You felt pressure from Jesus to
contact Father Geidman, but instead you went to the minister of the church you
were attending. You told him about your experiences over several meetings that went from April 13, 1992 to May
19, 1993, a span of a year and one month. After the first few meetings strange things happened to the minister and he had to step down from the pulpit.
You called Father Geidman and after talking to him you knew that something was wrong, but did not know what. You had another meeting with the minister, his wife, and the assistant pastor from the church. You and your mom both moved out of the apartment and went your separate ways. You were getting
pressure from above to contact Father Geidman again. You bribed Jesus into
getting you a house and then you finally met with Father Geidman on September 19,
1993 and left the first video with him to watch. You met with Father Geidman a few days later and he had watched the video. He tells you he was
arrested in August 1992 (You later find out the date was August 13, 1992). The
date coincides with the date of your incident twenty-one years earlier on
August 9, 1971. Father Geidman suggests you talk to a Christian Psychologist and
finds one for you to contact. The minister and his wife leave the state. You
get a fever and never made it to the Christian Psychologist. Two years later,
on July 8, 1995, you again meet with Father Geidman and ask him to do something
for you, which he said he would. He tells you that this is his last weekend at
that parish and that he will be transferred to a different parish next
week. About a year later you get struck by lightning and you headache goes away
right along with the other aches and pains in your body. But when you
touch the handle of your car door all the pain returns and you could not
understand what that was all about.
November 8, 1997
I had gone to bed for the night. I felt something or
someone sitting on my bed. I did not look and tried to ignore it and tried to
go to sleep.
Sometime between 1993 and 1998 in the Summer
The new minister and I were
standing outside in the church parking lot talking one day. It was a beautiful sunny summer day. No one else was present. I don't remember what we were talking about but all of a sudden the sun began to drop from the sky. It just began to fall from the sky. We both watched it as it descended toward us in the pakiing lot. The minister began to scream as he pointed at the sun, "The sun, the sun" as it continued to fall towards earth. I, on the other hand, just stood there watching it as if it were a normal occurance. By this time I had seen and heard so many strange things that it did not even phase me or affect me in any way whatsoever. It was just another strange thing to add to my life. I just starred at it in awe as it descended from the sky. It was falling slowly and we both watched it in disbelief. Then, when it was very, very low, and almost ready to hit us, it began to rise back up into the sky. Very slowly it began to go back to its position in the sky. He said nothing more and turned around and went back into the church. Neither of us ever talked about it between ourselves. I never told anyone. No one, I'm sure, would have believed me anyway. I am only writing about it now.He died October 3, 2010. He was 66.
1998
I quit going to the church I had been attending for the
past seven years. It was just not the same place anymore. Many changes had
taken place there and I was very unhappy there. So I left and for the next eleven years did not step a
foot inside of a church anywhere, for anything. I just wanted to stay as far
away from church and church people as possible. But I stayed as close to Jesus
as I could. August 1998 I had lost
all my keys on my key chain; that would include my house, garage, and car keys.
I kept praying that I would find them. After intense cleaning and searching of my
house, I still had not located them. I did not know where else to look for them
in the house, so I went outside and conducted another search around my
house and garage. Still, no keys. The next morning I prayed again that I would
find my keys. I needed to get some things out of the garage, so I got my extra garage
key to open the door. As I was carrying the last thing out of the garage, I
stopped, closed my eyes, bowed my head and prayed, “Lord, where are my keys?” With my
head still bowed, I opened my eyes. There on the ground right in front of my
feet was my set of keys. I thanked and praised Jesus for the return of my keys. April 13, 1999 I retired from the hospital after twenty-one years of
service. I worked at various jobs after that, never really staying at one job
for a long length of time. I was
never able to really have a profession or a job where I could make a good
living. I had always struggled financially because I had so much interference
from the supernatural world that I was never able to move up in the world to a
position with more responsibility and more pay. I had to stay at low paying
jobs because I knew I would never be able to handle the demands of a high profile
job with so many abnormal occurrences in my personal life. It hurt me deeply to
watch my friends and associates making a good living while I had to stay at low
paying jobs because I knew I could not handle the demands of a profession,
because I never knew when the supernatural world would come calling. I was also
not permitted to marry, per Jesus. So there was no chance of a second income
from a spouse. I had to depend on my income, and my income alone to survive. I
had to make many sacrifices to make ends meet. I am not bitter about it, I am
just saying that is the way it was. 2001 I began to document my experiences less and less over
time. I really didn’t care to document everything anymore. It really didn’t
matter to me anymore. I was tired of the experiences and I was tired of
constantly trying to document everything that happened. I had changed. I was
not sure anymore, not as sure as when we (me and Jesus) started. I was inspired
in the beginning, but now I was very sad and tired. I was sick and tired of
Jesus pushing me into going to Father Geidman. I was sick and tired of Father
Geidman always brushing me off. I was sick and tired of being stuck in the
middle. Jesus holds every card in my life. He can do what He wants to do with
me. He wants to come back, but He can’t. I had tried for thirty years to
convince Father Geidman that he is the person in Revelation
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