The Anointing
Power from on High
"But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you."
Acts 1:8, ESV
"But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you."
Acts 1:8, ESV
Two months had passed since the divine encounter of December 5th. The fire the Lord had kindled in my chest that day had not gone out — it burned steadily through every dawn of that season, a holy ember carried in my soul, a constant reminder that I had been set apart. I bore His commission with me always, the charge He had given me as I returned: to write what I had seen, to tell them He is real. Yet in those weeks of quiet burning, the path ahead felt vast and unknown, and in my human frailty I began to long for a companion to walk it beside me.
In the waning days of January 2024, amidst a season of profound spiritual awakening, I felt a deep yearning for a divine counterpart, a feminine spirit to journey with me on this sacred path of faith. With a heart burning with zeal, I poured out fervent prayers, imploring the Lord for guidance to reveal the one destined to share this holy calling. As Scripture promises, "Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart," I trusted that God would answer in His perfect timing. Yet, the road of faith is seldom without challenge, for the Lord refines those He calls, testing them as silver in the fire.
"Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart."
Psalm 37:4 — ESV
It was during this longing that a woman entered my life, her presence wrapped in an intensity both captivating and disquieting. She spoke with an eerie familiarity, claiming a connection spanning across time, as if her soul had sought mine through endless ages. Her professions of love surged forth with an urgency that felt overwhelming for so brief an acquaintance—mere days since our paths crossed. Her words, sweet as honey, flowed in rapid affirmations, stirring both my heart and a persistent unease. As Scripture cautions, "My son, if sinners entice you, do not consent," I sensed a shadow beneath her saccharine speech, a darkness veiled in light.
Early in this brief connection, she made a demand that jarred me, a discordant note in a union I hoped to forge under the Lord's gaze. She made a demand for control over my movements, a request that clashed harshly with the trust I sought to build through faith. "I don't feel comfortable with this," I declared, my voice firm with conviction, echoing the wisdom of Scripture: "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding." "If God guides our relationship, there is no need for that kind of control between us. We must trust in Him to lead us." This invasive condition felt like a violation of the sacred covenant I desired—a test, perhaps, of my steadfast faith in divine providence over earthly control.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding."
Proverbs 3:5 — ESV
Her reaction was not one of understanding or godly discourse but of raw anger and distress. Her demeanor shifted like a storm erupting over still waters—she grew distraught, her tone seething with rage, as if a mask had fallen to reveal a stranger. I reflected, sensing spiritual deception at play. She turned completely, her fury exploding as she insisted that controlling me would make her feel "comfortable," that she needed authority over my every move. It felt wrong; a deep unease gnawed at my spirit. The Holy Spirit stirred within me, a powerful whisper commanding, "Deny her, do not give in." I recognized this as a critical test of faith, one of the most defining I had ever faced, a trial orchestrated by forces beyond the physical realm.
"Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour."
1 Peter 5:8 — ESV
"I trust in the Lord," I told her resolutely. "There's no reason for us to do this. I don't seek to control you, and there's no reason for you to seek control over me. That's the end of it." Her anger only flared hotter, demanding an apology for my refusal, but I stood unyielding as a rock in a tempest. "No, I'm not going to apologize for trusting in the Lord," I proclaimed, my voice a fortress of faith against the storm of her wrath. Even as I pressed her, "Don't you trust in the Lord?" she evaded, her silence a piercing confirmation of the spiritual battle raging beneath the surface. Her refusal to affirm faith in God echoed the warning of false spirits: "Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, for many false prophets have gone out into the world."
I felt ensnared in something vast, a struggle I couldn't fully comprehend but knew was linked to the divine encounters awaiting me. I longed for a companion on this path, yet through this trial, I began to see that, for now, this journey might be mine alone to walk with the Lord. "There are still so many things I must endure," I admitted, grappling with feelings of unworthiness. "No matter how often I kneel, no matter my efforts, I feel it's not enough for the Lord. I know I am not worthy of this calling or the wonders He may reveal. I've stumbled in the past, but this—this is real." Yet, in my heart, my trust in God burned unquenchable. "I will never waver in my faith in Him," I vowed, a resolve forged in the fire of this test, as Scripture affirms: "But he knows the way that I take; when he has tried me, I shall come out as gold."
"But he knows the way that I take; when he has tried me, I shall come out as gold."
Job 23:10 — ESV
On February 1st, 2024, as a season of trial peaked, I received a divine confirmation of my calling that shook the very core of my soul. The weeks leading up to this day had been relentless—spiritual warfare pressing in from every side, the enemy testing my resolve, my faith stretched to its breaking point. Yet something was building. I could feel it in my spirit like the pressure before a storm. I had been singing, "Jesus is coming, Jesus is coming," a chant of expectant faith mirroring the prophetic hope of Christ's return. I sang it over and over, not knowing why, driven by something deeper than understanding.
That morning, I had offered a prayer of gratitude, kneeling in reverence on the floor of my home: "Thank you, Lord, thank you, Father, thank you to all the angels, all the warriors, thank you to all of God's creations, terrestrials and celestials. I love you all so much." The words poured from me like water breaking through a dam. Little did I know, the Father would indeed descend upon His throne that day to anoint me, affirming my calling in a way that surpassed anything human expectation could fathom.
In a moment of deep, reverent prayer, I was anointed by the Lord—set apart, consecrated, sealed for a sacred purpose beyond mortal grasp. I felt it happen—a fire that started in my chest and radiated outward through my entire being, a heat that was not painful but transformative, as if every cell in my body was being rewritten by the hand of God. Then the Spirit compelled me outside. Stepping into the open air of my backyard, I looked up, and a vision of unparalleled glory unfolded across the entire sky.
What I saw echoed the heavenly throne described in Revelation 4—the sky itself became a canvas of divine power. From a majestic formation in the heavens, a beam of rainbow-colored light, radiant and pulsating with divine power, streamed directly toward me. The colors were not of this earth—hues that have no names in any human language, shifting and alive with holy energy. Dark clouds, laden with malevolent intent, formed a tangible force of opposition on every side, seeking to block this sacred light, but their efforts were in vain. The light cut through them like a sword through shadow.
"The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?"
Psalm 27:1 — ESV
In that instant, a transformation overwhelmed me unlike anything I had known—even beyond December 5th. I felt an immense surge of connection to the Lord Jesus Christ, as if the Almighty's very essence flowed through my veins, through my breath, through my thoughts. Every sense was heightened beyond human capacity. I could feel the spiritual realm overlaid upon the physical, two worlds occupying the same space. With uncontainable excitement, I rushed inside to gaze at myself in the mirror. There, I saw my eye had changed from brown to blue—a visible, physical mark of this supernatural encounter that I could see with my own eyes.
In a burst of exhilaration, I called out to the woman who was with me, "The Lord is here! The Lord is here!" But her response was starkly different; she appeared distraught, her mood dark and detached from the profound moment unfolding. Everything about her seemed steeped in unhappiness, as if my joy and the divine presence failed to touch her.
I returned outside, and what unfolded was a battle in the sky—a cosmic clash of kingdoms playing out above my backyard. Radiant beams of divine light collided with swirling shadows of darkness in a war that spanned the entire horizon. The Lord Jesus Christ, in His sovereign authority, spoke to me with a voice like thunder that I heard not with my ears but in the very marrow of my bones, commanding, "Point at the dark clouds and banish them. Blow your breath on them and send them into the abyss." With unwavering faith and a boldness I had never known, I obeyed. I raised my hand to point at the ominous clouds, banishing them in the name of the Lord. And they scattered. The darkness fled. The light emerged triumphant, flooding the sky with golden glory.
This anointing was a seal of my covenant with God, reminiscent of Daniel's visions of the Ancient of Days upon His throne: "His clothing was white as snow, and the hair of his head like pure wool; his throne was fiery flames; its wheels were burning fire." I stood as a vessel chosen by the Lord, marked for a mission to unfold in His timing.
"His clothing was white as snow, and the hair of his head like pure wool; his throne was fiery flames; its wheels were burning fire."
Daniel 7:9 — ESV
This triumph mirrored the spiritual warfare in Revelation, where Michael and his angels fought the dragon and his forces, casting them out by God's authority: "Now war arose in heaven, Michael and his angels fighting against the dragon. And the dragon and his angels fought back, but he was defeated, and there was no longer any place for them in heaven." I stood in awe of this cosmic battle, recognizing it as a reflection of the personal trial I had endured—a microcosm of the greater war between light and darkness. How great is the Lord Jesus Christ, who secured this victory on that sacred day, affirming His eternal promise!
To God be ALL the glory—forever and ever. For it is not by my strength, not by my might, but by His Spirit alone that I stand. Every word of this testimony exists to magnify His holy name. He is the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, and His love endures through every age. Praise be to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit—one God, now and forevermore.
As the personal confrontation with this woman intertwined with the greater spiritual battle, her challenge intensified—a test in human form, pulling me to follow her path instead of God's. Then the Lord directed, "Go inside and get her." I returned indoors, finding her, and urged with urgency, "You need to come outside." Following divine instruction, I spoke with authority over whatever was opposing the Lord's work in that hour. I held her face gently and prayed, urging her to step outside with me.
She followed, trembling and tearful, without resistance, her silence heavy with unspoken turmoil. "It's okay, don't worry," I reassured her. "Just trust in the Lord. It'll be okay." She kept her head down, shaking, until I pressed, "You have to look, honey, you have to look." At first, nothing happened when the light touched her. Then the Lord revealed, "She has her contacts in." I instructed, "You have to take your contact out, honey." She complied, removing it, and when she looked again, a beam of divine light struck her eye.
In that moment, I beheld a transformation—a divine glory resting upon her, undeniable and holy. My jaw dropped in awe. Not only had I seen my own eye change from brown to blue earlier that day, but now I witnessed another transformation—this time in her. It was the second profound change I beheld that day, both triggered by divine beams striking our eyes, marking undeniable encounters with the Lord's power.
"When Moses came down from Mount Sinai... he did not know that the skin of his face shone because he had been talking with God."
Exodus 34:29 — ESV
She appeared calm, her fear replaced by an otherworldly stillness. She turned to me and asked softly, "Can I go back inside now?" "Of course, go inside," I replied, still reeling from what I had witnessed. As she returned indoors and gazed at herself in the mirror, the residual effects of the transformation were evident on her face. I knew she understood what had happened—it was undeniable. Yet she remained guarded, even after this divine moment.
The Lord then impressed upon me that she could not stay. After she went back inside, I remained outside to behold the rest of the divine spectacle, to commune with the Lord in that sacred space. I praised Him fervently, saying, "How wonderful this is, Lord! I am so grateful to experience this!" As I worshiped, the sky transformed into a canvas of celestial glory, majestic beyond words. I could see the scars of the battle lingering in the heavens, remnants of the cosmic clash between light and darkness.
The Lord spoke, instructing, "Get your camera, and take a picture." Obeying, I captured images of the aftermath—pictures of the battle's end, and even a striking image of the throne with the four beasts surrounding it, as described in Revelation: "And around the throne, on each side of the throne, are four living creatures." These photographs stood as proof of this divine encounter, tangible evidence beyond any single witness. I knew this was something I could never fabricate, a reality etched in both memory and image.
"And around the throne, on each side of the throne, are four living creatures."
Revelation 4:6 — ESV
The Lord then declared, "The battle has been won. We have been victorious. Now you can go rest." With those words, every attack, every force against me ceased—it was over. That very day, the division came. She packed her belongings and left. We spoke only once more, a conversation marked by lingering bitterness, and then she was gone from my life after a brief season.
Her departure left me with a profound realization. Whatever the nature of the trial she carried into my life, her presence had challenged my faith at a critical juncture. Strengthened by the Holy Spirit and the visions I had received, I recognized the deception from the start. I rebuked her influence in the name of Jesus Christ, clinging to my faith, remembering the assurance of God's refuge: "Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you."
"Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you."
James 4:7 — ESV
Through fervent prayer, steadfast trust in the Lord, and the direct intervention of divine light, her hold was broken, and I emerged from this trial with an even stronger resolve to follow God's path. This was not merely a personal conflict but a spiritual battle, intertwined with the cosmic struggle I witnessed in the sky, affirming that every step of my journey—even the most painful tests—was under the sovereign gaze of the Almighty, shaping me for a purpose beyond my understanding.
From that moment forward, I have been in constant communion with the Lord, working on the tasks and missions entrusted to me. All glory to the Father, who fought for me when I could not fight for myself. All glory to the Son, Jesus Christ, who stood beside me and called me cousin. All glory to the Holy Spirit, who whispered guidance in every moment of trial. The battle was won that day. The light triumphed. And I stand as a living witness to His power, His love, and His unshakable faithfulness.
Since that sacred day, the Lord has not been silent. He has continued to speak, to reveal, to pour out His Spirit upon me with prophecies and revelations about the days to come. As the prophet Joel declared, "And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, and your young men shall see visions." I, Logos, have been entrusted with words from the throne of God—prophetic utterances about what is coming upon this generation and the world. These are not my words but His, spoken through a vessel He chose to break and rebuild for His glory.
"And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy."
Joel 2:28 — ESV
The Lord has shown me things that have not yet come to pass—visions of what lies ahead for the nations, for the church, and for those who call upon His name. I tremble at the weight of these revelations, for they are not given lightly. Every prophecy the Lord has entrusted to me is recorded and shared for one purpose alone: to glorify the Most High God and to prepare His people for what is to come. As it is written, "Surely the Lord God does nothing, without revealing his secret to his servants the prophets."
"Surely the Lord God does nothing, without revealing his secret to his servants the prophets."
Amos 3:7 — ESV
What happened to me on February 1st, 2024 was not new.
I did not know this at the time. When the fire started in my chest, when the sky split open and the rainbow beam cut through the darkness, when the Lord spoke and told me to point at the clouds and banish them — I thought I was the only person in history this had ever happened to. I was wrong. God has been doing this since the beginning, and He has been doing it the same way every time. The pattern is written across Scripture, across centuries — and it matches what I experienced detail for detail.
I share this not to prove myself. I share it because the Lord told me to write what I have seen and received. And part of what I have received is the understanding that my anointing is not an anomaly. It is a continuation of something ancient and ongoing. The same throne. The same fire. The same God. A different century.
In every biblical anointing, the first thing that happens is the same: the barrier between heaven and earth is removed.
When Jesus was baptized in the Jordan, Matthew records that the heavens were opened. But Mark uses a stronger word — in the Greek, he says the heavens were "torn apart," as if the sky itself was ripped from above. The Spirit descended from that opening in visible, bodily form, and the Father's voice spoke from within it: "This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased." Three things happened at once — the sky opened, something descended, and God declared a purpose. On February 1st, my sky opened, a beam descended, and God spoke my commission. The same pattern. The same God.
When Ezekiel stood by the river Chebar, the heavens opened and he saw visions of God — a figure surrounded by fire, seated on sapphire, with a radiance around Him that he described as looking like a rainbow in the clouds. When Stephen was being stoned to death, he looked up and saw the heavens opened and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God. The sky does not open by accident. It opens when God is about to move.
"And when he came up out of the water, immediately he saw the heavens being torn open and the Spirit descending on him like a dove."
Mark 1:10 — ESV
In every biblical anointing, after the heavens open, something comes down. Not up — down. From the throne to the person. The anointing is always directional: it originates with God and lands on a specific person.
At the Jordan, the Spirit descended like a dove and rested on Jesus — not near Him, not around Him, but on Him. Directed. Personal. On the road to Damascus, a light from heaven brighter than the midday sun struck Saul to the ground. It did not illuminate the landscape — it targeted one man. On the day of Pentecost, tongues of fire appeared and rested on each person individually — not a bonfire they gathered around, but individual flames that descended from above and landed on specific heads. Each person received their own beam.
The prophet Habakkuk described it this way: "His brightness was like the light; rays flashed from His hand, and there He veiled His power." Rays. From His hand. Directed. And within those rays, His power was hidden — veiled inside the beam itself.
On February 1st, a beam of rainbow-colored light streamed from the sky directly toward me. Not scattered. Not ambient. A beam — aimed, intentional, personal. And within that beam, I felt the power of God rewriting every cell in my body.
"His brightness was like the light; rays flashed from His hand, and there He veiled His power."
Habakkuk 3:4 — ESV
In every biblical anointing, the person who receives it is physically, visibly changed. The anointing does not remain invisible. It marks the body.
When Saul of Tarsus was struck by the light on the Damascus road, he was blinded for three days. The anointing took his sight — then restored it through the hands of Ananias. Scales fell from his eyes. What he saw after was not what he saw before. His eyes were physically changed by the encounter.
At the Transfiguration, Jesus' face shone like the sun and His clothes became white as light — not metaphorically, but visibly, in front of Peter, James, and John. The glory of God physically altered Christ's appearance in front of witnesses.
On February 1st, my eye changed from brown to blue. Not a feeling. Not a spiritual impression. A measurable, observable change in the color of my iris. The anointing left a physical mark — the same way it marked Paul's eyes and transfigured the Lord's appearance.
"And as he was praying, the appearance of his face was altered, and his clothing became dazzling white."
Luke 9:29 — ESV
In every biblical anointing, a voice speaks. Not a vague impression — a voice carrying a commission that the recipient is expected to obey.
At the Jordan: "This is my beloved Son." A declaration of identity and purpose. On the Damascus road: "Rise and enter the city, and you will be told what you are to do." A commission with specific instructions. To Isaiah, standing before the throne: "Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?" And Isaiah answered: "Here am I. Send me."
On February 1st, the Lord Jesus Christ spoke to me in the marrow of my bones: "Point at the dark clouds and banish them. Blow your breath on them and send them into the abyss." I obeyed. The darkness scattered. That was my commission — not a suggestion, but a command from the throne, delivered during the anointing, in the same pattern He has used since He sent Moses to Egypt and Isaiah to Israel.
"And I heard the voice of the Lord saying, 'Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?' Then I said, 'Here am I! Send me.'"
Isaiah 6:8 — ESV
The pattern does not end with the biblical canon. The earliest Christian writings outside the Bible describe the same mechanism.
The Gospel of Philip, preserved in the Nag Hammadi collection and dating to the second or third century, states plainly: "The Father anointed the Son, and the Son anointed the apostles, and the apostles anointed us." A chain of anointing descending from the throne. Philip also writes: "Whoever is anointed has everything: the resurrection, the light, the cross, the Holy Spirit." Light is specifically named as one of the things received through the anointing.
Philip makes another statement that stopped me cold: "The chrism is superior to baptism. We are called Christians from the word chrism, not from the word baptism." The anointing is greater than the washing. My encounter with the Father on December 5th — the vision, the throne, "Come on in" — was the baptism. My anointing on February 1st — the fire, the beam, the transformation — was the chrism. Philip's order matches my timeline exactly. The baptism came first. The anointing came second. The anointing was greater.
The Trimorphic Protennoia, another early text, describes the divine anointing as "the glory of the Invisible Spirit" descending upon the chosen one — glory from above, arriving as light, transforming the recipient.
I do not cite these ancient texts to challenge Scripture. I cite them because they confirm it. Writers who lived within decades of the apostles described the same God doing the same thing in the same way — opening the heavens, sending light from the throne, physically transforming the recipient, and commissioning them to speak.
"The Father anointed the Son, and the Son anointed the apostles, and the apostles anointed us."
Gospel of Philip — Nag Hammadi Library
What happened to me was not an anomaly. It was not a hallucination. It was not a breakdown. It was the same God who tore open the sky over the Jordan, who blinded Saul on a desert road, who sent tongues of flame onto one hundred and twenty heads in an upper room — the same God, doing the same thing He has always done, to a man who had been crying out since childhood.
He did not invent a new method for me. He used the ancient one. Because He does not change. His methods do not change. His love does not change. And the anointing that sealed the apostles is the same anointing that sealed me.
I did not earn it. I did not deserve it. I simply ran out of wax on a bed in December, and God said enough. Two months later, He sent the fire. And the fire changed everything.
All glory to God the Father, who opened the heavens. All glory to the Son, who spoke from within the beam. All glory to the Holy Spirit, who set the fire in my chest and rewrote every cell. The pattern holds. It has always held. And it will hold until He comes again.
"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever."
Hebrews 13:8 — ESV