I Went Down, Down, Down and Then I Asked For Help

This is a newsletter about Manifesting, but it is really about asking in any form. When we repetitively think of things, our thoughts begin to actually begin to build what we think, those ‘good’ or ‘bad’ thoughts. When we ask or pray, there are often results as well. It’s my feeling that there are always results, but we may be unable or unaware enough to see them. In this story from T., he was clearly shown that his prayers were heard. We are not alone in our lives, prayers are heard, and through manifesting, we are fully empowered to create unlimited things. Thank you, T., for your deeply personal story. Ken T. writes: At this time I am 25 years old, working in Ethiopia for an American extreme sports company, doing music for a skateboard competition there. A native Ethiopian connected to Tony Hawk and other skateboarders had persuaded them to come to his country to bring love and other positive influences via skateboarding. I felt really comfortable in Africa because I had been there before as a missionary with the Masi tribes, we had a great affection for each other. I had some time off from music production so I hiked up to the top of a nearby mountain. On the way down I developed heatstroke. I didn’t have any water but I finally got to the bottom and stumbled into a restaurant to get a meal and a drink. There was something very wrong with what I ate or drank and I instantly began to feel very sick. Fortunately, my working assignment was over and I headed back to Naples, Florida. Once there, I moved into a house that was recently set up as a home for addiction and outreach. It also had a second purpose, to help sport competitors stay clean and pass their drug tests. I did need any addiction help, but but my friends there offered me a temporary place to stay inexpensively. It is a remarkable organization that is now in 12 countries including North Korea and China. Two months later, I’m still not doing well. Things are getting worse and I now I have a brain fog and a lot of vomiting. I’m getting weaker, particularly in my legs. Four months on, I’m out trying to get jobs but I have so much fatigue I can’t do normal work. Finally, I became an Uber driver. I can’t stand and my legs are continuing to get worse. They are numb while I’m driving and I have to use my hands to make my legs move to drive the car. Can you imagine? Somehow I was getting by. Things really got worse when I was not able to move at all for three days. For a year I went to a number of MDs, chiropractors, doctors and naturopaths. There were no answers, period and the medicines prescribed to me were not working. Sometimes I could walk a bit and other times it was impossible. Then I got this call from a buddy of mine. Turns out he was a local drug lord, no kidding, and he started to supply me with a medicine that began to work for me. I began to function again I was actually feeling pretty good. I started to hang out with him a lot more and eventually found myself with him in Los Angeles. Are you ready for this? He and his friends have talked me into becoming a drug dealer. We have a plan where I’m going to deliver some drugs out of state. Wow, I had no idea how far I had fallen from being the missionary in Africa. I was now a substance abuser and didn’t know it. I’m in the LA Hills, sitting in this dealer’s house and looking at the fireplace when I heard without question, God’s voice, and he said,”Have no other gods before me.” The drug dealers had given me a special ring, an identifier to other members and I had given over my authority to it. The voice of God said,”Throw it into the fire.” I obeyed and I didn’t follow through on the plan to traffic the drugs. The next day I got a phone call telling me my grandfather had died, so I traveled to Nebraska for the funeral. My grandpa was a pastor, as was practically everyone else in my family. It was quite the mix there. I was with my solidly religious family and some old friends, including a few that were attached to the same Los Angeles drug crew. After the funeral, I headed to Florida because in one of my previous messages, God had also told me that my future wife was there. In those messages I clearly heard God’s voice audibly, not as an internal, or Intuitive voice. Once I got to Fort Myers my health crashed and I immediately I headed for a hospital. I was stumbling to get in the car and again, I had to push my legs to operate the pedals.I prayed to God for enough strength to get me there. I did a lot of asking and praying in my past but had drifted away from that kind of thinking. Now I was asking again and I needed to be heard and helped. The hospital staff immediately began to care for me and gave me fluids. I am hyperglycemic add it created immediate problems including severe convulsions. My cousin came in at the moment I was blacking out. I told him I am dying. When I closed my eyes, I saw heaven. I was floating and there was a beautiful light with clouds all around. I was in an overwhelmingly loving, peaceful place and I said to myself,”I’m ready.” Once again I heard God’s voice and he said,”No, go back and love.” The word love kept repeating and the word actually seemed to have a form that was appearing very close to my face. When I came to and opened my eyes, I had no more convulsions. The doctors came into my room and said I needed