A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

THE STENCH OF DEATH

In a series of prior postings, I have shared how a life-threatening illness sent me to the emergency room, where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. After the doctors did all they could and left for the night, my spirit left my body, and I drifted closer to death. I then journeyed to where I would experience the truth of our spiritual reality. I traveled through space and time to the Lake of Fire (also called the Second Death), where I swam with the other lost souls there, enduring unimaginable horrors. After a time, God removed me and transported me to Hell, where the devil confronted me. I experienced the incredible hatred that he had for me as he tried to destroy me there. Next, God delivered me to the Judgment Seat of Christ, and I heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, “Why should you live?”

But I made a promise to God that I would be better if He would work with me. The next thing that I knew was waking up in the ICU. I had lived through the night, but what was about to become apparent was that the battle for my life and soul was not over. 

The Stench of Death 

It was at this time that I noticed that I was a very different person than I had been before going into the hospital. Of course, I was very sick and, as a result, in a state of funk most of the time. But it was more than not feeling well. One thing in particular was my excessively vulgar speech. Vulgarities seemed to flow out of my mouth with every sentence I uttered, and for some reason, I did not seem to care. Nor was I concerned about who it offended. I spared no one from my offensive speech—not my mother, father, or children. Even doctors and nurses were daily victims of my foul remarks. Things like the simple notes that I wrote to people contained vulgarity. It was so bad that it was even clear to me that something was amiss. I wondered to myself, why am I saying such awful things? It was obvious to everyone that my language had changed. 

The stench of death was still all over me from my journey in the spiritual realms of death. Oh, I was alive and, in this world, but death and evil still covered me like a blanket. My mind was also affected. My thoughts were of sensual pleasures and flirting with nurses. These actions were incredible for someone who might die any minute. I remember thinking, what is wrong with you? You’re so sick you cannot stay awake for more than an hour at a time, and you are considering these absurd thoughts?

In addition, the devil’s physical attacks were about to resume. In my next posting, I will communicate how I fought for my life being unable to breathe.

If you would like to hear the details of all of this, please use the following hyperlinks:

• 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
• BIBLICAL VALIDATION OF MY EXPERIENCES IN HEAVEN AND HELL

Additionally, the physical attacks of the devil were about to resume. In my next posting, I will communicate how I almost died from not being able to breathe. 

Much love to you from Papa Joe. 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 Morning Star Rising on the First Day

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The Physical Impacts of Spiritual Attack

In a series of prior postings I have communicated how a life threatening illness sent me to the emergency room where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. Being close to death, my spirit left my body and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality. I travel to and swam in the Lake of Fire (also called the second death) where I experienced the unimaginable horrors. I then went into Hell where I was confronted by Satan and experienced the incredible hatred that he has for me. Next I traveled to the Judgment Seat of Christ and heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, “Why should you live?”

If you would like to hear the details of all of this please use the following hyperlinks:

The-Initial-Attack

The-Intensive-Care-Unit-and-the-Initial-Prognosis

Entering-the-Spiritual-Realm-of-Death

A-Journey-to-Golgotha

Inside-the-Lake-of-Fire-the-Second-death

Confronting-Satan-in-Hell

Judgment-Day

Reliving-my-sins-before-the-Judgment-Seat-of-Christ

Gods-Question-on-Judgment-Day

Opening-the-Books-on-Judgment-Day

Repentance-Brings-Salvation-Even-on-Judgment-Day

On day two of my hospital stay I could not have been any sicker. I remember thinking at this point that at least I was still alive. I spent the entire first week in the intensive care unit. Most of my time was spent sleeping—healing might be a better word. My doctors confirmed that my pancreas was the major problem. It had literally exploded by producing thousands of times the normal quantity of digestive enzymes. This over production caused such a great pressure on the inner lining of the pancreas, that it was pushed through the outer wall of the organ in much the same way an inner tube is forced through a weak spot in a bicycle tire. The doctors called the protrusion of the inner wall a pseudo-cyst. In addition, they considered it to be a very dangerous problem because it would eventually harden and break. In turn, this would result in the uncontrolled release of digestive enzymes into my blood which would have a disastrous effect on my body. The digestive properties of these enzymes are used by the body to digest dense proteins like meat and are not found anywhere else.

This is what had already happened. The pseudo-cysts had leaked extraordinarily high volumes of digestive enzymes into my bloodstream where they started to break down my body proteins. This must have been the reason for the numbness I felt. These pseudo cysts continued to slowly seep digestive enzymes into my system because my pancreas continued to over produce them. The result was that my blood, veins, arteries, muscles, nerves, organs, bones, and brain were disintegrating. Because of the continued over production of enzymes, my body remained under continuous attack.

My doctors told me that the pseudo-cysts danger was a ticking time bomb that would have to be defused before it was too late. Surgery was on their minds and in their hearts from the very beginning. But for now, I was not strong enough for any operation. My body needed to recover, and I needed to gain strength.

In the meantime, the doctors proceeded with a recovery strategy that focused on an abstinence from food. This approach was based on the fact that the pancreas is a digestive organ and only produces digestive enzymes when food is introduced. Through the elimination of food, my digestive system would be put to sleep and the over production of digestive enzymes would be stopped or slowed down considerably. This in turn would give my body time to cleanse itself of the toxins that were causing the damage. Throughout this process my blood was closely monitored to ensure that the enzyme levels were in a tolerable range. I made it through the first week without eating anything. After that, I was fed an IV sugar and vitamin solution.

The doctors said that this process was having the desired effect; my digestive system had been put to sleep, and I was gaining strength. While this was good news, I still felt very sick.

So at this point, we knew what the problem was and had a plan to address it. What we did not know was that the attacks were not over as I would suffer multiple setbacks while in the hospital over the next three months. I will tell you about these in subsequent postings as I present the chronological tale of events that transpired. But there is also a psychological impact from spiritual defeat. There was a stench of death that permeated by physical being and this is to be the subject of our next posting.

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