Since my testimony spans over the majority of my life, I’m reading what I’ve written so that I don’t accidentally leave anything out. I’m usually fun and animated when telling stories, so forgive me for having to read everything so blandly without salt, which is the reason why I wrote the Who Are You screenplay back in 2021. 

Since then I wrote content for a docu-series titled What if Hell is Real and a reality mini-series titled Smoky Mountain Men’s Retreat... Rocky Versus Smithy. My testimony of Jesus includes 5, 3D visions of Jesus, each happening randomly over a 24 year period. My testimony also includes demonic attacks, sleep paralysis, spiritual baptism with the Holy Spirit, and what Jesus showed me after I had a miscarriage in 2022. 

Since I’m on disability for Rheumatoid Arthritis and Labyrinthitis, which Labyrinthitis doesn’t allow me any caffeine, and since I’m taking Melatonin Supplements every day to keep Peri Menopause at bay from my 48-year-old rag tag body, then forgive me if I show signs of tiredness while reading my testimony. 

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 At age 3... I was sexually seduced by a green demon, which I’ll refer back to somewhere in the middle of my testimony. Although my mom had a King James bible, my family never went to church. The only holy reflections we had was a nativity scene during Christmas, Charlton Hestons The 10 Commandments playing on TV every Easter, my mom saying Our Lords Prayer and Psalm 23:4 from time to time, and my moms unconditional and forgiving nature, which was the glue that held her and my dad together in marriage for 45 years until she died from ill health from alcoholism. 

 At age 6, I went to church with my friend Shelly. I believed in God after going to church that one time. I told my friend Amber about God, and she told me there was no such thing as God, which caused me to be conflicted about God, so I ended up forgetting about God. 

At age 8, I saw the Parker Brothers Quija Board advertised on TV, so I asked my parents to buy me one, and they bought me one. 

My friend Michelle and I would use the Quija board. The first time we used it… our fingers would lay heavy on the glider, so nothing happened. Then we barely touched the glider, which made the glider move on it’s own. 

I took the Quija board to school to show everybody during recess. Michelle and I asked the board, “Who are we talking to?” and the board said, “I am the devil.” I never used the Quija board ever again after that, but I did nail it to my wall as decoration when I was 13 years old. 

At age 13, I was date raped at a party by a 20-year-old. The next night I had a dream of going down a DRY sink drain. At the bottom of the drain, I saw people who were in agony. I was back in my bed when a black-shadow man-creature stood over me. I thought I was awake but quickly realized I was still asleep. When I tried to move and scream, I couldn’t do either. It was sleep paralysis. 

I finally woke up and thankfully my dad was still awake, so I told him about my dream and asked him if my dream could have been about hell. He said, “There’s no such thing as hell.” 

At age 14, my friend Nora Bell asked me what the pyramid and eye symbol on the back of the dollar bill meant and what the words Novo Seclorum Ordo meant. I didn’t know what those things meant. Then she asked me, “What if hell is real?” I didn’t know the answer to that one either, because my dad said there was no such thing as hell even though my paralysis dream told me otherwise. And the Quija board incident became a forgotten memory, which I didn’t remember until recently in March of 2023. 

At age 20... A guy named Danny, who came from Scotland to travel the states by Greyhound, he stayed with me at my parent’s house in Oregon for one month until he traveled to Berkely to see his best friend, Jane. 

I went to Aberdeen and Dundee Scotland to spend time with Danny after he flew back to the U.K.. Danny and I broke up one month after my stay in the U.K., so his much older brother Steven drove me back to his apartment in Liechester England until my flight back to the U.S. was ready to go. 

On the way to Liechester, we did some sightseeing. I wanted to see Stonehenge, so after seeing that site, we stayed in a bed and breakfast in AmesBury W i l t S h i r e. I woke up in the middle of the night because my heart buzzed 3 times like a cell phone. It’s funny because there were no cell phones back in 1995, but that’s exactly what my heart felt like, a vibrating cell phone. I open my eyes, in the pitch dark of the room, to see a 3D rainbow coming out of my heart. Hmm, what could this mean? I had no idea what that meant, but I will tell you what the buzzing and the rainbow meant later on, so stick around. 

One year later I smoked pot with my friend Ivan, which caused me to become mute and placid for an entire week, which worried my parents because I wasn’t speaking. 

At the end of the week I decide to walk barefoot for a 2 mile trip, ending back at my house. My dad followed me out the door. He walked behind me as I remained in my entranced state of being. We were a half mile away from our house when my dad stopped me. I stood there as he took off his shoes, kneeled down and lifted each of my feet to get his big shoes onto my small feet. 

We make it back home and dad had me sit down in the living room. He made a warm, soapy foot-soak in a hand-held rectangular tub, which he placed under my feet. During this time period, my dad would talk about Jesus being a neat guy, but he never gave any details on who He was or what He did. 

So anyways, as my feet soaked, my dad said, “There’s this guy named Paul in the bible.” The only thing I knew about the bible was a guy named Jesus. After dad said those few, yet powerful words, I said this in my mind, “Jesus, Who Are You?” Dad dries my feet, puts my shoes on and then drives me to St. Vincent hospital, to the psychiatric ward. 

I ended up in psychiatric wards 3 more times until 1999. During these 3 years I asked Jesus to bless me with a husband. I also made an oath to Jesus that I would never smoke pot again. 

Ironically, that same day, that I made that oath to never smoke pot again, I ended up going to a party where I smoked pot one last time, which knocked me out of commission, giving me a bizarre dream about Christopher Walkin, which in later years caused me to write a music video for Marylin Manson to sing the Fat Boy Slim song Weapon of Choice with Christian ad-libbed lyrics. Christopher Walkin stars in that Fat Boy Slim video, which was similar to the dream I had before that music video was ever thought of. 

At this point I need to pause and explain how the Who Are You screenplay works as a time sensitive accumulation. After learning about Aaron and Nick Carters court fight in 2019, I made a silly book about Aaron Carter with Marylin Manson, Kanye West, Justin Bieber and Alice Cooper. This was before Marylin Manson got together with Kanye and Justin. So as far as the screenplay goes, which cameos Marilyn, Cooper, Kanye and Bieber, Jesus had me fill in gaps in the screenplay with His gospel messages for His purpose in ways that all types of secular people would actually appreciate, enjoy and be entertained by with important biblical messages. 

Okay so back to the party and being out of commission from smoking pot for the very last time… I never smoked Mary Hew Wanna’s again after that, glory to God, right? Amen. 

If you think one week of not speaking was weird, as I talked about earlier, which was the reason why my dad took me to the psychiatric ward, then imagine not speaking for 4 years. I didn’t utter a word to anyone or to myself for 4 years from 2001 to 2005. I might have broken a world record with that involuntary vow of silence. This was a time of Jesus helping me to begin my repentance's, which could not have been done with distractions. Jesus needed my full focus. While in my vow of silence, if I needed something special from the store, I would write it on paper for my parents. 

During my 4 years of silence, I asked Jesus this question, “Why am I sexually depraved?” 3 months later Jesus removed my memory block and it was the green demon from when I was 3 years old that I spoke about at the start of this video. Okay, mystery solved. 

During this 4-year involuntary vow of silence, I watched toddler TV cartoons and grade school cartoons as a lulling to regain my childhood innocence, since the green demon messed with me hard core at such a young age. I quit watching horror flicks, porn and anything sexual on TV or movies. I wanted to regain my innocence. 

I had a picture of Nick Carter, from the Backstreet Boys, on my wall that I would constantly stare at, because he looked similar to Danny from Scotland. But Nick also looked like Zach, a guy I went to high school with. At this point I wanted to find Zach. So, I looked in the phone book and found that his brother lived in the same town I lived in. 

Long story short, I finally snapped out of my silence and stayed with Zach for 6 months in the Portland area. I almost left him in the first 2 weeks because I found pornography hiding in his apartment. Before agreeing to stay with him, I told him that I couldn’t tolerate alcohol, porn or any criminalities. So on our first date, when he tried to kiss me, I pulled away and said, “No way sailor.” My 4 years of silence was not in vain. I meant business. I wanted to take things slow and find marriage. 

I confronted Zach about the porn, which caused him to slide down to the floor where he sat hitting the back of his head against the bedroom door. He started crying, so I gave into his upsets and stayed with him for 6 months. I felt sorry for him. 

During that time, I found more porn that was hidden in his apartment, which caused me to relapse with my own sexually, deviant weaknesses. 

Zach eventually broke up with me after a misunderstanding with his sister n law, so I went back home to live with my parents. 

My friend Carol called me on the phone. I hadn’t heard from her in years. I told her about my breakup with Zach and she told me, “Kristy, Jesus is in your heart.” I said, “I believe you.” 

I wasn’t done with Zach, so I put together a small gift bag to take to his brothers house on Halloween, as a mending the fences approach. I disguised myself, took the gift bag to His brothers Halloween house party, knocked on the door and gave the bag to the kids who answered the door. They took the gift bag. 

The next day Zachs mom and sister in law came to my house with the gift bag. They stood out side my front door and said with concerned looks on their face, “Do you wanna talk about this bag?” I was baffled and said nothing. They said, “We’re taking this to the police.” I said, “Be my guest.” and shut the door in their face. 

The cops call me on the phone and tell me that the gift bag was very sweet, but that Zach’s family wanted nothing to do with me and that I had a restraining order to stay away from their house. I balled my eyes out for a while in my bedroom, then walked into the living room to see something amazing. 

Since I was upset, my head was hanging low. I stood in the living room, looking down at the floor, when a 3D vision of a wooden gate opened from my heart. The gate on my heart opened from the vantage point of ceiling to floor, at a 45 degree angle for me to see what was on the door of my heart. And guess who was on the door of my heart… Jesus. 

He was holding a baby lamb, which was a representation of me. He was wearing a gold crown that had the three primary color gemstones going from right to left on the crown with ruby red, yellow topaz and blue saphyre. 

I need to pause for a second to explain some things. The last days known in the bible began when Jesus said I leave the Holy Spirit with you. God pours His spirit out on all people from that time forward so that we can dream dreams, have visions and prophecy. So, when my heart buzzed 3 times at the bed and breakfast near Stonehenge, it was the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, knocking on or rather buzzing the door of my heart, like the old 1950’s doorbells that buzzed. My heart buzzing three times represents the three parts of the God head. 

The rainbow in my heart, is the color light spectrum, which the Godhead is the epitome of light. Just so everyone knows, all people have the Holy Spirit within them, yet many do not accept this or they deny it, which is why we have free will to make that choice. God is an all knowing God. He knew from the beginning who would and who would not accept Him. God draws those who choose Him. Even in the case for plucking people out of hell, those peoples names are in the book of life from the beginning. God can do whatever He pleases. 

So the Godhead buzzes the doorbell to my heart as knock and the door shall be opened. Then years later, after I asked Jesus, who are you, the good shepherd opens the gate to my heart from the inside out, which is ironic because my senior yearbook was called From the Inside Out with a Golden Lion. 

That same day, after I see Jesus on the gate of my heart, I go outside to my backyard, I sit down and close my eyes. A picture appeared in my mind of a vertically, rectangle, stone birdbath with a seed in the concave of the dry well. This seed was the seed of truth resting upon my stony, shallow heart. 

The only way for that seed to grow would be the sword of truth being stabbed into my heart by the king and author of my life. Makes me think of King Arthur’s sword in the stone, but this was King AUTHOR, the author of life. In the manner that Jesus would eventually stab me in the heart might come as a surprise to you, which leads us to the next chapter. 

I decided to get a job, so I worked for 2 years at the middle school as a substitute kitchen helper. I worked in the kitchen with students, which most of them were obnoxious, except for one kitchen helper, who caught my attention when he said, “That’s why God made nails,” after I told him he could use a scrubby rather than his nails to scrape dishes. 

This kid was 6 foot 5 inches tall. He towered over the tallest teachers in the school and he was only 12 years old. He was like a Barron Trump. He looked like a college student, but without the beard. And he wasn’t obnoxious like all the other kids, he was intelligent and respectful. 

Anyways to make a long story short, I had an intellectual crush on this kid. I had never been married or had kids of my own and I always lived with my parents, so I was like a big kid. I ended up screaming out to God to bring the cops in on this, if need be, just to ease the butterflies in my stomach that I would get every time this kid walked into the kitchen. 

After screaming out to God that night, the next day I wrote a letter to my boss that said, “I can’t hold Lark’s hand until he’s 26 years old.” The cops came to my house and told me that my boss could not be held liable if anything were to happen and that was why I was let go from work and no longer allowed on school properties. God did not put it in my heart to quit my job, because he was still in the process of showing me who He is, which required me to go through the trial of how I would handle the Lark situation. 

By the way, Lark isn’t his real name. I’m protecting his name because he was a kid when this happened. 

After the cops came to my house that day, I went into my bedroom and layed on my bed. As I layed there I saw a 3D vision of Jesus at the foot of my bed. He was on the cross. He fell down from the cross and landed on top of me with his head turned to the left and a thorn from his crown piercing into my heart, when his head hit my chest. 

So in the screenplay, Jesus had me explain what the thorn in the heart meant by means of a music video. Which by the way, the screenplay has 50 minutes of music, some of which are ad-libbed with Christian lyrics that were ad-libbed by me. 

I began having dreams of being able to breathe underwater. In these dreams I was always alone, except for the last water dream I had, with my friend David. He and I were able to breathe underwater. We just stared at each other. 

The screenplay is a bit different from my actual dream because it gives much more on messages from Jesus and fills in gaps. 

David, who’d been living in San Diego, was diagnosed with AIDS due to his homosexual lifestyle or due to his shooting heroin. His mom told him to come back home to Oregon, so he came back and had profound episodes of Jesus, which was why I had that prophetic and spiritual baptismal dream of both of us breathing in the living waters. 

So, I need to pause again and say that in the screenplay Jesus had me add a hell scene of peoples arms reaching out from inside a fiery lava crack in the ocean floor and an ad-libbed rock song to bring more of Gods message to the masses. Some of the things in this testimony are not included in the screenplay. The screenplay is more about what Jesus does and His message than it is about my life. 

My 8-year-old niece Alex and I were playing on the floor at my parents house when I felt a stinging on my back that came out of nowhere. I had my niece look at my back and she said there was an oval shaped scratch on my back. It was a fresh scratch. It was definitely a demonic entity that scratched my back. 

My mom ended up dying in our house, which I found her on the floor. Since we all watched Ghost Hunters, my dad started doing evp’s. The activity in my house, that I experienced, would be an opened DVD case, that would be resting on it’s binding, and it would begin to teeter totter on it’s own. My dad said it was my dead uncle Richard doing this and at the time I believed it. 

I now know that the evp’s and activities were familiar spirits known as demons. So my dad is a new age type of Christian. He thinks that Jesus has reincarnated more than any other human. And when Paul says that a woman shall not correct a man, I say that we are all children of either God or the Devil, so as a female and as a child of God myself, I treat all other people like children, like peers. I am the only one who can correct my dads memory on the bible. 

My dad also says that Jesus did not die for our sins, so I made a questionaire for him to help correct him on many of his incorrectness. The Holy Spirit works through me. 

A year or two after my mom died I had dream of Satan. I was sitting with a woman at a table. She asked me how I was able to time travel. I told her, I can’t give you that information. Then she burst into Satan, which was a gigantic, charcoal matte finished body. Frightened to death, I high tailed it as fast as I could up a staircase. I was now in a balcony. Behind me, was a guardian angel. 

As I and everyone else in this room looked upon Satan, as he stood on the lower floor in a clearing, there was a teenage girl in a death metal T-shirt standing next to him. As Satan pointed to the girl, he said, “Look at this filthy yak.” 

I researched dream analysis and found that many people have had a dream of a woman who turns into Satan. Makes me think of Baphomet, Confusion and Deception. Makes me think of how Satan lost his nurturing abilities when he was kicked out of heaven and how jealous he must be of women and their loving and nurturing attributes. 

So moving on, I began sun gazing directly into the sun either during sunrises or sunsets. People say that looking into the sun will blind you, but it’s the same as a temporary shrinking of the pupil like when chrome on a car flashes the sun in your eyes, except that when you look into the sun you see color inversions after repeatedly squeezing the eyes open and shut. 

So anyways, one morning I was sun gazing in my backyard. Then I walked into the front yard and I looked up into the sky. I see Jesus within a circle of ultra violet inversion. Jesus’ head and shoulders, was in a circle of green, opposite the color violet, which the sun has ultra violet rays. 

This was Jesus telling me that He ascended into the sky and that He is the true and endless light of the world, kind of the way you’d explain it to a child by drawing a sun in the sky and drawing Jesus as the sun too. 

I finally decided to figure out what all of my visions meant, so I researched online Bibles and found chronological answers. That was when I wrote my testimony, which was not yet fulfilled, because Jesus had more to say about who he is and he wasn’t done with me either. 

Back to more about my friend David. David had been in Oregon for 3 years before I saw his sister one day and she told me that David was living and working in Vancouver Washington for a Christian recovery campus for men who hit rock bottom. 

I emailed my testimony to David and he came to my house to tell me his testimony, which you can read about in the screenplay. When David was at my house I told him how I lived with Zach and how I also lived with another man, Patrick, and how I was hopeful they would marry me. 

David told me that my heart was in the right place for marriage, but that fornication and sex out of marriage was a sin. So for 1 month, I meditated on Romans 12:2, by laying in my bed, emptying my mind, listening to a you tuber speak about Romans 12:2 and then letting Jesus do all the work in my heart and mind concerning my sexual sins. 

Later on that year, after my sexual sins were finally put to rest by Jesus, I asked Jesus to come inside me. 

One week later I had a dream that I was a bird flying down the Columbia River. I hovered above the water and turned back into my human body. As I stood solid on the still water, I looked into the depths of the water to see black rocks and gold rocks. 

I didn’t know what any of this meant, so Jesus explained, in great detail, as to what these things meant while I was writing the screenplay. The black rocks were representations of my sins, which I was now clean and free of, born again. The gold rocks represented a man in a sinking boat who drowns with his bags of money into the pits of hell, rather than coming up for the best treasure chest of all, which is the sweet and glorious breath of breathing as in the heir of Gods kingdom, spelled h e i r 

After I wrote the screenplay, the Troy Black prophecy, which you can find in the link, that prophecy explains more on this dream and more on the Who Are You screenplay. Jesus spoke through Troy so that everyone will know that the Who Are You screenplay is a beautiful film. 

I asked Jesus for a husband back in the late 90’s, so now that I was walking on water and born again and free from sexual sins, Jesus was now ready to present my husband to me, which Jamie and I found each other on Christian Mingle free dating. 

One night, as I was watching TV, I see my last and final 3D vision of Jesus. Jesus was reaching his right hand out to me. He was smiling. He was letting me know that I am on his right side. He was telling me that after he ascended, he went to heaven to sit at the right hand of God and to separate the goat from the sheep. 

My husband and I became pregnant in 2022 and I ended up having a miscarriage at the time of fetal cell implantation. 3 months later, I was laying in bed, not sleeping, just resting and a vision of a baby boy being carried by a woman pops in my mind. The baby was looking at me as they walked passed me. The woman did not look at me. She kept walking. 

Another 2 months go by and I see Jesus in my mind with a small boy. They were on a grassy knoll. Jesus was kneeling next to my boy LINK. They were both wearing shepherds clothing. They were both holding a shepherds staff. They both looked at me from afar. Link covered his head with his hood. Then Jesus covered his head with his hood.

Anyone who thinks life does not begin at conception, you are sadly mistaken. Thankfully all babies go to heaven, but not all parents do, which is the sad part. 

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Parable of the Seed Prayer 

Jesus, Father, Holy Spirit, come into me and make me whole. Fill me with your divinity so I can do Your will and rest in Your supplications. I surrender to you Christ; I cannot function without my rest in You. Show me the way, the truth and the life. I am nothing without Your wisdom, Your knowledge, Your love, Your companionship, and Your stability. 

Jesus, I lay my burdens on You as You help me to repent of my sins. I walk, run and stumble through my sanctification, with You as my Captain and I as Your helm. I meditate on Romans 12:2. 

Because my sins cause Root-Rot, dig out and discard those major roots, give me a new, healthy garden bed, where You break my stony heart and plant Your seed of truth. Upkeep me with Your pruning and help me to forgive those who sin against me. 

Because of what You did on the cross, I cannot earn Your Love or Approval. I thank You and Love You for everything You do. I put all of my trust into You. Like a small child, I love and trust You more than I love and trust myself and others. I need You more than anything or anybody. 

Every day I say, Jesus, help me to empty my ego cup. Fill me with your with Your patience, Your love, Your wisdom, Your forgiveness and Your laughter. Come into me and show me what to do. I wait patiently on Your perfect timing, for Your perfect answers.