“For thus saith the Lord GOD; Behold, I, even I, will both search my sheep, and seek them out. Which in time past were not a people, but are now the people of God: which had not obtained mercy, but now have obtained mercy.”-Ezekiel 34:11; 1 Peter 2:10

Note: The following is intended for a mature audience, as in seeking to document how I came to know the Lord, it was necessary to to a certain degree to disclose aspects of my former lifestyle of sin as it pertained to my experience of being called by God and delivered. It should go without saying, but nonetheless I shall state outright, that I utterly forsake my old ways and in no way intend to glamorize them, but rather to give an honest testimony that the true extent of my deliverance may be realized, and thus the Lord glorified for not only His power, but especially His mercies. I rejoice and am ever grateful that the Lord’s since given me a new heart and spirit, made me an entirely new creation, and that I’m now able, in obedience to my Master, live a holy life. (Ezekiel 36:26; 2 Corinthians 5:17; 1 Peter 1:15-16)

I was raised in a “normal” middle class American home. I grew up in the 90’s, my father was a cop and my mother a dental assistant, I also have a brother who’s 18 months younger than I. My childhood was more or less spent hiking and enjoying other outdoor activities with the family, coupled with lots of video games, and towards my adolescent years skateboarding and guitar playing. While my parents were not at all religious, they loved us greatly, disciplined us, and raised us the best they knew how.

My parents got divorced when I was around 11 and my dad died of a heart attack when I was about 13. Thus began the darkness of my youth. I started smoking cigarettes and marijuana around the age of 12 and began binge drinking and partying around the age of 16, which eventually led to all sorts fornication, orgies, and harder drugs in the years to follow.

Naturally growing up in America in the late 20th early 21st centuries, with pop-culture being so centralized, I wanted to emulate my “idols” and be a singer-songwriter-performer. Most people eventually at some point abandon such “dreams” as childish and unrealistic, and start making alternative plans for their future. This was not the case with me. I was “hell bent” and decided. This was to be my path and destiny, and was being fueled by the lifestyle which I was living, especially after two horribly devastating “love” relationships where I was cheated on etc., leaving my heart in complete ruin. This magnified my need to gain recognition and acceptance, to “become somebody” to make a name for myself and obtain a position of power and wealth where I would be “valued” and esteemed successful, and I’m sure having an alcoholic mother and lost my father also had something to do with these aspirations.

While such a career path may seem laughable and a bit hard to take seriously, and reasonably so being an extremely unlikely path to fulfill and have success in, it was only a matter of time before it came to fruition. I was literally being led by a spirit (and not the Holy one), and thus I had an understanding of each step I needed to take to be chosen into the industry and therefore was planning and making my moves accordingly.

Fast-forward to 2012. I had moved to Erie, PA where I was living with my “best friend”, having purposed to find and maintain a job for a period of time so that I could save up some money while writing in my time off, to the end that I would have material ready to eventually move to one of the boroughs of NYC where I could insert myself in to the scene and make the right connections in order to advance my plans.

At this point however, the Lord, according to His infinite mercy and good pleasure, decided to reveal Himself to me, which He did through the circumstances of my life. This took place in a very intense manner, over a very short period of time (2-3 weeks), which I will detail below. As the reader will discover, I was the LEAST likely person to be saved, having no merit of my own, only works of darkness.

It all started with a certain laundromat I would go to that was nearby the apartment I was living in at the time. There was always Muslim families there, and I noticed that many of them would look at me with a sort of disdain and hate like they wanted to kill me or were scared of me or something. This seemed very strange and troubled me greatly, having grown up in a friendly one-stop-light town, where strangers typically smiled at one another. I should mention that at this point in my life I was fairly ignorant/naive as far as religion, history, politics, and current events are concerned.

By the providence of God, one day after after I was there doing laundry, I happened to be on YouTube where I noticed a video being recommended on the main page titled Why Do Muslims Hate America?. So of course I thought that was kind of strange, and I had to watch it. Next I was led to a documentary which detailed how Muslims were waging a covert “cultural jihad” on our country, to eventually take it over from the inside, titled The Third Jihad: Radical Islam’s Vision for America.

One video led to another and eventually I was coming across videos such as Iraq War Veteran Speaks out on Killing CiviliansAmerican Soldiers Are WAKING UP!! SUPPORT OF TAKING AMERICA BACK!!! (StopTheRobbery2), KILL EVERYBODY: American soldier exposes US policy in Iraq, American Solider Confession, Iraq War Veterans Confessions Part 3, Iraq war: us soldier throws his medals and stars!!! and quits, The Real Terrorist was me US Soldier, George W. Bush – jokes about weapons of mass destruction, General Wesley Clark: Wars Were Planned – Seven Countries In Five Years, NAVY Veteran says GET OUT NOW, etc.

This marked the beginning of my awakening. All of the sudden I was awoken to the reality of evil. In a moment’s time I could see the big-picture, the spiritual war of the ages, that had unbeknownst to me, been taking place all around me my whole life. These were notions I had never much considered before, being so focused on myself, my own pains, pleasures, and path for self-aggrandizement. Upon being awoken to this battle of good vs. evil, it was realized that by implication God must be real, and likewise the devil. This carried with it convictions for certain things which I had done in my past and in general the way I had been living, whereby I literally fell on my knees beside my bed and cried out to God for forgiveness.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but this was when I got saved, whereby God grants conviction of sin which leads to repentance, or in other words a turning from sin to Him, accompanied by a belief in the Gospel.

Also around this time, it was revealed to me that music industry is literally run by practicing satanists as well as the other stuff that goes on behind the scenes and therefore what I would have to expect to get involved in order to get selected if I really wanted to make it big. This was discovered chiefly through the documentary Illuminati The Music Industry Exposed [Full Length] Re Uploaded 2012.

While joining the secret societies and becoming a practitioner of the occult mystery schools of magick would by necessity have been a prerequisite to achieving my satanically inspired aspirations, I believe that ultimately these revelations at this period of time were allowed by God so that in His great mercy and justice, it would give me a chance to make an informed decision about the spiritual ramifications of the path I was embarking on, and to likewise allow me to choose rather to serve Him and have my soul saved.

Interestingly enough at this time I happened to have a Bible which I had obtained a few years back during a chance (providential) encounter with a pastor of whose church’s backyard I would use enter into the local creek where I liked to chill. (Most Ironically, the reasons I asked him for a Bible were essentially to a) win him over by making him think that I was interested in religion and b) to the end that I may essentially better know the claims and of Christianity in order to refute them.) By the providence of God, I not only still had the Bible some 4 years later (which just so happened to be a King James, the only true translation, quite rare as no longer in use by most of the apostate churches today), but God at this time finally led me to open the Bible (I had never opened it before then), where when my eyes fell upon the red letter Words of Christ in one of the Gospels, I perceived that what I was reading was actually the truth!

God proceeded to further confirm these matters to me as fact by leading me to videos such as Mount Sinai- proof of the super natural, Part 2| Red Sea – Proof of the supernatural, etc. which proved that the Bible really was the Word of God, and Jesus Christ its subject, the Messiah.

At this point in my awakening, as one YouTube video led to another, I was soon discovering videos such as RON PAUL WARNS AMERICANS OF COMING GLOBAL ECONOMIC COLLAPSE/MARTIAL LAW, NWO FEMA Concentration camps in USA W/ Google Earth – Google REX – 84 (10/1/08) NOW READY, AMERICA’S GUILLOTINES AND FEMA’S COFFINS, Fema Camp Coffins Investigated, Georgia Guidestones and Depopulation, U.S. Army prepares to invade U.S., Wake up america! Soldiers are speaking out!, Obama Justifies FEMA imprisonment of civilians!, VET SOLDIER says the Military is waking up to – FEMA camps and NDAA Reality!, United States Marine (Anonymous) Declares A State of Emergency, URGENT FEMA CAMPS AND FULL LIST OF WHERE THEY ARE, whereby I came to learn what had evidently been known and reputable folks warning about for decades, namely, that not only was Good and evil real, but that even right here in America, we were actually in a rather precarious situation with private interest groups now in control, a shadow government if you will, with plans to confiscate the American people’s arms, bring about an economic collapse, foment a civil war, every kind of lawlessness, and ultimately a third and final world war, while rounding up all “dissenters” into concentration camps, etc., in order to establish a “New World Order”, or in other words, a one world religion and government with a 90% population reduction as outlined in Agenda 21 and the Georgia Guidestones as well as in Obama’s Science Czar, Eric P Holdren’s published writings.

About this time things went from being already quite supernatural to outright bizarre and frightening, being accompanied by signs, visions, wonders, and revelations.

Now, in retrospect I believe the reason God allowed me to experience what I’m about to detail was because it was necessary to: a) mold my immediate circumstances by initiating my “exodus” out of that city in which I was living, b) shape my spiritual path, c) acquire my spiritual gifts (which evidently had to come at some point and would naturally be a quite strange and intense experience), and d) ultimately to lead me to a better understanding of God’s will for me, specifically as it regarded how to reasonably plan for and deal with the future, in light of all the startling facts which had been revealed to me.

While it’s unlikely words can do justice to what I experienced and witnessed during this stage of my awakening, consisting primarily of phenomenon which had they not coalesced in the way they did, and had I not acquired this “6th sense” to see the spiritual significance behind them, otherwise may have seemed quite ordinary, I will nonetheless attempt to detail it below. I also understand that I will risk sounding absolutely insane (assuming I haven’t already) in sharing the next portion of my testimony, and that most would likely write it off as being the result of delusions grandeur, a nervous breakdown, hallucinations, etc. But as I know better, I have no shame in sharing my story, which proves that truth is indeed stranger than fiction. I should also mention that although what I experienced was certainly beyond normal or any rational explanation, my mind was still functioning in a healthy, sound, and coherent manner, with deliberate and careful decisions being made and formulated with clarity, reason, and critical thinking, even in spite of these bizarre and very irrational circumstances.

But before I get into all of that, I have to back up a little bit in the story. When I first started to wake up to the state of affairs in my country, I began “prepping” for the coming collapse by stocking up on firearms, ammunition, food, water, etc. My understanding at the time was essentially that although all of these things would befall us, all I had to do was hunker down and “weather the storm”, and that even if it winded up in total collapse, there would eventually be a recovery and that myself and other like-minded individuals would be able to re-establish a functioning society and eventually things would return back to “normal”. So I was planning to more or less establish a campsite somewhere away from the chaos which would be unfolding chiefly in the cities. I didn’t know where exactly, or when; but I knew that God was leading me, and so I figured I’d know when the time was right.

Meanwhile, getting back to the narrative, there had already been tension developing between my roommate and I as I had in the weeks which preceded stopped going out to the bars with him and engaging in the party lifestyle we had previously led together. This created a certain disconnect for which I could tell he held a certain contempt towards me. This was only magnified when I tried sharing with him some of the revelations I had by showing him YouTube videos (which of course he was essentially disinterested in). And then when I told him I had found God he outright mocked me, saying something along the lines of “Oh well isn’t that special”.

Digressing briefly once again, to my UTTER disgrace, but chiefly to illustrate the life God was delivering me out of, I suppose I ought to mention that this particular friend and I used to (before all of this) enjoy rousing each other up by saying, for seemingly no apparent reason, “Jesus Christ was nothing but a dumb nigger”. Obviously I can’t speak for him, but for me personally anyways, I believe this was mostly out of ignorance of that fact that Jesus was real and actually existed, and I believe I got a kick out of it primarily because it was so taboo and politically incorrect, but also because it made him laugh. But ultimately I believe this was a manifestation of the demonically inspired lifestyle and darkness in which we were living. There was another time, some years before, this same friend and I, along with a couple others, went to Cleveland, OH to see the bands The Bled, Underoath, and Thrice (all of which are quite satanic), and afterwards in our hotel room, upon finding a Bible in one of the drawers, we convinced my then future roommate to stick chicken wing bones in it, and burn cigarette holes through the words “God” and “Jesus”. I honestly have no idea what we were thinking. The fact that God chose to call me in spite of these things just reflects the INFINITE mercies and goodness of God in his willingness to forgive. While I’m certain God’s long since forgiven me, I can’t help but be ashamed in even mentioning these things. Above all I’m horrified at what the heart is capable of, and in awe of how blind I was. But at the end of the day I believe God’s able to use even these things for His glory as I utterly forsake my past and share my testimony which magnifies not only His mighty Delivering Arm, but His infinite love and mercy in Christ Jesus.

Okay, Getting back to the story again, in an effort to try and maintain our friendship I sat down with him on the couch one evening to watch TV. He put on a show from the 90’s called “Pete and Pete”, which ordinarily I would have enjoyed, being a show that both of us grew up watching. But all the sudden I had “eyes to see” and found myself appalled by all the sexual innuendos and satanic symbolism in the show (which was for supposedly intended for children), and I couldn’t help but comment and point these things out to him. At this point it became evident to both of us that things had changed so much between us, that it was beyond what could just be swept under the rug and ignored. I knew I had to get out of there, and I sensed that he desired the same of me.

Within the following nights (technically it was early morning), I went to go to the bathroom, which was located right between our bedrooms, which were across from one another. It was around 2-3 AM. When I got out I noticed that his light which was on when I entered the bathroom had had been swiftly and silently turned off, and this struck me as rather odd and suspicious. I opened his door and turned on the light, and he was lying in bed fully clothed (black and red), wearing a tie, with dress shoes on, hair done, etc. But when I tried to talk to him he pretended he was asleep. So I called him out on it even though he kept pretending and then just went back to my room to try and get some sleep myself. Almost immediately after he got up and left the apartment.

Later In the morning, after sleeping a few hours, I went into his room to investigate. The first thing that caught my eye was a numerology chart (occult) lying on the floor, as well as a comic book titled “The Dark Knight Rises” which I recognized as an allusion to satan (in fact as it were, the entire bookcase in the living room was filled with books belonging to my roommate and his cousin on astral projection, the proper use of crystals, and all sorts of dark arts, so surely had not God intervened when He did it would’ve only been a matter of time before I started exploring these new age religions). I then went towards his bed and what did I find but his knife lying in it amidst the sheets. Now, I should mention that I knew that this friend had a history of suicidal thought, cutting himself, etc. So I’m not sure if he was about to cut himself, kill himself, attack/kill me, or what the deal was. But upon this discovery I felt that it must have been divine intervention that the Lord had me go in there when I did earlier that morning.

Even though he was living in the apartment first before I moved in, ever since I stopped partying with him like we used to, he started spending less and less time there, often sleeping over at friends etc. But after that incident he stayed away nearly altogether and I would only bump into him one or two more times before moving out. I should also probably mention that amongst our tight group of friends it was well known that this roommate of mine was a closet homosexual (I had many close “gay” friends throughout the years so living with him while knowing as much wasn’t an issue for me at the time). From what I understand he had primarily been staying with his boss who he worked for as a hairstylist whom he was also very close with, and I mention these things as I believe this alternative lifestyle of his was another factor in his sour feelings towards me upon discovering I had become “religious”.

While a strange sign or two had happened before what I’ve documented up until this point, like for instance when around the time I discovered those videos regarding the Muslims, I was at my then girlfriend’s one day (who happened to be my roommate’s cousin), whose family were well-to-do art collectors, perhaps one of the richest families in the area, when she asked me to run down to grab some of this imported gourmet dark chocolate from the freezer that we enjoyed nibbling on, and it just so happened that there upon the kitchen counter was sitting this opulently bejeweled bottle of some sort of alcohol with Arabic script on it. Or the time when her and I were fornicating in my bed of white sheets when all the sudden we realized they were soaked in blood which we couldn’t understand as she stated she was not on her period; about this time is when things started getting really strange.

Things were starting to intensify and occur in greater frequency. For instance, day and night I was suddenly hearing trains thundering by our apartment and with whistles blaring. Helicopters were flying over our apartment regularly. I started to see these “Shred-X Destruction Services” trucks everywhere. When driving around the mall and plazas, I noticed men in black suits up on top of several of the billboards. There was a sign near where we were living that had symbols of churches on it and text at the bottom reading “Erie’s Original Neighborhood” which had been smashed. The decent college kids that lived in the apartment across the street had suddenly vanished and the place was now occupied with savage gangster types.

Also strange, very early one morning I suddenly recalled a friend I had met in my old town a couple years before named Ryan Burris who was one of the most joyful, kind, loving, and sincere spirited people I’ve ever met. He was also very intelligent, and although him and I only had a few chances to hang out, we were immediately as close as brothers. Him and I would sit down and talk for hours about life, philosophy, etc. Every time him and I ran into each other he would greet me with a kiss on the cheek (in what I would describe as a non-awkward, non-homosexual, happy-go-lucky kind of way, (2 Cor. 13:12)). What made it bizarre, was that upon reflecting during this moment of recollection, I recalled the fact that he looked exactly as Jesus Christ is so often portrayed, and I remembered him even saying that he was “Jesus” once for Halloween. Suddenly I realized that God had sent him into my life as a messenger, being symbolically representative of Jesus, in order to try and get my attention. And stranger still, somehow I knew that something bad had since happened to him.

I immediately ran to the computer and searched for his name online and discovered he had died in a house fire. I then happened to find his MySpace page, where evidently a few years before, in the blog section he had made references to “the Chronicles of Narnia in real life” (which of course is a Christian allegory) and had in this same post also wrote about how it bothered him that people would call him names and make fun of him for being different but would never ask him the reasons why he believed what he did. Of course, all of this again seemed so allegorically prophetic.

And then there was another time one of those mornings when I was going for a run and I nearly got hit by some white-collar-businessman type guy driving a SUV, who actually proceeded to get out of the car and get in my face as if I was in the wrong, and he was calling me all sorts degrading names, and seemed to be trying to escalate his confrontation with me to physical violence. This again was prophetic to me of the spiritual warfare taking place, and emphasized that I needed to get out of that city.

Now, sometime right before this whole awakening started to take place, my roommate’s cousin (the one I’d been fornicating with) took me out to a trail site in the woods next to a gorge just outside of Erie. Once we got a little ways in, we came to a large escarpment overlooking the gorge. I immediately recognized the location from a dream that I had a few nights prior, even though I’d never been there before.

So, getting back to the story, in recalling this, I assumed that that must be the place I was supposed to go and hunker down with my preps (believing at this time that collapse was imminent). So I returned there to choose where exactly I wanted to set up camp. Even though I’d been there before, I didn’t make it very far into the woods before I found myself lost and unable to find my way back to the parking area, with no phone etc. So I took that as a sign that it was not the right place after all. The only other place I could think of was the Gorge in Mayville, NY where I grew up which was about 40 minutes away. This was reinforced as I recalled my father (cop) when he was still alive talking about how when the plumbing and sewage infrastructure (which was becoming aged) in the cities finally gives way, people from the cities would flee to the woods and gorges because of the lawlessness and the cops and military would be wary to follow, being out of their element.

Well, it just so happened that a week or two before this whole awakening, I had spoken with my grandmother who lives in Mayville, when she called me on my birthday. During the conversation I informed her that I had developed sores and infections all over my hands and arms and as a result had to discontinue my work as a waiter serving food (in retrospect I believe it was actually some sort of skin cancer). She told me that if I ever needed a place to stay while looking for a job, that her house was open to me.

So, after coming to the decision that I needed to relocate near the gorge in Mayville, I decided I would call the Marina there that I had previously worked for to see if they would let me come back. That way it would make sense when I called Grandma, and plus then I’d be able to financially stay a float if the collapse didn’t happen right away, while still being close enough to the gorge to “bug out” if necessary.

Well, as it turned out, they said I could come back. So the next step was to call my Grandmother, which of course having been saved since I’d last spoke with her and knowing she was devout believer, in my excitement, I first had to share with her how I now believed that God was real and in Jesus Christ as my Lord, and furthermore about all that I had learned in regards what was coming in the near future for our country and how it was a result of judgment as we as a people had turned from God. Then I proceeded to tell her about the job opportunity and asked if the offer still stood to stay there, and of course she said yes. The way this all worked out was actually a providential miracle as, like I mentioned previously, due to health/sanitary reasons I had to take leave from work, and thus actually couldn’t have continued to pay rent.

After several trips I was officially moved out of that wicked city and into the cozy Mayberry-esque town of Mayvile, that I grew up in.

Actually, I should mention what I took place on my last trip out of Erie, which was most bizarre. On my way out with the final carload, there was a point where I was stopped at a stoplight right around the Bayfront Connector, when all of the sudden, several people on foot started approaching my vehicle from every side, a couple of whom I witnessed exiting the vehicle behind me. They looked like under cover cops or some sort of federal agents dressed as ordinary civilians. The light wouldn’t change, I was quite confounded and didn’t know what to do. So I just started praying fervently and all the sudden the light changed, and I was able to get out of there. Before it was all said and done they got within a couple feet of my vehicle, I have no idea who they were, where the rest of them came from, or what was actually taking place, but was sure glad to get out of there safe and sound.

Okay, getting back to my arrival at Mayville. Unfortunately, as it turned out, I realized my first day back at the marina that things weren’t going to work out there. First of all, I noticed that several of the older-adult employees had portable pagers/walkie-talkies and could tell they were somehow connected to ‘the system’, either through the fire department, EMS, Sheriff’s Department, or another branch of the local government (which is actually the county seat). Now while obviously to a degree this made me uncomfortable knowing that all of the above institutions utilize occult symbolism and are essentially tied into the masonic brotherhoods, I also understood that the nature of ‘the beast’ was such that this sort of thing is commonplace anymore, and that “beggars can’t be choosers”, so I figured no big deal. On top of that though, in contrast to when I had worked there before and they had me primarily pumping gas, tying/untying boats on the dock, and teaching boat operation instruction to boat-rental customers, this time they had me detailing boats, which of course was fine. The problem was I was being pressured by some of the managers to do rushed, poor quality work (which was not only contrary to good business, but also to logic as this place was notorious for down-time and the employees would always end up sweeping the shop floor for hours to appear busy, or even just outright end up standing in circles talking, neither of which I was okay with doing myself). And yet even still while this bothered me, seeing as it was ultimately their name on the product and I was essentially being paid to do what I was told, I was able to let that go. The main issue, however, was that I was being harassed and called names by the several employees who were closer to my age, in a gang-stalking type fashion. So in considering all of the above factors especially in light of the fact it was only my first day back, it seemed quite evident to me there was only going to be problems in the future. So, as I respected the owner of the business, who was always kind to me and willing to allow me to come back, I didn’t want to let him down, so I shook his hand, thanked him, and told him sorry, but it wasn’t going to work out.

So, basically I had to cut my loses and ultimately decided I would sell all of my photography gear in order to continue to pay my bills. This was fine though. After all I had been through, and with my present state of physical health regarding my arms and hands, I knew (and Grandma reinforced this decision) that for a period of time, rest would be good for me. It was also good because this afforded me time to get a good foundation in The Word.

So, while I was essentially laying low and beginning to heal from years of abuse to my body, as I still expected that the collapse to be imminent, I was ready to ‘bug out’ when necessary. Well, one afternoon, after being at Grandma’s a few days, I was taking a shower, when upon I stepping out, written in steam of the mirror in all capital letters were the words “GET OUT!”. I was trembling in fear, I immediately knew this was the sign I had been waiting for. But nonetheless, unable to believe what I was looking at, I called Grandma in to ask her if she had snuck in and did it while I was in the shower, which of course she said she would never do something like that. For the record, my Grandfather had died several years before so Grandma lived alone and nobody else was around.

So I headed to the gorge, about an 8 minute drive. I get to the parking area there and start the hike in, and immediately I noticed there’s literally faces on hundreds of the trees, which were evidently painted on (specifically they were the Decepticon logo and the Anonymous mask). Now, at the time I had no idea the history of these symbols and that essentially both represent evil (the root word of Decepticon of course being deception, and the Anonymous mask being associated with Guy Fawkes, the chief conspirator in the Jesuit Gunpowder Plot to blow up the British Parliament where King James I resided, in it in order to stop the translation of the King James Bible). Nonetheless, I did recognize that these faces on all the trees were not a good sign. And then, upon getting to the bottom of the trail, about a 15 minute hike in, I discovered a young gothic couple camped out there who were drinking “hugs“, a kool-aid type drink, which of course I associated with the Jonestown massacre.

So, with the presence of these strange people, all the creepy faces on the trees, and more than anything, just actually finally being out in the wilderness, it dawned on me just how crazy all of this was. I realized right then and there that this whole “bugging out” thing was not God’s will for me or His people as a whole.

Now, I believe that ultimately the reason that God wrote in the steam on the mirror like that, was to the end that I would experience all that I did as a result and give up the idea altogether. Had it not happened the way it did, who knows how long it would’ve been before I realized that it wasn’t the right path, if ever. At best I would’ve been waiting anticipation for quite some time, as it’s been 4 years since and the collapse still hasn’t happened.

Within the next several hours, God gave me supernatural vision to realize that the logos on my Smith & Wesson AR-15 and the Fobus holster of my CZ-75 were actually depictions of a dragon and a serpent, and thus were actually devices of the enemy (Revelation 12:9). God reinforced this by then leading me to the scripture “For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war after the flesh: For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds” (2 Cor. 10:3-4), which just so happened to be the scripture of that day’s “Our Daily Bread”, a Devotional that Grandma introduced me to and that we’d start our mornings with.

So, I decided at that point that I had to get rid of them and try to return them to the store from which I bought them. This would also leave me with additional money to pay bills. Actually, as it turned out the store kind of gave me a hard time in trying to return them, especially the case of 1,000 .223 rounds (evidently because of certain laws regarding ammo returns), but by the grace of God, somehow Grandma (who was with me) won this guy over while I ran to the car and he actually did end up accepting the returns.

During this time, through various means, God also revealed to me that the situation was actually worse then I initially perceived and that we’re are actually living in the end times. That we are actually, relatively speaking, living in the final days before the end of the world and that once America collapses it will not recover and that soon Jesus Christ will be literally returning from heaven to claim his Bride, the church. He also revealed to me that in the meantime, His people were not to take up arms, to try to defend or sustain themselves, but to trust in Him, and even lay down our lives if necessary, Just as Elijah, Jeremiah, and all of the apostles of old did.

The only other thing that was really weird that happened and I should probably mention is what took place shortly after I had moved into Grandma’s when her son (my uncle) came into town. Just to note, He’s ex-military/secret service and a pharmacologist (which is a word derived from the Greek word Pharmakeia which means witchcraft). Naturally, as we were catching up and he asked me what I had been up to I was quite open with him (that’s just how I am) about what I had learned and about my newly acquired faith, for which I was ridiculed. Again, just for the record, it’s also interesting to note he has the musician Prince’s logo tattooed on his arm which is a combination of Egyptian (in the Bible symbolizing antithesis of God’s system and people) symbolism and occult runic symbols. Well so anyways, at one point on our conversation we were discussing cancer and high doses of vitamin C being a potential cure, and he went of the handle on me and got in my face like he was going to hit me because he disagreed with me. But by the grace of God, I was able to totally keep my cool and moreover calmly express how this behavior deeply saddened me. But what was really strange, and I know this is going to sound kooky, was the pupils of his eyes appeared to be “shape-shifting” into cat-like or ‘reptilian’ eyes. And then, right after this happened, after he left, I went to my room to listen to a live Sabbath sermon from http://www.cog-pkg.org and it was like God was talking to me through the pastor as he mentioned specifically something along the lines of “what happened to you when you tried to share with your family about what you learned and the reaction you got”.

So anyways, that’s it, that’s essentially my awakening. It occurred over only a few weeks. It’s been 4 years since. Things have of course slowed down and normalized as far as the weird and supernatural stuff is concerned. I don’t think God typically saves people in such a dramatic and intense way, but that He did for me, not because I’m special, but because He knew that such was what was necessary to get me where He wanted me. While I still have the spiritual gift of discernment and recognizing occult/pagan symbolism (which it turns out is everywhere), it’s no longer in an intense and supernatural way like it was. I’ve since gone on to do 4 years at a SUNY college for Visual Arts and Music where I maintained a GPA of 3.75. I now spend all of my free time serving the Lord by being a witness and evangelizing in online communities, as well as to the people I run into in day to day life. I maintain a YouTube Channel, this website, and a blog, which are essentially my ministry, where I admonish truth & sound doctrine, expose the kingdom of darkness, and teach on subjects as they relate to the Bible, science, current events, and history.

God’s completely transformed my life. Now I no longer smoke, drink, do drugs, fornicate, look at porn!! God’s also transformed my diet. I’m now an avid runner and also enjoy lifting weights. Furthermore God’s given me a heart which has a burden for his fellow man, and that loves Him: the greatest of all miracles.

When I’m not engaged in my ministerial pursuits or exercising, I’m usually either reading/studying the Bible, listening to sermons, reading old books, listening to classical music, or singing and playing the violin/guitar/piano to the Lord. Praise be to God, I now have a perfect peace and joy that surpasses understanding, and my health has been restored.

Though as a stranger and a pilgrim only sojourning here, I can’t wait to make it to my heavenly home. And though some days I undergo pretty intense spiritual attack: I, as a whole, no longer battle depression, and now posses that most glorious and blessed hope, even amidst the trials of life which are especially prevalent in these perilous and prophetic times in which we are living.

I pray that my testimony has inspired you and most of all brought Glory to He whom alone is worthy of all praise and honor, even for ever and ever, Amen.

“And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony”-Revelation 12:11