Naked Man Comes To Life On Concrete Slab! Miracles We Do Not Recognize.

Miracles! You have to love God!

Ian McCormack Died Went To Hell And Heaven And Came Back To Life

Ian McCormack died in 1982. While dead he went to hell then heaven. He decided to come back to life to thank his mom for praying for him.


Moms and children prayers are some of the most powerful prayers.


Ian McCormack's videos are at the end of this very intense research piece.

Miracle in the Gulf of Mexico!

Three men were stranded in the Gulf of Mexico for eight days. They were found 180 miles off the coast of Texas. I read the article in detail. Two items struck me as odd. (1) They prayed and did not give up hope. (2) They had a mass hallucination where they saw people bringing them food and water and they as a group talked to the people that brought them water and food

Pray. You pray. Angels come to your rescue with food and water. You rationalize and call it an hallucination. Often when miracles happen we rationalize the miracle and do not have to accept the miracle. At the end of this article there is a YouTube video of Minister Don Piper. Min. Don Piper talks about his miracle and his "90 minutes in heaven"

Please see Don Piper's video.

Please comment.

The Miracle Of Life : Water.

Does Hell Exist?

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Sometimes the prophet does know

Near Death Experience.

Vicky's Miracle!

This is Vicky Noratuk's written testimony. Seattle, WA.

"A Blind Woman's Near Death Experience "
"by Vicky Noratuk"


"Between 1947 and 1952, 50,00 babies were blinded by excess oxygen, given to them in the newly developed air lock incubator. One of the clues to this tragedy was the discovery of the loss of peripheral vision among pilots breathing oxygen through air masks. I had been in the womb 22 weeks by December of 1950, when I was born at St. Luke Hospital in Pasadena, California. Weighing 3 pounds at birth, it was logical that I would be placed in one of the new incubators. Since then, for 43 years, I have seen no light, no shadows, nothing, the optic nerves to my eyes having been destroyed. When I dream, I dream with the same sensations I experience when I'm awake. There is no visual data, just other sensations such as touch and sound. But I have seen as you see. Twice I nearly died, and on those occasions, for the first time in my life, I saw. I left my body and saw. This is an account of my second near death experience.


On February 2, 1973 I was working as a singer and pianist at a restaurant in Seattle, Washington. It was 2 am. The owner, afraid of offending a drunk couple that had offered me a ride home, overruled my objections, and insisted that I accept their offer. He refused to open up his office so I could get change for the pay phone to call a cab. He left, and no one else was going my way. I reluctantly accepted the ride. As we drove along, the driver mentioned he was seeing double. The VW bus weaved through the streets. Near the base of Queen Anne hill there was a squealing of tires, and we spun out of control. The driver's wife yelled "Oh my God, we're crashing!" Everything became very slow. I screamed. That was my last conscious in-the-body awareness.


Dazed and disoriented I felt myself leave my body through my mouth. Time still seemed stretched and elongated. I was rising into the air, above the street, confused. I saw my body briefly. There was an uncertain moment when part of me wanted to go back into it, but another part of me felt so neat being out! Then I returned. It was like returning to your house when you forget something. I don't remember the trip to Harbor View Hospital.


My first awareness in the emergency room was of being up near the ceiling. I could see again! Throughout this near death experience I was in a state of stunned awe from seeing. In fact, it was so foreign to me that it was a continuous complication in my efforts to cope. But it was also like a foreign language that you don't understand, but that you ache to hear more of. Below me was a body on a cart I wasn't sure was me. I was shocked and aghast. The hair length was mine, and a lot of it had been shaved off! This may not make sense, but it took me so long to grow, and I loved my hair!. It was like losing an important part of me. Blood caked the skull. Nearby I clearly saw a female member of the medical team. I felt drawn to her, and I can't explain why. But I had a great need to get her to understand me. Then I heard a male voice say that there was blood on my left ear drum, and that I might be deaf. "I'm not deaf! I'm not deaf!" I was screaming at him. Maybe she could tell him. "Don't you hear me? I'm right over here!" At this point while the visual impressions floored me, they were secondary to my desire to communicate verbally, because that's the main way I've navigated through life. Then the female said, "We don't know how much brain damage there is...and if she might be in a vegetative state." I yelled at her, "I'm not in a vegetative state!" I was so frustrated and angry because I was yelling with every ounce of strength I had, and it was like I didn't exist! I just wanted to get out of there. Almost immediately, as if in response to my thought, I was drawn up, sort of "Vooom!" right through the ceiling and then the hospital, rising through space."



"I saw lights. I don't know what they were from. But I didn't care, because I felt so free! I was giddy with the ease of movement I felt as I rose. I felt like screaming and shouting with intoxication. This might sound crazy, but it reminds me of the feeling a puppy might have when it rolls all over the grass, and doesn't even care where it's rolling. In the distance I heard the most beautiful sound, like wind chimes. It contained every single note you could imagine, from the lowest to the highest, all blended together. As a musician I was intrigued. There were so many different tones that I didn't know were possible! I was awed.


Sucked head first into a dark tunnel, I was drawn by the wind toward a distant light that grew. There was a whooshing airy feeling, as though great, big monstrous fans were drawing me. The tube was comfortably wide. Occasionally I passed what looked like vents or windows in the sides of the tube. Through these I could see other beings both ahead of me and behind me in parallel tubes. They seemed to be expressing the same amazement I was experiencing. Inside I felt warmth throughout my being.


As I neared the end of the tunnel, the light became brilliant. Just before I reached the end I could hear people singing. It was like all the hymns you've ever heard sung at once, and blending together harmoniously! I noticed there were no hymns about Jesus dying, or the sad songs of blood and pain. These were songs of praise and jubilation. As I listened I could pick out an individual piece. Somehow their combined singing was beautiful, not horrible! It was like what could be made in order there could not be made in order here. The jubilation filled me.


My exit from the tube can best be described as rolling out onto grass in a balmy, bright summerland scene of trees, where there were thousands of people singing, laughing and talking. Some played what sounded like string instruments. Flowers were everywhere in different varieties, and I still recall a near jasmine scent. Both the flowers, and the birds I observed in the trees seemed to have light around them. I also noticed that even among flowers and birds of the same kind, some had more light than others. At intervals ornate pillars supported what looked like roofs, creating park shelters. In the distance a huge gate glowed, the brightest object in my field of vision.


Then I saw Debby and Diane coming toward me from the right, and Mr. and Mrs. Zilk approaching from the left. I had been very close to Debby and Diane at the Oregon State School for the Blind. Debby had died from a hydrocephalic condition when I was 10. Diane had drowned in the bathtub next to my room from a muscle spasm four years earlier. Even blind kids can be cruel, and because Debby was quite overweight, moved ponderously and didn't talk very well, and because Diane would curse frequently at people, they were both shunned and made fun of by the other kids. I felt sorry for both of them and reached out to them because of that. Mrs. Zilk had been an elderly next door neighbor who babysat me when my Grandmother had to work. She had been a real sweet woman who went along with a lot of my imaginative playtime stuff. Debby and Diane moved towards me gracefully. Both of them seemed to be healed inside, or somehow made better. I could feel them reaching out to me with love, Diane seeming to have an almost desperate desire to say something.


In a place where time may have no meaning, there was then an instant when I knew everything, when everything made sense. It was like this place was where I could find the answers to all the questions about life, about the planets, about God, about everything. Suddenly I intuitively understood math and science, and I don't know beans about math and science. I hadn't asked about calculus. Now I understood it. Languages became unimportant. I knew them. Even without asking questions, answers were imparted about things I'd always wondered about. I had always been troubled about the Trinity. Now I was aware that the Father was what you might call the Being/Source aspect of God, that the Son was the Doing aspect, and that the Holy Spirit was the Imparter, the Bringer of Knowledge. I was aware that these three aspects of God, while separate were also one, in the same way that a husband and wife are separate, yet one.


As Debby and Diane were approaching, now almost close enough to touch, I sensed a boundary across which I could not to go. Then Christ appeared. His light filled my vision. Holding out a raised right hand towards me, he said very definitely, "No!", blocking me and them from coming closer to each other. It would be like someone preventing you from going over a cliff, or passing a certain point, beyond which you wouldn't be able to return.


His face was strong and kind. He wore a beard and His hair was long. His gown, open at the chest, had a sash around the waist. I'm describing a form, but the incredible light He gave off outweighed it. Part of me could hardly stand to be around it, but yet I could stand it. It was like the light came out of His body directly, and He was made out of it. I was too, but my light was not nearly as intense as His. Debby and Diane also gave off light, but with Christ it was all around Him, especially around His head where the light was circular, and where He had arms or spokes of light extending, like those you might see from a star. Around the rest of His body the light was more uniform. His eyes were piercing, yet tender. You almost wanted to look away from them, but you couldn't. He could see everything about me, clear beyond everything, even more than I could see or know. It was kind of scary to be so totally known, exposed, and yet accepted and loved. Yet I wanted nothing more than to be part of it. It's kind of like songs about people being in love, where part of them wants to run away, and part of them doesn't.


"Well, hello," He said and embraced me. I didn't ever want to be away from Him, ever, ever. I just wanted Him to envelope me somehow, and not to be separated from Him. I was so excited about the knowledge I'd just found, that I felt like I was burbling and tripping over myself trying to communicate it to Him with a kind of thought transference. And he said, "Isn't it wonderful? Everything is beautiful here, and it fits together. And you'll find that. But you can't stay here now. It's not your time yet. You have to go back." Then He said, "Watch this." And then I saw my whole life, from my birth to the current moment. I knew He was with me, but my awareness of everything else around me disappeared. In this process I actually observed myself, as well as being aware of the thoughts and feelings of myself and all others involved in every incident in my life. Christ left it to me to assess things, to arrive at conclusions myself. I became aware that I was being harder on myself than He was.


In one incident, when I was nine or ten, Sharon, my roommate at the school for the blind, showed me a new dress her mother had just made for her. When she left the room, I ripped all the buttons and the lace off. I was angry because I wanted to be cared about the way her mother cared about her. Now when we observed myself doing this in the life review, Christ said to me, "Yeh, that wasn't too cool. But you made it right though." And Christ laughed as we now observed myself apologizing to and hugging Sharon later. During this entire encounter with Christ I believe he employed my vernacular as a way of relating to me. His laughter was hearty and supportive. Thinking about His reaction to that incident has helped me be less somber and uptight about things my children have done wrong. Then He asked me, "What have you learned from your life?" I answered that I thought it was important to be honest.


Then Christ said to me, "You have to learn and teach more about loving and forgiving. Whether people deserve it or not is not the point. You shouldn't try to select those who you think should be forgiven, and those who shouldn't." He was referring to a tendency in my past to forgive only those who had apologized to me. He also told me before I left that it was going to be hard, but to remember what I'd learned. Then there was absolutely nothing, for how long I have not idea. All of a sudden I felt heavy, and full of pain. I eventually awoke in the hospital to find that I had a skull fracture, a concussion, a neck injury, a back injury, and a leg injury.

The things I've been through since my second near death experience have been unbelievably hard. But I've learned a lot from them. I'm learning about separating the sin from the sinner. I'm learning about judging less and letting go of some of my past sense of smugness and superiority. Finally, I'm learning to care for myself enough that I no longer allow the negative thoughts of others to drag me down. As Christ said, the path has been hard, but in walking it I feel I've grown."



"

Preacher, Don Piper Goes To Heaven!

Reverend Don Piper wrote "90 Minutes In Heaven".


He was in Heaven for 90 minutes. He reveals it has the most beautiful place. He did not want to come back.


We are glad he did!


Enjoy his video!

Don Piper: Heaven Exist.

Vicky Noratuk Went To Heaven!

We are glad this blind woman came back to earth to tell us what Heaven looks like!

Blind From Birth. Verbal Testimony. Amen.

Professor Howard Storm : Hell and Heaven.

This Professor's experience with hell changed his life.

Professor, Howard Storm Goes to Hell

Doctor Of Medicine Life Is Changed By Hell!

Dr. Donald Whitaker tells of his life changing experience.

M.D., Dr. Donald Whitaker Goes to Hell

Professor Turned Preacher

Reverend Howard Storm and Reverend Don Piper on stage together.


Paraphrase : "If you wonder if Jesus really exists, ask him to appear to you so that you believe and you know!" by Reverend Howard Storm.


Reverend Storm gives the primary testimony in this video.

Professor, Howard Storm Must See Testimony!

Ian McCormack. Testimony.

Unbelievable!


Always thank your mom!

Mom Convinces Son, Ian McCormack To Pray To God!

Ian McCormack : Testimony.

Incredible!


Thank your Mother, God and Jesus!

Ian McCormack : Pray To Jesus.

Ian McCormack Attacked By Jellyfish!

Amazing testimony and the power of a Mother's love.


We will be saved by testimony!

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Blind Lady Gains Sight

Vicky Noratuk's testimony is one the most powerful of all testimonies of miracles. This article was posted online. The source is from Seattle, Washington USA : Seattle International Association For Near Death Studies.



"A Blind Woman's Near Death Experience"
"by Vicky Noratuk"

"Between 1947 and 1952, 50,00 babies were blinded by excess oxygen, given to them in the newly developed air lock incubator. One of the clues to this tragedy was the discovery of the loss of peripheral vision among pilots breathing oxygen through air masks. I had been in the womb 22 weeks by December of 1950, when I was born at St. Luke Hospital in Pasadena, California. Weighing 3 pounds at birth, it was logical that I would be placed in one of the new incubators. Since then, for 43 years, I have seen no light, no shadows, nothing, the optic nerves to my eyes having been destroyed. When I dream, I dream with the same sensations I experience when I'm awake. There is no visual data, just other sensations such as touch and sound. But I have seen as you see. Twice I nearly died, and on those occasions, for the first time in my life, I saw. I left my body and saw. This is an account of my second near death experience.

On February 2, 1973 I was working as a singer and pianist at a restaurant in Seattle, Washington. It was 2 am. The owner, afraid of offending a drunk couple that had offered me a ride home, overruled my objections, and insisted that I accept their offer. He refused to open up his office so I could get change for the pay phone to call a cab. He left, and no one else was going my way. I reluctantly accepted the ride. As we drove along, the driver mentioned he was seeing double. The VW bus weaved through the streets. Near the base of Queen Anne hill there was a squealing of tires, and we spun out of control. The driver's wife yelled "Oh my God, we're crashing!" Everything became very slow. I screamed. That was my last conscious in-the-body awareness.


"

Dazed and disoriented I felt myself leave my body through my mouth. Time still seemed stretched and elongated. I was rising into the air, above the street, confused. I saw my body briefly. There was an uncertain moment when part of me wanted to go back into it, but another part of me felt so neat being out! Then I returned. It was like returning to your house when you forget something. I don't remember the trip to Harbor View Hospital.

My first awareness in the emergency room was of being up near the ceiling. I could see again! Throughout this near death experience I was in a state of stunned awe from seeing. In fact, it was so foreign to me that it was a continuous complication in my efforts to cope. But it was also like a foreign language that you don't understand, but that you ache to hear more of. Below me was a body on a cart I wasn't sure was me. I was shocked and aghast. The hair length was mine, and a lot of it had been shaved off! This may not make sense, but it took me so long to grow, and I loved my hair!. It was like losing an important part of me. Blood caked the skull. Nearby I clearly saw a female member of the medical team. I felt drawn to her, and I can't explain why. But I had a great need to get her to understand me. Then I heard a male voice say that there was blood on my left ear drum, and that I might be deaf. "I'm not deaf! I'm not deaf!" I was screaming at him. Maybe she could tell him. "Don't you hear me? I'm right over here!" At this point while the visual impressions floored me, they were secondary to my desire to communicate verbally, because that's the main way I've navigated through life. Then the female said, "We don't know how much brain damage there is...and if she might be in a vegetative state." I yelled at her, "I'm not in a vegetative state!" I was so frustrated and angry because I was yelling with every ounce of strength I had, and it was like I didn't exist! I just wanted to get out of there. Almost immediately, as if in response to my thought, I was drawn up, sort of "Vooom!" right through the ceiling and then the hospital, rising through space.

I saw lights. I don't know what they were from. But I didn't care, because I felt so free! I was giddy with the ease of movement I felt as I rose. I felt like screaming and shouting with intoxication. This might sound crazy, but it reminds me of the feeling a puppy might have when it rolls all over the grass, and doesn't even care where it's rolling. In the distance I heard the most beautiful sound, like wind chimes. It contained every single note you could imagine, from the lowest to the highest, all blended together. As a musician I was intrigued. There were so many different tones that I didn't know were possible! I was awed."


"Sucked head first into a dark tunnel, I was drawn by the wind toward a distant light that grew. There was a whooshing airy feeling, as though great, big monstrous fans were drawing me. The tube was comfortably wide. Occasionally I passed what looked like vents or windows in the sides of the tube. Through these I could see other beings both ahead of me and behind me in parallel tubes. They seemed to be expressing the same amazement I was experiencing. Inside I felt warmth throughout my being.

As I neared the end of the tunnel, the light became brilliant. Just before I reached the end I could hear people singing. It was like all the hymns you've ever heard sung at once, and blending together harmoniously! I noticed there were no hymns about Jesus dying, or the sad songs of blood and pain. These were songs of praise and jubilation. As I listened I could pick out an individual piece. Somehow their combined singing was beautiful, not horrible! It was like what could be made in order there could not be made in order here. The jubilation filled me.

My exit from the tube can best be described as rolling out onto grass in a balmy, bright summerland scene of trees, where there were thousands of people singing, laughing and talking. Some played what sounded like string instruments. Flowers were everywhere in different varieties, and I still recall a near jasmine scent. Both the flowers, and the birds I observed in the trees seemed to have light around them. I also noticed that even among flowers and birds of the same kind, some had more light than others. At intervals ornate pillars supported what looked like roofs, creating park shelters. In the distance a huge gate glowed, the brightest object in my field of vision.

Then I saw Debby and Diane coming toward me from the right, and Mr. and Mrs. Zilk approaching from the left. I had been very close to Debby and Diane at the Oregon State School for the Blind. Debby had died from a hydrocephalic condition when I was 10. Diane had drowned in the bathtub next to my room from a muscle spasm four years earlier. Even blind kids can be cruel, and because Debby was quite overweight, moved ponderously and didn't talk very well, and because Diane would curse frequently at people, they were both shunned and made fun of by the other kids. I felt sorry for both of them and reached out to them because of that. Mrs. Zilk had been an elderly next door neighbor who babysat me when my Grandmother had to work. She had been a real sweet woman who went along with a lot of my imaginative playtime stuff. Debby and Diane moved towards me gracefully. Both of them seemed to be healed inside, or somehow made better. I could feel them reaching out to me with love, Diane seeming to have an almost desperate desire to say something."


"In a place where time may have no meaning, there was then an instant when I knew everything, when everything made sense. It was like this place was where I could find the answers to all the questions about life, about the planets, about God, about everything. Suddenly I intuitively understood math and science, and I don't know beans about math and science. I hadn't asked about calculus. Now I understood it. Languages became unimportant. I knew them. Even without asking questions, answers were imparted about things I'd always wondered about. I had always been troubled about the Trinity. Now I was aware that the Father was what you might call the Being/Source aspect of God, that the Son was the Doing aspect, and that the Holy Spirit was the Imparter, the Bringer of Knowledge. I was aware that these three aspects of God, while separate were also one, in the same way that a husband and wife are separate, yet one.

As Debby and Diane were approaching, now almost close enough to touch, I sensed a boundary across which I could not to go. Then Christ appeared. His light filled my vision. Holding out a raised right hand towards me, he said very definitely, "No!", blocking me and them from coming closer to each other. It would be like someone preventing you from going over a cliff, or passing a certain point, beyond which you wouldn't be able to return.

His face was strong and kind. He wore a beard and His hair was long. His gown, open at the chest, had a sash around the waist. I'm describing a form, but the incredible light He gave off outweighed it. Part of me could hardly stand to be around it, but yet I could stand it. It was like the light came out of His body directly, and He was made out of it. I was too, but my light was not nearly as intense as His. Debby and Diane also gave off light, but with Christ it was all around Him, especially around His head where the light was circular, and where He had arms or spokes of light extending, like those you might see from a star. Around the rest of His body the light was more uniform. His eyes were piercing, yet tender. You almost wanted to look away from them, but you couldn't. He could see everything about me, clear beyond everything, even more than I could see or know. It was kind of scary to be so totally known, exposed, and yet accepted and loved. Yet I wanted nothing more than to be part of it. It's kind of like songs about people being in love, where part of them wants to run away, and part of them doesn't."


"Well, hello," He said and embraced me. I didn't ever want to be away from Him, ever, ever. I just wanted Him to envelope me somehow, and not to be separated from Him. I was so excited about the knowledge I'd just found, that I felt like I was burbling and tripping over myself trying to communicate it to Him with a kind of thought transference. And he said, "Isn't it wonderful? Everything is beautiful here, and it fits together. And you'll find that. But you can't stay here now. It's not your time yet. You have to go back." Then He said, "Watch this." And then I saw my whole life, from my birth to the current moment. I knew He was with me, but my awareness of everything else around me disappeared. In this process I actually observed myself, as well as being aware of the thoughts and feelings of myself and all others involved in every incident in my life. Christ left it to me to assess things, to arrive at conclusions myself. I became aware that I was being harder on myself than He was.

In one incident, when I was nine or ten, Sharon, my roommate at the school for the blind, showed me a new dress her mother had just made for her. When she left the room, I ripped all the buttons and the lace off. I was angry because I wanted to be cared about the way her mother cared about her. Now when we observed myself doing this in the life review, Christ said to me, "Yeh, that wasn't too cool. But you made it right though." And Christ laughed as we now observed myself apologizing to and hugging Sharon later. During this entire encounter with Christ I believe he employed my vernacular as a way of relating to me. His laughter was hearty and supportive. Thinking about His reaction to that incident has helped me be less somber and uptight about things my children have done wrong. Then He asked me, "What have you learned from your life?" I answered that I thought it was important to be honest.

Then Christ said to me, "You have to learn and teach more about loving and forgiving. Whether people deserve it or not is not the point. You shouldn't try to select those who you think should be forgiven, and those who shouldn't." He was referring to a tendency in my past to forgive only those who had apologized to me. He also told me before I left that it was going to be hard, but to remember what I'd learned. Then there was absolutely nothing, for how long I have not idea. All of a sudden I felt heavy, and full of pain. I eventually awoke in the hospital to find that I had a skull fracture, a concussion, a neck injury, a back injury, and a leg injury."


"The things I've been through since my second near death experience have been unbelievably hard. But I've learned a lot from them. I'm learning about separating the sin from the sinner. I'm learning about judging less and letting go of some of my past sense of smugness and superiority. Finally, I'm learning to care for myself enough that I no longer allow the negative thoughts of others to drag me down. As Christ said, the path has been hard, but in walking it I feel I've grown."


This is not all! There is more testimony from Vicky!

Quiz. Who are the people in the video?

Ian McCormack : How To Get Fish Not Sharks!

Ian McCormack testimony of Heaven and Hell.


This can change your life.

Fish Blood and Local Creole Men.

Tyler Doohan, 9 years old, transitions while saving 7 people.

Tyler Doohan is 9 years old. He hails from WI. He transitioned while saving seven souls.

His story is captured in this link from CBS.


I now paraphrase what the Son Of Man said 2000 years ago : " No greater love exists than to give one's life for another". In the anointed and blessed name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth I pray. Amen.



Ian McCormack's Testimony

Ian McCormack's Testimony In Brastilava

Ian McCormack testimony. March 23, 2011. Brastilava, Slovakia, Europe.


Ian died. He went to hell. He prayed. He went to heaven. He came back to Earth. He wanted to let his mom know that her prayers saved him from hell.

Ian asked God to show Ian God's face (at this point in Ian's testimony he is in the ambulance and God showed him his mother's face) Ian is shown his mom's face. Please note even at this point in time, 30 years after his miracle, Ian does not recognize that his mom IS GOD AND MOM at the same time : In Matthew chapter 25 verses 31-46 King James Version, I will paraphrase ; When Jesus/God comes to separate the sheep (righteous) from the goats (those that are left are the goats, when they had the opportunity to help those in need they did not) The sheep go to the light the goats go to eternal darkness.


King James Version Bible: Matthew 25: 31-46


31 When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory:

32 And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats:

33 And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left.

34 Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:

35 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:

36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.

37 Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?

38 When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?

39 Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?

40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

41 Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels:

42 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink:

43 I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.

44 Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee?

45 Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.

46 And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.

When you are are at your most stress Jesus/God is right there with you. If you do not believe in Jesus ask Jesus to show you he exists and be patient he will reveal himself. Two prayers that will always help you are the lord's prayer and psalm 23.

Lord's Prayer : Matthew 6: 9-15. Luke 11 ; 2-4.

King James Version : Matthew 6: 9-15.


9 After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.

10 Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.

11 Give us this day our daily bread.

12 And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.

13 And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.

14 For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you:

15 But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.

Luke 11: 2-4


2 And he said unto them, When ye pray, say, Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, as in heaven, so in earth.

3 Give us day by day our daily bread.

4 And forgive us our sins; for we also forgive every one that is indebted to us. And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil.

Psalm 23 King James Version


23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Amen. Thank you Lord for your prophet Ian McCormack.

In the anointed and blessed name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth I pray.



Ian McCoemack's Testimony In European Language 2011

Transportation by foot, donkey, camel or car is transportation.

Appearance of camels in Genesis called sign of authors' distance from history

New carbon dating evidence shows animals not domesticated until centuries later

by Mike Krumboltz of Yahoo News 02/12/2014

"Biblical scholars have long been aware many of the stories and accounts in the sacred book were not written by eyewitnesses, and according to new research, further evidence of that historical distance has appeared in the form of a hump-backed camel.

Research NEW using radioactive-carbon dating techniques shows the animals weren't domesticated until hundreds of years after the events documented in the Book of Genesis. Reseach The was published by Erez Ben-Yosef and Lidar Sapir-Hen, archaeologists from Tel Aviv University in Israel. They believe camels were not domesticated in the eastern Mediterranean until the 10th century B.C.

And yet, the hump-backed creatures are REPEATEDLY MENTIONED alongside Abraham, Jacob and Isaac, indicating the Bible's writers and editors were portraying what they saw in their present as how things looked in the past, says a ARTICLE NEW YORK TIMES by John Noble Wilford:

These anachronisms are telling evidence that the Bible was written or edited long after the events it narrates and is not always reliable as verifiable history. These camel stories "do not encapsulate memories from the second millennium," said Noam Mizrahi, an Israeli biblical scholar, "but should be viewed as back-projections from a much later period."

Via National Geographic:

While there are conflicting theories about when the Bible was composed, the recent research suggests it was written much later than the events it describes. This supports earlier studies that have challenged the Bible's veracity as a historic document.

The biblical angle wasn't the focus of the recent research, though, just an after-the-fact observation.

The question over "phantom camels" is not new one, according to Magazine Time. Biblical scholar William Foxwell Albright "argued in the mid-1900s that camels were an anachronism."

In an CNN Opinion Piece For, Joel Baden writes that there was no deception intended on the part of the Bible's authors.

"Biblical authors," Baden writes, "simply transplanted the nomadic standards of their time into the distant past. There is nothing deceptive about this. They weren’t trying to trick anyone. They imagined, quite reasonably, that the past was, fundamentally, like their present."

A similar conclusion was reached by Com. Smithsonian author Colin Schultz, who wrote, "these findings don't necessarily disprove all the stories of the Bible. Rather, knowing that there are camels where there definitely shouldn't be shows that the Bible's authors, working thousands of years after the events they were describing were supposed to take place, took a modern lens to these ancient tales." "

MY TAKE IS THAT "anachronisms" IN THE BIBLE DO NOT INVALIDATE THE MESSAGE.

REMEMBER THE PROPHET JOSEPH AND THE KING IN EGYPT. GENESIS 41: 1-57; EGYPT 'S PHARAOH HAD DREAMS THAT NEEDED TO BE INTERPRETED. THE MESSAGE WAS ENCRYPTED AND WAS DECIPHER BY THE PROPHET JOSEPH. MATTHEW 13: 13-15 ; WITH THE HOLY SPIRIT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ; WITHOUT THE HOLY SPIRIT YOU WILL HEAR BUT NOT HEAR, SEE BUT NOT SEE AND WILL NOT UNDERSTAND NOR COMPREHEND WHAT THE ENCRYPTED MESSAGE IS SAYING.

"I'm not going to talk about that," " said Sen. Orrin Hatch, R-Utah, when asked if Republicans are annoyed (with the above report) Cruz." 02/13/2014 AP :Tangential Thinking.

Darnisha's Story. Prayer is key.

The reason I feature this video is the description of the room with no walls. At 3:50 in the video the description starts.


Darnisha is scuba diving with her husband and she drowns. She goes to heaven.

Before she transitioned she prayed. After she was rescued the rescue party prayed heavily.

The next day she fully recovered.


"I woke on my knees in this place that look like a room that had no walls...wide open bright space...it was so peaceful...it was very pure...in the distance i could tell that there was this great destination...this gateway this place people were entering into...I remember feeling like I was home...even though it did not look like my house ...it was a place that looked like I knew I was welcome...I saw many people while I was there...One person caught my attention...we communicated by telepathy she asked me if I was coming...I did not know what to say...everything went black...I went like what just happened...why are they doing this ...then I remembered I just drowned... I had a decision I needed to make...before that in this peaceful place I did not remember any of this...I remember that I had to talk to myself...and say I have a decision to make...I remember that I had to make a specific and clear decision whether to stay or comeback...I remember clearly hearing him say "you need to relax and let him bring you back" The power of prayer and love. Miracle and miracles are the theme.

Wide Open Room, No Walls, Very Bright. Prayer Is Powerful.

Prayer in Heaven.

3:38 in the video the cowboy starts his dialogue of heaven.


5:20 he starts the description of the prayers : "it started with bolts of lights... at first there was one, then three, then ten, then hundreds, then thousands...thousands and thousands bolts of light that some one has sent up for me...and when there got to be some many bolts of light...it exploded into the brightest light...and that when God sent me back.'


Prayer matters. Miracles do occur.

Love and prayers in Heaven.

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