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My Out-of-Body Experience Predicting the Assassination of President Kennedy

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August 23, 2024

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

THE ESP EXPERIENCES

The ESP experiences started early for me, before entering elementary school. They were often premonitions of impending danger. As I reflect on them today, I see them as warnings from God and, in some cases, divine interventions. In all cases, they were warnings of danger and protection from harm. I did not think about much back then, but I knew that people saw me as a weirdo when I talked about them.

My experiences often came in dreams of things to come or knowing things before they happen. I have even documented several of them here to communicate how God repeatedly warned me of danger and protected me through the early years of my life. I will provide the links to a few of them here:

A DAY OF TRAGEDY

Today’s account was different in that it was a horrific out-of-body experience that was more than just a warning of danger for me but rather for the entire world. This event marked the beginning of the loss of innocence and the ascent of evil in the world.

This experience occurred shortly after high school while I lived with my mom and dad, delivering pizzas in the afternoons and evenings. I walked 2 miles to work and back, still saving money for a car. I started work around 2 o’clock in the afternoon and returned home around 10 on weeknights and as late as two in the morning on the weekends.

One November night, while walking home after a hectic night at work, I felt a big emptiness in my soul. It was like the guilty feeling I would get when I had accidentally harmed someone. However, this was a much larger emptiness, it was as if an enormous injustice had been committed.

I arrived home exhausted that night and went straight upstairs and into bed. Strangely, as I was dozing off, I felt my legs hovering up in the air above my bed. This startled me, and being concerned, I sat up and touched my legs to ensure they were alright.

Desperately needing sleep, I resolved to make it happen soon. Despite my good intentions, I soon sensed that my entire body floating off of my bed. I thought this was crazy; I was exhausted and may be coming down with something. I sat up again only to find myself on the bed as I should. I, therefore, once again resolved to ignore these sensations.

The levation sensation reoccurred, but this time, I ignored them. When I did, I floated upward off my bed and passed effortlessly through the ceiling and roof of my house. I ascended rapidly into the sky, eventually passing through the cloud layer. There, my direction changed, and my altitude leveled off. I continued on this course through the night sky for quite some time. I soon sensed the air warming, which meant I was traveling south. I began descending and eventually passed through the cloud layer and saw a city of lights shining, illuminating the darkness on the horizon. I gradually descended into this large city like an airplane approaching a runway. I arrived, having stopped before a wall of a tall white windowless building. I floated there, suspended about ten feet off the ground. I looked around and saw a line of streetlights in front of the building between the grass and the sidewalk. Each streetlight was made of dark metal that curled at the top like a candy cane.

A woman stood beneath a streetlight with her head down and hands covering her face. She was sobbing uncontrollably. As I hovered above her, I watched for a while as she continued to cry, and I felt a deep sense of compassion for her grief. I wanted to comfort her, to understand her pain.

I wondered what caused her sadness and if I could do something to comfort her. I wondered if she would be able to hear me if I spoke? Then I wondered if I could even talk. I deduced I had nothing to lose and attempted to speak, but no sound came out. It was as if there was insufficient air to speak. I contemplated abandoning my effort for a moment but decided to use a louder voice instead. This time, it worked as I said, “What is wrong, lady?” and then watched for a response. She did not respond but kept sobbing. Not giving up, I spoke even louder, “Why are you crying?” This time, she answered without looking up, “Why, don’t you know? Don’t you know that today… today… they killed the President?”

At that instant, I was instantly transported back to my bed, sitting straight up, thoroughly soaked in sweat, with my heart pounding so hard I thought it might explode, breathing as if I had just run a four-minute mile. I looked around my room only to find I was alone in the dark. I sat there for several minutes, waiting for my body to return to normal, not knowing what to think about what had just happened.

The thought of the President being killed seemed to be a very improbable thing to me. I admired President Kennedy and believed he was doing good things for our country, so I guess his death was something I wanted to reject. As before, I rationalized that this out-of-body experience, while seeming very real, must have been a bad dream and returned to sleep.  

When I awoke the following morning, I felt out of sorts even though I had slept in. I was alone. I went to the kitchen for breakfast before starting my walk to work. I felt displaced, as if I were somewhere I was not supposed to be. Walking to work, things around me seemed abnormal.

For one thing, it was an overcast and gloomy day. The typically busy streets had almost no traffic, and I wondered where all the cars and people were? It was a tranquil walk that morning; the birds were not chirping, the horns were not blowing, and things were eerily quiet. Soon, I had that empty, hollow feeling inside of me again.

I entered the pizzeria through the back door leading to the kitchen. The owner was there watching the television as I entered. Being enraged, he shouted at me, “Do you know what those crazy SOBs did today?” I thought to myself, “Oh no!” For it dawned on me that I certainly did know, and being horror-stricken, I shouted back, “They killed the President.” His mood turned quizzical, and he asked me how I could know this because it had just been announced on TV. I just shook my head and did not answer him. I thought I could never explain what had happened to me the prior night.

I did not know why this happened to me at the time. I wondered why this pre-knowledge was something I should know. Was there something that I could have done to change things? No, I don’t think so. Perhaps just telling the story is sufficient. Or there is more here than meets the eye. After all, the woman under the streetlamp said, “They killed the president.” Maybe my experience indicated a coup had occurred, and an evil organization was now subverting the people’s right to self-rule.

I still wonder what the value for me was to know of the assassination in advance. Perhaps it was another warning of impending danger. Many people believe that this event was a significant turning point in our country, which was necessary to change the nature of our democracy and the direction of our country.

Interestingly, I recently viewed a video entitled “Dark Legacy” about President Kennedy, his policies and actions as President, and the circumstances of his death. In this movie, they demonstrate that Mr. Kennedy repeatedly took action to bring about peace.

As a part of this film, they included a clip of a speech that John F. Kennedy gave to the United Nations in 1961. In it, he stated that he would seek a treaty with Russia to ban long-range missiles. Further, his long-term intention was total disarmament, which would be achieved by eliminating all weapons and armies worldwide. I recommend that you view this film for yourself. You can find it on netflix.com.

The point made above is the diametrically opposite view of the actions taken by the US and other countries regarding Vietnam immediately after President Kennedy’s death. Mr. Kennedy issued a presidential order for the removal of 1000 US troops from Vietnam by 1963 that was reversed just a few days after his death by the new President. (see National Security Action Memoranda [NSAM]: NSAM 263, South Vietnam | JFK Library for a copy of the executive order). Orders for a massive troop build-up in Vietnam were initiated within just a few days of the President’s assassination. It would appear that the military-industrial complex had won.

Kennedy had been effective in stopping the Russians from arming Cuba with nuclear weapons by implementing a diplomatic agreement that included the US to remove missiles near Russia. This action appears to have delayed the military-industrial complex war agenda. To get an idea of how desperately the Joint Chiefs of Staff wanted war, watch the movie Thirteen Days, which documents the course of events surrounding the Cuban missile crises. You can find it on Amazon.

We now know that if Kennedy had given in and approved the military’s recommended course of action to invade Cuba during the Cuban missile crises, our invasionary force would have been nuked on the beach using tactical nuclear weapons. So, in seeking a noninvasionary solution, President Kennedy adverted a massive defeat of our invasion forces and, even worse, a possible nuclear exchange with the Russians that could have been the end of humanity.

So yes, I would say that we lost a lot when President Kennedy was shot that day in November 1963. As for me, I now see that my experience was a warning of things to come, that the assassination of President Kennedy was the day that evil began to take action to overthrow the world, democracy, freedom, and religion.

Since then, they have taken control over our congress and presidency. They now have authority over the medical sectors. They run the offices of the President, like the FBI, intelligence organizations, IRS, Homeland Security, etc. They have compromised the judicial system and our voting processes. They have assets deployed to control state and local governments.

I see the evil and seemingly nonsensical policies being implemented by our government against the will of the people and, in fact, are designed to impair the people they govern. They are everywhere, coiling around us like a Python strangling its prey.

What can we do? First, pray that the evil organizing all of these things fall into the trap they have built to enslave us. Secondly, we must take action to subdue them and remove them from power in a loving way.

I have written the following two posts addressing an essential section of the Lord’s prayer. They can teach you what you need to achieve to take down the actions of evil. They also reveal the objective of your activities. Here they are:

In addition, I will also provide you a posting that communicates my experience in the spirit, as a component of the bride of Christ. It reveals the war that is ahead for Christianity. Here is that link:

Finally, I will present a vision from God of the new Earth. This new Earth develops and matures into a flower that blossoms from a bud and then blooms forever because Jesus lives at its core. This is the destiny of the Christian warrior. Here is the link:

Thats it for today. I hope you find this a helpful and illuminating posting. I would love to hear your comments. May God’s blessings be upon you and yours. Until then,

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

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A LIGHT IN THE NIGHT SKY AT FORT ORD

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August 16, 2014

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day
The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

TWILIGHT ZONE EXPERIENCES

While growing up, I enjoyed watching The Twilight Zone on television. This TV program presented the real-life experiences of ordinary people that cannot be explained by science or the laws of nature. While there have been several Twilight Zone experiences in my life, this one is noteworthy because it reveals the power of God, divinely intervening in my life, to protect me from harm and possibly death.  

A LIGHT IN THE NIGHT SKY AT FORT ORD

This experience likely occurred on the last Wednesday in October 1965, October 27th, just a few days after this picture was taken. 

This is a picture of my unit. I'm in the last row, on the right, the one with the glasses.

I’m in the back row, on the right, the one with the glasses.

It all started when I picked up my laundry from the Quartermaster after a long training day and carried it back to the barracks as the sun was setting. I could see the darkness falling through the long line of windows as I walked across the length of the billet to my bunk. I began stowing clothing into my footlocker when I noticed a faint glow illuminating the darkened sky outside. As I watched, it gradually grew until it lit up the entire street scene and eventually began pouring light into our poorly lit billet.

Soon, a few interested soldiers appeared on the street, looking up into the sky, some pointing toward the light source directly above them.

The light looked something like this.
The light looked something like this.

Wanting to see everything they saw, I returned to the door to exit the billet. As I passed the windows again, I saw more soldiers entering the street.

When I reached the doorway, I encountered a group of about ten soldiers who were obstructing my access to the door. I did not recognize them; consequently, I’m sure they were not a part of my unit. They were having a great time joking, laughing, and engaging in banter with each other. So much so that they were oblivious to my need to move through them. So I asked them politely to make a way to the door for me. But nothing happened. It was as if they did not hear me. So, I asked again in a louder voice. But the result was the same. They just kept jamming as if I was not even there. I decided to go through them by pressing my shoulder on them if needed. When it came time to lower my shoulder to the soldier before me, I could not move him with the gentle force I exerted. So I slowly ramped up my exertion to its maximum, and still, I could not budge him. I would have had better luck pushing into a wall. In awe of this man’s strength, I moved back to see the face of this wall of a man.


When I saw his face, I was stunned. He was staring at another soldier, but he was not moving. There was no eye movement, blinking, or breathing. There were beads of sweat on his face, but they were suspended there, defying gravity, not trickling downward or dripping off.
I then noticed that pure silence had displaced the everyday noises of active soldiers in a billet. I gazed at the other soldiers standing in the doorway. They were all frozen like manakins occupying a store window as if time had stood still. I gradually shifted my gaze back across the billet. All the men had halted in mid-stride. The entire scene looked like a video when the stop button is depressed.
Then, the light streaming through the windowpanes caught my notice. I observed motionless dust particles suspended in the air, unaffected by air currents or gravity.

I turned back toward the soldiers in the doorway and wondered why everything had halted but me. Then suddenly, it all returned to normal, as if someone had pressed the play button again. The men frozen in the doorway resumed their banter from where they left off, and the sounds of the billet returned as well. I looked back toward my bunk and saw everyone moving around again as if nothing had transpired.

I peered through the windows and saw that the light outside had faded. So I navigated through the soldiers in the doorway, opened the door, and looked up into the sky. I saw a big ball of light ascending into the sky, gradually growing smaller and fainter as it rose, until it vanished, restoring the darkness.

I returned to my bunk, sat down, and saw no one discussing what had happened. Everyone went back to doing the things they had been doing before. Then, it dawned on me; they had nothing to remember. Their bodies were there, but time stopped for them, and therefore they did not experience what transpired. Their souls were unconscious. But then, why would I be the only one to experience what occurred? My answer would come soon.

The Company Clerk came in the morning and escorted me to the Company Commander’s office. Once inside the HQ, he checked with the Commander and directed me to go in. I marched in, did a left face at the center of the Captain’s desk, came to Attention, and saluted while shouting, “Sir, Private Gordon reporting as ordered, Sir.” The Captain firmly responded, “At ease, Private,” and I moved to Parade Rest.

The Captain then spoke in an agitated voice, “Gordon, did you know that you have a type 2 profile on your eyes?” I immediately replied, “Sir, Private Gordon does not know what a type 2 profile on his eyes is, Sir.” The Commander sighed deeply and sat back in his chair. Looking me straight in the eye, he said, “Son, it means that you can not be in an Infantry Unit. I will make arrangements for someone to get you reassigned. That is all.” I returned to Attention, saluted the Captain, did a left face, and marched out of his office. As I walked back to my billet, I wondered why I had to endure all of this training before anyone noticed my ineligibility.

It was not until much later in my life that I realized what a tremendous gift I had received that day. I had avoided being attached to an Infantry Unit in 1965, at the height of the Viet Nam ramp-up. Therefore, I received an extraordinary blessing!

These thoughts reminded me of the other times I had been removed from harm or guided away from danger. Some would call them miracles because they are scientifically indefensible. I now see them as God’s divine interventions in my life. All the encounters that I never told anyone because they would know I was crazy. Looking back at these experiences, I see a pattern of protection that has always been there for me. This incident was just another in a long chain of supernatural protections.

If this experience was an isolated event, there could be speculation about what happened that night at Fort Ord. But it is not an isolated event. After looking back and reviewing these other events, I have concluded that God has protected and guided me all along. I have written about these experiences in other posts as well.

Further evidence will appear in the experiences that I will be publishing here in the future. I hope they will lead you to believe that only God can do what I have described here. The direction of my life certainly changed course in that short, 12-hour span.

I eventually went to Vietnam, but not as a part of an infantry unit. In 1966/67, I was with the 618th Maintenance Company in the Central Highlands. I remember watching the Fourth Infantry Division’s convoy rolling eastward past us down Highway 19. I marveled as the line of their vehicles stretched out for miles as they moved past us and onto their Central Highlands targets. I wondered if any of the men I trained with were among them.

Only a few days later, we heard the sounds of their battles. We felt the ground shaking as the bombs and shells exploded miles away. The sounds of the explosions rumbled through the air like rolling thunder through the night. I remember lying in my bunk on one of those nights, thinking, I’m so glad I am not where those boys are today. As it turns out, the 4th Infantry Division took more casualties than any other unit in the Vietnam War.

Thank you, Lord. Praise God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit!

May God be with all who read this letter.

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

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The Day Everything Changed

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August 10, 2014

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

 THE ESP EXPERIENCES

After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some call these strange experiences ESP or extrasensory perception. I would dream things that would come true and know things that were to happen before they occurred. I have been publishing a series of my experiences here in an effort to communicate how God repeatably warned me of danger through the years of my life. In today’s story, I travel through space and time to gain prior knowledge to a horrible event that about to happen. This event changed world history and is still a topic that is still examined, researched and analyzed to this day. I happened shortly after I graduated from high school.

A DAY OF TRAGEDY

I was still living at home with my mom and dad at the time and was delivering pizzas at night for income. I did not have a car, so I walked to work every day arriving at about four o’clock in the afternoon and then returned back home again around midnight on weeknights and two in the morning on the weekends. One November night while I was walking home alone, I felt a big emptiness inside. It is difficult for me to explain, but I had a guilty feeling down in my gut. I had experienced these feelings before when I did something very wrong to someone but that was not the case here. This was a much larger emptiness than I had ever felt before, it was as if an enormous injustice had been done.

When I arrived home from work that night I was exhausted so I went straight upstairs to my room and went to bed. It was then that a phenomenal experience began to happen to me. As I was dozing off to sleep, I would awake with a start as I sensed that my legs were floating off the bed and into the air. As I was quite concerned about this feeling I sat straight up in bed and touched my hands to my legs to ensure that, yes, they were still there. Rationalizing that this must have been part of a dream I decided to simply ignore the floating sensation and go back to sleep. So, I bedded down a second time, intent on getting some desperately needed sleep and dozed off again, only to wake with a start a second time sensing that my entire body had been lifted two feet above my bed and was floating there. Once again I sat straight up immediately only to find myself in bed as normal once again. I thought to myself, this is crazy, I am extremely tired, most likely coming down with a cold, the flu or something like that. I once again determined to ignore these weird sensations because I needed the sleep. So, when the sensation of floating up off my bed reoccurred I simply ignored it, hoping that it would go away.

paradox

Floating up from my bed.

The sensations did not go away however and my body not only floated up off my bed, but it passed effortlessly through the ceiling and roof of my house as well. From there my ascent continued rapidly up into the sky and I passed through a cloud layer. Eventually, I stopped traveling straight up and started moving in a direction parallel to the earth. I continued on this course for quite some time and as I traveled through the night sky, I could feel the air getting warmer. This meant to me that I must have been traveling south. Then I started descending, and I saw a city full of lights ahead of me. I continued a gradual descent until I arrived at the side of a tall brick building without any visible windows. In addition, I saw streetlights arrayed in a straight line in front of the building and parallel to the curb. Each streetlight was made of metal and they curled over at the top like the hook at the top of a candy cane.

Then, I noticed a woman standing beneath one of the street lights who had her head was down, and who was sobbing uncontrollably. As I hovered above her I watched her and felt great compassion for her grief.

Woman standing under the street lights.

I started to wonder what had gone so wrong that caused her sadness and I wondered if I might be able to help her in some way. Could she hear me if I spoke I wondered? Then I wondered if I could even speak. I deduced that I had nothing to lose and tried to speak but no sound came out. It was as if there was not enough air to speak. For a moment I contemplated abandoning my effort to speak but committed instead to try to use a louder voice. This time it worked as I said to her, “What is wrong lady?” and then watched for a response. She did not respond but kept sobbing as if she did not hear me. Then, I thought perhaps she will indeed, not be able to hear me. Not giving up I spoke once again increasing the volume, “Why are you crying1?”

To my surprise she answered without looking up, “Why, don’t you know? Don’t you know that today they killed the President?”

At that instant, I don’t know how, but I was instantly transported back to my bed. I was sitting straight up once again but this time I was thoroughly soaked in sweat. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought it might explode and I was breathing like I had just run a four-minute mile. I looked around my room only to find that I was still alone in the dark. I sat there for several minutes waiting for my body to cycle back down to normal. I did not know what to think about what had just happened. The thought of the President being killed seemed a very improbable thing to me. I admired President Kennedy, and I believed that he was doing good things for our country, so I guess that his death was not something that I wanted to accept. Once again, I rationalized that although this out of-body experience seemed very realistic it, nevertheless, must have been a bad dream, so I once again went back to sleep.

When I got up the next morning, I still felt out of sorts even though I had slept in because of the hard night. I found myself at home alone as dad was more than likely working, and mom was probably out shopping. I went to the kitchen for some breakfast prior to starting my walk to work. I somehow felt displaced, like I was somewhere that I was not supposed to be. As I walked to work things just did not seem normal. For one thing, it was an overcast and gloomy day and the typically busy street that I walked along had almost no traffic for some reason. Where were all of the cars and people I wondered? It was an unusually quite walk that morning as there were no birds chirping, no horns blowing, things were eerily quite. I wondered if everything had died. Then I had that empty, hollow feeling inside of me again.

When I arrived at the pizza restaurant where I worked I entered through the back door that led to the kitchen. The owner was there watching the television as I entered. He seemed extremely angry and he shouted at me, “Do you know what those crazy people did today?” I thought to myself, “oh no!” For it dawned on me that I certainly did know and being horror stricken, I shouted back, “They killed the President.” His mood turned quizzical and he asked me how I could know this because it had just been announced on television. I just shook my head and did not answer him. I was thinking that I could never explain what had happened to me the prior night.

I do not know why or how this happened to me. Was there something that I could have done to change things? I don’t think so. Perhaps just telling the story is sufficient. Or, perhaps there is more to this than meets the eye. After all, the woman under the street light said, “They killed the president.” Perhaps the experience I had indicated that a coup took place and that an evil organization was now subverting the will of the people to self rule.

I still wonder what was the value for me to know of the assassination in advance. Perhaps it was another warning of impending danger. There are many people who believe that this event was a major turning point in our country, one in which was necessary to change the nature of our democracy and the direction of our country.

Interestingly, I recent viewed a video entitled “Dark Legacy,” which was about President Kennedy, his policies and actions as President as well as the circumstances of his death. In this movie they demonstrate that time and again Mr. Kennedy took actions for peace. As a part of this demonstration they included a clip of a speech that John F. Kennedy gave to the United Nations in 1961. In it he stated that he would seek a treaty with Russia to ban on long range missiles but ultimately his intention was total disarmament of both Russia and the US as well as the elimination of all weapons and all armies from the world. I recommend that you view this film for yourself. You can find it on netflix.com. If you do not have a subscription you can get a free thirty day trial with no obligation.

The point of this is that a diametrically opposite view of world politics was established from the moment of his death. This is clearly demonstrated in the immediate reversal of Kennedy’s initiative to bring home all of our Viet Nam military personnel by 1965 (see http://www.jfklancer.com/NSAM263.html for a copy of the executive order). Orders for a massive troop build up in Viet Nam were initiated within two days of the presidents assassination. It would appear that the military industrial complex had won.

Kennedy had been successful over in the Cuban missile crises but it appears that the military industrial complex may have eliminated the major obstacle to their war agenda. To get an idea of how badly the Joint Chiefs of Staff wanted war, watch the movie Thirteen Days, which documents the course of events surrounding the Cuban missile crises.

We now know that if Kennedy had given in and approved the militarys recommend course of action that our invasionary force, that would have been required to secure the nuclear warheads, would have fallen victim to tactical nuclear weapons on the beach. So in seeking a peaceful solution, President Kennedy may have adverted a massive defeat of the invasion force and possibly a nuclear exchange with the Russians that would have been a result of the escalation of this incident.

So yes, I would say that we lost a lot with the loss of President Kennedy that day in November 1963.  As for me I still view this experience as a warning of danger from God, even to this current day.

Pray for peace!

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God Warns of Danger, Then Protects

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July 22, 2014

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

THE ESP EXPERIENCES

After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some would call these strange experiences ESP or extrasensory perception. For example, I would dream things that would come true and know things that were to happen before they occurred. The following story is one example of the kind of things that I experienced that are of this nature. 

Here is my story for today.

A BRICK WALL

When I was about ten years old, I had a dream in which I came to a red brick wall that blocked my path. In this dream, I became very frustrated searching for a way past the wall but not finding one. I started searching along the base of the wall to my left only to find a dead end. Then, I searched for a way around the right side of the wall only to find another dead end. I contemplated how I might be able to go over the wall, but it was just too tall, and there was nothing to grab on to, so I could not find a way over it either. 

Now if this were an isolated experience, it most likely would have been long forgotten, but I kept redreaming it nighty after night. As if I was in one big loop, continuously searching, for a way past the wall. For months this went on. Most often, the dream sequence would last most of the night, leaving me still trying to find a way to the other side when I awoke. 

This dream was a mystery to me as I had never seen a wall like this one, and I had no idea why it may be relevant to me. My innocents, however, was about to change.

One summer evening, I joined with a group of older neighborhood boys who were gathered just down the street from where I lived. Interestingly, some of these boys were the ones who had a great laugh on me in the boogeyman story. One of the boys had just acquired a used car. In the course of our conversation, he suggested that we all go down to Hastings Street.

I was by far the youngest one there and had no idea what Hastings Street was or why anyone might want to go there. If I had, I would not have gone with them. I found out years later that Hastings street was the black cultural centre of Detroit. It was famous for its bars and restaurants, and Jazz. It could be a dangerous place to be.

For some reason, all the boys all wanted to go, and I trusted their judgment and jumped in the car for what I thought would be a fun time. As we were in route, the driver started to take big gulps from a bottle of Orange Vodka that he had stashed under the driver’s seat. It seemed that in no time at all, he was quite drunk. In fact, by the time we got to Hastings Street, he was a sloppy, goofy drunk.

I was in the back seat between two of the other boys as we cruised very slowly down Hastings Street. I could see large numbers of people on the street, mostly just milling around. There were women in provocative clothes standing on street corners and under streetlights. I was so young that I didn’t know what this meant at the time either. We drove by bars that all had their doors propped open, and we could hear loud blues and jazz music as we slowly passed. I also remember that we passed a police car that had four officers inside. One of the boys said it was the big four, indicating that this part of town required Detroit’s toughest police.

The musician John Lee Hooker on Hasting Street

Then our intoxicated driver starts singing in a loud voice, “Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes.” Then, being very amused with his newly created song, he let go with a loud belly laugh. Then he rolled down his window, hung his head out and sang it again, “Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes,” followed by another belly laugh. I remember being embarrassed at first, but after a while, I started to become quite fearful. This activity seemed to be very stupid for white boys to be doing in a black part of town. 

There seemed to be no way to stop him either. He just kept repeating this song and laughing over and over again even though the other boys were shouting at him to quit and telling him quite emphatically to shut up. When he did not, they threatened him with physical violence if he didn’t stop. 

The car came to a red light, and we stopped for what seemed to be a very long time for me. It was when the light changed, and we had entered the intersection I saw the red brick wall through the windshield. A chill ran down my spine as we attempted a u-turn in the road. The driver was having difficulty in making the turn because of the stick shifter. Halfway through the turning process, I could see men coming from buildings and out of the alleyways. As they came toward us, I could see that they had baseball bats, lumber, and tire irons in their hands. They were coming from several directions.

 

After completing the U-turn, our drunk driver stalled the car. He attempted to restart the vehicle, but it would not start even though it turned over just fine. But the engine began to turn at a slow rate, indicating the battery was getting week. I could see that the groups of angry men were getting closer. Then I thought that it was possible we could all die here, and no one would ever know what happened. Then the distinct smell of gas filled the car indicating that the engine flooded. We had the driver push the accelerator to the floor and listened as the engine turned progressively slower. Suddenly, the clicking sound of the solenoid is all we hear. Meanting the battery lacked power to turn the engine. I then thought that we would all die. But for some unknown reason, the engine suddenly turned one more turn and roared to a full-speed start. Our driver, now seemingly very sober, dropped the shifter down into first gear and we peeled away. 

The angry men were running alongside and behind the car and started slamming the vehicle with their weapons. The sounds of the weapons striking the metal of the car were quite horrific. The car finally started pulling away from the mob, and we drove away safely. 

I am sure that if we had been there just a few more seconds, our fate would have met an unpleasant end. In looking back at this incident, I know that the dream of the brick wall was another warning from God. Also, I believe that the one extra turn of the engine was help from God as well. I know that one isolated case like this one could be a coincidence, but it is not just one case. I was being warned and protected again and again. Just read my previous blogs and look for the ones to come, and you will come to see how God works. 

God bless you and keep you always.

6/21/2020

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PREMONITION OF AN AUTOMOBILE ACCIDENT

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June 28, 2014

A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

THE ESP EXPERIENCES

After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some would call these strange experiences ESP or extrasensory perception. For example, I would dream things that would come true and know things that were about to happen before they occurred. The following story exemplifies the things that fall into this category. In fact, ESP has been discredited by the scientific community, who now state that it does not exist. They fail to realize that foreknowing is not something that is under our control but rather something given to us by God.

Here is my story for today. I was most likely nine or ten years of age when it occurred.

PREMONITION OF AN AUTOMOBILE ACCIDENT

My mom and dad would take us to visit my aunt and her family from time to time, and my sister and I always looked forward to these trips because we got to play with cousins our age.

Their house was about an hour’s drive across town, and we were driving home late one night after one of our visits. I was pretty tired and trying to sleep in the back seat. My head was propped against a padded door handle while my body was on the seat. Just as I began to doze off, I awoke, discerning that another car was about to crash into us at the precise point where my head was resting against the door.

Thinking that I was being ridiculous, I ignored the sensation and, put my head back down and tried to get back to sleep. I experienced the very same feeling several more times before I decided to tell my mother about it. She reaffirmed that I was being silly and recommended that I dismiss these thoughts from my mind and try to go back to sleep. So, I made another attempt to suppress my fear and get some sleep.

But the sensations grew more substantial, and eventually, I could not stop the urge to pull my head away at the very second that another auto came crashing into the side of us where my head had been resting just a second before.

The accident turned out to be minor, and no one was hurt. There was a big dent in the side of our car and some broken glass, but the car was drivable, and we drove it the rest of the way home. 

I wondered what the outcome may have been if I had not pulled my head away at the last second. The jolt of the collision was substantial; I could have sustained a significant injury to my head or neck.

In this case, however, I heeded the warning and made the right choice. Still, I wondered about where these warnings were coming from and why. Looking back at this and all similar life experiences, I can say that these warnings came from God. They were always for my protection, guidance, or, in some cases, saving me through divine intervention.

But I seldom hear about these experiences from others, so they must be very unusual. But are they? How about you? Have you ever had an incident that can not be explained by the laws of science? If so, leave a comment here to tell me and my other readers about what transpired to you. We would love to hear your story.

God bless,

Papa Joe

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A Dream of Being as Strong as Superman Comes True

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June 22, 2014

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

THE ESP EXPERIENCES

After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some would call these strange experiences extrasensory perception (ESP). For example, I would dream things and then they would come true, and know things that were to happen before they occurred. The following story is just one of them. Others will be posted at a later date.

I DREAM THAT I WAS LIKE A SUPERMAN

One night I had a dream that I was standing in the middle of the street and an oncoming car was heading toward me at a high rate of speed. Rather than run out of the way to escape, I braced myself and extended my arms toward the car to absorb the impact. The car ran directly into my outstretched hands and it stopped in its tracks. In my dream, the car was a gray 1940’s model. The hood was v-shaped and formed a rounded point where my hands met the car. I could see my hands against the gray automobile, and I was in awe of what had happened. I remember having the feeling of extreme physical strength. I imagined that this is what Superman must have felt like—knowing that you can muster unmatchable power and that there is nothing that can defeat you. In this dream, I truly felt invincible.

superman stops a car

superman stops a car

A few days later, I was playing with one of my friends who lived down the block. We were flying a saucer toy that he had just received. The saucer sat on top of a handle and would lift off and fly up into the sky when the string was pulled. It was the spinning motion coupled with the fan blades inside the saucer that would create lift that in turn launched the saucer up into the sky. The toy look like the one depicted below:

flying saucer toy

We were having a great time chasing it and trying to catch it before it landed. On the last launch, my friend pulled very hard and the saucer soared high into the air. As it rose above the houses, a strong breeze kicked up and carried it out into the street. Being totally focused on catching the saucer, I started running after it as fast as I could, not paying much attention to where I was going.

My friend’s mother was there and she shouted to me, “Joe, don’t go into the street. Joe, stop!” I remember hearing her words but they seemed faint and very far away. I was in the middle of the street by the time I caught the saucer and it was then that I could clearly hear my friend’s mom screaming for me to come back. I turned and looked up the street and there was the gray car of my dream speeding toward me. There was no time to get out of the way, so I held my arms out in front just like I did in my dream. I could hear the tires squealing in response to the car’s locked brakes. Then the car hit my hands as it slid to a stop. Unlike my dream, it was evident that it was not my power that stopped the car. I realized that I was not all-powerful. The car had knocked me backward even though it just barely touched me. I watched the front of the car rock back and forth in reaction to the sudden stop. I saw my own hands against the hood of the gray car just like in my dream but I stood there trembling as I realized that I had just looked death square in the eye.

My friend’s mother came over screaming at me to listen to her. Somehow her voice grew faint again as I wondered about the dream that had become a reality. How could such a thing be true? Why were the real life events so accurate but lacked the feelings of power and strength that I had in the dream? Something stopped that car, but it was not me.

I did not know what to think about this when it happened. As fast as the car was moving, I was very surprised that it stopped so quickly.Was it possible that something stopped the car that I did not understand? Was it possible that this something also tried to protect me from this circumstance in the first place? Or was it a notice to me that something was here to protect me and nothing could harm or hurt me? Well, being like many young boys, I spent about five minutes thinking about it before I filed it in the back of my mind where it was not thought about again for quite a long time.

Now, taken on its own merits this is a nice story that could be rightly classified as a coincidence. But when things like this happen over and over again, well, you can only come to the conclusion that what happened was far from coincidence. In the end I would have to conclude that it was God protecting me from harm. I plan to post a number of the other incidents so that you can make a decision for yourself. 

 

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Twilight Zone Realities

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July 7, 2010

Twilight Zone Realities

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

In a previous posting (Possess-the-Vision) I communicated that I was going to present a number of spiritual experiences of my life that led to the creation of the Possess the Vision Mission Statement (PTV Mission-Statement.) This is one of them.

When I entered high school I started lifting weights with my friend Kenny. He had a really good set of weights in his basement and I worked out three to four afternoons a week at his house to get into shape.

We liked to talk about things that can not be explained by our physical science. Things like ESP for example. In particular, we loved to talk about the unexplained things that we watched on the television program called, “The Twilight Zone.” We marveled that these incredible stories were touted as renditions of real life experiences. We were fascinated with ESP and wondered how in the heck someone could know of things that were to come in the future.


One day after our workout we thought that it would be great fun to test our own ESP abilities. Our plan was to test our skills by predicting cards that were pulled from a deck of cards at random. So we tested ourselves and determined that I was quite good at predicting the cards that Kenny pulled from the deck. We kept statistics on the number of correct and incorrect answers and the results were that I had a significantly higher prediction rate (about 50%) than could be explained by simple probability rates (about 4%).

So not being satisfied with this, thinking that perhaps this was just some form of luck, we decided to make our tests more difficult. We were using a Pinochle deck, which contains twenty four unique cards in a deck of forty-eight. This meant that each card in the deck had a twin. So for example, there are identical Kings of Clubs and so on.

So, the plan was that Kenny would cut the deck of cards and keep the entire set that he cut in front of him on the table. I would then also cut the deck from the remaining cards, trying to cut the only card that would match the card at the bottom of Kenny’s set. Remarkably, on the very first try we both cut the exact same card. To say the least, this was a very exciting experience. I felt that we had demonstrated a strong connection here.

We did the same thing three more times and wound up cutting matching cards two of the three times. This was remarkable. I remember my heart beating inside my chest as we continued to cut matching cards. I could also see that my friend was getting a little spooked as well. Our success was actually starting to scare us. It was then that my friend proclaimed that we would do the same thing once again, except this time we would call out the card that we would both cut in advance. I said, “Okay, let’s cut the Queen of Spades.” He cut the cards first and kept them face down on the table directly in front of him. Then I cut from the remaining cards and did likewise. Subsequently, we both turned over our cards at the same time. They were both the Queen of Spades. I remember getting an energy spike in my heart that started my chest pounding. My friend was so spooked by what happened that he got up from the table. He was very keyed up, and he proclaimed that he would never again fool around with ESP. He walked toward the entrance to the living room holding his chest, then turned and called me a freak. He turned again and entered the living room. Dismayed, I took that as an invitation to leave, and I did.


I did not see Kenny much after that. I would come to his house to work out at our regular times but he would not be there. The fact was that Kenney did not want to be my friend anymore. I guess that it is one thing to be fascinated by the thought of ESP experiences and quite another to actually experience them.

Of course, all of this leads us back to the question: “How is all of this Possible?” Based upon my own experiences, I believe that there is a spiritual realm that we can tap into because we are in fact all spiritual creatures encapsulated in physical bodies. When we tap into the spiritual realm we can often see the future because there is no time there.

I believe in God and believe that God has certainly communicated too many people in an effort to deliver His message to the rest of us. Certainly, many of these messages were delivered in the spiritual realm. How else can you explain Jean Dixons warnings to JFK prior to the assassination?  Or even my own JFK experience that I conveyed in “The-Day-Everything-Changed,” posting? These occurrences are not all that rare, although most people decline to talk about them much because of the backlash. The messages come from the spiritual realm in which God exists. They come to help us by warning us of danger or redirecting our path (see Premonition-of-an-Automobile-Accident and My-Encounter-with-a-Brick-Wall.)

So why does it work for seemingly trivial things like predicting a card to be cut from a deck? I’m not sure. One thing I do know is that just like many of my other experiences my path was changed that day. I lost a friend and my life was changed as a result. Was this for my protection? I can’t say. My message to you is to pay attention to the messages that come your way. Seek them out. Pray to be enlightened in the things of God.

If you would like to view any of the past postings on this topic, please feel free to use the following hyperlinks:

Possess-the-Vision

Dad-Comes-Home

Take-a-Leap-of-Faith

The-Meaning-of-Choice

Seeing-the-Devil-at-a-Young-Age

I-Dream-that-i-was-Like-Superman

Premonition-of-an-Automobile-Accident

My-Encounter-with-a-Brick-Wall

The-Day-Everything-Changed

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The Day Everything Changed

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June 15, 2010

The Day Everything Changed

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

Something really extraordinary happened to me just after I graduated from high school. At the time, I was still living at home and was delivering pizzas at night for a living. I did not have a car, so I walked to work every afternoon and then walked back in the early morning hours. While walking home one November night I felt a immense emptiness inside. It is difficult to explain, but it was a guilty feeling down in my gut. I had experienced these feelings before but only when I did something dreadfully wrong to someone. That was not the case here. It felt like I had a large emptiness inside of me, one larger than I had ever felt before. I had a sense that an enormous injustice had been done.

I arrived home exhausted that night and went straight upstairs to bed. It all started as I was dozing off to sleep when, I awoke with an impression that my legs were floating off the bed. I was startled by this awareness and so I sat up in bed and then touched my legs to ensure that, yes, they were still there. I rationalized that I must have been dreaming and decided to ignore it and go back to sleep. So I bedded down a second time, very intent on getting some desperately needed sleep.

I dozed off again, only to be woken by the consciousness that my entire body was floating above my bed. I sat up immediately only to find myself in bed as I should have been. I thought this is crazy; there must be some rational explanation to all of this. Let’s see, I’m extremely tired, and probably coming down with a cold or flu. So once again, I decided to ignore these weird sensations and get some badly needed sleep.

I made a third attempt, but this time when the floating sensation started up, I just ignored it, hoping that it would go away. But, it did not go away. My body floated up off my bed and then passed through the roof of the house as well. My ascent continued rapidly into the sky and passed through a cloud layer. Eventually, I stopped traveling straight up and started moving in a direction parallel to the earth. I continued on this course for quite some time. As I traveled through the night sky, I felt the air getting warmer. This meant to me that I must have been traveling south.

Then I started descending, and I saw a city full of lights ahead of me. I continued my gradual descent until I arrived at the side of a tall brick building. It had no windows that I could see from my perspective. In addition, I saw streetlights arrayed in a straight line in front of the building and parallel to the curb. Each streetlight was made of metal and curled over at the top. They were similar in shape to a candy cane.

Next, I saw a woman standing beneath one of the street lights. Her head was down, and she was sobbing uncontrollably. As I hovered above her I watched her and I felt a great compassion for this grieving person. I started to wonder what why she was crying and if I might be able to help her in some way. I also wondered if she would hear me if I spoke. Then for some reason, I wondered if I had the ability to speak. I finally decided that I had nothing to lose and gave it a try but nothing came out. It was as if there was not enough air. I contemplated abandoning my effort to speak but decided instead to try in a louder voice. I said to her, “What is wrong lady?” and watched. She did not respond but kept sobbing as though she did not hear me. Then, I thought perhaps I was right; she will not be able to hear me. I tried again anyway, this time speaking in an even louder voice, “Why are you crying?”

To my surprise she answered without looking up, “Why, don’t you know? Don’t you know that today they killed the president?” At that instant, I was transported back to my bed. I was sitting straight up and was thoroughly soaked in sweat. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought it might explode. I was breathing like I had just run a four-minute mile. I looked around my room only to find that I was alone in the dark. I sat there for several minutes waiting for my body to wind back down to normal.

I did not know what to think about this encounter. The thought of the president being killed seemed to me a very improbable thing. I admired President Kennedy, and I believed that he was doing good things for our country. So, I guess that this was something that I did not want to accept. Once again, I rationalized that although this out of body experience seemed very realistic it, nevertheless, must have been a bad dream and so, I went back to sleep.

When I got up the next morning, I still felt weird. I found myself at home alone. Dad was more than likely working, and mom was probably out shopping. I went to the kitchen for some food and eventually, I started my walk to work. But I felt displaced, like I was somewhere I was not supposed to be. Things just did not seem normal. For one thing, it was an overcast and gloomy day. In addition, the typically busy street I walked along had very little traffic. Where were all of the cars and people? Additionally, there were no sounds along the way; no birds chirping, no horns sounding, no wind blowing. There was nothing. I wondered if everything had died. Then I experienced that empty, hollow feeling inside of me again.

When I arrived at the pizza place I entered through the back door that led to the kitchen. The owner was there watching television as I entered the room. He seemed extremely angry as he shouted at me, “Do you know what those crazy people did today?” I thought to myself, oh no! It dawned on me that I certainly did know. Being horror stricken, I muttered, “They killed the president.” His mood turned quizzical and He asked me how I could have known this as it had just been announced on television. I just shook my head and did not answer him. I was sure that I could not adequately explain how I knew.

I do not know why or how this happened to me. Was there something that I could have done to change things? I don’t think so. Perhaps just telling the story is sufficient. Or, perhaps there is more to this than meets the eye. After all, the woman under the street light said, “They killed the president.”

To this day I believe that the American people have been deceived by our government about many things that went on during this time.

This incident was different that the others I communicated in this blog in that the others seemed to be a warning to me of impending danger and in this case the danger would seem to be better directed toward JFK. But perhaps there was a message there for all of us. Perhaps this experience is another warning of an attack of the forces of evil in our government. Perhaps the assignation of JFK was just the first of many actions to take control of our government.

One thing is for sure is dramatic changes to our national direction transpired in a very short time after JFK was gone. The Viet Nam war was initiated based on a false report of our ships being attacked by the North Vietnamese in the Gulf of Tonkin. Our country was thrust into war almost immediately and Fifty Six thousand of my generation died.

JFK’s orders to break up the CIA were revoked and since that time the CIA has grown in strength, assassinating government leaders and causing trouble almost everywhere. Arming people and providing them training in warfare, they have successfully created enemies of the United States on several occasions. Ever hear of the Viet Cong or Al Qeada? Yep, the CIA created both organizations. The CIA is an organization that has to create tensions; otherwise they go out of business.

The Federal Reserve banks won back the ability to pint money out of thin air and loan it to our government. This was different from the Kennedy policy, which was to print money as treasury notes back by silver, rather than by the Federal Reserve, backed by debit.

So the big winners were the military industrial complex, the CIA and the big banks, just to name a few. I now believe that this evil has spread through out our government and across the world. I recommendation is this, take action America. Save your democracy and freedoms while you still can.

In the meantime, if you would like to catch up on the prior postings of this series please use the following links:

Possess-the-Vision

Dad-Comes-Home

Take-a-Leap-of-Faith

The-Meaning-of-Choice

Seeing-the-Devil-at-a-Young-Age

I-Dream-that-i-was-Like-Superman

Premonition-of-an-Automobile-Accident

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My Encounter with a Brick Wall

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June 9, 2010

My Encounter with a Brick Wall

In my previous posting (Possess-the-Vision) I communicated that I was going to present the spiritual experiences of my life that led to the creation of the Possess the Vision Mission Statement (PTV Mission-Statement.)

The experience I am about to communicate to you took place while I was in grade school. It will prove to be quite unbelievable to most people, and to be perfectly honest, would have been disregarded by me as well if it were not for all of the other unexplained spiritual experiences of my life. It is the story of a warning that comes from God in the form of a dream and then is followed up by an intervention from God.

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

Prior to becoming a teenager I had a series of experiences that were quite unusual. It all started when I had a dream that I came to a brick wall that blocked my path. In the dream I tried to get past the wall in many different ways but was unable to do so.

In my dream I found myself continuously searching for a way that would get me past this obstacle. For example, I would search for a way through the wall by looking for holes or week spots. Not find any I would then search for a way around the wall but only found impassable dead ends. After that I searched along the base of the wall only to find no way under it. Next, I contemplated how I might be able to go over the wall, but I could not manage it. Once I had tried all of the possible ways to pass by the wall, I would start back at the beginning and complete the cycle of searches over again. I just kept searching and searching, over and over again without success. Even worse I had this dream several times over the course of several months. Frequently, the dream would last through the night, ending when I awoke still trying to find a way to the other side.

One evening I joined up with some of the kids in the neighborhood who were hanging out down the street. Interestingly, some of these kids were the ones who had the great laugh on me in the bogeyman story (Seeing-the-Devil-at-a-Young-Age). An addition was that one of the boys had an older brother present. We were standing around and talking when the older brother suggested that we all go down to Hastings Street.

I was by far the youngest and had no idea what Hastings Street was or why anyone might want to go there. Much later in life I found out that it was one of the highest crime areas in Detroit. It was a black section of town in which anything and everything was happening. The other boys all wanted to go, so I jumped in the older brother’s car for what I thought would be a nice ride.

As we drove along, the older brother started to take big gulps from a bottle of flavored vodka that he had stashed under the driver’s seat. It seemed that in no time at all he was quite drunk. In fact, by the time we got to Hastings Street he was a sloppy, goofy drunk and way out of control.

I was in the back seat sandwiched between two of the other boys as we cruised very slowly down Hastings Street. Looking out through the car windows I saw large groups of people walking and seemingly just hanging out on the street. There were women in fancy clothes standing on the street corners and under streetlights. There were bars with their doors propped open that spewed out the loud music being played inside.

For some reason our totally intoxicated driver started to sing in a very loud voice, “Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes.” Being very amused with himself, he followed his newly created song with a loud belly laugh. Then he rolled down his window, hung his head out and sang as loudly as he could, “Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes,” and again he followed up with another belly laugh.

I remember being embarrassed at first. But after a few renditions, I started to become quite concerned because of the inappropriateness of this activity, especially in this neighborhood.

To make things worse we couldn’t get him to stop. He just kept repeating his homemade song and laughing again and again. Now the other boys started shouting at him and telling him to shut up but he ignored their comments and continued. Then they threatened him with violence and promised that they would collectively jump on him and beat the crap out of him if he didn’t stop. No response. Then they actually started slapping him on the head when we came to the stoplight.

The light was red and we were nervously waiting for it to change to green so that we could start moving again. When the light changed and we had crossed the intersection I gasped at what I saw through the windshield. A chill went down my spine as the car slowed down because of the red brick wall that crossed the entire roadway. It was the wall I saw in my dream.

There was obviously no way around it on Hastings Street either, so we initiated a u-turn. But our inebriated driver was having difficulty making the turn. As we were about halfway through the turn I could see men coming out from between the buildings and out of the alleys in front of the wall. They were carrying weapons in their hands, baseball bats, lumber, and tire irons. As I looked around I could see that they were coming at us from several directions.

In the meantime, our drunk driver stalled the car after having turned it back toward the light. He tried restarting but the engine did not start. It turned over and over again, but did not start. I looked and the men were getting closer. The groaning sound of the car’s starter was now slowing down as it became obvious that the battery was rapidly losing power.

When I thought that it would stop turning over altogether I noticed that groups of angry men were getting much closer. It was then that a horrible thought came to me—it was possible we could all die here and no one would ever know what happened. Just when I was about to give up hope, and seemingly on its last turn of the engine, the car fired up. The engine was now roaring, apparently due to the accelerator being floored.  Our driver now seemed very sober, dropped the shifter down into first gear and we peeled away. But by now the angry men were now running alongside and behind the car. I watched them just a few feet away slamming the car with their bats, two by fours and tire irons. The sounds of these weapons hitting the sheet metal of the car were horrific. We finally started to pick up speed and pull away from the angry mob that chased us down the street. I am sure that if we had been there just a few more seconds, our fate may have met a quite different ending.

In looking back at this incident, I know that the dream of the brick wall was another warning from God. But then just exactly what could I have done? I did not have to get into the car but then how was I to know that it would lead me to the brick wall? There is no way that I could have known!

Perhaps it was God’s way of letting me know that He was there watching over me and protecting me from harm. Let’s think this through for a moment. If there was no dream, then I would just be one of six lucky guys who escaped from a potentially horrific circumstance that they got themselves into. But because there was dream, (in fact a series of persistent dreams), means two very important things. First, that a force greater than I knew that this event was about to happen. And second, that this force was able to change the circumstances that may have led to an ill faded outcome. If that were not the case then we would not have been in danger and therefore there would be no reason for the dream at all.

But there is a bigger message as well. I believe that the brick wall that crossed by path had a bigger message. I believe that the road way represented my life and that the brick wall represented its premature ending. My search for a way around the wall was a reflection of my will to live. Therefore, the message is clear. The forces of evil are planning to abort your life. Although I did not know it at the time, it was an attack of spiritual warfare. This was the second time I had looked death in the eyes (see I-Dream-that-i-was-Like-Superman)and it would prove not to be the last. The next attempt will leave no doubt as to what was going on. We will tell you about it in one of our future postings.

In the meantime, If you would like to catch up on the prior postings of this series please use the following links:

Possess-the-Vision

Dad-Comes-Home

Take-a-Leap-of-Faith

The-Meaning-of-Choice

Seeing-the-Devil-at-a-Young-Age

I-Dream-that-i-was-Like-Superman

Premonition-of-an-Automobile-Accident

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PREMONITION OF AN AUTOMOBILE ACCIDENT

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June 4, 2010

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

PREMONITION OF AN AUTOMOBILE ACCIDENT

In my previous posting (Possess-the-Vision) I communicated that I was going to present the spiritual experiences of my life that led to the creation of the Possess the Vision Mission Statement (PTV Mission-Statement.)

The experience I am about to communicate to you took place while I was in grade school. It will prove to be quite unbelievable to most people, and to be perfectly honest, would have been disregarded by me as well if it were not for all of the other unexplained spiritual experiences of my life. It is the story of a warning that comes from God in the form of a dream and then is followed up by an intervention from God.

My mom and dad would take us to visit my aunt’s family from time to time. We looked forward to these trips because we got to play with cousins our age.

Their house was about an hour’s drive across town and we were driving home late one night after one of our visits. I was tired and was trying to get some sleep in the back seat of our car. I had my head propped up against the interior wall on the driver’s side when I started to doze off. Then suddenly, I quickly awoke with a start sensing that another car was about to crash into us at the precise point where my head was resting.

Thinking about my feeling for a moment brought me to the conclusion that I was just imagining things and so I ignored the sensation and tried to get back to sleep.

But when I did I found that the experienced just kept happening over and over again and so I told my mother about it. She reaffirmed that I was in fact just imagining things and recommended that I dismiss these thoughts from my mind and try to go back to sleep.


So, I made another attempt to suppress my fear and get some sleep but the fact was that the sensation of an impending crash became very strong again and I could not help but pull my head away from the side of the car. This time the result was different however, as an auto came crashing into our car exactly at the point where my head had been resting just a second before. The accident turned out to be minor, and thankfully no one was hurt.

Still, I had to wonder about what the outcome may have been if I had not pulled my head away at the last second. The jolt of the collision was substantial so who knows what had been avoided. I suppose I could have sustained major injury to my head or neck, or perhaps even worse.

In this case, I heeded the warning and made the right choice. Still, at the time I can remember about wondering about where these warnings were coming from and why.

Just to make things clear, I now know that these were warnings from God who was protecting me from harm. I know that each of us is born with a purpose and that the devil will try to abort that purpose in any one of a multitude of ways. So please pay attention to these messages from God and act on them. Your immortal life may depend on it.

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