I was dead at 9:23 in the morning. My medical report shows the ambulance arrived at the hospital at 9:58am. There had been no vital signs in my body for twenty-five minutes. I was clinically dead.
"In the most calm voice Melinda said, “Jesus.” She wasn't even looking at us but out toward the station."
I remember getting up out of the chair and walking around the living room just saying; “Wow! Something just happened.”
Twelve years ago, I was given five years to live. They said; “Tim, you have an incurable cancer and we will see you on Monday.” That was the most sobering time of my life.
I got a hold of some LSD. That was a real turning point in my life. That was like so different for me that it seemed to open up this whole dimension of the spirit realm that I have never really been aware of before. Of course...
I understood the power on the demonic side because I had been choked by demons, hit by them, slapped by them.
I Got out of my truck and walked towards the shack. As I stepped up to the door it opened about an inch, and a double barrel shotgun stuck out of the door. At about that time I wondered if God knew what he was doing.
When I arrived home I asked my brother, “Hey let’s get together. Let’s go out and drink. Dad’s dying. We need to go party.”
Without ever hearing him say a word he spoke to me. He said, “I am the fifth fallen angel. You’ve served me well, and you will serve me again.”
So I started playing the guitar, which came out of nowhere. I didn’t even know how to play the guitar at the time. I would spend every Friday and Saturday in my room at night just learning how to play and learning to sing wor...