Light and the feeling of power, love, and hope surrounded this man. And he had an aroma of peace and kindness that filled the air with essences like myrrh, frankincense, and aloes. Right in front of me was the naked man who was weeping. It seemed he was being judged for some grievous sins.

As I watched the naked and weeping, he never looked up. I was sitting on a bench made of pure stone of transparent gold, and the two books sat on both sides of me. The Lord of Darkness, a shadowy figure, grabbed the first book and opened it.

Like a prosecuting attorney, the shadowy being read the naked and weeping man’s sins from when he was born until he was a young adult. The Shadow lawyer never even stops his accusation before the Great Judge. And the Dark Lord of the court reached over and picked up the other book.

When he opened the second book, a sea of blood came out. Suddenly, the blood came from the book. I was transported from the seat where I sat, and I found myself being the one that was being judged. The Dark Lord came against me while ignoring the blood covering me. His variety of accusations came at me like a pit-bull charging at a mail carrier.

The devilish prosecuting attorney threw the book behind him, laughing; he yelled, “He’s mine, he’s mine, he belongs to me, He’s mine.” After stating that his graveness victory was final. We waited for the Great Judge’s verdict.

Meanwhile, I felt guilty about my sinful iniquities and began sobbing as I knelt in a curled ball. I looked over at the other man dressed in the Levitical high priest clothing. The man never spoke to defend the guilty that the Dark Lord said against me. My guilty was undoubtedly genuine and proven. The Priest just smiled at me and moved toward the Great Judge’s chair while positioning himself between the Great Judge and me. He spoke. The room was quiet with respectful silence.

The High Priest turned the chair slightly and showed the Great Judge a hole about the size of a railroad spike in his left wrist. And he said with authority, “Father, look.” He shows the Judge the other hole saying, “Father, look.” Each time the High Priest showed a different wound. One in his side, his feet, and finally, his head. He would say, “Father, look.”

Each time he showed the Judge one of the predominant scars or wounds on his body, he would repeat the phrase, “Father, Look.” After all this, the High Priest turned the chair around, pointing at the guilty man. Covered in blood, I cried for mercy. He said, “Father, look!” The Great Judge’s chair turned as God’s light filled the room. He was ready to pronounce the verdict on the accused.

As these words echoed in eternity, the Great Judge roared this phrase three times, “I saw you as a babe bathed in your blood, and I commanded you to live.” Upon the third time, the voice’s proclamation. I was thrust into another part of a temple-like room.

These curtain-like walls held in the glowing lights from a seven-branched lamp. There was an altar of incense in front of me. And a table with fine bread and wine to my right. Behind me were an enormous Brazen Altar that wasn’t burning and a large wash bowel. Each object was of fine gold, and suddenly, from behind the curtain, the High Priest came out from behind the altar of incense.

The warrior of our salvation walked through the curtain towards me. In fear, I fell to my face while the High Priest changed out of his garments. I trembled as I felt a gentle touch on my face. It was the master lifting me to my feet. The soft words of the master spoke for me not to be afraid. In one moment, the High Priest said, “Do you know why you are delivered?” I said, “I don’t know.” The Lord replied, “It was because of my blood.” Unexpectedly, I was still looking around at all the beauty.

The High Priest lifted the lid of the altar of incense, and a scroll rose from the coals amid the popping kernel of glowing embers rose. The scroll opened up with foreign words, unreadable to the ordinary person of English. I tried to read the encouraging words several times as they burned into my soul. Only by looking at my master would the soul of my eyes receive comfort.

Several times looked back and forth between the scroll and the Lord. When I examined it the seventh time for the scroll, did it vanish? when the High Priest spoke to me, saying, “Michael, who is like God?” I said, “You are the only one like God, my Lord.” Then the High Priest said, “Michael, my word is in you. So, tell my people that they have forgotten me and have forgotten my covenant.”

These words I heard would cause him to begin his journey to do my master’s commission.” As I talked with the Lord Jesus Christ for three days, I was unconscious in the Mary-view Hospital Intensives Care Unit in Portsmouth, Virginia.

During that time, the Lord answered all questions about my life and the lineages of my mother, Carol April Cluff, and my father, Bruce David Johnson. He let me know that I was still in a spiritual wilderness, and I was in this wilderness for 40 years. Since the time I rebelled from my calling on June 5, 1981. Jesus told me he would teach me using 28 students in my travels across America. I was to bring them to salvation, baptize them, and disciple them.

I would learn from each failure. I was told that each student must stay with me for three years; if they left, it was my fault. The Holy Spirit would reevaluate my method and failure of teaching, and I would get a new student. At the end of the 40 years that will end on June 5, 2021, I needed to seek the Lord’s will for me.

I awoke from the vision in the hospital and recovered for six months at my adopted mom’s home. When I left Portsmouth, Virginia, and moved back to Jacksonville, North Carolina. I rededicated myself to the faith for the second time, and I was baptized in both water and the Holy Spirit on April 15, 1991, at Living Water Fellowship. 

Marine Gunnery Sergeant named Michael Rosewood disciplined me using four books of the Bible. The Gospel of John, the book of Leviticus chapters 1-7, the Epistle of Hebrews, and the Epistle of James, and the study was called: “THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB SERIES.” I am Michael Tsaphah and this is my testimony.