September 30, 2013 I left Washington State and drove to Murfreesboro, TN. Days later when I was finished moving into my apartment I felt something whisper in my ear "Friend of God."
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The Long March
I turned 30 on March 9th, 2014. I had been receiving a calling, and by May 24th I had become very Good at talking with the Holy Ghost. I loaded up a back pack with 45 pounds of weight like a Centurion, and went for a walk.
Life for me had been miserable over the last few months. I was dealing with multiple legal issues for pursuing happiness, and obeying God. Time in jail had put me in financial trouble, and I was close to losing my apartment and being homeless. Nothing else mattered to me but God.
I felt like I had a disk in my head. God was at the front of my head, something not of God at the back of the head that I learned to ignore. I worked to flip this disk like a coin so that God was on top of my head pointing towards the heavens.
I started my March around Central Middle School on Main Street, Murfreesboro, TN, and walked till the End of the Road. Along the way God asked me to do things, and I had to reason with him. The Spirit of God was completely working through me. I had to take proverbial lessons God gave me, and we wrestled in my head. I had to remember God has Good plans for me. Don't Look Back. Walk The Line...as in, don't veer off the straight path laid out for me.
I was told every lie I could image at the time about the Bible and scripture or hard truths, and I had to not care. I don't care to repeat or remember them. I was showed many things like Enoch is to Noah as Elijah is to Elisha, and how God had been working through people. I saw many visions, and felt like 2000 years of Christian history and suffering was propelling me forward. Like there had been people who had endured a lot of suffering so I could be doing this with God.
On the way to the End of the Road, I had a vision that Jesus was waiting for me there. I was close to losing my apartment, and had legal issues, had no job, nothing to really hope for and little to no joy in my life. I felt like I may be taken up to heaven at the End of the Road, and all my suffering would be over. As I reached the End of the Road the straps on my backpack started to slip naturally. I had straps around my waist as well. I started running, as both my shoulder straps fell off, like an athlete pulling a sled. I wasn't going to stop. Eventually all the straps slipped. I left my backpack in the street, and soon arrived at the end of the road. Jesus was not there. Elisha had to see Elijah.
I rested about five minutes. I started walking back. God said my backpack represented my sins. I left my backpack in the street, and walked back with no water or weight.
Soon he tells me to walk in the middle of the street. I do so. Two vehicles were approaching. I had a bad feeling about them. I knife handed the vehicles as they approached and said authoritatively, "I'm not Jesus. Jesus wasn't there. I'm not Jesus. You can't run from me." The vehicles didn't swerve or change path and neither did I. I felt like a side mirror of a truck may have passed through my arm, but I didn't flinch. After they pass I get back on the shoulder of the road.
Five minutes later a firetruck and a police car pass by me alarms blazing and sense that my back pack may have caught on Fire somehow. I start to see the bluest sky I have ever seen. I don't look back or up. I pass back over Cripple Creek.
I continue my mental wresting with God. He had been sharing the numbers in the Bible with me, and how some of his magic worked. I was beaten down mentally till I did not care about any of that, and shown that I should just obey the Spirit.
I was told that if I kept on walking Jesus would possess me, and I would be no more. I kept on walking. About a mile or two outside of Murfreesboro it was over, and I felt like I had a giant crown on my head. My body also went through some burning sensations that were different and supernatural. My whole body felt like it was on fire, but I remember a burning sensation in my groin more.
When I came back to my apartment I
was more exhausted then I had ever been in my life. I felt like I was in some sort of high gravity chamber and couldn't move for a long time nor did I want to. I felt burning sensations. I may have been similar to what Jonah outside of Nineveh may have felt like when God had him lay down. Eventually I watched two different lyric videos of "Sex on Fire" by Kings of Leon on my phone because that was how I was feeling, and that released me.
I became homeless over the next two months and kept working on my phone. God was training me through his spirit. I have the Word in me.
Read Blog:
http://rocksteadyarmy.blogspot.com/.../anexodus-following...
The Long March
I turned 30 on March 9th, 2014. I had been receiving a calling, and by May 24th I had become very Good at talking with the Holy Ghost. I loaded up a back pack with 45 pounds of weight like a Centurion, and went for a walk.
Life for me had been miserable over the last few months. I was dealing with multiple legal issues for pursuing happiness, and obeying God. Time in jail had put me in financial trouble, and I was close to losing my apartment and being homeless. Nothing else mattered to me but God.
I felt like I had a disk in my head. God was at the front of my head, something not of God at the back of the head that I learned to ignore. I worked to flip this disk like a coin so that God was on top of my head pointing towards the heavens.
I started my March around Central Middle School on Main Street, Murfreesboro, TN, and walked till the End of the Road. Along the way God asked me to do things, and I had to reason with him. The Spirit of God was completely working through me. I had to take proverbial lessons God gave me, and we wrestled in my head. I had to remember God has Good plans for me. Don't Look Back. Walk The Line...as in, don't veer off the straight path laid out for me.
I was told every lie I could image at the time about the Bible and scripture or hard truths, and I had to not care. I don't care to repeat or remember them. I was showed many things like Enoch is to Noah as Elijah is to Elisha, and how God had been working through people. I saw many visions, and felt like 2000 years of Christian history and suffering was propelling me forward. Like there had been people who had endured a lot of suffering so I could be doing this with God.
On the way to the End of the Road, I had a vision that Jesus was waiting for me there. I was close to losing my apartment, and had legal issues, had no job, nothing to really hope for and little to no joy in my life. I felt like I may be taken up to heaven at the End of the Road, and all my suffering would be over. As I reached the End of the Road the straps on my backpack started to slip naturally. I had straps around my waist as well. I started running, as both my shoulder straps fell off, like an athlete pulling a sled. I wasn't going to stop. Eventually all the straps slipped. I left my backpack in the street, and soon arrived at the end of the road. Jesus was not there. Elisha had to see Elijah.
I rested about five minutes. I started walking back. God said my backpack represented my sins. I left my backpack in the street, and walked back with no water or weight.
Soon he tells me to walk in the middle of the street. I do so. Two vehicles were approaching. I had a bad feeling about them. I knife handed the vehicles as they approached and said authoritatively, "I'm not Jesus. Jesus wasn't there. I'm not Jesus. You can't run from me." The vehicles didn't swerve or change path and neither did I. I felt like a side mirror of a truck may have passed through my arm, but I didn't flinch. After they pass I get back on the shoulder of the road.
Five minutes later a firetruck and a police car pass by me alarms blazing and sense that my back pack may have caught on Fire somehow. I start to see the bluest sky I have ever seen. I don't look back or up. I pass back over Cripple Creek.
I continue my mental wresting with God. He had been sharing the numbers in the Bible with me, and how some of his magic worked. I was beaten down mentally till I did not care about any of that, and shown that I should just obey the Spirit.
I was told that if I kept on walking Jesus would possess me, and I would be no more. I kept on walking. About a mile or two outside of Murfreesboro it was over, and I felt like I had a giant crown on my head. My body also went through some burning sensations that were different and supernatural. My whole body felt like it was on fire, but I remember a burning sensation in my groin more.
When I came back to my apartment I
was more exhausted then I had ever been in my life. I felt like I was in some sort of high gravity chamber and couldn't move for a long time nor did I want to. I felt burning sensations. I may have been similar to what Jonah outside of Nineveh may have felt like when God had him lay down. Eventually I watched two different lyric videos of "Sex on Fire" by Kings of Leon on my phone because that was how I was feeling, and that released me.
I became homeless over the next two months and kept working on my phone. God was training me through his spirit. I have the Word in me.