SEEKING JESUS

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

The spiritual warfare over me continued, although I experienced a significant improvement in my condition over the several months in the hospital. At one point, my doctors informed me that I was well enough to be placed on home care, and I was very excited about the possibility of being home again. The insurance company, however, mysteriously refused to approve it even though it would have saved them thousands of dollars. Then, after getting approval after weeks of haggling and going home, a Strep infection developed that nearly killed me. I knew nothing about spiritual warfare then, and therefore, I became a human punching bag for the devil, repeatedly absorbing his punches, not knowing I was in a spiritual war. The story details follow below; however, if you care to catch up on my prior postings that are a prelude to this story, use the following links:

Entering The Spiritual Realm, MY JOURNEY TO SPIRITUAL GOLGOTHA, IN HELL – CONFRONTED BY THE DEVIL, SWIMMING IN THE LAKE OF FIRE AND BRIMSTONE, Standing On The Seat Of Judgment Before God, MY EXPERIENCES IN HEAVEN AND HELL, THE DAYS AFTER DEATH, MY ABILITY TO BREATH IS ATTACKED, UNABLE TO GET ENOUGH NUTRITION TO SURVIVE, MY MEAGER ATTEMPT TO FIND GOD BRINGS A MIRACLE

THINGS BEGIN TO LOOK BETTER

As the second opinion predicted (MY MEAGER ATTEMPT TO FIND GOD BRINGS A MIRACLE), I began to feel considerably better and stronger. I no longer naped several times a day and had my weight under control. However, I continued having digestion difficulties that kept me attached to an IV that pumped life-giving fluids directly into my aorta. With more awake time, I roamed the hospital corridors out of boredom, often rolling my IV equipment behind me.

Nevertheless, my family physicians believed I was out of serious trouble and should be discharged from the hospital and placed on a home care program, where I could administer my own IV feedings. The primary benefit would be being at home with my family. However, the insurance company rejected this proposal even though they had considerable financial gain to do so. Eventually, after endeavoring to sway the insurance company administrators, my family doctor resorted to calling an insurance company executive to confirm the home care authorized for me. I was blessed to have this man in my corner, making things happen for me throughout this ordeal and returning me home.  

After spending almost three months in the hospital, it was really good to return home. On the first day home, a home care team arrived at my house and delivered the IV equipment and a small refrigerator they would fill with bags of IV solutions. They also instructed me to safely attach myself to the IV and set up and manage the IV equipment. I would be responsible for adequately connecting the IV equipment to my catheter each day at the appropriate times from that point forward. The home care team would then deliver the sugar water and vitamin solutions each week, and we established a delivery schedule with them. The only other thing I had to do was attend prescheduled medical check-ups, ensuring that everything was progressing as expected. 

THE INFECTION STRIKES

For the first few weeks, the home care program was working well. Then, one day, and for no apparent reason, I suffered what I would describe as an intense cold chill accompanied by uncontrollable quivers. During this episode, my body shook and convulsed for roughly ten minutes. Covering myself with blankets did not remedy the situation; eventually, my lips turned blue. Suddenly, however, the chills ran their course and ended just as abruptly as they had begun. My wife immediately drove me to the hospital, where they performed a series of tests. When I spoke with the doctors after they reviewed the test results, they found nothing wrong. This feedback worried me because I knew the severity of the attack. Because I was concerned about having another attack, I verified that they knew the history of my pancreatic illness, and I was on home care, attaching IVs to the catheter in my chest. I was shocked when they told me it was likely nothing and that I should not worry about it. I recall leaving the hospital and thinking that perhaps something was wrong with my home care function. After all, what else could it be? But then I supposed they get paid top dollar to diagnose problems for people like me. After all, they are doctors. They went through years of training and education and should be able to figure this out. They are professionals, after all. They know what they are doing, right? 

About a week to ten days later, when I just began believing that the doctors were right, the chills hit me again but were much worse this time. I’m unsure how long they lasted, but when the convolutions quit, I had nothing left; all my energy was gone. I believed that this occurrence was a severe reversal of my overall health plan. After the episode had settled down, I mustered up enough strength to travel to the hospital again, where the doctors performed an even more comprehensive set of tests. Unfortunately, the results were the same. They found nothing amiss and sent me home again. Yes, I once again made sure that they knew about the circumstances of my illness and my home care treatment. They seemingly could not tie the pieces together. They suggested that if they could see me having an episode, they might be able to determine the cause of these mysterious shivers and convulsions.

After another week, I was in my family doctor’s office for a routine check-up when a third chill episode materialized. It began while the doctor examined me on his exam table. When the shivering started, my physician had his nurse wrap me with blankets, but they were inadequate in warming me. I then saw my lips turning blue in the mirror across the room. The convulsions were much more violent this time, and my fingers and toes became numb. My muscles were quickly becoming fatigued and began cramping. My doctor then checked my heartbeat with his stethoscope. As he listened, I could feel the irregular rhythm of my heartbeat, and I knew he was also hearing it. I looked up at his face and saw it slowly turn pale. His wide-open eyes reflected fear, and I knew he believed that I was dying right there in his office. His reactions reflected the seriousness of my situation. While I also deemed I was sick enough to die, I again declined to let pessimistic thoughts into my mind regardless of my circumstances. Just like before, I knew that I would recover.

When my body started shaking even more violently, a nurse covered me with her body to provide additional warmth. The paramedics arrived, and they wheeled me out through the patient waiting room on a gurney, where I witnessed the horror and disgust on the faces of the people as I passed by them thrashing. As before, however, the violent shaking suddenly stopped, but this time, it was in the ambulance on the highway to the hospital. The doctors there must have received information from the paramedics and concluded that there might be something wrong with my catheter because they removed it as a precautionary measure. Or perhaps my doctor called ahead and told them to remove it. 

Afterward, tests confirmed my original suspicions. A Staph infection was growing on the end of the catheter inside my aorta. According to the doctor, the staff formed a chain of infectious material that extended as time passed. Once it reached a critical length, the strand would break and be instantaneously released into my heart, causing these violent reactions.

SIGNIFICANCE TO THE VISION

I did not know it then, but I was once again the target of spiritual warfare. Satan kept hitting me, but I didn’t know to seek the protection of God. God was trying to get my attention, but I was not responding. 

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