While driving to church on a Sunday morning, I told my wife and two kids, “I don’t feel right.” I immediately lost consciousness and fell over the steering wheel. When paramedics arrived, they immediately began trying to resuscitate me. The results were blood pressure – zero, pulse – zero, respiration – zero. I was dead at 9:23 in the morning. My medical report shows the ambulance arrived at the hospital at 9:58 am. There had been no vital signs in my body for twenty-five minutes. I was clinically dead.
Over two hundred family and church friends gathered at the hospital. They began praying and refusing to accept the doctors report that I had 1% chance of surviving through the night, and if I did survive the medical prognosis was that I would have brain damage. When I did wake up, I had no brain damage or heart damage, and I told my family that I had talked to certain relatives. My family informed me that each person I said I had talked with was dead. I answered, “No, they are not dead. They are alive.”
I looked at the clock at 1:30 am. I thought, “What is all that noise?” Suddenly eight guys, armed with knives, dressed in black, hair slicked back, and laughing, rushed into my room. The leader said, “We’ve come here to stab you and beat you to death.” My first thought was, “Where is hospital security?” The leader then turned to the others and said, “Let’s go.” A soon as they walked out I could feel them began stabbing me in the side. They were not in the room, but I was dying. Even though they were gone, I could feel them ripping up and down in my sides. It was as though they were right there on each side of me.
I hit the call button for the nurse to come. When they arrived, I told them I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to breathe because each time I tried to breathe I felt the ripping and tearing in my sides. I later found out I had pleurisy. From that experience, I believe that pleurisy is a demonic attack on the physical body.
Also that day, when I was brought back into my room after some treatment, my wife and mother were sitting there. Standing between them was a man wearing a white suit. I asked them who was there with them. They answered, “We don’t have anyone with us.” I said, “Yes you do. He’s standing right there with you.” I believe it was a Guardian Angel that had already come back into the room after the surgical procedure I had undergone.