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In 1966 on the 23rd of August, 9:30 pm, in Pennsylvania while visiting my relatives, I was allowed to see the Lake of Fire,(it truly does exist). Needless to say, it scared the bejeebers out of me.

About a week before that, I was jumped by a couple of guys. My aunt called my parents to let them know and they told her not to let me go outside for the last week or two that I was still there. I was sixteen at the time.

I knew that if I played their game, after a few days I would be allowed to go outside. Sure enough, on Tuesday, August 23, 1966, my aunt let me go outside on the condition that I show up for the bible study that night. I agreed. Not willingly, but I agreed.

A friend of my aunt's was giving the lesson, Mrs. Lucille Orr It was on the "Tabernacle", during the time of the exodus,(in the wilderness).

When Lucille Orr, my aunt's friend, came to part where the High Priest sacrificed the lamb for the atoning of sins, she described the procedure of the sprinkling of the blood. She drew a picture of the path the High Priest followed with a piece of red chalk laid on it's side. The path was in the form of a cross. Well, when I saw this, it hit me as though I was riding my mini-bike at full throttle into a ten-foot thick brick wall, (my mini-bike had been clocked at 55+ mph).

Then she said that when Christ was crucified and the vail was rent in two, it was symbolic of the tabernacle being placed in heaven, Christ on the cross between heaven and earth, his blood dripping onto the earth. Then she said, "Who says we don't have a red carpet to heaven?"

At the close of the bible study, during the closing prayer, my aunt came around from the living room, through the kitchen, into the dining room where I was sitting. She asked me, "Why don't you give God a chance?" Instantly I was on my hands and knees in, what I used to describe as a barrel, ( it was very dark in there), scratching at the bottom until it became transparent. (I now know that it was a tunnel).

I could see a man in a suit facing me and laughing and urging me closer. I could see the flames, hear the screams, smell the sulpher and the burning flesh. As I said earlier, I was very scared. Then, I said, "oh, god, help me!" Instantly I was in my saviors arms facing up. I've been there ever since. This all took place in Beaver, Pennsylvania, August 23,1966, at 9:30pm.

I now know that I am a brand snatched out of the fire. In all my years, my father, the Living Spirit, has never let me down. I never asked for anything and I never went hungry, nor was I ever in need of anything. All I ever asked, was to be a living witness and testimony to the truth, and that through me his name is glorified and will be glorified by blessing me in such a manner that anyone who sees or hears me cannot deny that our father, the Living Spirit, exists without it being an out and out LIE! Am I living proof that he exists or what? There is much more that I can tell you but I shall leave that for a later time.

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