In my earlier postings (When You Disbelieve The Devil’s Existence…,) I shared an experience when I began to disbelieve in the devil’s existence and shortly afterward experienced a spiritual attack. This attack wounded me severely and left me in an Intensive Care Unit (ICU,) fighting for my life while my doctors did not expect me to live through the night.
LEAVING MY BODY BEHIND
While unconscious in the ICU, I had a near-death out-of-body experience. In this experience, I found myself seated on the floor of a transparent spaceship, hovering in the blackness of space with the radiance of billions of stars around me.
I could feel my buttocks and crossed legs touching the floor even though I could not see it. Mysteriously, I also comprehended that I had a transparent dome above me, shielding me from the environment while permitting me to see in every direction.
Throughout this experience, I received knowledge relevant to my circumstance. Dispatches would arrive in my brain that helped me comprehend what was occurring. For example, I suddenly knew I had left my body behind and was about to travel through space and time. So, when I detected the first sensation of movement, I knew what was happening.
The ship proceeded slowly forward at first and then gradually accelerated. As I moved forward, I began to hear voices and pieces of people’s conversations as I passed them by in time. One comment after another in succession, as if I were slowly driving past an unbroken line of individuals, each one engaged in dialogue. Initially, I could hear entire sentences, but as the craft accelerated, the terms came in quicker, were higher-pitched, and were less recognizable. Soon, there were very few recognizable words, and eventually, there were none. The sounds of voices transformed into a sound like that of a 33 RPM record played at a 78 RPM speed. Then, as the ship’s acceleration advanced, the sounds became like Morse code. Ultimately, even these blips became a squelch, like the sound an old radio makes when the dial is turned quickly across a broad range of stations.
I then knew my ship was traveling through time, passing by the voices of my unfulfilled life’s future conversations. They were the voices of a tomorrow I would not have. Abruptly the squelching just stopped, and I thought I would have had a very long life if I had lived.
With the sounds of voices now behind me, I focused on attempting to identify my location. At first, all I could see were the stars and the blackness of space all around me.
I soon noticed, however, that I was zigzagging back and forth through space. The ship was moving in S-shaped curves like a sine wave, veering to the left, then curving back to the right. Like a sailboat moving against the wind, I went back and forth while maintaining one straightforward heading. Where was I going, I wondered.
Because I am a Christian, I understand that it is necessary to examine the experiences I shared in CHAPTER 2: The Spiritual Warfare Over Me, to ascertain their biblical soundness. I, therefore, have performed the necessary bible research to achieve a scriptural validation of the things I experienced and present my findings to you here in this posting. I hope that in reviewing this material, you may find, like I did, a real glimpse into the spiritual realm.
A CORRELATION TO THE REVELATION OF JESUS CHRIST
The experience of that night terrified me, and as a result, I did not want to think about it, let alone tell anyone about LEAVING MY BODY and entering the spiritual realm. It wasn’t until after I was born again that I understood what God had done for me. His way of starting our relationship was to show me the truth about my life purpose and myself. God loved me enough to give me a second opportunity to make the right choice. I did not deserve this opportunity, but He gave it out of His love for me. I knew that if He did this much for me when I did not merit it, that He would proceed to bless me from that point as well. I gave in to God, little by little, over time. Everything improved when I eventually accepted the truth that Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior. God then placed favor into my soul, and we grew closer in a relationship than I could have ever envisioned. As I matured as a Christian, I read the Bible and gained new insight into my spiritual encounter. In the book of Revelation, I found uncanny similarities, correlations, and insights into what happened to me. The following sections present some of the parallels found in the book of Revelation.
PROOF OF THE LAKE OF FIRE
The orange plasma that I swam in (see THE LAKE OF FIRE AND BRIMSTONE) is mentioned in the book of Revelation. It is the eternal destination of Satan, the beast, the false prophet, death, Hades, and everyone whose name is not 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.
THE JUDGMENT OF WORKS AND THE OPENED BOOKS
In my spiritual reality, I stood in a gray place while being judged (THE GRAY PLACE AND JUDGMENT DAY.) I heard the voices of the beings that searched for the record of the good works I had done. I also experienced the pain that I had caused others as the sins of my life passed before me.
Is there a reference to being judged in the Bible? Are records kept to assist in the judgment? The answer to both of these questions is yes. Everyone will be judged in accordance to 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 knew that the pending judgment before me was regarding the second death. In this natural world, I did not have a clue 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 dying, 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. I knew that 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 recollection, 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 returned to life that day despite my 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 is it that 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 in my life, Jesus covered me with His blood and kept me from the second death I truly 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 poor choices. I had made the poor choice of disbelieving in the existence of the devil, and 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 our poor choices. God, Jesus, heaven, and life everlasting are the consequences of our good decisions.
A CORRELATION WITH PSALM 30
As you know from reading CHAPTER 2: The Spiritual Warfare Over Me, I entered the emergency room of a major hospital on November 7, 1986, believing that all would be well soon, not knowing that THE DAY OF MY DEATH was knocking on my door . Nor did I know that God would miraculously deliver me from a long string of attacks and calamities.
A correlation to my experience exists in Psalm 30, a psalm of David, who gives recognition to God for saving him from his foe, for healing him, delivering him from the grave, and saving him from being cast into the pit (SPIRITUAL GOLGOTHA.) I believe that my experience shows that God did these things for me also, and therein lies the correlation. Let’s 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 to the message of Psalm 30. So much so that I modified it to become my prayer of thanksgiving for all that my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, has done for me. I present it 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 you have saved me from the eternal damnation of which 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.
This posting is another chapter from my book entitled, Possess the Vision. It communicates the spiritual experiences and messages that were given by God shortly after we moved to California.
Pat and I were expanding relationships at our new church while God was simultaneously alluring us into a closer connection with Him. During this time, I experienced revelations from God that He delivered in several different ways. I have documented four of these experiences for you in the sections below. They are titled: The Audible Voice of God, A Vision of a Straight Path, The White Dove, and A Dream of a Living Cross.
THE AUDIBLE VOICE OF GOD
One day, I was on my deck, catching some sun while gazing at the magnificent seacoast view (may add a link to previous posting here). When I had received enough sun, I walked back toward my loft door. Then, as I proceeded through the doorway, I heard a powerfully masculine and yet calming voice, speak my name.
From the moment that this voice began speaking, everything around me started moving in slow motion – as if time itself was slowing down. The typical sounds surrounding me faded, and I instantly knew that I was listening to the audible voice of God. I immediately lost muscle control as my body became as limp as a jellyfish. My legs had suddenly stopped supporting my weight, my knees buckled, and I plunged downward through the doorway, out of control. My forward momentum now propelled my head onto a collision course with the glass top of a pinball machine that stood just inside the loft door.
Psalm 29:4 The voice of the LORD is powerful; The voice ofthe LORD is full of majesty.
As I had no muscle power to shield my head from being slammed into the pinball machine, and I presumed that I was about to be seriously injured.
Amazingly, my muscle function recovered the instant that His voice stopped speaking. Consequently, I was able to get my hands and arms up to the metal frame of the pinball machine to protect myself from harm.
I then reset my legs back under me and gradually stood upright. I then began looking around for the visible manifestation of God while waiting for the return of His voice. But neither happened. Not knowing what to do, I replied in the custom of the prophets who spoke, Here I am Lord. My heart was pounding as I stood there perfectly still, anticipating a reply, but there was none. Eventually, I walked off, being very perplexed.
Subsequently, I could not help continuously thinking about the voice of God. It was so perfect. How could I not wonder about a voice so powerful and yet so soothing at the same time? How could I not wonder about this voice that exhibited perfect articulation and pace and simultaneously use inflections and tone to convey an attraction to it? How could this voice create such emotions of harmony and peace? Why would it call out my name and utter nothing more? I would get insight into some of these questions the very next day.
The morning began like every other, as I had made it a practice to read a portion of the Bible every morning before prayer. I had set a goal of reading the entire Bible, and the scripture below was a passage that I read that morning:
Isaiah 43:1–2 But now, thus says the LORD, who created you, oh Jacob, and He who formed you, oh Israel: Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by your name; You are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, nor shall the flame scorch you.
This scripture was the confirmation of what had just occurred in my life. Chills ran up and down my spine as I realized that God had just called me by name. I belonged to Him now, and if I did not know it previously, I now knew that without a doubt, He would be with me through all the challenging times ahead. God was with me at that time and would be there throughout my future. He would be there for my walk toward His plan.
A VISION OF A STRAIGHT PATH
A few weeks later, God communicated to me again, this time in a vision. In it, I found myself in a forest of strange trees that had leaves that coiled up, looking something like a tightly wound watch spring. A path had been cut, perfectly straight through the trees that revealed the hills and dales below the foliage. Despite receiving this insight, I did not know what it meant at the time. I asked several people about it, but they could not interpret the vision either. Then one day, I read the following scripture.
The Morning Star Rising on the First Day
Isaiah 40:3 – 5 The voice of one crying in the wilderness: Prepare the way of the LORD; Make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be exalted and every mountain and hill brought low; The crooked places shall be made straight and the rough places smooth; The glory of the LORD shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together; For the mouth of the LORD has spoken.
I now see it as a sign that God’s people must make a straight path to prepare for the second coming of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. This message is for the bride. What did John the Baptist proclaim while baptizing men in the Jordan river for the repentance of sin?
John the Baptist Prepares the Way
The Baptism of Jesus
Matt 3: 1-6 In those days John the Baptist came, preaching in the wilderness of Judea and saying, Repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near. 3 This is he who was spoken of through the prophet Isaiah:
A voice of one calling in the wilderness, Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him.
4 John’s clothes were made of camel’s hair, and he had a leather belt around his waist. His food was locusts and wild honey. 5 People went out to him from Jerusalem and all Judea and the whole region of the Jordan. 6 Confessing their sins, they were baptized by him in the Jordan River.
The Great Commission
And what did Jesus command the apostles (the 12 foundations of the bride) to do upon His departure?
The Disciples are Sent out
Matt 28: 16-20 Then the eleven disciples went away into Galilee, to the mountain which Jesus had appointed for them. 17 When they saw Him, they worshiped Him; but some doubted. 18 And Jesus came and spoke to them, saying, All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. 19 Go 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. Amen.
Are not these two commissions very similar?
Psalm 27:11 Teach me Your way, O LORD, And lead me in asmooth path, because of my enemies.
THE WHITE DOVE
One Sunday, we had an evangelist visit our church. We liked his message and resolved to attend his other services later in the week. I was hungry for the manifestations of God and desired to be at each service. Unfortunately, they were scheduled at noon each day, and this presented some work-related issues for me. One obstacle was that I had to drive across downtown Los Angeles to get to the church, and the commute time would be over an hour in each direction. Therefore, attending these services demanded that I be away from work for a substantial time. To solve this predicament, I planned to take an early lunch, attend the service, and then return to work and stay late to make up for the lost work time.
Something extraordinary transpired on my commute to the second service that week. As I drove down the Interstate in heavy traffic, I saw a white dove off in the distance flying in my direction. As it flew closer, I could see that it was in my lane, flying straight toward me. As it advanced, I noticed that its wings were beating very rapidly and that it was looking right at me.
The Holy Spirit
It became very apparent that the dove was flying toward my windshield, directly toward me. I braced myself as it neared, and at the instant of its anticipated contact, I turned my head away to shield myself from the impact. But nothing happened, and the windshield was undamaged. I speculated that perhaps the dove had swooped away at the very last second.
I arrived at the service a bit late, but the minister did lay hands on me, and the Holy Spirit did manifest in me that day. I now see this experience as a sign that the Holy Spirit will support the earnest efforts of those who are diligently seeking Him.
THE LIVING CROSS
Some weeks later, God gave me yet another vision. In this one, I saw an old wooden cross standing alone on a desolate hilltop. I knew it to be the crucifixion cross of Jesus. It stood there tilting backward somewhat and listing to one side at about a forty-five-degree angle. It looked as if no one had been taking care of it.
I lingered to watch, and then something moved me much closer to it, and I commenced to examine it in greater detail. My observation focused on the grain of the timbers that began to glow a fluorescent red-orange. The brightness of the wood grain now resembled that of an electric stove-top.
Then the entire cross began glowing, faintly at first but slowly growing in illumination, until it was vibrantly gleaming. The cross that had appeared dead just moments before came to life! I could now see blood circulating through that grain, just like blood flows through the veins of our bodies, transporting nutrients and revitalizing energy throughout the body.
Next, the transparent wood took on a three-dimensional appearance. I could now see into multiple layers, and everything in the cross became visible to me. Subsequently, the glowing red cross began firing randomly colored photons of enlightenment in seemingly random directions. One blast at a time, these photons discharged in rapid succession like that of a machine gun. The cross of Jesus is alive!
Below is a scripture in which Jesus tells a man to take up his cross and follow Him.
Mark 10: 20-21 And he answered and said to Him, Teacher, all these things I have kept from my youth. 21 Then Jesus, looking at him, loved him, and said to him, One thing you lack: Go your way, sell whatever you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, take up the cross, and follow Me.
I now realize this vision to imply that the Christians who seek to be members of the bride of Christ must have the living cross on fire in their hearts. If they do so, they will do what He did.
John 41:12 Most assuredly, I say to you, he who believes in Me, the works that I do he will do also; and greater works than these he will do, because I go to My Father.
Doing these things is how the bride prepares for the second coming of Jesus. The bride is ready for the return of the Bridegroom because she has taken up His cross. The cross of Christ must become alive in our hearts and minds.
SERVING THE CHURCH
We were committed to our congregation in our attendance, tithes, time, and serving God and His people. But even in this capacity, God was showing us what was in store for the bride.
A VISION FOR THE ANNUAL CHURCH CONFERENCE
Our church held an annual conference that had become a tradition over its twenty-five-year history. People of God came from all over the world to teach, preach and worship God.
One Sunday after the service, our pastor engaged Pat and I in a talk about the conference. He indicated that they lacked an illustration for the cover of the conference brochures. It just so happened that God had shown me something a few days earlier, and I presented it to the pastor. He liked it and had an artist drawn it up for the pamphlets. Here is a description of what I saw.
I saw a star that generated multiple sets of uniquely tinted light beams that flashed in all directions, some reaching the earth, very far away. The rays hitting our planet were sharp and penetrating and included the entire spectrum of light.
Then suddenly, the star grew several times larger than its original size and brightness. 34 Because of this massive expansion; it was now closer to the earth, and as a result, it scorched our planet with its searing light.
Isaiah 30:26 Moreover the light of the moon will be as thelight of the sun, and the light of the sun will be sevenfold, asthe light of seven days, in the day that the LORD binds up thebruise of His people and heals the stroke of their wound.
Afterward, the starlight slowly dissipated into a soft cloud-like light that encompassed the globe in a canopy. I believe that this is a foreshadowing of the things that must transpire before the fulfillment of God’s plan. Here is the explanation of what I saw in the vision above:
In the beginning, God communicated with His people from a great distance. However, in the future, His words will come in like direct sunlight in summer, and they will burn up those planted in stony ground.
Matt 13: 3-8 Listen! Behold, a sower went out to sow. 4 And it happened, as he sowed, that some seed fell by the wayside; and the birds of the air came and devoured it. 5 Some fell on stony ground, where it did not have much earth; and immediately it sprang up because it had no depth of earth. 6 But when the sun was up it was scorched, and because it had no root it withered away. 7 And some seed fell among thorns; and the thorns grew up and choked it, and it yielded no crop. 8 But other seed fell on good ground and yielded a crop that sprang up, increased and produced: some thirtyfold, some sixty, and some a hundred.
Therefore everyone anchored deep into God’s good ground will understand His desire more clearly than ever before and this will kindle a revival that will spread across the earth. The result will be a massive harvest of saved souls. The Word of God will become known to everyone, and the people whose roots have grown deep into the living water of life will flourish, but all others will be scorched and die.
John 4:13 – 14 Jesus answered and said to her, Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst. But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life.
Then God’s love will encircle and protect the earth, and His people will prosper under His soft and gentle love.
While growing up as a youngster, I enjoyed watching The Twilight Zone on television. This TV program presented the real-life experiences of ordinary people that can not be explained by science or the laws of nature. While there have been several Twilight Zone experiences in my life, this one is noteworthy because it reveals the power of God, divinely intervening in my life, to protect me from harm and possibly death.
A LIGHT IN THE NIGHT SKY AT FORT ORD
This experience likely occurred on the last Wednesday in October 1965, which would be October 27th, just a few days after this picture was taken.
I’m in the back row, on the right, the one with the glasses.
It all started when I had picked up my laundry from the Quartermaster after a long training day and carried it back to barracks as the sun was setting. I could see the darkness falling through the long line of windows as I walked across the length of the billet to my bunk. I began moving clothing into my footlocker when I noticed a faint glow illuminating the darkened sky outside. As I continued watching, it gradually expanded until it lit up the entire street scene, eventually pouring light into our poorly lit billet as well.
Soon, a small number of interested soldiers appeared on the street, looking up into the sky, some pointing toward the source of light directly above them.
Wanting to see everything they saw, I started walking back toward the door to exit the billet. As I passed the windows again, I could see that even more soldiers were entering the street.
When I reached the doorway, I encountered a group of about ten soldiers who were obstructing my pathway to the door. I did not recognize any of them and, consequently, I’m sure that they were not a part of my unit. They were having a great time joking, laughing, and engaging in banter with each other. So much so that they were oblivious to my need to move through them. So I asked them politely to make a way to the door for me. But nothing happened. It was as if they did not hear me. So, I asked again in a louder voice. But the result was the same. They just kept jamming as if I was not even there. So I decided to make my way through them by pressing a shoulder on them if needed. When it came time to lower my shoulder into a soldier in front of me, I found that I could not move him with the gentle force I exerted. So I gradually ramped up my effort to its maximum, and still, I could not budge him. I would have had better luck pushing into a wall. In awe of this man’s strength, I moved back to see the face of this wall of a man.
When I saw his face, I was stunned. He was staring in the direction of another soldier, but he was not moving. There was no eye movement, blinking, or breathing. There were beads of sweat on his face, but they were suspended there, defying gravity, not trickling downward or dripping off.
I then noticed that pure silence had displaced the everyday noises of active soldiers in a billet. I gazed at the other soldiers standing in the doorway. They were all frozen like manakins occupying a store window as if time had stood still. I gradually shifted my gaze back across the billet. All the men halted in mid-stride. The entire scene looked like a video when the stop button is depressed.
Then the light streaming through the windowpanes caught my notice. I observed motionless dust particles suspended in the air, unaffected by air currents or gravity.
The light looked something like this.
I turned back toward the soldiers in the doorway and wondered why everything had stopped but me. Then suddenly, it all returned to normal, as if someone had pressed the play button again. The men frozen in the doorway resumed their banter from exactly where they left off, and the sounds of the billet returned as well. I looked back toward my bunk and saw that everyone was moving around again as if nothing had transpired.
I peered through the windows and saw that the light outside had faded. So I navigated through the soldiers in the doorway, opened the door, and looked up into the sky. I saw a big ball of light ascending into the sky, gradually appearing smaller and fainter as it rose, until it vanished, restoring the darkness.
I retreated to my bunk, sat down, and saw no one discussing what had just transpired. Everyone went back to doing the things they had been doing before. Then it dawned on me; they had nothing to remember. Their bodies were there, but time stopped for them, and therefore they did not experience what transpired. Their souls were unconscious. But then, why would I be the only one to experience what occurred? My answer would come soon.
The Company Clerk came in first thing in the morning and escorted me to the Company Commander’s office. Once inside the HQ, he checked with the Commander and then directed me to go in. I marched in, did a left face at the center of the Captain’s desk, came to Attention, and saluted while shouting, “Sir, Private Gordon reporting as ordered, Sir.” The Captain firmly responded, “At ease, Private,” and I moved to Parade Rest.
The Captain then spoke in an agitated voice, “Gordon, did you know that you have a type 2 profile on your eyes?” I immediately replied, “Sir, Private Gordon does not know what a type 2 profile on his eyes is, Sir.” The Commander sighed deeply and sat back in his chair. Looking me straight in the eye, he said, “Son, it means that you can not be in an Infantry Unit. I will make arrangements for someone to get you reassigned. That is all.” I came back to Attention, saluted the Captain, did a left face, marched out of his office. As I walked back to my billet, I wondered why I had to endure all of this training before anyone noticed my ineligibility.
It was not until much later in my life that I realized what a tremendous gift I had received that day. I had avoided being attached to an Infantry Unit in 1965, in the height of the Viet Nam ramp-up. Therefore, I had received an extraordinary blessing!
These thoughts brought memories of all the other times I had been removed from harm or guided away from danger. Some would call them miracles because they are scientifically indefensible. I now see them as God’s divine interventions in my life. All the encounters that I never told anyone because they would know I was crazy. When I look back at these, I see a pattern of protection that was always there for me. This experience was just another in a long chain of supernatural protections.
If this experience were an isolated event, then there could be speculation about what happened that night at Fort Ord. But it is not an isolated event. After reviewing these other events, I have concluded that God has protected and guided me all along. I have written about these experiences in other posts as well.
Further evidence will appear in the experiences that I will be publishing here in the future. Together, I hope they will lead you to believe that only God can do what I have described here. The direction of my life certainly changed course in that short, 12-hour span.
I eventually did go to Viet Nam, but not as a part of an Infantry unit. In 1966/67, I was with the 618th Maintenance Company in the Central Highlands. Years later, when I was doing my research, I discovered that most of the men in my training unit became a part of the Fourth Infantry Division. I remember watching their convoy entering the battlefield by way of Highway 19. I marveled as the line of their vehicles stretched out for miles as they moved past us and on to their Central Highlands targets.
It was only a few days later that we heard the sounds of their battles. We felt the ground shaking as the bombs and shells exploded miles away. The sounds of the explosions rumbled through the air like rolling thunder through the nights. I remember lying in my bunk on one of those nights, thinking, I’m so glad I am not where those boys are today. As it turns out, the 4th Infantry Division took more casualties than any other unit in the Vietnam War.
Thant you, Lord. Praise God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit!
After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some call these strange experiences ESP or extrasensory perception. I would dream things that would come true and know things that were to happen before they occurred. I have been publishing a series of my experiences here in an effort to communicate how God repeatably warned me of danger through the years of my life. In today’s story, I travel through space and time to gain prior knowledge to a horrible event that about to happen. This event changed world history and is still a topic that is still examined, researched and analyzed to this day. I happened shortly after I graduated from high school.
A DAY OF TRAGEDY
I was still living at home with my mom and dad at the time and was delivering pizzas at night for income. I did not have a car, so I walked to work every day arriving at about four o’clock in the afternoon and then returned back home again around midnight on weeknights and two in the morning on the weekends. One November night while I was walking home alone, I felt a big emptiness inside. It is difficult for me to explain, but I had a guilty feeling down in my gut. I had experienced these feelings before when I did something very wrong to someone but that was not the case here. This was a much larger emptiness than I had ever felt before, it was as if an enormous injustice had been done.
When I arrived home from work that night I was exhausted so I went straight upstairs to my room and went to bed. It was then that a phenomenal experience began to happen to me. As I was dozing off to sleep, I would awake with a start as I sensed that my legs were floating off the bed and into the air. As I was quite concerned about this feeling I sat straight up in bed and touched my hands to my legs to ensure that, yes, they were still there. Rationalizing that this must have been part of a dream I decided to simply ignore the floating sensation and go back to sleep. So, I bedded down a second time, intent on getting some desperately needed sleep and dozed off again, only to wake with a start a second time sensing that my entire body had been lifted two feet above my bed and was floating there. Once again I sat straight up immediately only to find myself in bed as normal once again. I thought to myself, this is crazy, I am extremely tired, most likely coming down with a cold, the flu or something like that. I once again determined to ignore these weird sensations because I needed the sleep. So, when the sensation of floating up off my bed reoccurred I simply ignored it, hoping that it would go away.
Floating up from my bed.
The sensations did not go away however and my body not only floated up off my bed, but it passed effortlessly through the ceiling and roof of my house as well. From there my ascent continued rapidly up into the sky and I passed through a cloud layer. Eventually, I stopped traveling straight up and started moving in a direction parallel to the earth. I continued on this course for quite some time and as I traveled through the night sky, I could feel the air getting warmer. This meant to me that I must have been traveling south. Then I started descending, and I saw a city full of lights ahead of me. I continued a gradual descent until I arrived at the side of a tall brick building without any visible windows. In addition, I saw streetlights arrayed in a straight line in front of the building and parallel to the curb. Each streetlight was made of metal and they curled over at the top like the hook at the top of a candy cane.
Then, I noticed a woman standing beneath one of the street lights who had her head was down, and who was sobbing uncontrollably. As I hovered above her I watched her and felt great compassion for her grief.
Woman standing under the street lights.
I started to wonder what had gone so wrong that caused her sadness and I wondered if I might be able to help her in some way. Could she hear me if I spoke I wondered? Then I wondered if I could even speak. I deduced that I had nothing to lose and tried to speak but no sound came out. It was as if there was not enough air to speak. For a moment I contemplated abandoning my effort to speak but committed instead to try to use a louder voice. This time it worked as I said to her, “What is wrong lady?” and then watched for a response. She did not respond but kept sobbing as if she did not hear me. Then, I thought perhaps she will indeed, not be able to hear me. Not giving up I spoke once again increasing the volume, “Why are you crying1?”
To my surprise she answered without looking up, “Why, don’t you know? Don’t you know that today they killed the President?”
At that instant, I don’t know how, but I was instantly transported back to my bed. I was sitting straight up once again but this time I was thoroughly soaked in sweat. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought it might explode and I was breathing like I had just run a four-minute mile. I looked around my room only to find that I was still alone in the dark. I sat there for several minutes waiting for my body to cycle back down to normal. I did not know what to think about what had just happened. The thought of the President being killed seemed a very improbable thing to me. I admired President Kennedy, and I believed that he was doing good things for our country, so I guess that his death was not something that I wanted to accept. Once again, I rationalized that although this out of-body experience seemed very realistic it, nevertheless, must have been a bad dream, so I once again went back to sleep.
When I got up the next morning, I still felt out of sorts even though I had slept in because of the hard night. I found myself at home alone as dad was more than likely working, and mom was probably out shopping. I went to the kitchen for some breakfast prior to starting my walk to work. I somehow felt displaced, like I was somewhere that I was not supposed to be. As I walked to work things just did not seem normal. For one thing, it was an overcast and gloomy day and the typically busy street that I walked along had almost no traffic for some reason. Where were all of the cars and people I wondered? It was an unusually quite walk that morning as there were no birds chirping, no horns blowing, things were eerily quite. I wondered if everything had died. Then I had that empty, hollow feeling inside of me again.
When I arrived at the pizza restaurant where I worked I entered through the back door that led to the kitchen. The owner was there watching the television as I entered. He seemed extremely angry and he shouted at me, “Do you know what those crazy people did today?” I thought to myself, “oh no!” For it dawned on me that I certainly did know and being horror stricken, I shouted back, “They killed the President.” His mood turned quizzical and he asked me how I could know this because it had just been announced on television. I just shook my head and did not answer him. I was thinking that I could never explain what had happened to me the prior night.
I do not know why or how this happened to me. Was there something that I could have done to change things? I don’t think so. Perhaps just telling the story is sufficient. Or, perhaps there is more to this than meets the eye. After all, the woman under the street light said, “They killed the president.” Perhaps the experience I had indicated that a coup took place and that an evil organization was now subverting the will of the people to self rule.
I still wonder what was the value for me to know of the assassination in advance. Perhaps it was another warning of impending danger. There are many people who believe that this event was a major turning point in our country, one in which was necessary to change the nature of our democracy and the direction of our country.
Interestingly, I recent viewed a video entitled “Dark Legacy,” which was about President Kennedy, his policies and actions as President as well as the circumstances of his death. In this movie they demonstrate that time and again Mr. Kennedy took actions for peace. As a part of this demonstration they included a clip of a speech that John F. Kennedy gave to the United Nations in 1961. In it he stated that he would seek a treaty with Russia to ban on long range missiles but ultimately his intention was total disarmament of both Russia and the US as well as the elimination of all weapons and all armies from the world. I recommend that you view this film for yourself. You can find it on netflix.com. If you do not have a subscription you can get a free thirty day trial with no obligation.
The point of this is that a diametrically opposite view of world politics was established from the moment of his death. This is clearly demonstrated in the immediate reversal of Kennedy’s initiative to bring home all of our Viet Nam military personnel by 1965 (see http://www.jfklancer.com/NSAM263.html for a copy of the executive order). Orders for a massive troop build up in Viet Nam were initiated within two days of the presidents assassination. It would appear that the military industrial complex had won.
Kennedy had been successful over in the Cuban missile crises but it appears that the military industrial complex may have eliminated the major obstacle to their war agenda. To get an idea of how badly the Joint Chiefs of Staff wanted war, watch the movie Thirteen Days, which documents the course of events surrounding the Cuban missile crises.
We now know that if Kennedy had given in and approved the militarys recommend course of action that our invasionary force, that would have been required to secure the nuclear warheads, would have fallen victim to tactical nuclear weapons on the beach. So in seeking a peaceful solution, President Kennedy may have adverted a massive defeat of the invasion force and possibly a nuclear exchange with the Russians that would have been a result of the escalation of this incident.
So yes, I would say that we lost a lot with the loss of President Kennedy that day in November 1963. As for me I still view this experience as a warning of danger from God, even to this current day.
After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some would call these strange experiences ESP or extrasensory perception. For example, I would dream things that would come true and know things that were to happen before they occurred. The following story is one example of the kind of things that I experienced that are of this nature.
Here is my story for today.
A BRICK WALL
When I was about ten years old, I had a dream in which I came to a red brick wall that blocked my path. In this dream, I became very frustrated searching for a way past the wall but not finding one. I started searching along the base of the wall to my left only to find a dead end. Then, I searched for a way around the right side of the wall only to find another dead end. I contemplated how I might be able to go over the wall, but it was just too tall, and there was nothing to grab on to, so I could not find a way over it either.
Now if this were an isolated experience, it most likely would have been long forgotten, but I kept redreaming it nighty after night. As if I was in one big loop, continuously searching, for a way past the wall. For months this went on. Most often, the dream sequence would last most of the night, leaving me still trying to find a way to the other side when I awoke.
This dream was a mystery to me as I had never seen a wall like this one, and I had no idea why it may be relevant to me. My innocents, however, was about to change.
One summer evening, I joined with a group of older neighborhood boys who were gathered just down the street from where I lived. Interestingly, some of these boys were the ones who had a great laugh on me in the boogeyman story. One of the boys had just acquired a used car. In the course of our conversation, he suggested that we all go down to Hastings Street.
I was by far the youngest one there and had no idea what Hastings Street was or why anyone might want to go there. If I had, I would not have gone with them. I found out years later that Hastings street was the black cultural centre of Detroit. It was famous for its bars and restaurants, and Jazz. It could be a dangerous place to be.
For some reason, all the boys all wanted to go, and I trusted their judgment and jumped in the car for what I thought would be a fun time. As we were in route, the driver started to take big gulps from a bottle of Orange Vodka that he had stashed under the driver’s seat. It seemed that in no time at all, he was quite drunk. In fact, by the time we got to Hastings Street, he was a sloppy, goofy drunk.
I was in the back seat between two of the other boys as we cruised very slowly down Hastings Street. I could see large numbers of people on the street, mostly just milling around. There were women in provocative clothes standing on street corners and under streetlights. I was so young that I didn’t know what this meant at the time either. We drove by bars that all had their doors propped open, and we could hear loud blues and jazz music as we slowly passed. I also remember that we passed a police car that had four officers inside. One of the boys said it was the big four, indicating that this part of town required Detroit’s toughest police.
The musician John Lee Hooker on Hasting Street
Then our intoxicated driver starts singing in a loud voice, “Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes.” Then, being very amused with his newly created song, he let go with a loud belly laugh. Then he rolled down his window, hung his head out and sang it again, “Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes,” followed by another belly laugh. I remember being embarrassed at first, but after a while, I started to become quite fearful. This activity seemed to be very stupid for white boys to be doing in a black part of town.
There seemed to be no way to stop him either. He just kept repeating this song and laughing over and over again even though the other boys were shouting at him to quit and telling him quite emphatically to shut up. When he did not, they threatened him with physical violence if he didn’t stop.
The car came to a red light, and we stopped for what seemed to be a very long time for me. It was when the light changed, and we had entered the intersection I saw the red brick wall through the windshield. A chill ran down my spine as we attempted a u-turn in the road. The driver was having difficulty in making the turn because of the stick shifter. Halfway through the turning process, I could see men coming from buildings and out of the alleyways. As they came toward us, I could see that they had baseball bats, lumber, and tire irons in their hands. They were coming from several directions.
After completing the U-turn, our drunk driver stalled the car. He attempted to restart the vehicle, but it would not start even though it turned over just fine. But the engine began to turn at a slow rate, indicating the battery was getting week. I could see that the groups of angry men were getting closer. Then I thought that it was possible we could all die here, and no one would ever know what happened. Then the distinct smell of gas filled the car indicating that the engine flooded. We had the driver push the accelerator to the floor and listened as the engine turned progressively slower. Suddenly, the clicking sound of the solenoid is all we hear. Meanting the battery lacked power to turn the engine. I then thought that we would all die. But for some unknown reason, the engine suddenly turned one more turn and roared to a full-speed start. Our driver, now seemingly very sober, dropped the shifter down into first gear and we peeled away.
The angry men were running alongside and behind the car and started slamming the vehicle with their weapons. The sounds of the weapons striking the metal of the car were quite horrific. The car finally started pulling away from the mob, and we drove away safely.
I am sure that if we had been there just a few more seconds, our fate would have met an unpleasant end. In looking back at this incident, I know that the dream of the brick wall was another warning from God. Also, I believe that the one extra turn of the engine was help from God as well. I know that one isolated case like this one could be a coincidence, but it is not just one case. I was being warned and protected again and again. Just read my previous blogs and look for the ones to come, and you will come to see how God works.
After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some would call these strange experiences ESP or extrasensory perception. For example, I would dream things that would come true and know things that were to happen before they occurred. The following story is an example of the kind of things that I experienced that can not be explained scientifically, and in fact have been discredited by the scientific community who now state that ESP does not exist.
Here is my story for today. I was most likely nine or ten years of age when it occurred.
PREMONITION OF AN AUTOMOBILE ACCIDENT
My mom and dad would take us to visit my aunt’s family from time to time and my sister and I looked forward to these trips because we got to play with cousins our age.
Their house was about an hour’s drive across town and we were driving home late one night after one of our visits. I was quite tired and was trying to get some sleep in the back seat. I had my head propped up against a padded door handle on the driver’s side. Just as I started to doze off, I awoke with a start, sensing that another car was about to crash into us at the precise point where my head had been resting.
Thinking that I was being silly, I ignored the sensation and put my head back down and tried to get back to sleep. I experienced the very same sensation several times before I decided to tell my mother about it. She reaffirmed that I was in fact being silly and recommended that I dismiss it from my mind and try to go back to sleep. So, I made another attempt to suppress my fear and get some sleep.
But the sensations grew stronger and I could not stop the urge to pull my head away from the side of the car once again. Only this time another auto came crashing into the side of us at the very point where my head had been resting just a second before.
The accident turned out to be quite minor, and no one was hurt. There was a big dent in the side of our car and some broken glass but the car was drivable and we drove it the rest of the way home.
I had to wonder though about what the outcome may have been if I had not pulled my head away at the last second. The jolt of the collision was substantial, so I suppose I could have sustained a major injury to my head or neck. In this case, I heeded the warning and made the right choice. Still, I wondered about where these warnings were coming from and why.
Looking back at it now and by looking at all of the experiences that I have had in my life of this nature, I can say that these warnings came from God. For me these things that happened to me were a protection, a guiding.
But I really never hear much about these kinds of things from others. So I think that they must be very unusual. But are they? How about you? Have you ever had an experience of this nature, one that can not be explained by the laws of science? If so leave a comment here to tell me and my other readers about what happened to you. We would love to hear your story.
After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some would call these strange experiences extrasensory perception (ESP). For example, I would dream things and then they would come true, and know things that were to happen before they occurred. The following story is just one of them. Others will be posted at a later date.
I DREAM THAT I WAS LIKE A SUPERMAN
One night I had a dream that I was standing in the middle of the street and an oncoming car was heading toward me at a high rate of speed. Rather than run out of the way to escape, I braced myself and extended my arms toward the car to absorb the impact. The car ran directly into my outstretched hands and it stopped in its tracks. In my dream, the car was a gray 1940’s model. The hood was v-shaped and formed a rounded point where my hands met the car. I could see my hands against the gray automobile, and I was in awe of what had happened. I remember having the feeling of extreme physical strength. I imagined that this is what Superman must have felt like—knowing that you can muster unmatchable power and that there is nothing that can defeat you. In this dream, I truly felt invincible.
superman stops a car
A few days later, I was playing with one of my friends who lived down the block. We were flying a saucer toy that he had just received. The saucer sat on top of a handle and would lift off and fly up into the sky when the string was pulled. It was the spinning motion coupled with the fan blades inside the saucer that would create lift that in turn launched the saucer up into the sky. The toy look like the one depicted below:
We were having a great time chasing it and trying to catch it before it landed. On the last launch, my friend pulled very hard and the saucer soared high into the air. As it rose above the houses, a strong breeze kicked up and carried it out into the street. Being totally focused on catching the saucer, I started running after it as fast as I could, not paying much attention to where I was going.
My friend’s mother was there and she shouted to me, “Joe, don’t go into the street. Joe, stop!” I remember hearing her words but they seemed faint and very far away. I was in the middle of the street by the time I caught the saucer and it was then that I could clearly hear my friend’s mom screaming for me to come back. I turned and looked up the street and there was the gray car of my dream speeding toward me. There was no time to get out of the way, so I held my arms out in front just like I did in my dream. I could hear the tires squealing in response to the car’s locked brakes. Then the car hit my hands as it slid to a stop. Unlike my dream, it was evident that it was not my power that stopped the car. I realized that I was not all-powerful. The car had knocked me backward even though it just barely touched me. I watched the front of the car rock back and forth in reaction to the sudden stop. I saw my own hands against the hood of the gray car just like in my dream but I stood there trembling as I realized that I had just looked death square in the eye.
My friend’s mother came over screaming at me to listen to her. Somehow her voice grew faint again as I wondered about the dream that had become a reality. How could such a thing be true? Why were the real life events so accurate but lacked the feelings of power and strength that I had in the dream? Something stopped that car, but it was not me.
I did not know what to think about this when it happened. As fast as the car was moving, I was very surprised that it stopped so quickly.Was it possible that something stopped the car that I did not understand? Was it possible that this something also tried to protect me from this circumstance in the first place? Or was it a notice to me that something was here to protect me and nothing could harm or hurt me? Well, being like many young boys, I spent about five minutes thinking about it before I filed it in the back of my mind where it was not thought about again for quite a long time.
Now, taken on its own merits this is a nice story that could be rightly classified as a coincidence. But when things like this happen over and over again, well, you can only come to the conclusion that what happened was far from coincidence. In the end I would have to conclude that it was God protecting me from harm. I plan to post a number of the other incidents so that you can make a decision for yourself.
This experience occurred before my sister, and I entered grade school. It was a beautiful summer day, and we were playing in our front yard while a group of older boys were hanging out on our neighbor’s lawn. I guess these boys decided that they would have some fun with us, youngsters, by telling us frightening stories about the boogeyman. I knew what they were up to, however, and proclaimed that there was no such thing as a boogeyman.
They then assured me that they were eyewitnesses to every story and then continued by spinning even scarier yarns, while I stood firm in my assertions that there is no such thing as a boogeyman.
But they challenged my denials, stating that the boogeyman was hiding between the houses just a few doors down the block. They said that if I was so sure, then why not take a look for myself? I suddenly became markedly less confident; after all, perhaps they were right. I tried to wiggle my way out of the situation, but when they called me a chicken and fraidy-cat, well, they had me. I couldn’t back down, so I devised a scheme to maximise my safety.
I thought that if the boogeyman was between the houses that he would capture me if I got close enough. So I decided to run on a diagonal to get a look from the other side of the street. I also knew that I should start immediately so that the boogeyman if it existed, would not have any time to prepare for my arrival. So, without hesitation, I bolted across the street, running head down as fast as I could. Much to my surprise, I could hear my sister running right behind me. When I got to a position where I could see between the houses, I stopped and quickly turned to take a look. To my horror there it was hiding between the houses, right where the boys said it would be. It was so tall that it had to hunch over to keep its concealment. I somehow knew that it was waiting for kids like me to come by capture and devour.
Its general shape was like a hugely powerful man with burnt leathery skin and the head of a dinosaur, very much like the Tyrannosaurus Rex. It just stood between the buildings, staring at me. I could feel its anger and disgust. I then lost all control and started screaming in horror, flailing my arms in the air while running back as fast as my legs would carry me.
When I got back to my yard, the storytellers were rolling on the ground, laughing so hard that they had to hold their aching stomachs.
These boys believed that their deception had worked, but, I knew what these boys did not. I knew—that there was a devil down the block and that it was lying in wait for innocent kids like me. What they had made up in jest turned out to be the truth. Evil exists in the world. The devil is real.
I tell this story because this experience was not my only encounter with the devil. Much later in life, for some unknown reason, I started to question if the devil was real. I had not heeded the warning that God gave me as a child. The result was that the devil struck me by exploding my Pancreas. When I arrived at the hospital, and moved into the ER, after hours of examination and tests, the doctors told my immediate family to send for my other relatives because I would likely not make it through the night.
That night in the ER, after the doctors and nurses had left me to rest, I had an out of body experience. I traveled through space and time, and Hell was just one of several stops that I made, and there, once again, I was confronted by the devil, who looked much like the devil that I saw when I was a child. Once again, I could feel how intensely it detested me, and how desperately it wanted to destroy me. It struggled to move toward me, but God had anchored its feet to the ground.
What I discovered later in life is that the devil wanted more than just my life, no, more importantly, it sought to destroy the purpose for my creation. It tried to kill the vision.
So, let this be a warning of the existence of evil of this world, and that spiritual warfare is coming whether you are ready for it or not.
So, please do not make a mistake as I did by believing that the devil’s existence is simply a myth. Be careful of what you think, and be cautious about the choices that you make because based on my experiences, your life, your purpose and your calling may hang in the balance. Seek God with all of your might, put on the spiritual armor of God, and follow his guidance.
I thought it appropriate to start this book with my earliest memories, and then move through my life while sharing my spiritual experiences. At the time, it seemed to be a nice way for the reader to get to know the author and his background. The surprise was the earth-shattering discoveries that I uncovered while I was writing. During this process, I came to realize that God had been working in my life from the very beginning; I just did not know it. He gave me people like my mom and dad, who were good people who cared for me and gave me good direction. He issued warnings of danger in ways that could have only come from Him. He showed me the truth of spiritual good and evil at a very early age. He took me by the hand and led me in the steps that I would walk. He closed all the doors but the ones that He wanted me to walk through. In addition, He protected me from harm time after time and did it in such a manner that His divine intervention could be the only possible explanation.Things that have no explanation just kept happening to me, and they were always for my benefit even though that may not have been the perception at the time. I was blind to the fact that God was at the heart of these unusual events. This blindness made it extremely difficult for me to rationalize these experiences, even to myself. To me they were true mysteries. I rationalized them by thinking that perhaps I was just lucky to have escaped harm, or that I was smart for having the foresight to know a better course. In some cases, I could not come up with any rationalization at all so I pushed the entire incident into the back of my mind and kept my mouth shut. I thought that it was better than having the whole world know with certainty that I was out of my mind. These events would always take me back to the question: why were these things happening to me? Why me? I would discover the answer to these questions through the creation of this book. Writing this book enabled me to see the big picture of what God had been showing me over the fifty plus years of my life. It revealed that God was protecting me because He created me for a purpose. God created me to possess the vision.When the time came and I turned my life back over to Him, He opened my eyes. Looking back on it now, I am amazed at all the things that He did to protect me or get my attention. The simple truth is that I had been dancing through life not paying any attention.I did not recognize many of the wonderful truths that God had been showing me. In some cases I did not recognize them even after I returned to Him.This book tells how God has communicated with me over the course of my lifetime. It is a story of the past, the present, and the future. It is a story that has value for everyone. In it you will learn the spiritual truths of this world and the next. This means that you will learn about the realities of heaven and hell, the angels and the devil, the portrait of the bride and even the judgment to come, just as I did. It is a story of God giving me a purpose that came to me in a line upon line, precept upon precept manner, just like the Bible tells us. I have no recourse but to pass these understandings on to you so that you will know the truth also.So fasten your seat-belt. What you are about to read will include some of the most fascinating experiences you have ever heard. Many of the stories in this book may be difficult to believe because they span beyond the laws of nature as we know them, and yet they are true. Many of the stories are parables. They communicate a true earthly narrative that is easy to understand but they also contain a heavenly message. So be warned, you will be stepping into the supernatural quite often as you proceed through this book. These events may shock you and leave you mystified but my prayer is that when you finish this book you will also know how to possess the vision.
SEEKING JESUS 