My History
A Childhood Vision: The First Sign
The first glimpse into my divine path came when I was just a child. Late at night, lying awake in my dark bedroom, I saw something extraordinary—a glowing figure of an Indian boy carrying a bow. He stood silently before me, his presence both striking and mysterious. As I gazed upon him, he suddenly drew back an arrow, aiming it directly at me.
Alarmed, I pulled the covers over my head. When I gathered the courage to look again, he was gone.
The next morning, as I lay still in bed, something equally strange occurred—my room began to spin, and suddenly, I saw myself from above, near the ceiling. Though young, I had no way of comprehending these events or their significance.
Only in adulthood did I understand that what I had seen was no ordinary dream—it was a sign, a seed planted long before I could recognize the depth of my purpose.
Recognizing the Signs in Adulthood
Years passed, and life unfolded as it does for many—school, friendships, work, and marriage. My search for meaning led me to baptism as one of Jehovah’s Witnesses, a period of deep study and reflection. Yet, I had not fully grasped the calling that awaited me.
The Second Sign: The Shaking Futon
In 1994, while married to my first wife, I experienced something I could not ignore.
One afternoon, as I sat upstairs in my family room on a metal-framed futon, the unexpected happened—the side I was seated on began to shake, moving up and down in a deliberate motion.
Startled, I stepped off, thinking perhaps my dog was beneath, causing the disturbance. But as I placed my hand on the futon and peered beneath it, I saw nothing—no visible force responsible.
Yet, the shaking continued. I sat back down, watching in awe as it persisted for nearly a minute before stopping abruptly.
I could not ignore the significance of this moment. Was this an unseen presence? A manifestation of something dark? Or a wake-up call from God? The question lingered in my mind long after the shaking ceased.
Seven years later, its meaning became undeniable.
When I Was Chosen: The Presence of God
It was not something I sought, nor anything I expected. The moment arrived unbidden, yet with authority beyond question.
Around 2003, amid moments of upheaval and uncertainty, the Almighty bore witness to me—visiting me in spirit. As I lay on my living room sofa, warmth enveloped my body, and then I sensed the taste of blood in my mouth. An impression formed on my forehead, and in an instant, I was brought to my hands and knees in reverence before Him.
In that sacred moment, He spoke—not aloud, but within my mind. His presence was powerful yet distant, like an ancient voice speaking from afar. His words were unlike anything I had ever known—loving beyond description, filling me with certainty instead of fear. His aura was like that of an old man, deeply caring and wise.
Then, as if concluding His message with finality, He said: “That’s it.” But among what He revealed, one command stood clear: “Do not let your left hand do what your right hand is doing.”
And with that, His voice withdrew, leaving behind an unshakable certainty—His Kingdom had begun in the heavens. Soon, it would reach the earth.
The Confirmation of the Kingdom’s Birth
The timing was no coincidence. Just as prophecy foretold, the world entered a time of upheaval.
September 11, 2001, marked not only a historical shift but the moment when the Kingdom of God was born in the heavens—witnessed by my son and me. The signs were undeniable. The final stages were beginning.
From that moment forward, He remains with me, guiding me until His Kingdom takes over the world—a certainty that will soon come to pass.
A Test of Faith Through Compassion
Following the moment when the Almighty chose me, another experience deepened my understanding of my purpose.
One night, as I lay in bed beside my wife Stacy, I sensed a presence in the upper corner of my room. Then came the words—strong and unmistakable:
“Enter into the glory of your Master. Prepare for your judgment.”
It was then that I was taken through periods of my life, guided through moments of praise and discipline by an entity I knew to be Jesus Christ.
His presence carried unimaginable strength—more commanding than even the Almighty, yet wrapped in the same sacred essence.
The Reality of Being Chosen
Many desire to be chosen, believing it to be an honor or privilege. Few understand that being chosen comes with trials, suffering, and refinement—not comfort.
Jesus warned His disciples: “You will be hated, persecuted, and imprisoned.” (Matthew 10:17-22)
His words proved true. I became a living witness to their fulfillment.
As I walked with God, I was prepared for what I must endure—not just to learn, but to have prophecy fulfilled through me.
But I never imagined I would be sent to prison.
Nor did I anticipate the spiritual battles that would test me to my core.
Battling the Forces of Darkness
For years, I faced intense warfare with demons—provoked into anger, manipulated into self-inflicted harm, even tempted to blame God.
They did not simply whisper—they tormented. They battled against my mind and body.
Through these trials, I came to understand the true essence of Jesus Christ.
Contrary to many depictions that portray Him as fragile, Jesus was strong in all essence—physically and spiritually. His presence carried a commanding force, unwavering in purpose.
Through my suffering, I saw that same strength reflected in my endurance.
A Prophetic Mission Unfolds
Through all of this, visions came—glimpses of the future, signs of prophecy unfolding before the world.
I saw floods, global warming, and events signaling the changes to come. In these visions, I understood that the world was approaching a great transformation, one that will soon be fulfilled through God’s divine plan.
To be chosen is not about personal glory—it is about sacrifice.
It is about enduring for the sake of God’s will, no matter the cost.