The Testimony of Apostle/Visionary Kia
May 30, 2013 10:33:30 GMT 1
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Post by Anne Terri on May 30, 2013 10:33:30 GMT 1
"God's Living Bible - The Third Testament - God's New Revelations - Apostle/Visionary Kia - Testimony
(God Through Anne Terri With The Holy Spirit)
Part of Apostle / Visionary Kia's Testimony contains Dreams and Visions.
I Will leave this here in tact, and separated then out later to include
in her Dreams and Visions Area of The Third Testament.
The Testimony of Apostle/Visionary Takia Wright-Lofton
(God With Apostle / Visionary Kia Through The Holy Spirit)
'I had no idea the journey God would have for me. There were times when I heard God's call, but refused to answer. I assumed my past was so horrible and was so ashamed of things I had done, I did not feel worthy to hear God’s call on my life. After reading my testimony, I pray everyone will be able to answer this question: “When God calls, will you answer”.?
Raised in a Christian home and surrounded by a religious Christian family, I have always heard about the goodness of God. My dad was the Deacon of a church he attended and truly relied on The Word of God; his faith was never wavered despite what anyone had to say. I can remember him saying to my sister and me “As much as I love all of my children, I love God more”. This would sound harsh coming from the standpoint of a child but, I really admired his love for God. My mother also believed in The Word of God and would always tell me how much God loved me and remind me the importance of prayer.
But despite my strong up bringing I would still go out and make the wrong choices in life. As a teenager I would often feel distance from not just God but from my family, often feeling as though no one really understood me. My grandmother would step in quite often and even take me in and help raise me. I loved my grandmother dearly and felt she was a true friend of mine.
My grandmother would always tell me to meditate, calm my mind and listen to what God and my Angels had to say. Well, still being a teenager and now a teen mom, the last thing I had time for was quieting my mind. I would dibble and dab in by using multiple narcotics. This would be the first I have openly spoken about my drug use and am grateful it is a part of my past.
I can recall back in the year 2000, I would start to feel the presence of something that had me so scared I was unable to sleep at night. I had not been on any narcotics at the time and felt like death was knocking at my door. I would stay up and walk the house all times of night just to make sure nothing came for me in my sleep. Knowing I could talk to my grandmother about anything, I reached out to her and explain the feelings I were having. My grandmother would not judge me, she would simply say “I want you to pray every night and ask God to protect you then pray every morning when God wakes you up“, and that’s exactly what I did. I prayed to God at night asking for his protection and thank him in the morning for waking me up.
It took about a week or so before I was able to sleep at night but I never missed a prayer. When I would walk the house scared, I would be talking to God and had faith he was listening. So almost 2 weeks had passed before I spoke back to my grandmother and this was my conversation “Grandma guess what, I’ve been sleeping like a baby”, my grandmother would say “I told you so” and just start laughing. But she would not be prepared for what would come next. God had not only answered my prayers but, I was also blessed with an abundance of love in my heart. I would take time out and write letters to my grandmother, father, mother and sister expressing how I felt for each of them and how God changed my heart. I became intimate with my words saying I was sorry if I had done or said anything to hurt any of them (my grandmother still has the letter I wrote her).
I would also start having these episodes of feeling things. I remember one day after my faith in God became stronger I had a feeling something sad was going to happen. I did as usual and called my grandma. I told her bluntly that my dad was going to die (being in denial of my feelings), I then changed it to a daddy figure like a granddaddy or maybe an uncle. She would say “how do you know that”, I remember saying I feel it. I had actually awoken from sleep with tears already in my eyes and feeling sick to my stomach, as if it already happen.
About 2-3 months later my mother woke me saying “telephone”, I can still remember like it was yesterday my brother saying, “Kia, daddy dead”. I dropped the phone and began to cry, I was so upset with God because why would he allow me to know this without being able to do something about it, or did he. Well, about three and a half weeks before my dad past I became upset with him and when he tried to call me I did not pick up. I believe still today this was a sign from God to let me know every moment should be cherished. I then began to apologize to God for being upset with him and my dad. These gut feelings and out pours of emotions would continue to come and actually help me during some the hardest times in my life.
Shortly after my dad’s funeral I decided to go back to my old environment and hang back with some old friends and tell them how good God was. But that would be easier said than done, I was not ready. I allowed myself to revert back to my old habits and picked up where I left off. Life would become more than just hard to live; I would begin to see friends as not my true friends and turmoil relationships with guys. I even would find myself having to send my kids off to live with other family members, so they would not have to suffer with me.
I cried all the time and found myself incomplete without God and my children. After speaking to God with my heart, I would soon be blessed to have all my kids back together and vowed to never lose them again. Life would still show its challenges and I would need help with raising the kids. Working overtime to only still struggle with the bills became very difficult. I was gone before my children awoke up and back home when it was time for them to go to bed. I thank God for such wonderful and beautiful kids but, I did not want to take away their childhood having them take on the roles of an adult to soon. I could remember my dad’s voice saying (along with my grandmother) “pray Takia, sweet heart you have to pray”; once again that’s what I did. I remember telling the kids to watch a movie; I closed my room door got down on bended knees and began to call out to God, my prayer would be so sincere that I would just allown my tears to flow from within.
I said “Father you have always been so good to me and although I know I don’t come to you very often, I feel selfish for asking, but I really need your help”. I asked God for a mate (remembering just like it was yesterday) I said, “God I need some help with the kids, possibly a companion to (smiling)”. I had been through so many bad relationships I asked for someone with a great heart and someone that would love my children as their own. Even after being blessed with everything I asked for, I still would feel incomplete.
Inside I felt as if my heart was cold, I was yelling, fighting, cursing, fussing at the kids and just miserable for the way I was treating everyone.
This time I heard a voice from (what felt like) deep down within, just started praying for me. I would start looking around and just took over and begin praying for myself, I said “Father this is not who I am, I don’t want to be mean to others especially not my family”. I would ask God to put love back in my heart because I did not like how I was treating others. I did not like to hear anyone tell me they loved me or for anyone to show me any signs of affection. This would remind me of my relationship with my mother and I vowed not to make my kids feel as she made me feel at times. I believe a part of me didn’t feel worthy of love from anyone, or maybe because my mother never really showed me love in that way, but I prayed anyway.
In February of 2012, (six years later), I married the same guy I prayed to God for. But I would continue to pray feeling like my life had more purpose, like there was something I was supposed to be doing. I never stopped talking to God the only difference was I did most of my speaking now in thought. June of 2012, I started questioning EVERYTHING and began to seek God from a more spiritual aspect or from within. I begin speaking to God ALL the time and continued to meditate, learning to silence my mind.
By September of 2012 (the 27th to be excite) I would began to see images and notice unseen energy everywhere my eyes focused. I would see a translucent white light flying around, taking the form of a angel with wings. I would also see unseen energy in the form of static (similar to T.V static but the one with multiple colors) and floating vertical lines. All these energies would be all seen at the same time but like through an inner vision that was reflecting outwards. I also get images on like an old fashion movie projection screen (displaying in black and white), images in a violet/purple color and I would continue to have these feelings of just knowing but now stronger than ever.
I would find myself moving in and out of images as if I was projecting someone else life, in live action. I even stopped having “normal dreams”, I would began to become aware of my dream state. I would often have dreams of being chased by someone/something, but would never look back to see who/what it was. I would always run to this same building (I always dreamed of), falling from the building then waking up. But one night I dreamed I was falling from the same building I thought to myself “I know I’m dreaming so why not give myself wings and fly” and that’s just what happen. As I flew I decided to fly around and I was up in the sky flying over many buildings (I wasn’t too high but I was flying).
A feeling came over me of strength and empowerment; this dream state is what is referred to as lucid dreaming. But it wouldn’t end there; I can recall a dream where I see a Tsunami coming toward my family and me. For some reason I didn’t panic, I went into a grocery store and brought come can goods. I then rushed my children and husband to a building (maybe the same building in all my dreams), as the water rose I directed everyone to the top of the building. I would then imagine the building growing up into the sky each time the water rose, shortly after I would awoke.
I would allow fear to build up because I thought something evil had finally caught up with me. Like all the bad I had ever done was coming back to haunt me, but inside I felt like God was not that type of source to allow me to become so tainted. Battling with the viewpoints of Christianity and my new found Spirituality, I would become confused. I stayed doing what I knew (which was praying) and although I questioned my experiences I would never have to question God. I would say "God if I am not on the right path please guide my footstep back towards your light and if this is of you please help me to overcome my fear so that I can serve you".
One night while sitting in my bathroom with the lights were off (this was my meditation area) and talking to my grandmother on the phone, I would began to see reflections of lights with the colors of green, yellow, red, orange and purple radiating up and down my body.
Okay, so at this point I was like" this has to be God", everything I thought I knew would began to be question (which was a good thing). I started seeking God, I researched (being careful where I looked) I learned while taking online college courses how to determine reliable websites. I continued to talk to my grandmother about my experiences, but even would begin to limit what I told her. Not because I could not talk to her but just to become more intimate with my own personal journey. Here I am today a year later from and I'm happy to say "I've answered God's call". I am very honored for my blessings from God.....
This is just the beginning of my journey, for my story is still being written.
Namaste!'
(God With Apostle / Visionary Kia Through The Holy Spirit)
'I had no idea the journey God would have for me. There were times when I heard God's call, but refused to answer. I assumed my past was so horrible and was so ashamed of things I had done, I did not feel worthy to hear God’s call on my life. After reading my testimony, I pray everyone will be able to answer this question: “When God calls, will you answer”.?
Raised in a Christian home and surrounded by a religious Christian family, I have always heard about the goodness of God. My dad was the Deacon of a church he attended and truly relied on The Word of God; his faith was never wavered despite what anyone had to say. I can remember him saying to my sister and me “As much as I love all of my children, I love God more”. This would sound harsh coming from the standpoint of a child but, I really admired his love for God. My mother also believed in The Word of God and would always tell me how much God loved me and remind me the importance of prayer.
But despite my strong up bringing I would still go out and make the wrong choices in life. As a teenager I would often feel distance from not just God but from my family, often feeling as though no one really understood me. My grandmother would step in quite often and even take me in and help raise me. I loved my grandmother dearly and felt she was a true friend of mine.
My grandmother would always tell me to meditate, calm my mind and listen to what God and my Angels had to say. Well, still being a teenager and now a teen mom, the last thing I had time for was quieting my mind. I would dibble and dab in by using multiple narcotics. This would be the first I have openly spoken about my drug use and am grateful it is a part of my past.
I can recall back in the year 2000, I would start to feel the presence of something that had me so scared I was unable to sleep at night. I had not been on any narcotics at the time and felt like death was knocking at my door. I would stay up and walk the house all times of night just to make sure nothing came for me in my sleep. Knowing I could talk to my grandmother about anything, I reached out to her and explain the feelings I were having. My grandmother would not judge me, she would simply say “I want you to pray every night and ask God to protect you then pray every morning when God wakes you up“, and that’s exactly what I did. I prayed to God at night asking for his protection and thank him in the morning for waking me up.
It took about a week or so before I was able to sleep at night but I never missed a prayer. When I would walk the house scared, I would be talking to God and had faith he was listening. So almost 2 weeks had passed before I spoke back to my grandmother and this was my conversation “Grandma guess what, I’ve been sleeping like a baby”, my grandmother would say “I told you so” and just start laughing. But she would not be prepared for what would come next. God had not only answered my prayers but, I was also blessed with an abundance of love in my heart. I would take time out and write letters to my grandmother, father, mother and sister expressing how I felt for each of them and how God changed my heart. I became intimate with my words saying I was sorry if I had done or said anything to hurt any of them (my grandmother still has the letter I wrote her).
I would also start having these episodes of feeling things. I remember one day after my faith in God became stronger I had a feeling something sad was going to happen. I did as usual and called my grandma. I told her bluntly that my dad was going to die (being in denial of my feelings), I then changed it to a daddy figure like a granddaddy or maybe an uncle. She would say “how do you know that”, I remember saying I feel it. I had actually awoken from sleep with tears already in my eyes and feeling sick to my stomach, as if it already happen.
About 2-3 months later my mother woke me saying “telephone”, I can still remember like it was yesterday my brother saying, “Kia, daddy dead”. I dropped the phone and began to cry, I was so upset with God because why would he allow me to know this without being able to do something about it, or did he. Well, about three and a half weeks before my dad past I became upset with him and when he tried to call me I did not pick up. I believe still today this was a sign from God to let me know every moment should be cherished. I then began to apologize to God for being upset with him and my dad. These gut feelings and out pours of emotions would continue to come and actually help me during some the hardest times in my life.
Shortly after my dad’s funeral I decided to go back to my old environment and hang back with some old friends and tell them how good God was. But that would be easier said than done, I was not ready. I allowed myself to revert back to my old habits and picked up where I left off. Life would become more than just hard to live; I would begin to see friends as not my true friends and turmoil relationships with guys. I even would find myself having to send my kids off to live with other family members, so they would not have to suffer with me.
I cried all the time and found myself incomplete without God and my children. After speaking to God with my heart, I would soon be blessed to have all my kids back together and vowed to never lose them again. Life would still show its challenges and I would need help with raising the kids. Working overtime to only still struggle with the bills became very difficult. I was gone before my children awoke up and back home when it was time for them to go to bed. I thank God for such wonderful and beautiful kids but, I did not want to take away their childhood having them take on the roles of an adult to soon. I could remember my dad’s voice saying (along with my grandmother) “pray Takia, sweet heart you have to pray”; once again that’s what I did. I remember telling the kids to watch a movie; I closed my room door got down on bended knees and began to call out to God, my prayer would be so sincere that I would just allown my tears to flow from within.
I said “Father you have always been so good to me and although I know I don’t come to you very often, I feel selfish for asking, but I really need your help”. I asked God for a mate (remembering just like it was yesterday) I said, “God I need some help with the kids, possibly a companion to (smiling)”. I had been through so many bad relationships I asked for someone with a great heart and someone that would love my children as their own. Even after being blessed with everything I asked for, I still would feel incomplete.
Inside I felt as if my heart was cold, I was yelling, fighting, cursing, fussing at the kids and just miserable for the way I was treating everyone.
This time I heard a voice from (what felt like) deep down within, just started praying for me. I would start looking around and just took over and begin praying for myself, I said “Father this is not who I am, I don’t want to be mean to others especially not my family”. I would ask God to put love back in my heart because I did not like how I was treating others. I did not like to hear anyone tell me they loved me or for anyone to show me any signs of affection. This would remind me of my relationship with my mother and I vowed not to make my kids feel as she made me feel at times. I believe a part of me didn’t feel worthy of love from anyone, or maybe because my mother never really showed me love in that way, but I prayed anyway.
In February of 2012, (six years later), I married the same guy I prayed to God for. But I would continue to pray feeling like my life had more purpose, like there was something I was supposed to be doing. I never stopped talking to God the only difference was I did most of my speaking now in thought. June of 2012, I started questioning EVERYTHING and began to seek God from a more spiritual aspect or from within. I begin speaking to God ALL the time and continued to meditate, learning to silence my mind.
By September of 2012 (the 27th to be excite) I would began to see images and notice unseen energy everywhere my eyes focused. I would see a translucent white light flying around, taking the form of a angel with wings. I would also see unseen energy in the form of static (similar to T.V static but the one with multiple colors) and floating vertical lines. All these energies would be all seen at the same time but like through an inner vision that was reflecting outwards. I also get images on like an old fashion movie projection screen (displaying in black and white), images in a violet/purple color and I would continue to have these feelings of just knowing but now stronger than ever.
I would find myself moving in and out of images as if I was projecting someone else life, in live action. I even stopped having “normal dreams”, I would began to become aware of my dream state. I would often have dreams of being chased by someone/something, but would never look back to see who/what it was. I would always run to this same building (I always dreamed of), falling from the building then waking up. But one night I dreamed I was falling from the same building I thought to myself “I know I’m dreaming so why not give myself wings and fly” and that’s just what happen. As I flew I decided to fly around and I was up in the sky flying over many buildings (I wasn’t too high but I was flying).
A feeling came over me of strength and empowerment; this dream state is what is referred to as lucid dreaming. But it wouldn’t end there; I can recall a dream where I see a Tsunami coming toward my family and me. For some reason I didn’t panic, I went into a grocery store and brought come can goods. I then rushed my children and husband to a building (maybe the same building in all my dreams), as the water rose I directed everyone to the top of the building. I would then imagine the building growing up into the sky each time the water rose, shortly after I would awoke.
I would allow fear to build up because I thought something evil had finally caught up with me. Like all the bad I had ever done was coming back to haunt me, but inside I felt like God was not that type of source to allow me to become so tainted. Battling with the viewpoints of Christianity and my new found Spirituality, I would become confused. I stayed doing what I knew (which was praying) and although I questioned my experiences I would never have to question God. I would say "God if I am not on the right path please guide my footstep back towards your light and if this is of you please help me to overcome my fear so that I can serve you".
One night while sitting in my bathroom with the lights were off (this was my meditation area) and talking to my grandmother on the phone, I would began to see reflections of lights with the colors of green, yellow, red, orange and purple radiating up and down my body.
Okay, so at this point I was like" this has to be God", everything I thought I knew would began to be question (which was a good thing). I started seeking God, I researched (being careful where I looked) I learned while taking online college courses how to determine reliable websites. I continued to talk to my grandmother about my experiences, but even would begin to limit what I told her. Not because I could not talk to her but just to become more intimate with my own personal journey. Here I am today a year later from and I'm happy to say "I've answered God's call". I am very honored for my blessings from God.....
This is just the beginning of my journey, for my story is still being written.
Namaste!'
AMEN"