Journeys To The Bright Morning Star

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Contents

Chapter 1. Introduction........................1Chapter 2. Virginia One........................7Chapter 3. Wisconsin...........................13Chapter 4. Florida.............................23Chapter 5. Nevada..............................35Chapter 6. Colorado One........................43Chapter 7. West Virginia.......................49Chapter 8. Maryland............................57Chapter 9. Connecticut.........................63Chapter 10. Wyoming............................69Chapter 11. Texas One..........................79Chapter 12. Texas Two..........................89Chapter 13. Virginia Two.......................99Chapter 14. Colorado Two.......................105Chapter 15. Colorado Three.....................117

Chapter One

"... LOVE PERFECTED, HAS NO FEAR, FOR FEAR HAS TORMENT." THE BIBLE- 1 JOHN 4:18

Looking across the room directly in front of me I saw a translucent figure. I stared in disbelief, but strangely not in fear, thinking my imagination was soaring to new heights, but nevertheless there it was. I increased my pace on the walker and started to recite the 23 Psalm not taking my eyes off of it ..." the Lord is my Sheppard, I shall not want.....I will fear no evil ..." At that recitation, from its outstretched hands, the demonic apparition unleashed blue bolts of lightning which I could hear whizzing past my head, but amazingly none made contact. At that it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. I silently thanked God for His protection from my spiritual enemy, the evil ones ... and wondered of the past; future encounters and battles yet to come with the enemy.

Little did I know that I had been preparing spiritually for what was to take place and to the battles that would ensue. It was a long way from southern California where in 1979 I had a consuming encounter with, as I later came to know, God. At the time, I had been living, but living an existence devoid of meaning, of reason ... with multiple failed marriages, a womanizer, an agnostic, hedonist, egocentric and neurotic; popular, yet unpopular. In college in the late 60's, early 70's, I undertook "intellectual" forays into Eastern and Western religions; into the egocentric philosophies of the German, Nietzsche, and the Russian anarchist, Bakunin, Marx's Communist Manifesto and Hitler's Mein Kempt; one time experimentations into the drug induced pseudo-realities of mescaline and LSD. At the end, all was found to be a vane search, a falsity, a lie. The great king, Solomon sums it up: "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity". The search "for what" continued.

The unexpected encounter with God happened after one of countless ventures into the world of "high class" lounges, and night clubs in Los Angeles, Beverly Hills and Hollywood. Upon returning to my apartment in Los Angeles one late night, I without premeditation fell to my knees in utter desperation. Out of my spirit, through soulful tears, came these simple words, "Don't you love me too" to the "unknown God". Little did I know at that immediate moment, that prayerful communication went directly into His ear. He responded spiritually, but who was He? I noticed an immediate inner release, which caused me great wonder. I would sense a supernatural love for the first time in my life. In the following months, the life I was leading changed drastically with my escape from my dead-end existence in California. I was accepted back into the Air Force and met Jean Ruth, the love of my life on the way to my assignment at the USAF Tactical Air Headquarters in Langley AFB, Virginia as the Weapons Safety Officer of the 1st Tactical Fighter Wing. This heavenly event was the beginning of a fantastic journey into the realm of the Spirit and until 2009 I didn't know why all the following spiritual experiences, revelations, visions, and communications had taken place.

The meeting with Jean Ruth at the Stouffers Hotel in Pennsylvania at a jazz concert in August of 1979 was fortuitous, a divine appointment, a meeting with a God authored destiny. It all had to be perfectly timed ... Bored that evening reading, An American Caesar by William Manchester on the life of General Douglas MacArthur, an interesting, but tediously large book, my Texas raised mother said, "Son, I am tired of seeing you so bored, why don't you go out for awhile". Parenthetically, on my way to Virginia, I had been staying with my parents, Earl and Della Rae, in West Chester, Pennsylvania. I said, "Alright, Mom" thinking it a good idea, but not knowing where I would end up, except probably a night club or "high class" lounge somewhere for the evening.

As I was driving toward King of Prussia, I saw a large luxurious hotel to my left ... the sign ... Stouffers Hotel and in a smaller part of the marquee "Jazz in the lounge, Friday and Saturday night". I pulled the car into the hotel parking lot looking forward to a temporary relieve from the doldrums. Looking for some feminine companionship was not out of my mind. I looked at my Seiko watch while entering the lobby and thought it about the right time for a good crowd ... 810 p.m.

Approaching the large lounge, with a circular bar in the center I noted that a substantial crowd was there, mostly couples, which made me feel all the lonelier. I took a seat in the back and ordered a tall "Black Label" scotch on the rocks and listened to the jazz quartet, scoping out the scene regularly of who was coming and going. Remaining until just before 10 p.m, I thought I'd go to the bar and have one last scotch and head home. As I sat on the soft leather bar stool, I struck up a conversation with a pretty blond bartender, who had taken an obvious interest in me. Upon ordering another cocktail, I heard from my right a quiet feminine voice. If you have one more of those, you'll fall on me". My eyes fell on a vision of physical beauty, a woman in her 30's, blue eyed, natural golden blond hair to the shoulder, lovely and curvaceous, her complexion was radiant. Catching my breath, I said in feigned casualness, "I've only had a few" insinuating that I was in full control of my faculties. Instantaneously interested in each other, we introduced ourselves her relaying that she was with her cousin, Kallie who sat next to her adding that this was the first time she had been out for years. Sitting, talking and looking into each other's eyes, I unknowingly entered into a spiritually orchestrated covenant with her that would not be broken to this day. We left reluctantly that night exchanging phone numbers, which was sealed with a brief, but sincere kiss. Later the next day, my "sanity" returned and I thought since I was on my way to Virginia, what was the point of seeing her again, and besides I didn't trust women and didn't trust myself in relationships having had so many failed one. Strangely, however, in my soulful heart of hearts, I fell in love with Jean Ruth that night at the Stouffers Hotel in August of 1979.

Several events prior and subsequent to this meeting confirmed to both of us that God was behind this rendezvous. I remembered I had a dream in California; some would call a forecasted vision, sometime in the spring of 1979. I approached a female figure with reddish blond hair reclining in a chaise lounger, hair up, dressed in a long white gown. I noticed that the chaise lounger was in the center of a tall building surrounded by apparent rooms on all sides. We did not speak, but gazed on one another. Subsequently, several astonishing things came from this dream of things to come. The Stouffers Hotel where I meet Jean was architecturally designed with the rooms on each floor surrounding the court yards, restaurants, shops and lounge below. The other amazing confirmation took place the first time I was invited to Jean's home she had a small picture in the kitchen that was exactly a duplicate of the "woman on the lounger" vision!

Jean Ruth herself related several uncanny feelings that took place that night. She said they had passed a car in the parking lot, and said to her cousin "Who is in that car?" Her cousin, said, "How would I know? Why?" She replied "I don't know I have a strange feeling" (after seeing my car later, she said it was the same one). Later in the lounge when her cousin and she were seated at the end of the bar, I had approached and sat next to Jean's left. She was facing the stage, as she related to me, having that same "eerie" emotional sensations, she asked her red headed cousin Kalley, "Who is behind me"? She looked and replied "You wouldn't want to know", but she was looking at another man, short and whose leg was in a cast standing behind them. Drawn by a mysterious urging, she turned around looked at me and spoke the comment that started it all. On her way home, later that night she confirmatively stated to her cousin ... "I'm going to marry him".

Jean Ruth was from a large Brooklyn, New York family and I met them all on one weekend at her home. Of course, they heard much about me and were anxious to meet me and "look me over". Mother, Father, sister and brothers and families arrived about 12 noon and we sat outside next to the pool for a barbeque, hamburgers and brats on the grill, potato salad, beans and the like. Meeting her father, Artie, a New Yorker of Scandinavian origin, and a seafaring man at one time, I was taken by his resemblance to Clark Gable, mustache and all. As related to me later, Jean said he exclaimed to her privately "You are too affectionate with him" and, "That guy has a girl in every port". She laughed it off and said "Oh, Dad, I love him and he's going to be my husband for the rest of my life." Although some of the family did not approve of our whirlwind relationship, Jean Ruth was never curtailed in her certainty that our life would be together. Her mother, Jean, born in England, beautifully demure like an actress in the 40's accepted our relationship and me unequivocally. Saying, "Dear, he is wonderful"; according to Jean's account.

I left Jean Ruth in Pennsylvania that October to report to my duty station in Virginia the 1st of October. Arriving in Norwalk, Virginia on an autumn afternoon, I began to look for temporary lodging near Langley Air Force Base and found a reasonable one bedroom furnished apartment only a mile from the installation. I reported to the brigadier general of the 1st Tactical Fighter Wing, an F15 Eagle base, the next day as I was to be a member of his staff of officers. General Davis, a fighter pilot, short, red graying hair, stocky, but trim saying "Earl, welcome to the wing. I look forward in our working together." He asked if I were married and I replied that I planned to wed on December 1st in Pennsylvania. He congratulated me, shook my hand, and said, "See you at the stand-up meeting tomorrow at 830 in the morning". Saluting smartly I exited his office.

Every Friday, I anxiously awaited the end of the day as I returned to Pennsylvania to see my darling Jean. Eating on the run, I would pick up a 7-11 polish, chips and strawberry shake or a McDonald's burger, fries and shake, and head up the coast for the 6 hour ride arriving usually around 11pm where we would "renew our engagement" until late every Sunday evening. Then, reluctantly I would return to Virginia.

Arriving one late Sunday night from the long ride from Harleysville, Pennsylvania, being extremely tired, I went to bed when I was awaken by, as I thought initially, bright rays of sunshine in my apartment. Startled and thinking that I had overslept, I anxiously looked at the clock next on the bed stand and saw 2:30 a.m.!! I then looked about the room and the "sun rays" were not emanating from outside, but from within the apartment itself. Consumed with apprehension, I looked to my left and saw the location of the emission at the doorway to the bedroom. All that I could fathom was something was in the room as brilliant as the sun itself. With that glance, it vanished, without identification or reason. Although initially alarmed, I sensed no maliciousness or evil to the brilliance, only an unknown Goodness. Until years later I would not know its mysterious source. The mystery would be revealed through spiritual knowledge coupled with many divine encounters that Jesus Christ himself entered the room in his Glory bright as the sun. As I would come to find out, God works in mysterious ways and his ways are not our ways.

On December 1st of 1979, Jean Ruth and I were married in a simple Episcopalian church ceremony, and she joined me on the fantastic journey that was yet to unfold. The church she selected was one that she had been hired for a recent renovation as the commercial interior designer. Throughout our initial marriage interview, The Pastor praised Jean for her ecclesiastical design of the old church. Pastor Schneider was exceptionally enthusiastic about performing the private ceremony with no friends or relatives attending, which was our desire (much to the dismay of a few of Jean's relatives, somewhat displayed at our reception in Staten Island the next day). As Jean relates it, I did not ask her to marry me that September, but assumed it was to be saying, "When we are married, we will do this and that". In retrospect and with some regret, I would have gotten on my knees to ask her, rather than the confident assumption that it would be so. Nonetheless, in our inner being, we knew it was "preordained" as well.

Chapter Two

"I GOD HAVE HEARD YOU IN THE ACCEPTED TIME AND IN THE DAY OF SALVATION. BEHOLD NOW IS YOUR ACCEPTED TIME AND YOUR DAY OF SALVATION." THE BIBLE 2 CORINTHIANS 6:2

After accepting the Lord as my Savior, I spiritually heard angelic singing coming from a heavenly realm with melodic harmony reverberating throughout my body. Startlingly, upon experiencing this, I then saw "beyond the veil", a standard, a sinister coat of arms as a double headed eagle hovering menacingly above me.

After our marriage, living in Newport News, Virginia, where we had bought our first house, we excitedly began our lives together. Months after the initial encounter with the "unknown" God, I became inexplicably drawn to television Christian evangel ministries. That fateful night, I came across a well know minister from Texas, Kenneth Copeland. Suddenly from my spirit I became overwhelmed with the need of asking Jesus Christ into my life. I had been to church, but never thought anything of it except as having an aversion in having to attend on Sundays. That evening the God that I was in a "life and death search" for was identified. The unknown became the known, the unclear became clear, the "fictional" person in whose name I knew throughout my life became not only a story, but a spiritual reality ... the Truth. He was the Son of God, sent to man to make reconciliation for man's rebellion against the Creator I was to learn. He was our sacrifice and went through excruciating pain and suffering so I and mankind could experience salvation. This was the beginning of spiritual wisdom; the remarkable journey had begun.

Shortly after this life changing event, I personally experienced several supernatural phenomenons. As I progressed in my Christian walk, I discovered that not only is there a Father, Son and Holy Spirit, there is the enemy, Satan and his "unholies" who hate the creation of mankind and is bent on its destruction from without and within. My life, from that day, became a spiritual battleground between Jesus Christ, (aka the Son of God, Lord of Lords, the King of Kings) and His heavenly host verses Satan, (aka Lucifer, the fallen archangel, the prince of darkness) and his demonic hoards. I would live these battles and witness many "out of this world" phenomenons until the present day (CS Lewis' fictional work, "The Screwtape Letters", in which I read in college, came alive). As I had wondered on this "spiritual warfare", I bear witness, directly from Jesus Himself in a mental communication many years later, saying, "I have won the battle (for you)".

Significantly as well, through Kenneth Copeland's healing ministry that year, my lungs from years of smoking and asthma, and lifelong allergies were healed. As well, evil entities within, unbeknownst and embarrassingly to me, were commanded to leave in Jesus name. I spiritually and physically felt the manifestation of these healings and the immediate and abrupt flight of those addressed fleeing in obedience to His name.

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