Category: Possess the Vision



The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

TWILIGHT ZONE EXPERIENCES

While growing up I enjoyed watching a television program called The Twilight Zone. It often presented stories of supposedly real life experiences that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Certainly, some of the stories I have already shared with you would qualify. Here is an experience that I had that would have been a good candidate for the Twilight Zone TV program.

A LIGHT IN THE NIGHT SKY AT FORT ORD

I was drafted into the army in July 1965 and went through basic training at Fort Knox, Kentucky. After this I was assigned to an infantry training unit at Fort Ord California, where I entered the Advanced Infantry Training (AIT) program.

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

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

The events that I will now describe took place near the end of my training program, probably November 1965.

While in the AIT program, I learned that everything was done in a pre-specified order and plan. Typically, we would get up between 3:00 and 5:00 a.m., exercise and have breakfast prior to commuting to our daily training facility. This training took place at a different location each day depending on what we had to learn. Some days we would march twenty miles to the training site, and other days we would be transported by truck. If we marched out, we were trucked back—if we were driven out, we marched back. Most training days contained both technical and applied aspects. The training component taught us what we would have to do. This was followed by practical hands-on exercises to gain experience. For example, we may get a lecture and demonstration on how to throw hand grenades. This would be followed by real life exercises on a range. After the training and exercises, we would return to our home base. We had physical exercise again prior to having dinner in the mess hall. By this time, it would be getting dark outside and night would engulf us.

This particular day was Wednesday, our laundry day. So, after dinner all of us would go down to the quartermaster to drop off our dirty laundry and pick up what we had turned in the previous week. I had returned to the billet, stored my clean clothes in my locker, and hung my dirty clothes bag on the end of my bunk. Almost everyone in our unit was going through this same process. By this time our day was gone and it was dark outside.

Just then, I looked through the window and noticed that the street outside of our building was lit up as if a high-powered spotlight was shining on it. As I watched from inside, the light became continuously brighter—like it was the middle of the day. It was then that I noticed beams of light streaming through the window that were so bright that I could see dust particles floating in the air.

The light looked something like this.

The light looked something like this.

I looked out through the window again and saw other soldiers on the street pointing their fingers toward the sky. Since I was unable to see anything from inside, I decided to go outside and take a look for myself.

I walked to an exit door at the other end of the building. There were a number of GI’s standing around the doorway, socializing. I said, “Excuse me guys, I would like to go outside and see what is going on.” But, they just kept talking and no one moved out of the way. It was as if they didn’t hear me. I thought that they were simply preoccupied in conversation so I started move through them by using my body weight and size. When I moved forward and pressed my weight directly into the first guy, I was shocked that I could not get him to budge an inch. I would have had better luck pressing against the building we occupied. I was so overwhelmed with this person’s strength that I took a step back to see if I could recognize him. When I looked at him all I noticed was that he was not moving. It was as if he was frozen stiff like a mannequin. This shocked me. I looked at his face. His eyes did not blink and they stared in one fixed direction. Then, I noticed that everything was quiet. I turned my head and took a look around the room. I looked at the other guys who were standing around the door and talking just a few seconds ago. They were frozen as well. I looked back down to the far end of the billet and everyone was completely motionless. It was as if time had stopped. I felt that I was in a DVD movie and some one pressed the pause button.

Suddenly, everything started moving again, just like someone pressed the play button. Talking resumed in mid-sentence. Everyone picked up where they had left off. I eventually worked my way to the door and outside. The bright light had retreated back into the sky and the light of day had turned back to darkness. Only a faint glow remained in the sky and it quickly vanished. I watched until it eventually faded away completely. It appeared to me that the bright light was moving straight up until it got so far away that it disappeared completely. I asked one of the guys standing on the porch what he had seen. He said that a glaring light had appeared in the sky and that it had come straight down toward earth, getting brighter as it drew closer. Then it had stopped moving and stayed suspended in motion for a while. When it began moving again it went straight up into the sky the way it came down.

I was perplexed that this happened without my knowing the reason. Why was I not frozen like the others? Or, was I? What could this have been and why? One possililty is that it could have been an angel coming down to Earth. The following scripture  made me believe that this may have been the case:

Matthew 28:2 – 4 And behold, there was a great earthquake; for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat on it. His counte- nance was like lightning, and his clothing as white as snow. And the guards shook for fear of him, and became like dead men.

One thing that I do know is that a life-changing event occurred just a day or so later.

I was called into the company commander’s office which was very unusual because for someone of my low rank it usually meant that you were in serious trouble. When I went into his office, he asked me if I knew that I had a Type 2 profile on my eyes. “Sir, I do not even know what a Type 2 profile means,” I responded. He explained that it meant that I was legally blind without glasses and as a result, I was unsuitable for combat and could not serve in an infantry unit.

When he told me this I remember thinking to myself, after ten weeks of this hell they somehow just figured this out? After all, my eyes were tested when I first entered the service. But this is how the army seemed to operate. At the time, it never dawned on me that I had just received a huge break. After all, the rest of my unit would most likely to be assigned to an infantry battalion in a few days and then be sent directly to Vietnam. But, I never got to find out. We parted ways that very day, and I never heard from any of them again.

So, certainly my fate could have been quite different. I would never have thought any more about this event if it had not been for its inclusion into my book entitled, “Possess the Vision.” In fact, I had never before made the potential connection between the events of that night and my removal from the infantry unit. Both events were very unusual and occurred within just a few days of each other. The first seemed like an angel must have come down from heaven, but for what purpose? The second event was the unexpected discovery that I could not serve in an infantry unit—one has to wonder why it occurred when it did. It is the time proximity that leads me to wonder if the two events could have been connected.

In most cases this type of association would be classified as a coincidence. It is only after reviewing all the other pieces reported in this blog that I began to see the big picture. By connecting all the circumstantial evidence, it appears that God had been intervening and protecting me all along. So why not in this case as well?

For example, remember the prior section that covered, ‘A Dream of Being as Strong as Superman,’ and the ‘A Premonition of an Automobile Accident,’ and Thea warning of the brick wall in the post, ‘God Warns of Danger then Protects?’ These were all warnings but they were also followed by interventions. In one case the speeding car stopped, in another I pulled my head away, and in the third, the stalled car started on the last turn of the starter. In this case I avoided being sent to Vietnam Nam, most likely as a part of the 4th Infantry division which took almost a third of that war’s casualties.

So, I see this as God’s intervention once again.

Prase to you, Lord Jesus!


The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

 THE ESP EXPERIENCES

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

A DAY OF TRAGEDY

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

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

paradox

Floating up from my bed.

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

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

Woman standing under the street lights.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pray for peace!


 

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

 

THE ESP EXPERIENCES

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

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 to tall and there was nothing to grab on to, so I could not find a way over it either.

Now if this was an isolated experience it most likely would have been long forgotten. However this was not the case as this dream kept repeating, as if it were in one big loop in which I just kept searching, over and over again for a way past the wall.

In addition to this I had this same dream sequence repeated over and over again for the next several months as well. 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. All of this was a mystery to me as I had never seen a wall like this one and I had no idea why it may have been important to me. My innocents however, was about to change.

One summer evening I joined up 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 the great laugh on me in the bogeyman story. One exception was that one of the boys had an older brother there who had just acquired a new car. In the course of our conversation the big brother 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 did I would not have gone. I found out later that Hastings street was considered to be the black cultural center of Detroit. It was famous for its bars and restaurants and it’s Jazz music. It was known as a place where a person could get what ever one wanted. In addition, it was a black neighborhood where the residents all knew each other and they were always cautious about strangers.  

But the other boys all wanted to go and not knowing any better, I simply jumped in the car for what I thought would be a fun ride. As we were in route the older brother 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. There were some just milling around, I’m not sure why,  others were walking, presumably going somewhere. There were women in provocative clothes standing on street corners and under streetlights. I didn’t know what this meant at the time either. We drove by bars that had their doors propped open and we could hear loud blues and jazz music as we passed by. I also remember that we passed a police car that had four officers in it. One of the kids said it was the big four, who had a reputation for toughness. So this part of town required Detroit’s toughest police.

The musician John Lee Hooker on Hasting Street

Shortly after we passed the police, our totally sauced driver started singing in a very loud voice, “Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes.” 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 an obviously 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 despite the fact that the other boys were shouting at him to quit and telling him quite emphatically to shut up. The next thing I knew, the other boys in the car were threatening him with violence stating that they would all jump on him and beat him if he didn’t stop.

While all of this was happening the car came to a red light and we stopped and waited for it to turn green so that we could get out of there. When the light changed and we had started across the intersection I saw it through the windshield. A chill went down my spine as the car slowed down before the red brick wall that blocked the entire roadway. It was exactly like the red brick wall of my dream, and I suspected that there was no around this one either. We then attempted a u-turn in the road but the car had a manual transmission, and the driver was having difficulty in making the turn. As we were about halfway through the turning process, I could see men coming out of the buildings and out of the alleys in front of the wall. More than that, they had baseball bats, lumber, and tire irons in their hands. They seemed to be coming at us from several directions. 

In the meantime, our drunk driver stalled the car just after he had turned it around in the direction back to the light. He quickly attempted the starter. Although the engine turned over and over again, it did not start. Then the starter began to slow down, indicating the battery was losing power. All the while, the groups of angry men were getting closer. Then a horrible thought came to me—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 it was flooded. We had the driver put the accelerator to the floor to correct the situation and listened as the engine turned progressively slower. Then what we hoped would not happen became a reality, the engine stopped turning and all we could hear was the clicking sound of the solenoid indicating that the battery lacked the power to turn the engine over anymore. Then for some reason the engine turned over one more turn and roared to a full speed start. Our driver, now very sober, dropped the shifter down into first gear and we peeled away. 

The angry men were now running alongside and behind the car. Several of them were slamming the car 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.  In addition, 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 prior blogs and look for the ones to come and you will come to see how God works.

God bless you and keep you always.


 

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

THE ESP EXPERIENCES

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

God bless

Papa Joe

 


The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

THE ESP EXPERIENCES

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

I DREAM THAT I WAS LIKE A SUPERMAN

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

superman stops a car

superman stops a car

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

flying saucer toy

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

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

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

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

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

 

Jesus is the Light of the Wordl

Jesus is the Light of the World

 


The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

This experience occurred prior to the time that I started grade school. My sister Kathy and I were playing in our front yard. Not far away, a number of older neighborhood boys were just hanging out on our next door neighbor’s lawn. I guess the boys became bored and decided to have some fun with us by taking advantage of our youth and inexperience. They achieved this by telling us scary stories about the bogeyman. I did not buy into any of their stories and defiantly told them that there was no such thing as a bogeyman.

They countered with personal assurances that they were witnesses to each of the stories they told. When that proved to be unconvincing, they provided more stories that were even scarier than the first ones. I continued my defiance by simply restating my assertion that there was no such thing as a bogeyman. Seemingly unimpressed, these boys called my bluff. They told me that the bogeyman was hiding between two of the houses near the end of the block. They assured me that if I had the courage to go down and take a look for myself, I would find the bogeyman waiting there for me. I was very scared; after all, perhaps they were right. I resisted their challenge at first, but after they taunted me with words like, chicken and fraidy cat, and used a few other words I did not understand at the time, I decided to go and look for myself.

Being quite frightened, I took precautionary tactics. I thought that if there was a bogeyman between the houses that he must be hiding so that he could capture me if I got close enough. So, I formulated a plan in my head where I would run across the street on a diagonal in order to get a view from a safe distance on the other side of the street. I knew that I had to start immediately so that the bogeyman, if it existed, would not have any time to prepare for my arrival and capture me. So, without any hesitation I bolted out into the street running with my head down as fast as I could. Much to my surprise, I could hear my sister running right behind me. When I got to the targeted position where I could see between the houses from across the street, I stopped and quickly turned for a look. To my horror there it was, right where the neighbor boys said. It was hiding between the houses, hunched over because it was taller than the peaks of the roofs. It was waiting for unsuspecting kids like my sister and I to come by so that it could pounce and devour them. Its general shape was very much like the dinosaur, Tyrannosaurus Rex. It just stood there stooped over between the building looking at me in obvious anger and disgust. It was apparently unwilling to come out from between the houses to get us.

I lost all control and started screaming in horror. I was flailing my arms in the air and running back across the street as fast as my legs would carry me. I could hear my sister screaming as she followed behind me. Since I ran with reckless abandon, keeping my head down, I was shocked at what I found when we finally arrived back to our starting point. The boys who induced us into this adventure were literally lying on their backs on the ground as they were laughing so hard that they could no longer stand. There they lay, holding their aching stomachs in pain due to the extended laughter.

My first reaction was that they believed their deception had worked. But, I also thought that they did not know what I knew—that there was a devil just down the block and that it was waiting for innocent kids like me. What they had projected in apparent jest, turned out to be the truth.

I did not tell this story to anyone for almost fifty years. How could I? People would think that I was nuts. In fact, it never would have been told if it was an isolated event, but it was not an isolated event, as you will soon find out. Rather, it was a warning of the truth that the devil is real and is out to destroy us and the purpose for which God created us.

This experience turned out to be a warning from God. A warning that there was an evil monster out there that sought my life. A warning that spiritual warfare was coming my way weather I was ready or not. In retrospect, I should have heeded this warning but I did not, and had to suffer the horrifying consequences.  I will tell you about each of these experiences in subsequent postings.

However, please do not make the same mistake I did by believing the evil reality of the devil’s existence is simply a myth. Be careful of what you believe, and be cautious about the choices that you make because your life hangs in the balance. Seek God and follow his guiding.

May God’s blessings be upon you!


The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

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.

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

One of the important traditions our family kept was our frequent visits to my grandmother’s house. I remember one such occasion when I was probably three or four years of age. For some reason my uncle set out to test my intelligence. To accomplish this, he held a new shiny dime in one hand and a new 1943 penny in the other. The unique characteristic of the 1943 penny was that it was made of steel, not copper like other pennies, apparently due to the shortage of copper during the war. These pennies when new were just as shiny and bright as a new dime. Here is a picture of one of these penny’s that will give you an idea of just how much they looked like a dime.

1943 Steel Penny photo: 1943 Steel Penny SteelPenny.jpg

He held the dime between his right thumb and forefinger and the penny between his left thumb and forefinger. He carefully explained that the dime was much more valuable than the penny (although I was not sure of what this meant.) He then placed them both directly in front of my face and asked me to choose the
one I wanted.

Initially, I reached for the dime based on what he told me. But when my hand moved toward it, he moved the penny closer to me and then jiggled it back and forth in front of my face. The penny flashed streams of light before my eyes when he did this. My thoughts were that the penny seemed to be much more fun than the
dime. I picked it out of his hand.

He rushed to proclaim my stupidity to everyone else in room, stating that I would never amount to anything. I felt duped and betrayed. I became extremely angry at my uncle. In fact, I wanted to punch my uncle right in the nose and teach him a lesson about playing such a cruel trick on me. But then, somehow I knew that it would do me no good, so I held back.

In retrospect, this event was just a precursor to the truth that life would always present me with choices. Some bad choices would look good and some good choices would look undesirable. It would be up to me to discern the truth and make the right choice and receive the best possible reward. I was beginning to find out that poor choices would result in paying the consequences. As you read on you will find that much of this book is dedicated to communicating the horrible consequences of my poor choices as well as the wonderful rewards for the wise choices I made in my life. These stories communicate the spiritual truth of the world around us.

Please note that even Jesus was tempted and had to make choices that were pleasing to the Father.

Jesus is Tempted on the Mountain

Jesus is Tempted on the Mountain

So the lesson here is that there are misguided people in the world that will
attempt to deceive the children of God and destroy our creditability. In order to protect ourselves we must have spiritual discernment because the proper choices in life are critical to our overall welfare, our relationship with God and ultimately, our salvation. Anyone seeking guidance in this regard, may find the following series of hyperlinks very helpful. I pray that Jesus enlighten your pathway.

Love,

Papa Joe

 

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The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

I have discided to publish major sections of my book entitled; “Possess the Vision”. I believe that reading them will be an eye-opening blessing for you. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

FROM THE BEGINNING

 

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 seatbelt. 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.

DAD COMES HOME

I do not know exactly how old I was when my dad came home from World War II. I probably was less than two years old. This would make the time of his return either the summer of 1945 or 1946. The experience that was about to unfold was so memorable that I can still see it in my mind as if it were a full color motion picture. More incredible is that a child of such a tender age could remember anything in such detail. Perhaps some of the parts were added from other experiences as I grew up, or perhaps my mother told me the story in my youth and added the details. I cannot explain how I can remember all of these things from so long ago.

 

My mother and I waited expectantly at the front door of our home on a nice summer day. The front door was open, and I was standing at the wooden screen. It had a solid twenty-four inch base at the bottom that offered me a degree of stability as I looked out toward the street. Mom was to my left side. She was holding onto the door handle to ensure that I did not jar it open. She had been talking to me for quite some time about my daddy coming home, and this was the expected day. So, we were there looking for him. Then, suddenly she said in an excited tone of voice, “There’s your daddy.” I looked down the street through the screen. Sure enough, there was a straight and tall man walking toward us on the sidewalk. He was dressed in a Marine Corps dress blue uniform. It was a dark royal blue and was trimmed with a white belt. He had two stripes on his sleeves and combat ribbons on his chest. He had a white Marine hat on his head. He looked very strong. I remember that he had a deep tan. Later in life, he told me it was a South Pacific tan. He had a dazzling white smile that contrasted so well with his dark complexion. In addition, his hat was tilted slightly to the right side in such a way that conveyed,

I’m special.” His walk had a spring in it as he moved confidently in my direction. As I watched him approach, my mother kept repeating, “There’s your daddy, there’s your daddy.” When he arrived at our walkway, he turned and sprang up the steps onto the porch. Mom opened the door. They wrapped their arms around one another in a huge embrace, kissed, and swayed back and forth.

 

I remember standing between them and watching from below. I leaned my body back as I looked straight up at my parents. They towered over me. I remember standing there looking at them for what seemed to be a very long time. I started thinking, what about me? I was contemplating tugging on my dad’s trousers to get his attention. Suddenly, he looked down at me, bent over, and picked me up. I then received the recognition for which I was waiting. I was a part of the hugging party. My dad was home!

A LEAP OF FAITH

One day not long after my father’s arrival home, a very unusual event occurred. My dad was taking care of me while I ate lunch in my high chair. I did not like sitting still. My dad was all the way on the other side of the kitchen when I squeezed out of my seat and stood up on the high chair tray. I was very excited about my ability to achieve this feat and started jumping up and down. When my dad saw me, he froze. I grinned and jumped once more just for fun. He said, “Don’t you dare.” For some reason, I thought it would be great amusement to jump and have my dad catch me. There was no doubt in my mind that he would catch me. So, I jumped from the tray as if it were a game. After taking a few quick steps, my dad dove for me, slid on the floor and caught me just in time to keep me from being seriously injured. It would seem that I had a natural trust in my father’s ability from the very beginning.

A CRUEL TRICK

One of the important traditions our family kept was our frequent visits to my grandmother’s house. I remember one such occasion when I was older. My uncle was testing my intelligence. To accomplish this, he held a new shiny dime in one hand and a new 1943 penny in the other. The unique characteristic of the 1943 penny was that it was made of steel, not copper like other pennies. It was apparently due to the shortage of copper during the war. These pennies when new were just as shiny and bright as a new dime. He held the dime between his right thumb and forefinger and the penny between his left thumb and forefinger. He carefully explained that the dime was much more valuable than the penny. He then placed them both directly in front of my face and asked me to choose the one I wanted.

 

Initially, I reached for the dime based on what he told me. But when my hand moved toward it, he moved the penny closer to me and then jiggled it back and forth in front of my face. The penny flashed streams of light before my eyes when he did this. My thoughts were that the penny seemed to be much more fun than the dime. I picked it out of his hand. He rushed to proclaim my stupidity to everyone else in room, stating that I would never amount to anything. I felt duped and betrayed. I became extremely angry at my uncle. In fact, I wanted to punch my uncle right in the nose and teach him a lesson about playing such a cruel trick on me. But then, somehow I knew that it would do me no good, so I held back.

 

In retrospect, this event was just a precursor to the truth that life would always present me with choices. Some bad choices would look good and some good choices would look undesirable. It would be up to me to discern the truth and make the right choice and receive the best possible reward. I was beginning to find out that poor choices would result in paying the consequences. As you read on you will find that much of this book is dedicated to communicating the horrible consequences of my poor choices as well as the wonderful rewards for the wise choices I made in my life. These stories communicate the spiritual truth of the world around us.

A TERRIFYING MEMORY

This next event occurred prior to the time that I started grade school. My sister, Kathy, and I were playing in our front yard. Not far away, a number of older neighborhood boys were just hanging out on our next door neighbor’s lawn. I guess the boys became bored and decided to have some fun with us by taking advantage of our youth and inexperience. They achieved this by telling us scary stories about the bogeyman. I did not buy into any of their stories and defiantly told them that there was no such thing as a bogeyman.

 

They countered with personal assurances that they were witnesses to each of the stories they told. When that proved to be unconvincing, they provided more stories that were even scarier than the first ones. I continued my defiance by simply restating my assertion that there was no such thing as a bogeyman. Seemingly unimpressed, these boys called my bluff. They told me that the bogeyman was hiding between two of the houses near the end of the block. They assured me that if I had the courage to go down and take a look for myself, I would find the bogeyman waiting there for me. I was very scared; after all, perhaps they were right. I resisted their challenge at first, but after they taunted me with words like, chicken and fraidy cat, and used a few other words I did not understand at the time, I decided to go and look for myself.

 

Being quite frightened, I took precautionary tactics. I thought that if there was a bogeyman between the houses that he must be hiding so that he could capture me if I got close enough. So, I formulated a plan in my head where I would run across the street on a diagonal in order to get a view from a safe distance on the other side of the street. I knew that I had to start immediately so that the bogeyman, if it existed, would not have any time to prepare for my arrival and capture me. So, without any hesitation I bolted out into the street running with my head down as fast as I could. Much to my surprise, I could hear my sister running right behind me. When I got to the targeted position where I could see between the houses from across the street, I stopped and quickly turned for a look. To my horror there it was, right where the neighbor boys said. It was hiding between the houses, hunched over because it was taller than the peaks of the roofs. It was waiting for unsuspecting kids like my sister and I to come by so that it could pounce and devour them. Its general shape was very much like the dinosaur, Tyrannosaurus Rex. It just stood there stooped over between the building looking at me in obvious anger and disgust. It was apparently unwilling to come out from between the houses to get us.

 

I lost all control and started screaming in horror. I was flailing my arms in the air and running back across the street as fast as my legs would carry me. I could hear my sister screaming as she followed behind me. Since I ran with reckless abandon, keeping my head down, I was shocked at what I found when we finally arrived back to our starting point. The boys who induced us into this adventure were literally lying on their backs on the ground. They were laughing so hard that they could no longer stand. There they lay, holding their aching stomachs in pain due to the extended laughter.

 

My first reaction was that they believed their deception had worked. But, I also thought that they did not know what I knew—that there was a devil just down the block and that it was waiting for innocent kids like me. What they had projected in apparent jest, turned out to be the truth.

 

I did not tell this story to anyone for almost fifty years. How could I? People would think that I was nuts. In fact, it never would have been told if it was an isolated event. It was definitely not an isolated event, as you will soon find out. Rather, it was a warning of the truth that the devil is real and is out to destroy us and the purpose for which God created us. I should have heeded this warning of truth about the devil. Unfortunately I did not and had to suffer the consequences that are described later. Please do not make the same mistake I did. Be careful of what you believe, and be cautious about the choices that you make because your life hangs in the balance.

THE ESP EXPERIENCES

After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some would call these strange experiences extrasensory perception (ESP). For example, I would dream things that would come true and know things that were to happen before they occurred. Here are a couple of examples.

I DREAM THAT I WAS LIKE A SUPERMAN

One night I had a dream that I was standing in the middle of the street. 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 feel like—knowing that you can muster unmatchable power and that there is nothing that can defeat you. In this dream, I truly felt invincible.

 

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. This toy could actually fly when a string was pulled. The spinning motion would create lift that launched the saucer up into the sky. We were having a great time chasing it and trying to catch it. 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. I was not paying much attention to where I was going.

 

My friend’s mother was there. She shouts 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. It was then that I could hear my friend’s mom screaming for me to come back. I turned and looked up the street. You won’t believe it, but 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 locked brakes. The car hit my hands as it slid to a stop. Unlike the 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. 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 it could be? 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 the situation 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.

PREMONITION OF AN AUTOMOBILE ACCIDENT

My mom and dad would take us to visit my aunt’s family from time to time. We looked forward to these trips because we got to play with cousins our age. Their house was about an hour’s drive across town. We were driving home late at night after one of our visits. I was quite tired and trying to get some sleep in the back seat.

I had my head propped up against the interior on the driver’s side.

 

Just as I started to doze off, I awoke with a start. I sensed that a car was about to crash into us at the precise point where my head was resting. Thinking that I was being silly, I ignored the sensation and tried to go back to sleep. I experienced the same thing several times before I told 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.

 

However, I could not stop the urge to pull my head away from the car. Just as I foretold, an auto came crashing into the side of us. The point of impact was exactly where my head had been resting just a second before. The accident was minor, and no one was hurt. I had to wonder about the outcome if I had not pulled my head away at the last second. The jolt of the collision was substantial. So, who knows what had been avoided. I suppose I could have sustained major injury to my head or neck. In this case, I heeded the warning and made the right choice. Still, I wondered about where these warnings were coming from and why.

A BRICK WALL

When I was about ten years old, I had a dream where I came to a red brick wall that blocked my path. In the dream, I was very frustrated. I searched for a way through or around the wall but could find none. I searched along the base of the wall in one direction and found only a dead end. Then, I searched for a way around the other side only to find another blind alley. I contemplated how I might be able to go over the wall. But, I could not find a way over it either. In my dream, I just kept searching and searching, over and over again for a way past the wall, but I found none. I had the dream multiple times over the course of several months. I had no idea about the reason for the dream. Often, the dream would last most of the night. It ended when I awoke, still trying to find a way to the other side.

 

One evening I joined up with some of the kids in the neighborhood who were just hanging out down the street. Interestingly, some of these kids were the ones who had the great laugh on me in the bogeyman story. An exception was that one of the boys had an older brother who was present. We were just standing around and talking about various things when the older brother suggested that we all go down to Hastings Street.

 

I was the youngest one there and had no idea what Hastings Street was all about or why anyone might want to go there. Much later in life I found out that it was one of the worst areas in Detroit. Lawlessness and crime were commonplace on Hastings Street. You could say that I had no idea what was in store. The other boys all wanted to go. So, I jumped in the older brother’s car for what I thought would be a nice ride. As we drove along, the older brother started to take big gulps from a bottle of 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 was looking out through the car windows. I saw large groups of people walking and hanging out on the street. There were women in fancy clothes standing on the street corners and under streetlights. There were bars with their doors propped open and loud music spewed out. I remember that we passed a police car that had four officers in it. One of the kids said it was the big four. They had a reputation for toughness. Suddenly, the totally sauced driver started to sing in a very loud voice, “Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes.” Being very amused with himself, he let go with a loud belly laugh. Then he rolled down his window, hung his head out and sang again, “Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes” with 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 since this was the wrong part of town for a white boy to be saying such things. There seemed to be no way to stop him either. He just kept repeating his homemade song and laughing over and over again. The other boys were shouting at him and telling him to shut up but he continued. The next thing I knew, the boys threatened him with violence and promised that they would all jump on him and beat him if he didn’t stop. All of this took place while the car was at a red light. We were nervously waiting for it to change to green so that we could move again. It was after the light changed and we had started across the intersection that I saw it through the windshield.

 

A chill went down my spine as the car started to slow down. Before us was a red brick wall that blocked the entire roadway. It was the red brick wall of my dream, the one that I could not find a way around. In reality, there was obviously no way out either. We made a u-turn in the road. The car had a manual transmission, and the driver was having difficulty in making the turn. As we were about halfway through the turning process, I could see men coming out of the buildings and out of the alleys in front of the wall. More than that, they had baseball bats, lumber, and tire irons in their hands. They seemed to be coming at us from several directions.

 

In the meantime, our drunk driver stalled the car just after he had turned it around in the direction back to the light. He quickly attempted the starter. Although the engine turned over and over again, it did not start. The car groaned, and the starter began to slow down, indicating the battery was losing power. All the while, the groups of angry men were getting closer. Then a horrible thought came to me—it was possible we could all die here and no one would ever know what happened. Just when everyone was about to give up hope, the engine started, seemingly on its last turn. Our driver, now very sober, dropped the shifter down into first gear and we peeled away.

 

The angry men were now running alongside and behind the car. Several of them were slamming the car with their weapons. The sounds of the attack were quite horrific. The car finally started pulling away from the mob. 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. We must always be careful of the decisions and choices we make, even when we make them out of innocence.

A DAY OF TRAGEDY

Then something really extraordinary happened to me just after I was out of high school. I was still living at home with my mom and dad and was delivering pizzas at night for a living. I did not have a car, so I walked to work every day at about four o’clock in the afternoon and back home 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, there was a guilty feeling down in my gut. I had experienced these feelings before but I only got them when I did something very wrong to someone. That was not the case here. This was a much larger emptiness than I had ever felt. It was like an enormous injustice had been done.

 

When I got home from work that night, I remember being exhausted. I went straight upstairs to my room and went to bed. It was then that a phenomenal thing began to happen. As I was dozing off to sleep, I suddenly awoke with a sensation that my legs were floating off the bed and into the air. I was quite startled, and I sat up in bed and touched my hands to my legs to ensure that, yes, they were still there. I rationalized that this must have been part of a dream. I decided to ignore the floating sensation and go back to sleep. So, I bedded down a second time, intent on getting some desperately needed sleep. I dozed off again, only to wake up with another strange sensation. My entire body had been lifted two feet above my bed. I sat up immediately, found myself in bed and thought, this is crazy. You are extremely tired, and you are probably catching a cold or flu. You need to ignore these weird sensations and get some badly needed sleep. So, I made a third attempt to sleep. This time when I started floating up off my bed, I just ignored it hoping that it would go away. I was very determined not to be deprived of any more sleep.

 

But, the sensations did not go away. My body not only floated up off my bed, it passed effortlessly through the roof of the house as well. My ascent continued rapidly into the sky and passed through a cloud layer. Eventually, I stopped traveling straight up and started moving in a direction parallel to the earth. I continued on this course for quite some time. As I traveled through the night sky, I felt the air getting warmer. This meant to me that I must have been traveling south. 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. It had no windows that I could see from my perspective. In addition, I saw streetlights arrayed in a straight line in front of the building and parallel to the curb. Each streetlight was made of metal and curled over at the top. They were similar in shape to a candy cane.

 

Then, I saw a woman standing beneath one of the street lights. Her head was down, and she was sobbing uncontrollably. As I hovered above her I watched her. I felt great compassion for this grieving person. I started to wonder what was wrong and if I might be able to help her in some way. I also wondered if she could hear me if I spoke. Then, I wondered if I could even speak. I finally decided that I had nothing to lose and gave it a try but nothing came out. It was as if there was not enough air for my voice to speak. I contemplated abandoning my effort to speak but decided instead to try in a louder voice. This time it worked and I said to her, “What is wrong lady?” and watched. She did not respond but kept sobbing as if she did not hear me. Then, I thought perhaps I was right; she will not be able to hear me. I tried again anyway, this time speaking in an even louder voice, “Why are you 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 was transported back to my bed. I was sitting straight up and was thoroughly soaked in sweat. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought it might explode. I was breathing like I had just run a four-minute mile. I looked around my room only to find that I was alone in the dark. I sat there for several minutes waiting for my body to wind back down to normal. I did not know what to think about this encounter. The thought of the president being killed seemed to me a very improbable thing. I admired President Kennedy, and I believed that he was doing good things for our country. So, I guess that this was something that I did not want to accept. Once again, I rationalized that although this outof-body experience seemed very realistic it, nevertheless, must have been a bad dream so I went back to sleep.

 

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

 

When I arrived at the pizza place I entered through the back door, which led to the kitchen. The owner was there watching television as I entered the room. He seemed extremely angry as he shouted at me, “Do you know what those crazy people did today?” I thought to myself, oh no. For it dawned on me that I certainly did know. Being horror stricken, I muttered, “They killed the president.” His mood turned quizzical. He asked me how I knew 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. I do not know why or how this happened to me. Was there something that I could have done to change things? I don’t think so. Perhaps just telling the story is sufficient. Or, perhaps there is more to this than meets the eye. After all, the woman under the street light said, “They killed the president.”

To this day I believe that the American people have been deceived by our government about many things that went on during this time. I should also state that I have many other concerns about our government, and that many of them are addressed in the vision statement that will be presented to you later in the book.

TWILIGHT ZONE EXPERIENCES

While growing up I enjoyed watching a television program called The Twilight Zone. It often presented stories of supposedly real life experiences that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Certainly, some of the stories I have shared would qualify. Here are others that occurred as I entered adulthood.

A LIGHT IN THE NIGHT SKY AT FORT ORD

I was drafted into the army in July 1965 and went through basic training at Fort Knox, Kentucky. After this I was assigned to an infantry training unit at Fort Ord, California where I entered the Advanced Infantry Training (AIT) program. The events that I will now describe took place near the end of my training program, around November 1965.

 

While in the AIT program, I learned that everything was done in a pre-specified order and plan. Typically, we would get up between 3:00 and 5:00 a.m., exercise and have breakfast prior to commuting to our daily training facility. This training took place at a different location each day depending on what we had to learn. Some days we would march twenty miles to the training site, and other days we would be transported by truck. If we marched out, we were trucked back—if we were driven out, we marched back. Most training days contained both technical and applied aspects. The training component taught us what we would have to do. This was followed by practical hands-on exercises to gain experience. For example, we may get a lecture and demonstration on how to throw hand grenades. This would be followed by real life exercises on a range. After the training and exercises, we would return to our home base. We had physical exercise again prior to having dinner in the mess hall. By this time, it would be getting dark outside and night would engulf us.

 

This particular day was Wednesday, our laundry day. So, after dinner all of us would go down to the quartermaster to drop off our laundry and pick up what we had turned in the previous week. I had returned to the billet, stored my clean clothes in my locker, and hung my dirty clothes bag on the end of my bunk. Almost everyone in our unit was going through this same process.

 

Just then, I looked through the window and noticed that the street outside of our building was lit up as if a high-powered spotlight was shining on it. As I watched from inside, the light became continuously brighter—like it was the middle of the day. It was then that I noticed beams of light streaming through the window. They were so bright that I could see dust particles floating in the air. I looked out through the window again and saw other soldiers on the street pointing their fingers toward the sky. Since I was not able to see anything, I decided to go outside and take a look for myself. I walked to an exit door at the other end of the building. There were a number of GI’s standing around the doorway, socializing. I said, “Excuse me guys, I would like to go outside and see what is going on.” But, they just kept talking and no one moved. It was as if they didn’t hear me. I decided that they were just reoccupied in conversation. I started to push my way through. When I moved forward and pressed my weight directly into the first guy, I was shocked that I could not get him to budge an inch. I would have had better luck pressing against the building we occupied.

 

I was so overwhelmed with this person’s strength that I took a step back to see if I could recognize him. When I looked at him all I noticed was that he was not moving. It was as if he was frozen stiff2 like a mannequin. This shocked me. I looked at his face. His eyes did not blink, but stared in one fixed direction. Then, I noticed that everything was quiet. I turned my head and took a look around the room. I looked at the other guys who were standing around the door and talking just a few seconds ago. They were frozen as well. I looked back down to the far end of the billet. Everyone was motionless. It was as if time had stopped. It was like the freeze frame feature of a DVD that allows the viewer to see a single frame of a movie as if it were a picture, capturing people in mid-stride.

 

Suddenly, everything started moving again, just like someone pressed the play button. Talking resumed in mid-sentence. Everyone picked up where they had left off. I eventually worked my way to the door and outside. The bright light had retreated back into the sky and the light of day had turned back to darkness. Only a faint glow remained in the sky and it quickly vanished. I watched until it eventually faded away. It appeared to me that the bright light was moving straight up until it got so far away that it disappeared completely.

 

I asked one of the guys standing on the porch what he had seen. He said that a glaring light had appeared in the sky and that it had come straight down toward earth, getting brighter as it drew closer. Then it had stopped moving and stayed suspended in motion for a while. When it began moving again it went straight up into the sky the way it came down.

 

I am perplexed that this happened without my knowing the reason. Why was I not frozen like the others? Or, was I? What could this have been and why? One thing that I do know is that a life-changing event occurred just a day or so later.

 

I was called into the company commander’s office. This was very unusual because for someone of my low rank it usually meant that you were in serious trouble. When I went into his office, he asked me if I knew that I had a Type 2 profile on my eyes. “Sir, I do not even know what a Type 2 profile means,” I responded. He explained that it meant that I was legally blind without glasses. As a result, I was unsuitable for combat and could not serve in an infantry unit. When he told me this I remember thinking to myself, after eight weeks of this training they somehow just figured this out? After all, my eyes were tested when I first entered the service.

But this is how the army seemed to operate. At the time, it never dawned on me that I had just received a huge break. After all, the rest of my unit would most likely to be assigned to an infantry battalion in a few days and then be sent directly to Vietnam. But, I never got to find out. We parted ways that very day, and I never heard from any of them again. So, certainly my fate could have been quite different.

 

I would never have thought any more about this event if it had not been for its inclusion into this book. In fact, I had never before made the potential connection between the events of that night and my removal from the infantry unit. Both events were very unusual and occurred within just a few days of each other. The first seemed like an angel must have come down from heaven, but for what purpose? The second event was the unexpected discovery that I could not serve in an infantry unit—one has to wonder why it occurred when it did. It is the time proximity that leads me to wonder if the two events could have been connected. In most cases this type of association would be classified as a coincidence. It is only after reviewing all the other pieces of this book that I began to see the big picture. By connecting all the circumstantial evidence, it appears that God had been intervening and protecting me all along. So why not in this case as well?

 

For example, remember the prior section that covered my dreams of being like a Superman, the premonition of the automobile accident, and the warning of the brick wall? These were all warnings but they were also followed by interventions. In one case the speeding car stopped, in another I pulled my head away, and in the third, the stalled car started on the last turn of the starter. You will learn of more events of this type as you continue through the book.

A GUARDIAN ANGEL

I was progressing very well in a computer programming career in the mid 1970’s. I had a good job working for a large Fortune 500 company. It was headquartered in New York City, but I was working at its technology office in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Because many of the departments that I supported were in the headquarters building, I had to travel to Manhattan quite frequently to meet with business associates. On one of these trips, I had arrived at La Guardia Airport, deplaned, and was walking down the concourse toward the baggage claim area. As I walked along, I could not help but notice that there was quite an argument going on between a couple behind me. They were shouting at each other. I turned to look back. One was a very attractive young woman and the other was either her boyfriend or husband. They were shouting so loud that everyone was turning around to look. Eventually, the woman broke off the argument. She said, “That’s it, we are through.” She stormed away from the man, walking off at an extremely fast pace, leaving him behind.

 

I turned around and started walking toward the exit but was slowed by the heavy bag that I had carried on the plane. I could hear her heels clicking on the airport floor as she was catching up with me from behind. As she passed me, she gave me a look with an inviting smile and motioned with her head in a gesture that said, in effect, follow me. She walked past me at a rapid pace and made a right turn at the concourse intersection, toward the baggage claim area. I had no checked luggage and had planned to go straight to the taxi stand.

 

But, I stopped for a moment at the intersection of the concourses and watched her walk very energetically toward the baggage claim area. Just then, I noticed there was a man standing right in front of me, directly in the path I had planned to take toward the taxi stand. He surprised me because I did not see him coming in my direction. He said, “Hello, Joe.” He surprised me again because even though I looked at him closely, I did not recognize him. He was moderately tall and thin, wore a trench coat over a suit with a vest and tie. He held a leather briefcase in his right hand. Being puzzled I asked, “Do I know you?” His response was not what I expected either. He simply said, “You don’t know me?” in a questioning voice. Well, I became a bit irritated because this guy had put me on the spot. He could have just said I am Fred or whatever and we met… Feeling I had been had in a game of cat and mouse I curtly blurted out, “Who are you?” There was no immediate reply.

 

While I was waiting for an answer, I turned toward the baggage claim to see the woman pick up her bag, and the man rejoin her and reengage in the argument as they headed for the exit. I had only turned away from the man in front of me for a brief moment. But, when I turned back he was gone. I looked down the corridor in each direction but he had simply disappeared. The corridor was so big that it did not seem possible that he could have walked to any location without my seeing him. It was not like I could have lost him in a crowd, because there were just not that many people around at the time. In addition, there were no places to quickly turn into where I could have missed him. He had just vanished into thin air. Who was this person who knew my name? Why would he have fled after having taken the time to stop and talk to me? Was someone trying to protect me from making a very stupid decision again? It did not dawn on me then that this might be the case. Only after putting all of these incidents together in this book did I realize that someone had been protecting me all the time.

SIGNIFICANCE TO THE VISION

This chapter presents a clear communication that God was warning me of danger and protecting me from harm. What started out as a nice way for the author to introduce himself to the reader became very much more. As strange as it may seem, this chapter uncovers a solid foundational base for the vision. The following affirmations support this foundation.

 

We have a heavenly Father who loves us and cares for us.

If we put all of our trust in Him, He will protect us from all harm.

He is an all powerful and all knowing God who will use His capabilities to the benefit of His children.

There are misguided people in the world that will attempt to deceive us and destroy our creditability.

Our spiritual discernment and choices in life are critical to our overall welfare and our relationship with God.

The devil is real and that he hates us and seeks to destroy our potential in this life.

 

But I was not paying attention to any of this. I made a choice to disbelieve what God had shown me, and God was going to let me experience the truth for myself.

 

1. John 20:13 Then they said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping?” She said to them, “Because they have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid Him.”

2. Matthew 28:2 – 4 And behold, there was a great earthquake; for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat on it. His countenance was like lightning, and his clothing as white as snow. And the guards shook for fear of him, and became like dead men.

 

 


The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

THE PROPHESY OF PROVISION

 Just a few days later, our new pastor once again pulled me out of the congregation and spoke the following words:

 And my son, what I have done is small compared to what I will do. It is but a seed compared to what I’m getting ready to explode. It is but an investment compared to what I’m getting ready to release. As I have talked to you again and again about the hundred fold, oh yes, and your carnal, analytical, add it, subtract it, divide it mind has said, God, but that is so much. But, my son, it’s not that much to me. But you have said, God I’m not looking for me. I’m not looking even for my family. Oh, I’m looking for the kingdom. And the Lord would declare there are even amounts of finance that you have asked Me for and you know it will take miracles to bring it. But, it shall be released, says the Lord. Because I have had an account for even a last day revival—the wealth of the wicked that has been laid up for my sons and daughters. And many do not even realize I’ve already set it aside. I’ve already done it, says the Lord. And the Lord would declare unto thee, limit Me not. Favor—favor is thy word. Favor is thy heritage. Favor is thy future. Favor will bring thy increase. New wine, new wine into new bottles!

I understood this prophecy as a promise of God’s provision for whatever resources are necessary to accomplish the vision presented in this book. I hope that you have enjoyed my stories and that you were able to see the wonderful future that God has for his believers. A new earth filled with Jesus at its core, forever blossoming into a beautiful flower.

I trust that this blog may have helped you to find God’s purpose for your life. If you have not found it then I suggest that you seek it, for the Bible states; seek and you will find. Chances are that you will discover like I did, that it was there all the time. I compel you to possess the vision of the bride of Christ prepared for the marriage feast when Jesus victoriously returns.