My Revelation Story
The Holy Spirit's Leading In My Life
June 2024
After completing The World That Was, I realized there had been a series of progressive revelations given to me by the Holy Spirit over a period of 84 years. I want to share them with you in order to help you to understand who I am and the journey that has gotten me to this point.
MARRIAGE SUPPER OF THE LAMB
I was three years old and our family lived next door to a Pentecostal church in the city of Huskvarna, Sweden. Pastor Johansson was a loving and caring man and I got to know him since I played with his children. The year was 1942 and sometimes I climbed the stairs leading to the second floor of the church building where the pastor’s office was located.
I remember looking at a picture on the wall of the Marriage Supper of the Lamb and inquisitively asking what it meant. Instead of brushing off a three-year-old child, Pastor Johansson took the time to explain what it meant.1 I vividly remember being enthralled and declaring at the end, “I am going to be there!”
I will forever be grateful to his patience and kindness because the Holy Spirit gave me an understanding which I later acted upon. Today a copy of that picture hangs in my office.
SALVATION
By the age of four, one of my Christian aunts ensured that I was enrolled in Sunday School at the Mission Covenant Church in my hometown. I remember my teacher telling me about Jesus and imploring me to ask Him to come into my heart and save me. I prayed with them, and from that time, I had a feeling that I was never alone because Jesus was with me.
GOING TO AMERICA
When I was five years old, World War II was in its last year. The city of Jönköping with its airport was some ten miles away from Huskvarna where I lived. The United States was bombing Nazi Germany on a daily basis with groups of 300 to 400 B-17 bombers carpet bombing German cities. About 20% of the bombers were shot down, with some of the planes so badly damaged that they landed in Sweden. The crews were interned since they had landed in a neutral country.
There were about thirty B-17 bombers parked at the airport in Jönköping. Some crew members died and funerals were held for the dead American aviators.
One day my parents took me to Jönköping to watch a funeral procession for the dead American airmen. As I stood and watched, a Swedish military brass band led the procession, followed by horse drawn wagons with a number of coffins draped in American flags. This was followed by a hundred airmen or so marching in their uniforms.
At the tender age of five, I had no knowledge of other nations apart from Sweden and I was surprised when a booming voice inside of me suddenly said, “You do not belong to Sweden. Someday you are going to go to the nation where these men came from. This is where you belong.”
I did not understand what all this meant. I told my parents what I had heard and from that day I knew that I was going to leave Sweden. The thought of moving to America was always in my mind; I just did not know how or when it would take place.
MY CALLING TO BE A WRITER
Another year had passed and it was now 1945. Primary school did not start until the age of seven. My parents had a small desk where I could draw pictures with crayons. I could not read or write as of yet. One spring Sunday, we went for a walk and I happily walked and skipped along the way.
Suddenly I received a vision and I moved forward in time. The gift of reading and writing was given to me and I received instructions from the Lord as to what I was supposed to write. The vision was so vivid and I remember telling my parents that we needed to go home right away so I could write what I had been shown.
I am sure they were amused and we eventually returned home and I immediately rushed into the kitchen and sat down at my desk. The vision disappeared the moment my pen touched the paper and I remember lamenting over the fact that I had lost the ability to write.
SUNDAY SCHOOL YEARS
My father was a backslidden Christian who refused to attend church and my mother was not born again. Nevertheless, they faithfully sent me to church with my aunt. I had very little influence from the world since there was no television and we never went to the movie theater. I know that I loved God and Jesus was my friend. The Mission Covenant churches stopped offering their Sunday School program to boys and girls when they turned fourteen. I remember begging my teacher to keep going with his class to no avail.
During the last year in Sunday school there was always some type of commencement ceremony and I was selected to be the preacher and deliver a message from the pulpit. I remember working on the message and I spoke for maybe fifteen minutes. I can’t remember the subject, but the local newspaper featured a write-up the next day about the little preacher. Someone cut out the article and gave it to me, but I lost it over time.
THE DARK YEARS (1953-1965)
I made a new friend who was not a Christian and he introduced me to the movies. Soon thereafter my brother and I found pornographic material hidden in our parent’s bedroom and I was flooded with demons. This led to heavy smoking, drinking alcohol, and messing around with girls.
I remember having an accident with a moped going through an intersection. There were no helmets in those days; I was just wearing a small knitted beanie. A car came from my left and knowing a collision was unavoidable, I lay the bike down on its side as I started to fly in the air. I hit the car’s right front fender with my shoulder and slumped to the ground. I remember lifting my fist in the air, cursing God, and asking why He had protected me from harm. As I lay there cursing, the driver of the car came around to see whether I was dead or alive. The demons now had full control of me.
Sometime later I was riding my bike, when I passed a revival meeting being held in a large tent. I felt a strong urge to go inside. As I got close to the entrance, I looked at my leather jacket, pants,and boots, and felt ashamed of being dressed like a punk. I remember riding slowly away with great sadness in my soul.
INVOLUNTARY GUIDANCE
During the dark years I only heard from God once and that took place on June 1, 1963, when Aina and I were flying to New York. The same booming voice inside of me said, “You better not mess up in the new country you are flying to.” It literally put the fear of God into me and I made a decision not to repeat the same mistakes in America.
I had been dating some different women in Sweden. I was getting deeply involved with a woman as we were sexually intimate. But none of these relationships were selected by God and He had other plans for me. During my first year in college, I traveled on a train from my hometown to the city of Trollhattan. I was accompanied by two other students when the train stopped at station in the backwater place of Vedum.
It was about halfway from my destination and I saw a beautiful woman board the train. The other two men intended to move to the compartment where she was sitting to see if they could get a date. I told them go ahead because I had spent the entire weekend with my girlfriend and was tired. A few minutes went by and I could see them chatting up the woman and they seemed to be having a good time. Something urged me to get up and join them.
All trains in Sweden are electrical and a few minutes after I joined them, the train lost power and everything went black. Emergency lights turned on and we were eventually told a bus would take us to our destination. I decided to play dumb and told this beautiful creature that I was clueless as to what to do. She was naïve and kindly offered to guide me to Trollhattan and it was then that I learned her name was Aina.
Despite my current romantic attachment, I turned on the charm to ensure the other two guys didn’t stand a chance as we rode on the bus and then switched to another train. I couldn’t explain it, but something in me told me that this was the woman I wanted to marry, and by the time we got to our destination, I had secured a date with her.
Six months later I asked Aina to marry me. I remember her taking a long hard look at me and telling me it was either her or the bottle. In other words, I had to give up alcohol if I wanted to be with her. The choice was obvious and I told her that I would never drink again. We were married the next year. This was truly a divine appointment because I was so backslidden that I could not discern the voice of the Holy Spirit.
I still had a desire to move to America and told Aina of my intent to move after college. There was a spiritual force within me since 1944 that had never left. I surely was on involuntary guidance from the Lord.
SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH
As immigrants, Aina and I were sponsored by an uncle in Utah who was a dedicated Mormon. His purpose for helping was to convert us, which I considered, especially if it helped me obtain a good job. Aina on the other hand, even though she was not born again, flatly refused to consider the Mormon faith. Six months later, my uncle realized we were not going to convert and we were evicted from his house. Aina and I subsequently moved into a shabby one-bedroom apartment.
Despite my engineering degree, I had a difficult time getting a job until a cousin took pity on me and helped me apply to the Utah highway department. My English was not very good and I was hired as a draftsman. Bill Plumhoff, a former army colonel who had fought in WWII was my supervisor. He took a liking to me and spent many hours training me to prepare blueprints and helping improve my English.
He came regularly to my apartment over the next two years, ostensibly to teach Aina and me how to cook the American way. Plumoff liked this young couple from Sweden and took us to Yellowstone and San Francisco on two separate trips. Bill helped me acclimate to this new country and learn to love it.
COMING BACK TO GOD
The year was now 1965 and Aina had returned to Sweden for a visit. She was gone about two months and I reneged on my promise to her by drinking alcohol in her absence. After Aina returned, I was tired of watching television on a Sunday night in May. I had convinced her that a couple of beers did not get me drunk. As I fiddled with the radio, trying to find a good station, I came across a man preaching the Gospel. My attention was instantly drawn as I knew this was important and this man was speaking for God. The program ended and the announcer instructed me to tune in next week at the same time. I made a decision right then and there to listen next Sunday night.
A week later I was ready and this time I heard the man speak from the beginning of the program. I was superstitious, because when I had flown to America, I had taken my Swedish Bible, reasoning that God would not let the aircraft crash if there was a Bible on board. Listening to the man on the radio, I wrote down the Bible verses he mentioned and then read them in my Swedish Bible to corroborate what the man had read in English. I was hooked on this radio program by the time Aina returned, and since she did not speak much English, I translated it for her and we read the Bible together.
Soon they advertised there was going to be three special nightly television programs. By this time, I had learned that the man I was listening to was Billy Graham, and when the appointed time came for the television programs to start, Aina and I were ready with our Bibles. The sincere words touched my soul and I sat transfixed at the message.
Aina and I were in tears when Billy gave the invitation to receive Christ. The convicting power of the Holy Spirit was very strong. We did not speak to each other, but I remember praying earnestly for God to forgive me for my sinful life and I rededicated my life back to Christ. Meanwhile, Aina prayed silently and came to Christ for redemption. In one stroke, I was back with God and Aina was born again! Hallelujah! I will be forever grateful to the faithfulness of Billy Graham and the people working with him.
A DIVINE APPOINTMENT
Aina started talking about attending church, but I was dragging my feet since I did not know anything about churches in America. I felt that most pastors were ripping off their church members. In the meantime, we were doing follow-up classes with the Billy Graham association.
In January of 1966 I saw an advertisement in the newspaper for a Billy Graham film at the movie theater in Salt Lake City. I told Aina that I would like to see it since it was likely that someone from the Billy Graham association was going to be there.
We secured the free tickets, and sure enough, at the end of the movie, there was an invitation to go forward for prayer. This is what we had been awaiting, but by the time we came to the front, every counselor was busy talking to someone. We were instructed to stay in line and I remember crying uncontrollably. A man kept walking in front of us, and when he looked at me, I felt ashamed to be showing so much emotion.
Suddenly the man stopped and told us that his job was to line up the people, but the Holy Spirit had told him to speak to us. He introduced himself as Pastor Robert McCullar and then asked why we had come forward. We told him our story, he prayed with us, and then recorded our names and address. The next Sunday we found ourselves at his church, Central Baptist Church, and this became our spiritual home for the next four years. Shortly thereafter we were baptized in water by immersion and became very active in this local body of Christ.
Robert was about the same age as I was. He had finished seminary and pastored a church in Mississippi. God called him to apply to become a pastor on a mission field and that is how he ended up in Salt Lake City. This was the man personally selected by God to disciple Aina and me.
At Central Baptist Church we were grounded in the salvation message, learned how to pray, worked in Sunday School, and witnessed in the city every Thursday. Robert was a King James man and he impressed upon me the importance of a correct Bible translation. He was a Bible thumper and Aina and I turned into Bible thumpers as well.
CALLED INTO MINISTRY
We were very happy and loved our church family. I was asked to join the Gideons and once a month I accompanied a brother in Christ as we visited different churches to preach and ask for money. When it came to the Utah Department of Transportation, the Lord continued to bless me as I had achieved the title of “designer” and doubled my salary.
One day when I came home for lunch, Aina informed me that we had received an audio recording from her uncle, Hjalmar, in Sweden who was a strong Christian. Her uncle had been to a restaurant and recorded the testimony of a famous opera singer in Sweden who had been born again. He was an alcoholic, and as his voice came through the speakers, I heard that familiar booming voice inside of me saying “I am calling you into the ministry.” I immediately felt the Holy Spirit move inside of me. I began crying uncontrollably and rushed to the bathroom for privacy.
The next Sunday I remember excitedly telling Robert that I had been called into the ministry. He did not say a lot in response. Some three months later, I went forward on April 17, 1967 to tell the congregation that I had been called into full-time ministry. I asked Robert why he had not encouraged me earlier and his response shocked me. “It is hard to be in the ministry and unless you are really called by God, you won’t last. I wanted to make sure that you were called.” The church licensed me that day into The Gospel Ministry.
SEMINARY
I was not sure how to prepare myself to become a minister, and for the next year and a half, I stayed busy in the church, worked five days a week at my job, and preached as much as I could through the Gideons. People in the church told me that I needed to attend seminary and so I took the matter to the Lord in prayer. The Southern Baptists at the time only had six seminaries. The majority of them were in the south and one was located in California. One day the voice of the Holy Spirit told me, “Send an application to each seminary, five will reject you, but one will accept you. That is where you are to go.”
Therefore, I dutifully prepared six applications and mailed them. Responses began coming back that I was not qualified since I only possessed an engineering degree. The last response from Golden Gate Baptist Theological Seminary accepted me just like the Holy Spirit predicted. It was with regret that I gave notice to my job; we sold some furniture, and in September of 1969, we departed for Mill Valley, California, where we had secured a studio apartment on campus.
NORWEGIAN MISSIONARY FROM AFRICA
Aina and I packed up our possessions and rented a Ryder truck. Aina was going to drive our vehicle behind the moving truck even though she was not used to driving for hours on end. I remember We were scheduled to leave on Sunday, but we wanted to attend our home church a final time. It was a small church with about fifty members, and just before the service started, an unknown woman in her 50s walked in and sat down. Before the pastor was going to preach, he always welcomed visitors and asked the woman to stand and identify herself.
She stated that she was from Norway and was on furlough from her job as a missionary to Africa. She was traveling from New York to San Francisco via Greyhound buses and had arrived to Salt Lake City the day before. She opened the phonebook to find a church that morning, and of the 50 non-Mormon churches in the area, she selected our church. That’s when the Holy Spirit said “I have sent this woman to you, so she can ride with Aina to San Fransisco, so she will not be alone in the car.”
After the service was over, Aina and I asked her if she would like to ride with us to San Francisco. She said yes and we got her luggage from the hotel and packed it in the car. I do not remember her name, but during the trip, she and Aina had a good time talking. We drove through Nevada, acquired motel rooms for the night, and the next day we arrived to Mill Valley. I parked the truck and we continued in the car to San Francisco, which was less than an hour away. We never saw that lady again, and to this day, I do not know if she really was a missionary from Africa or an angel from the Lord.
BAPTISM OF THE HOLY SPIRIT
I was a solid Southern Baptist preacher when I arrived at the seminary. I believed it was necessary to be born again. This was accomplished by repentance and receiving Jesus as Lord and Savior. As soon as a person was saved, the next step was baptism in water through immersion. I declared the Bible was the Word of God without error. I preached against sin and implored people to live a holy life. I also believed in tithing and the rapture of all Christians before the Great Tribulation.
I had been told that the baptism of the Holy Spirit on the day of Pentecost was a one-time event, and since we now had the complete Bible, the power of the Holy Spirit was not needed anymore. When it came to the Devil, I knew he was real, but I did not know that demons and evil spirits also existed. Supposedly they only were present when Jesus was on earth. When it came to the supernatural, miracles did not exist in my Baptist worldview.
The seminary I was going to attend was Baptist, but I heard other students talk about people who had been baptized in the Holy Spirit. This was during the hippie era and some of them had been baptized in the Holy Spirit and were casting out demons, praying for the sick, and speaking in tongues. I did not know what to make of this information.
GOD HAD A PLAN
Later in the fall, Billy Graham was going to have a crusade in Anaheim, California. They reached out to seminary students and offered scholarships, whereby a student came to the crusade for a week, attended classes during the day, and assisted with the crusade meetings at night. Jim McAtee was a second-year student and friend of mine. He told me to apply for the scholarship, even though the deadline had come and gone.
My late request was granted and Jim told me that he knew the Yarking family in Torrance, which was not far from Anaheim. Sam was a retired Air Force colonel who worked in the space industry. He was friends with Jim from when they were stationed in Ogden, Utah and attended the same church.
The reason that I provide these little details is to show that God works in mysterious ways and prepares people for divine appointments. I believe that the friendship between the Yarking and McAtee families was created by God so that they could be the vessels for me to be baptized in the Holy Spirit.
Jim told me that he had another friend at seminary by the name of Ray, and that if I would drive my car, they would pay for the gasoline. So, on a given day in the fall of 1969, Aina and I, along with Jim and Ray, set out for southern California.
When we arrived at the home of Sam and Kitty, I was overwhelmed by the love bestowed upon Aina and myself. Kitty was from the South, wore long dresses, and talked with a deep southern drawl. She was a hugger, and when she hugged me, she held me for some time and it made me uncomfortable. My parents had never hugged me, let alone for an extended amount of time.
When we got up around five a.m., Kitty had a fabulous breakfast prepared that usually involved fried potatoes, eggs, fresh rolls, and some kind of a meat dish. While we were eating, she talked about the Holy Spirit; how she had been to meetings of Kathryn Kuhlman and seen the most fantastic healings.
When we came back around ten p.m., she had another wonderful meal prepared and continued to talk about the Holy Spirit. For the first time in my life, I was listening to someone who had experienced the Baptism of the Holy Spirit mentioned in the Book of Acts. Jim, Ray and I talked about which one of us would be the first to be baptized in the Holy Spirit. After the last crusade meeting on Sunday night, we met for a dinner again and Kitty was used by the Holy Spirit to open our spirits, not only to believe in the Holy Spirit, but the desire to experience Him as the Godhead intended.
It was a week of love like I had never before experienced. Attending the crusades and attending the day classes paled in comparison to the power we experienced morning and night in the kitchen of Kitty Yarkin. During the eight-hour drive back to the seminary, all we could talk about was which one of us would be the first to experience the baptism of the Holy Spirit.
THE FIRE WAS LIT
Once we returned, I immediately got back into the routine of a student, but now there was an unquenchable desire to learn everything about the Holy Spirit in the New Testament. I came to the conclusion that I had been lied to by the doctrine of the Southern Baptist Convention. Nowhere in the Bible does it state that the Holy Spirit is currently inactive. I did not know it then, but I was transitioning from the Baptist doctrine to a Bapticostal that fully embraced the Bible as my understanding of the Gospel was enlarged. This was a turning point in my life and I felt like the disciples in Ephesus when they were asked about the Holy Spirit.
And it came to pass, that, while Apollos was at Corinth, Paul having passed through the upper coasts came to Ephesus: and finding certain disciples,
He said unto them, Have ye received the Holy Ghost since ye believed? And they said unto him, We have not so much as heard whether there be any Holy Ghost.
And he said unto them, Unto what then were ye baptized? And they said, Unto John's baptism.
Then said Paul, John verily baptized with the baptism of repentance, saying unto the people, that they should believe on him which should come after him, that is, on Christ Jesus.
When they heard this, they were baptized in the name of the Lord Jesus. And when Paul had laid his hands upon them, the Holy Ghost came on them; and they spake with tongues, and prophesied.
ANOTHER DIVINE APPOINTMENT
It was sometime in the month of January, 1970, that I received a letter from Kitty with twenty dollars in cash. She informed me about an upcoming Full Gospel Business Men’s International Fellowship convention and told me to use the money to cover the cost of fuel. I was ignorant of this organization, but I trusted Kitty implicitly, and so Aina and I made plans to attend the meetings held about an hour away in the Oakland area.
The Holy Spirit placed two men in the meeting who were to play a huge role in my conversion to a Bapticostal preacher. The speaker that night was a black Pentecostal preacher from Oregon; I never got his name, nor did I speak to him. The second man was afflicted with Cerebral Palsy and had been wheelchair bound for many years.
After the preacher finished his sermon, he asked those who were sick to come and be healed. I had never seen anything like this before and so I left my seat at the back of the room and settled on the first row. Everyone knows that Cerebral Palsy is a permanent condition. I had never witnessed a supernatural healing.
As the afflicted man was rolled up in his wheelchair, I had mixed emotions about what was going to happen next. I wanted to see him healed, but I also knew the black preacher was going to be embarrassed when nothing happened.
His wife rolled him up onto the stage, and when they got about ten feet away from the preacher, he lifted up his arm, pointed the index finger at the wheelchair bound man and simply said, “In the name of Jesus…” When he uttered the name of Jesus, the manstood up and screamed, “Take the braces off!” I was less than twenty feet away and I saw muscle supernaturally grow on his skinny arms, legs, and neck.
Ushers rushed in and frantically ripped off his arm and leg braces because they were cutting into the new muscle and causing discomfort. This unknown man with Cerebral Palsy had added fifty pounds of muscle in less than thirty seconds! He grabbed the wheelchair handles, instructed his wife to sit down, and started pushing her around the stage. The noise in the room was deafening as hundreds of people screamed and praised the Lord!
To say that I was spiritually humbled would have been an understatement. What could I say after witnessing such a powerful miracle? I certainly couldn’t deny it! Tears rolled down my face and I remember asking God to forgive me for the hardness of my heart and unbelief. My quest to know the Holy Spirit was over. I had just met Him face-to-face and the unbelief had been washed out of me.
I returned the following evening and this time I sought prayer for myself, asking to be baptized in the Holy Spirit. Nothing happened and while driving back to the seminary with a fellow student, I lamented over the fact that I had not been filled with the Holy Spirit.
He was sitting in the front passenger seat and I’ll never forget when he pointed his finger at me and said: “The reason that you did not get filled with the Holy Spirit is that you are full of demons.” I exploded in anger and tried to justify how great I was and why Christians could not have demons.
THE BAPTISM OF THE HOLY SPIRIT
The next morning after Aina had gone to work, I decided to pray and closed the drapes in front of the window. I knelt down in front of our couch and said, “If I have any demons…” The atmosphere around me changed and I could feel chills going up and down my spine. I was in uncharted water and started commanding the demons to leave my body. After a fierce battle, I was suddenly baptized in the Holy Spirit. I did not speak in tongues, but there was supernatural power surging through my body. I was a changed man with a new biblical doctrine.
TRANSFER OF KNOWLEDGE
In 1975 I met a family in the Sacramento area with friends in Idaho. They arranged for me to travel to Idaho and stay with a family that was part of the fellowship sponsoring revival meetings. This was another divine appointment where I would be given knowledge needed in the future. Up to this point in time I had been mimicking Hal Lindsey, a charismatic teacher who advocated the rapture before the Great Tribulation. My understanding of the sinister world of Lucifer was limited and the Holy Spirit set up this time in Idaho.
My hosting family asked me to listen to three vinyl records recorded by Myron C. Fagan (1887-1972), a Jewish writer, producer and director for film and theater. He outlined the rise and the power of a group known as the Illuminati. I was stunned at information presented to me. Fagan was providing shocking information of an evil work being perpetrated since 1776. As I thought about the matter, I realized that many political events had been fomented by this secretive group. I was given cassette copies of the recordings and took them home with me after the revival meetings ended.
Since the baptism of the Holy Spirit, my spiritual and intellectual understanding had reached a new level and I knew discerning information was going to be vital to the end times and the associated prophecies. I started seeking books written on the subject but it proved unsuccessful. Nevertheless, the Holy Spirit was ready for another knowledge transfer in 1979.
GORDON GINN
The Holy Spirit is a master of connecting people who do not know each other. During this time, I had a daily 15-minute radio program and one of the people listening to me was an attorney and IRS agent. Reggie Shinn was not a Christian, but he was a patriot and heavily involved in politics. He was a member of the California Rifle & Pistol Association and promoted a conservative political agenda.
Reggie called one day and stated that he wanted to set up an appointment. We met in the church office and he recounted his time in the U.S. Army Air Forces and how he had been a navigator and bombardier on a B-26 bomber during the Second World War in the Pacific Ocean. The whole purpose for the meeting was to connect me with a Baptist pastor named Gordon Ginn. I was greatly surprised to learn that Reggie lived a couple of blocks from my home and Gordon lived the next street over from me.
Gordon Ginn introduced me to the Jewish writings of the Kabbalah and the Talmud. I did not know at the time that these two sets of text were more important to the Jewish people than the Old Testament itself. Gordon had an enormous library of historical books which dealt with these subjects and the mysterious Illuminati. Some of the books dated back to the time of World War II. For some unknown reason, Gordon had purchased two copies of select books and he graciously gave me the extra copies.
Gordon and I engaged in some very heated theological discussions over the Kabbalah, the Talmud, the coming rapture, and the Baptism of the Holy Spirit. I remember telling Gordon that he could not be saved since he did not believe in the rapture prior to the tribulation. Gordon was very calm and told me to study the Bible. Eventually, I discovered he was correct. I was humbled and knew it was necessary to submit to the Scriptures so that my theology was correct.
Gordon and I became close friends and so did our wives. Gordon eventually accepted that the baptism of the Holy Spirit was real. Thus, God used us to correct each other in the errors we had. With this vastly increased knowledge, Gordon and I wrote a book together called The Rise of the Antichrist. Gordon and I stayed in touch until he passed away.
Gordon had access to a list of publishing houses that carried books dealing with Freemasonry and conspiracy publications, particularly to the well-known researcher Antony C. Sutton. In 1981, I wrote the first edition of my Swedish book, The Message of the Bible in the Last Days, which led to another knowledge transfer in 1983. By this point I was subscribing to a number of publications such as The Spotlight Newspaper, The Phoenix Letter from Antony Sutton, plus others, as my knowledge base was steadily increasing.
DIVINE APPOINTMENT IN FINLAND
From 1971, I had been traveling to Sweden and Finland for revival meetings in different churches during the summer months. It was during the summer of 1982 that I published my Swedish book, The Message of the Bible in the Last Days, and distributed it at the revival meetings. The book stirred things up in Sweden since they were ignorant about a world government, Freemasonry, Satanism, and witchcraft. I was made aware of a Swedish Pentecostal pastor named Kjell Sjöberg and the Holy Spirit told me to meet him and give him my book.
I was scheduled to be the speaker for a week of revival in the Pentecostal church at Närpes, Finland when I discovered that Sjöberg was scheduled to be the speaker a week prior. I decided to get to Närpes a few days early to meet with Kjell. After getting a day appointment, I gave him my book and informed him what it was about.
One of the topics was the fact that God had not brought the Jews back to Israel in 1948; it was the Devil’s handiwork, who was preparing for the coming of the Antichrist. Kjell was a strong Christian Zionist and it was clear that he was deeply disturbed at my words. His parting words were a promise to read the book and discuss it with me the next day. He was still troubled the next day and confided that if my assertions were correct, his worldview would have to change. He asked for six months to verify my claims.
Sjöberg contacted me in the fall of 1982 and excitedly told me that the world situation was in fact worse than what I had presented. He had visited Jerusalem and conducted research at Hebrew University. They had a Kabballah department under the leadership of Professor Gershom Scholem, who had written four books which dealt with the Kabballah and its Jewish history.
Scholem’s writings clearly delineate the concept of two messiahs. The real Messiah, Jesus, and the Kabbalistic messiah who is still to come. As a result, I asked Kjell to write a chapter for an update to my Swedish book with this additional information. Our ministry printed the new edition in the spring of 1983 and a couple thousand copies were shipped to Sweden. The Holy Spirit had set up a divine appointment that forever changed my life and thus opened the eyes of my readers.
1984 KNOWLEDGE TRANSFER
Starting in 1984, Antony Sutton would go on to publish a series of four books exposing the Order of Skull & Bones. I was ignorant about this organization and each book opened my understanding to the secretive men operating behind the scenes and the destruction of the American public educational system. In nine short years, God had taken me from a zero understanding of the political system in the world, to peeling back the curtain and knowing the hidden historical facts.
A SPIRITUAL SHAKE-UP
I was a proud Bapticostal preacher in 1986, thinking that I knew it all. I was sharing my information through The Dove magazine, teaching it in the church, and speaking about it on the radio. What I did not know was that I was steeped in idolatry and was blinded to that fact. One Sunday morning a woman named Doris Feakes approached with a small green book titled “The Truth About Christmas“. I politely accepted the book even though I had no intention of reading it. Christmas was a big part of my life and our church featured a Christmas production every year. When Aina and I returned home, I gave her the book and told her that I did not want to read it.
My precious wife went ahead and read it and quietly advocated that I should read it as well. For some reason, I knew the contents of the book would change my life and I didn’t want any part of it. I found the book in the bathroom on top of the toilet and removed it. The next day it was back. This process went on and off for six months until the Holy Spirit convicted me of apathy. I realized there was no other option than to yield and read the little green book. Just as I figured, the text methodically presented evidence that Christmas was a pagan holiday and it turned out that I had been grieving the Holy Spirit with my behavior.
I knew there would be a lot of resistance from the church members, particularly my parents and brother. Christmas was the holy grail for our family, but I knew the only thing to do was to repent publicly and share why Christmas is a pagan holiday. I don’t remember how many church members we lost, but it took a year or so before my family reached the conclusion that Christmas is idolatry.
ANOTHER SPIRITUAL SHAKE-UP
For many years I was afflicted with a tormenting inferiority complex that I struggled to keep private. Not even Aina was aware of my problem. I spoke confidently on the radio and in churches, but I felt like a little boy on the inside. I never felt like a grown man when I went to conventions or dealt with people. It was difficult to socialize and operate as a pastor because I felt like a little boy. I had been casting out demons since 1970 and even written a book – Christian Dynamics Course 1 – on the subject, but it is difficult to diagnose a problem if you don’t know what is wrong in the first place. I knew there was a problem, but I did not know what to do.
One day in 1988 an article was presented to me with the title, The Arrested Development Spirit. It was written by Pastor Rudy LeBlanc and I came to realize this was the answer I had been seeking. This finally explained my emotional immaturity. As soon as I finished reading the article, I went into heavy prayer and commanded every spirit under the command of the Arrested Development Spirit to get out of me. I could feel them leave me. Why did it take eighteen years to learn about the Arrested Development Spirit? The Bible says that men are destroyed for lack of knowledge.1 God says that people suffer for lack of knowledge. This is why I coined the statement: If you don’t know that something exists, you’re not going to look for it.
THE LATEST REVELATION
The latest revelation came to me at the end of 2023. I had written a series of newsletters from 2004-2005 titled The Hidden Technology Transfer of 1947. In the sermon series, The Origin of Jesus, I introduced the concept of a virtual time run by the Godhead prior to the creation of the universe. For a number of years, I have been talking about the time conversion given to the apostle Peter, that one day with the Lord is a thousand years for man.1 Then the Holy Spirit showed me that the creation story in the Book of Genesis is one of refurbishing the earth after the devasting angelic space war that raged throughout our universe. The title given to me was The World That Was.
I’m not sure that any theologian has ever addressed what took place prior to the creation of Adam and Eve. If there was life before the creation of mankind, then Charles Darwin’s Theory of Evolution is just a fairytale. It also explains who Cain feared after killing his brother. The general teaching is that Cain and Abel were the first children of Adam and Eve, but the Bible does not explicitly say so. If Adam and Eve lived for more than thousand years in the Garden of Eden prior to Lucifer’s temptation of Eve, it is likely there were other children preceding Cain and Abel. This would explain why Cain went to the city of Nod and how he found a wife. This book needs to be in the hands of the people who are going to face the Antichrist.
As I look back on 84 years of my life, I am amazed at the way the Holy Spirit has steadily opened my spiritual understanding. My life has been a fantastic journey and I am sure there is more to learn.
TURNING POINTS IN MY LIFE
There are additional turning points in my life where the Holy Spirit gave me specific instructions.
1. I was told by the Holy Spirit to start a radio ministry in 1975.
2. Later that year I was told to use the radio ministry to start a women’s Bible study in Sacramento.
3. In 1976 I was told to quit the ministry in Lodi and move to Sacramento.
4. Later that year I was told to start a new church, Christian Life Ministries.
5. In 1983 I was notified to resign from Christian Life Ministries.
6. In 1986 I was told to start a new church, Resurrection Life of Jesus Church.
7. On August 29, 1986, the Holy Spirit woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me that I was to drive to a specific street in the morning and meet a person that would build our new church facility.
8. In 1989 the Holy Spirit instructed me to sell the house that I had for some thirteen years. It sold within a week and we moved to my parent’s duplex where we lived for six months.
9. At the end of 1989, the Holy Spirit told me to go north and buy property. Aina and I were led to a ten acre property outside Sheridan, and when we arrived for the first time, the Holy Spirit told me this property had been reserved for us.
10. I was awakened in May of 1999 during the night and shown a vision of a building I was going to build on the property. I was shown the blueprints, and by December the same year, a 4,000 square foot building was completed that would become our printshop and living quarters.
11. In 2005 I was told by the Holy Spirit to erect a second building which later became our chapel and studio where the church now meets.
12. During a visit with a family in upstate New York, the Holy Spirit laid it upon my heart to start webcasting our Sunday morning services. The end of November 2008 saw our first webcast live on the Internet.
HOW ABOUT YOU?
I have shared my testimony to build your faith. If God can do this for me, is He willing to do the same for you? Yes! God loves humanity. He is not concerned if you’re Jew or Gentile, male or female, or whether you’re socially acceptable, the unconditional love He offers is the same toward everyone.
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.
That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.
For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.
Then Peter opened his mouth, and said, Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons:
But in every nation he that feareth him, and worketh righteousness, is accepted with him.
While Peter yet spake these words, the Holy Ghost fell on all them which heard the word.
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