride. The entire scene looked like a video when the stop button is depressed.

Then the light streaming through the windowpanes caught my notice. In the luminosity, I observed motionless dust particles that were unaffected by the air currents or gravity.

I turned back to the soldiers in the doorway and wondered why everything had stopped but me. Then suddenly, it all returned to normal, as if someone had pressed the play button again. The men frozen in the doorway resumed their banter from exactly where they left off, and the sounds of the billet returned as well. I looked back toward my bunk and saw that everyone was moving around again as if nothing had transpired.

I peered through the windows and saw that the light outside had faded. So I worked my way through the soldiers in the doorway, open the door and looked up into the sky. I saw a ball of light ascending into the sky, gradually becoming smaller and fainter as it rose, until it vanished, restoring the darkness.

I retreated to my bunk, sat down, and saw that no one was discussing what had just transpired. Everyone went back to doing the things they had been doing before. Then it dawned on me; they had nothing to remember. Their bodies were there, but time stopped for them, and therefore they did not experience what transpired. Their souls were unconscious. But then, why would I be the only one to experience what occurred? My explanation would come soon.

The Company Clerk came in first thing in the morning and escorted me to the Company Commander office. Once inside the HQ, he checked with the Commander and then directed me to go in. I marched in, did a left face at the center of the Captain’s desk, came to Attention and saluted while shouting, “Sir, Private Gordon reporting as ordered, Sir.” The Captain firmly responded, “At ease, Private,” and I moved to Parade Rest.

The Captain then spoke in an agitated voice, “Gordon, did you know that you have a type 2 profile on your eyes?” I immediately replied, “Sir, Private Gordon does not know what a type 2 profile on his eyes is, Sir.” The Commander sighed deeply and sat back in his chair. Looking me straight in the eye, he said, “Son, it means that you can not be in an Infantry Unit. I will make arrangements for someone to get you reassigned. That is all.” I came back to Attention, saluted the Captain, did a left face, marched out of his office and out of the HQ. As I walked back to my billet, I wondered why I had to endure all of this training before anyone noticed my ineligibility.

It was not until much later in my life that I realized what a tremendous gift I had received that day. I had avoided being attached to an Infantry Unit in 1965, in the height of the Viet Nam ramp-up. I had received an extraordinary blessing!

These thoughts brought about thoughts of all the other times that I had been removed from harm or guided away from danger. Some would call them miracles because they are scientifically indefensible. I now see them as God’s divine interventions in my life. All the encounters that I never told anyone because they would know I was crazy. When I look back at these, I see a pattern of protection that was always there for me. This experience was just another in a long chain of supernatural protections.

If this experience were an isolated event, then I think that there would be speculation about what happened that night at Fort Ord. I have reported these experiences to you because they are true. Therefore, I must connect the dots and conclude that God has been directing my steps all along. The stories I have already written provide support for what I have written here.

Further evidence will appear in the stories that I will be publishing in the future. Together, I hope that they will lead you to believe that only God can do what I have described here. The direction of my life certainly changed course in that short, 12-hour span.

I did eventually go to Viet Nam however, but not as a part of an Infantry unit. In 1966/67, I was with the 618th Maintenance Company in the Central Highlands. Years later, when I was doing my research, I found that most of the men in my training unit became apart of the Fourth Infantry Division. I remember watching their convoy stretching out for miles as they moved past us and on to their westward targets.

It was only a few days later that we heard the sounds of their battles. We felt the ground shaking as the bombs and shells exploded miles away. The sounds of the explosions rumbled through the air like rolling thunder through the nights. I remember lying in my bunk on one of those nights, thinking, I’m so glad I am not where those boys are today. As it turns out, the 4th Infantry Division took more casualties than any other unit in the Vietnam War.

Thant you, Lord. Praise God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit!

May God be with all who read this letter.


The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

 THE ESP EXPERIENCES

After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some call these strange experiences ESP or extrasensory perception. I would dream things that would come true and know things that were to happen before they occurred. I have been publishing a series of my experiences here in an effort to communicate how God repeatably warned me of danger through the years of my life. In today’s story, I travel through space and time to gain prior knowledge to a horrible event that about to happen. This event changed world history and is still a topic that is still examined, researched and analyzed to this day. I happened shortly after I graduated from high school.

A DAY OF TRAGEDY

I was still living at home with my mom and dad at the time and was delivering pizzas at night for income. I did not have a car, so I walked to work every day arriving at about four o’clock in the afternoon and then returned back home again around midnight on weeknights and two in the morning on the weekends. One November night while I was walking home alone, I felt a big emptiness inside. It is difficult for me to explain, but I had a guilty feeling down in my gut. I had experienced these feelings before when I did something very wrong to someone but that was not the case here. This was a much larger emptiness than I had ever felt before, it was as if an enormous injustice had been done.

When I arrived home from work that night I was exhausted so I went straight upstairs to my room and went to bed. It was then that a phenomenal experience began to happen to me. As I was dozing off to sleep, I would awake with a start as I sensed that my legs were floating off the bed and into the air. As I was quite concerned about this feeling I sat straight up in bed and touched my hands to my legs to ensure that, yes, they were still there. Rationalizing that this must have been part of a dream I decided to simply ignore the floating sensation and go back to sleep. So, I bedded down a second time, intent on getting some desperately needed sleep and dozed off again, only to wake with a start a second time sensing that my entire body had been lifted two feet above my bed and was floating there. Once again I sat straight up immediately only to find myself in bed as normal once again. I thought to myself, this is crazy, I am extremely tired, most likely coming down with a cold, the flu or something like that. I once again determined to ignore these weird sensations because I needed the sleep. So, when the sensation of floating up off my bed reoccurred I simply ignored it, hoping that it would go away.

paradox

Floating up from my bed.

The sensations did not go away however and my body not only floated up off my bed, but it passed effortlessly through the ceiling and roof of my house as well. From there my ascent continued rapidly up into the sky and I passed through a cloud layer. Eventually, I stopped traveling straight up and started moving in a direction parallel to the earth. I continued on this course for quite some time and as I traveled through the night sky, I could feel the air getting warmer. This meant to me that I must have been traveling south. Then I started descending, and I saw a city full of lights ahead of me. I continued a gradual descent until I arrived at the side of a tall brick building without any visible windows. In addition, I saw streetlights arrayed in a straight line in front of the building and parallel to the curb. Each streetlight was made of metal and they curled over at the top like the hook at the top of a candy cane.

Then, I noticed a woman standing beneath one of the street lights who had her head was down, and who was sobbing uncontrollably. As I hovered above her I watched her and felt great compassion for her grief.

Woman standing under the street lights.

I started to wonder what had gone so wrong that caused her sadness and I wondered if I might be able to help her in some way. Could she hear me if I spoke I wondered? Then I wondered if I could even speak. I deduced that I had nothing to lose and tried to speak but no sound came out. It was as if there was not enough air to speak. For a moment I contemplated abandoning my effort to speak but committed instead to try to use a louder voice. This time it worked as I said to her, “What is wrong lady?” and then watched for a response. She did not respond but kept sobbing as if she did not hear me. Then, I thought perhaps she will indeed, not be able to hear me. Not giving up I spoke once again increasing the volume, “Why are you crying1?”

To my surprise she answered without looking up, “Why, don’t you know? Don’t you know that today they killed the President?”

At that instant, I don’t know how, but I was instantly transported back to my bed. I was sitting straight up once again but this time I was thoroughly soaked in sweat. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought it might explode and I was breathing like I had just run a four-minute mile. I looked around my room only to find that I was still alone in the dark. I sat there for several minutes waiting for my body to cycle back down to normal. I did not know what to think about what had just happened. The thought of the President being killed seemed a very improbable thing to me. I admired President Kennedy, and I believed that he was doing good things for our country, so I guess that his death was not something that I wanted to accept. Once again, I rationalized that although this out of-body experience seemed very realistic it, nevertheless, must have been a bad dream, so I once again went back to sleep.

When I got up the next morning, I still felt out of sorts even though I had slept in because of the hard night. I found myself at home alone as dad was more than likely working, and mom was probably out shopping. I went to the kitchen for some breakfast prior to starting my walk to work. I somehow felt displaced, like I was somewhere that I was not supposed to be. As I walked to work things just did not seem normal. For one thing, it was an overcast and gloomy day and the typically busy street that I walked along had almost no traffic for some reason. Where were all of the cars and people I wondered? It was an unusually quite walk that morning as there were no birds chirping, no horns blowing, things were eerily quite. I wondered if everything had died. Then I had that empty, hollow feeling inside of me again.

When I arrived at the pizza restaurant where I worked I entered through the back door that led to the kitchen. The owner was there watching the television as I entered. He seemed extremely angry and he shouted at me, “Do you know what those crazy people did today?” I thought to myself, “oh no!” For it dawned on me that I certainly did know and being horror stricken, I shouted back, “They killed the President.” His mood turned quizzical and he asked me how I could know this because it had just been announced on television. I just shook my head and did not answer him. I was thinking that I could never explain what had happened to me the prior night.

I do not know why or how this happened to me. Was there something that I could have done to change things? I don’t think so. Perhaps just telling the story is sufficient. Or, perhaps there is more to this than meets the eye. After all, the woman under the street light said, “They killed the president.” Perhaps the experience I had indicated that a coup took place and that an evil organization was now subverting the will of the people to self rule.

I still wonder what was the value for me to know of the assassination in advance. Perhaps it was another warning of impending danger. There are many people who believe that this event was a major turning point in our country, one in which was necessary to change the nature of our democracy and the direction of our country.

Interestingly, I recent viewed a video entitled “Dark Legacy,” which was about President Kennedy, his policies and actions as President as well as the circumstances of his death. In this movie they demonstrate that time and again Mr. Kennedy took actions for peace. As a part of this demonstration they included a clip of a speech that John F. Kennedy gave to the United Nations in 1961. In it he stated that he would seek a treaty with Russia to ban on long range missiles but ultimately his intention was total disarmament of both Russia and the US as well as the elimination of all weapons and all armies from the world. I recommend that you view this film for yourself. You can find it on netflix.com. If you do not have a subscription you can get a free thirty day trial with no obligation.

The point of this is that a diametrically opposite view of world politics was established from the moment of his death. This is clearly demonstrated in the immediate reversal of Kennedy’s initiative to bring home all of our Viet Nam military personnel by 1965 (see http://www.jfklancer.com/NSAM263.html for a copy of the executive order). Orders for a massive troop build up in Viet Nam were initiated within two days of the presidents assassination. It would appear that the military industrial complex had won.

Kennedy had been successful over in the Cuban missile crises but it appears that the military industrial complex may have eliminated the major obstacle to their war agenda. To get an idea of how badly the Joint Chiefs of Staff wanted war, watch the movie Thirteen Days, which documents the course of events surrounding the Cuban missile crises.

We now know that if Kennedy had given in and approved the militarys recommend course of action that our invasionary force, that would have been required to secure the nuclear warheads, would have fallen victim to tactical nuclear weapons on the beach. So in seeking a peaceful solution, President Kennedy may have adverted a massive defeat of the invasion force and possibly a nuclear exchange with the Russians that would have been a result of the escalation of this incident.

So yes, I would say that we lost a lot with the loss of President Kennedy that day in November 1963.  As for me I still view this experience as a warning of danger from God, even to this current day.

Pray for peace!


The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

THE ESP EXPERIENCES

After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some would call these strange experiences ESP or extrasensory perception. For example, I would dream things that would come true and know things that were to happen before they occurred. The following story is one example of the kind of things that I experienced that are of this nature. 

Here is my story for today.

A BRICK WALL

When I was about ten years old, I had a dream in which I came to a red brick wall that blocked my path. In this dream, I became very frustrated searching for a way past the wall but not finding one. I started searching along the base of the wall to my left only to find a dead end. Then, I searched for a way around the right side of the wall only to find another dead end. I contemplated how I might be able to go over the wall, but it was just too tall, and there was nothing to grab on to, so I could not find a way over it either. 

Now if this were an isolated experience, it most likely would have been long forgotten, but I kept redreaming it nighty after night. As if I was in one big loop, continuously searching, for a way past the wall. For months this went on. Most often, the dream sequence would last most of the night, leaving me still trying to find a way to the other side when I awoke. 

This dream was a mystery to me as I had never seen a wall like this one, and I had no idea why it may be relevant to me. My innocents, however, was about to change.

One summer evening, I joined with a group of older neighborhood boys who were gathered just down the street from where I lived. Interestingly, some of these boys were the ones who had a great laugh on me in the boogeyman story. One of the boys had just acquired a used car. In the course of our conversation, he suggested that we all go down to Hastings Street.

I was by far the youngest one there and had no idea what Hastings Street was or why anyone might want to go there. If I had, I would not have gone with them. I found out years later that Hastings street was the black cultural centre of Detroit. It was famous for its bars and restaurants, and Jazz. It could be a dangerous place to be.

For some reason, all the boys all wanted to go, and I trusted their judgment and jumped in the car for what I thought would be a fun time. As we were in route, the driver started to take big gulps from a bottle of Orange Vodka that he had stashed under the driver’s seat. It seemed that in no time at all, he was quite drunk. In fact, by the time we got to Hastings Street, he was a sloppy, goofy drunk.

I was in the back seat between two of the other boys as we cruised very slowly down Hastings Street. I could see large numbers of people on the street, mostly just milling around. There were women in provocative clothes standing on street corners and under streetlights. I was so young that I didn’t know what this meant at the time either. We drove by bars that all had their doors propped open, and we could hear loud blues and jazz music as we slowly passed. I also remember that we passed a police car that had four officers inside. One of the boys said it was the big four, indicating that this part of town required Detroit’s toughest police.

The musician John Lee Hooker on Hasting Street

Then our intoxicated driver starts singing in a loud voice, “Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes.” Then, being very amused with his newly created song, he let go with a loud belly laugh. Then he rolled down his window, hung his head out and sang it again, “Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes,” followed by another belly laugh. I remember being embarrassed at first, but after a while, I started to become quite fearful. This activity seemed to be very stupid for white boys to be doing in a black part of town. 

There seemed to be no way to stop him either. He just kept repeating this song and laughing over and over again even though the other boys were shouting at him to quit and telling him quite emphatically to shut up. When he did not, they threatened him with physical violence if he didn’t stop. 

The car came to a red light, and we stopped for what seemed to be a very long time for me. It was when the light changed, and we had entered the intersection I saw the red brick wall through the windshield. A chill ran down my spine as we attempted a u-turn in the road. The driver was having difficulty in making the turn because of the stick shifter. Halfway through the turning process, I could see men coming from buildings and out of the alleyways. As they came toward us, I could see that they had baseball bats, lumber, and tire irons in their hands. They were coming from several directions.

 

After completing the U-turn, our drunk driver stalled the car. He attempted to restart the vehicle, but it would not start even though it turned over just fine. But the engine began to turn at a slow rate, indicating the battery was getting week. I could see that the groups of angry men were getting closer. Then I thought that it was possible we could all die here, and no one would ever know what happened. Then the distinct smell of gas filled the car indicating that the engine flooded. We had the driver push the accelerator to the floor and listened as the engine turned progressively slower. Suddenly, the clicking sound of the solenoid is all we hear. Meanting the battery lacked power to turn the engine. I then thought that we would all die. But for some unknown reason, the engine suddenly turned one more turn and roared to a full-speed start. Our driver, now seemingly very sober, dropped the shifter down into first gear and we peeled away. 

The angry men were running alongside and behind the car and started slamming the vehicle with their weapons. The sounds of the weapons striking the metal of the car were quite horrific. The car finally started pulling away from the mob, and we drove away safely. 

I am sure that if we had been there just a few more seconds, our fate would have met an unpleasant end. In looking back at this incident, I know that the dream of the brick wall was another warning from God. Also, I believe that the one extra turn of the engine was help from God as well. I know that one isolated case like this one could be a coincidence, but it is not just one case. I was being warned and protected again and again. Just read my previous blogs and look for the ones to come, and you will come to see how God works. 

God bless you and keep you always.

6/21/2020


 

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

THE ESP EXPERIENCES

After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some would call these strange experiences ESP or extrasensory perception. For example, I would dream things that would come true and know things that were to happen before they occurred. The following story is an example of the kind of things that I experienced that can not be explained scientifically, and in fact have been discredited by the scientific community who now state that ESP does not exist.

Here is my story for today. I was most likely nine or ten years of age when it occurred.

PREMONITION OF AN AUTOMOBILE ACCIDENT

My mom and dad would take us to visit my aunt’s family from time to time and my sister and I looked forward to these trips because we got to play with cousins our age.

Their house was about an hour’s drive across town and we were driving home late one night after one of our visits. I was quite tired and was trying to get some sleep in the back seat. I had my head propped up against a padded door handle on the driver’s side.  Just as I started to doze off, I awoke with a start, sensing that another car was about to crash into us at the precise point where my head had been resting.

Thinking that I was being silly, I ignored the sensation and put my head back down and tried to get back to sleep. I experienced the very same sensation several times before I decided to tell my mother about it. She reaffirmed that I was in fact being silly and recommended that I dismiss it from my mind and try to go back to sleep. So, I made another attempt to suppress my fear and get some sleep.

But the sensations grew stronger and I could not stop the urge to pull my head away from the side of the car once again. Only this time another auto came crashing into the side of us at the very point where my head had been resting just a second before.

The accident turned out to be quite minor, and no one was hurt. There was a big dent in the side of our car and some broken glass but the car was drivable and we drove it the rest of the way home. 

I had to wonder though about what the outcome may have been if I had not pulled my head away at the last second. The jolt of the collision was substantial, so I suppose I could have sustained a major injury to my head or neck. In this case, I heeded the warning and made the right choice. Still, I wondered about where these warnings were coming from and why.  

Looking back at it now and by looking at all of the experiences that I have had in my life of this nature, I can say that these warnings came from God. For me these things that happened to me were a protection, a guiding.

But I really never hear much about these kinds of things from others. So I think that they must be very unusual. But are they? How about you? Have you ever had an experience of this nature, one that can not be explained by the laws of science? If so leave a comment here to tell me and my other readers about what happened to you. We would love to hear your story.

God bless

Papa Joe

 


The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

THE ESP EXPERIENCES

After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some would call these strange experiences extrasensory perception (ESP). For example, I would dream things and then they would come true, and know things that were to happen before they occurred. The following story is just one of them. Others will be posted at a later date.

I DREAM THAT I WAS LIKE A SUPERMAN

One night I had a dream that I was standing in the middle of the street and an oncoming car was heading toward me at a high rate of speed. Rather than run out of the way to escape, I braced myself and extended my arms toward the car to absorb the impact. The car ran directly into my outstretched hands and it stopped in its tracks. In my dream, the car was a gray 1940’s model. The hood was v-shaped and formed a rounded point where my hands met the car. I could see my hands against the gray automobile, and I was in awe of what had happened. I remember having the feeling of extreme physical strength. I imagined that this is what Superman must have felt like—knowing that you can muster unmatchable power and that there is nothing that can defeat you. In this dream, I truly felt invincible.

superman stops a car

superman stops a car

A few days later, I was playing with one of my friends who lived down the block. We were flying a saucer toy that he had just received. The saucer sat on top of a handle and would lift off and fly up into the sky when the string was pulled. It was the spinning motion coupled with the fan blades inside the saucer that would create lift that in turn launched the saucer up into the sky. The toy look like the one depicted below:

flying saucer toy

We were having a great time chasing it and trying to catch it before it landed. On the last launch, my friend pulled very hard and the saucer soared high into the air. As it rose above the houses, a strong breeze kicked up and carried it out into the street. Being totally focused on catching the saucer, I started running after it as fast as I could, not paying much attention to where I was going.

My friend’s mother was there and she shouted to me, “Joe, don’t go into the street. Joe, stop!” I remember hearing her words but they seemed faint and very far away. I was in the middle of the street by the time I caught the saucer and it was then that I could clearly hear my friend’s mom screaming for me to come back. I turned and looked up the street and there was the gray car of my dream speeding toward me. There was no time to get out of the way, so I held my arms out in front just like I did in my dream. I could hear the tires squealing in response to the car’s locked brakes. Then the car hit my hands as it slid to a stop. Unlike my dream, it was evident that it was not my power that stopped the car. I realized that I was not all-powerful. The car had knocked me backward even though it just barely touched me. I watched the front of the car rock back and forth in reaction to the sudden stop. I saw my own hands against the hood of the gray car just like in my dream but I stood there trembling as I realized that I had just looked death square in the eye.

My friend’s mother came over screaming at me to listen to her. Somehow her voice grew faint again as I wondered about the dream that had become a reality. How could such a thing be true? Why were the real life events so accurate but lacked the feelings of power and strength that I had in the dream? Something stopped that car, but it was not me.

I did not know what to think about this when it happened. As fast as the car was moving, I was very surprised that it stopped so quickly.Was it possible that something stopped the car that I did not understand? Was it possible that this something also tried to protect me from this circumstance in the first place? Or was it a notice to me that something was here to protect me and nothing could harm or hurt me? Well, being like many young boys, I spent about five minutes thinking about it before I filed it in the back of my mind where it was not thought about again for quite a long time.

Now, taken on its own merits this is a nice story that could be rightly classified as a coincidence. But when things like this happen over and over again, well, you can only come to the conclusion that what happened was far from coincidence. In the end I would have to conclude that it was God protecting me from harm. I plan to post a number of the other incidents so that you can make a decision for yourself. 

 

Jesus is the Light of the Wordl

Jesus is the Light of the World

 


The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

This experience occurred before my sister, and I entered grade school. It was a beautiful summer day, and we were playing in our front yard while a group of older boys were hanging out on our neighbor’s lawn. I guess these boys decided that they would have some fun with us, youngsters, by telling us frightening stories about the boogeyman. I knew what they were up to, however, and proclaimed that there was no such thing as a boogeyman.

They then assured me that they were eyewitnesses to every story and then continued by spinning even scarier yarns, while I stood firm in my assertions that there is no such thing as a boogeyman. 

But they challenged my denials, stating that the boogeyman was hiding between the houses just a few doors down the block. They said that if I was so sure, then why not take a look for myself? I suddenly became markedly less confident; after all, perhaps they were right. I tried to wiggle my way out of the situation, but when they called me a chicken and fraidy-cat, well, they had me. I couldn’t back down, so I devised a scheme to maximise my safety. 

I thought that if the boogeyman was between the houses that he would capture me if I got close enough. So I decided to run on a diagonal to get a look from the other side of the street. I also knew that I should start immediately so that the boogeyman if it existed, would not have any time to prepare for my arrival. So, without hesitation, I bolted across the street, running head down as fast as I could. Much to my surprise, I could hear my sister running right behind me. When I got to a position where I could see between the houses, I stopped and quickly turned to take a look. To my horror there it was hiding between the houses, right where the boys said it would be. It was so tall that it had to hunch over to keep its concealment. I somehow knew that it was waiting for kids like me to come by capture and devour. 

Its general shape was like a hugely powerful man with burnt leathery skin and the head of a dinosaur, very much like the Tyrannosaurus Rex. It just stood between the buildings, staring at me. I could feel its anger and disgust. I then lost all control and started screaming in horror, flailing my arms in the air while running back as fast as my legs would carry me. 

When I got back to my yard, the storytellers were rolling on the ground, laughing so hard that they had to hold their aching stomachs.

These boys believed that their deception had worked, but, I knew what these boys did not. I knew—that there was a devil down the block and that it was lying in wait for innocent kids like me. What they had made up in jest turned out to be the truth. Evil exists in the world. The devil is real. 

I tell this story because this experience was not my only encounter with the devil. Much later in life, for some unknown reason, I started to question if the devil was real. I had not heeded the warning that God gave me as a child. The result was that the devil struck me by exploding my Pancreas. When I arrived at the hospital, and moved into the ER, after hours of examination and tests, the doctors told my immediate family to send for my other relatives because I would likely not make it through the night. 

That night in the ER, after the doctors and nurses had left me to rest, I had an out of body experience. I traveled through space and time, and Hell was just one of several stops that I made, and there, once again, I was confronted by the devil, who looked much like the devil that I saw when I was a child. Once again, I could feel how intensely it detested me, and how desperately it wanted to destroy me. It struggled to move toward me, but God had anchored its feet to the ground. 

What I discovered later in life is that the devil wanted more than just my life, no, more importantly, it sought to destroy the purpose for my creation. It tried to kill the vision. 

So, let this be a warning of the existence of evil of this world, and that spiritual warfare is coming whether you are ready for it or not. 

So, please do not make a mistake as I did by believing that the devil’s existence is simply a myth. Be careful of what you think, and be cautious about the choices that you make because based on my experiences, your life, your purpose and your calling may hang in the balance. Seek God with all of your might, put on the spiritual armor of God, and follow his guidance.

May God’s blessings be upon you!


The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

I thought it appropriate to start this book with my earliest memories, and then move through my life while sharing my spiritual experiences. At the time, it seemed to be a nice way for the reader to get to know the author and his background. The surprise was the earth-shattering discoveries that I uncovered while I was writing. During this process, I came to realize that God had been working in my life from the very beginning; I just did not know it. He gave me people like my mom and dad, who were good people who cared for me and gave me good direction. He issued warnings of danger in ways that could have only come from Him. He showed me the truth of spiritual good and evil at a very early age. He took me by the hand and led me in the steps that I would walk. He closed all the doors but the ones that He wanted me to walk through. In addition, He protected me from harm time after time and did it in such a manner that His divine intervention could be the only possible explanation.
 
Things that have no explanation just kept happening to me, and they were always for my benefit even though that may not have been the perception at the time. I was blind to the fact that God was at the heart of these unusual events. This blindness made it extremely difficult for me to rationalize these experiences, even to myself. To me they were true mysteries. I rationalized them by thinking that perhaps I was just lucky to have escaped harm, or that I was smart for having the foresight to know a better course. In some cases, I could not come up with any rationalization at all so I pushed the entire incident into the back of my mind and kept my mouth shut. I thought that it was better than having the whole world know with certainty that I was out of my mind. These events would always take me back to the question: why were these things happening to me? Why me? I would discover the answer to these questions through the creation of this book. Writing this book enabled me to see the big picture of what God had been showing me over the fifty plus years of my life. It revealed that God was protecting me because He created me for a purpose. God created me to possess the vision.
 
When the time came and I turned my life back over to Him, He opened my eyes. Looking back on it now, I am amazed at all the things that He did to protect me or get my attention. The simple truth is that I had been dancing through life not paying any attention.
 
I did not recognize many of the wonderful truths that God had been showing me. In some cases I did not recognize them even after I returned to Him.
 
This book tells how God has communicated with me over the course of my lifetime. It is a story of the past, the present, and the future. It is a story that has value for everyone. In it you will learn the spiritual truths of this world and the next. This means that you will learn about the realities of heaven and hell, the angels and the devil, the portrait of the bride and even the judgment to come, just as I did. It is a story of God giving me a purpose that came to me in a line upon line, precept upon precept manner, just like the Bible tells us. I have no recourse but to pass these understandings on to you so that you will know the truth also.
 
So fasten your seat-belt. What you are about to read will include some of the most fascinating experiences you have ever heard.
 
Many of the stories in this book may be difficult to believe because they span beyond the laws of nature as we know them, and yet they are true. Many of the stories are parables. They communicate a true earthly narrative that is easy to understand but they also contain a heavenly message. So be warned, you will be stepping into the supernatural quite often as you proceed through this book. These events may shock you and leave you mystified but my prayer is that when you finish this book you will also know how to possess the vision.