Journey Into The Light

Jesus's Apartment

JESUS'S APARTMENT

I was now at the lowest point in my life and had completely given up hope and wanted all the pain to stop. I had decided that the best way to do that would be to stop eating food and drinking water since it would surely kill me in a matter of days. It was incredibly hard to do but I was determined to go to god even if that meant being denied at the gates of Heaven. This went on for a couple days and on the last night I remember feeling so hungry and dried out that I was almost certain I was near the end and I went to sleep expecting not to wake up.

However, this was not the case because I woke up around 8:00 am from an alarm on my phone. I turned my head to the right and saw a blue sky through my bedroom window. Suddenly I found myself being led into the clouds by my hand with Jesus. He was glowing in a magnificent white light, he looked so big and mighty and I remember having the feeling of being so small compared to him. We went into the sky, through the clouds and through the floor of a building into a room.

Once I was in this room, I felt so dizzy and had to sit, my head was spinning and could barely see anything from the blur. Luckily for me there was a small brown love seat behind me just to the right which is where I sat to gather myself. I remember saying out loud, "hang on here, just got to get my bearings". I then heard a deep male voice chuckle and pretty much repeat my comment in a way as if he was talking to someone else. It did not take long before the dizziness had worn off and I was now ready to get up off the couch. I looked to my right which seemed to be a hallway and saw this bright white ish blue energy floating in the middle of the hallway and I knew Instantly that it was God. He was the father!

To my left sitting at a small brown table in the corner of the room was Jesus with a brilliant white glow around him, he was looking at the table which seemed to have a bright white glow on the top surface and he was gazing into it. Seeing this made me feel as if he was watching the world through it. Jesus did not at all look like the pictures we see, he looked like a normal man with short dark curly hair with tan colored skin. I could have seen a man like this on the street and probably would not have even realized it was him. I felt a bit nervous in the presence of God and his son so I stood up and walked past Jesus into the dining area and took a right into the kitchen area.

This apartment was the humblest place I had ever seen, only the basics in it and everything had an 80's brown appearance to it. There was someone else in there as well, somebody I felt like I knew from my life but could not see a face. I then opened the refrigerator and saw what looked like a large plastic milk crate blue in color and 3/4 full of eggs in the mid-level of the refrigerator, also a small open Ziplock bag with a couple hand full of grapes inside closer to the top. I felt compelled to take the crate of eggs out and place it on Jesus's dining room table and once I did that the third person who was standing behind me dumped a bunch of fried bacon into the crate of eggs.

I remember looking over at Jesus and he had this slight look of annoyance and seemed to be bothered by the meat. As I noticed this, I kind of felt his emotion and I decided to say something. I said to the person in the room, "what are you trying to do? get us kicked out of here on our first day? why don't you show some respect!" Keep in mind that I did not say it quite that nicely, I used the f-word in the final statement. Immediately after I said my piece, the person replied back to me, "why don't you show some f****** respect! I then walked over to Jesus and asked him why it seemed to bother him and if he had a bad experience at some point in his life.

He replied back indicating that he had some bad experiences and that someone there likes to cook as well. While he was saying this, I saw him smile and it was the sincerest smile full of love that I have ever seen and I knew right away that I was never going to cook in his apartment.... EVER. just out of respect for him. I was drawn back to the kitchen area and I once again opened the refrigerator door and for some reason, I just had to have a few of those grapes! Needless to say, I snuck a small handful and ate them as quickly as I could. "YES" I did that, I stole grapes from Jesus's fridge! I could not help myself, I just felt like I needed to do that. Those grapes were the best tasting things I had ever eaten in my life, I am certain I could survive on those alone. After eating the grapes, I found myself back in my bedroom with this feeling like I never had before.

The feeling I experienced was as if I was as healthy as I could possibly be, I had so much energy and I was no longer depressed or angry. I have never felt that way before, it was almost euphoria riding the downslope of a rollercoaster. I thought to myself, did that just happen? was that a dream? It didn't matter because I met God. I definitely wanted more of Jesus's secret stash of grapes as well. That amazing feeling of comfort, happiness, and love continued to last