Blood, Water, And Deltas - A Supernatural Baptism Testimony

I spend my days missing my daughters with the faith that He will bring us together again.

There is a lot to be said. A lot has been said. Nothing needs to be said.

Testimony is important and commanded.

While a few have a little awareness of this story nobody can understand it unless they were there.

None of you were there.

March 19, 2020.

Denver International Airport. The best airport in the world for a worldy truther to get stuck for a few hours. It was my fourth day in a row trying to return to Chicagoland for the greatest car business opportunity I have been offered in a long history of great Chicago business opportunities.

The financial security and career joy apex had been reached. Jesus Christ had given me yet another man of God to rap with while we directed a sales team to serve our customers in the days of Corona-on-the-Lysol-can talk. We had all been sick in January together and spent a lot of time talking about China being asshoe. I wanted that job so bad.

And yet... every single time I leave Denver my heartbreaks for home worse than the first days of basic training.

Saying good-bye repeatedly, spending money on Ubers driving past that stupid ass blue horse statue days in a row, while the world lost it's mind over COVID, had tested the limited patience of the man I was then.

Jesus and I had to have a talk.

I sat on the airport floor that day not realizing I was about to volunteer for a journey that would require close contact with many airport floors to come.

I have a love-hate relationship with this airport. One of the supernatural comms I did capture on record has only been shared with one friend of mine.

Let this begin my testimony as to the supernatural events of the world around me. @frankbacon gets mentioned here both because he is an important spiritual collaborator of mine and because of our many candid conversations about the import of year deltas.

I have a different framing for what I hear when Frank and I discuss much.

I write and speak when the Father wills me to. Much more on that yet to come.

I was having a lot of conversations that day as my Spirit groaned and a snowstorm came up out of nowhere. It has always been the shorter and more limited contacts in person that have made the difference for me. The media work required to perform my work for Jesus was always irritating subterfuge. Having to feign pride while seeking to destroy it within yourself is a dangerous kind of tightrope to walk. The stakes are exceedingly critical.

The wind and the storm came over Denver seemingly out of nowhere, as it does there when the sun takes a minute to stop shining. The day it seemed the airlines were getting things together on how to fly flights with no passengers in my world was a day God sent a storm to confuse them one more time.

It wasn't snowing when the Uber driver dropped me off. I spent the ride talking myself into returning home to Illinois instead of staying home in Colorado with the flight status still green. I had spent years demolishing peoples' Facebook feeds with news of an impending storm.

In my frustration, on that airport floor, Jesus and I had that talk.

It was not a salvation moment for me. October 2016 was that. This was different.

A re-calibration of Spirit.

I will not write down all my words from that day that Jesus reminds me of often for my work in this world.
What I will tell you was I had the conversation as if I was speaking to a friend and I had zero doubt that He would hear me and respond. Somehow, I knew the new words He was waiting to hear in a conversation between really close friends being completely honest with each other and themselves. The ones I had never said because I had kids to keep happy. Women to keep sated in their self-worshipping popcorn-cultured minds. On March 19, 2020 I finally said them.

...even if it means I end up homeless, Jesus.

This was the day the signs and wonders began. The fact that they came so rapid fire as to be not time-efficient to process and regurgitate made me realize soon after that they were not for me. Three years to the day later, I write this in part to those who have experienced them with me. Whether you ignore them or embrace them, I enjoy them.

This is the testimony of how a foolish thing stumbled into the true meaning of being baptized by the Spirit. It took me about three years of studying the Word as well as the inner workings of some very exclusive groups of other foolish things to fully digest it. For now, I'll stick to the story of one moment, on an airport floor, one day three years ago.

"If they let me on the plane, Jesus I will go back to Chicago and attack this opportunity with everything I have. If this flight gets cancelled, as the past few days I tried I am going to shut it down and stay in Denver. I will stay here and figure out how to make this work, whatever You want... even if it means I end up homeless."

I waited an hour or so with mixed and highly charged emotions before they finally put me on one of the empty planes.

I used to have a lot of friends and family in both Chicago and Denver. This was really a win-win for me as I had the Lord's hand on me and my plane. Yet that heartbreak...

Sitting at the window over a wing, I was able to supervise the de-icing efforts from the quick morning snowfall. They did a great job while my emotions aligned with the economic success and fortune model with His apparent blessing. If you do not have conversations with Jesus with the full awareness He is right there with you, then this is either an important testimony for you or you are not my intended audience. Yet.

It was done and the de-icer pulled away. I settled back into my seat and began to prepare mentally for the formal meeting I expected to have the next day. Homelessness was not on the menu.

So I thought. Then the pilot came over the intercom in a highly charged tone of his own with words I will never forget.

Those were stressful days but that pilot was stressed for more than one reason.

Folks. I have no idea why we are being called back but we are being called back to the gate. We went through the de-icing process and everything is fine with the plane. I will update you when we get back to the gate and they give me more information.

I have assumed it was more of the airlines making last second decisions not to fly seven people from city to city out of their own economic interests in those crazy days. Really I did not care the reasonings behind the storm, the final boarding of the plane, the clearly presented succesful de-icing operation, and the bizareness of the situation as confirmed in word and tone by the captain that day. What mattered to me was I had been told to stay home in Denver. The joy of having the complete faith via supernatural experience with Lord Jesus led me to stay where I truly wanted to be was enough. We spent half an hour at the gate before the order to de-board came.

I was out of that plane like a shotgun shell.

With the knowledge that the flight was yet another re-scheduled venture for later... I called my Uber to get out of the airport. I think the later flight may have ended up taking off. I didn't have to check on that.

That wasn't our part of our agreement, me and Jesus.

I am going to say things here and in person going forward that most people are not going to hear. I will do it on God's timing. Some are familiar with my mantra on that. This is not a testimonial of my acceptance of Jesus Christ. I had done that long ago in thought and word as many of the lukewarm who newly hate me now do. So many will hear... "I never knew you."

It is the commitment to the Father's will to complete Jesus' plan from Creation and the however small step you take in that direction with faith that will provide you the baptism of the Spirit many are clearly taught away from.

If you have clued into the fact that the world is burning around you and you call yourself one of Jesus' people... it is time for you to understand what is expected of you.

The blood and the water.

If you are one of His newly-called (my peeps!), it is time to recognize your responsibility to the fifth seal martyrs and all of those who came before us. If you call yourself one of His then it is time for you to stop closing that one eye to the fact that Lord Jesus told you Himself He will spit the lukewarm out of his mouth in this day.

Don't take my word for it. I told a man of God I knew Jesus had me on a mission but I didn't know what it was. I asked him for a book recommendation as to what to read in the Bible.

Acts

I am confident that brother of mine knows the baptism of the Spirit by commiting to His will. I wish I could find men like this in the building churches I attend but that wasn't what the Father had in mind when,I volunteered so zealously. He sends me to the fringe.

Either way that was one of the many along the supernatural journey that began that day. At the end of that day, with so many more important dates to establish for deltas over the next three years, I spoke to that friend that guided me to the Spirit in preparation for that moment on the airport floor.

I miss you, brother. I pray the Lord will bring us together again soon. I have testimony for you alone.

I volunteered for His service and He had need of a very special kind of retard.

That is it. Nothing others aren't experiencing along with the rest of the children Jesus is coming for. That is my testimony to you today. He showed me the way to feel the Peace that you seek.

You also have super powers to acquire and the time is coming where you are going to want them.

He showed me how three years ago today and now He has sent me to show some of you.

Not all of you. Those with ears to hear.

I yearn to see some of you in person but will continue to write as he allows me.

Do not be afraid, children. Just believe.

Your faith is your shield.

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