This is the story of the Seven Seals—a journey sparked by divine fire, church upheaval, and revelations that demanding  unwavering courage in the face of truth. From a 2004 vision to the edge of 2014, these seals tear through deception, summoning peace in a world on the edge.

 

THE VISION IGNITES

It began in early 2004, in the depths of despair, battling what I believed was a “gay demon.” I wrote songs in tears, fasting and praying for deliverance. Then, a friend’s last words struck deep—something cracked opened. It was as if scales had fallen from my eyes, hues brightened, and a lightness filled my heart—a skip in my steps. That night, as I knelt in the shadows, a vision struck. A spotlight pinned me in place. Above, a giant hand pointed down, a voice rumbled: “He whom the Son sets free will be free indeed” (John 8:36). I was stunned. Why future tense? I thought I was already free.

 

Yet gratitude overwhelmed me. “God, I thought I was doomed to hell for loving men—but I’m free!” Then came His reply: “If seeking Me brought only pain and no blessings, would you still follow?”Silence. 20 minutes stretched into eternity. I searched my heart with no answer. Finally, I whispered, I don’t know.

 

His words shattered my hesitation. “You would. You already did. You loved, served, gave—believing you were condemned to hell. That’s who you are.” Tears poured. I yielded my life, “God, take it all.” Two towels drenched in surrender. 

 

The next morning, I lifted one arm and greeted: “Good morning, God.” But His reply came like a blast on the road to Damascus: “Son, it’s time to marry.” I froze. No dating history, no spark with any women—yet now, I was supposed to marry? “Who?” I stammered. “The miracle is in the house,” He responded. The words mirrored the title from Tommy Barnett’s book I had just read.

 

That afternoon, at my Yamaha baby grand, I planned a bank run to help Caroline financially—she was struggling. Then, voices fluttered: “Give her the piano—it needs her, she needs it more.” A sharp command from heaven countered: “No! Your mother will lose it!” A final voice silenced them all: “Marry her—case closed.” It circled back to the morning’s call.

 

The following days, I wrestled. Why her? Then a voice: “Both of you have a special call—between her birthday and yours, the wedding’s set.” Caroline’s prophecy—to wed a “special servant”—matched mine from 2001 (SOT-SCA): a preacher God would use mightily. I asked her for signs from God—none, except  Psalms 103:1-5, 104-105. On my way to meet her, I decoded Psalms 103:6-22; these verses—me—I’m the missing link. I found out her birthday, between hers and mine—26 Nov. I believed with all my heart that it was going to happen. Some of my colleagues and churchmates heard about this. I could hear a few sneering from behind my ears.

 

THE WHITE HORSE VISION

In the thick of it, I saw a vision—a white horse. His name was Sable. I called out—he neighed in response. Then, a voice from heaven rumbled words, something incomprehensible that shook the marrow of my soul. Terrified, I shut my Bible and went straight to bed.

 

THE PROPHET FORETOLD

In August that same year, a prophet named Ulf Ekman visited my church. He foretold of a “maverick” who would unravel the future alongside the senior pastor and his wife, pointing directly to Jesus. I was there with a focused mind to seek confirmation on my marriage call. As the meeting came to a close, I reached out—only to be ignored. Humiliated, I turned to leave. But a whisper followed me: “The rejected stone will become the cornerstone.”

 

By year’s end, no wedding took place. Church leaders mocked me. My cell leader accused me of lying. “A gay man faking a marriage call? Laughable,” they thought. The weight of their scorn crushed me. A decade of agonizing silence and ridicule followed.

 

2013: THE SEALS BREAK AMIDST CHURCH CRISIS

Almost ten years later, in 2013, my church was engulfed in a legal storm. Investigations tore through its finances—no theft, yet six were jailed..

 

During the chaos, my senior pastor shared his wife’s dream: She battled a fierce demon. He elaborated without revealing its outcome. Something stirred in me. The Spirit nudged me toward Revelation. I saw it—my 2004 vision had foretold this moment. The pastor and his wife? The two witnesses (Revelation 11:3). The demon? The Beast (Revelation 13:1-2), a fusion of Daniel’s four beasts (Daniel 7:1-8). I wrote to my new pastor at Business Breakthrough Group, revealing that the dream ended in death.  Soon after, my social media posts were echoed in sermons. I realized church leaders had been tracking me online—watching, but never reaching out. They dug up my 2004 marriage with Caroline and aired her on TV. It was no accident—this was God’s setup.

 

One night, a voice whispered: “I am Jesus. I was Enoch.” Stunned, I typed it live—“O.M.G. Why me?”—letters posted as proof. At the piano, I pressed on: “If the Son’s not God, what about the Father?” A nudge: “Like father, like son.” Then, Job surfaced—raw truth sparked the Seals. I declared, “Job arise, Enoch come forth, Lucifer shut up!” With it, the 7 SEALS broke, one by one, before our screens. At the end, the true God rises—invisible, genderless Spirit; heart of a mother—She—that’s what we will call her in this book.

 

The 2013 crisis was God’s wake-up call—shaking the church, exposing beasts and the 7 SEALS. The Seals tore open under their gaze.. But the Elect, the church, refused to heed the call. Every prophecy was washed away, plagues were unleashed on earth since 2014. (Refer to SEAL 4.1 and Appendix E-H)

 

POST-SEALS: RIPPLES SPREAD

The Seals cracked doctrines wide open. Ulf Ekman the prophet turned Catholic (March 9, 2014: Charisma News). Gay marriage legalized in the U.S. (June 26, 2015). Pope Francis urged unity—all faiths reflecting God (2013-2015). My “demon” was no sin (SEAL 5); the marriage call was a test, and a testament to my faith. 

 

THE CULMINATION

Today, March 26, 2025, the Seals scream louder. SEAL 3 flings heaven open—salvation’s free, but not all will enter. SEAL 6 bars Trinity followers from the first resurrection (Rev 20:4-6)—friends I love, devout Christians, risk further refinement ‘til the next (Rev 20:11-15). The Elect must choose: obey or stall. Time bends with God’s wild wisdom shaping us all.

 

1 Enoch 18:16 warns—stars that strayed, missing their appointed hour. The Seven Seals unveil a forge beyond religion. 

 

This is my shout—to the Elect and beyond. The Seals roar. Truth stands. Suppression will fail. Revelation speaks of two resurrections—not one. Christ returns as He first came—veiled, unseen by the proud (Matt 7:21-23). The wheat rises, the tares cycle again (Matt 13:24-30). This isn’t about hell—it’s the wheel of life, the forge of destiny. Some will rise and break free. This book is their call.