Testimony & Dedication.
Being an avid reader through the inquiring adolescent stage,
and influenced by Spiritualists in the family, I explored many of the occult beliefs.
I had read portions of the Bible, but couldn’t make real sense of most of it.
Fortunately by twenty, I also become aware of the international conspiracy against me,
my kith and my kin. I came to see that the Occult philosophies do not have our
best interests at heart, and in fact encouraged our demise as a people.
This is when I prayed to a God I did not know, and implored:
“ If You do exist and the Bible is Your book, then show me ! ”
My mother, brother and I looked around, and thankfully He does exist,
and is showing what is His truth: He introduced us to others He was teaching,
and joining a church with them I learnt a lot. Later I prayed for a bride –
and in time He gave me two sons !
While getting to know the girl I would soon marry, I would visit her family on
weekends, attend church service and then return to work – all three a hundred miles
apart. As usual one particular weekend, I planned to attend the second service with my
mother and brother on my way back to work. However, for some reason my mother
insisted I attend the earlier service first. In her determined way she pressured me
very much against my will to do so. To no avail I still tried to rather visit my
future wife first, and go to the second service on the way back home.
As a young student I often had to report to the headmaster for corporal punishment.
I had to force myself to report to him although my body was shaking and resisting.
In this instance I was trying not to report to church, but something was forcing
my trembling, resisting body to attend. Behind them and fighting it all the
way, the three of us walked in last to the earlier service, against every
shaking fiber of my being, and sat down in the back right pew.
Soon into his service, “Smittie” the pastor suddenly said in a different tone:
“ And you Michael have been brought here for a special purpose tonight ! ”
That’s all He said, and I immediately understood and affirmed that I would do it !
The shaking ceased and I was happy. Today I know that if He wants you to do
something, then when the time comes to do it, He will require it of you,
no matter how far you’ve backslidden ! Smittie introduced us to
His name “Yahweh”
and I am thankful that I at least never gave that up.
There was no excuse,
even although I was not attending church,
but very soon caught up in the world I slid back into it.
Many years later, when I was finally the furthest away from Him,
I had an unusual dream:
I was fighting a huge python which had its massive coils wrapped around me.
Face to face with this creature, I had a dagger in my hand with the blade
imbedded in its bulging head. I woke up with a feeling of foreboding.
The only consolation was that I had stabbed it in its huge head.
Over the next two years my life became progressively difficult, like the breath
being constricted out of it. Then under terrible circumstances for the next eighteen
months, I started struggling back to Yahweh, accepting my daily struggle until He
determined otherwise. Over the decades I had always acknowledged that, in time,
I would have to perform that “special purpose” of His. I had also constantly
believed that it would be a written work. Now, every struggling day
I would talk to Him, and wondered how I would avoid the
enmity of the world while saying what He wanted.
Eventually He gave me the answer:
Let Him do the talking !
Then after this I had a second dream:
I was fishing in a harbor on a dark night with the
steel fishing vessels and harbor lights in the background.
Immediately after the first cast I had a strike, and knew that I had
hooked a really big one. Working it to a nearby slipway, I had to wade in
chest deep to push the huge tuna-like fish, the size of a small boat, out the
water. Waking, I deduced that it would be a dark day in the future:
but there was a miracle in the making for us.
Things were a little better for the next fifteen months, but still
under very difficult circumstances for all of us.
Then I had a third dream:
My wife, sons and I were walking in the neighborhood against a strong wind.
Eventually, while holding hands and battling forwards against the wind,
we were able to escape indoors. The wind however followed
us in, and we were hanging onto the furniture
with our bodies flying in the air.
Realizing that this was definitely no ordinary wind,
I told my wife and sons “ Wait here while I go see what this thing wants ! ”
I stepped outside into a gloriously calm, sunny, sky-blue day. On the other side
of an enclosed lawn courtyard a person in white robes was sweeping the walkway,
and pointing over towards a paving plaque on the perfect green grass said:
“ Stand over there.” I stepped onto the plaque and immediately a
whirlwind encircled me with leaves flying all around -
and I heard a booming voice above say:
“WHERE DID YOU GO ? !”
immediate weak answer
was a pathetically feeble excuse:
“ I was coming back ! ”
At that point I woke up in a terrible state,
my whole body shaking, with tears running down my face.
I resolved to start His work soon, but after a couple of procrastinating
months I had the fourth dream: This time I was on my own, and on the horizon dark
clouds gathered. Three distant tornadoes quickly formed and started moving
towards me. As they drew closer and larger, they joined into one.
I started running away as it continued to approach me.
I knew then, with the massive dark whirlwind
behind and above bearing down on me,
that I was literally running
for my very life.
I woke up in the same terrible state:
This time, very soon afterwards, I began planning,
and later bought a computer. With my sons help I became
computer literate in the process of starting His
“special purpose” –
twenty seven years after He first told me of it, when no one knew of the
internet as it is today and most people were unaware of the
occult Illuminanti and New World Order etc.
After starting His work things again became a little better,
but still under very difficult circumstances.
you cannot give a procrastinator an inch !
Now, after many hours of hard meticulous work,
section one of His “special purpose” is on the internet:
( Is this the dagger in the pythons head † )
I have let Him, as He has guided me, do most of the talking.
In the process I have also come to learn and understand a great deal.
Little did I know that I too would become in this way a
“ fisher of men ”.
I have discovered that nothing else in life,
with the exception of praising
seems as important or rewarding or satisfying,
as fishing for men.
as part one is published on the internet, I dedicate it to my mother
who helped get me to the church on time:
Prudent in all her dealings and of whom my father says
wild horses couldn’t drag out a confidence. Hard working and talented
in many ways, and a perfect example to all
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