Lee's powerful Story of why I believe Jesus is the only way to heaven
Around late 80's, early 1990's, Id been out in my car, playing around with a communication called CB-Radio, chatting to others. When I later got home I had a pot noodle, my usual favorite, nothing out of the ordinary for me. Anyhow I had a dream that was to change my life dramatically. It was more a dream within a dream I think it could be said. This dream though, was to leave a lasting impression on me.
(The Dream) - Suddenly I awoke the walls seem to be peeling down, as if melting, whats going on I thought. I went rushing into my mothers bedroom to tell her about what was happening. But, as usual she does not seem to be taking me seriously. Anyhow out of the corner of my eye I could tell there was like a head in the middle, but along the edge of the bed, if that makes sense, a bald guy, no it was attached Im sure, kind of like it was learning over, resting his chin on the bed. Then right in the corner sitting down was a chubby man with like a white talc powered appearance. Anyway I woke up with a stare, my eyes just opened with a stare, not the usual jerk that have accompanied so many nightmare dreams. For the next two weeks I had some kind of oppression, I know its hard to explain. But it was like something pressing down on my brain, some sort of dull ache, something squeezing my brain slightly, if that makes sense. At first I took some comfort in it as it was like being spaced out on drugs, not that I have taken any in my life. It seemed to give me a kind of confidence, I was not quite so shy anymore. The thing is, I kept getting this feeling, impression, call it what you will, to hit such and such over the head with a hammer, WHAT, why on earth should I do a thing like that. Yes I told the person close to me about it. Anyway I did seem to live with it, and surpress such thoughts, and ignore them.
by the way I later interpretted this to be satan's way of saying carry on the way you are and you'll be coming to me, in other words on my way to hell. If that was the case it was certainly to back fire.
In 1993, I had my first girlfriend and so was in a more softer mood. I was around my Cousins, and he asked if I wanted to pray. Oh no not that Jesus thing again I thought. Still, being in a softer mood I thought why not, what the heck. Then, Wow, afterwards I couldnt believe it, this oppression in my head had suddenly lifted and gone, even my cousin looked shocked and hes suppose to believe. Well I can tell you, I drove home that night, car window down, tears welling up in my eyes. I felt alive again, I could feel the night air, I could breathe, it was truly nothing short of awesome. Sadly though, it came back. When I did become a Born Again Christian in Jan 1995, cousin still praying for me it still kept returning. Then In the later part of 1990s I started to drift, and eventually church became less and less.
[FONT=helvetica,arial,sans-serif]I started a web site late 2001. I was trying to create a community, but it did not have much success, so eventually turned it into a Christian Site. On 15/03/03, I took a look at my web sites guest-book. This looks interesting I thought. Now I must point out that around this time I had sent a letter to Tony Blair opposing the war against Iraq. The things being said on this website were alarming to say the least. So I mailed my Tony Blair letter to try and use my weight further, only I mailed it to the Russians and then said at the bottom, By the way can you take a look at this site.' Silly me always rushing in. After I sent it, I thought oh no, if they read that about themselves being involved in an attack on America on this website, and let's say its true, stupid me.[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica,arial,sans-serif]Later I went to google and typed things in like end times, visions and dreams. To my amazement I found lots of sites similar to the one that had posted on my guest book. Then on 22/03/03 I had contact from the guy behind that web site. He was telling me some things Ill say. He told me things like the Iraq war will turn nuclear and so forth. Then after telling me that he was taking a break, him being in a Library, I also went off. When I came back on and read the latest email from him, I was shocked. He told me something I knew within seconds was right. He had told me that God told him I was a fake. He appeared to be correct. I had something that God did not approve of. So I threw them out. WOW, suddenly guess what happened during this. My head was lifting more and more. I felt lighter headed, no big oppression any more. However it is my belief today that guy was a false prophet.[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica,arial,sans-serif]That same night, I think it was, I had an attack. I suddenly found that I could not sleep, in a desperate situation I got out of bed and felt strange, it was like I was fading. I was in a panic stricken state. I put the TV on, maybe they dropped that nuclear bomb I thought But nope, just more bombing of the capital. Strange I thought, so on went my computer to seek comfort. Then suddenly I heard something in my head say go on kill yourself. I was aware of shivering and shaking so I checked the thermometer and it was between 22-23.0c, which was for me usually warm enough in my bedroom. Luckily a great woman called Jacquetta was on at the time and after much e-mailing asking her to pray, suddenly I felt the Holy Spirit come on me and the shaking and shivering motions stopped, as I raised my hands either side of me. It was the most powerful and awesome I have ever felt God's spirit.[/FONT]
Around late 80's, early 1990's, Id been out in my car, playing around with a communication called CB-Radio, chatting to others. When I later got home I had a pot noodle, my usual favorite, nothing out of the ordinary for me. Anyhow I had a dream that was to change my life dramatically. It was more a dream within a dream I think it could be said. This dream though, was to leave a lasting impression on me.
(The Dream) - Suddenly I awoke the walls seem to be peeling down, as if melting, whats going on I thought. I went rushing into my mothers bedroom to tell her about what was happening. But, as usual she does not seem to be taking me seriously. Anyhow out of the corner of my eye I could tell there was like a head in the middle, but along the edge of the bed, if that makes sense, a bald guy, no it was attached Im sure, kind of like it was learning over, resting his chin on the bed. Then right in the corner sitting down was a chubby man with like a white talc powered appearance. Anyway I woke up with a stare, my eyes just opened with a stare, not the usual jerk that have accompanied so many nightmare dreams. For the next two weeks I had some kind of oppression, I know its hard to explain. But it was like something pressing down on my brain, some sort of dull ache, something squeezing my brain slightly, if that makes sense. At first I took some comfort in it as it was like being spaced out on drugs, not that I have taken any in my life. It seemed to give me a kind of confidence, I was not quite so shy anymore. The thing is, I kept getting this feeling, impression, call it what you will, to hit such and such over the head with a hammer, WHAT, why on earth should I do a thing like that. Yes I told the person close to me about it. Anyway I did seem to live with it, and surpress such thoughts, and ignore them.
by the way I later interpretted this to be satan's way of saying carry on the way you are and you'll be coming to me, in other words on my way to hell. If that was the case it was certainly to back fire.
In 1993, I had my first girlfriend and so was in a more softer mood. I was around my Cousins, and he asked if I wanted to pray. Oh no not that Jesus thing again I thought. Still, being in a softer mood I thought why not, what the heck. Then, Wow, afterwards I couldnt believe it, this oppression in my head had suddenly lifted and gone, even my cousin looked shocked and hes suppose to believe. Well I can tell you, I drove home that night, car window down, tears welling up in my eyes. I felt alive again, I could feel the night air, I could breathe, it was truly nothing short of awesome. Sadly though, it came back. When I did become a Born Again Christian in Jan 1995, cousin still praying for me it still kept returning. Then In the later part of 1990s I started to drift, and eventually church became less and less.
[FONT=helvetica,arial,sans-serif]I started a web site late 2001. I was trying to create a community, but it did not have much success, so eventually turned it into a Christian Site. On 15/03/03, I took a look at my web sites guest-book. This looks interesting I thought. Now I must point out that around this time I had sent a letter to Tony Blair opposing the war against Iraq. The things being said on this website were alarming to say the least. So I mailed my Tony Blair letter to try and use my weight further, only I mailed it to the Russians and then said at the bottom, By the way can you take a look at this site.' Silly me always rushing in. After I sent it, I thought oh no, if they read that about themselves being involved in an attack on America on this website, and let's say its true, stupid me.[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica,arial,sans-serif]Later I went to google and typed things in like end times, visions and dreams. To my amazement I found lots of sites similar to the one that had posted on my guest book. Then on 22/03/03 I had contact from the guy behind that web site. He was telling me some things Ill say. He told me things like the Iraq war will turn nuclear and so forth. Then after telling me that he was taking a break, him being in a Library, I also went off. When I came back on and read the latest email from him, I was shocked. He told me something I knew within seconds was right. He had told me that God told him I was a fake. He appeared to be correct. I had something that God did not approve of. So I threw them out. WOW, suddenly guess what happened during this. My head was lifting more and more. I felt lighter headed, no big oppression any more. However it is my belief today that guy was a false prophet.[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica,arial,sans-serif]That same night, I think it was, I had an attack. I suddenly found that I could not sleep, in a desperate situation I got out of bed and felt strange, it was like I was fading. I was in a panic stricken state. I put the TV on, maybe they dropped that nuclear bomb I thought But nope, just more bombing of the capital. Strange I thought, so on went my computer to seek comfort. Then suddenly I heard something in my head say go on kill yourself. I was aware of shivering and shaking so I checked the thermometer and it was between 22-23.0c, which was for me usually warm enough in my bedroom. Luckily a great woman called Jacquetta was on at the time and after much e-mailing asking her to pray, suddenly I felt the Holy Spirit come on me and the shaking and shivering motions stopped, as I raised my hands either side of me. It was the most powerful and awesome I have ever felt God's spirit.[/FONT]
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