Before my spiritual eyes were opened and I began to walk in the spirit world years ago, I longed for my spiritual eyes to be enlightened. During a gathering hosted by a Hindu denomination that rejects the idea of the Holy Spirit in baptism, I experienced a spiritual awakening. All of that is untrue to them. They are adept at announcing the Lord Jesus Christ’s second arrival, nevertheless. I am Hindu, and I got this brochure promoting a thirty-day crusade in my letterbox. I had no choice but to leave. As Hindus, we are unaware of all the arguments that go on in churches. The question is whether your denomination or mine is correct. Nothing is known to us. There is just one thing we know. Christians attend church, and there is a God named Jesus Christ. We only know that because we are outsiders.
Spiritual Eyes
I attended this meeting. It took place in a similar auditorium. When the American preacher issued an altar call, I was sitting straight up on the balcony listening to the message when I heard a voice in the back of my mind. Go follow him; he is the real God. From deep within me came a real voice, a real, audible voice. Go follow him; he is the real God. What about all the gods we have been worshipping for so long, I wondered? There are 330 million gods worshipped by Hindus. How they counted is a mystery to me. A few of them figured everything out. At least a dozen gods will be worshipped in the homes of every decent, devout Hindu. In our home, we have a small altar and display images of some of the most well-known deities. There will only be one patron deity. He acts as the family’s guardian. Then with every other deity. I am at this meeting while we worship a dozen different gods. There was an internal conflict because I was hearing this voice, which said, “This is the true God. Go and follow him.”
Which additional gods are there? How about them? But every time I stopped it, the voice continued to speak. The only thing was that the volume kept increasing. Go follow him; he is the real God. I was unsure of what I should do or change. I simply settled into the seat, and after a time, I noticed that the chair I was sitting in started to tremble. It trembled. genuinely trembling. Continue talking; this is the real God, and I am getting the feeling that I should get up and leave. As you may imagine, I simply gripped the handle. I would not go. I was unsure of how to interpret it. Why does this voice insist that this is the real God? I was obstinate and did not know, but I noticed that many people were getting up from their seats and moving to the front.
Then a third event occurred out of nowhere. I was gently raised to my feet by a hand beneath my back. I thought to myself as I stood on the balcony. The voice came first, followed by the shaking, the hand, and then the lifting. This hand will pick me up and knock me to the ground if I struggle any longer. Let me just give in to it, I reasoned. His hand gradually released me after softly gripping me for three flights of stairs. I arrived and positioned myself where the preacher was on the left.
I vividly recall the entire incident, as though it had just occurred. The preacher appeared to have been waiting for me the entire time I arrived. He probably did not notice me. A pleasant white dude. There were about fifty other people there, so I doubt he saw me. There was no one around me as I stood in a corner. He began leading the group in the sinner’s prayer as soon as I arrived, saying, “Let us pray.” Nothing made sense to me. I was only sixteen years old and a Hindu. I am not sure if I should recite the sinner’s prayer while I am standing there. I knew nothing to repeat the sinner’s prayer. I said as I stood there, “Okay, I have come this far.” I decided to take it a step further and looked skyward. Jesus, please release me from this cycle of reincarnation if you are the real God.
Hindus hold that reincarnation occurs in a cycle. I prayed, “Lord, please release me from the cycle of rebirth if you are the real God.” I felt a pot of oil being poured on my head as soon as I stated it. I could feel it. I look back to see whether anyone else is standing next to me. No one was in the three-foot area. Nobody. However, I sensed a portion of my head. It was dripping down and cooling my head. I sensed that my heart was being cleansed. After he washed my toes, he left after running down my hands and all over my face before reaching my legs. I experienced a deep sense of calm that I cannot describe, and I felt as though all of my sins had been forgiven.
I realized then that Jesus Christ was the real Living God. The supernatural experience was coerced. This church that hosted the gathering provided me with some leaflets and several books to study as a follow-up after I was rescued. I returned home while concealing my faith. My father does not want me to tell him that I recently became a Christian because he was a priest. Thus, I concealed it for as long as possible until I was apprehended in possession of the Bible, at which point chaos ensued.
He therefore strongly chastised me for reading the Bible and interacting with Christians in any way. So I did as he said. I completely forgot about the meeting and the church. However, I resumed my regular life as a Hindu, and then our yearly school vacation arrived. I therefore had nothing else to do while on vacation. My father forbade us from interacting with any friends, therefore, I had none. Extremely rigid dude. Just home, school, home. No time to play. Thus, a month of vacation spent sitting at home with no idea what to do. I decided to read the book they handed me during the meeting six months prior while I was sitting by myself in my bedroom. It is known as “steps to Christ.”
I was unaware of the nature of that church. The denomination was unknown to me. I only knew that I had been saved. I did not care whose church they belonged to. The same voice that told me, “This is the true God,” whispered to me once more as I read the book. It stated that you should return to the church and get baptized because you made a mistake. Very crisp and sharp, exactly like what I heard half a year ago. So I recalled everything that had happened. I went to the church right away. Fortunately, the services were held on a Saturday. So I could pretend to have extra lessons at school and deceive my parents. After putting on my school uniform, I would leave for class. The only person wearing the school uniform in that church would be me. When I first met the pastor, I expressed my desire to get baptized.
To put it succinctly, he said that before we could baptize you, you must first study the Bible. How long will they take? I asked him. Three months. “All right,” I replied, so every Sunday afternoon when my father is sleeping, I sneak out of the house, go to church, do my Bible study, and then dash back home before he wakes up. I learned nothing about the Bible throughout the three months of Bible study other than the doctrines of the church denomination. I did not care about it. I wanted to be baptized. I did not care what others thought about keeping the sabbath. What they believed about avoiding consuming filthy food. I did not care about it.
The Lord told me to go and get baptized, so I set out to finish all the studies so that I would be prepared to pay the price in the water. So, on March 3, 1979, I was baptized. I was in high school after that. I once felt something descend into my spirit from heaven while I was walking down the street to school. He said, “God is calling you to the ministry,” as he lowered his voice. I was guided step by step in this manner, and as a result, I eventually joined the Church. The Holy Spirit experience is rejected by that church. As you have probably realized by now, it is known as the Seventh-Day Adventist Church.
I was so gullible that I was ignorant of church denominations, like a baby Christian. This includes denominations such as Methodist, Anglican, Presbyterian, United Methodist, and Divided. I regret that they have all split up, nevertheless. In any case, they all split off.
Whatever it is, I only wanted to follow the spirit is guidance. To cut a long tale short, I left the church a year and a half after receiving my call. Acknowledging that all incorrect teachings are incorrect teachings. I was introduced to the Pentecostal church as soon as I left the church. They were not very appealing to me. So much yelling. Take a look at what transpired in 1979. They are all straitjacket Christians in their seventies. They are straitjacket Christians who only sing hymns and do not clap their hands or move their bodies.
I felt completely lost when I entered a Pentecostal church and started leaping up and down while they clapped their hands. Attending the Pentecostal church was unpleasant for me. It is all hooliganism. After that, I learned about the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit is baptism, but I was still thinking a lot about the Seventh Day teaching. What these Pentecostals are teaching me is too much for me to believe. The Holy Spirit speaking in tongues. I said to the Lord, “I want you to teach me, Lord, and I do not want to listen to this individual or that one.” I took out the Bible and read the Gospels repeatedly till I was certain that the Holy Spirit is baptism was real.
I therefore started praying sincerely from the middle of 1980 till September 1981 because I realized it was real. Sincerely, I prayed. Give me the Holy Spirit, Lord. I received the Holy Spirit from the Lord. I was then wonderfully filled with the Holy Spirit for three days in a row in September 1981 when a powerful man of God visited our town and held a crusade. For fifteen full minutes, I had the sensation that a hundred and ten thousand watts of electricity would run through my entire body. Every day for three days in a row, I will feel it pouring powerfully. I was overjoyed, and after being baptized in the Holy Spirit, I started to fervently seek out the gifts of the Spirit. Because I witnessed the manifestation of all nine of the Holy Spirit is gifts in that preacher’s life. He used to refer to our folks by name and share their issues with them.
“Lord, I want this,” I said. I fervently prayed for the Holy Spirit’s talents. I wasn’t content with that after I began using the Holy Spirit’s gifts in my life. Since both of these men of God have departed to be with the Lord, there must be more to this story than what I learned about another man of God. However, in the heavenly realms, his other men of God enjoyed a close and profound walk with God. In the past, he was swept up into the sky. Angels used to appear to him. He was translated, and I became enthralled with his fellowship of saints in heaven. “I need that,” I said. The next step is that. I want to walk with you like the man of God, Lord, I pray fervently. I want my spiritual eyes to be opened by the same anointing Lord.
I am not sure how I came to hold this book, published by the late Kenneth Hagin, called The Believer’s Authority, during this time of pursuit. I finished reading the book. I reached the point in the book where he expressed dissatisfaction with his own spiritual life and a desire for something more profound. Have you read the book? He told his wife, “I am going to pray and seek the Lord,” and shut himself in his church. Do not wait for me to join you for dinner; I will not go until I have a spiritual experience. He opened his Bible to Ephesians 1:17–21 and Ephesians 3:17–22, where the apostle Paul offers forth a prayer for Christians’ effectiveness. The prayer was said by him. These are spirit-filled prayers, and they are intended for me as well as for the effective believers.
So I claimed those prayers. He prayed and he prayed and he prayed until the Lord told him from this day onwards the spiritual eyes are opened. So when I read that, something stirred inside me. So I thought, if it can work for a white man, it can certainly work for an Indian because our God is not colorblind. He’s not colorblind so I wrote down that prayer and I personalized that prayer. Lord fill me with the spirit of wisdom and revelation that the eyes of my understanding would be enlightened that I may know what is the hope of my calling and what the riches of the glory of my inheritance in the Saints and what is the exceeding greatness of your mighty power that worketh in me.
I prayed constantly throughout my waking hours and wrote it down on a sheet of paper. I shall sincerely pray this prayer while kneeling in a corner whenever I have a moment to spare. I saw a flash of light one day as I was praying, and it said, “You will receive this gift after 188 days.” There are 180 days, but I have no idea why. However, I noted it in my journal. However, I continued to pray that prayer every day. I say a prayer when riding the bus. I pray whenever I can while working or while I am out on a stroll. Kneel down in a secluded nook and say this prayer. I believe you can see that during the third week of September 1983, on the 23rd or 24th, I was attending a spiritual gathering when my spiritual eyes were unexpectedly opened during the prayer.
For twenty minutes, I witnessed the Lord Jesus Christ hanging on a crucifixion. Tears poured from my eyes like rivers when I beheld that vision from every angle, you know, from the top to the bottom, from the right to the left, and from every corner. I kept crying. I have no idea why I was crying, and I was unable to stop the tears from streaming down my face that night.
I was writing about this occurrence in my diary when I returned to my room. I make it a practice to record in my diary any visions I have or anything the Lord says to me. I decided to check the day when I wrote about that occurrence in my diary. It was precisely the 188th day, which was the 180th day, when I went back in time. From that day forward, my spiritual eyes were enlightened. Every time I pray, a vision appears. spiritual vision, yet I was not content with that. No, this is insufficient; I need to find out what the next step is. My next step is to see the Lord Jesus Christ.
I started to fervently plead, “Lord, I want to see you.” I mean, I listened to what that divine man had to say. He talks about all of his amazing experiences, including how he was taken to the third heaven, how the Lord Jesus Christ would enter his prayer study, and how, when he was reading the Bible, the Lord Jesus entered his bedroom and asked, “Do you understand what you are reading?” Hearing all of that was very pleasant. However, I continued by saying, “No, I need that Lord.” That is what I need. You love everyone, so if you can do that for him, you can do it for anyone. So I prayed sincere. Sincerely, I prayed.
About two months later, I made the decision to dedicate an entire day to prayer. When this man of God was out of town, it was my responsibility to pray for all of the requests on his behalf and then respond to everyone. I was in his ministry for approximately two and a half months, and during that time, he received hundreds of letters every day asking for prayers.
I decided to dedicate an entire day in prayer from 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. on a certain day in November 1983. I told my colleague, “Look, do not bother me; I am going to pray today.” My portion of the work is handled by you. I will make it up to you tomorrow. Here’s a really pleasant young man. I entered the prayer room at ten in the morning, knelt down, and started to worship the Lord, reflect on the Bible, and just wait for God till dusk.
“All right,” I said, “let me pray for all these letters immediately.” I was about to say, “Lord Spirit of God, I am going to pray for all these letters,” when I knelt next to my bed. Assist me in praying. Yes, I heard someone twisting the doorknob just as I was going to say that statement. When I said that no one should bother me, I questioned why someone was coming. As I was going to answer, “Who goes there?” the door opened, and the Lord Jesus Christ appeared as I was standing in front of you.
I noticed that he was standing there in a stunning blue robe. He stood there, walked so magnificently and tenderly, and shut the door behind him. The way the Lord walks is so gentlemanly that no one can mimic it. He approached me directly as he walked. Thus, this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Now you are winning the lottery. I used to think that these were the only questions I would ask the Lord if I ever saw him. Have you ever had such thoughts, but your mind goes blank the instant you see the Lord? The beauty of the Lord Jesus causes the intellect to become blank and makes things difficult. You know, the beauty, the tremendous beauty.
Solomon stated that he was fairer than ten thousand, but I do not think it is true. He came and stood next to me, and what he said next astounded me.
“I have come to pray with you,” he said. I have never heard anything like this before, Lord. What he did next startled me even more. What do you mean? He knelt. This is becoming worse; I was unsure of how to respond in bed. First, his attractiveness astounded me; then, his statement astounded me; and last, his act of kneeling next to the dust astounded me. King David was correct when he replied, “Who am I but a dog but a worm?” For the King of Glory to come and kneel next to me, who am I? He replied, “Put your hand on those letters and let us pray,” because I was having trouble processing anything. I told God.
Somehow, I found some bravery. I have no idea what all of these folks have written, Lord. Before we pray, should I read each one to you one at a time? Look at how foolish and naive we are. He said, even though he already knew what was in the letter. My innocence and naivete now amount to a great deal. I am not sure, but he merely gave me a smile. One lovely smile. “Just lay your hands,” he urged. We will offer up prayers. After I released my hands, the Lord placed his hands on them, said, “Let us now pray,” and raised his face. Naturally, I did not say a prayer. I opened my eyes and gazed at him since I did not want to pass up this chance. We were so near that when I glanced at him, he raised his face and started to moan and moan, and tears started to flow freely.
Before my eyes, I saw the embodiment of Romans 8:26. The groaning of the Holy Spirit in prayer. I saw the Lord’s spirit, and all he did was moan. When he was done, his entire body, even his chest, was moaning and twitching, and tears were streaming down his face. We went over each of the 300 letters one by one after he instructed me to respond to them in this manner. Not the kind of group prayer that is so common today. I discovered that day that everyone is important to the Lord. Every prayer is directed toward the Lord. It is not a group prayer. We pray for all of these letters, Lord. Lord, please respond to each and every letter. The Lord was touched by each and every tear. He stared at me once we finished all of those letters. He got to his feet. He blessed me after placing his hands on my head. I was thrilled to see the Lord Jesus Christ standing at my right side every time I closed my eyes to pray after that day, but I also exclaimed, “Lord, this is not enough.”
There is more. And now what? Lord, I want to behold your splendor. I then began to pray because I wanted to see paradise. Sincerely, I prayed, “Lord, I want to behold your glory.”
“I have come to pray with you,” he said. I have never heard anything like this before, Lord. What he did next startled me even more. What do you mean? He knelt. This is becoming worse; I was unsure of how to respond in bed. First, his attractiveness astounded me; then, his statement astounded me; and last, his act of kneeling next to the dust astounded me. King David was correct when he replied, “Who am I but a dog but a worm?” For the King of Glory to come and kneel next to me, who am I? He replied, “Put your hand on those letters and let us pray,” because I was having trouble processing anything. I told God.
Somehow, I found some bravery. I have no idea what all of these folks have written, Lord. Before we pray, should I read each one to you one at a time? Look at how foolish and naive we are. He said, even though he already knew what was in the letter. My innocence and naivete now amount to a great deal. I am not sure, but he merely smiled at me. One lovely smile. “Just lay your hands,” he urged. We will offer up prayers. After I released my hands, the Lord placed his hands on them, said, “Let us now pray,” and raised his face. Naturally, I did not say a prayer. I opened my eyes and gazed at him since I did not want to pass up this chance. We were so near that when I glanced at him, he raised his face and started to moan and moan, and tears started to flow freely.
Before my eyes, I saw the embodiment of Romans 8:26. The groaning of the Holy Spirit in prayer. I saw the Lord’s spirit, and all he did was moan. When he was done, his entire body, even his chest, was moaning and twitching, and tears were streaming down his face. We went over each of the 300 letters one by one after he instructed me to respond to them in this manner. Not the kind of group prayer that is so common today. I discovered that day that everyone is important to the Lord. Every prayer is directed toward the Lord. It is not a group prayer. We pray for all of these letters, Lord. Lord, please respond to each and every letter. The Lord was touched by each and every tear. He stared at me once we finished all of those letters. He got to his feet. He blessed me after placing his hands on my head. I was thrilled to see the Lord Jesus Christ standing at my right side every time I closed my eyes to pray after that day, but I also exclaimed, “Lord, this is not enough.”
There is more. And now what? Lord, I want to behold your splendor. I then began to pray because I wanted to see paradise. Sincerely, I prayed, “Lord, I want to behold your glory.”
Chapter 12 of the book of Hebrews informs us that the judge will restore the communion of the saints in the end days. Do you know what that is? This man of God used to tell you about his amazing experiences with the communion of saints. You are not conversing with powerful individuals. You are still alive. Because according to the Bible, the Lord Jesus Christ himself said. The god of the dead is not God. The god of the living is him. He is the God of Jacob, the God of Isaac, and the God of Abraham.
The god of the living is him. We are not engaging in necromancy if they are still alive. That is not it. Come see that they are alive saints in glory, and the scriptures provide evidence of this in Matthew 17: Elijah and Moses visited and spoke with Jesus.
There are the scriptures. Isn’t it? Additionally, Matthew 27:51–52 tells us that the tombs opened and the Saints rose, appearing to the Jerusalemites after the resurrection of the Lord Jesus Christ. They showed up. We have scriptures for everything since Christ showed up and talked to the people. Therefore, I did not pray to see all of these saints before I prayed to view the splendor of heaven. Instead, I prayed, Lord, now I would want. I did not offer up a prayer. I simply made the decision to follow God. I received a commandment from the Lord. Do this commandment, he said. Invest this amount of time in prayer every day. I will not reveal the number. Considering that it is unique to me. Not everyone will be affected by it. I discovered that was not true for everyone because, after sharing this with a few others, nothing worked for the same number of hours. I then understood that it was not for those. That was built specifically for me.
The idea is to wait on God. Walking with God is based on that premise. seeking God’s fellowship in an honest manner. Now you have to learn this. Pursue this with sincerity, and I am sharing all of this with you to make you jealous rather than to boast about my current spirituality. What I am doing is that. I did not prepare this to be shared with you tonight. I am merely making fun of you. All of this is said in the utmost humility. All I am trying to do is make you feel holy jealous so that when you get home and leave this location, you will kneel and ask the Lord if you can do it to that Indian, you can do it to me. That is what I want. That is what you will do. God is not colorblind, so if he can do something to an Indian, he can definitely do it to you.
After seven days, I started spending this many hours each day in prayer. One day, as I was simply waiting on God and focusing on the word, I felt as though someone had just entered my room. When I turned back, I noticed a very old-looking, glorious saint with long white hair and a big white beard standing in my room. He approached me and asked, “What are you reading?”
We are taught to address elders as fathers in India, I said, sir. You refer to them as fathers. “This is what I am reading, Father,” I said. I then turned to face him. Who are you, sir? I am the author of the book of Revelation, he declared. John sat next to me, and I did not mention the word “you know.” He instructed you to open your Bible to the book of Revelation and begin reading chapter 1.
I wrote that as you know. He told me how he came up with that. I had a question in my heart for a while. I asked Sir, “How did you write those seven messages and have them delivered to the seven churches throughout Asia Minor while you were on the island of Patmos?” He claimed that all of the angels from those cities appeared and stood in front of me when God revealed that to me. They brought it to the various churches to present it to the church angel after I wrote on the scrolls and said I would give it to them. They accepted it out of obedience. He gave me this explanation. He left after that short visit, which lasted perhaps thirty minutes. He would come into my room every other day after that as I was waiting on the Lord. To explain certain verses to me or to pray with me. There are some things in the Bible that I do not comprehend, like the phrase “do you know what it means?” The prophet Isaiah appears in the book of Isaiah that I am currently reading. “Let me tell you what this means,” he continued. This continued every day.
I was overjoyed. However, I was not content. Something more must be there now. What comes next? Admire the splendors of paradise. That was my next objective. I so started to pray fervently, Lord, I desire to behold your splendor. Every day I fervently and really prayed, Lord, I want to see your glory. I want to behold your glory, Lord. A saint came to me as I was praying in the middle of the night on my birthday. I have come to bless you on your birthday, which is today. You will soon receive the thing for which you have been praying. I knew this was the one the moment he said that. The saint went after I thanked him. I continued to pray fervently, Lord, and now you have given me a certain assurance. I now have a sure promise, therefore it is no longer just trust.
To be honest, I started praying all the time. This is what I need, Lord. I was waiting on God one day on March 24, 1984, at two in the morning, when I unexpectedly found myself in an unfamiliar location. When I opened my eyes, I was able to see the stunning park. lovely park. In India, I was in my room. It is all in a little six-by-six room. Why cement ground? This park is really lovely. Nowhere else in the world have I ever seen so much vegetation. I was wondering where I was when two angels, each about eight feet tall, appeared and greeted me. Where is this location, I ask them? They showed me around this paradise. To a location where kids are present. Children as young as three to five years old. noticed that they were residing in that area of paradise. That was still another excellent method that was similarly opened. I do not want to quit craving or being hungry as of right now. Just sitting here is not good. Preachers like myself, however, come to tell you. Yes, I have experienced this or been on this walk. This is feasible. It is feasible. Do not stop there. Your father wants you to keep going forward. I say this with certainty and all-knowingness because it is your father’s wish.
Your father does not want it. Yesterday, he would not have shown me that. I would not have seen him. It is what your dad wants. For her daughter, a Syrophoenician woman turned to the Lord Jesus Christ. She made numerous requests to heal her demon-possessed daughter. The Lord simply was unable to. Inconsiderate of her. The disciples initially disregarded her. Then she was disregarded by the Lord Jesus Christ. You are a Syrophoenician, he replied, and your time is not yet. I have been assigned to the Jewish home. Casting the children’s bread to the dogs is a bad idea. Using the term “dog” to refer to a Syrophoenician woman is considered a grave insult in Eastern culture. In Eastern culture, people are still not referred to as dogs.
That is the cruelest and most offensive thing you can do to someone. But take a look at this lady. Despite the fact that the Lord Jesus Christ called her a dog and humiliated her, she chose to ignore the offense and just said, “You called me a dog.” She said, “Yes, Lord, I am a dog,” instead of reacting in such a way. I am not going to give up, Lord. She recalled her knowledge of dog behavior. Dogs continue to run about the feet of the Masters. Do they not? You attempt to chase your dog away. It continues returning to the right. It continues to return again and time again. Dogs are known to do it. They never give up. And that is what the woman did.
She persisted. Even the dogs will sit at the Master’s feet and wait for the crumbs to fall, she murmured, praising the Lord. It was then that she sought the Lord. The Lord Jesus was affected by that and responded, “Let it be done by your faith.” Since he is subject to the Old Covenant, the Lord is technically unable to bless her. This illustrates how faith transcends chronology. Then, how did he treat her? Have faith. Faith does not have time. She moved into that dimension of faith, which is why it endures forever. It goes beyond. It is time to go to the cross. when it was sensed by the blood. opened the door for the Gentiles to hear the gospel in that era. She was healed after the Lord turned around and said, “Your faith will be healed.” Pursue what you are passionate about. God now expects you to have this.
You will have a breakthrough by the end of this conference, and I do not doubt that you want that. Do you not? You came here for more than just head knowledge. Have you? I have bad news for you if that is why you are here. Your time has been squandered. Your time has been squandered. You have to have a profound experience with God by the end of this session on Saturday. Even before that, the only requirement is that you sincerely fight for your future. Make a sincere effort.
Lord, this is my fate. That is what I desire. With sincerity, pray. If you do that, the coat that was on Joseph will fall off. The garment of many colors is more than just a collection of colors; it is a collection of promises. The Lord’s seven-fold Spirit, which was on the coat, will descend upon you as well.
