A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

THE STENCH OF DEATH

In a series of prior postings, I have shared how a life-threatening illness sent me to the emergency room, where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. After the doctors did all they could and left for the night, my spirit left my body, and I drifted closer to death. I then journeyed to where I would experience the truth of our spiritual reality. I traveled through space and time to the Lake of Fire (also called the Second Death), where I swam with the other lost souls there, enduring unimaginable horrors. After a time, God removed me and transported me to Hell, where the devil confronted me. I experienced the incredible hatred that he had for me as he tried to destroy me there. Next, God delivered me to the Judgment Seat of Christ, and I heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, “Why should you live?”

But I made a promise to God that I would be better if He would work with me. The next thing that I knew was waking up in the ICU. I had lived through the night, but what was about to become apparent was that the battle for my life and soul was not over. 

The Stench of Death 

It was at this time that I noticed that I was a very different person than I had been before going into the hospital. Of course, I was very sick and, as a result, in a state of funk most of the time. But it was more than not feeling well. One thing in particular was my excessively vulgar speech. Vulgarities seemed to flow out of my mouth with every sentence I uttered, and for some reason, I did not seem to care. Nor was I concerned about who it offended. I spared no one from my offensive speech—not my mother, father, or children. Even doctors and nurses were daily victims of my foul remarks. Things like the simple notes that I wrote to people contained vulgarity. It was so bad that it was even clear to me that something was amiss. I wondered to myself, why am I saying such awful things? It was obvious to everyone that my language had changed. 

The stench of death was still all over me from my journey in the spiritual realms of death. Oh, I was alive and, in this world, but death and evil still covered me like a blanket. My mind was also affected. My thoughts were of sensual pleasures and flirting with nurses. These actions were incredible for someone who might die any minute. I remember thinking, what is wrong with you? You’re so sick you cannot stay awake for more than an hour at a time, and you are considering these absurd thoughts?

In addition, the devil’s physical attacks were about to resume. In my next posting, I will communicate how I fought for my life being unable to breathe.

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Additionally, the physical attacks of the devil were about to resume. In my next posting, I will communicate how I almost died from not being able to breathe. 

Much love to you from Papa Joe. May God’s blessings be upon you and yours. And remember to:

A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day