A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS
The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

SOME BACKGROUND INFORMATION REGARDING THIS NUTRITIONAL DEFICIENCY POSTING

This posting reports one of several spiritual attacks by the devil devised to destroy my life and purpose. I did not know much about spiritual warfare at the time. As a result, I became a punching bag for the forces of evil, struck repeatedly. I write this to inform the unknowing souls who may wonder why things like this may be happening to them. To better understand what happened to me before I had nutrition deficiencies issues and provide context for this experience, I have included the following links: BACK FROM DEATH,

Although I miraculously lived through that first night in the ICU, my troubles were far from over. As strange as this may sound, I did not heed the Judgment Day messages I experienced that first night in the hospital. I have communicated these experiences 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. As I drifted closer to death, my spirit left my body, and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality. I traveled through space and time to Spiritual Golgotha. There, I swam in the Lake of Fire (also called the Second Death), where I experienced unimaginable horrors. God then moved me to Hell, where Satan confronted me, and I experienced his incredible hatred of me and watched in horror as he attempted to destroy me, but God fastened his feed to the ground. God removed me from there and moved me to the Judgment Seat of Christ. There I heard the words from God that no one wants to hear: “Why should you live?” If you wish to catch up on the details of what happened, use the following links:

My life would continue despite being very sick, 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.

He continued to attack me repeatedly in the hospital as I fought for my life. Several of his attacks damaged my body, while others aggravated my job situation and relationships. In my previous posting, the devil attempted to suffocate me (MY ABILITY TO BREATH IS ATTACKED.) When all else failed, he persuaded my doctors to have me consent to a dangerous but unnecessary operation. He repeatedly brought mayhem into my life with a relentless series of events designed to abort my destiny and life purpose. In today’s posting, I will present how he attempted to starve me to death.

PROBLEMS WITH IV FEEDINGS

After I had been on continuous IV feedings for quite a while in the hospital, my physicians grew concerned about maintaining my weight and health. So they resolved to see if I was healthy enough to eat natural foodstuffs again. They gradually introduced a liquid diet, and when that was successful, they pursued placing me on a soft food diet. Everything went well for about a week, but unexpectedly, the digestive enzyme levels in my blood shot up dramatically again. This condition is a sign that my damaged pancreas was overproducing these enzymes again, entering my bloodstream, and decomposing all the proteins in my body organs again. 

So, they halted all food intake until my enzyme levels turned back down, and when they did about a week later, they reinstated the same meal plan strategy. Unfortunately, my enzyme levels shot up again, and they suspended the feeding program for a second time. Through all of this, the IV feedings never ceased, and their effect began to take its toll as the veins in my arms, legs, hands, and feet broke down. Things were getting more alarming, and I wondered if the doctors had a resolution to this problem.

I was gradually moving toward a no-win crisis. I could not eat, and my large veins had broken down, forcing the nurses to use smaller ones, reducing the amount of nourishment I could obtain in a day. At this time, I was hooked up to the IV 24 hours a day, and it was becoming increasingly challenging to locate a vein, as making several stick attempts had now become a common practice. 

INSERTING A CATHETER IN MY AORTA 

After agonizing about this predicament for quite some time, my physicians eventually resolved to take the risk of inserting a semi-permanent catheter into my Aorta. That’s correct, through the center of my chest and incredibly close to my heart. They were reluctant to perform this operation because one slip could result in permanent heart damage. Please note that the catheter insertion point in the diagram below is of the modern-day practice that moves the entry point away from the heart, most likely for safety reasons.

However, there were several advantages to taking the risk. One benefit is that it would solve my nutritional needs issues. Once this catheter was in place, I would get all the nutrition required in four hours. Secondly, it was considerably more straightforward to use; merely attach an IV bag to the catheter and eliminate the needle sticks. Things would become more comfortable and pain-free. I could get up and move about more frequently as I would no longer constantly have an IV bag holding me back. 

They performed the Catheter insertion procedure in my hospital room, and I was conscious throughout the operation as the physicians required feedback from me. They began by cutting a small opening in my chest so they could gain access to the Aorta from between two of my ribs. Then they injected the catheter through that hole and inserted it into my Aorta. But as fate would have it, they encountered considerable trouble piercing my Aortic wall. The Doc had to gradually exert increasing levels of force to propel the catheter into the artery. This exertion persisted for several minutes until, finally, the physician leveraged all of his strength and body weight to get the job done. As all of this was happening, I became very concerned as I recollected the danger warnings they gave me before the procedure began. But the catheter finally pierced the aorta wall, creating a loud sound like the crushing of a giant beetle’s shell as the catheter punctured the Aorta wall. The good news is that the operation was a success. There were no slips, thank God. I was delighted and relieved that this ordeal was over.

In my next posting, I will present:  MY MEAGER ATTEMPT TO FIND GOD BRINGS A MIRACLE.

A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS
The Morning Star Rising on the First Day