My visit with Jesus Christ

On May 15 2006 I became a Child of God. A couple of days before, I was really depressed because it was going to be Mothers Day. My mother died of Cancer on Feb 3, 2003. I was seeing a counselor for my anxiety and panic attacks. I had just started to get anxiety and panic attacks recently. I was already seeing a counselor about my depression and childhood trauma. I was sexually abused by my brother at age 8. I never told anyone then because I didn't think anyone would believe me. At the age of 21 I came out of the closet. I told everyone I was gay and I was very proud. I ended moving out to my brothers. That is where I started using drugs. I started to hang around with my Gay cousin. He is the one who initiated the drugs. I just wanted to go out and party. But my depression led me to drugs. I was out of my house and in a new lifestyle I really wasn't sure it was mine. I always thought I was different and that made me feel being gay was the reason. My sister was Christian and talked to me about Jesus Christ. I told everyone that I wasn't going to give up my lifestyle for anyone.

I had a experience in Rosarito Mexico with my sister and her in laws. It was about 2:00 AM and my sister and a friend were talking to me about GOD. I told them the same thing I told everyone. I wasn't going to change my lifestyle for anyone. In that moment we all heard a noise coming from the second floor coming down. I best describe it as a lion growling. The thing was It was descending towards me. We all knew who it was and they started to pray.

On the nigh of May 14 I was with a friend (Virginia). We were drinking wine and just enjoying each others company. We were listening to music. My friend fell asleep in the floor. I tried to wake her up. So I turned off everything and went to bed. That night I had a dream. I was with my mother in a round table. It was like a visiting room. I told her how much I missed her. She told me, My son why are you crying for me. I see you cry yourself to sleep an night. Don't you know were I am. I am in Heaven, In eternal rest. I have no pain anymore. I told her I'm so sorry for not being there when she died. I normally went to visit her on weekdays because she had allot of visitors on the weekend. She told me that that is the way she wanted it. She said god only gives you what you could handle. He didn't think you could handle watching me dying. She conversation went on for a while. Then she told me, do you know why you are here? I told her, to let you rest. She said, no!! you are here to see GOD. She said, look; behold God's hands. I started to look left and right and all in a sudden my hands were lifting up to eye level. She said, there are God's hands. I started to kiss them. She told me to go through the door. I was scared to enter but nevertheless I entered. There was Jesus standing. I fell to the ground because as I seen him I seen my entire life from birth to then. I told Jesus that I was not worthy of crawling near his presence. He told me, My precious one get up and come to me. So I got up and sat next to me. We talked for a long time and then he put his hand over me and suddenly blood started pouring over me. He said, with my blood I have washed you sins away. There and then I became a new creation. This is a short version of my visit with Jesus. When he showed me my life from beginning to the present. I had seen the devil at the age of 7. I was in Tijuana Mexico visiting my uncle. We spend the night there. That night I had an accident and wet myself. My mother punished me for it. Later that nigh I woke up and I seen an something that looked like an angel. My sister and brother were next to me. The angel told me everything was going to be OK. He got next to me and started to comfort me. He said I'll make it all better and for some reason I didn't believe him. I told him you are not GOD!!!! and suddenly he became a monster. Showing it's true face. I tried to wake up my siblings but the didn't wake up. I realized it was the devil. Because when I mentioned GOD he turned into flames and I seen his face. To a 7 year old kid, that is traumatizing experience. I didn't remember a thing until I seen all my life when I seen Jesus. Also I seen when I was born. I was born with a heart murmur. The doctors told my mother that the chances if me surviving was very low. Only with a operation I should make it to 15-25 year. That is if the operation goes smoothly. My mother didn't want them to operate on me. She said that God gave him to me that way, God will take care of him. They told her to reconsider, they didn't think I could make it past 3 without the operation. My mother knew that if they operate on me there would be more operation to come. She trusted God and her faith saved me. My mother wasn't a Christian but she strongly believe in him. Before she died a couple of Christians went to visit her and share the good news. There she accepted Jesus Christ as her lord and savior.