Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Praying in Tongues

Dreams from the LORD 2007-2010
22 February 2008

A little over a week ago, I was walking out of Kooskia, Idaho when this lady picked me up. Her name was Fran and she lived in the Kooskia neighborhood. We started talking and she told me that she had been trying to quit cigarettes for quite some time. I asked her if she would like for me to pray with her. She agreed and pulled over by the river and let her dog run around for a while. I put my hand on Fran’s shoulder and began to pray in the Holy Ghost (praying in tongues).

I prayed for a short while and then Fran looked at me and told me that she could pick out some of the words that I was saying. (Since around April of 1989, I have been praying in a French tongue. Before that, I spoke in another tongue.) She told me that it sounded like the French spoken in the Caribbean or in Asia (probably the former French Indonesia). Fran recognized the words: “Father”, “heaven”, “church”, “mother”, “feeding” and maybe a couple of other words. She said that she had studied French for nine years. I told her that I had studied German for two years in high school and one year in college—and that I had never studied French in my life.

I remember I was hitchhiking in Montana a few years ago, and this one guy picked me up and he asked me to pray in the Holy Ghost. He said that he was a French major in college and that he had spent several years in France. He told me that the tongue that I prayed in sounded like the French spoken in the Middle Ages.

Two or three years ago, I was staying in Pomeroy, Washington with a family and I laid my hands on the husband and the son and prayed in the Holy Ghost. The wife had studied French and she said that she heard me say, “it is so, it is so” and, I think, “praise.”

Back in the fall of 1989, I was taking a linguistics class at Iowa State University and there was this young lady from Kuwait in that same class. I asked her what languages she knew and she told me that she new Arabic, English and French. So I told her that I was a Pentecostal Christian (she was probably a Muslim) and that I prayed in tongues. She asked me to pray, and after I had prayed just for a short while, she got this surprised, flabbergasted look on her face.

She looked at me in great wonder and asked, “You don’t know what you are saying?”

I answered, “No.”

She asked again, “You REALLY don’t know what you are saying?”

“No. I really don’t. I have never studied French.”

She kept staring at me in wonder and astonishment.

So I asked her, “Do you know what I am saying?”

With a beautiful smile, she answered, “You are singing to your Father up in the sky.”

We were all (there were several girls and myself) sitting on the floor outside the classroom door waiting for the class to begin. A couple of the girls asked me some questions about praying in tongues. The young lady from Kuwait kept staring at me.

A week or so later, the young lady from Kuwait told me that she went back to her apartment and told her younger sister about my praying in tongues. Her sister was more surprised than she was. I remember telling her to read about tongues in Acts 2: 4 and she told me that she had heard about praying in tongues before she had met me. Maybe the Lord used her to minister to her sister and she didn’t even know it. It seemed like her sister was more interested in tongues than she was. Sometimes that is how the Lord works. The Lord’s thoughts are higher than our thoughts; He can see much farther than we can. The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Acts 2: 1-11: “And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place. And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance. And there were dwelling at Jerusalem Jews, devout men, out of every nation under heaven. Now when this was noised abroad, the multitude came together, and were confounded, because that every man heard them speak in his own language. And they were all amazed and marveled, saying one to another, Behold, are not all these which speak Galileans? And how hear we every man in our own tongue, wherein we were born? Parthians, and Medes, and Elamites, and the dwellers in Mesopotamia, and in Judaea, and Cappadocia, in Pontus, and Asia, Phrygian, and Pamphylia, in Egypt, and in the parts of Libya about Cyrene, and strangers of Rome, Jews and proselytes, Cretes and Arabians, we do hear them speak in our tongues the wonderful works of God.”

The gift of tongues--is it for everyone?

Monday, April 23, 2012

A Dream about Hillary Clinton

Hillary Clinton

Dreams from the LORD 2007-2010
10 February 2008

Last night I had a dream about Senator Hillary Clinton. There were two scenes to the dream. In the first scene, Hillary Clinton was speaking to a large group of women (not feminists) inside this big building. These women were beautiful, godly and feminine; they were mothers and homemakers. As Hillary Clinton began to speak to these women, they began to attack her verbally—they were very angry with Hillary Clinton. Hillary Clinton’s countenance fell and her eyes became downcast and she became very uncomfortable being with all the mothers and homemakers.

In the second scene, Hillary Clinton was sitting with these beautiful, godly, feminine women (not feminists). But there was something different about Hillary—she was wearing a wig of black hair. It appeared like she wanted to disguise herself as a godly, feminine woman, but every woman there could see right through it. Hillary Clinton tried to speak, but all these godly women began to attack her verbally. Hillary Clinton began to frown; she slunk to the floor and wanted to crawl away, but couldn’t. The godly women continued to attack her verbally.

Hillary Clinton could probably be President of New York City or President of San Francisco and Berkeley, California, but she will never be President of the United States. Hillary Clinton is not a godly woman; she is a feminist. Whenever she opens her mouth it sounds like she was educated in Cuba or North Korea.

Hillary Clinton and Jezebel
The Death of Hillary Clinton
A Dream about Donald Trump
Hillary Clinton in JAIL

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Mother Teresa of Calcutta: False Christian

Dreams from the LORD 2007-2010
29 August 2007

On the 25th of August, I hitchhiked from Kooskia to Boise. I got dropped off in Boise and got something to eat at a McDonald’s restaurant. I read this newspaper article, while I was eating, and it was about Mother Teresa of Calcutta. The article said that during a crisis in her faith, she prayed to the Pope in 1958. She prayed to the Pope? You gotta be kidding me! Only a heathen moron would pray to the flogging Pope! Since I had first heard about Mother Teresa’s work in Calcutta, I had always scanned news articles to see if she ever talked about Jesus. She never did. Maybe she repented of her sin on her deathbed and asked Christ into her life, but I solemnly assure you: if she had the same nonfaith that she had in 1958 when she passed from this life, she is most definitely burning in hell.

Helping orphans or poor people in Calcutta or any other work will not appease God’s wrath--only the Blood of Jesus will. What horrible arrogance and pride to think that your work or effort can save you from hell. And Mother Teresa got a Nobel Peace Prize in 1979--she definitely made peace with the world system--the world absolutely loved her--but did she ever make peace with God through His son Jesus Christ? Again, maybe she got saved on her deathbed. I was never impressed with her life. Now, if she got saved (by grace through faith; not by works lest any man should boast), and later, when she could perceive the Lord’s voice speak to her spirit, and the Lord told her to go to Calcutta to help the poor--well then, that would be absolutely beautiful! That would be called a good work because the Lord told her to do it. The will of man always precedes a work; the will of God always precedes a good work. You can always judge a tree by its fruit.

I remember many years ago--it might have been in 1986 or 1987--this TV news program was interviewing Jimmy Swaggart (a well-known TV evangelist in the 1980s) and they asked him about Mother Teresa. He said that Mother Teresa’s working with the poor in Calcutta would not save her from hell. Let me tell you: the world let out a howl when he said that. How dare Jimmy Swaggart speak about Mother Teresa like that--the world was in love with Mother Teresa (but, of course, the world hates Jesus Christ with a perfect hatred). But Jimmy Swaggart spoke the truth: our works cannot save us; we are saved by grace through faith.

When Mother Teresa fed those poor people in Calcutta, did she give them the Bread from Heaven, that is, the Lord Jesus Christ (and I am not talking about that little cracker that some priest gives out during a so-called communion ritual at a church service)? (I am in constant communion with my Heavenly Father--it is a spiritual communion--it’s not eating crackers in some dead church) Or did she give them the food that perishes? Give people the Gospel first and then give them food for their bellies. Seek the Kingdom of Heaven first and everything else shall be added unto you. When we abide in Christ, we are broken bread and poured out wine (a sacrificial life--like Christ’s death on the Cross and his sacrificial ministry as he walked the earth) to those around us. If we abide in Christ, we can only bear much fruit to feed those hungry hearts that the Lord has placed in our path. If you don’t have a relationship with Jesus Christ, you are spiritually dead and you can only give people stale bread and swamp water. Abide in Christ and people will be drawn toward you and then you can give them the Bread from Heaven.


Hebrews 13: 13: “Let us go forth therefore unto him without the camp, bearing his reproach.”

I John 4: 5-6: “They are of the world: therefore speak they of the world, and the world heareth them. We are of God: he that knoweth God heareth us; he that is not of God heareth not us. Hereby know we the spirit of truth, and the spirit of error.”

The Last Supper

Tuesday, April 17, 2012



Dreams from the LORD 2003-2006
7 May 2005

Last night I was attacked by demons two different times while I was sleeping. I said, “Blood of Jesus” over and over till they left the room. I believe they attacked me because Trent and myself had a powerful prayer meeting last evening where we really stirred up a hornet’s nest. Praise the Lord! If Satan had any brains, he would not attack me like that. When I get attacked like I did last night, I know that I am destroying some satanic stronghold. I have come to destroy the works of the devil.


Yesterday I watched Gladiator again. It is such a great movie. The Presence of God was so strong as I watched that movie--I could barely keep my eyes open. Maximus sacrificed his life to save the Republic of Rome. As Christians we must sacrifice our lives to prevent people from going to hell and to promote liberty throughout the world.

Today I watched Saving Private Ryan again. I don’t know how many times I have seen this movie. I wept uncontrollably through different scenes of the film. I have to see Saving Private Ryan by myself—not because I tend to weep quite a bit when I see this movie—but because I am always extracting some significant detail or some symbolism from it that the Lord wants to show me. Those American, British and Canadian soldiers really paid the ultimate sacrifice when they shed their blood at Normandy in June 1944. Freedom is not free. The reason why there is freedom in certain places of the earth is because certain men died to gain that freedom or to protect that freedom.

Freedom is not free. Look how many years it took me to fight my way out of that dark dungeon called the Shey family and become free from satanic control and bondage. I fought for my freedom. If you (a man, a dictator) want to make me a slave, you can have my dead body. I am a bond-slave of Christ—which means I am a free man.

The Jerry Shey Family

Thursday, April 12, 2012


This morning I hitchhiked from Cedarville, California to Lakeview, Oregon.  This tractor-trailer pulled over and gave me a ride into Lakeview.  The driver said that he had picked me up before; he was a Christian and we had a great talk; he knew my friends in Cedarville.

So I got dropped off near the county courthouse in Lakeview.  I went to the library and asked the librarian where the barbershop was in Lakeview.  I spent some time on the Internet and then walked up main street.

I saw the barbershop and walked inside.  I was sitting there getting a haircut when this older man and lady walked into the shop.  We started talking and she told me that she had read my first book High Plains Drifter:  A Hitchhiking Journey Across America a while back!  That was a pleasant surprise.

I guess a friend of a friend of her's bought my book and then passed it on down.  We had a very engaging conversation.  She invited me to a local writers group that was meeting this evening.  I am not sure if I am going to make it.

Man, I tell you:  the Lord really knows how to put people in your path.  God's timing is everything.  A few weeks ago, I tried to hitchhike out of northern California, but it didn't happen.  I walked eight miles north and didn't get a ride.  So I changed direction, walked half a mile south, got a ride to this intersection and then waited five minutes and got a ride over Cedar Pass back to Cedarville.  So it was God's will that I leave today and meet that lady in the barbershop in Lakeview, Oregon.

Obedience is better than sacrifice--which is another way of saying that it is a good idea to obey the Lord.

A Short Hitchhiking Trip
Book Review:  High Plains Drifter

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Blaise Pascal

Blaise Pascal, 1623-1662

Back in 2002 this guy picked me up while I was hitchhiking through Humboldt, Iowa.  A few months later he saw me walking through Estherville, Iowa and showed me Ezekiel 21: 27 (which is very significant to me).  He later sent me a letter and told me about Blaise Pascal (1623-1662) and a book written about him by Karen Armstrong.  I have read maybe one page of Pascal’s Pensees.

Armstrong writes:  “On the night of November 23, 1654, Blaise himself had an experience which lasted ‘from about half-past ten in the evening till about half an hour after midnight’ (November 24) and which showed him that his faith had been too remote and academic.  After his death, his ‘Memorial’ of this revelation was found stitched into his doublet:


          ‘God of Abraham, God of Isaac, God of Jacob’
          Not of philosophers and scholars.
          Certainty, certainty, heartfelt, joy, peace.
          God of Jesus Christ.
          God of Jesus Christ.
          My God and your God.
          ‘Thy God shall be my God.’
          The world forgotten and everything except God.
          He can only be found by the ways taught in the Gospels.

“This was not the God of the philosophers, but the God of revelation.”

Armstrong later writes:  “Faith, he insisted was not a rational assent based on common sense.  It was a gamble.  It was impossible to prove God exists, but equally impossible for reason to disprove His existence . . . This gamble is not entirely irrational, however.  To opt for God is a win-win solution.  In choosing to believe in God, Pascal continued, the risk is finite, but the gain is infinite.  As the Christian progresses in the faith, he or she will become aware of a continuous enlightenment, an awareness of God’s presence that is a sure sign of salvation.  It is no good relying on external authority; each Christian is on his own . . . Faith is not intellectual certainty, but a leap into the dark and an experience that brings a moral enlightenment.”

Ezekiel 21: 27:  "I will overturn, overturn, overturn, it and it shall be no more, until he come whose right it is; and I will give it him."

Genesis 49: 10:  "The sceptre shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet, until Shiloh come; and unto him shall the gathering of the people be."

Blaise Pascal
Great Creation Scientists: Blaise Pascal (1623-1662)
The Computer, Iowa State University and Jane Smiley
Book Review:  High Plains Drifter 
A Sword is Sharpened

A.W. Tozer on Blaise Pascal's "Fire" from Tozer's book Whatever Happened To Worship?:

Page 91:  "Were these the expressions of a fanatic, an extremist?

"No.  Pascal's mind was one of the greatest.  But the living God had broken through and beyond all that was human and intellectual and philosophical.  The astonished Pascal could only describe in one word the visitation in his spirit:  'Fire!'

"Understand that this was not a statement in sentences for others to read.  It was the ecstatic utterance of a yielded man during two awesome hours in the presence of his God.

"There was no human engineering or manipulation there.  There was only wonder and awe and adoration wrought by the presence of the Holy Spirit of God as Pascal worshiped.

"What we need among us is a genuine visitation of the Spirit.  We need a sudden bestowment of the spirit of worship among God's people."

Alvin C. York


Dreams from LORD 2003-2006
21 February 2005

[This is an excerpt from Hand on the Helm by Katherine Pollard Carter]
“He Stood Untouched By 35 Firing Machine Guns”

Alvin York: “On October 6th, 1918, he was in a reconnaissance group of sixteen men sent to locate the German division responsible for the deadly machine gun fire that was pinning down his American unit.

“Stepping out of a thicket in the Argonne Forest, all sixteen men walked unknowingly right into the fire from thirty-five machine guns.  Ten of the mountaineer’s followers were killed instantly and two others were wounded but dashed back into the thicket.  So did the three other men in the group.  But red-headed Alvin York was angry.  He stood his ground.

“Every time a gunner peeped over the rim of his machine gun nest, York sent a rifle bullet through his head.  Oblivious to the German bullets, he stood erect and downed the enemy with deadly accuracy.  When the German officer sent a bayonet squad after him, York picked off each of the men, beginning with the last one and finally dropping the leader.

“Amazed at his prowess, the German Major called out that he would surrender his entire force if York would cease firing.  York agreed, and marched 132 prisoners, including three officers back to his own lines.

“General Pershing, commander of the American Expeditionary Force, acclaimed Alvin York ‘the greatest soldier of the war.’

“Alvin York absolutely believed that God supernaturally shielded him from those machine gun bullets.

“‘It was a higher power that shielded us,’ York said years later.  ‘The man on my right and the man on my left were shot to pieces.  I never got so much as a scratch or a cut on my uniform.’”


Psalm 91: 7: “A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.”

Isaiah 54: 17: “No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper.”

Psalm 34: 7:  “The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them.”

Psalm 34: 21:  “Evil shall slay the wicked: and they that hate the righteous shall be desolate.”


Here is an excerpt from To Conquer Hell:  The Meuse-Argonne, 1918 by Edward G. Lengel.  Chapter 16, page 251:

"Among the soldiers charged with carrying out Liggett's plan was a tall, heavily freckled soldier with a thick red mustache, Corporal Alvin C. York.  A deeply religious, semiliterate farmer from Fentress County, Tennessee--one of the poorest counties in the United States--York was a draftee and deeply uncomfortable with shedding human blood, whatever the cause.  The War Department refused to grant him conscientious objector status, however, and his battalion commander and others succeeded in convincing him that military service was not inconsistent with God's word.  York served, but he never grew comfortable with war.  Bayonet training with straw dummies left him feeling 'queer to think I might have to cut up human beings.  I still didn't want to kill.  I still did feel somehow that it was wrong--terrible wrong for human beings to take each other's life.'

"All of which is not to say that York felt at all uncomfortable with guns.  He grew up in an era when guns and hunting were inescapable staples of American rural life, and like Jack Barkley, another country boy, he was an excellent marksman.  Yet York was a different kind of man.  Where Barkley, like many Doughboys, thrived on gambling, drinking, cussing, and combat, York preferred the simple life.

"'I had put all of the drinkin' and fist-fightin' away behind me.  I left it back home on the Kentucky line.  I didn't have a drink all the time I was in France.  I didn't have a fist fight or an argument.  I didn't swear or smoke either.  I wasn't any better'n any of the other boys.  It was jes my way of livin', that was all.'

"York said nothing about the Lost Battalion in his diary in early October.  Other thoughts occupied his mind.  'We went out on the main road,' he wrote on October 5th, 'and lined up and started for the front and the Germans was shelling the road and airoplanes was humming over our heads and we were stumbling over dead horses and dead men and shells were Bursting all around me.'  Faced with such sights, he could only look up to Heaven and spread his hands.  'Then it was,' he wrote, 'that I could see the Power of God helped man if he would only trust him.'  That--and a steady rifle."

Monday, April 9, 2012

Hitchhiking South of Grangeville, Idaho


Dreams from the LORD 2003-2006
5 November 2004

A few days ago, I was hitchhiking south of Grangeville, Idaho and this guy named Charlie picked me up.  He was a Christian and he was going all the way to Arizona.

We were somewhere south a number of miles when he said, “We’ve been here before.”

I said, “Oh, déjà vu?”

“No,” he said.  “I had a dream a while back.  In the dream I picked you up and gave you a ride.  It was as if the Lord was telling me that it would be a good trip.”

“Wow.  Really?” I said.  “That’s pretty incredible.”  I was flabbergasted.

Charlie bought me something to eat in New Meadows.  He took me all the way to Fruitland, Idaho where we had a powerful prayer meeting.  I told him that the Lord was bringing him to a new place so that he could start over again—a new beginning.  I knew he would have a very blessed trip.

Book Review:  High Plains Drifter