I prefer to be called Jordan, but I am the president and coordinator of the ministry work. My birthday is December 26th, 1993. My goal in life is to do G-d’s will.

Below is my testimony:


There is an old family tradition on how to read the bible on my Father’s side. My great Grandmother [Grandma Hein] was a G-d-fearing woman who taught my father that the Bible is G-d’s living word. And if you want to talk with G-d, all you must do, is pray from your heart, and open the book three times and G-d will give you words for his prayer. In retrospect, she probably borrowed this method from Ignatius of Loyola.

                While contemplating how to write my testimony, since it has been a long journey, I decided to start with my Grandmother’s method of prayer. I prayed from my heart: “G-d, please guide me as I write, wash me with the spirit of your love, and speak your truth for me as I share how I discovered your divine love. In the name of Yeshua, Amen.”

My First Reading was 2 Kings 23:1-3

 “Then the king called together all the elders of Judah and Jerusalem. 2 He went up to the temple of the Lord with the people of Judah, the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the priests and the prophets—all the people from the least to the greatest. He read in their hearing all the words of the Book of the Covenant, which had been found in the temple of the Lord. 3 The king stood by the pillar and renewed the covenant in the presence of the Lord—to follow the Lord and keep his commands, statutes and decrees with all his heart and all his soul, thus confirming the words of the covenant written in this book. Then all the people pledged themselves to the covenant.” (NIV)

“Then the king summoned all the leaders of Y’hudah and Yerushalayim, and they assembled with him. 2 The king went up to the house of Adonai with all the men of Y’hudah, all those living in Yerushalayim, the cohanim, the prophets and all the people, both small and great; and he read in their hearing everything written in the scroll of the covenant that had been found in the house of Adonai. 3 The king stood on the platform and made a covenant in the presence of Adonai to live following Adonai, observing his mitzvot, instructions and regulations wholeheartedly and with all his being, so as to confirm the words of the covenant written in this scroll. All the people stood, pledging themselves to keep the covenant.” (CJB)

My Second Reading was John 3:22-36

“22 After this, Jesus and his disciples went out into the Judean countryside, where he spent some time with them, and baptized. 23 Now John also was baptizing at Aenon near Salim, because there was plenty of water, and people were coming and being baptized. 24 (This was before John was put in prison.) 25 An argument developed between some of John’s disciples and a certain Jew over the matter of ceremonial washing. 26 They came to John and said to him, “Rabbi, that man who was with you on the other side of the Jordan—the one you testified about—look, he is baptizing, and everyone is going to him.” 27 To this John replied, “A person can receive only what is given them from heaven. 28 You yourselves can testify that I said, ‘I am not the Messiah but am sent ahead of him.’ 29 The bride belongs to the bridegroom. The friend who attends the bridegroom waits and listens for him, and is full of joy when he hears the bridegroom’s voice. That joy is mine, and it is now complete. 30 He must become greater; I must become less.” 31 The one who comes from above is above all; the one who is from the earth belongs to the earth, and speaks as one from the earth. The one who comes from heaven is above all. 32 He testifies to what he has seen and heard, but no one accepts his testimony. 33 Whoever has accepted it has certified that God is truthful. 34 For the one whom God has sent speaks the words of God, for God gives the Spirit without limit. 35 The Father loves the Son and has placed everything in his hands. 36 Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life, but whoever rejects the Son will not see life, for God’s wrath remains on them.” (NIV)

“22 After this, Yeshua and his talmidim went out into the countryside of Y’hudah, where he stayed awhile with them and immersed people. 23 Yochanan too was immersing at Einayim, near Shalem, because there was plenty of water there; and people kept coming to be immersed. 24 (This was before Yochanan’s imprisonment.) 25 A discussion arose between some of Yochanan’s talmidim and a Judean about ceremonial washing; 26 and they came to Yochanan and said to him, “Rabbi, you know the man who was with you on the other side of the Yarden, the one you spoke about? Well, here he is, immersing; and everyone is going to him!” 27 Yochanan answered, “No one can receive anything unless it has been given to him from Heaven. 28 You yourselves can confirm that I did not say I was the Messiah, but that I have been sent ahead of him. 29 The bridegroom is the one who has the bride; but the bridegroom’s friend, who stands and listens to him, is overjoyed at the sound of the bridegroom’s voice. So this joy of mine is now complete. 30 He must become more important, while I become less important. 31 “He who comes from above is above all. He who is from the earth is from the earth and talks from an earthly point of view; he who comes from heaven is above all. 32 He testifies about what he has actually seen and heard, yet no one accepts what he says! 33 Whoever does accept what he says puts his seal on the fact that God is true, 34 because the one whom God sent speaks God’s words. For God does not give him the Spirit in limited degree — 35 the Father loves the Son and has put everything in his hands. 36 Whoever trusts in the Son has eternal life. But whoever disobeys the Son will not see that life but remains subject to God’s wrath.” (CJB)

My Third Reading was 2 Chronicles 7:1-10

“When Solomon finished praying, fire came down from heaven and consumed the burnt offering and the sacrifices, and the glory of the Lord filled the temple. 2 The priests could not enter the temple of the Lord because the glory of the Lord filled it. 3 When all the Israelites saw the fire coming down and the glory of the Lord above the temple, they knelt on the pavement with their faces to the ground, and they worshiped and gave thanks to the Lord, saying, “He is good; his love endures forever.” 4 Then the king and all the people offered sacrifices before the Lord. 5 And King Solomon offered a sacrifice of twenty-two thousand head of cattle and a hundred and twenty thousand sheep and goats. So the king and all the people dedicated the temple of God. 6 The priests took their positions, as did the Levites with the Lord’s musical instruments, which King David had made for praising the Lord and which were used when he gave thanks, saying, “His love endures forever.” Opposite the Levites, the priests blew their trumpets, and all the Israelites were standing. 7 Solomon consecrated the middle part of the courtyard in front of the temple of the Lord, and there he offered burnt offerings and the fat of the fellowship offerings, because the bronze altar he had made could not hold the burnt offerings, the grain offerings and the fat portions. 8 So Solomon observed the festival at that time for seven days, and all Israel with him—a vast assembly, people from Lebo Hamath to the Wadi of Egypt. 9 On the eighth day they held an assembly, for they had celebrated the dedication of the altar for seven days and the festival for seven days more. 10 On the twenty-third day of the seventh month he sent the people to their homes, joyful and glad in heart for the good things the Lord had done for David and Solomon and for his people Israel.” (NIV)

“When Shlomo had finished praying, fire came down from heaven and consumed the burnt offering and the sacrifices; and the glory of Adonai filled the house, 2 so that the cohanim could not enter the house of Adonai; because the glory of Adonai filled Adonai’s house. 3 All the people of Isra’el saw when the fire came down, and the glory of Adonai was on the house; they bowed down with their faces to the ground on the flooring; prostrating themselves, they gave thanks to Adonai, “for he is good, for his grace continues forever.” 4 Then the king and all the people offered sacrifices before Adonai. 5 King Shlomo offered a sacrifice of 22,000 oxen and 120,000 sheep. Thus the king and all the people dedicated the house of God. 6 The cohanim stood at their appointed stations, while the L’vi’im used the instruments that David the king had provided for making music to Adonai in order to “give thanks to Adonai, for his grace continues forever,” by means of the praises David had composed. Opposite them the cohanim sounded trumpets; and all Isra’el stood up. 7 Shlomo also consecrated the center of the courtyard in front of the house of Adonai; because he had to offer the burnt offerings and the fat of the peace offerings there. For the bronze altar which Shlomo had made could not receive the burnt offering, the grain offering and the fat. 8 So Shlomo celebrated the festival at that time for seven days, together with all Isra’el, an enormous gathering; [they had come all the way] from the entrance of Hamat to the Vadi [of Egypt]. 9 On the eighth day they held a solemn assembly, having observed the dedication of the altar for seven days and the festival for seven days. 10 Then, on the twenty-third day of the seventh month, he sent the people away to their tents full of joy and glad of heart for all the goodness Adonai had shown to David, to Shlomo and to Isra’el his people.” (CJB)

G-d is perfect, thus, these readings are perfect for the start to my testimony. G-d is more than a book, but through these words, we know that G-d’s promises are true, and that is what is reflected in my story, and I hope in yours as well. The first reading is when Josiah renews the Covenant. The second reading is when John testifies about Yeshua. And the third reading is Solomon’s dedication of the Temple. All perfect readings because my testimony is about G-d’s request of me to build a temple in G-d’s honor, to renew a covenant and build what he asked me to build. I am not claiming to be anything special, I am only claiming to do the will that my Father gave to me, to clean myself in my brother’s blood, and take others to rejoice in the Spirit’s mercy with me. I am here to preach the time is coming soon, repent for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand. I am not claiming to know when, I am only claiming that I am an empty vessel for my God to use, and I breathe for no other reason. For when I had no one, G-d was there, when I was in darkness, G-d was my only hope. When I was rejected, G-d claimed me as his own. G-d saved me, called me by name, and created in me a new creation being born again in the spirit of fire. This is the story of my journey connecting to the divine creator, the lover of my spirit.

Part 1:

                Is G-d your friend?

                Well… He wants to be!

                When I was Catholic, before G-d took me away, my Childhood Priest always said: “That God of ours has a funny sense of humor.”
                Let me ask you something, have you ever felt so alone you wanted to die? So unwanted and friendless that you could just crawl into a ditch and sleep forever?

                Have you ever said: “My life, it hurts!”

                Well, G-d was there for that, every step of the way, and he knew it would make you a stronger person. He knew it would make me a stronger person. Under the pressure we are made into diamonds for G-d, and those who endure until the end will see their reward.

                I discovered G-d when I was 12. The age of rationality. And I remember reading somewhere in the Bible that “G-d will never give you anything you can’t handle.” And though he may not feel like your friend at the time, he was. He was there for me, I sure know that.

                My early years, before being born again, were cyclical trials of the prodigal son story. I hope to enlighten you that G-d has been your friend through thick and thin, as G-d has been for me. I am able to write this today purely through G-d’s great glory and divine intervention.

                In my younger youth, I was the fruit of a prodigal son.  My father would till soil in the morning quoting Bible verses, and get on his knees to pray, then at night he would drink and dance with the evil one spewing sexual immoralities and blasphemies, only to repent in the morning. A constant dance between G-d and the Devil. And my mother, due to her trauma, proclaimed to hate G-d most of my childhood. This had left me feeling confused, and alone, and in terrible circumstances on a regular basis. Coming primarily from a secular family sprinkled lightly in G-d’s words acting hypocritically due to their own generational curses. Unbeknownst to me in my early years, my father gave me as a living sacrifice to G-d as an infant since I was the firstborn from his loin, telling G-d he could have me as atonement for our generational curses. Thus, before I could even think, it was my duty and obligation to dedicate myself to the living G-d to break the generational curses to free those who had lived before me and to set straight those who will come after me.

                Being the fruit of a prodigal son, it is logical that I was quite the prodigal myself in my younger youth. The dance with the devil was fierce and I had been around a violent drug filled environment since I was 3 years old. Being the daughter of a poor carpenter who was the last out of seven, and a nurse’s aide who was the black sheep last of four.

                I lived in a very cold house with no heat, we would make fires and see our breath in the morning, and we always ran out of hot water in winter on the coldest day of the year. I had been overweight since I was born and was bullied heavily at school to the point where I was told to “Go kill yourself” everyday and that “No one could ever love you.” I had no safe place at home, and I had no safe place at school. And as the mark of the evil in this time, I struggled heavily with my sexuality and my gender identity. As an adult, I am very grateful for this, because my best friend G-d was always there for me, and was the only safe place I have ever needed.

                To sum it up, as a child, I hated life. I hated everything and everyone, and I had no sense of humor. (I did not even understand jokes until I was 14). And for a long time, me and G-d were not friends, I didn’t want to be his friend. I was angry that all life seemed to be only suffering and heart ache and I wanted to die or disappear.

                But when I turned 12, I had this strong desire to vocalize these grievances to G-d. So, I would get on my bike and ride down to the bay on cold days to be alone and talk to G-d. I would scream angry poetry to the clouds, and hope that G-d would hear my pain, that he would hear my suffering, that he would know that I was angry and hated life. “Why did you do this to me? I didn’t ask to be born! Why does life have to be so hard?”

                This began my love hate relationship with G-d. I preferred the G-d of the Old Testament at the time, because I enjoyed seeing the wicked get their just desert and the righteous rejoicing in G-d’s glory. And I began to read the books of wisdom because I wanted to know why. I had a deep yearning to know why I was alive. Because at the time, I honestly wanted to die. But if I could find out why, then I could make the most of this terrible existence (so I thought at the time).

                So, like my father had done. At 13 I started drinking. I thought it made the pain go away, it made the long winter month’s bearable, so I did not have to shiver myself to sleep. And at 14, I found a few other people who felt the same way, and every Friday, they would come to my house and we would have a sleep over and drink. Instead of going to the gateway drug of weed, my friends skipped from alcohol straight to ecstasy. And my father had always glorified drugs, so I wanted to do drugs. And I gave my friends some money which I earned babysitting, to buy a few pills for us all to do. None of us had much to live for, life seemed bleak and meaningless, filled with violence, poverty, and dead ends. It felt like there was no future. The same year, I was making my confirmation in the Catholic Church as was a custom in my family (my mother’s side being very Italian). And I enjoyed Church, because like my father, I could sin in the evening, and then in the morning feel safe coming to the cross where one hour a week life left me alone. But, I wasn’t quite dedicated to the idea yet.

                When we had bought those pills, it profoundly changed my life. I remember it like yesterday. The beautiful girl with blond hair and two different colored eyes held out her petite hand with a tiny pink pill with a lightning bolt pressed into it, cornering me in the shut doorway, begging me to take it. After all, I was the one who gave the money to buy it. As I went to reach for the pill, my best friend spoke to me.

                I did not literally hear a voice in my ears, but I heard the voice loud and clear in my heart: “Jordan, don’t do it, you’re meant for other things.”

                To the confusion of my friends, I said no, without explaining why. And like the prodigal son, I began my journey back to the father.

                I watched as my friends fell into serious addiction, doing heroin in the end. And as my father’s drinking and coke use grew worse. And my sister fell into mental illness which drained my mother. And my brother was angry from all the chaos, and no hope was to be found anywhere, except in that little whisper which spoke to my heart.

                From there, I stuck to drinking, and stuck by my friends, but never crossed that threshold to the other side. I began attending the Catholic Church on a weekly basis, and began reading the Bible two hours after Church every Sunday. I dedicated myself to doing well in school, was very involved, and became a straight A student. I wanted to try and please G-d the best way I could. Though, I was far from perfect, and fell to sexual immorality at 17, and still danced with the devil in the evening.

Part 2:

                At 18, I stopped drinking. And when I went to college, I cleaned up my life. I dedicated myself to studying and prayer. I found a home in the Catholic Church, and involved myself heavily in the Catholic Newman Association. I attended Bible Studies every Friday for 4 hours, went to church on all of the holy days, prayed the rosary on a regular basis, attended Catholic retreats. Fasted, and prayed continually. I was the ecumenical Catholic Interfaith Representative. I preached love and unity and spoke at protests. I refrained from dating, and stayed away from sexual immorality. G-d was guiding my steps, and teaching me his ways precept by precept. I almost married the Catholic Church when I contemplated joining a convent. But there was something in my heart which still was missing. I attached myself to statues of saints, and statues of Mary. I only felt safe while carrying a rosary. I only felt comfortable if I had the cross in front of me. And to these things, I became attached.

                I abandoned G-d again when I was afraid to leave this utopia. I was afraid to go home, I was afraid to be around drugs and drinking and anger. I was afraid of my future. This fear exhibited itself by me dating a guy my last few months of college and falling into sexual sin.

                Upon going home, things were not nearly as bas as before I had left. Yet, the fear still exhibited itself from past trauma. Things were good at home, but my mind was not good. New Age spirituality sprung up everywhere in my native area, and it was hard for me to distinguish between G-d and idols. I started working in a restaurant where there was a lot of drinking, and I reconnected with my high school friend, who was clean from drugs but still drank. We started going to art shows, and going out drinking every weekend. I started using rocks to “pray” and leaning on tarot cards for guidance. The college guy and I broke up, but I jumped straight into a relationship with a friend of a friend whom I had been drinking a lot with because I was afraid to be alone. I had liked him more than anyone else, but I became unhealthily obsessed with him. I wanted him to save me, because I felt like I was drowning. But even with how much I liked him, only G-d could save me. I leaned on all of these other things, including him, which were not G-d, and they failed me. I began to hate my job. And when the guy I was seeing could not give me the comfort I wanted (because only G-d can), I left him and began jumping to other men (not many from a secular perspective, but enough to be ashamed as a Christian woman), seeking in them something only G-d could give to me to sooth my fear.

After I was rejected to graduate school, an old Youth Minister of mine offered me money to help him run a campaign to help homeless people in New York City. I took up his offer, and yet again repented for my sexual immorality. To where I started dating this Catholic guy from the Bronx who helped me with the campaign. But things just did not feel right, something felt extremely off. I was going to Church but felt like I did not know G-d. I was doing everything right in this relationship, but felt so unhappy.

                And it turns out at the time I was dying. I had pancreatitis from a collapsed pancreatic duct and bile duct, which gave me gastritis. I had high liver enzymes, and a UTI to top it off, and was nearly in sepsis. I had to stop the campaign. I ended by relationship as well (due to private reasons).

Part 3:

I was laid up in the hospital unable to eat. So, I prayed the best way I knew how. I was terrified. I felt alone. I wondered where G-d had been. He spoke to me as a child, he said he had plans for me, but where was he. I had burned my tarot cards, I threw all my rocks away, I wanted to rid all idolatry from my life. I wanted G-d to be my only comforter. But I was so scared. I did not want to die alone like all my bullies told me I would.

At least G-d was not done with me. The first dream started when I was still working in the restaurant before the campaign.  

  1. The first dream I had was about the Catholic Church. In the dream, I owed the Priest $400, which I could not afford to pay because I had lost all my money to medical bills. So, my brother took me on the back of his motorcycle to go to the church to plead with the Priest. My brother waited for me outside and slept on a picnic table in the sun. I went in, the Cathedral was very dark, and everyone was wearing black veils with ashes on their foreheads despite the fact it was not Ash Wednesday.

And on the alter where two animated corpses, one woman and one male, dressed for a wedding surrounded by candles. And everyone was chanting: “This is the wedding of death.” And scared, I ran to the Priest’s office, which was a normal blue room with filing cabinets, and took a deep breath. I tried to explain to the Priest that I could not pay the money I owed, and I asked him to have mercy on me. He told me he would not and could not, that I had to pay the money or leave the Catholic Church. I left his office feeling very sad. And when I walked into the Cathedral, the place was empty except for a large TV on the alter. Images flashed rapidly, and I was shown the dawn of creation until the nuclear explosive end when everything would be consumed in fire after a large war. Frightened, I ran out, woke my brother up, and ran away on his motorcycle.

                Now, in the waking world, I had no reason to have this dream. I was attending daily mass, I prayed the rosary twice a day, I had no reason to doubt Catholicism. And it took me a long time to leave the Church which I had called home for so many years. It hurt to leave. But that was the problem, I viewed the Church as home. I relied on statues and beads made by human hands. I was committing idolatry without even realizing it. I am grateful to get my start in faith through Catholicism, but G-d commanded me to leave. G-d wanted my home to be in Heaven, G-d wanted my comfort to be in him and nothing else. And thus, G-d started this huge journey to show me the idolatry going on in our world without people even realizing it. That the Catholic Church meant death for me because I put my faith in a human institution and not the one true living G-d. (I do not judge Catholics, and I am sure there may be Spirit filled Catholics, but the Church meant death for me.)

                When I was recovering, the second dream came to me. This one was so eerie, because everything that had happened in the dream, came to pass the following year. Yet, I had this dream before any of it happened.

  • In the dream, I lived in a house which looked like a cute little convent. And I slept in the dream, which created a dream within a dream. In the dream within a dream, I was walking in white marble underground tunnels which were ruins of New York City and Long Island. The passageways seemed familiar to me and were lite by torches along the walls, and I came to a cute underground layer. Dried flowers and herbs were everywhere as well as medicine books, and there was a large fire in the fire place. Two elderly women sat at a table knitting. When they saw me, they were so excited, they jumped in joy, and greeted me as if they had been waiting for me for centuries. They started handing me presents, bridal presents. Dishes, and linen, all in white. They started telling me that ”the true Sabbath was on Saturdays. And that Saturday morning, when in love, is the most important time for G-d. Because G-d is love, and through love, G-d is found. Do not trust the Church hierarchy, they have strayed from G-d and want to destroy the children of light, remember love.” They spoke in riddles, hinting that a marriage was coming soon. And then I woke up into my original dream, in the cute convent house. My mother and I, in the dream, got into a fight about rent money. So, I left, worried I could not go home, and went to my job at a Christian affiliated Pre-school. At the school, an amazing man was working there, he was the perfect G-d sent teacher, and I was his apprentice. He taught the children how to find their true inner selves and how to connect fully with G-d. Almost all of the children were poor from drug afflicted homes, or were from neglectful wealthy homes where their parents were absent and always gave them technology. And the man started teaching them how to truly take G-d as their Father and the Holy Spirit as their Mother.

All the workers, but me, at the pre-school hated the man. So, they plotted to kill him. Somehow, this hate, made the people turn undead due to a plague, like intelligent zombies. And the man fled for his life, leaving me behind to watch the children. And the zombie undead intelligent plague filled people decided that they were going to try and kill all the remaining living humans. I panicked as the undead grew in number, and I knew I was dying physically. So, when offered a virus filled blood drink, I accepted the offer, expecting it to make me into one of the undead.  I was in the back room of an auditorium. And the children were in the auditorium while this was going on. When, I was done, I walked back to the auditorium. And, in a row, 10 children’s eyes illuminate a bright yellow light and they all began to chant in unison: “We are the children of light under G-d’s protection, you cannot kill us.”

Then it dawned on me, my purpose was to protect these children and I had made a terrible mistake partaking in the plagues of the dead. I saw an Asian Priest by the children, and I ran up to him. I told him I could be his ally, even though I drank the death blood virus. I was sorry and had to help. At first, the Priest told me to go away.

So I did, and I went to the back room again in the auditorium. And I saw the blood bugs which were infesting the undead and eating them alive the more they partook in sin. I was supposed to be turning undead, but for some reason, I was not turning. The blood bugs were latching onto the undead and killing them, but they would not touch me. So, I ran back to the Asian Priest, and begged him to let me protect the Children of light. He eventually gave into me and told me to follow him. We went into a monster truck. We were driving past my house, and it turned out the Asian Priest was evil (still alive and not undead, just evil). He told me he had no intention of helping the children of light and that he wanted to sell them for money. And that he was going to kill me because he knew I would try and stop him. And I remembered what the elderly ladies said, so I jumped out of the monster truck for my life, and ran into my neighbors yard into a mud ditch.

And in this ditch, I began to think. I was upset because I could not go home and shower, because I owed my mom $30. And I thought I was dying. But then I realized, I am not dying because G-d was healing me in faith. And I was not turning to the undead, because even though I partook in the blood plague, I was also a child of light who G-d wanted to use to save other children of light. And then I woke up officially.

  • Four months after this dream, I had another. I was on a train, and my maternal grandmother and my mother were fighting with me because they were very upset that I left Catholicism. We were going to a festival called The Festival of Christians. And they kept screaming at me on the train.

When we got off the train, we entered the Festival. And all different Christians from many different denominations and time periods were putting on shows and preaching and sharing their form of Christianity. My grandmother wanted to go to the Catholic section, but I stopped at the Greek Orthodox section where they were putting on a liturgical dance.  

That is when I noticed a symbol which appeared to be leading a trail somewhere. It was a hand, and the thumb was a cross. I started following the symbol. And my Grandmother sent a Priest after me to stop me. I ran from the Priest, and chased the symbol, which lead to this under ground catacomb. In it was a pearly white marble ancient casket. The Priest was screaming at me not to open it, but something inside told me to open it. So, I pushed the heavy lid off, and an illuminated Purple man on a horse in spirit (a very pretty florescent purple) flew out and galloped away. And the Priest fell to his knees saying “Oh no, what have you done? You just unleashed the most dangerous man in history.” And I stood up confidently and said “No! I just unlocked my most powerful ancestor!” Then, I woke up.

  • In the next important dream, we were building a house to an idol. I was one of the workers and was very distressed and angry this house was for an idol. While working, an Angel of the Lord came to me and said, “No, build it this way, we will start making it a Temple for the Lord.” And the Angel told me how to make the Temple. When I started building it the way the Angel told me, the people I worked for and with grew very angry with me. They called me a liar, but I kept building it the way the Angel said. Then, when they were angry enough to try and kill me. As they tried to kill me, the Angel (whom only I could see) came and created a mosaic to the Lord behind the fountain, which to the people there appeared to come out of nowhere. Then, the people who were amazed and frightened agreed to build the Temple the way the Angel had told me how to do it, for the Lord and not the idol. After the Temple was built, we had a large feast in honor of G-d. At the feast, half the people really loved me filled with endless joy, and the other half really hated me to the point they plotted to kill me if they could get me alone. [While building the Temple, my second sister argued against it being built, and my maternal grandmother did not agree to it. And both refused to eat with us when it was done.] Then, I woke up.

And these are the dreams that have come to pass and will come to pass. The first 2 dreams already happened and last two dreams are to come.

After being sick, and healing. I left Catholicism. I couldn’t shake that dream, and every time I entered a church, I felt death crawling upon me. I left everything. All dreams, all hopes.

 I had a crippling fear to leave my house. A crippling fear of dying alone. As much as I prayed, I felt detached from G-d. So, I started serial dating. I wanted to cling to another person for comfort, I did not want to be alone. That is how I started dating a sex addict and slipped into deep sexual immorality again. At the same time, I started getting a Master’s in Education and taught at a Pre-school. I partook in the virus plague through my sexual sin, and I saw the plagues which corrupted the school system. The teachers gossiped, they propagated and glorified adultery, divorce was rampant among the parents. They supported gambling and lying. This reflected in the children’s behaviors, who were being indoctrinated to worship Disney, Marvel, and DC without even realizing it.

                At the same time, I joined a Korean cult called the Church of god. They preached that the messiah came again, and had very strict rules and regulations. They did teach me about the Sabbath day and the festivals according to their distorted definition of the Jewish ways, since they believed prophesy could only be fulfilled by celebrating their definition of the Jewish ways. But they also told me that G-d could not speak to my heart, that my dreams were meaningless, that prior to coming there: G-d could not know me or reach me, that this was the only place to find the truth. And all who were not a part could never know G-d. They were a cheap imitation of the New Testament first disciples. They prayed, similar to me, due to their own anxiety. It was an end of time money cult, one that scared the partakers into giving all they had to their Church for the ‘betterment’ of G-d, but as a scare tactic and not a free will love offering. The people acted in conducts you would not expect from disciples, concerned about their nice clothes, giving into idols without realizing, hurting living creatures. I could tell from the fruit this was not the second coming. And though I learned good things from their Bible studies, I could not submit myself to their ways because I could not feel the spirit of G-d. All I felt was the spirit of chains. This was the Asian portion of the Priest.

So, as in the dream, I left the Asian Priest after to go see the blood bugs in the School, which I did. And then I went back. The way I went back is that when I was attending a Greek orthodox festival, I received a call from a different pre-school that was Christian based who wanted to hire me. They offered me more money, and I liked that they were Christian. So, I left the original pre-school to work for them. But there was a spirit there that did not like me. And the way they taught children lacked a Christian basis, it lacked the true heart of Christ. It was more secular than the secular pre-school in teaching. So, G-d allowed an incident to happen, one I do feel terrible about, but one that let me go from that job. After, I had resigned only working there 2 months, my father had made me a secretary of his construction buisness. I contacted his boss to get information, and then his boss offered me a job. Thus, I started working on a very muddy construction site. Fleeing the Priest all together.

Not only that, the house which I am working on, is being made for homage to the Moon. It is, in essence, a temple for the moon.

I am still in the mud, at the construction site. Due to analyzing the Bible, I have embraced the Jewishness of Yeshua and attend a Messianic Jewish Synagogue for now. But, I do know that The Festival of Christians is coming, and that I will have to travel how G-d commanded, whatever that means. (Everything is a shadow of itself, G-d has shown me the shadow of objects to come.)

For now, I function as an Independent Church because I know G-d plans to use this to build a Temple after I unlock my most powerful ancestor. I know that all the people I will meet will fall into two categories, those who love that the Temple was built, and those who hate it.

 This was the outline G-d has given me. All symbolic events that happen in concrete ways. I am still wondering what the wedding gifts mean. And I do not know when I am on the train. But my maternal grandmother is exceedingly upset I left Catholicism. Catholicism was once my home, but G-d wants me to have Heaven as my only home. I was commanded to leave. I am commanded to go on the train, go to the Festival of Christians, to follow the symbol, to unlock my most powerful ancestor, and then with the help of an Angel, build a Temple in honor of my G-d. The one true living G-d.   

In all of this, I have repented of my immorality and have stuck to my repentance. I have celebrated and been washed clean through the Passover. I have been connected to G-d more now than I have ever thought was possible. Even through all of the hardship, G-d has guided me through. I know he is mine and I am his.

There are details missing here, but this is a summary of what was, what is, and what is to come based upon the revelations given to me. Somethings are meant to stay between me and my Father in heaven. I know, that no matter what, I trust in G-d that these things will come to pass. I have had other dreams which are not reflected here, but those just fill in the in-between details in relation to other aspects. My hope is that the wedding gifts represent someone who is supposed to run the Temple with me as my partner. If not, that is okay, all I need is G-d.

I thank G-d for the great mercy bestowed on my life. Even when I ran away, G-d chased me. Even when I was shrouded in darkness G-d came after me. G-d loved me so much he made a plan just for me, one I am not worthy of this plan, I am not worthy to build the Temple, but I will do it to honor my G-d. At the end of the day, I do not care if any one of the flesh hates me for it. They were not there when I was in despair and had nothing, they could not save me from my devastation, but G-d was, and G-d could. G-d was always there for me, through the violent drug environment, to my fear of abandonment after college, through my fear of dying, and he lifted me out of darkness, showed me how to repent. I put on my sack cloth and ashes on Yom Kippur and fasted, I repented for my wrong doing. I let Yeshua fully into my heart and became born again. I have been made a new creation, closer to G-d now than ever before. And with strength, I will build the Temple. And I would love for you to love what I am doing and join!

Note: I do not judge other people for their beliefs, all I do is stand strong in my own convictions. I do not plan to force my beliefs onto anyone, but am willing to share to the ear that is willing to listen.