The Medford Process
The Medford process took place shortly after my birthday, November 24th, 2022. the summary of the situation is, I was overrun by the Holy Spirit, and it resulted in a series of events that can only be described as absolutley insane. I’m certain to anyone watching I looked like was losing my marbles. But I wasn’t. I was being taken on a journey with the LORD. And in that journey, I was shown things. In reality, I was shown too many things to ever properly be able to express what I was shown in its totality. But I will share some of what took place, and briefly contextualize is testimonial relevance to everything else.
The following events took place during the this time period:
The Holy Spirit told me that I had to tell one of my friends that they either had to tell me the truth or I had to let them go. They did not tell me the truth and still have not to this day.
When praying with my wife, the Holy Spirt blew as though a gust of wind. Specifically when we were praying and when there was no other wind.
There was a weird emphasis on LOT. Like the Lord keep pointing to the word LOT everywhere I went.
I was given an alarm of sudden destruction. As though the Bay were going to be destroyed within 24 to 48 hours. I told friends and family and made for the hills.
It was at this time I was told to post Jeremiah onto Facebook. I deleted it. In this moment, I regret doing that.
On the journey, during some time in the forrest, the car was surrounded by deer and rabbits, that walked with us for around a mile or so. My wife was sleep at the time. I did not wake her up, nor did I take a picture.
At some point, through a series of events that maybe will be shared one day, and maybe won’t, I ended up in a pond next to a tree in Oregon. It was freezing cold.
The mud of the pond wrapped around my feet and I could not move without taking off my shoes. I am not saying that the mud was heavy. I am not saying that the mud was thick. I am saying, that as though some weight held me, I could not take my feet out of the mud without taking off my shoes. My shoes were left there and I wandered without shoes the entire night.
I was told to get rid off my Chiefs jacket, my shoes, my phone and the Bible that I was carrying with me at the time.
I was told to dip my head under the water. In the freezing cold.
I was told to walk down a drain pipe that came to a dead end. At that deadend, I saw tadpoles in the water and grasshoppers above the water. Over time, I came to realize the LORD was showing me darkness, a long walk through darkness and then pleagues.
I was told to walk back out, and then out of the pond and through a thorn patch.
While walking over this thorn patch, every time I thought of sin, I was poked in the foot. Whenever I didn’t I was able to over just fine.
I wandered and wandered and wandered throughout the area the entire night. By the time I finally rested in the morning, the skin of my feet was flayed, and the pain was unbearable.
I saw two trucks turn on all by themselves, with no human being there to turn them on.
I was direct to golf course. And then directed to a port-a-potty in the middle of the golf course. I was made to sit in the port-a-potty for a time, and then I was able to walk out.
‘I was told to stop at a Gay club. It was closed at the time. I was just told to stop there and be there for a moment.
I was told about perversions, all types of pervsersions. I mean, I am guilty of some things but this, this was much much darker. This was the intentional sexual breakdown of the family, the intent of distorting the mother/son and father/daughter relationship. A sex bomb, if you will. But a secret. A secret second layer of life unseen in “regular life.”
I was told to sit in a car for a little while and wait. It was like a little classic 1920’s town car kind of thing. It was like 12 or 1 in the morning. I was freezing.
I wandered. I had to walk many, many miles.
Eventually, I hid in a shed, where I stayed until the sun came up. When it finally did, I grabbed a stick or a handled and walked to the nearest town. I looked crazy. No one acknowledged me. Everything was closed. Except for a church.
I was given an option by the LORD, walk away from my life or go to this Church. My feet hurt. I was tired. I was afraid. I missed my wife. I chose the church.
Again, once I stopped moving, after walking on dirt and concrete and rocks all night and all morning, my feet were shot. It was an increadible pain, unique in a way. I’ve felt pain, but this was something different. Eventually they gave me Tylenol and wrapped up my feet. My wife and our friend came and picked me up.
This is a summary list, and I could keep listing several things. There was so much more that happened during this time period, but here’s why it matters.
From this moment on, nothing has been the same. Especially in terms of my sight. I’ve been able to see things I was never able to see before in a variety of ways. In people, in pictures, in scripture, in culture.
Additionally, the LORD laid out several elements of my mission in this experienced, while also correcting me and laying the foundatrion for future correction because I’m not great at this, and the LORD has to correct me a lot. In this case, part of the correction was understanding the serious of this war, of his WORD and of his gifts, and also the seriousness of the enemy.
Medford, was when the LORD told me that I had to grow up, whether I liked it or not. Because HE IS Coming, and WAR is on the horizon.
HE Wins though.
