As a child, I was deadset on going into the army, serving in the airborne and going to ranger school. I was too short to serve in a ranger battalion, but I could still go to the school. I exercised, then got some injuries. One injury was a head injury, and I had to relearn all motor skills meaning talking, walking, and moving. An EMS crew actually had to be right there because my vitals would stop resulting in having to have my heart restarted. After I recovered, I was told by recruiters I would not be enlisted. The guys with the marijuana were right there, and it was basically handed to me which resulted in progressive use, then everyone stopped talking to me except the users. I still tried to exercise and stay in shape, but was stopped in my tracks. I think medication for the temporary seizures blocked memories of me having the head injury. So the drug use progressed, of course because all my so called "friends" stopped talking to me, banned me from hanging out, etc..So years later, after graduating high school, being ditched by a girlfriend I loved, I finally beat IV drug addictions. I came out with a fatal liver disease though, hepatitis c. I completed a Chesterfield County Drug Court program after 2 years 8 months that got me on track. The program ended in 09, and shortly after my employer terminated me on the day I was going to see a doctor. I was also under consideration for hep c medicinal treatment. I lost my medical coverage. The next part time employer refused to cover a job injury, resulting in a not so good scenario as I had no money for doctor care. I got involved with weightlifting in 08 at a YMCA, and continued to do so for several years. This resulted in spinal and joint injuries as instructors didn't notify me of proper techniques and I went heavy for my size. So after losing everything I have, and staying off the needle since mid 06, I'm broke, unemployed, on food stamps, and have zero sights of a good future and suffer many injuries due to not having good techniques. I was oblivious to injuries as I was in excellent shape at first, and thought I was indestructible. Memories from childhood about my interactions with a Holy Spirit started coming back over a year ago. These memories are from the early 1980's. I listened to this Spirit, and the Spirit possessed me, used the phone and had a federal agent pick me up and drive me to a rock quarry. I had to roll off the edge of the quarry to crack my skull for the works of this Holy Spirit. I did so, and a surgeon brought me home later and told my mom she gets Spirit works. I gave my life to this Spirit 3 times to hand people in to the proper personnel. This resulted in me being hanged until choked to death. One man handed in was Osama Bin Laden. He had murdered a child so people would fear him. It took me several nights to dial the right numbers on the phone as the Spirit showed them illuminated to me. When I did finally dial the right sequence, a man answered and was told it was a Holy Spirit, and the Spirit had a target for him. A man from the navy, Ryan Zinke, wound up being dropped off at my families residence. 2 SEALs and a CIA agent also came to our residence. The Spirit had possessed me and drawn a drawing of Osama Bin Laden. Zinke gave me a hug when he found out I was hanged to hand Bin Laden in. If memories are correct, I handed him the drawing when he came into the house. The Spirit used the phone and called army personnel and federal personnel telling them who to bring to the house, what orders to give them, etc.. Special Forces soldiers were placed at various locations in the yard and neighboring yards, and raked our yard clean of debris. 2 were at the back door, 2 on the front curb, and one was at the basement door. There were other soldiers at other locations of course with no guns. Cutting through ALOT of details, one night a man went into the yard heading towards the basement door area. The 2 soldiers on the curb told him to use the front door, I'm not sure how many times. The soldier at the basement door area had orders to stop anyone from going thru the door. He took the man down after the man tampered with the doorknob, using the tactical takedown from behind via a knife in the neck severing the esophagus. After a drawn out scenario, he was sorry he killed the man but he carried out his orders. Zinke took high blood pressure as an impairment to speak with this Holy Spirit about Bin Laden. The Spirit had a man brought to the house of middle eastern decent, and he took me to Pakistan to a residence. I was accompanied by a Angel, who told me what to do. I was possessed in a woman's residence, and a Pakistani man came to the residence. He took high blood pressure also I believe, to speak with the Spirit. I was possessed and walked around on the streets with the man. The Special Forces soldier who killed the man at the basement door, Mykel Hawke, also went on the flight and had to stand on the Pakistani streets near the residence waving at people. The Pakistani man was ranking police or military personnel I imagine. He flew back to the USA and came to my residence when I returned to the USA. The Special Forces commander came to the house over Saddam Hussein. He was handed in for genocide. A drawing was also drawn of Saddam. My vocal cords were severed at the time, so the Spirit spoke out of text with the Special Forces commander about Saddam and arresting him for trial of genocide. I had given my soul to the Spirit to save a woman's life who was going to be shot in a gas station. A knife was rammed in my neck and taken out and I bled to death regarding giving my soul. My vocal cords were severed in the process. An ATF agent came to the house about a moonshiner with poisonous product. Marvin Sutton was the moonshiner. Many other people had the opportunity to give their life to this Spirit to save a life or lives. 2 federal agents I believe did so and stayed dead. One was hanged and the other fell to the street with heart failure i believe. The men considered "precious" did not stay dead after giving their lives. I took a leaking heart valve to speak with the Spirit about the Trade Centers falling. A drawing was drawn and the Spirit stated they would fall. Another guy named Chad also took the leaking heart valve to speak with the Spirit. Several people gave their lives for their own drawings, which had "Holy Spirit" written where an author might write his or her name. These drawings were shown to residents of the Towers with information that the Towers would fall, as stated by a Holy Spirit. A federal agent, along with other men, tried to have the Towers condemned to prevent the loss of life. This was the only way, as stated by the Spirit, to prevent the tragedy. Many other events happened, including the fed's knowing a government building would be bombed. I'm not 100 percent sure, but they may have caught McVeigh out of information stated by the Spirit. A huge tragedy though, and I remember the federal agent who never spoke out of text was very upset. He handled the Spirit incidents as he could speak with the Spirit since he never spoke out of text. There's alot more not mentioned here, and alot of details left out. Plenty more happened involving this Holy Spirit, including a man who was put to death in the street. He had committed a murder with a certain type of motive, so the Spirit had him found. An army major stuck a knife in his neck as police watched the entire incident. Life's not good after remembering this. I'm a single man, and my other past as an IV drug user is what I'm regarded as. Employer's are unwilling to hire it seems. The possibilities of finding a companion have become almost unfeasable. I'm on free medical aid, food stamps, and have to solely rely on everybody else for anything. I feel I'm deserving of a decent life, possibly a companion, and more. I'm sure this is not important to anyone else but me. Remembering that people got to experience the works of this Spirit that we only read about in the bible is not good as it seems no one cares if I can obtain my own life, a place I can work until I'm older, and more. I cared about lots of people's lives, and its sort of unnerving knowing I may go without comforts in life. Lots of lives got saved, and I'm sure alot of them have families, work jobs, and live life. It seems there's not too much even close to that coming in my life as I approach 40.