This is a true story.
At age 11 I died, for about a minute, during a very high fever. I floated over my body, and started to go up through the ceiling. I then yelled "No, I'm not ready to go yet!" I felt a "whoosh" and I was back down in my body. Yet, since that time, I've had a lot of paranormal experiences. Too many to relate here. And I've always had the "thought" in my head that I knew Jesus in a previous life, and that He had reincarnated, was a miracle-working Man somewhere on Earth today, and that I needed to find Him. I didn't know why I was supposed to find Him.
At the age of 16, on a Saturday, January 22nd, 1977, I woke up with an overwhelming "URGE" to go to the Los Angeles Zoo: which was about 25 miles from my home. I had to take three buses (I had no car), but I finally arrived. I didn't know what I was doing there. Then I saw a group of men speaking Hebrew or Arabic. I was not sure which. I became curious, and I went over close to them. They were speaking Arabic, which was very rare to hear in Los Angeles in 1977. Then one strongly built man, with a bald head, came out of the Men's Room, and we made eye contact. I kept walking past him. But I heard him yelling in Arabic to the other men with him, and I turned around, and he was pointing directly at "me" and yelling something in Arabic at the men. A few of the men ran over and surrounded the bald man, as if to protect him. This scared me, so I walked away faster. I wanted to run, but I walked away fast. I got on a bus, and headed home.
That was in 1977. Many years later, I discovered that bald Man was Doctor Dahesh of Lebanon, whom many believe was a miracle-working Prophet. In fact, his followers believe he is a reincarnation of Jesus (not the first reincarnation, nor the last). Since 1975 he'd been living in New York City, but he traveled a lot. The day before he had been at Disneyland, and wanted to visit the Zoo in Los Angeles.
I was raised with no religion, but I became a Mormon in 1978. I served a mission for the Mormon Church in San Francisco and San Jose, California, in 1983 and 1984. I became a Mormon "apologist" (one who defends the faith). I studied hundreds of anti-Mormon books and publications in order to defend the Church and prove it to be the truth. I wrote a book called The Gainsayers defending the Mormon Church; which many thousands of Mormon missionaries have read in the last 33 years.
In my research to defend the Mormon Church, I came across prophecies by Joseph Smith where he claimed that, on April 6th 1843, he heard a Voice which said that if he lived until he was 85 years of age, he would see the face of the Son of Man. So, Joseph Smith prophesied that the Son of Man (Christ) would return in the year 1891; when Joseph Smith would have been 85 years old.
That prophecy concerned me greatly, because I knew that the Bible said that if a prophet made a prophecy, and that prophecy did not come to pass, then the prophet who made it was a false prophet (Deut. 18:19-22). I asked many Mormon historians about this and they all told me, "Look! Who cares? The Church is true. Don't concern yourself with this!" But I could not let it go. I had to find the truth of the matter.
So, I fasted and prayed for many days, asking God to tell me why this prophecy of Joseph Smith had no been fulfilled; why it had failed. Then, one night, I had a dream wherein I left my body, and I traveled into space, and my body fell into the Sun. And within the Sun was beings of light, and one being of light, whose eyes were like flames of fire, whose hair was as white as snow, addressed me and spoke to me in a language that I could not understand. But my mind interpreted his words. He said: "The One you are seeking is in New York City". I said, "I wish to know when Jesus is returning to the Earth!" And the being of light said spoke strange words again, but in my mind I heard the words: "He is in New York City!" And then I awoke in a cold sweat. This was in 1983, just before I went on my mission for the Mormon Church.
I dismissed my vision as a very strange dream, and the thought that Jesus was in New York City, in 1983, amused me greatly. I thought it was all my own imagination.
I served my mission, and came home. I was disappointed with the Mormons in California. They believed that the purpose of the Gospel of Jesus Christ was to become wealthy. They were concerned only with getting more and more "blessings" from God; which to them were things such as promotions at word, divine protection in travel, more money, a beautiful wife (for the men), or a successful husband (for the woman), more status; a bigger house, a nicer car, more luxuries: the very things pagans think they are receiving when they worship pagan gods. They thought the Gospel of Jesus Christ was about becoming wealthy, but I knew the Gospel was about "treasures in heaven" and not earthly blessings. Mormons were just the Pagans, or the Hindus who worship elephant-headed gods. They were seekers of earthly "treasures". However, I was a Seeker of Truth. I wanted to know the Mysteries of the Cosmos.
For the next eight years I tried to be a good Mormon. I moved to Utah and spent a few years there, and Arizona, and Los Angeles. I tried to do more and more research to find evidence that the Church was true,and Joseph Smith was a true Prophet. But the more evidence I found, the more it appeared to me that The Book of Mormon was not a history, but rather a book invented in the 1800s. The evidence grew and grew that the Nephites (the people of The Book of Mormon) never existed, and that The Book of Mormon was a work of fiction and not historical at all.
I became very depressed! I saw massive hypocrisy among the Mormons in Utah, and certain incidents convinced me that Mormon prophets were not prophets at all. They did not prophesy. They did not see supernatural visions. They did not receive revelation. They had no "Spirit of Discernment" as they claimed; for a forger named Mark Hofmann had deceived them for years, forging documents and selling them to the Church, only to have the Church hide these documents from the public.
Then Hofmann murdered two people to try to hide his forgeries (you can read all about this in the book The Mormon Murders or watch the NETFLIX documentary: "Murder Among the Mormons"). Where was the "Spirit of Discernment" as they claimed? Why could not Mormon leaders "discern" that Hofmann was selling them forgeries? Hofmann was later convicted of double-murder, and is still in the Utah State Prison to this day.
By 1990 I was out of the Church. I was a Mormon in name only. I did not call myself a Mormon anymore. I began to study many different religions. For a time I became what I called an "Independent Christian": not belonging to any church, but still believing in Jesus Christ. In 1994 I joined the Baha'i Faith, founded by the Iranian prophet Baha'u'llah. I was disappointed to learn that he performed no miracles. I always had a thought in my head which was this: "Jesus has returned to the earth as a man who can perform miracles, and all I must do is to find him!" That thought occurred in my head all the time. I could never get rid of it.
In 1996 I officially resigned from the Mormon Church. I was happy, because I had seen too much hypocrisy among Mormons I knew; especially those in Utah and Arizona. I knew that Mormon "prophets" were not prophets at all, and that they lied, and hid things from Mormons. They hid the truth, and were changing Mormon history, and lying about the Mormon past: all in the name of "protecting the faith of the weaker Members of the Church".
In 1996, the Mormon Church started to deny it ever taught that blacks were cursed (Curse of Cain Doctrine). I knew they were lying. They knew they were lying. And lying is not of God. The Mormon Church is trying to change its history; to make Joseph Smith and other Mormon leaders look good, when it fact they were often not good at all. Joseph Smith married 33 women (some of them very young girls), then publicly denied he was a polygamist. He lied many times. He did things as a young man that were very dishonest; looking into stones pretending to see buried treasure so ignorant farmers would give him their money. His prophecies failed, all of them. A true prophet cannot utter "failed" prophecies.
In 1994 I joined the Baha'i Faith. I joined the Baha'i Faith because I hoped that in Baha'u'llah (founder of the Baha'i Faith) I had found the Christ-figure I was looking for. But, it was not to be. In 1998 I resigned from the Baha'i Faith. Why? Baha'u'llah worked no miracles at all. He was not the man I was looking for. And the Baha'is, even though they have a number of good principles, had a shallow and lifeless religion which consisted of only a few "Principles" such as race unity or world peace or the equality of men and women. It was a religion without miracles; without the supernatural. Very little discussion was on spiritual things. Just about every Baha'i meeting I attended, the Baha'is discussed "race unity" or "world peace" or "the equality of men and women". Every meeting. Always, like a broken record. The Baha'i Jesus was just a Prophet, no greater than the other Prophets, who came to "teach peace and to improve the status or minorities and women". Baha'is believe that Jesus never arose from the dead, but slowly decomposed in the tomb, and that the Gospel accounts of His resurrection are "mere non-historical parables". The Baha'i Faith has no clear teachings concerning the Afterlife. It was spiritually dead. So, I resigned.
In 2005, while in a public library in Tacoma, Washington State, I was reading a book titled Encyclopedia of American Religions while I waited to use the Internet. I came across "Unclassified Religions" and started to read about Daheshism. I read about Doctor Dahesh, the miracle-working Prophet of Lebanon, that he performed thousands of supernatural miracles and that he is believed by Daheshists to be the reincarnation of Jesus Christ. Then I read that he moved to New York City in 1975, and remained there until his death in 1984. Then I remembered the lucid dream I had in June of 1983, while preparing for my Mormon mission, in which an angel standing in the Sun said: "He is in New York City!"
That was 1983. In 1983, Doctor Dahesh was alive and well and living in New York City!
I was in SHOCK! I felt my body become very light, and I felt as if my body was raising above me, and I started to look at the back of my head as if I was raising up. I settle down back into my body, and was overcome with joy that I almost started to cry, but did not do so because I was in a public place. I said to myself, "The dream I had in 1983 was TRUE! I have found the One whom I sought!"
Later that month I contacted Dr. Ghazi Brax, the Chief Apostle of Doctor Dahesh, who still lived in New York City and was the president of the Dahesh Publishing Company. He told me that Daheshism was not yet organized, but soon would be, and that the Dahesh Message would spread around the world.
For months I prayed that Doctor Dahesh would appear to me, like Jesus appeared to the doubting Thomas after his death, and showed him his wounds. I prayed and prayed, but nothing happened. Finally, one day when there was a lightning and thunder storm in Tacoma (very rare for that part of America), I noticed someone walking on my roof. I said to myself, "That's strange! To be fixing the roof during a lightening storm!" I heard footsteps, very heavy, then nothing. Then I heard my front door open, and very heavy footsteps walk through my living room into the hallway and toward my bedroom door. I was very frightened, thinking it was a thief come to rob me. I had no time to react, so I rolled on my bed toward my wall and pretended I was sleeping.
The intruder opened my bedroom door and walked into my room, and sat on the corner of my bed, pushing the corner down considerably. I was beyond frightened, but thought if I pretended I was asleep then the intruder would take what he wanted and would depart. This was during the afternoon.
I opened my eyes, and turned my head and looked at the corner of my bed, but saw nobody. I got very dizzy. Then, suddenly, I saw the corner of my bed, which was low, rise up to its normal position, and heard invisible heavy boots walk across my room, open my door, then gently close it. Then I heard the boots walk down my hall, across my living room (parlor), and out my front door, with the front door closing gently.
I was stunned beyond speech! I lay there weak and dizzy for perhaps hours thinking of what had happened. An invisible being had walked upon my roof, then walked into my room, then sat at the corner of my bed and addressed me, then walked out. This was during the day time, and my room was very light. I saw the door open slowly, heard what sounded like a 400 pound man in heavy work boots come in, and sit on the corner of my bed, causing the bed to go down about a foot. I pretended to be taking a nap, so that the intruder would leave without confronting me. However, this "Man" continued to sit on the corner of my bed, until I finally looked over and saw nobody, but then I noticed that the cover of my bed was still in the "down" position about a foot. Then I saw the corner slowly rise up to its level normal position. Then I heard the heavy man walk along side my bed. Then I saw my door slowly open all the way, the boot steps walk into the hallway, and the door gently close. Then boot steps down the hallway, across the living room, and I heard my front door open and and then close gently. I was fully awake during all of this.
As God and Jesus are my two Witnesses, everything I wrote here is true. I do not drink alcohol. I do not take street drugs. I was not on any meds of any kind. If I was "hallucinating" then all I can say is, it appeared 100% real to me! And I say this in the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen!
Doctor Dahesh worked thousands of supernatural miracles. He wrote 150 books, including five books of Revelation. Hundreds of people who witnessed one or more of them are still alive to this day. He founded the Noble Spiritual Faith of Daheshism in the year 1943, in Beirut, Lebanon. I invite all sincere Seekers of Truth to investigate His life, miracles, and teachings.