Category: spirtual warfare



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

POINTS FOR REFLECTION

I understand that the experiences I shared about the Spiritual Warfare Over Me are foreign to most. If you care to read or review any of them, use the links below:

MY DAY OF DEATH

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

I also understand that the above chronicles must be authenticated by Biblical scriptures. Therefore, I have performed the necessary research to achieve scriptural validation of what I experienced and present the findings to you below. In examining this material, you may find, like I did, a real glimpse into the reality of the spiritual realm I experienced. 

A CORRELATION TO THE REVELATION OF JESUS CHRIST

The experiences of that night and beyond terrified me. Most people would believe you were crazy for talking about the things I experienced. I know because I tried a couple of times. Therefore, I wanted to avoid thinking about what happened, let alone tell anyone about my Entering The Spiritual Realm. It wasn’t until years later, after becoming born-again, that I really began to understand what God had done for me. He showed me what exists on the other side of this reality, in the spiritual realm, and how my actions on earth would determine my spiritual destiny. God loved me enough to give me a second opportunity to make the right choices, which changed my fate. I did not deserve this second chance, but He gave it out of His love for me. I knew that if He did this much for me when I did not deserve it, He would do even more to bless me when I made the changes I promised before Him on the Judgment Seat. Upon returning to my everyday life, however, I experienced a continual bombardment of spiritual attacks that eventually led me to surrender and declare Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior and to do whatever He wanted. The changes to my life after that surrender were immediate. The next day, God showed me a vision of the New Earth coming into existence because Jesus had filled its core with His presence (A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS). God placed favor into my soul. He removed me from a poor job situation with an early-out package that put cash in my pocket.

Then, before I accepted, an unsolicited job offer came my way. I then took the early out package and the new job offer and moved across the country to where He wanted me to go. Once there, we were immediately led to a church that God wanted us to attend. It was our training ground, and I grew closer to Him than I imagined. Blessings and gifts followed, and I began reading the Bible daily and gained new insights into my spiritual encounters. The following sections represent the fruits of my Bible study, and this information helped me understand that what I experienced was not just a bad dream. It was all recorded in the Bible.

PROOF OF THE LAKE OF FIRE

The orange plasma that I reported swimming in (see SWIMMING IN THE LAKE OF FIRE AND BRIMSTONE) is mentioned in the book of Revelation as the eternal destination of Satan, the beast, the false prophet, death, Hades, and everyone whose name is not written in the Book of Life.

Revelation 20:10 The devil, who deceived them, was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone where the beast and the false prophet are. And they will be tormented day and night forever and ever.

Revelation 20:14-15 Then Death and Hades were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death. 15 And anyone not found written in the Book of Life was cast into the lake of fire.

THE JUDGMENT OF WORKS AND THE OPENED BOOKS

In my spiritual experience, I stood in a gray place while being judged (Standing On The Seat Of Judgment Before God). I heard the voices of the spirits that searched for records of my good works. I also experienced the pain I had caused others as the sins of my life passed before me. 

The Judgment Seat of Christ

Is there a reference to being judged in the Bible? Are records kept assisting in the judgment? The answer to both of these questions is yes. Everyone will be judged by their works: 

Revelation 20:11 – 13 Then I saw a great white throne and Him who sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away. And there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great standing before God, and books were opened. And another book was opened, which is the Book of Life. And the dead were judged according to their works, by the things, which were written in the books. The sea gave up the dead who were in it, and Death and Hades delivered up the dead who were in them. And they were judged, each one according to his works.

THE SECOND DEATH

Since only truth existed in the place of my reflection, I somehow understood that the pending judgment before me was regarding the second death. On earth, I did not know that such a thing existed. Is there evidence of the second death in the Bible? Yes, again, it is explained in the continuation of the passage above. The second death is the end of hell and death. The result is to be the total elimination of evil. There will also be the elimination of death, pain, and tears. Sadly, however, there will be no more chances for repentance as only those whose name is in the Book of Life will remain:

Revelation 20:14 – 15 Then Death and Hades were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death. And anyone not found written in the Book of Life was cast into the lake of fire.

THE SAVIOR

On that night, I swam in the lake of fire and brimstone and later walked in the halls of Hell where I faced the beast IN HELL – CONFRONTED BY THE DEVIL. I knew there was no escape from these places, so how did I get out? I also sustained the reality of the second death, but who has power over death, to let live or let die? The answer is Jesus! The following words from the book of Revelation are the words of the resurrected Jesus: 

Jesus “The Way, the Truth and the Life,” Rises from the Dead

Revelation 1:18 I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore. Amen. And I have the keys of hades and of death.

THE JUDGE

In my remembrance, I stood while being judged. To whom do I owe my redemption? Who sits on the throne of judgment? 

Revelation 7:10 And crying out with a loud voice, saying, Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb!

I was also returned to this life that day despite my sin-stained garments. Who has the power to forgive sin?

Mark 2:10 – 11 But that you may know that the Son of Man has power on earth to forgive sins; He said to the paralytic, I say to you, arise, take up your bed, and go to your house.

I stood in a place where only truth existed and was asked, “Why should you live?” But who will judge the living and the dead?

2 Timothy 4:1  I charge you, therefore, before God and the Lord Jesus Christ, who will judge the living and the dead at His appearing and His kingdom. 

The answer is that Jesus, the Christ of Nazareth, is our Lord and Savior. Even though I had made poor choices, Jesus covered me with His blood and kept me from a second death I rightfully deserved.

Jesus Sheds His Blood on the Cross

My story provides insight into the meaning of our lives because it accurately describes the consequences of our poor choices. I had made the poor choice of disbelieving in the devil’s existence When You Disbelieve The Devil’s Existence…, but God revealed the truth to me. The truth is that the devil, hell, the lake of fire and brimstone, the judgment, and the second death are the consequences of poor life choices. God, Jesus, heaven, and life everlasting are the consequences of our faith in Jesus Christ, the son of God. 

A CORRELATION WITH PSALM 30

As you know from reading the eight postings listed at the top of this journal, I entered the emergency room of a major hospital on November 7, 1986, believing that all would be well soon, not knowing that MY DAY OF DEATH was knocking at my door. Nor did I know that God would miraculously deliver me from a long string of attacks and calamities. 

Psalm 30, a psalm of David, in some ways correlates to my experience. In this psalm, David honors God for saving him from his foe, healing him, delivering him from the grave, and saving him from being cast into the pit (MY JOURNEY TO SPIRITUAL GOLGOTHA). My experience shows that God also did these things for me; therein lies the correlation. Let us start by reading a portion of Psalm 30.

Psalm 30: 1-5 I will extol You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up, and have not let my foes rejoice over me. O LORD my God, I cried out to You, and you healed me. O LORD, You brought my soul up from the grave; You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. Sing praise to the LORD, you saints of His, and give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name. For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. 

Let us honor God for His great mercy and love! I completely relate Davids’s message in Psalm 30. I even modified it and made it my personal prayer of thanksgiving for all my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, has done for me. I present this personal version here, so please read along with me in thanksgiving and praise:

I will exalt You, Oh Lord, for You have lifted me up and have not let my enemy, the devil, rejoice in victory over me. Oh Lord, my God, I have cried out to You, and You have healed me from a great affliction of which there was seemingly no hope. Oh Lord, you have lifted my soul from the grave of death and saved me from an eternal damnation, I truly deserve. You have kept me alive and spared me from the fate of the Lake of Fire and Brimstone and the everlasting torture and agony of the second death. Sing praises to the Lord, you saints of His, and give thanks to the remembrance of His holy name; His name is JESUS, THE CHRIST OF NAZARETH. For His anger is but for a moment, but His favor is forever. Oh, weeping and sorrow may endure for a night, but joy everlasting comes in the morning, and a new life begins. 

May all of God’s blessings be upon you and yours! Papa Joe.

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

This posting is one of several chronicling what happened after I began disbelieving the devil’s existence. Theses postings convey just how spiritual warfare can be a warning all who hold such a belief. You can read my previous post here, MY DAY OF DEATH, as it is a lead-in to this material.


A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

In my preceding post, I wrote about how God transported me from the Pit of Fire and Brimstone into Hell to face the devil and experience his absolute hatred for me. I watched this beast in horror as he violently tried to attack me, but God had fastened his feet to the ground, keeping me just out of his reach. 

In this experience, just like so many before, God protected me from harm. In this circumstance, I was instantly transferred to another place, leaving Satan in a rage, trying to break his restraints and harm me. This experience certainly changed my disbelief in the devil’s existence, a belief that likely was at the center of these spiritual experiences. 

Now that God had revealed these spiritual truths to me, I was again transported from there to the Judgement Seat of the Lord. 

My prior postings can be found here: 

The Place Of Judgment

The Judgment Seat of Christ

I arrived in a tranquil fog that mysteriously had no dampness. The mist engulfed me, so all I could see was gray. I pondered my recent experiences (see the links above). I felt fortunate to be in a peaceful, calming place like this one. All of this abruptly changed as I began to re-live the iniquities of my life but in a much more vivid way than when I lived them. Once again, I experienced the feelings, emotions, and perceptions of the individuals I had infringed upon, and it humiliated and humbled me. All of these experiences occurred concurrently and instantaneously.


Suddenly, I heard a voice coming through the fog. It was a mature, comforting voice, one that projected love. It emitted a confidence that lured me toward it. It was firm and yet unintimidating and had a flawless tempo. Its power, phrasing, and diction were exact, yet the voice transmitted a sense of caring and consideration. I perceived all this from just the four stunning words He spoke.


I remember thinking, how did I discern all this from just four words? After all, it was a straightforward question, yet so profound that it cut to my heart. The inquiry had shocked me, and its implications hit home like a sledgehammer. “Why should you live?” is all the voice said without expression of judgment or wrath. Therefore, there were no clues as to what an acceptable response was. The ramifications of the question devastated me as I began recognizing that my answer would likely determine my fate. There must be a correct answer; otherwise, why ask the question I thought? Frantically, I searched for justifications for my behavior.

Then, another understanding came out of the blue (the truth kept arriving when I needed it,) rocking me even more. I realized this place has no lies; only the truth exists. Lies do not exist here because the one who asked the question knows the truth, and every soul there has access to this truth. Soon, yet another truth smacked me into turmoil. The query pertained to more than just mortal life and death on Earth. The inquiry is about living eternally, either in paradise or in the Lake of Fire and Brimstone, the second death (see the links above.) I then began to comprehend the consequence and gravity of the question. Death forever! Agony, torture, and suffering in the Lake of Fire for eternity. Everlasting torment at the hand of Satan. Then that “oh, no” emotion swam over me in a deluge, you know, that remorseful sensation you get in your gut when your actions have severely hurt someone.

The Book of Life

Then I heard a commotion from behind the One who asked the question, and another voice declared, “What about good works?” I then heard more rustling and commotion, and abruptly, the disruption stopped, and a third voice said, “There are none.” I stood there stunned and wondered how this could be since I knew I had done good works? Then, another truth entered my mind. Even my good deeds were done for the wrong reasons.

I understood that the focus was back on me to answer the question, and I became desperate to find a suitable reply. I knew I had to say something, so I blamed others and waited for a response, but I received only silence. Then, I conceded that I should not try to blame others for my bad choices, and I yielded, telling God that I would change and asked for His help.

That was the last thing I recall about being before the judgment seat of God. My next memory would be stirring in the ICU the following morning. I had survived the night by the mercy of God because I surrendered and promised to do better.

Yes, it happened again; God guided and protected me, just like I reported in many other postings. This time, however, it is evident that the one who saved me had the power to rescue me from the greatest misfortune of all: hell and the second death. You would think that by this time, there would be no mistaking who was watching out for me, but regrettably, I was still blind. I saw these Judgment Day experiences as one terrifying dream, and so I moved my rememberings of that night to a remote place in my brain and moved on.

But the devil was not done with me; fortunately, neither was God. The spiritual battle over me would continue for years. In subsequent postings, I will tell of the continuous setbacks I suffered in the ICU, the hospital, on home care, and at work until, eventually, I surrendered and once again turned back to God. Miraculously, after years of tumult, this surrender was immediately followed by the Vision from God (A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS), which became a substantial focus of this website. Soon after receiving this vision, God changed everything in my life. He did this to lead me to a place where I could learn more about Him and how His Spirit operates in the world. This is the help that I asked Him for. All these things and more would become the heart of Possess the Vision.

My next posting will take over where this one left off, communicating my experiences in the ICU. You can find it by following this link: BACK FROM DEATH

With much love from Papajoe, and remember to…

A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day


A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

In my last posting, I recounted my experience in the Lake of Fire and Brimstone and my anguish there. You can read about this experience by clicking this link: MY JOURNEY TO SPIRITUAL GOLGOTHA and SWIMMING IN THE LAKE OF FIRE AND BRIMSTONE.

TRANSPORTED TO HELL

A spiritual force transported me from the Lake of Fire to an empty cave containing blackened, semi-smooth rock surfaces burning red in various places. The walls contained numerous large fissures that periodically emitted fire and repulsive sulfuric-smelling steam. I presumed these conditions to be like those near the earth’s core. I immediately began searching for a way out by walking down a passageway through the flames and smoke. 

THE BEAST

Suddenly, a giant beast appeared before me, obstructing my way forward. This repulsive-looking ten-foot-tall monster had the body build of a hefty man. Its enormous arms and legs were broader than my torso, and its muscles bulged like those of a world-class bodybuilder. Its skin was predominantly darkish brown with traces of black sprinkled in, and its texture resembled scorched leather, toughened in the fire and heat of this place. This leathered skin contained numerous sharp thorns of various sizes across its entire body. I noticed that the more prominent thorns also included numerous smaller thorns. These rose-shaped thorns appeared very sharp and likely cut to shreds anyone who battled this monster. 

I examined the face of the creature and saw its red eyes glaring back at me, and I felt its immense detestation for me. The form of its skull sloped backward like that of a Raptor. I mysteriously understood that this beast was the master of this place and that there was no way for me to defeat it, at least not in this place where it rules. We stood there, staring at each other for a moment. Once again, I felt this beast’s unimaginable detestation and disgust toward me. It hated me with a prejudice I had never suspected possible, with perfect malice. I then comprehended that it saw me as revolting, disgusting, and repulsive. My words can not adequately articulate the depth, completeness, and hostility this monster had for me. 

Recognizing the gravity of my circumstances, I tried to turn and run but soon discovered that God had fastened my feet to the ground. The beast then attempted several roundhouse punches at me. Still, luckily, as it strained to move toward me, it also discovered its feet were also attached to the floor. Without this constraint, this monster would have ruled over me in hell. It would torment me and receive sadistic pleasure in my suffering. 

  • All these thoughts and emotions are genuine because God somehow transferred them into my brain. Then, as established in my prior postings, I was instantly transported to another place-the place of judgment: STANDING ON THE SEAT OF JUDGMENT BEFORE GOD

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A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

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

You can read my prior posting here: Entering The Spiritual Realm.

As we ended that posting, I lay in an ICU bed, slowly passing into unconsciousness. I then left my physical body and found myself in a transparent vessel in the vastness of space. The craft began moving slowly through space and time, and I could hear the conversations in the life I would have lived as I departed. This piece picks up at that juncture and reveals my voyage to spiritual Golgotha and beyond.

The Journey Begins

As I gradually accelerated, I began looking around. I noticed the illumination of a slightly larger object in the infinite sea of stars all around. As the ship progressed, I saw that this object was not perfectly spherical like the others, although I couldn’t quite recognize it.

Then, suddenly, a repulsive stench arrived. This smell was faint at first, and I found myself sniffing to recognize it. But when the full intensity of that putrifying odor fell on me, it hit like a massive swell crashing onto the shore. I gagged and became nauseous as the stench of decaying human flesh sickened me.

Soon after, I began hearing soft but unrecognizable melodic sounds. I noticed, however, that they gradually intensified as I approached the strange object before me. Then, a chill ran through me as I recognized the sounds to be the voices of a myriad of souls, simultaneously wailing in torment. This perpetual melody of desperate despair and suffering evoked a heartbreaking feeling.

I glanced up to check my position and observed that I was approaching this now much larger-looking white object in space. I also noticed that I was now traversing forward in the shape of sine waves or s-shaped curves, growing more prominent as I approached the entity before me. I then reconfirmed that I was on a course heading toward this irregularly shaped object and noticed that the putrified stench and wailing sounds were emanating from within it. 

Eventually, I saw what I wish I had not: the object before me was a gigantic human skull hovering in space. It was not just the bare skeletal structure but rather had pieces of muscle and hair in various places and, in general, severely decayed. Most of its skin was missing, often exposing underlying muscle and ligament in areas. The jaw contained only a few teeth but exhibited a wicked smirk. The right eyeball was missing, and the stench and the wailing emanated from this empty cavity.

Skull_by_JKrushal
Skull_by_JKrushal

The closer I came to this skull of death, the more I became astonished at its enormous size. My sine wave flight path now swung me from one edge of the skull to the other, and before I knew it, all I could see before me was the skull. Yet, I proceeded onward, and soon, all I could see was the empty eye socket before me. I then realized my total insignificance relative to its enormousness. Nevertheless, I continued advancing by entering the empty eye socket, which engulfed me. Once inside, I gained a close-up view of the remnants of the ligaments and muscles of the eye socket. Yet, I proceeded onward, moving into total darkness and eventually passing through an invisible passageway. My voyage appeared over, and I wondered what might lie ahead.

More horrors lie ahead! Read my next posting about my swim in the Lake of Fire and Brimstone: INSIDE THE LAKE OF FIRE – THE SECOND DEATH. But also …

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS


A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

In my earlier postings (When You Disbelieve The Devil’s Existence…, and THE INTENSIVE CARE UNIT AND THE INITIAL PROGNOSIS,) I shared an experience of how I suffered a spiritual attack that sent me to an Intensive Care Unit (ICU) where I was examined by three doctors who agreed that I had pancreatitis that threatened my life. Unable to do anything more than treat the pain, they left me there to see if I would make it through the night.

LEAVING MY BODY BEHIND
After dosing off to sleep, I experienced a near-death out-of-body experience. In it, I found myself seated in a transparent spaceship, hovering in the blackness of space with the radiance of billions of stars around me.

I knew the ship was solid because I could feel my buttocks and crossed legs on it. I was also obtaining information relevant to my circumstances. In this case, I knew I had left my body and was about to travel through space and time. Mysteriously, I also learned I had a transparent dome above me, shielding me from outside conditions while allowing me to see in every direction.

I soon detected the first sensation of the ship’s movement, starting slowly forward and then gradually accelerating. As I passed, I began to hear conversations and stretches of people’s voices. One remark after another in succession, as if I were slowly driving a car past an unbroken line of people, all engaged in dialogue.

Initially, I would hear complete sentences, but as I accelerated, the words came in faster, were higher-pitched, and less recognizable. Soon, there were very few recognizable words, and eventually, none. Words sounded like a 33 RPM record played at a 78 RPM speed. As the acceleration continued, the sounds transformed into something like Morse code and ultimately into a squelch that an old-time radio makes when the tuner rapidly shifts across a wide range of stations. I felt I was passing by the voices of my life’s future conversations as my ship traveled through time. I believed they were the voices of a future I would not have. Suddenly, these sounds just stopped, and I remember thinking that I would have had a very long life if I had lived.

With the sounds of voices now behind me, I focused on trying to determine my location. Initially, all I saw were the stars and the blackness of space around me, but I soon noticed that I was zigzagging back and forth through space. Like a sine wave, the ship advanced in S-shaped curves, veering to the left and then curving to the right. Back and forth I went while maintaining one precise heading forward. Where was I going, I wondered.

Find out in my next posting: MY JOURNEY TO SPIRITUAL GOLGOTHA.

The New Earth On The First Day As The Lord Rises

A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS


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

This posting is one of several chronicling what happened when I began disbelieving the devil’s existence. They convey just how physical and spiritual warfare can be and warn all who hold such a belief. You can read my previous post here, MY DAY OF DEATH, as it is a lead-in to this material. 

THE INTENSIVE CARE UNIT AND THE INITIAL PROGNOSIS

I staggered into the emergency room (ER), unable to stand erect, clutching my abdomen in pain. Being irritable from my physical disorder, I rudely demanded immediate attention at the admissions window. In response, however, the nurse handed me several forms to fill out and requested my proof of insurance. All this procedural stuff took so long that I wondered if I would receive treatment in time. I then felt the urge to vomit again, as I did several times at the concert, and hurried to the lavatory on the other side of the lobby. In the restroom, I reasoned that I should have emptied my stomach by now and, therefore, getting better. But this certainly was not the reality. 

I stumbled back into the reception area, knowing I was acutely ill. Surprisingly, as I exited the restroom, I found two ER nurses with a wheelchair waiting to take me to an examination room.

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A very young man came in and examined my abdomen. He appeared like a high school student to me, and I hoped he was not my doctor, but, as it turned out, he was the intern on duty. He completed the preliminary examination but needed blood sample results to provide a prognosis. As I waited for the results, my pain deepened. 

The young physician returned an hour later and advised me that he had arrived at a very unusual diagnosis. As a result, he requested validation from a resident for confirmation. Thirty minutes later, the resident physician arrived to reexamine me. After reviewing the data, he concurred with the intern’s preliminary diagnosis. However, because of the rareness of his opinion, he also wanted confirmation from the hospital’s top doctor. I asked what my infirmity might be, but both doctors were hesitant to say anything about their diagnosis. Things were becoming scary. What could be so dire that it required this level of consideration and secretiveness?

So, I waited in pain for another hour to allow the head physician to commute from home. When he arrived, I received a third examination. After deliberating with the other doctors, they all agreed that I was suffering from a malfunctioning pancreas.

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They then transferred me to an intensive care unit and gave me morphine for the pain, which had now spread throughout my entire body. At this point, it felt like needles and pins were embedded in every square millimeter of my body. Soon, the discomfort was so extreme that various body parts went numb. 

Although I did not know it then, the physicians had already informed my immediate family that they did not expect me to live through the night. Further, they recommended contacting distant family members who might want to see me before I died.

The initial shots of morphine proved ineffectual, so they gave me several additional doses, but these were also inadequate. Eventually, a nurse connected me to a morphine injector pump that enabled me to control my medication level by simply pushing a button. Interestingly, all this morphine never made the pain entirely go away. It only brought me into a mindset where I did not care about the pain anymore. I recall thinking at one point when my stomach pain intensified, oh well, so what!

Interestingly, my doctors never told me they had done all they could, that there was no treatment or medication to address my condition. 

Their solution was to terminate my food intake, which would pause my pancreas functioning and arrest the production of digestive enzymes that decompose proteins during digestion. Unfortunately, these enzymes were in my bloodstream, decomposing my body tissues and damaging my muscles, organs, and brain. So, by stopping the pancreas function, they stopped the production of these enzymes and the destruction of my internal body. 

Interestingly, the doctors never informed me of the gravity of my illness, but this turned out to be a good thing because, throughout this entire ordeal, I always believed that I would recover. 

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I remember the nurse closing the curtains in my ICU room and then turning out the lights as she left. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling while wondering what my fate might be. Eventually, I became groggy and drifted off, not knowing I would soon find out. The story continues in Entering The Spiritual Realm.

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


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

The Coronavirus Dilemma 


I believe that there is much uncertainty today about the Coronavirus and how to effectively prevent and treat it. Main-Stream Media (MSM) tells us that the shot should be mandatory and that without it we should be prevented from going to restaurants, stores, and even parks. Unfortunately, several of our politicians, corporations, and other organizations concur with this point of view.  

On the other hand, we hear stories about people immediately dying or suffering long-term physical problems after receiving the vaccine. Many of us also know that the vaccine is not fully certified by the FDA (It is not – MSM lied – more about this later). It has been authorized for use under an emergency certification that exempts the pharmaceutical company from being sued for financial damages resulting from its use. This, to many people, is an indication that the Pharmaceuticals know that there is something dangerous about the vaccine. So, we are held in Limbo, not sure what to do in many cases.  

Interestingly, I happened to turn my bible to the following verse a few days ago and read the following.  Hosea 4:6 My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge. I believe that this verse applies to us living today. Vital information is being blocked on social media, and MSM is often dishonest regarding Covid. Fear tactics are being deployed. Many folks believe that there is no option but to take the shot. This belief is founded on a lack of knowledge. As it turns out, there is a preventative and a cure that has been revealed in an extensive study published by the Front Line Covid-19 Critical Care Alliance (FLCCC). In their recommendations, the FLCCC has reported that Ivermectin (an FDA-approved drug) is effective when used in all stages of the Coronavirus. The table below displays a high-level glimpse of the effectiveness of this drug based on their research. 

Knowing this makes one wonder why there is such a push to vaccinate everyone and not a word about these extensive study results.  

RECOMMENDED PROTOCOLS 

The FLCCC doctors have also published protocols for the effective prevention and therapy for Covid-19. They can be found on https://covid19criticalcare.com/covid-19-protocols/. I have reproduced two of these protocols here for the reader to see the kind of information addressed in the report. Note: Since this report contains the latest data and presents precautions based on individual health and medications, it is essential to reference the full FLCCC report. 

Next, we provide a link to a video of an interview with Professor Paul Merik, the leader of this research project. In it, he answers many questions about the virus and the vaccine that enable informed decisions for your family and loved ones. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4gkLn-z4II  

VACCINE INFORMATION 

Covid vaccines have dangerous, and in some cases, lethal side effects, and yet those in power and the mainstream media (MSM) are using every trick in the book to get you and your family vaccinated. The following commentary is a summary of an article from the American Thinker, regarding the comments made by Dr. Robert Malone, creator of the mRNA Corona Vaccine. 

A recent peer review study found that the Covid vaccine poses multiple adverse side effect risks, such as blood disorders, neurodegenerative diseases and autoimmune diseases, due to the production of the spike protein, which tracks with actual reported side effects. 

Another study done by MIT and Harvard indicated that is possible that the mRNA vaccines could make human cells permanent spike protein factories due to the alteration of our genome DNA leading to potentially serious autoimmune problems. 

The bottom line: at present we know almost nothing about the long-term effects of the mRNA vaccines and how they affect the human body. 

In an op-ed in The Washington Times Dr. Malone laid out four issues of concern: 

  1. Universal vaccination cannot eradicate the virus and it will continually circulate much like the common cold and influenza. 
  1. These vaccines are not effective in preventing Covid-19. They can only reduce, not eliminate, the risk of infection, replication and transmission. 
  1. There are potential serious risks that must be taken into account, which include cardiac and thrombotic conditions, menstrual cycle disruptions, Bell’s Palsy, Guillain Barre syndrome and anaphylaxis. And unknown side effects that could emerge such as existential reproductive risks, additional autoimmune conditions and various forms of disease enhancement. 
  1. These vaccines are likely to offer a mere 3 months of protection requiring additional boosters, each with the risks outlined above. The more people vaccinated the greater the number of vaccine-resistant mutations will occur. Ever more powerful vaccines will have to be developed which will expose individuals to increasingly greater risk. 

Dr. Malone concludes that only the most vulnerable, the elderly with serious illnesses and others in the population with significant comorbidities, should be vaccinated. The rest of the population should rely on outpatient access to a growing number of proven prophylactics and therapeutics, such as ivermectin, famotidine/celecoxib, fluvoxamine, and various anti-inflammatory steroids as well as Vitamin D and Zinc. 

Dr. Robert Malone, has also produced evidence showing that countries with the highest vaccination percentages are now experiencing a surge in Covid-19 cases. On the other hand, the countries with the lowest vaccination rates have the lowest infection rates. But you will not hear this from the MSM. It seems that there is a concerted effort to ban any suggestion that these vaccines in any way could be harmful to some people. Truth be told, the vaccine is not a vaccine at all but rather an experimental genetic therapy.  

CENSORSHIP AND MIS-INFORMATION 

What is troubling about MSM’s false reporting is their omission of the truths listed above. To my knowledge, they have not mentioned the FLCCC, Ivermectin, or their protocols for treating Covid. In fact, they have been misleading us about Covid from the very start. 

Recently, there has been a great example of the MSM misleads you. They have reported that the Pfizer vaccine received FDA approval and suggested that it is now safe for people to get the shot. Further, they proposed that government agencies and corporations should now mandate that all people get the vaccine because it is deemed safe. The truth, however, is that Pfizer received FDA approval for a vaccine that will not be available for years. The uncertified vaccine we currently receive has, at the same time, been extended under the existing emergency use provisions protecting Pfizer from liability. See https://usawatchdog.com/fda-lied-vax-not-approved-still-experimental/ 

So, you can now see how they misled the public. The vaccine you will receive is not FDA certified. They twisted the truth to get the public to accept the unapproved vaccine and the mandate.  

Today I received information that Pfizer, the company involved in the misinformation on their vaccine certification, has purchased all of the production capability of Ivermectin. Based on all of the above, I suspect that we may soon see a shortage of Ivermectin in the market place.  

The question has to be, why is all of this happening? Why disregard the scientific data gathered by the FLCCC Alliance? Why block the use of Ivermectin when it is reported to be as safe as aspirin? Why try to fool the public with misleading statements vaccine certification. Why, why, why? Could it be something as simple as profit motive? Or could it be something much more sinister?  

In the end, the decision will be yours. I hope to delve into the motivations of their misinformation in a later correspondence. 

Until then, 

God bless with much love, 


THE NEXT SEVEN YEARS

THE NEXT SEVEN YEARS – LEARNING TO CHANGE TO LIVE A LIFE WITHOUT ALCOHOL

From that point onward, most of my physical problems subsided. Although my general health gradually improved, my tribulations were not over, as a new series of troubles would begin. At that time, I had been in the hospital or on home care for over four months and was eager to get back to work and everyday life. When I thought I was ready to do so, I even disregarded my family doctor’s warning that I was not as strong as I believed. Nonetheless, I went to my company’s personnel department and took the required physical exam to return to work. I could start on a minimal schedule of just a few hours daily.

Unfortunately, despite all the evidence that God was behind my improvement, it had never occurred to me that I should be giving thanks to God for delivering me from the second death or for healing my body. This ignorant and foolish position would result in a torrent of calamities in my life, suffering one spiritual attack after another, not knowing I was even in a war.  

A DIFFERENT LIFE

As I began working and reengaging in social life, I discovered things had changed. I had not anticipated the consequences that my medical condition would have on my life. My doctors laid out a prognosis of my medical condition and how it would impact my future life activities. They told me that a pancreatic dysfunction, like the one I experienced, typically arises from one or more of three lifestyle determinants and that I would have to work on all three to stay healthy. They told me that the first and most dangerous factor is alcohol consumption, and therefore, I would have to quit drinking. The other factors are a high-fat diet and a high-stress lifestyle. Well, when I thought about it for a moment, I drank to excess on occasion, ate loads of fatty and deep-fried foods, and had an extremely stressful job. They were right; all these things applied to me.

These doctors then went on to explain that a second pancreatic attack like the one I had experienced would result in a much worse outcome, particularly after heavy alcohol consumption. They then presented the following statistics to make their point: If I started drinking again, I would have a ninety-nine percent probability of having a reoccurrence of pancreatitis, and the damage to my body would be much worse than my first attack, ninety-nine percent of the time. They then told me that my likelihood of surviving the first attack was one in three, and a second attack could take my life. I then understood that I would be a walking dead man if I began drinking again. Drink or live, that was the question. I chose to live. 

STARTING OVER FROM SCRATCH

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I only comprehended how difficult it might be to quit drinking once I tried. When I did, I began to realize that drinking had become a common denominator of my interpersonal relationships. My friends were drinkers. Alcohol was consistently entangled in my social life and, quite honestly, had become the foundation for many of my friendships. Drinking was a significant component of the softball leagues, as well as canoe trips, camping, bowling, poker, parties, traveling, and other pursuits. Without it, I would face a large void.

I initially believed I could avoid going to bars and social events, but when I did, I noticed that my friends, who I have high esteem, were not as friendly as before. It was as if they were announcing that since you have elected not to drink with us, we are unsure if you are still our friend. Sure, they were cordial and gracious every time we got together, but even so, a new distance separated us. I can not fault them since they were right. I was not hanging out with them like I had previously. 

Then I thought, what the heck? There is no reason I should avoid these activities with my friends. I will drink ginger ale or club soda and skip the alcohol. In practice, however, that did not work either. My world-class comedian buddies were not as amusing when I was stone-cold sober. I saw myself being the stick in the mud—the only one not laughing. Then I thought, well, maybe I will try recreational drugs. Perhaps this will allow me to get down with the crowd. But these drugs only dumbed me down, and that was not what I wanted either. In the end, I dropped out altogether.

I suddenly felt like an outsider with them and realized that my old life was gone! To top it all off, I was also unhappy at home and eventually moved into an apartment about a year later. I needed to reinvent myself—build a new life. I had to change, but into what?

SATAN CALLS

One day, shortly afterward, I was alone in my apartment, and the phone rang. I answered, and a horrific-sounding voice responded, “This is Satan.” The voice sounded mechanical, like a monster robot in a science fiction horror movie, loud, garbled, and possessed a ringing or reverberating tone. The voice had several well-defined vocal threads, each sounding in a distinct octave that sounded like multiple voices were speaking out of synchronization, which delivered a bizarre result. 

Based on my recent encounter with Satan in Hell (IN HELL – CONFRONTED BY THE DEVIL,) you can imagine what I must have been feeling. I was terrified out of my mind, trembling, and in terror, I quickly hung up. I reasoned that there must be some explanation, perhaps a prank. Possibly, someone was having some fun with me—using an electronic device to frighten me. But who would do such a thing? No one I knew would, nor would they have the capability. Besides, I had not told anyone of my encounter in Hell. So, just as before, I tried to put this terrible memory in a faraway place in my mind; I made it small and rationalized it away. But, just a few days later, an identical incident transpired, and I then understood that the devil was relentlessly coming after me and that his harassment was not likely to stop any time soon. 

Somewhat later, I had been considering relocating to another city and was using the National Business Employment Weekly to look for job opportunities. I spotted an ad requiring my skill set and called the number in the ad. I was excited about this great opportunity and wanted to express my qualifications and skill set. Instead, a voice answered, “This is Satan.” Yes, it was the same garbled voice as before. I replied, what? The voice replied again, “This is Satan.” My heart was pounding as I smashed the receiver down. How in the world could this be? No one I knew could have set anything like this up. How could this be? You know, sometimes a person just will not read the handwriting on the wall. That was me because, believe it or not, I redialed the number, reasoning that perhaps I had accidentally misdialed it. Not surprisingly, the same thing happened once again. I hung up, terrified, knowing that Satan was still coming after me.

THINGS CHANGE

After that experience, things started looking up for a while. As it turned out, I transferred to the Dallas/Fort Worth area with my current employer. I now had a lovely lady who would soon become my wife and play a big part in helping me through the troublesome times that were to come. She would likewise contribute to helping me find the pathway to the Lord. I felt like I was now reinventing myself, moving to a new environment, having love in my life, and a new place to call home. I was delighted. 

Things were not perfect, however. My dad died of a prolonged heart condition, and by losing my dad, I lost the one person in this world who truly believed in me. 

In addition, I began having work-related problems. There had been a departmental reorganization, and I started working for someone I did not see eye to eye with. The situation became strained as time passed, and I wondered if I might lose my job. Late one night, while my wife was in bed, I found myself pacing our hallway, pondering the consequences of potentially being out of work. It would be difficult to obtain another job in the current down turning economy. More than anything, I reflected on how it would feel if I let my wife down by being unable to provide for her adequately. With everything else I had been through, this situation became a breaking point for me; I could not handle all the turmoil in my life anymore. As I walked down the hallway of my home, I finally gave in, slumped against the wall, and blurted out the words that came straight from my heart, “Okay God, I give up. I will do whatever You want me to do.” 

I did not comprehend it then, but several beautiful transformations began when I surrendered to God that day. God was about to lead me toward a vision of the future, and I would receive His blessings and favor as I walked toward it. Although I did not know it then, I was about to see the manifestations of God’s power and glory. I had been saved from the dreadful fate of the second death and placed on a pathway leading to God’s glory.

A GLORIOUS VISION

The vision appeared while I was in bed, in that twilight place between slumber and consciousness. My eyes were closed when I saw a fluorescent orange globe that somehow radiated its orange light from within appear over a solid steel-blue-black backdrop. The thought that the orange planet was the Earth came into my mind despite the absence of perceptible oceans or continents. I found this foreknowing helpful in understanding what I witnessed here and other portions of my experience as well.

After gazing at this captivating panorama for a while, I noticed what appeared to be a small black Indian arrowhead rising over the North Pole sky, flying in a Southerly direction while leaving a thin black line or trail behind it. Once again, the thought came to me that this object could be the Space Shuttle deploying a string of satellites.

It continued southward until it disappeared above the Southern Pole. It reappeared at the North Pole a few minutes later, now orbiting at a new longitude. Once again, it deposited a thin black line behind it before disappearing at the South Pole again. The shuttle persisted in laying down the longitudes in this manner until it had printed the ones typically found on a world map. The form of the Earth now resembled that of a peeled orange.


With these longitude lines now printed, the shuttle emerged at the Eastern Equator, traveling on a due westward course and circumnavigating the planet until it had deployed the significant latitudes across the Earth’s sky. When finished, the sphere looked like a globe commonly found in a school or office, showing the longitudes and latitudes, except for its bright orange coloring and lack of topical features.

Afterward, as I watched in amazement, I saw the skin of a single slice of the orange globe (a wedge formed between two longitude lines) begin peeling backward, rolling down upon itself. The skin started rolling down at the North Pole and then coiled downward to form a scroll shape near the equator, exposing an astonishingly gorgeous pink under-layer above. Subsequent sections followed similarly, each section rolling down in order, one at a time. When completed, I saw a beautiful pink upper hemisphere radiating light above the orange scrolls now positioned above the Southern Hemisphere. Then, I witnessed the silky pink surface transform into the petals of a young, tightly wound flower that matured as I watched. I then saw new growth forming and expanding from the flowers’ nucleus. This expansion forced the outside petals to flow over the sphere’s edge, creating a perpetual waterfall of pink petals streaming downward like a waterfall.


The majestic loveliness of this ever-expanding blossom had me spellbound, and I wished it would never end. I couldn’t help but continue observing this awe-inspiring sight, but then, I wondered if I might be dreaming all of this. I thought, what would happen if I reopened my eyes? So, I opened them, lifted my head, and looked around my bedroom. To my astonishment, I could see the flower superimposed over the features of my darkened room. It was as if my retinas had a semitransparent video projected onto them. Even though I did not understand how this could occur, I immediately closed my eyes, not wanting to miss any part of this captivating experience. Then, I started to wonder why this was happening to me. Why should I know this information, and what significance could this be to me?


As if, in answer to my questions, everything around me abruptly began moving quickly. My vantage point to the flowering globe rotated ninety degrees, such that my view was now directly over the nucleus of the flowering planet, precisely where the new growth was emerging at the North Pole. Then, a portal dilated open at that point, and an unseen force pulled me inside. I found myself at the feet of a Jesus that filled the Earth from pole to pole. When I looked into the perfect clarity above, I saw His outstretched arms, and I believed He was delivering blessings to the souls of the Earth. That is when all of the heavenly peace of this vision faded away.

Interestingly, I received this vision of a world filled with Jesus just a few days after I surrendered to God. I was unsure of what this meant at the time, but the reality is that everything in my life would rapidly change for the better afterwards.  

GODS PLAN BEGINS WITH BLESSINGS

The morning arrived, and I was back to the reality of everyday life. I may have received a magnificent vision of a world filled with Jesus, but my struggles in the physical world remained. One of these struggles was a strained relationship with my boss, which resulted in my receiving a much lower performance evaluation than my long history of outstanding reviews. Even though his critique was unfair, it still resulted in what the corporation viewed as a satisfactory rating and certainly not warranting remedial action. 

Despite these things, he called me into his office shortly after my performance review to convince me that I was not managerial material and should volunteer for a downgrade. I refused as I knew he did not have a legitimate case to demote me, and that is what he wanted to do. I also knew I had years of excellent reviews filed away to challenge his deception if he tried to proceed with his demotion agenda. But what became crystal clear from this meeting was that he was out to get me by hook or crook. And as fate would have it, a golden opportunity to do so would soon come his way. 

The economy had substantially turned down, along with company revenues and profits. Our top executives reacted by directing an across-the-board headcount reduction. It soon became common knowledge that my boss had planned to surplus my job and lay me off as a part of this reduction in force.  

However, shortly afterward, the corporation presented an Early Out incentive package to senior employees to help them reach their headcount reduction objectives. It was an exceptional proposal that included health insurance, a year’s salary, and free space available for travel for life. To qualify, an employee must be near early retirement age and have at least twenty years of service. Unfortunately, I would not meet the age requirement until my next birthday, just a few months away. So, I explained this obstacle to the Personnel Department and received a management leave of absence to bridge me to my birth date. 

When my manager discovered that I had applied and qualified for the Early Out package, he promptly took action to get me fired. I caught wind of what he was attempting and went to the Personnel Department to object, stating that I would file an age discrimination lawsuit if they permitted him to do so. Fortunately, they were very concerned about being prosecuted and promptly advised him to alter his course of action. He unbelievably responded that my job had been surplused and had no work for me. He demanded they fire me before I qualified for the Early Out package. Afterward, I discovered that the two were shouting at each other, battling behind closed doors over the issue. 

A few days later, the Personnel department called me to inform me that a director I had previously worked for agreed to move me into his organization until my retirement date, and this would ensure my severance package. That was a real blessing. 

So, God was there protecting me from harm again, just like all the other experiences I have written about here. In addition, He was about to move me to a place where I could see God’s power and learn how He worked through his people. I had pledged to do whatever God wanted, and now He was guiding me to a place where I would get spiritual enlightenment, blessings, and favor along the way. This circumstance started God’s new life He reserved for me. 

With my early retirement anxieties resolved, I commenced looking for another job. Surprisingly, a well-known entertainment corporation in California called me about an opportunity they had. Since I had not sent them a resume, I was interested in how they acquired my contact information. They responded that the hiring director found my resume on his desk, but he had yet to learn how it got there. 

When I interviewed with the hiring director on the phone, he was so impressed that he wanted to hire me on the spot, but I had to continue working to safeguard my retirement package. I responded that I needed to learn more about the job, the work environment, and the culture before making such a significant decision. I knew arranging these things would push my potential start date back a week or two. 

Consequently, they flew me to California, where I met with many of the people I would be working with, and all went remarkably well. The only issue was that the hiring director wanted me to begin working immediately, even without providing a customary two-week notice to my employer. After some negotiation, I persuaded him to wait until I became available. 

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So, we relocated into a lovely Santa Monica residence just three blocks away from the beach, which featured beautiful views of the mountains, ocean, and the city.

We also arrived with a 30% improvement in salary, a year’s wages in cash, health insurance, and flight privileges for life with the airline. Quite a change in circumstances! Especially for someone who was still clueless about God being at the center of all these increases. At that time, God had set everything into place, and I merely walked through the open doors that He had set directly in front of me.

A HEART FOR GOD

Shortly after we had settled into our new home, our daughter, who had recently graduated from college and had the summer off, came to visit. One day, after arriving home from work, I found her and my wife in the living room laughing and having a great time while talking about God. Sadly, I could not relate to what they were saying, and for some reason, I spontaneously blurted out: Whatever it is that the two of you have, I want it!

THE HEALING CONNECTION

Then, one evening, not long after, I was in the loft, flipping through TV channels, looking for something to watch. I passed a channel with a man dressed in a white suit who spoke about God. Something he said caught my attention in that split second, which led me to flip back to hear more of what he was saying. The longer I listened, the more I liked what he had to say. I then asked my wife to watch with me, and she also loved what he said. We then discovered that he would be speaking at a church in Anaheim, and we agreed to see him in person. 

I had never visited a charismatic church service previously and was unsure what to expect. When we reached the church grounds, we saw a long line of people encircling a sizeable round building, and we had to walk a long distance to find the end of the line. As the line gradually moved forward, we overheard the people in front of us discussing what a big deal it was to have this pastor here. Eventually, we entered the church and promptly took some available seats. I noticed that a group of about ten musicians occupied the right side of the stage, and a choir of about forty people, standing in five rows of bleacher seats, were on the left side. 

The service began with the loudest praise and worship music I have ever experienced. I was unfamiliar with most songs but did my best to keep up with the congregation’s singing. I saw that many people were raising their hands in the air while singing praises to God, and I decided to join them. Throughout all of this, I felt a strong desire for a real connection with God. 

Later the church pastor came out to lead the people in prayer and, I remember hearing the people sitting next to me praying in a language that I believed was Latin, and I wondered what this might mean. I speculated that perhaps they were foreigners, but then, they spoke perfect English before the service. All of this was remarkably unfamiliar to me.

Afterward, the pastor introduced the visiting evangelist, who then came out attired in a white suit.

He began by reading Bible verses and preaching a message based on them. Once he had completed this teaching, he led the people in praising God and invoking the Holy Spirit in song. The entire congregation was reverently engaging. Then without any warning, he rolled his right arm around the left side of his body, then quickly swung it back past the audience and back toward the choir while shouting, choir, receive your anointing. Amazingly, the entire quire fell in unison into the bleacher seats. I could not believe my eyes because they dropped as if they were all a part of a single unit. The precision of their falling together was so perfect that it appeared as if a trap door opened below them. I conclude that what I saw could not have been a stunt. Even if they practiced for years, they would be unable to deliver this high level of synchronization. 

A spark of anointing also hit me as the evangelist slung his arm past us. I did not fall to my seat along with the choir, but I felt something like a bolt of electricity hitting my heart. This powerful charge ignited a burning sensation in my chest that persisted thru the service. I turned and looked at my wife and said; Isn’t this a touch from God? I then told her of my encounter, and she admitted that she had received the anointing also. I looked around the congregation and saw people down in their seats all over the building. It was all around me. God was touching people here. I had just experienced an applied lesson in God’s anointing.  

For someone who was seeking God, I sure got what I was looking for that night. God had once again taken me to where He wanted me to go. He took the initiative by providing a message on TV, and we answered by following His lead to this church.

COMING TO CHRIST

We began attending this church regularly right after this first visit. Our pastor would typically give an altar call every Sunday and, there were always lots of people who would come to the altar to accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior. For me, it only took a few weeks before I was one of many who stepped forward and gave my life to Christ. The pastor was flowing in the spirit on that day I officially dedicated my life to Jesus. The pastor had one hand raised high above his head as he started shouting praises to God, and as he approached, his eyes blazing directly at me. I remember thinking to myself—there are twenty people up here—why is he staring at me? Much later, he told me that he had sensed a shift in the heavens. I thought that this was a spiritual victory achieved by the Lord, snatching me right out of Satan’s hands. I had not previously told the pastor this story, so God was communicating with him that day. 

SIGNIFICANCE TO THE VISION 

The devil kept attacking me, but I turned to God and declared that I would do whatever He wanted. He responded by showing me the end state vision of a Jesus-filled earth, blossoming into a beautiful flower. He then moved me to a church and ministry where His Holy Spirit was active, and there I publicly surrendered my life to Jesus Christ, and a magnificent victory for God’s kingdom transpired in the spiritual realm.

I eventually learned over time that a world with Jesus at its core is Gods desire for His people. It, therefore, is an expression of His love for all of us. I present Revelation 21 here as it reveals what it is like living in this new world. 

Now I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. Also, there was no more sea. 2 Then I, [a]John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. 3 And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. 4 And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.

5 Then He who sat on the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And He said [b]to me, Write, for these words are true and faithful. 6 And He said to me, It[c] is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give of the fountain of the water of life freely to him who thirsts. 7 He who overcomes [d]shall inherit all things, and I will be his God, and he shall be My Son. But the cowardly, [e]unbelieving, abominable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars shall have their part in the lake which burns with fire and brimstone, which is the second death.

So, we are to overcome the evil that exists in this world today. We are to keep ourselves clean and bring others to know the one true God. Matthew 28 provides our Grand Commission. 

Matthew 28 

18 And Jesus came and spoke to them, saying, All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. 19 Go [c]therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age. [d]Amen.

To the Christians who want to make Jesus the center of their world, this message is for you. Seek the spiritual realm for a connection with God for guidance. When directed, put on the armor of God and enter into the spiritual battle. The cumulative spiritual victories of the body of Christ will bring about sweeping changes, and a great awakening will ensue, and extensive conversions of the people of the earth to put their faith in Jesus. 

Entering into spiritual battle will bring victory over evil right here on earth, and in doing so become the fulfillment of the Lord’s Prayer:

In this manner, therefore, pray:

Our Father in heaven, hallowed be Your name. Your kingdom come. Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven (Matthew 6:9 – 10).

Therefore, the victory is in our hands, but we must have guidance from the Father. Mathew 11 tells us what Jesus said about the spiritual warfare in heaven and on earth.   

And from the days of John the Baptist until now, the kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and the violent take it by force (Matt 11:12).

Therefore, enter the battle field through prayer and fasting. 


BACK FROM DEATH

Although I miraculously lived through that first night, my troubles were far from over. My life would continue, 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 attacking me in the hospital as I fought for my life. Several of his attacks damaged my body, while others aggravated my job standing and relationships. When all else failed, he influenced my doctors to persuade me to consent to a risky and unneeded operation. He repeatedly brought mayhem into my life with a relentless wave of events designed to abort my destiny and life purpose.

As strange as this may sound, I paid no heed to the Judgment Day messages I experienced that first night in the hospital (MY DAY OF DEATH, When You Disbelieve The Devil’s Existence…, 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.) 

This entire encounter was so unbelievably dreadful and depressing that I often doubted if these terrifying experiences could even be real. So, I blocked all my reflections of that night because I no longer wanted to dwell upon them or think about their consequences. I rationalized them away as being nothing more than an awful dream. I pictured them as being very small and far away in my mind. Unfortunately, the consequence of these measures is that they exposed me to a new series of demonic attacks. I was about to experience the truth of living without God to block the devil’s attacks.

THE NEXT THREE MONTHS

I spent the next few weeks in the intensive care unit (ICU), and quite frankly, I could not have been any sicker. It was so bad that I remember thinking, “oh well, at least I’m still alive.”

Seriously ill patients in intensive care unit with a artificial — Stock Photo, Image

The doctors confirmed that my pancreas was the problem. They explained that it had exploded into hyper-production, generating thousands of times the required volume of digestive enzymes and discharging most of them into my bloodstream. They said that these digestive enzymes decompose proteins resulting in massive deterioration over most of my body. My blood, veins, arteries, muscles, nerves, organs, bones, and brain were all decomposing. That would explain my sensations of needles and pins all over my body and the numbness I felt after I entered the hospital.

The physicians continued to divulge that this hyper-production of digestive enzymes created immense pressure on the internal lining of the pancreas. This force became so powerful that it forced the inner lining through the outer wall, forming a balloon-shaped cyst outside the pancreas. The doctors called it a pseudo-cyst, and they deemed it to be a potentially deadly condition. They articulated that even though my pseudo-cyst was leaking, it had not yet ruptured. Eventually, it would harden and break open, abruptly releasing massive quantities of digestive enzymes into my bloodstream, creating even more impairment to my body. My surgeons said my pseudo-cysts were a ticking time bomb and would require defusing before this explosion struck me.

I believed that surgery was on their minds and in their hearts from the very start. I also knew I was not strong enough for surgery then, as my body needed to heal and gain strength.

In the meantime, the physicians proceeded with a recuperation strategy founded on food abstinence. They asserted that total fasting would slow enzyme production considerably because food consumption activates the digestive processes. Beginning this program would also give my body time to purge itself of the harmful toxins in my blood. To confirm that the program was working, they monitored my blood regularly. Within a week, they declared that my enzyme levels were consistently descending.

I made it through the first few weeks without eating anything and lost 30 pounds in the process. They then started IV feedings that consisted of sugarwater and vitamins. The physicians said afterward that my body responded as desired, and I had gained strength. While this was good news, I still felt very sick.

THE STENCH OF DEATH

It was more than physically feeling very sick, however. I began to sense there was something very different about my behavior. One thing that I noticed was my inappropriate speech. Vulgarities were now flowing out of my mouth, seemingly with every sentence I uttered. For some reason, I did not seem to care who it offended as I spared no one from my bad speech, not my mother, father, or even my children. Physicians and nurses were daily victims, and things like my handwritten notes strangely included vulgarities. It was so bad that even though it was clear to me, I seemingly could not stop. I wondered to myself, why am I saying such disgusting things? It was obvious to everyone around me that my vocabulary had changed. In reality, the stench of death was all over me. I was still alive and in this world, but the scent of death had wrapped me like a blanket.

My mind was also influenced. My thoughts were of sensual pleasures and flirting with nurses. This conduct was inconceivable for someone so sick that they could die at any moment. I recall thinking, what is wrong with you? You’re so ill you cannot stay awake for more than an hour at a time, and you are harboring these absurd thoughts?

BREATHING PROBLEMS

One morning soon after relocating to a conventional hospital room, I labored to get air into my lungs and found it difficult to talk. I notified the nurse’s station and was startled when they considered my breathing difficulty insignificant. They declined to do anything, proposing I wait for the physician to come around on his usual rounds. But I had been in the hospital long enough to know that this could take several hours and that it was also possible for the doctor to not show up at all.

I was getting scared as my disorder worsened rapidly, and I did not want to leave things to chance. So I phoned home, and they convinced our family physician to come to the hospital. He discovered that my vocal cords were swollen and restricted my airflow. He then explained that digestive enzymes damaged my vocal cords and proposed that this happened when I puked entering the hospital. He stated that if left unaddressed, a total blockage would eventually ensue, and I would suffocate. He ordered that I be placed on oxygen immediately and scheduled a tracheotomy for the morning.

The operation required that the physicians enter through a cut in the base of my neck. They then had to cut a hole in my windpipe just below my vocal cords and insert a small metal pipe into the hole. This mechanism ensured that the passageway remained open, allowing air to flow into my lungs through the tube even when my vocal cords closed completely. This device became my lifeline to the oxygen that I needed for the next several weeks. This event was another attempt by the devil to end my life while in the hospital. The next attempt attacked my digestive system.

EATING PROBLEMS

After I had been on IV feedings for a while, my physicians grew concerned about their ability to preserve my weight and health on continuous IV feedings. So they decided to see if I was healthy enough to begin ingesting natural foodstuffs again. They gradually introduced a liquid diet, and when that was successful, they pursued a soft nourishment diet. Everything went well for about a week, but unexpectedly my enzyme levels shot up dramatically again. 

So they paused these tests until my enzyme numbers turned back down, and when they did about a week later, they reinstated the exact 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 they had a resolution.

A CATHETER IN THE AORTA

I was gradually moving toward a no-win crisis. My large veins had broken down, forcing the nurses to use smaller ones, therein reducing the amount of nourishment I could obtain in a day. They also had an increasingly challenging time locating a vein, often having to make several sticks were now becoming common.

After agonizing about this predicament, 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.

But there were several advantages to taking the risk. One benefit is that it would solve my nutritional issues. Once this catheter was in place, I would get all the nutrition required in just four hours. Secondly, it was considerably easier 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 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 my 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 Aorta wall. The Doc had to gradually exert increasing 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.

A MEAGER ATTEMPT TO FIND GOD
Someplace along the way, I picked up a Bible. I had never read it before, but now that I had the time, I believed that perhaps it would be as good an opportunity as any. I was still tired much of the time, and I napped several times a day. I would often read just a few chapters at a time because even reading tired me. I started reading the book of Matthew and hung in there until I eventually completed the entire book. I read the words, but they somehow did not hit home. I remember thinking that the book did not make any sense. The book of Matthew seemed like a series of beautiful stories, but not much more. I wondered why anyone would get so passionate about these simple accounts. After finishing Matthew, I resumed reading, but after a while, I gave up. The Bible did not make much of an impression on me then. Little did I know that God would reward my modest attempt to reach out to Him.

A HEALING MIRACLE

After being in the hospital for a couple of months, a staff surgeon came to talk to me about my second CAT scan results. He conveyed that my pseudo-cysts had not been reabsorbed back into my pancreas. Further, it would be perilous to leave them in their present state indefinitely. He then provided me with a long list of the perils of this disorder, followed by a recommendation that I have a pancreas operation to eliminate the dangers. 

I then inquired about the dangers of surgery, and he explained that the procedures are complex and risky. It involves making a fifteen-inch cut in the abdomen and then physically removing the stomach, kidneys, and some intestines. The pseudo-cysts would then be lanced and stitched to the inside wall of the intestines. Once finalized, they would reinstate the extracted organs and stitch me up. The surgeon reacknowledged the riskiness of the operation. On the other hand, he remarked that the risk is justified because I would eventually experience conceivably fatal episodes without it.

But the complexity and risk of this operation seemed unreasonable to me. After all, I had believed from the very first day that I would recover and that everything would be fine. I refused to let negative thoughts into my mind. Bad news from the doctor did not change my mind regarding my positive outcome. It also seemed to me that the risk of the operation was higher than any potential future damage caused by my pancreas. I did not want to die on the operating table. This surgery just seemed intrinsically a bad idea to me. It seemed wrong in my head and my gut.

Some of my family thought differently, however. Of course, they knew considerably better than I, just how fortunate I was to be alive. After a discussion with them and thinking about the right decision for some time, I chose to get a second opinion. So I contacted my family doctor to see if he could help. He searched and found a very experienced pancreatic specialist who worked in another hospital in town. So I asked him to set things up for me.

Little did I know what a firestorm I initiated by bringing in a doctor from another hospital. My mindset was that I wanted the best I could find and could not comprehend why anyone would do it any other way. I also understood that a second opinion from another doctor in this hospital would tend to agree with their surgeon’s assessment. I wanted a fresh set of expert eyes and an open and independent mind, and my family doctor did an extraordinary job playing the middleman in making this happen. He pulled all the strings required to get the second evaluation set up.

On the morning of my second opinion, I was sitting in bed, and I could hear the nurses and the doctors talking in the hall about the outrage of having an outside doctor coming in to examine me. It seemed that every staff member in the hospital was talking about it. They were deeply offended and outraged. With all the fuss they were putting up, you would have thought that someone had robbed a bank, and perhaps, that is what it was all about.

In any case, the external physician showed up and did an excellent job. He asked me several questions, examined me, reviewed my records, and ordered a second battery of tests, including CAT scans, X-rays, and blood tests. A few weeks afterward, he reported his findings, and the results were shocking. He said that by comparing the latest CAT scan with the preceding one, he could see that my pseudo-cysts were shrinking! He indicated that they were reabsorbing into my pancreas and forecasted that they would disappear within three to six months. My body was healing! What great news!

I did not give God any credit at the time, however. I believed that it was my positive attitude, healthy body, and good luck getting me through. It was only much later that I apprehend the truth about Jesus that I understood the healing was all God’s doing.

When I look back at it now, it is as clear as crystal. Something occurred between my first and second series of tests, and that something was that I had sought God’s help by picking up a Bible and reading it. Regardless of how feeble the effort was, God responded with a healing miracle! It did not even matter that I found the experience empty; God honored my attempt to find Him. It was as if God was saying to me, “Okay, son; you took one step in My direction, and you thought that nothing would come of it. But, you have My heart. I am going to show you that I am real. I desire that you live.”

I did not ask for healing but simply reached out to try to find Him. Sweet God in heaven, I praise Your holy and sacred name. I praise You for loving someone unworthy of Your love, who could not have changed the error of his ways without it.

As you can see, God was there again for me. He was watching out for me and taking care of me even when I did not know it. I think about these things now and wonder why the Lord would love me so. He has saved me from the lake of fire and brimstone, the pit of hell and the devil’s savagery. He has given me life even though I stood before Him with the stains of sin on my garments on Judgment Day.

DISAGREEMENTS ABOUT THE GOOD NEWS
When the hospital received the second opinion report, I was not surprised that they disagreed. Nor was I shocked when the hospital surgeon suggested that I would experience severe consequences if I did not have the surgery. I remember thinking at the time, “After all, a surgeon only makes the big money when they operate, right?” But the surgeon was not the only one pressing me to go ahead and have the surgery anyway. Members of my immediate family also tried to persuade me to go forward with the procedure. After all, they were fearful of losing me. I understand.

I knew in my heart that I would live from the very outset. I may have picked up this positive attitude by merely living through the first night. I, therefore, rejected the risky surgery and accepted the path of natural recovery. You see, I had believed in a good report even before there was one to contemplate. I knew that I did not need the operation, and I told my hospital doctors and everyone else of this belief. Many people tried to change my mind, but I declined them all.

The physicians tried several strategies to get me to recant, but my response was always unwavering and to the point. In the end, they pressed me so hard that I had to rudely tell them that this was the end of the line. There would be no more discussions about an operation.

Interestingly enough, by chance, I ran into a surgeon who recommended the operation on an airport shuttle bus several years later. I was in much better health by then, and he may not have known who I was, so I reintroduced myself. Would you believe that he started preaching to me about the operation again? I guess he just did not get the message. He refused to accept the test results that confirmed that the pseudo-cysts had disappeared and that there was nothing left on which to operate! So it is with the unbelieving, they see with their eyes, but their minds don’t comprehend. They hear with their ears, but they don’t understand.

GOING ON HOME CARE
Just as the second opinion foretold, I began to feel much healthier as my body recovered. I still had some difficulties with food digestion and therefore had to stay on aorta IV feedings for quite some time. I no longer had to nap several times a day, and with this added time on my hands, I walked the corridors of the hospital out of boredom.

My family doctors believed that I was now out of severe trouble and suggested that I go on home care. One advantage would be that I could manage my IV feedings without the aid of a nurse. Of course, being home had to be the most important factor. After months in the hospital, going home seemed like a dream come true.

Another advantage of going on home care is the significant cost reduction. Since my healthcare coverage was paying for my entire hospital stay, they had the most to gain by this move, and yet they for some unknown reason balked at funding my home care. Eventually, my family physician had to call the insurance company executives to get home care approved. I was fortunate to have this man in my corner, making things happen for me, time after time. It was a long struggle, but I was pleased to be finally going home.

The home care outfit delivered the IV equipment and demonstrated its proper operation. They also furnished a miniature refrigerator to keep the IV solutions fresh. They furthermore promised to provide additional solutions bags each week. After that, I became responsible for my home care procedure. All I had to do was hook up the IV line to my aorta catheter at the proper times and visit my doctor frequently for check-ups.

PROBLEMS WITH INFECTION

For the first few weeks, everything performed remarkably well. Then one day, for no apparent reason, I suffered what I would describe as severe icy chills and uncontrollable shivering. Blankets did not remedy my symptoms either, as I shook for around ten minutes. Eventually, my lips turned blue from the cold. Then, just as quickly as they formed, these chills ran their course and suddenly ceased. I then went to the hospital, where they performed a series of tests. I afterward spoke with the physicians, and they were baffled. I became very concerned regarding this situation, so I walked them thru the chronology of my illness and my home care program. Despite this added information, they advised me not to worry about it as it was likely nothing. I remember contemplating that perhaps something was amiss with my catheter. After all, what else could it be? But then I also reasoned that they are paid well to unravel people’s health crises. They are doctors. It is their job! They have studied for years and are competent in reasoning this out. They are professionals! They know what they are doing, right?

Roughly ten days later, just as I began believing that maybe the doctors were correct, the chills hit me a second time, only much more acutely. I am not sure how this reoccurrence of shivers remained, but when they ended, I was exhausted. In my way of reasoning, this attack drastically reversal of my recovery. When it was over, I mustered up the energy to return to the hospital, where they completed an even more exhaustive set of tests. But the results were identical; they found nothing wrong and sent me home. I confirmed they understood the details of my condition and home care treatment. I explicitly questioned if my Aortic catheter could be the source of the difficulty. They replied that if they could see me when I was experiencing an episode, they might identify the origin of these perplexing shivers and convulsions. I was beginning to doubt if they believed what I had told them.

A week afterward, my third episode commenced. Luckily it happened at my family doctor’s office when it happened. The doctor was examining me on the exam table when it all started. I became ice cold and started shaking violently in front of my doctor. I saw my lips turning blue in a mirror across the room. The physician had the nurse cover me with heavy blankets, but they were ineffective in controlling my coldness. The convulsions became much more fierce, and I felt numbness in my fingers and toes. The muscles of my body then began cramping from the exhaustion of the shaking. In the thick of all of this, the doctor checked my heartbeat with his stethoscope. I felt an irregular heart rhythm awkwardly pounding in my chest and knew he was hearing it as I watched his face turn white. I saw the fear in his eyes, and I knew he thought I could die there in his office. I also knew I was weak enough to expire, but like before, I knew I would be alright.

But my body started shaking even more violently, and the doctor directed a nurse to lay on me to provide body warmth. An ambulance soon arrived, and the emergency responders wheeled me out on a gurney right through the patient waiting room. I saw the horror and disgust on the faces of the people as I passed by them. I guessed that they likely presumed that I was dying!

Like the other two episodes, the extreme shaking and coldness abruptly ended inside the ambulance. My physician must have phoned ahead because the medical staff there immediately concluded that something might be wrong with my catheter and removed it as a precautionary measure. Later, tests performed on the catheter confirmed their suspicions as a strand of staph infection was growing at the end of the catheter. 

According to my family doctor, they speculated that a long chain of staff infections formed on the end of the catheter and grew as time passed. Once it reached a critical mass, however, the strand would break, and the staff would be instantaneously released into my heart. This caused my body to react the way I identified above. 

SIGNIFICANCE TO THE VISION

I did not know it, but these things were a part of the spiritual warfare against me. Satan kept hitting me because I did not know to seek the protection of God. God was trying to get my attention, but I was not paying attention. He had something He wanted to tell me.