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How God's Holiness Came Down : My Testimony PART Two-
_________________________________________________December 1998
To speed you on lifes way: the real oil.
Is God's anointing. Have a happy sabbath.
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Philip John James O'Sullivan
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-----------My Coming To The Anointed One------------
Previously I have reported on the necessity of believing first in He Who Creates All Things-this IS the real Bible way. From that first tremendous experience grew a certainty of the reality of absolute Godhead.
Next I was to meet The Anointed One and repentance-though I did not know the truth of it at that time.
It came about this way for me.
There was a man I kept seeing downtown, I did not know him. He appeared to faintly 'glow' with something I thought I might like, a fresher kind of humanity perhaps? Our house was in Central Terrace, the street where 3 Prime Ministers had lived during my ten years there, as well as many professors and diplomats and corporate heads and so on.
Famous Men
Regularly I would meet these famous men while out walking their dogs in the Botanical gardens nearby; because of my artist status some times were invited back to visit their beach houses on the Kapiti coast.Once I went out to Dr ??? on that basis.
So I was comfortable inviting many well presented people back to visit, eventually meeting the 'glowing' good looking man I'd kept seeing out of my new life of prayer. He turned out to be an Artist also; now living in the crossover new age vein. He was fond of Ladies, and was pursuing one foolish pentecostal woman from the then Western Suburbs Fellowship. For a short time they lived together until his money ran out. His name was Demetrius and sinful though he is their remains for him a blessing in the gratitude I feel in His introducing me to true religion, while he was really keen only on introducing me to the seduction of religious women. This last is a kind of power tripping also unique to the imaginings of most pastors I observe. How they love to soak up the adulterous adulations of married pentecostal women! Most of whom are more loyal to the infatuation they have for their 'beloved' pastor, than either to The Anointed One or their own husbands. No wonder they preach little or nothing about the Lake of Fire: they're going there!
As for
Myself
To this day I have not so much as kissed, again, all the women I had kissed, and more, before. My body remains pure to this day. Even my lips have been chaste since the first time I kissed Christ's feet over ten years ago. (Still true also in March 2000) Though often tempted-never fallen since. Praise He Who Creates All Things for His keeping.
Never-the-less, he it was who introduced me to The Anointed One.
He wanted out- (into new age 'royal jelly'applied to his Ladies, of all things!) Me into an extremely intimate walk with He Who Creates All Things and on into the heavenlies.
Three times we met as I
recall.
Twice to get acquainted, with coffee and biscuits at my studio; and a third and last time discussing books,arts and music as before until he said- as I was constantly bringing up the subject of He Who Creates All Things, religion, his church and so on,-'you know what you want?', 'No', I said'what?'
'From your metaphysical interests, Philip, I can tell you love God'.
'You need to know J'shua' he said.
'What do you mean?' I said
'Do you believe J'shua is He Who Creates All Things?'
I thought,'now I'll have to give this a minute'.
Silence.
I looked up at the corner of the ceiling, inwardly stunned at what I was about to consider.
'You mean the Virgin birth and everything?'
'Yes, he said.
It seemed like five minutes went by, did I not already believe in He Who Creates All Things and had had a mighty personal demonstration of His power to prove it? (see Strong Story)
Remonstrating with him to reassure myself of all that could happen 'Do I not already believe in Big He Who Creates All Things Almighty, bigger than the stars and universe? Stretching forth my arm in a gesture bespeaking the vastness of my current concept. What could happen? Could I not just incorporate little baby J'shua-Mother and child into the divine idea I already had?
I made small pinch-fingers open to indicate adding J'shua-as emptied-out Godhead onto what was already part of my thinking.
(Dangerous business thinking what a new thought will do).
Returning now to gazing ceiling-ward at the corner, having raised my eyes there once again, 'Okay, what harm could it do to think that? After all, wasn't He Who Creates All Things already a powerful idea? Just to add J'shua did not look out to promise much.' How little did I realize!
'Yes, ' I said, I'll do it, I'll believe it"
Lost now in gazing, deep in thought.
The ceiling corner has not ever looked as vast again, for now a whole world of glory, sacrifice and salvation began to operate directly on my behalf. From that time the presence of J'shua came to be most precious to me. Here he was the living , personal He Who Creates All Things, known to me and knowing me ; the flow of love and acknowledgement began, I appreciated him, much, but too little; he appreciated the littlest prayers and magnified them, lots. His love flooded all. Like a tidal wave it flowed in, and on and on...He never stops loving his own.It is immense.
(Thank you J'shua!-here in gratitude I weep in deep
recollection.)
I WAS 38 YEARS OLD At THE TIME
I was 38.
The decision took a long time.
There was no need to hurry just then either; fully five minutes went by silently,deep in my heart I'd come home.
J'shua was far more important than my former little thought of him. He engrossed my very life from that hour. I would dream of him all night. I was obsessed by him! Now instantly far from my intellectual pretensions-now inwardly I became a fanatic hot for the J'shua of the Bible.For I now wanted his own Spirit to be in me more than my prior mystical musings.They had been flattering to my imagination yet did not nourish me. I was tired of switching from the flesh to spiritual noise. Books are full of He Who Creates All Things this and He Who Creates All Things that, especially Catholic ones, yet lacking a point of constant contact which only the Spirit of J'shua Anointed provides.
We spoke a little more then Demetrius left, never again to visit. Gods will had been done.
He was right for me. No one else could it have been. Any other little' goody-goody-two-shoes' would have made me puke right then, in a different sense, as they have again since,for I was so corrupt and debauched. You should see some of my photos from that time of myself- sick man, real sicko.
He was out and I was in.
A Rebuke Years Later
Years later I was to rebuke him for his fornications: he instantly crossed his legs: in an odd body language gesture while standing up. A dead give-away! It was so awkward a posture to adopt he nearly fell over.
Again later when talking in a car with Robin Corner, about to go off to another Christian political meeting and me with stacks of self-printed rubber stamp tracts on the dash board, guess who passed by on the pavement? At exactly the same time, crossing exactly at the car, Prof Geering prominent disbelieving il'liberal', going one way down and Kuriakades,up the road! Talk about significance.
I only say that because now I was attuned to the whole world of spiritual significances that opened up: every single thing in the minutest detail appeared to relate in some very direct line back into J'shua The Anointed One. I could begin to see in the first crude sketches I was able dimly to discern all the possible connections into He Who Creates All Things in J'shua.He is exactly who he claimed to be, the one and ONLY issue before man. There is no other issue at all as awesome.J'shua The Anointed One is He Who Creates All Things who came on earth to give us the Holy Spirit.
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That first night was a late night of prayer. Up again at 2 in the morning to pray, and early rising next morning at Four A.M. What else was there to do? At about six I asked the Lord 'What did my sin look like?
He showed me as a corpse wrapped in rotten grave clothes walking by a lake of burning vomit in which I swam drinking in the muck and pus' It made me sick.
For three whole days tossing and turning barely able to sleep with that image continually before my face, I sick and nauseus cried long moanings, fearing to throw up. Surrounding my bed were towels to protect the blankets,pillow,sheets and floor. In the centre of the room was a bucket also ringed with scattered towels: around this bucket and often poised over it in agonizing fits of nausea I passed Three complete days. So ill did my sin make me in the sight of Holy He Who Creates All Things. Yuk, that image so real and strongly stinking: myself- my overweaning prideful SELF-that I'd literally so much thought so much of! Yet I did not mind to know it thus as HE was close by me all the time. It was right.
J'shua Close By Me Was alright
O, how repentant I'd become. What a shame to grace my life disgraced. O, how injured had I my Lord and my He Who Creates All Things!...............................................
So those early days, no regrets: the depth is marvelous- that can be obtained in The Anointed One from such beginnings.
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He'd shown me a vision of my sin so thorough, and I didn't even know what
a 'vision' was!
Let me know what helps you. Thanks
Philip
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