The Morning Star Rising on the First Day
The Aftershocks of Spiritual Attack
In a series of prior postings I have communicated how a life threatening illness sent me to the emergency room where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. Being close to death, my spirit left my body and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality. I travel to and swam in the Lake of Fire (also called the second death) where I experienced the unimaginable horrors. I then went into Hell where I was confronted by Satan and experienced the incredible hatred that he has for me. Next I traveled to the Judgment Seat of Christ and heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, “Why should you live?”
If you would like to hear the details of all of this please use the following hyperlinks:
The-Intensive-Care-Unit-and-the-Initial-Prognosis
Entering-the-Spiritual-Realm-of-Death
Inside-the-Lake-of-Fire-the-Second-death
Reliving-my-sins-before-the-Judgment-Seat-of-Christ
Opening-the-Books-on-Judgment-Day
Repentance-Brings-Salvation-Even-on-Judgment-Day
The Last Judgment by Rogier Van Der Weyden
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 that I woke up in the intensive care center. I had lived through the night but what was about to become clear was that the battle for my life was not over. The problem was an exploding pancreas was filling my blood stream with digestive enzymes that were in effect, decomposing my body from the inside out. To slow down enzyme production I had to fast until such time as a more definitive direction could be made. This initial effort was having a positive affect when another life threatening attack was to hit me. It was a consequence of the initial spiritual warfare attack. Here is what happened.
One morning shortly after being moved out of the intensive care unit, I awoke having a great deal of difficulty breathing. I was unable to get sufficient air through my windpipe and into my lungs to sustain myself even though I was just lying in bed. Something was obviously restricting or blocking the airflow and as a result, I found it difficult to talk.
I notified the nurse’s station and was shocked when they considered my problem to be of no immediate importance. In fact, they took no action as they recommended that I wait for my doctor to come around on his normal rounds. Well, 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 situation was only getting worse with time and it seemed to be life threatening to me. It was definitely not something with which I wanted to take a chance.
So I called on family members to get a doctor’s attention immediately. They came through for me, and the doctor arrived shortly to examine me. He found that my vocal cords were swollen to the point that they were cutting off my air supply. He explained that my vocal cords were exposed to large quantities of digestive enzymes because of my vomiting when I first arrived at the hospital. If left alone, my vocal cords would have totally blocked my air passage and I would suffocate.
Oxygen was administered immediately, and a tracheotomy was scheduled for the following day. The operation required that a hole be cut into my windpipe below my vocal cords. This opening allowed oxygen into my airway even when my vocal cords closed completely. After the operation, I had a small metal pipe inserted into the front of my neck that ensured that the passageway remained open. This pipe was my lifeline to the air that I needed for the next several weeks.
In my next posting I will tell of another set back as the doctors attempt to put me back on a limited diet.
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