A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

This posting is the first of many documenting the spiritual warfare attacks launched against me that ultimately led me to surrender to God out of hopelessness. They are a part of my testimony for all to read and rejoice because they were required to save my soul and subsequently encounter the captivating vision of a Jesus-filled world to come. 

My Day of Death 

It was November 7, 1986, a day 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. Looking back at this experience, I comprehend it as a time of transformation for me, an essential lesson in the truth about our reality, and an education on why we are here. I knew almost nothing about spiritual warfare when the attacks came. Still, I know that they started when, for some unknown reason, I started disbelieving or at least questioning the devil’s existence. This is incredibly true since I experienced a terrifying encounter with the devil as a child (A TERRIFYING MEMORY) that I did not consider at the time. My false belief left me a vulnerable victim of what began that November day.

I felt ill that day, which was a bummer because I was enthusiastic about attending a music concert with friends that evening. Still, as the day progressed, my condition unfortunately declined. It was something that I had been experiencing, off and on, for many months, that demonstrated symptoms of low energy, facial flushing, and high temperature. I typically encountered them after dinner or having a couple of drinks. I also gained over thirty pounds during this time. Although I had informed the doctor of these conditions twice before, he could find nothing wrong.

Tragically, despite all this, I determined the concert was just too good an opportunity to pass on, so that evening, I met my friends at a restaurant before the show for dinner and drinks. Despite not being hungry, I had a Mexican dish and a beer, and the aftereffect of this mixture caused my stomach to feel excessively full and backed up.

We left the restaurant, walked across the street to the concert hall, and grabbed seats just before the show started. The music and the performances were exceptional, and everyone was having a swell time except for me. I became nauseous and sick to my stomach and tried to delay the inevitable but eventually had to go to the restroom to barf. As I returned to my chair, I thought there may have been something wrong with the Mexican food. My nausea worsened throughout the evening, and I had to depart for the toilet several more times before the concert concluded. When it ended, friends all wanted to go out for drinks. Still, since I was now undergoing sharp abdominal pains, I declined their invitation and went home instead.

It was a thirty-minute drive home, and by that time, the abdominal pain had become extreme. In fact, it was so bad that I could not even stand up straight when I exited the car. The best that I could do was to lean substantially forward at the waist to minimize the pain. 

My family doctor was called, and he recommended driving to the hospital emergency room immediately. Ironically, the trip to the hospital took me back within a block or so of the concert hall I had left just an hour or so before.

The initial spiritual warfare attack had been conducted, and the result was that I was its casualty. Of course, it is not apparent at this point in time that my condition was the result of a spiritual attack. Still, this connection will become evident in my future postings. At this point, the battle has just started, and as you will soon find out, I will be attacked repeatedly in the days, weeks, and months ahead. Our next posting will address what happens in the emergency room and my initial prognosis. 

To hear the entire story use the following links:

THE INTENSIVE CARE UNIT AND THE INITIAL PROGNOSIS

ENTERING THE SPIRITUAL REALM

MY JOURNEY TO SPIRITUAL GOLGOTHA

SWIMMING IN THE LAKE OF FIRE AND BRIMSTONE

IN HELL – CONFRONTED BY THE DEVIL

STANDING ON THE SEAT OF JUDGMENT BEFORE GOD

BACK FROM DEATH

THE NEXT THREE MONTHS

THE STENCH OF DEATH

MY ABILITY TO BREATHE IS ATTACKED

UNABLE TO GET ENOUGH NUTRITION TO SURVIVE 

MY MEAGER ATTEMPT TO FIND GOD BRINGS A MIRACLE

PROBLEMS WITH INFECTION

BIBLICAL VALIDATION OF MY EXPERIENCES IN HEAVEN AND HELL

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