The testimonies you all have so graciously shared never cease to amaze me, and Michael's testimony is no different. it has changed my life, prayer life, and has caused me to keep my mind more focused and centered on God. I must say that I have experienced some of the convictions Brother Michael experienced. Reading his testimony, and the knowledge he shared, lit a fire underneath me which caused me to do something about my convictions IMMEDIATELY. Are you ready to be wowed and awe-inspired by the glory of the Lord which was revealed to our dear brother? Read on and enjoy this journal entry style testimony, which was documented, saved and shared with us several years later. Amen!
I was listening to a message about how some Christian worship is fleshly worship which does not glorify God. The speaker referenced the book of Revelation to see how the heavenly host worships God. They ascribe to Him glory and honor and wisdom and...
(Revelation 7:11-12 And all the angels stood round about the throne, and about the elders and the four beasts, and fell before the throne on their faces, and worshipped God, Saying, Amen: Blessing, and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honour, and power, and might, be unto our God for ever and ever. Amen).
(Revelation 19:1 And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God).
I looked afresh at the praise and worship music in my own personal music collection. I realized that some of it did not give glory or honor or praise to God. It was focused on the people, and on the benefits people get from God. Man was the center. God was a means to man’s desires.
After removing that first layer, I looked through my music collection again a few weeks later. I then realized more of it needed to be removed. After repeating this process several times, I started to realize that the problem was much deeper than I thought. Like an onion, each layer removed revealed deeper layers.
I attended our church’s normal Sunday morning worship service. That particular morning, every praise and worship song were all about man benefitting from God. Not a single song in that particular worship set ascribed any glory, honor or power to God.
I love to worship, and tried to sing along with these songs, but soon could only stand in silence as my heart was breaking. I interceded for that church in broken-hearted humility, for I have done the same and worse for many years.
As I drove home from church, my heart continued to break more and more. I thought of many churches all over the world, where many Christians are ignorantly grieving the heart of God, by not worshipping Him in Spirit and in truth. I thought back to how the book of Revelation describes true worship. Something rose up in me, and I decided that I would worship the Father, even if I am all alone, even if my heart is broken.
I had no strength or heart to sing out loud. Such brokenness had come over me. I went into my bedroom, and laid down on my bed. I humbly raised my hands, and began a very simple worship song in my heart. A song so simple, that many worship teams would not bother to sing it:
"Let there be glory, and honor, and praises. Glory and honor to Jesus, Glory, honor, glory and honor to Him".
This was only in my heart, not out loud with my mouth. I did not even hum it. All I could do was “think it”, but it was from the depth of my being.
(Eph 5:19 Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord)
(1Sam1:13 Now Hannah, she spake in her heart; only her lips moved, but her voice was not heard: therefore Eli thought she had been drunken… And Hannah answered and said, No my lord, I am a woman of a sorrowful spirit: I have drunk neither wine nor strong drink, but have poured out my soul before the Lord.)
There was no “beautiful music” in this first song in my heart. No rhythm. It was only a broken cry to the Lord - to lift Him up. I very slowly and brokenly sang all of the words to this song which I could remember. I repeated some parts many times. It was more a prayer, than a song. I was crying/praying this song not only for myself, but for the entire Body of Christ: “Let us give You glory, honor, and praise”.
Something seemed “right” in my heart, so I started a second very simple song:
"To Thee we ascribe glory, To Thee we ascribe honor, To Thee we ascribe power and majesty, Holy is the Lord".
I then sang a third song: “Holy, holy..., holy Lord. God of power and might”.
After “singing” these first 3 simple songs, I desired to continue. I considered singing something more modern/popular, but that did not feel right because my heart was still very broken. I began the same simple 3-song set over again. It was still very slow music in my heart, and still more of a prayer than singing.
Somewhere during the 2nd time through this 3-song set, I sensed several spiritual beings had come into my room. I sensed several shapes standing around the foot of my bed. At first they appeared so faintly that I questioned if there was really anything there. However, their forms slowly became more distinct. I believe they revealed themselves very gently and slowly, as I could “handle it”. I never took my focus off worshipping the Father. I never had the least bit of fear. I never opened my eyes. I continued my heart-broken worship. Nothing was going to distract me from this worship. I could only see glowing human-like shapes. I could not see them clearly to describe them in any detail (1 Corinthians 13:12: For now we see through a glass, darkly).
Next, as I continued to focus on worshipping the Father, these spiritual visitors began gently and slowly singing with me. At first their singing was so soft that I could barely hear it. I believe they slowly turned up the volume, as I could “handle it”. As my mind began to comprehend what was happening, I purposed in my heart to only worship the Father, and not let any of my attention be distracted by these spiritual visitors. As I became more and more aware of my visitors, I could hear their singing more and more clearly. My heart and mind began to accept and welcome their presence and their voices.
My singing was still more of a prayer than a song. It had no rhythm. The spiritual beings singing was very soft and gentle. They were following my broken-hearted prayerful singing. However, these were the best vocalists I had ever heard, and they were worshipping with all their hearts. Their voices and worship slowly started “lifting up” my voice and worship.
By the time I had finished the 3-song set again, and repeated many parts many times, there was now no question in my mind that there were truly about 5 or 6 spiritual visitors. I could now clearly hear them singing in beautiful harmonies with me. My singing had smoothed out. It had gone from a broken-prayer crying of the words, to a smooth rhythm which a group could follow.
My heart was still very broken, and I never let my focus come off worshipping the Father. I believe that if I had started focusing my attention on the spiritual visitors, they would have departed. However, as long as I focused on worshipping the Father, these visitors joined in with me more and more clearly.
I paused after that 3-song set, not sure of what to sing next. In my mind, I hoped the visitors would carry on singing, and lead me in heavenly worship, with songs of their choice (they are the experts). However, they all stood silently. They did not seem impatient, or rushed. They just waited silently.
I then believe the Holy Spirit told my heart that these visitors did not come to lead me in worship. They came to join in the worship I was offering to the Father. They were waiting for me to worship again, so that they could join back in. I wondered what song I should sing next. I again considered something more modern/popular, but did not have a peace about any other song I considered, so I began that same 3-song set again.
As I began singing again, all 5 or 6 visitors immediately joined in with “full” song again. I do not mean that they were overpowering, but they were no longer reserved. They now knew that I could “handle it”. More spiritual beings began joining. Several more on the right, and several more on the left. More vocal harmonies were added, and instruments were added. Some of the instruments had familiar sounds. One sounded similar to a flute. Others had unfamiliar but wonderful sounds, which I could not relate to the sounds of any earthly instruments.
I kept repeating those same few simple songs. More beings kept joining. Soon there were so many different harmonies and groups, that those 3 simple songs began to interweave and overlap. There was singing “in the round” on the individual songs. Next came parallel singing of all 3 songs at the same time (each still in the round). The result was that all 3 songs interweaved and overlapped into one majestic song, which now had no beginning or ending.
I still felt that my worship was somehow leading or enabling the overall event, and each step in the progression. Just as at the beginning, when they joined with my worship at the lowly and broken level I was at, and then “lifted me up” to a higher level.
(Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones).
Eventually, I (my spirit) was singing all 3 songs in an interweaved and overlapped fashion myself. I (my soul) does not mentally understand how this worked musically, but it was glorious. As I kept my focus only on the Father, this worship continued to go to higher and higher levels (slowly, step by step, as I could “handle it”).
As the heavenly host became larger and larger, other aspects were added to the worship beyond singing and playing instruments. I next noticed that some beings were flying as they worshipped. They flew in various groups/formations and patterns above us, giving the worship movement. One comparison is to a large aquarium, where schools of beautiful fish swim in various shapes and patterns.
(Imagine an aquarium that fills the sky. I chose an aquarium for a comparison because all the beings moved with glorious beauty and grace and smoothness in worshipful movement).
I next noticed that the worship not only had sound and movement, but also had light. Various colors and types of light. One comparison is when dancers carry little rods, with streamers of cloth flowing behind them. Each streamer of light was about 6 to 12 inches around, and maybe 9 to 12 feet long. These streamers of light flowed and moved amongst us and over us (and up with the flying beings).
These were not streamers carried by angelic dancers. Instead, these seemed to be totally independent beings which had joined the worship event. I do not know if they had voices, but they each had a distinct color (lots of different colors). They each also had a distinct type of light coming from them. The differences in the types of light coming from the different beings was amazingly clear, well defined, and tangible (with form and texture). One comparison is incandescent vs. florescent light (this is a particularly poor comparison, but is the best comparison to an earthly thing I can think of).
(My guess is that the differences were different forms of glory, but there was no pride or envy. 1 Corinthians 15:40-41: “… but the glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the terrestrial is another. … and another glory of the stars: for one star differeth from another star in glory”).
One important point is that all the worshippers, of all kinds, were as one, and all contributions merged into one mighty offering of worship. Each being added some unique and glorious aspect to the worship. There was perfect unity and perfect order. Not a single vocalist or instrumentalist or flyer drew any prideful attention to themselves. There were clear differences between the beings, but there was no pride or envy. All the glory and attention was focused on the Father.
(2 Chronicles 5:13-14 It came even to pass, as the trumpeters and singers were as one, to make one sound to be heard in praising and thanking the Lord; and when they lifted up their voice with the trumpets and cymbals and instruments of musick, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever; that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the Lord; So that the priests could not stand to minister by reason of the cloud: for the glory of the Lord had filled the house of God).
I was not focusing my attention on the other worshippers. It was as if I was observing all this in my peripheral vision. I kept my attention focused on the Father.
A huge myriad of voices of many different types were now joining. There was wonderful depth of musical richness, with continual newness and creativity.
(Psalm 103:21-22 Bless the Lord, ye His angels, that excel in strength, that do His commandments, hearkening unto the voice of His word. Bless ye the Lord, all ye His hosts; ye ministers of His, that do His pleasure. Bless the Lord, all His works in all places of His dominion: bless the Lord, O my soul).
(Per Psalm 103: My guess is that “His angels” were the beings which were singing and playing instruments, and “His hosts” include the beings giving off lights and colors. Next I saw what could be one example of “His works” blessing the Lord…)
I next noticed that I could smell something wonderful. A fragrance was going up. I looked down, and we were now standing amongst flowers. I do not know if they were the only source of the fragrance, but they were swaying and singing. This marked a crescendo, or turning point in the worship event. It was as if the “cup was full”, and began to overflow...
Up until this point, the simple 3-song set was distinguishable in the one interweaved/overlapped song. We were all still singing words and musical notes related to those 3 simple songs.
This event then transcended to a whole new level...
My attention was for some reason (I do not know why) drawn to a single flying being. That being came to the center of the area, and then flew straight up and out of sight. A second being then did the same thing at the same place. Then another, and another, and another. I had the sense that they were carrying the worship from earth up to heaven (as if that stage of the worship was now mature, or a fully baked cake, and ready to be presented to the Father).
At first, a small number of beings followed each other up the same path. Then more and more beings followed them, until they became a steady stream. It was as if the worship was forming a tunnel going up into the heavens.
One comparison is like a water faucet which is opened very slowly. The flow starts as only single drips of water following each other. Then it increases to a narrow steady stream. Finally, it increases to a wide stream when the faucet is fully open. Greater and greater numbers of beings began flying up the tunnel. The tunnel steadily became wider as they flew up side-by-side.
As the tunnel began to form, the music, light, colors, and fragrance all began to merge/transcend. Soon, I could no longer discern individual musical notes or words. It slowly became like the sound of "many waters". One comparison is when rain on a tin roof starts slowly, and you can hear individual drops. As the rain gets stronger, all those individual drops merge into one majestic song of rain on the tin roof. It eventually became like the sound of Niagara Falls.
Not only was the sound like Niagara Falls, but the number of beings eventually became like trying to count the number of single drops of water which are all merged into Niagara Falls.
(Revelation 19:5-6 And a voice came out of the throne, saying, Praise our God, all ye his servants, and ye that fear him, both small and great. And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth).
Most of the beings up to this point were about the size of a human. Some larger sized beings began flowing up the tunnel. Eventually, some very very very large beings flowed up.
(1 Chronicles 21:16 And David lifted up his eyes, and saw the angel of the Lord stand between the earth and the heaven, having a drawn sword in his hand stretched out over Jerusalem.)
(Revelation 10:1-2 And I saw another mighty angel… and he set his right foot upon the sea, and his left foot on the earth.)
At first, the tunnel grew only in diameter, starting from the ground, and going up. However, as the worship continued to transcend, the ground seemed to disappear. The tunnel grew in depth to where I could no longer see where it started. It flowed past me and up to heaven. It eventually grew to a larger diameter than the entire earth and reached through the solar system (near the earth, but not through the earth). The whole worship event seemed to connect with God the Father in infinite time and space (the earth is truly so tiny compared to the solar system, or to the galaxy, or to the universe. All those things are somewhat measurable, but God is infinite).
The music, light, colors and fragrance steadily transcended, at the same time the tunnel was growing. It started with those few simple forms of worship (voice, instruments, light, color, movement), which have some comparison to worship on earth. Then, other forms of worship were added which my mind did not understand (no physical realm comparisons, or mental understanding. Proverbs 3:5 Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding). As the tunnel grew in depth to infinity, the number of forms of worship also increased to infinity. An infinite number of things seemed to merge/transcend into one stream of pure WORSHIP, in an infinite number of forms.
(1Cor12:4-6: Now there are diversities of gifts, but the same Spirit. And there are differences of administrations, but the same Lord. And there are diversities of operations, but it is the same God which worketh all in all)
Not only did the number of forms of worship increase to infinity, but the number of attributes of God being worshipped also increased to infinity. The 3 simple songs we started with ascribed to God glory, power, majesty, etc. However, now an infinite number of other attributes of God were also being worshipped. My soul/mind did not understand all the forms or attributes of worship, but my spirit entered into that worship (worship in spirit and in truth).
Eventually, I could no longer discern individual spiritual beings. It was as if they had all joined into this huge tunnel of living worship.
What happened in me, as a worshipper, as this “transcendence” happened is what is hardest to describe (because I have little mental understanding of it). My whole being was engulfed by it. I gave myself wholly to it (Eph 5:18 And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit). My being itself began worshipping in spirit and in truth with many waters. That is, worship which is far beyond words, far beyond musical notes, far beyond dance or streamers or flags, far beyond lights and colors and fragrance. For God is infinite, and His characteristics and true worship is infinite.
(John 4:23-24 But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to worship Him. God is a Spirit: and they that worship Him must worship Him in spirit and in truth).
(John 14:23 Jesus answered and said unto him, If a man love me, he will keep my words: and my Father will love him, and we will come unto him, and make our abode with him).
This "many waters" worship has continued in my spirit. My soul has been distracted by other thoughts, but the moment I turn my heart back to worship, that flow of pure magnificent worship straight to God the Father is still flowing inside me.
I can still see (in the spirit) the huge tunnel of living worship, and still hear (in the spirit) the many waters...
All this week I have been driven to my knees in the morning and in the evening, spending long periods of time on my knees before this open connection with the Father. The Lord’s Prayer has become alive to me - every word (Worship + forgiveness + spiritual warfare + worship).
This portal, this open heaven of worship, remains open in my heart.
There were 2 times this week when I could again discern a few individual spiritual beings in this open heaven of worship. They never spoke to me in words, but they expressed huge joy to me in spirit, and with their smiles (Luke 15:10 “… there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth”).
To explain this better: For 2 weeks after the first event, it was like Niagara Falls was still flowing past me. I knew that countless numbers of beings were still flowing past me, but I could not see individual beings. I so desired to join in the flow, and to go up with them. I found myself beginning to strive to “enter in”.
As I began to strive, two beings suddenly emerged from that great flow. They hovered before me, examining me. It was as if they had taken an off-ramp from this superhighway, for a brief stop to see me. Somehow in the spirit, they expressed huge joy and thanks and encouragement to my being. I had some part in opening this flow, and they were exceedingly joyful and thankful.
They let me know that I was truly ok where I was, and that I did not need to strive to join them in going up at this time. I had the sense that my personal cake was not yet fully baked. I was personally not yet mature. I needed to wait patiently for now. Maturity would come in time.
With this realization, my personal striving ceased, and peace and joy again flooded my being. When my visitors saw that peace was again filling my being, they smiled at me with smiles of exceedingly great joy, and then zoomed back into the flow and out of sight.
Over the 2 weeks following the first event, I had several visits similar to this. One or two beings at a time would occasionally “take the off-ramp” and visit me briefly. They never spoke to me in any words which my soul remembers, but they always communicated joy and thanks and encouragement in the spirit.
Back on 03May2013, I noted that the Lord’s Prayer became alive to me. My knowledge of the Word of God was very limited at that time. I would listen to Christian teachings, or read Christian books, but I spent very little time studying the Word of God itself.
Later in 2013, the Holy Spirit convicted me that I had never even read the entire Word of God for myself. In the past I had tried Bible reading plans, but always got bogged down in Leviticus or Numbers. I began studying the entire Word of God. Now the entire Bible is slowly becoming alive to me. I have developed a huge and ever growing hunger for all of the Word of God.
Most of the scriptural references in the above testimony were added over the last 2 years. As I have studied the Word of God, I have continued to get more and more scriptural understanding of what I experienced.
There has been another side effect of studying the Word of God for myself. I now fear that many of the Christian teachings and Christian books which I had selected to study fell into the same category as much of the Christian music I had selected. Much of it focused on the people, rather than on God. They focused on the benefits people get from God. They made man the center, and God only a means to man’s desires.
I found a video which has some similarities to the above testimony. It begins with a period of deep repentance. Then the power of God comes in with a mighty roaring sound “like a jet”. This has similarities to the sound “like Niagara Falls” which I heard.
What touches me most are the interviews immediately after the recording of the “jet” sound is played. Pastor Moses Kayak: “I was completely humbled, to the point I wanted to continually come before God, kneel, and ask for cleansing of the heart, to become pure before Him”.
This reminds me of the 2 weeks immediately following the first event, when I spent long periods of time physically on my knees. The Holiness of God was so powerful. I too was completely humbled. I probably spent more time on my knees in those 2 weeks, than I had spent on my knees in the 2 decades before that (and I was active in a Christian church during those 2 decades).
I have now spent the last 3 years “continually coming before God”, reading the Word of God deeply with a humbled heart: seeking to know God more, “to become pure before Him”.
(Ephesians 5:25-27 … Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it; That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word, That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish).
As I have deeply and humbly and diligently studied the Word of God over the last few years, I have sensed a true glorious transformation slowly happening deep within my being.
(Romans 12:2: And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God).
(Isaiah 28:10: For precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little).
I had no idea how many layers of “the flesh” and of “the world” and lies and deceptions had been laid upon my being over the first 50 years of my life. I have been slowly peeled like an onion with many layers. Each layer removed has revealed even deeper layers of filth. It has been very painful to remove some of those layers. My wicked and deceptive heart had become very attached to so many things of the world.
(Jeremiah 17:9-10: The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? I the Lord search the heart, I try the reins…).
More and more, I now truly feel like a stranger or pilgrim in this filthy and corrupted sin-stained physical realm. This is not my true home. The reality that I have become a citizen of heaven is becoming more and more real to me.
(Hebrews 11:13-16 These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth… But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city).
(Romans 8:21-23: Because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now. And not only they, but ourselves also, which have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body).
(Ephesians 2:19: Now therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but fellowcitizens with the saints, and of the household of God).
I have been asked what the heavenly musical instruments looked like. My attention was never drawn to look directly at any of the beings playing instruments. I had purposed to keep my attention focused only on the Father. Most of this experience I only saw dimly in my “peripheral” vision. Only a few things drew my attention to look directly at them, and to see them more clearly. I believe those times were because there was a purpose for me to see certain things more clearly.
My mind does not yet understand seeing in the spirit. Some things close to me I never saw clearly (like the vocalists). Other things close to me I saw more clearly (like the flowers and streamers of light). Some things which were far away I saw more clearly, such as the single flying being which was the first one to shoot up into the heavens. I think I could clearly see things which I was allowed to see, regardless of their “distance away”.
I am slowly getting more understanding of the differences between my soul and my spirit (Hebrews 4:12: For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart).
Wow!!! ...Wow...Brother Michael, I feel so thankful and grateful that you allowed me to share this life-changing testimony with our other brothers and sisters in Christ. The wisdom imparted into you by God is unforgettable. May the Lord continue to prosper and bless you, in Jesus name.