He desires belief and forgiveness of our neighbours as He has forgiven us. We are told to forgive if you want to be forgiven. That is part of repentance. If one can forgive, it proves God’s love. This follows the “spirit” of the law, “To do unto others as you would have them do unto you”. This is the complete law distilled into one commandment. And if you treat people “better” than you wish to be treated, you are God’s hero, building true riches in heaven! If you want to be great in the kingdom of heaven you must be the greatest servant of all, as Jesus said and was.
It was a cold November night in ‘05 when I was sitting alone at my kitchen table. My right foot started going cold. A cold sweat broke out across my forehead. I butted out my cigarette, and happened to look at the ash in the ashtray. For some reason the ash appeared as a face! I looked closer and I could make all the detail of a man’s face. It appeared as if it was carved out of the face of a mountain. The face was bright, dignified, and somber in reflection, but oh so small, to be on the center of an ash. The more I looked the more I could see the detail. The coldness crept up my leg as my foot started going numb. I reached down to rub some warmth into my foot but it was to no avail. Then I looked back at the face again. Then about ten sins in appeared in rapid succession concluding with the worst one. I thought for a second that this was just a coincidence, my leg going cold and all, and then I heard a small voice as my own. Again it took me in rapid succession through ten other sins, each sin dropping me lower and lower until the worst one, where I was dropped onto a floor with the whole world watching! The verdict was true, I deserved no mercy. The coldness crept up my leg and now my entire leg was numb. I literally had one foot in the grave. I looked at the face on the ash and it appeared as holy as could be, as a righteous judge. It was like Supreme Court, in a holy dimension. It was a fearful experience and I thought I was going to die. I had never had anything like this happen to me before or since.
I asked God if I could smoke my last cigarette. I heard a small voice say “go ahead”. I lit the smoke and thought on my death. Losing my children Phil, Paul, and Sarah, I thought on my youngest Sarah who was sitting in the living-room. I butted my cigarette and went out to see her. Both my wife and Sarah were watching a comedy on T.V. but nothing was funny at all. It seemed to me the T.V. was watching me! That God’s holy eyes were peering into my soul. As if I was the performer, and He the audience. Everything had been reversed.
The coldness continued up my leg to my abdomen. I hugged my daughter so tightly, and I begged the Creator not to take me. Then some of the warmth returned to my leg. However my foot was still cold. I was totally stupefied by this whole event. I sat back in my chair to gain composure. I happened to look down the darkened hallway from which I had come, and there crouched amongst the shadows was a glistening Black Panther. There it crouched staring me in the eyes, peering into the depths of my soul, seeing what I did not wish to see. I felt naked and absolutely vulnerable. The Panther was motionless and exceedingly real. I looked away from his staring eyes, then back down the hallway to where he was crouching. He was gone. I will never forget his piercing dark eyes. Why had this happened to me?
Then a small cross appeared in the sky witnessed by a Presbyterian Padre and myself in Base Borden in the summer of 06, approximately ten months after I had seen the apparition of the Black Panther. The cross was white, perfect to the symmetry of a plus positive sign”+”. It was a Saturday morning when it appeared about 500 ft. in the air.
It was a beautiful sunny day, about eleven o’clock in the morning when I was driving past the military Cannex plaza. I happened to look out the passenger window of my van and noticed a perfect cross in the sky hanging over Passchendaele road, beside the library, in close proximity to General Worthington’s tomb, and the Protestant, interfaith, and Catholic chapels. If one were to look at the cross in front of Trinity Protestant chapel in the same direction that the cross in the sky appeared, the two would overlap. I was totally amazed. I immediately sought a witness to this strange event.
I had been working at a Padre’s house on the Friday, and had loaned him an oil paint brush to paint the wood around his flower-bed. I had to retrieve my brush sometime anyway, so I drove to the Padre’s home to get the brush as well as a second witness to the cross in the sky. It was a case of amazing irony. I didn’t care about the paintbrush as such, but it gave me good excuse to visit him.
I drove down Somme Blvd. to the Padre’s house and knocked on his front door. He came with the brush in hand, but I said, “No, it’s okay, there’s something I want to show you.” I looked in the direction of the cross but could not see it as there was a tree blocking our view. I said “It’s behind the tree; we’ll have to cross the street.” So the Padre and I crossed Somme Blvd. and the cross came into view. It hadn’t changed at all; it was still as perfect as it was. We were both smiling happily at this strange event, and then he asked me happily if I was St. Augustine? I replied “Not that I know of, I’m just Jim.” We spent only a few moments looking, then we broke rank, he returning to his house, and I to my van. We should have got on our knees and thanked God but I think we were both so elated we did not know what to do.
The cross was as perfect dimensionally as one could imagine. It was nearly identical to the Sovereign cross in our Monarch’s crown. It was also identical in size to a real cross, the one our Lord and Savior Jesus hung on. It was only about four or five hundred feet in the air, far lower than jets would travel, eliminating the possibility that it was jet contrails in the sky. The cross had appeared on the Jewish Sabbath.
Was this a miracle? I would have to say absolutely, as several weeks later I had two complete visions, one of forgiveness, the other of judgment day. The visions were as real as anything I have ever encountered. They happened while I was wide awake, where I was taken to a spiritual dimension in power. A dimension where truth is victorious and love has indeed won the day. Since God is “love”, as John says, that power is able to overflow in our souls. God has his love to share, and as He wraps His loving arms around us in paradise the joy knows no bounds. Death is simply swallowed up in victory!
I later realized that Passchendaele was the worst battle Canadians had ever fought in, occurring in WW1. The landscape was the closest thing to Armageddon one could imagine. The landscape was littered with lifeless trees, and the mud so deep it swallowed mules whole. I humbly suggest the reader take these visions seriously. They are not a figment of my imagination, as no imagination could conceive of anything so vivid. I swear by the living God, I lie not.
It was ‘06 and I had been working painting personal married quarters for the army. I had already seen the cross in the sky but I hadn’t told anybody except my family about it. I then started going through spiritual turmoil. I did not know my position in life. I wondered greatly what God thought of me. I was somewhat aware that He was looking at all my thoughts and judging them in a spiritual light. Then about three weeks after the cross appeared I had two amazing visions. The first vision is as follows.
I came home from work and went down my basement stairs. As I stood on the basement floor I could sense something behind me. I turned over my right shoulder and looking directly behind me there was an orange ball, a glowing mass about a meter in diameter. In the ball was every sin I had ever done in my entire life. It was like a subdued ball of fire. It was exceedingly ugly, made me feel very uncomfortable, and scared me, having to look at all my sins at once. So I simply refused to look. Just then calm came over me and I was given courage. I knew God wanted me to stand up and be a man, admit my sins and simply trust. So I looked over my right shoulder again, and the ball of fire turned into a platform angled down slightly. The fire had dispersed itself into my basement walls. Everywhere I looked there was an eerie orange glow of fire. God wanted me to walk on the platform which was actually a scale to weigh one’s soul. There were about ten steps on the platform all representing commandments of God. I was to step on this first commandment.
As soon as I walked on the scales of justice, I lost the light in my eyes. It was as if the light of God had totally left me. The eye is the windowpane of the soul, and my eyes were darkened to death. I felt like the walking dead with all the weight of my sin on my back. I stepped on the second commandment of God and it was no different. It was not worse, but nothing could be worse anyhow. I trudged along and every commandment was the same, all death, agony from agony, and hopelessness from hopelessness. It was as if I was burning from the inside out. Not as a fire would burn skin. Rather a hellfire from within. All of these commandments were given for our benefit but they brought death. I stepped along to the end of the platform and hell was below me. I could not see a fiery hell below me rather an abyss of pure darkness of pure death, which is hell. Death is hell and it is eternal. Once one is condemned to death there is no escape unless you are forgiven. With hellfire all around me and through me, this vision was bringing nothing but horror as I had broken all of God’s laws and stood condemned.
Just then a ray of light shone upon me. I turned to my right and looked up and there was a massive Judges’ bench approximately sixty to eighty feet tall. The light beamed on me from the top and center of the bench and it was as a direct benign glow. Then a low man’s voice spoke from the light. It was a rather ordinary voice and I heard the words, “How do you plead?” I well knew I was guilty, so I replied “guilty.” There was a very brief pause, and then I heard the words, “You are forgiven.”
Immediately the light entered my soul and drew me up into it. The joy was absolutely astounding!! I could hear cheers and it seemed angel’s hands were helping me ascend into the light where the love and joy were increasing the further I went up, getting closer and closer to God. Magnificent love is the only term I can use to help describe the feeling. Similar to the love you have for a mother or father, amplified a million times and continually amplifying. I ascended higher and higher as love burst within me to rapturous joy. It was pure love, so gentle, hopeful, and kind. I have never felt so happy on Earth. You would give your life just to experience the love of God. It was then that I saw the left foot of the Messiah, Christ the Savior. I kissed his foot in ecstasy! Our Savior had forgiven me, and my thanks were allowed to express themselves in a divine union with the Creator. I had went from being the walking dead to the bliss of heaven in a few short seconds, from death to life in the twinkling of an eye, and the Messiah deserved all the praise because he made it possible. This I knew for certain.
I found myself heartily laughing in my kitchen, the laughter coming up and out of my belly. I was looking up at the ceiling as if looking at the foot of Christ. I had never laughed so heartily in my entire life. My wife came into the kitchen and looked at me oddly. I said to her,” Honey, you are going to laugh your way to heaven.” I paused and reflected upon the hellfire part of the vision then said, “Or cry your way to hell, they are absolute truths.” My wife didn’t answer me. Instead, she looked confused and walked out of the kitchen.
The Black Panther
I asked God if I could smoke my last cigarette. I heard a small voice say “go ahead”. I lit the smoke and thought on my death. Losing my children Phil, Paul, and Sarah, I thought on my youngest Sarah who was sitting in the living-room. I butted my cigarette and went out to see her. Both my wife and Sarah were watching a comedy on T.V. but nothing was funny at all. It seemed to me the T.V. was watching me! That God’s holy eyes were peering into my soul. As if I was the performer, and He the audience. Everything had been reversed.
The coldness continued up my leg to my abdomen. I hugged my daughter so tightly, and I begged the Creator not to take me. Then some of the warmth returned to my leg. However my foot was still cold. I was totally stupefied by this whole event. I sat back in my chair to gain composure. I happened to look down the darkened hallway from which I had come, and there crouched amongst the shadows was a glistening Black Panther. There it crouched staring me in the eyes, peering into the depths of my soul, seeing what I did not wish to see. I felt naked and absolutely vulnerable. The Panther was motionless and exceedingly real. I looked away from his staring eyes, then back down the hallway to where he was crouching. He was gone. I will never forget his piercing dark eyes. Why had this happened to me?
The White Cross
It was a beautiful sunny day, about eleven o’clock in the morning when I was driving past the military Cannex plaza. I happened to look out the passenger window of my van and noticed a perfect cross in the sky hanging over Passchendaele road, beside the library, in close proximity to General Worthington’s tomb, and the Protestant, interfaith, and Catholic chapels. If one were to look at the cross in front of Trinity Protestant chapel in the same direction that the cross in the sky appeared, the two would overlap. I was totally amazed. I immediately sought a witness to this strange event.
I had been working at a Padre’s house on the Friday, and had loaned him an oil paint brush to paint the wood around his flower-bed. I had to retrieve my brush sometime anyway, so I drove to the Padre’s home to get the brush as well as a second witness to the cross in the sky. It was a case of amazing irony. I didn’t care about the paintbrush as such, but it gave me good excuse to visit him.
I drove down Somme Blvd. to the Padre’s house and knocked on his front door. He came with the brush in hand, but I said, “No, it’s okay, there’s something I want to show you.” I looked in the direction of the cross but could not see it as there was a tree blocking our view. I said “It’s behind the tree; we’ll have to cross the street.” So the Padre and I crossed Somme Blvd. and the cross came into view. It hadn’t changed at all; it was still as perfect as it was. We were both smiling happily at this strange event, and then he asked me happily if I was St. Augustine? I replied “Not that I know of, I’m just Jim.” We spent only a few moments looking, then we broke rank, he returning to his house, and I to my van. We should have got on our knees and thanked God but I think we were both so elated we did not know what to do.
The cross was as perfect dimensionally as one could imagine. It was nearly identical to the Sovereign cross in our Monarch’s crown. It was also identical in size to a real cross, the one our Lord and Savior Jesus hung on. It was only about four or five hundred feet in the air, far lower than jets would travel, eliminating the possibility that it was jet contrails in the sky. The cross had appeared on the Jewish Sabbath.
Was this a miracle? I would have to say absolutely, as several weeks later I had two complete visions, one of forgiveness, the other of judgment day. The visions were as real as anything I have ever encountered. They happened while I was wide awake, where I was taken to a spiritual dimension in power. A dimension where truth is victorious and love has indeed won the day. Since God is “love”, as John says, that power is able to overflow in our souls. God has his love to share, and as He wraps His loving arms around us in paradise the joy knows no bounds. Death is simply swallowed up in victory!
I later realized that Passchendaele was the worst battle Canadians had ever fought in, occurring in WW1. The landscape was the closest thing to Armageddon one could imagine. The landscape was littered with lifeless trees, and the mud so deep it swallowed mules whole. I humbly suggest the reader take these visions seriously. They are not a figment of my imagination, as no imagination could conceive of anything so vivid. I swear by the living God, I lie not.
The First Vision
I came home from work and went down my basement stairs. As I stood on the basement floor I could sense something behind me. I turned over my right shoulder and looking directly behind me there was an orange ball, a glowing mass about a meter in diameter. In the ball was every sin I had ever done in my entire life. It was like a subdued ball of fire. It was exceedingly ugly, made me feel very uncomfortable, and scared me, having to look at all my sins at once. So I simply refused to look. Just then calm came over me and I was given courage. I knew God wanted me to stand up and be a man, admit my sins and simply trust. So I looked over my right shoulder again, and the ball of fire turned into a platform angled down slightly. The fire had dispersed itself into my basement walls. Everywhere I looked there was an eerie orange glow of fire. God wanted me to walk on the platform which was actually a scale to weigh one’s soul. There were about ten steps on the platform all representing commandments of God. I was to step on this first commandment.
As soon as I walked on the scales of justice, I lost the light in my eyes. It was as if the light of God had totally left me. The eye is the windowpane of the soul, and my eyes were darkened to death. I felt like the walking dead with all the weight of my sin on my back. I stepped on the second commandment of God and it was no different. It was not worse, but nothing could be worse anyhow. I trudged along and every commandment was the same, all death, agony from agony, and hopelessness from hopelessness. It was as if I was burning from the inside out. Not as a fire would burn skin. Rather a hellfire from within. All of these commandments were given for our benefit but they brought death. I stepped along to the end of the platform and hell was below me. I could not see a fiery hell below me rather an abyss of pure darkness of pure death, which is hell. Death is hell and it is eternal. Once one is condemned to death there is no escape unless you are forgiven. With hellfire all around me and through me, this vision was bringing nothing but horror as I had broken all of God’s laws and stood condemned.
Just then a ray of light shone upon me. I turned to my right and looked up and there was a massive Judges’ bench approximately sixty to eighty feet tall. The light beamed on me from the top and center of the bench and it was as a direct benign glow. Then a low man’s voice spoke from the light. It was a rather ordinary voice and I heard the words, “How do you plead?” I well knew I was guilty, so I replied “guilty.” There was a very brief pause, and then I heard the words, “You are forgiven.”
Immediately the light entered my soul and drew me up into it. The joy was absolutely astounding!! I could hear cheers and it seemed angel’s hands were helping me ascend into the light where the love and joy were increasing the further I went up, getting closer and closer to God. Magnificent love is the only term I can use to help describe the feeling. Similar to the love you have for a mother or father, amplified a million times and continually amplifying. I ascended higher and higher as love burst within me to rapturous joy. It was pure love, so gentle, hopeful, and kind. I have never felt so happy on Earth. You would give your life just to experience the love of God. It was then that I saw the left foot of the Messiah, Christ the Savior. I kissed his foot in ecstasy! Our Savior had forgiven me, and my thanks were allowed to express themselves in a divine union with the Creator. I had went from being the walking dead to the bliss of heaven in a few short seconds, from death to life in the twinkling of an eye, and the Messiah deserved all the praise because he made it possible. This I knew for certain.
I found myself heartily laughing in my kitchen, the laughter coming up and out of my belly. I was looking up at the ceiling as if looking at the foot of Christ. I had never laughed so heartily in my entire life. My wife came into the kitchen and looked at me oddly. I said to her,” Honey, you are going to laugh your way to heaven.” I paused and reflected upon the hellfire part of the vision then said, “Or cry your way to hell, they are absolute truths.” My wife didn’t answer me. Instead, she looked confused and walked out of the kitchen.
