This is the story of the Seven Seals—a journey sparked by divine fire, church upheaval, and revelations that demand courage to face the truth. From a 2004 vision to 2014’s edge, these seals tear through deception, calling for peace on a world’s brink.   

 

THE VISION IGNITES

Early 2004, I was sunk in despair, wrestling a “gay demon.” Fasting, crying, pouring songs—I begged deliverance. A friend’s last words pierced me—scales fell, hues blazed, steps lifted. That night, kneeling in shadow, a vision hit: a spotlight pinned me, a giant hand pointed, a voice thundered, “He whom the Son sets free will be free indeed” (John 8:36). Stunned—why future tense? I thought I was free.

 

Gratitude surged. “God, I thought loving men damned me—but I’m free!” He pressed, “If seeking Me brought only pain, would you still follow?” Silence dragged—20, maybe 30 minutes. Torn, I confessed, “I don’t know.”

 

“You would,” He said. “You loved, served, gave—thinking you were hell-bound. That’s you.” Tears soaked two towels as I let go. Next morning, arm up, “Good morning, God”—His jolt hit: “Son, it’s time to marry.” No woman, no romance—“The miracle’s in the house,” He echoed from a book I’d read.

 

At my Yamaha baby grand, I weighed helping Caroline—she was struggling. Voices tangled: one urged, “Give her the piano—she needs it”; another chimed, “It needs her”; a scream countered, “No! Your mother will lose it!”; a final voice ruled, “Marry her—case closed.” Days later, it pressed, “You both have a special call—wedding’s between her birthday and yours.” Her prophecy—a “special servant”—matched mine from 2001 (SOTSCA): a preacher God would wield mightily. I sought signs; she got Psalms 103:1-5, 104-105. On the subway to her, I cracked Psalms 103:6-22—I was the link. Then, a vision: a white horse, Sable, responded to my summons. Heaven thundered cryptic echoes. Terrified, I closed my Bible.

 

THE PROPHET

August 2004, prophet Ulf Ekman hit my church, preaching a “maverick” unraveling the future with the pastor and his wife, pointing to Jesus. I tapped him to confirm my marriage call—he brushed me off. Crushed, I left, hearing, “The rejected stone becomes the cornerstone.” Leaders sneered, “A gay man faking it? Laughable,” breaking me for a decade. 

 

2013: CHURCH CRISIS SHAKES—SEALS BREAK

Church crashed—legal chaos from 2012 to 2015, no theft but six jailed. In 2013, the senior pastor shared his wife’s dream: a demon fight, outcome veiled. I saw Daniel in Revelation—the Beast (Rev 13:1-2, Dan 7:1-8), his wife one of two witnesses (Rev 11:3)—and wrote my Business Breakthrough pastor, tying it to my 2004 vision. Word leaked; my senior pastor dug into my past, tracked my posts, aired my Caroline call on TV—God’s setup. A voice hit, “I am Jesus. I was Enoch.” I typed live—“O.M.G. Why me?”—proof posted. At the piano, “Job arise, Enoch come forth, Lucifer shut up!”—the Seals broke. God rose—genderless, mother-hearted—She, we’ll call Her. Ulf went Catholic (March 9, 2014: Charisma News).  U.S.  legalized gay marriage (June 26, 2015). Pope Francis urged unity—all faiths reflecting God (2013-2015). My “demon” wasn't sin (Ch. 5); the marriage call was a test from God.  

 

TODAY, MARCH 26, 2025

The Seals roar louder. Heaven’s wide (Ch. 3), Trinity’s a lie (Ch. 6), two resurrections split wheat from tares (Rev 20:4-6). No longer on church’s roll, ignited by new fire—time’s short. The Kingdom rolls—with or without you.