Coming to God

 For me, my journey might be different in some ways than others and the same as some.

I started out with whooping cough at age 2 because my parents were anti-vaxers and so I almost died. Then I experienced the angels coming to me as my grandmother sang "Hark the Herald Angels Sing!" when I was also 2 and likly dying of whooping cough. The angels were invoked by my grandmother singing this song "likely at Christmas" and so my young life was saved. 

However, I wanted to go with the angels because life in 1950 wasn't that great for me in Seattle, Washington. The world in 1950 was pretty harsh in many different ways but it was survivable physically for me. I had a mother and father who didn't drink or smoke and my mother's mother who also lived with us as a permanent baby sitter for me too which allowed both my parents to work also then when my mother wanted to also. But, life wasn't something I really wanted to continue then at 2. 

However, after the angels visited me and healed me I wanted to travel with them. I still wasn't thrilled with being a human being here on earth but at least I had some hope of joining the angels who had healed me. So, by age 4 I began to pray to "travel with the angels". Eventually I came to see this as "Soul Travel" that I was praying for so I could soul travel with the angels across the unverse and through all time and space.

So, this is what I prayed for.

However, then at age 9 I believe I fell rock climbing with my father and hit the back of my head on a big rock. This gave me a concussion and I started throwing up and crying from the pain. My father was scared because we were far away from his truck and I had to climb up a cliff free climbing to make it back to the truck and there was no helicopter rescues then in 1957 when this occurred. So, while I threw up and was upset and disoriented and in pain my father said forcefully, "Come On! Let's go!" Because he knew I was too big for him to carry me up a cliff face to get back to our truck to go home. Also, my father didn't really believe in doctors because of our religion so I was never treated for a concussion then either.

So, as a direct result within a years time I began to have seizures at night from my concussion. This was pretty terrifying.

The worst seizure happened at night when I was 14 after they started when I was 10 years old. That time I felt it coming on in my sleep and got up and ran for my parents room in the dark and my nose broke on the door to my room because I ran into the end of my door and knocked myself out. Then I woke up with a broken nose with my head in a pool of my own blood from my broken nose with my father with a butter knife trying to open my mouth so I didn't swallow my own tongue and strangle to death on it which can happen during a seizure.

I remember being traumatized out of my mind and looking at a pool of my own blood on the ground where I had been laying in my own blood and then my father said, "Freddie! If you don't get some religion under your belt you are going to die!"

You might think this is a good or bad thing to say to a completely traumatized child of 14 but the effect it had on me was I thought: "Yes. If I don't get close with God I'm probably going to die soon!"

So, I started going to my parents church 3 to 4 times a week after that.

Within a year I was going to have another seizure and I was in a dream being attacked by thousands in armies that all were trying to kill me.

I screamed: "I AM in Command here!" which in my parents religions "I AM" is the name of God from Moses when he got the 10 commandments burned into stone tablets. So, I invoked God and I into my body to live together from then on by doing this.

In my dream the armies trying to kill me suddenly became my army and I was the General of all these armies along with God who lived in my body with me from then on. 

I never had another seizure after this and God stayed in my body with me and my physical appearance changed a lot and girls started falling in love with me. However, I knew it was God in my body that they were falling in love with not really me. I was 15 but by age 16 I accepted that it was okay for me to have God living in my body with me and girls falling in love with God who lived in my body with me because that was what God wanted.

It was very hard to live with all the supernatural and healing stuff happening around me in people's lives from God living in my body with me. I took me until I was about 30 years old to feel comfortable about it all to the point where I realized then I was a blessing to all mankind because of allowing God to live in my body with me. I asked God if he wanted me to start another religion and I got "NO!" when I asked Saint Germain about this. He said religions had become obsolete because of fundamentalists and Nuclear weapons. I agreed with him.

So, I realized I was supposed to help people around me and all living things the rest of my life no matter how long that might be ever since.

I wouldn't recommend my path because it was very hard and most people would have died doing this between 15 and 30 but somehow God and his angels guided me through all of that perfectly.

So, this is what "Coming to God" looked life in my life.

By God's Grace