I have always had the ability since I was about 9 or 10 that if I REALLY wanted something for God to manifest I could do it by praying really hard and if God agreed with me it WOULD manifest. However, whether you are a child or an adult "God as a genie" just like in the story of "Alladin" can be kind of scary. What I found during my life is that when I did this "EVERYTHING" in my life changed and not just what I wanted and I found this kind of terrifying and so decided fairly young to only make this kind of powerful prayer in an emergency because the changes were just too traumatic for everyday life.
So, the last time I did this was an emergency during my last divorce in my middle 40s. I didn't see how I was going to survive this divorce on any level and so I asked God to "Make me a custodian of wealth because I was finally ready for this charge". In other words I had grown up as an adept to the point where I thought being a custodian of wealth would be useful to everyone I knew and beyond. After making this prayer I went on with my life and noticed everything in my life started to get better after that but I didn't realized my prayer was manifesting until about 1 year later. After I realized that this prayer was manifesting I felt both awed by the power of God as well as feeling the weight of this responsibility upon my shoulders. But even with this I still wasn't able to get custody of my then 5 year old daughter but was able to get to see my daughter about 9 weeks a year from ages 7 to 14 and then from 16 to the present we have at the very least gone skiing for a few days every year and vacationed together many years including going with my new wife and daughter to Paris, France and to Nice and to Monte Carlo together including riding the TGV (High speed train 200 to 300 mph) from Paris to Nice. Every day I will ask God what he wants me to do next and I get the answers I need.
Oftentimes I wonder why I'm still alive after God almost killed me when I was 50. After me and the doctors thinking I might die for about 7 months and several months of periodically passing out from not being able to oxygenate my blood properly no matter how fast I breathed, I had to learn how to pass out without panicking because that causes death in a heart virus patient. So even though the doctors didn't know that I had a heart virus until I was well. God came to me and showed me I couldn't panic because the angels he sent let me know if I panicked I would die.
When this all began in Fall 1998 I woke up and couldn't feel my arms or lips because they were tingling. I could barely walk and went into the bathroom and noticed my lips looked sort of blue. So, I called my son to take me to the hospital. In the meantime as I sat on the couch waiting for my son to come get me in his car or to die (whichever came first) Angels surrounded me and so I thought they had come for me and that I was dying. However, instead they said over and over in unison, "You aren't going to die. Your life will get better now." They kept saying this over and over in an oval around me until all the cells in my body took it in and it became real for them. However, my human mind was having some difficulty not panicking like a normal human being often does in this kind of situation. So, even though one level of me knew all this was true, another level of me on a purely animalistic survival level was scared. After the angels finished preparing me for my future life, they seemed to withdraw (at least out of my visible view of them) although I still felt their presence around me for days and weeks and months after that. In fact, I now believe they have never left me alone since that moment in September 1998. Sometimes they are close than others but always they are fairly near to me since then.
While I was at Stanford Medical Hospital near Stanford University there were many many heart patients waiting for there operations one day there. I would say there were at least 5 or more on guerneys in this operation waiting room for heart patients. Many to most were pale because they weren't sure they would survive the day or week or year. Others like me knew that the procedures we were going to have weren't going to kill us but also knew we might die on our own if we didn't find out what was wrong with us. As an intelligent person my whole life up until then I had held close to my heart and only discussed with the closest of friends (if then) all the things I write about at my blog here at: http://intuitivefred888.blogspot.com/ or at:
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