God’s Visit

WHO AM I

My Dad was stationed at Kirtland Air-force base in Albuquerque, New Mexico in 1952, where I was born. My Mom who had graduated from Larson College was traveling the country going base to base with him until I was born, then she went back to be with her mother after I was a few months old. One beautiful sunny Albuquerque day my Mom decided to sit with me under a tree, we were well shaded from the sun. My Mom kept me on a pillow in the bassinet, because I was born premature and was very tiny. My little arms were the only thing exposed as they curled around my face & head. She fell asleep & woke up when a darkness blotted out the sun above the tree, there was an aircraft just quietly hovering above us, by the time she got up to investigate this darkness it was gone. She completely dismissed it and brought me into the house. My little arms looked extremely sun burnt, yet they didn’t blister & looked like a healed burn, but it did leave lines throughout my entire life especially visible when I had a sunburn or tan exposing the difference between the top & underside of my arms.

At three I was molested by the family gardener. Then I was saved from drowning at four years old, died at five and was brought back to life. At six was taken into a sex ring for child pornography and was being taken out of the state, not ever to return. Then given to a maiden Aunt that felt I needed to be punished for the sexual things that had happened to me. Went back with my Mom for a short while, then went to Florida with my Grandmother who felt at eight years old I was able to take care of myself. After what felt like a short amount of time, I was back with my Mom by the time I was nine and I helped my Mother care for my two younger brothers, one that was mentally challenged from an accident at birth. I lived close to another Aunt who had men come and go like people at a deli counter. Saw way too much there, was raped and hospitalized at 13 yrs. Old, then sent to a foster home that needed someone to cook, clean, and help on the farm. I walked to this church and asked the minister to find someone to take me. The minister and his wife took me in, and my life became very grounded, school, church, pilgrim fellowship, and since my family on the normal side all belonged to the Masonic Order, I even joined the Rainbow Girls. Then I went back home to be with my Mom, went to school and worked at the Southern New England Telephone Company. Married at 16 years old, had a child four month before my eighteenth birthday. My husband left me just before I gave birth to our child for another woman, but in his defense, he knew her long before me and him leaving was as it should be. I got into a motorcycle accident with a friend at nineteen and we both should have died. I continued to raise my daughter and then met a man named Joseph who married me and helped me to raise my child. Now I ask you, if I was a clump of clay to be molded, was I softened up enough for molding? I’m going to go into more depth with these happenings, but I just wanted you to see the pieces of my life, so that things will be a little bit clearer in the end. Intertwined into this mess were supernatural happenings which continued throughout my life. In my 20’s, I received four very unusual religious dreams several years apart from each other. One played out in real life and then I began to have other dreams that would play out word for word, step by step. Then I would see larger events play out all the way up to the evacuation of the Gaza strip & 9/11. Then came the last three prophetic dreams, an evil presence that now dwells with mankind, people being divided, and then I saw the end happen and there were people who survived. Now if you think that should be more than enough for any lifetime, you need to add an extraterrestrial encounter in 1978. Then in 1969 a co-worker that was in her 60’s told me about Jesus coming to her and her little sister around 1912 on the roof top of an old brick tenement house in New York City, a story she had kept secret, as she didn’t feel people would believe her, only her Mother knew the story. Jesus had come down to earth within a cloud to bring the message that the younger sister was going to die in two weeks, Jesus told them he was very sorry, but that she had to come home, and her sister did die in exactly two weeks. Then exactly 100 years later from the time she had seen her cloud, a cloud came to me in 2012, with a simple message for all of us. By her telling me about her cloud and the dreams that I had where God had spoken to me from clouds which helped me to interact with this phenomenon where God had manifested his presence into our world to let me know that he was truly with us. Of course, God writing upon the blue sky having changed the molecular structure of lightning into flowing water did make a lasting impression on me. I have written fictional stories laced with truth, the kind of truth that is so outrageous it could only be considered fiction, but today I feel compelled to write the incredible truth regarding my life. Life has always been stranger than strange and because of that I have always wanted to be deemed as normal as possible, but after you read these truths you will realize my life and myself are as far from the so-called norm, as it could possibly be. Many of these subjects will be hard for you to believe. Of course, the sexual abuse won’t be hard for you to believe, but I felt I needed to add that side of my life to help people understand that I was just as vulnerable in this world as everyone else and that I didn’t have some pure spiritual existence upon this earth. My life was tainted with sin and incredibly sad at times. I won’t be putting everything that has happened to me in this book, but just enough for you to see a full picture of my life. Our steps together through my life, will include spiritual encounters, an extraterrestrial visit, dreams, premonitions, prophecies, God’s presence manifesting into this world, physical matter changing more than once on a molecular level, & of course life itself. I now credit many of these things to Acts 2:17, for I believe it has come upon me and I am now preparing others.

I have thought about putting this book together for some time. Over the years my life has seemed to have defied logic. As if I was an anomaly, that came into this world to testify to all that I know to be true. It has been a strange kind of journey, as everything that I needed to know in the end had come to me throughout my life in little pieces. The pieces have been like breadcrumbs leading me to a final truth. Of course, I wasn’t wearing a camera throughout my life so it’s just my word along with any lie detector test or truth serum that I would subject myself too. Which in the final analysis will only mean that I believe what I am saying to you with all my heart, but you still have the choice to believe or not. Those that have been meant to understand what I now know will believe, but those who don’t believe and even within myself there is so much more to understand, so no matter where you are at this moment on the belief scale when the time comes you will understand. I feel that those that do believe are already headed in the right direction. However it’s very important for me to impress upon you that there will be others that will have supernatural experiences and say that it’s God, but understand God is an incredible being of energy, He has no need to give us free will then come down here and possess our bodies. I’m not saying that His Holy force can’t come upon us and heal us, but what I’m saying is that you must be very discerning about people who say that they have been taken over by God. I feel that it would be more likely that a demon who has deceived the person into believing that he is God, rather than the true Creator of the Universe needing to do anything like that. I would rather you not even believe me than to believe a bunch of nonsense about God. Now I’ve heard it all, that if you have had a Godly experience people seem to believe that you must have a brain tumor, or you are just mentally imbalanced. I will admit sometimes that those answers might be the case, but I have no brain tumor. As for my sanity, I am strangely more grounded than most and have worked on a high reliability NASA man-rated space program (SSMEC) Space Shuttle Main Engine Controller Program for Honeywell & General Components, owned my own Subway Franchise, sold lots of real estate as a licensed Realtor, worked thirteen years for a Tooling Division, TRW Geometric Tool, & much more.

If I was being molded to understand certain aspects of life itself this might explain the beginning of my life. One tragedy after another to the point where it almost felt like this was the way life was supposed to be. At first glance it’s a hodgepodge of crazy random experiences, a bunch of stories that don’t seem to have a connection. I’m hoping at least you will understand what has molded my final thoughts and feelings. I tell you with all my heart mankind is facing something truly important, but we are not alone. I’m not going to stretch this book out to equal a certain length, but rather state the facts, then leave it for those that will somehow take these things into their heart and if any of these unusual things should arise in their life, they will smile and thank me for the heads up. There is a part of me that wishes all these things had not happened, but then again, every step has brought me closer to where God wants me to be. Plus, I have learned more about myself and others which would have never been possible if my life had been deemed normal. At the end of this book we will connect all the dots, but I’m not going to make you read through my life experiences to get to the most important part of this book, which is God himself. I will start with the things that prepared me for my meeting with God. God Bless us all, keep us safe, and help us to see through those that have come to deceive us.

ALMOST DROWNED

I was four years old and my mom and I were at Gulfport Beach, in Florida on the Gulf of Mexico. We were floating in the water in this big inner tube. We had been twirling and playing around in the water. Neither one of us had noticed that the current had carried us out so far that the people on the beach looked like ants. When my mother realized how far we had drifted out she panicked, and I slipped through the tube. I could feel myself going down, down, as I heard bubbles and sounds of what I imagined were fish. As I traveled down the water felt colder, appearing darker, and almost green. I felt like I’d traveled down for a long time while