When I was conceived, my mother heard a demonic voice whisper: “KILL HIM!” They considered abortion… but she felt in her heart she had to keep me.
When I was born, she held me and heard another voice: “Give this baby much love, for I love him dearly.” She told me that was the one moment she audibly heard God speak.
As a child, I often knelt before a statue of Christ. When I was seven or eight, an angel came, took me to heaven, and brought me before God and the council of heaven. They asked me a question about my destiny on earth. I answered, and the angel brought me back. For weeks I dreamed of the majesty of heaven.
As I grew older, pain and hypocrisy hardened me. I saw people act holy in church, then gossip like witches afterward. After a car accident that almost killed me, I developed a severe stutter. Life became unbearable. I turned from God to gain friends—and nearly gave myself to Satan. I was about to meet a group of satanists when I overdosed, ended up in the emergency room, and crashed to the bottom.
That night, I gave my life back to God. The prodigal son returned.
Later, I heard God speak clearly again. He showed me how pure and loving I had been as a child. I broke down, weeping, begging Him to make me real again—no more pretending, no more armor. Then the ceiling of my room disappeared, and I saw heaven: endless beauty and glory. Two massive hands reached down and lifted me up like a baby.
I came home. Not to religion, not to a church, but to the deep love of the Creator. He embraced me so tenderly that I wept uncontrollably. Everything changed.
When I returned to the Academy of Arts, a friend said, “Dave, you’ve changed—from a devil into an angel.”
Since then, I’ve had many divine encounters. Angels filled my room. Christ appeared to me. I saw visions exposing the dark powers that control this world. In one vision I walked through my city—all people lying dead. God showed me the true state of mankind: alive in body, dead in spirit. It crushed me.
One night I felt Christ’s love for humanity so deeply I cried until I thought I’d go insane. His love shattered me—and filled me with unstoppable passion to bring healing and freedom to the world.
God’s love burns with grief and joy. He feels every wound of mankind, yet rejoices in the hope of restoration. That joy keeps me alive.
These encounters drive me to write my book. When you truly meet the Almighty, you cannot remain the same. You are crushed—and reborn.
My heart burns to see the two billion Christians on earth set free from dark deceptions that silence them. We are called to heal, to restore, to bring heaven to earth—but most believers were told not to. “Just wait for the rapture,” they say.
Because of that lie, billions stepped back and allowed evil to take over. They were told to. By pastors, bishops, TV preachers.
But God weeps.
I was spared for this—to stand up and restore the true message of Christ. My book will confront ancient lies that cripple the Church. It will break chains and release believers into their true destiny.
The children of light are meant to be the most powerful people on earth. Instead, deception made them powerless.
Even in our little town in Colorado, there are many churches—yet evil runs free: pride parades, corruption, drugs, indoctrination, perversion. The churches sing, “When Jesus returns, He’ll make all things well.”
Really? The Bible never says that. That’s deception to keep us passive.
Christ commanded: heal the sick, cast out darkness, restore creation. But we hide and wait for escape.
No more. The light is rising.
I was born for this. My life was spared for this. To tell believers everywhere: Stop waiting to get out of here—and start kicking hell out of here.
It’s time for the sons and daughters of God to rise, reign, and restore creation.
When I was conceived, my mother heard a demonic voice whisper: “KILL HIM!” They considered abortion… but she felt in her heart she had to keep me.
When I was born, she held me and heard another voice: “Give this baby much love, for I love him dearly.” She told me that was the one moment she audibly heard God speak.
As a child, I often knelt before a statue of Christ. When I was seven or eight, an angel came, took me to heaven, and brought me before God and the council of heaven. They asked me a question about my destiny on earth. I answered, and the angel brought me back. For weeks I dreamed of the majesty of heaven.
As I grew older, pain and hypocrisy hardened me. I saw people act holy in church, then gossip like witches afterward. After a car accident that almost killed me, I developed a severe stutter. Life became unbearable. I turned from God to gain friends—and nearly gave myself to Satan. I was about to meet a group of satanists when I overdosed, ended up in the emergency room, and crashed to the bottom.
That night, I gave my life back to God. The prodigal son returned.
Later, I heard God speak clearly again. He showed me how pure and loving I had been as a child. I broke down, weeping, begging Him to make me real again—no more pretending, no more armor. Then the ceiling of my room disappeared, and I saw heaven: endless beauty and glory. Two massive hands reached down and lifted me up like a baby.
I came home. Not to religion, not to a church, but to the deep love of the Creator. He embraced me so tenderly that I wept uncontrollably. Everything changed.
When I returned to the Academy of Arts, a friend said, “Dave, you’ve changed—from a devil into an angel.”
Since then, I’ve had many divine encounters. Angels filled my room. Christ appeared to me. I saw visions exposing the dark powers that control this world. In one vision I walked through my city—all people lying dead. God showed me the true state of mankind: alive in body, dead in spirit. It crushed me.
One night I felt Christ’s love for humanity so deeply I cried until I thought I’d go insane. His love shattered me—and filled me with unstoppable passion to bring healing and freedom to the world.
God’s love burns with grief and joy. He feels every wound of mankind, yet rejoices in the hope of restoration. That joy keeps me alive.
These encounters drive me to write my book. When you truly meet the Almighty, you cannot remain the same. You are crushed—and reborn.
My heart burns to see the two billion Christians on earth set free from dark deceptions that silence them. We are called to heal, to restore, to bring heaven to earth—but most believers were told not to. “Just wait for the rapture,” they say.
Because of that lie, billions stepped back and allowed evil to take over. They were told to. By pastors, bishops, TV preachers.
But God weeps.
I was spared for this—to stand up and restore the true message of Christ. My book will confront ancient lies that cripple the Church. It will break chains and release believers into their true destiny.
The children of light are meant to be the most powerful people on earth. Instead, deception made them powerless.
Even in our little town in Colorado, there are many churches—yet evil runs free: pride parades, corruption, drugs, indoctrination, perversion. The churches sing, “When Jesus returns, He’ll make all things well.”
Really? The Bible never says that. That’s deception to keep us passive.
Christ commanded: heal the sick, cast out darkness, restore creation. But we hide and wait for escape.
No more. The light is rising.
I was born for this. My life was spared for this. To tell believers everywhere: Stop waiting to get out of here—and start kicking hell out of here.
It’s time for the sons and daughters of God to rise, reign, and restore creation.
BY Stop World Control
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