Volume 1

"In The Volume Of The Book It Is Written Of Me"

Portrait of Jesus by Akiane Kramarik (c) 2003
Confirmed by
Colton Burpo circa 2005

I Am

VOLUME 1, Letters 1 - 66

Letter 01

Dear Dan,

It seemed good between the Lord and me to write a letter to you, to let you know what has transpired since the last time we saw each other, and to tell you of the current mercies of the Lord, and to console you with the truth. If memory serves me well, we saw each other last at Denny’s at dinnertime, along with (CS3), not long prior to the Lord taking my father home to be with Him on 29 October 2007.

I have much to communicate about many things, which if I sent it all in one letter, it would be too long. So, please allow me to send a prologue in this document, with more to follow. The following table of contents will be of course subject to much change as I consider what to write. I have wanted many times to try to arrange a meeting with you for this purpose, but the Lord says “NO”. However, I may write to you in this manner.

Please, I ask, do offer me as much patience as you may, since I seem to have bursts of energy to do things like write, while at other times I am “treading water”.

I will send these letters on an OPT-IN basis only. If you want to receive them, just
send the enclosed post card back to me. For now allow me to say that the Lord never fails, and that our failings don’t count (if we repent), and that greater is He that is in us than He that is in the World.

The Lord sends you His greeting, along with His angels that accompany me. PraiseTree is good; and Gabe and Gabriella are well. And others…

Peace, Mercy, Grace and Love be upon you and all your house in all things.

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Letter 01a
Seeing Jesus

Dear Dan,

My very first recollection of Who Jesus is came about in this fashion.

It was in my third year, living in Portland, Oregon. My Mom had taken me to the First Church of the Nazarene, where we attended, for a Christmas service.

They had live actors at the front on stage, portraying Shepherds, Mother Mary and her husband Joseph, and the Baby Jesus.

At one point, one of the of Bearded Shepherds walked across the stage.

When I saw that, I pointed to Him, and these words immediately came out of my mouth:


Ever since then, I have always believed in God and Jesus.



R. C. Theophilus

First Spiritual Events


Dear Dan,

There were two spiritual events in my life that I can remember when I was very young, about 5 or 6 years old. Both occurred around the same time while I was staying at my grandmother's house in Kirkland, Washington.

The first event was like this. Across the street from Grandma's was a house where a girl lived who was about my age and to whom I became a playmate when I visited Grandma’s. One day in the summer I went across the street to play. I went onto the front porch and rang the doorbell, then waited. I rang the doorbell again, but no one was home. I just stood there for a minute trying to figure out if I should wait some more or go back to Grandma's.

Just then I heard a sound. It was high in volume, but low in frequency. It filled the atmosphere and had a distinct locality as coming across Lake Washington, west to east, emanating from and just above Seattle. It was not a sonic boom, nor was it some kid playing with an electric guitar amp. It was not a sound effect, construction noise or thunder. It was not a hydroplane or a truck using compression brakes.

It was a deep, bass, Satanic scornful laugh, scoffing at me, and at my desire to play with my friend.

(SPECIAL NOTE 2023-04-22: The laughter has always reminded me of the deep bass laugh that came from the old Green Giant frozen vegetable ads that used to be on TV. In the TV ad, a Green Giant would laugh in a deep bass voice, saying: “ho, ho, ho”. But that laugh only came from a speaker on the TV set.

This unearthly laughter both filled and came from the entire atmosphere, and went something like:

“HAH, HAH, Hah, hah, hah…”

Beginning in a slightly higher pitch, and descending to a slightly lower, trailing pitch.

The second event came in the form of a nightmare dream.

I was at my grandma’s house sleeping in one of the upstairs attic bedrooms. I woke up and went down the stairs which opened into one of the downstairs bedrooms. There, standing in the room were two people who I knew were my Mom and Dad, but they had been skinned alive. I could see clearly all the muscles and other tissue that is under the skin.

Then I awoke, but was very fearful at this, and was troubled for a long time afterward. I had this dream while I was actually sleeping in the upstairs attic bedroom of my grandmother’s house, which was the setting of the dream.

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Letter 02a
The Day I Learned To Pray

Dear Dan,

When I was about four years old my parents moved to Washington State from Portland, Oregon. After staying with my mom’s mother (and her mom) in Kirkland for a little while, my folks purchased some raw land, 2 and 1/2 acres, in East King County.

They moved a small camping trailer onto the property, and built a little shed attached to it so we would have a place to live while Dad and Grandpa built the house my two younger brothers and I grew up in.

For the first year or two after the house was built we lived in it with no electricity. Not because my folks didn’t want power, but because there wasn’t any. Puget Power had not yet put in power poles or electrical lines down the dirt road our property was on. I remember looking out the front living room window at the big yellow trucks as they drilled into the ground and put in the power & telephone poles. Not long after that we got power and phone service.

Up until then we were truly pioneers, with lanterns for light and a wood stove for heat and cooking. Even after getting electricity, which in turn powered the pump to our well and brought water into the house for modern plumbing conveniences, I preferred to use the outhouse because when I became a young teenager I could sneak a smoke without anyone knowing about it.

The house was built on the front acre of the property, with the back 1 and 1/2 acres left alone in an undeveloped state except for a few access roads cut through the brush with a tractor. The back half had a slope to it, with one of the access roads going down a fairly steep angle for about sixty feet. Mom loved horses so the plan was to fence the back half for a horse pasture.

But I had another idea.

I must have been about five, and I was still riding a tricycle. One day I ventured with my tricycle out to the back half of the property and pedaled my way along the bumpy dirt road to the top of the hill, looking down and wondering if I could ride my tricycle really fast to the bottom.

Overcoming my fear of the hill, I took off and started to coast the tricycle down the bumpy, rutty access road, letting it pick up as much speed as possible. Toward the bottom the front wheel hit a root or stone in the ground, and flipped my tricycle over. By the time my tricycle and I were done tumbling over each other, I was upside down with this heavy tricycle on top, and me wondering what had happened, and I was rather shaken.

It was late in the afternoon, and I knew from the stories my mom would tell of seeing bears and coyotes in the woods that there was a possibility of danger.

Then a new fear set in. I begin to cry, and while I was busy doing that, the training that I already had from attending Church and Sunday School with my Mom begin to emerge. I begin to pray and call on the Name of The Lord Jesus.


I prayed,


After a while I calmed down and begin working at getting unstuck. Somehow I was able to extricate myself and walk my trike back up the hill and to the house. Since I was OK, and my trike was not bent, I never mentioned a word of this to my Mom or Dad, lest I should be restricted from further adventures.

But that day was the day I learned to pray.


Letter 02b
Unseen Agencies

Dear Dan,

Around the same time that I learned to pray, there were two incidents which occurred that, looking back, seems to have been failed attempts by the Enemy to take my life, or at least to really frighten me. I was about five, maybe six when these things happened.

The first thing I remember was this. I was with my mom while she was swimming at the Si View Park pool. We had gotten out of the pool, and after she dried and dressed me I went outside to play while she was changing.

The south fork of the Snoqualmie River bordered the park grounds. I went over to the sloping bank to look down at the river, which was about twenty feet below. Another kid walked up and stood by me and asked me if I wanted to go down the bank to the water’s edge to see some coal. I said, “yes” and scrambled after him down close to the waters edge.

Then the other boy said “look here,” and pointed at the ground a few feet in front of me. So I looked very intently to where he was pointing. While my attention was drawn to what I thought he was showing me, the boy shoved me from behind into the water.

Now, the water was very cold, since it was the fall, and the river was flowing not too slowly, but thankfully I had landed in water that was surrounded by big rocks and not too deep, otherwise I could have been swept downstream and over Snoqualmie Falls.

But I got up and out of the water, soaking wet, really cold and really mad, and scrambled up the bank as fast as I could so I could chase down and beat up the kid that lied to me and pushed me into the water. But he had too much of a head start, so by the time I got up some speed he was half way across the playing field, laughing as he ran. I made my way back to the warmth and safety of the Pool building and my mom.

The second attempt on my life was a little more effective. I was in the back seat of the four-door sedan my mom was driving going home from the store or something. It was my custom to stand up in the back floor well and look out over the back of the front seat on the passenger side. This was before mandatory seat belts and car seats. These days what I am about to describe could not have occurred so easily with the current safety rules.

My mom slowed down to make the right-hand turn onto the road to our house. Now, as most drivers should be aware, the centrifugal forces that happen during a turn shift from one side of the car to the opposite side just after the turn is made and the car begins moving in a straight line again. So it was that just as the g-forces had momentarily transferred to pushing the car to the right, or passenger’s side, that the back door next to where I was standing flew open, and at the same time I flew out onto the pavement.

While the event was traumatic for mom and me, I was only scraped up in the face with some road rash. I was taken to the local hospital, cleaned and bandaged, and sent home.

But I remember my folks speculating how this could have occurred, and they thought it was because the door was not fully latched and that mom took the turn a little too fast. I knew differently because even at that young age I paid attention to detail and would have noticed if the door was ajar even a little. The door was fully closed. It was opened and I was lofted out by
some unseen agency. But another unseen agency was there to make sure I did not suffer greater injury. Only enough to tell this true story.


Letter 03

Dear Dan,

My Mom became a Christian early in her teenage life. She had gone Trick or Treating on Halloween and knocked on the door of a Christian family. They invited her to a Church meeting at Kirkland Assembly of God. She gave her heart to Jesus then, and attended at that Church for many years.

Because of her love for the Lord, my Mom looked for various church meetings she could attend. She found a Pentecostal Church in Seattle called Bethel Temple. Bethel Temple owned and operated a church retreat and campground property located near what is still called Mirror Lake, in what is now Federal Way. The Church also owned some beach-front property on Mirror Lake so the campers could go swimming.

I remember going to the camp with my mom every summer starting when I was five. In the summer of my seventh year I was old enough to attend youth camp on my own.

It was that summer -1966, that I heard the gospel preached by a Youth Evangelist. It was a powerful Gospel that focused on repentance and receiving Jesus as Lord and Savior. So it was that one night I heard the message, trod down the (literal) sawdust trail, knelt at the altar and repented of my sins. So great was the conviction of the
(Lord) Holy Spirit on me that I wept for a long time, so that I was the last kid to leave the altar that night.

Little did I know then, but the seed of repentance that was planted in my heart that night, would bring forth the willingness to intercede and repent for those who do not know about repentance. And the ability and standing before the Lord to say "I'm Sorry" on behalf of those who don't even know they are guilty.

One thing that did change in my life then. At the previous summer camp, when I was 6, I took up the habit of crawling through open windows of other people’s dorms to look for neat stuff. I was especially fond of Rice-Krispies, which I would pilfer by the handful. One time I saw a small transistor radio that looked cool. So I took it and hid it under the bed of our cabin so my mom would think I found it there. Someone must have observed me because I did get caught. But the next summer that we were at camp, I did not steal anything.

And I can say that now there is no record of those sins in Heaven.

Thank You Jesus.


Letter 03a
We’re Loners, (…)

Dear Dan,

My father’s father was an avid outdoorsman and would hunt and fish any chance he could. I remember he always drove either a truck with camper or a van modified with camping equipment. I always liked it when he came to visit because it gave a chance for my brothers and I to explore inside the camper.

I remember one day in the summer when I was about ten, Grandpa had come to visit. He was out back working under the hood of his truck. I was standing next to him hoping to help by passing tools to him he might need as he bent over the side of the fender.

While he was working, I heard him say something that I didn’t understand at first. So I asked him; “what did you say, Grandpa?”

He repeated to me these words;

“WE’RE LONERS, (…).”

I had never heard the word “loner” before, so I asked;

“Grandpa, what’s a loner?”

I don’t remember his exact words, but he described someone who likes being alone.

There were two influences at work at that moment in time. Satan’s determination to introduce a spirit of isolation into me, and the Gift of Holiness from God that draws a man apart, to become Holy, devoted to Jesus and His Kingdom.

Satan, by putting those words in my Grandpa’s mouth, was seeking to use the authority of Grandpa’s Fatherhood to pervert the Spirit of Holiness that he saw the Lord gifting to me at that time. Grandpa, in
ignorance was prophesying words of powerful destruction into my life.

This one phrase opened a vector of attack that was later used by the enemy to divide me from my mom, instill in me an
unusual fear of women, and open me to a barrage of assault from various spirits of perversion.

But, at the same time, and even before that, the Lord had taken remedial steps to prevent the incursion of severe spiritual infection by giving to me a means to defeat these dark forces - His Word. I knew enough Scripture in my heart that gave me the strength and resources needed to overcome the various temptations sent to me from Satan.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 03b
I Was Delivered Once, And Young

Dear Dan,

In 1971 I was twelve years old. The Viet Nam war was in full swing. Hippies were protesting in the streets, and Jesus People were beginning to be saved out of those Hippies.

One of the results of so many young people seeking the Lord was the predominance of small group (and not so small group) house churches.

Around this time My mom had the habit of attending any number of these house church meetings as often as possible. So it was that one night, I think it may have been a Friday, we were meeting at a house church (U10).

We had attended church there on a weekly basis for a couple months. On this particular night the
(Lord) Holy Spirit was prevalent, so there was a lot of praying, prophesying, and teaching.

At one point during the service I was downstairs with some of the other kids. It was getting too hot in the main service upstairs, and I found it cooler in the basement. While I was still downstairs, the owner of the house and Elder in the church came into the room while he was praying in the Spirit. He looked at me and said these words;


This Word was spot on because I had recently reached puberty and was getting a lot of assistance in discovering my manhood from an evil spirit whose selfish thoughts of pleasure I found arousing.

It’s very likely that the fulfillment of this Word took place two years later in the summer of 1973 when I was being filled with, and baptized by Jesus, in the Holy Spirit.

My own personal battle with human sexual lust has ebbed and flowed over the years. In the first decade of marriage to my wife, we had the normal fulfillments of marriage. But after my motorcycle accident, and her hysterectomy, bedroom activities for us ceased altogether.

After that, we both had to be as if we were single from a sexual standpoint. But even those losses I can consider as His gain. Somehow Jesus finds value in these matters. So I will still trust in Him in all things.


R. C. Theophilus

Two Baptisms

Dear Dan,

I was baptized twice. Once in water when I was 12 years old, and once in the Spirit when I was 14 years old.

The water baptism took place in a very cold baptismal in what was then Snoqualmie Assembly of God. The Church there was pastored by one of two brothers who were both pastors. The other brother was the pastor at Fall City Assembly of God, where my family attended. Fall City Assembly met in the local Odd Fellows hall at that time because they had not become large enough to purchase their own place. That is why any baptisms at Fall City Assembly took place on Sunday Services at Snoqualmie Assembly. Somewhere there is a photograph of me in a white shirt standing in the baptismal tank with the Pastor.

The second baptism took place at an Assembly of God campground located on the Spokane Indian Reservation, near a little dot on the map called Fruitland, Washington. This was during the summer of my 14th year, 1973.

I remember at one of the night meetings the featured Evangelist was preaching about the baptism of the Holy Spirit. The Lord
(Holy Spirit) was moving in a mighty way there, and all up and down the West Coast as He was in the midst of the Jesus People revival. So it was likewise there at Fruitland.

Later in the evening after the main part of the service had ended, the altar was opened for prayer ministry. I did not go forward at that time, but I was being drawn by the Lord nonetheless.

At this point Dan, I should give you some back-story about what had to be overcome in my life just to get to that point. You see, I had been
spiritually abused at one time concerning speaking in tongues.

The year before this, in 1972, I had accompanied a friend to a church he and his family attended in Sedro-Woolley. The Church was pastored by a Lady Pastor, and on that particular Sunday there was a Lady Evangelist speaking on the Gift of Tongues. After the preaching part of the service, the Evangelist walked into the pews to pray for individuals. When she got to me she asked me if I spoke in tongues. I said “no”, and she began to assault me with a series of
verbal reprimands and downright ridicule for not speaking in tongues.

I was made fun of in front of the remaining congregation about this. For some reason, that’s as far as it went. I don’t remember any further exchange.

But after that I would carefully observe what people would do in the Pentecostal Churches I attended with my Mom. Most of the time what I observed was a spiritual “pissing contest” between people to see whose gifts were better.

Essentially the gifts were being put on display and then “bought and sold” with social/emotional/psychological currency, making a form of commerce in the church out of the Gifts of the Holy Spirit.

So it was that I had a certain skepticism in 1973 about the Evangelist and his gifts.
Yet, the Real Holy Spirit was also moving, circumventing the flaws in the Evangelist's doctrine.

At the end of one of the evening services I was with a few other teenagers just outside the front of the auditorium (which at that time had a real sawdust floor).

The Evangelist came up to us and started talking to us. I asked him what the Baptism of the Holy Spirit meant, and he began to explain that it meant to speak in tongues. For some reason, I knew two things right then, the first was that his notion that being baptized with the Spirit was equivalent with speaking in tongues was wrong, the second was that whatever or whoever the Holy Spirit was, was something I wanted. I knew the gifts were available because ever since becoming a Christian I had read the Bible thoroughly.

As I began to pray, the Evangelist instructed me to loosen my jaw and waggle my tongue. I knew in my heart that this was
baloney, and that a real reaction to The Lord God Almighty Holy Spirit would not be something one would have to conjure up or make happen. Then Something, or Someone, did happen.

Suddenly I began to weep profusely, then my body started to tingle all over as if charged with electricity. An electrical sensation not painful or uncomfortable, but powerful. My lips stammered for a brief moment, then I began to speak in a language not my own.

I began to walk around the campground for a period of time with my arms and hands raised to heaven, all the while speaking in a different language. I don’t know what was being said, but Someone was having a very rational, angelic conversation.

I continued like this, and found myself walking back into the meeting hall and onto the platform at the front, where some young children were playing. A boy, probably about 10 years old, began to laugh and make fun of me as I prayed. I felt a sense of anger, not malicious anger, but a righteous anger. I looked at him, then placed my right hand on his head, keeping my left had raised up, and began praying for him in tongues. IMMEDIATELY both of his hands went into the air and he also began speaking in tongues.

Then I knew that what I had been experiencing was REAL.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 05
UFO 1984

Hi Dan.

Hmmm. OK. It began as an UFO, but then became identified as it drew closer. Please permit me to explain.

In 1984 I was working in Bellevue at an office building as a night custodian. The building was in a park-like setting with a lot of space in the back. I would take breaks and walk in the back field in the summer evenings.

One evening as I was walking and enjoying the post-sunset twilight, I looked up and observed a shiny metallic looking object, floating above the middle of the field at about treetop level. I could observe it descend slowly towards me. I kept looking up at it, wondering what it was, until I realized it was getting low enough and close enough that I could try to catch it.

I grabbed at it once, but it bounced away from me. I grabbed at it a second time and caught it between my two hands.

It turned to be one of those silver coated mylar balloons used for party favors. This one had been filled with helium at one time, but was losing potency or leaking, and falling right into my arms.

But what was really interesting was the logo inscribed on the balloon. I didn’t know it then, but years later I would think about that event and realize it was the Lord’s way of injecting humor into what would otherwise be a completely horrific job.

The message of its insignia would later turn out to be more true than I could possibly imagine.

What was the insignia on the UFO balloon?

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P. S. I have kept the deflated balloon folded up and stored in a drawer to this day.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 06
The Summer of ’73

Dear Dan,

The summer of 1973 was a unique time for me. This is when I was fourteen. My mom attended three family Bible Camps, with me and my two younger brothers in tow. The first camp was at Mirror Lake Campground run by Bethel Temple in Seattle. The other two were at Assemblies of God campgrounds, both on Indian Reservations at either end of Washington State; one in Eastern Washington on the Spokane Indian Reservation near a small town called Fruitland, and one in Western Washington on the Lower Elwha Indian reservation.

We went to Mirror Lake first, then directly to Lower Elwha, on the Olympic Peninsula. Then we went home for about a week, and then on to Fruitland.

While at Mirror Lake, a young lady who seemed to be some sort of a counselor had falsely accused me to my mother, “behind my back”, of being a drug user (abuser). Definitely not true.

But this wasn’t new to me. Two years prior to this, I had been falsely accused by my own mom when I was twelve years old and in the sixth grade. She believed that I was “gay”, and that I was selling heroin at school. And after that in the summer of 1973, right at the end of the school year, I was accused by my parents of going to a particular neighbor’s house after being told not to, which was also not true, but resulted in me being grounded to our property for the summer.

And there was more.

Earlier that year, I had volunteered to type the church bulletin every week since I knew how to type. This was because I had taken a typing class in summer school between fifth and sixth grades, and got pretty good at it, getting up to 40 words per minute with minimal or no errors.

At that time I volunteered to type the church bulletin. In order to make inexpensive local copies, one had to use a special multi-part form that had a sort of velum on top. Then, the typed form was taken to a mimeograph machine and fitted on a rolling drum. A tube of ink was screwed into place and then, at least on the machine the church owned, one would either turn a hand crank or flip an electrical switch. The drum would turn and the machine would feed new paper stock pressing it onto the velum covered side of the drum, thereby making duplicate copies of what was on the typed velum sheet.

My mom would bring me up to the church every Saturday. I would read the transcript left by the church secretary, type the bulletin, make the copies, and set the folded bulletins out, ready for Sunday morning services.

I don’t know if it was me or the type-writer, but every so often, when I would type the letter “o”, it would make a circle-cut-out in the vellum instead of just the circle indentation. This resulted in the finished bulletins having “O”s filled in with ink, appearing like someone had taken a black pen and filled them in. It looked kind of like one of those bubble-forms that are used to vote on, or take tests where the circles need to be filled in with #2 pencil or black ink.

After a while of seeing these in the bulletin, my mom started accusing me of communicating with communist operatives using the filled in “O”s as a secret code.

It was not clear to me at the time but now I know that Satan had demonic agents stationed, living with our family in order to bring forth those false accusations.

After Mirror Lake, we went directly to the Lower Elwha camp. During most of the services there I was bored because it was the typical Pentecostal meeting format. But during the evenings there would be visiting evangelists. One of these I liked because he was more intellectual than the others and he would preach on Bible Prophecy.

At the last meeting of the camp, Mom in an act of faithful obedience put ALL of her cash into the offering plate. That left her only ½ tank of gas to get from the Olympic Peninsula to 7 miles east of Redmond where we lived. My folks did not use credit cards so buying gas with that option did not exist in our case.

Mom found what appeared to be a shortcut on a road map through the Olympic Mountains. It was shorter distance-wise, but took more time, as the road was an unpaved forest service road. We ended up spending a night or two at a forest service campground, then headed home. We finally made it to I-5 after taking the long way around Hoods Canal. Then somewhere just south of Tacoma the old station wagon ran out of gas.

We came to a stop at the side of the freeway about 10 yards in front of an overpass. After praying my mom sent me to go look for a house that would allow me to use the phone. One of Mom’s sisters and her family lived in Tacoma at the time, and it was Mom’s hope that someone there would be able to come to our aid.

I remember that the first house I knocked on had someone home. The lady let me in and allowed me to use the phone. There was no answer, so I said “thank you” and went back to the car. I think I tried one more time to use the phone at the house, so I was getting to know the route pretty good.

After a while I noticed a gray military looking vehicle slowing down and pulling off to the side of the freeway just ahead of us and coming to a stop beneath the overpass.

I walked up to the truck and inquired as to what was the problem. The driver said that his engine was overheating.

Looking under the hood he determined that there was a pinhole leak in the radiator. After a short time the man, who I found out was an employee of the US Navy and was driving a Navy truck, asked if I could help him get some water. I told him of our predicament and after some discussion we came up with this deal. If I would go get some water for his truck, he would siphon gas out of the truck’s gas tank to put in Mom’s car. So I went back to the same house that I used the phone at and, getting permission from the Lady, filled a container with water.

I returned to our cars and gave the Navy man the water with which he filled his radiator. Then he realized that he did not have any hose to siphon gas with out of the tank. One of my bothers looked around and spotted an old length of garden hose. This worked, and the Navy man siphoned enough gas out of his tank to get us all the way home.

Now, Mom really wanted to go to the third camp-meeting at Fruitland, where we had gone the previous year, but she had no money as she given all of her cash in the offering plate at Lower Elwha.

However, waiting in the mailbox at home, on the very day of running out of gas, was an envelope with a check in it for enough money to fund the trip, and we were able to go to Fruitland after all.

So the moral of this true story is not only did Jesus turn the water into gas, He also turned “broke-ness” into cash. :)

Dan, the Lord reminds me of this true event from time to time, whenever my faith gets challenged.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 06a
(More About) The Summer of ’73


Earlier today The Lord Holy Spirit brought to my memory
Letter 281 Volume 5-14, to which I then turned my attention. Right off the bat I saw some parts which needed to be re-written to correct textual errors.

While I was still thinking about Letter 281, my memory flashed to some related events described in
Letter 06 Volume 1, which after review made me realize that Letter 06 would benefit from additional comments. It is in this Letter, 06a, that I will endeavor to provide more detail for Letter 06.

Sometime within the past 12 months, my youngest sibling brother relayed to me something he claimed that our mother told him once, when my brother was younger. Mom had confided in him that at one point in time in her youth, she had been raped at the Lake Washington Park in Kirkland, Washington.

If this statement is true, then it would reveal at least one of the vectors which gave Satan the opportunity to assault my mom, and explain much of her own struggles with mental illness, i.e. entertaining false accusations (
from spirit-space) against me and other members of our family. During the time between my 12th and 15th birthdays (1970-1973) it was pretty bad.

I think the easiest way to deal with the subject at hand is to establish bullet points, using certain quotations, and then reveal what the Holy Spirit wants to say about them.

QUOTE:It was not clear to me at the time, but now I know that Satan had demonic agents stationed, living with our family in order to bring forth those (false) accusations.”
END QUOTE (from Letter 06).

1a: Many times, on the days that we were together as a family in the living room, suddenly mom would start to verbalize strange kinds of accusations, such as accusing our dad of having been sexually abusive toward his sons (but with no evidence), …

1b: … or that the neighbors across the street were Communist Spies. Sometimes at night mom would sneak across to their yard and spy on them from outside their house, attempting to eavesdrop in order to hear or see something incriminating.

QUOTE: “After a while of seeing these in the bulletin, my mom started accusing me of communicating with Communist Operatives using the filled in “O”s as a secret code.”
END QUOTE (from Letter 06).

2a: I more or less brushed-off these allegations, because I knew they were not true. Furthermore, after I did a Social Studies report in the 7th grade on Karl Marx, I became convinced that Communism was evil, and should not be allowed to exist as a form of Government. See Letter 854 Volume 10.

QUOTE: While at Mirror Lake (youth summer camp), a young lady who seemed to be some sort of a counselor had falsely accused me to my mother behind my back of being a drug user (abuser).
END QUOTE (from Letter 06).

3a: This shows that Satan was not above using other people outside my own family to attack me with false accusations. The lady youth counselor was unknown to my mom outside of the 2 weeks we were at the youth camp, and had no knowledge of our family history. I remember our mom saying that the counselor lady claimed to be “experienced” in identifying drug users. Since I had never taken drugs of any kind, and I was more “anti-drug” at the time than Joe McCarthy was anti-communist, all I could do was try to ignore the whole thing, since it just did not make any sense.

QUOTE: This wasn’t new to me in that I had been falsely accused (previously) by my own mom earlier when I was in the sixth grade of being gay (homosexual) and selling heroin.”
END QUOTE (from Letter 06).

4a: I had completed puberty when I was 12, while in the 6th grade. Both before, during and after puberty, I was only attracted to girls. And I never sold or used heroin (or any other drugs), at all. At the time, I mainly ignored this. But mom even went so far as to take these accusations against me to the pastor of our church. One time he came to our house and asked me about mom’s concerns. I was kind of embarrassed, but all I could do was deny what she was accusing me of. I think I felt bad more for our whole family, because what mom was doing was really strange, and painting a false picture to others of our household.

QUOTE: … after that in the summer of 1973 I was accused by my parents of going to a particular neighbor’s house after being told not to, which was also not true, but resulted in me being grounded to our property for the summer.
(from Letter 06).

: Of all the accusations, this hurt me the worst, because it resulted on my being falsely imprisoned under house arrest. I was grounded to our property for the summer. But the Lord already had plans to redeem the situation. Some of that is recorded in Letters 06 and 07. I also had the books by J.R.R. Tolkien - The Hobbit, and the trilogy The Lord of the Rings, in paperback. I read and re-read all the stories to the point where I had memorized almost every word. Even when the movies came out decades later, I could tell where Peter Jackson deviated from the story line (but they were still great movies).

QUOTE: But what I didn’t know at the time was that there were evil spirits on the property where I grew up that hated my singing. So, they prayed to their god, Satan, and he was able to attack my Mom with fear and suspicion, and demanded to Dad that I should move back into one of the bedrooms in the house. This happened at about the same time that I was being falsely accused of disobedience by Mom and Dad. This broke my heart for a time, because I was no longer able to spend as much time as I wanted into the early morning praising Jesus rocking out in my rocking chair.” END QUOTE (from Letter 281).

6a: This also hurt me badly. But what could I do? I obeyed my parents as unto the Lord, and trusted that somehow He would work things out. I was able to do this because in the Spring of 1973, just before being grounded for that summer, the Lord had given me a Secret Weapon with which I could overcome the assaults of Satan against me and my family. I had gone to a seminar which focused on Christian Doctrine. One of the key points made by the teacher was that when we obeyed God-ordained authorities placed in our lives, it is the same as obeying God, and He is pleased with our obedience. It was learning this doctrine that gave me the strength to forgive and not hold a grudge against my mom or dad. This is written about in Letter 09 Volume 1.

QUOTE: So, they prayed to their god, Satan, and he was able to attack my Mom with fear and suspicion, and demanded to Dad that I should move back into one of the bedrooms in the house.”
(from Letter 281).

I remember one time after I was moved into the back bedroom that my mom was hovering just outside of the bedroom door. While she was there, I experienced one of the strangest feelings I had ever experienced to that time. It seemed like my entire spirit was being sat on by a big blob-spirit of Sick Overbearing Oppressiveness. Fortunately it didn’t last long, and up till that point, I had never experience anything that pronounced. If memory serves, this was an isolated incident, until the same blob-spirit returned while I was working at (G6), which I testify to in Letter 57 Volume 1:
QUOTE: “While this exchange was going on, I could feel the room we were in fill with evil sprits. Even evil spirits which had assaulted me in my youth were in the room,…”
END QUOTE (from Letter 57).

QUOTE: “I learned a lot at those seminars and had fun going. But especially I remember Gothard’s emphasis on authority and obedience thereto.”
END QUOTE (from Letter 09).

8a: The things I learned at the seminars (which were called The Institute In Basic Youth Conflicts) has benefited me all my life.

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I think the accusations from my mom ceased by the time I started to drive, first when I was 15 1/2 with a learner’s permit, and then when I was 16 and could drive independently.

I was glad when I turned 18 and was able to leave the house and be on my own. I wanted to get away from my mom, and the memories of her strange behavior.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 07

Witness Lee

Dear Dan,

Towards the end of the “Summer of 73”, I went on an adventure. It was during the Labor Day weekend of that year that I had an opportunity to take a trip with some fellow Christians that had visited the small “Jesus People” home Church that I went to with my mom and brothers.

These visiting Christians had come to one of our meetings to explain something about a gifted and dynamic new leader in the church, and described how he was bringing correction to the church by establishing a new denomination called “The Local Church”.

They invited as many as would come to hear him speak at a Local Church in Spokane over Labor Day weekend. Some of the Brothers would be driving over from Redmond, and had room to take a few of us with them.

So, me being 14 and ready to start my Freshman Year in High School, I thought it would be cool to get a free round trip to Spokane. I really didn’t care too much about the evangelist, as I had heard my share over the years already. I just wanted to go.

Below is a copy of something I recently posted about the subject on a Bible Study forum that I frequent.

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Greetings Gentlemen,

Please allow me to recount my own experience with Witness Lee. I saw and heard him teach in person at a particular meeting in the living room of someone's house in Spokane, WA in early September 1973.

This was a small intimate gathering of about 30-40 young people, as many as would fit in the large living/dining room of a turn of the century house. I was sitting on the floor along with the rest, which formed a sort of circle in which Lee preached. At times I was within arms reach of Lee.

What I distinctly remember to this day is the way in which Lee tried to influence the crowd to follow him (Lee, not Jesus) and join his "Local Church" movement.

After saying a few things based in Scripture, he would say the word "Ho!" and the phrase "O Lord Jesus" (and like a cheerleader he would encourage the group to follow suit. After a while there was a sort of cadence that developed. Lee would say a few words, then the people would say or repeat after him LOUDLY - "Ho" or "O Lord Jesus").
I didn't know it then but he was using these phrases as a mantra, a chant to highlight and implant whatever doctrine he was trying to convey into the minds of the people.

I remember just after the meeting sitting in a car being badgered by one of the elders of the house into believing in the Local Church movement, since it was the "only true church". I kept telling the guy that it was wrong and I didn't want to.

Then the following day, all the way home to the Seattle area where I live, the driver of the car kept going on how “they” (the Lee-ites and the Local Church) were going to take over the whole world with their belief system, and something about “spreading the fire”, interspersed with lots of “Ho!” and “O Lord Jesus!” I was very happy when I finally got out of that car.

I don’t know anything about the current status of the Local Church. I have heard that Witness Lee has since passed on. I do know that today if I were to run into a preacher with the same message, I would declare them to be a “wolf in sheep’s clothing” and have nothing further to do with them, and warn others likewise.

Now, I see Lee's movement for what it was at that time as falling into one of two Scriptural categories:

Luke 21:8 And He said: "Take heed that you not be deceived. For many will come in My name, saying, 'I am He,' and, 'The time has drawn near.' Therefore do not go after them.


Rev 2:6,15 6) But this thou hast, that thou hatest the deeds of the Nicolaitans, which I also hate. 15) So hast thou also them that hold the doctrine of the Nicolaitans, which thing I hate.

http://www.blueletterbible.org/lang/lex) ...
3531&t=KJV. Nicolaitans = "destruction of people" 1) a sect mentioned in Rev. 2:6,15, who were charged with holding the error of Balaam, casting a stumbling block before the church of God by upholding the liberty of eating things sacrificed to idols as well as committing fornication)

I was there. I saw and heard these things and remember clearly to this day what it was like.

For The King,

P. S. I have one regret about going to the meeting. While waiting to be picked up to go over to Spokane, I went to a grocery store and bought two or three Hershey's chocolate bars and a package of Colby cheese. Upon arrival at the host's house I asked if I could put my bag of stuff into the fridge. Over the next two days I took a few bites of the cheese and chocolate bars but leaving the unused portions in the reefer to stay cold. But I forgot to take the bag when we left. To this day I want to go back and get it.

Oh well...

“I shall try to correct errors when shown to be errors;
and I shall adopt new views so fast as they shall appear to be true views...”
Abraham Lincoln. Excerpt from a letter to Horace Greeley. 22 August 1862

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Letter 07a
Jesus Today


Dear Dan,

While I have had other dreams which preceded this one, this is the first dream I can remember that Jesus Himself was in. I can still remember waking up feeling very comforted. It was after this that I started to write down other dreams as they occurred.

I had this dream on or about
7 July, 1987.
A man who looked like my Friend and Fellow Custodian (CB71) was with me in the living room of my Dad's House.
Jesus was there too, seated in a Rocking Chair. So I asked Him, "When are we leaving?”

He replied.

Well, you can guess our reaction. We were overjoyed at the prospect. Then
Jesus handed me a slip of paper. This seemed to be a form of some type. The name of a Girl and other information was on it. By inference I understood that this person was not a Christian and that I was supposed to talk to her about Jesus.

Jesus then directed my friend to place a phone call. I assumed that it was to his family.

Lord didn't say much more, but it seemed that He was there to visit and to “take it easy” before He started collecting all the Christians.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 08
Forgotten Cellars In the Churches

Dear Dan,

Early on in the writing of these Letters the idea occurred to me of documenting things in more or less chronological order, and keeping details rather general in the event the
Lord (Holy Spirit) wanted to have any of these Letters shared with others.

But here I must deviate from the time pattern, as the
Lord wants me to relay a somewhat recent, albeit two year old, dream I had concerning a particular Church here in (L1).

In the summer of 2009, I had suffered a pinched sciatic nerve in my right leg due to a Labor & Industries workplace injury. The doctor ordered that I not work for two months to recover.

At the beginning of this time off it became apparent that I would have to make more than one or two trips to the doctor’s office and therapy clinics, so I changed my sleeping schedule from “graveyard” to day shift.

This made it easier for me to attend the various appointments. But it also made it possible for me to do two things I hadn’t done in many years. I was able to:

1. Take my wife out to lunch at a restaurant at the REAL lunchtime of NOON, and
2. attend an actual Sunday Morning Church Service.

My wife and I went to her favorite restaurant - Azteca, for lunch. Days later we went out to an all you can eat Pizza Buffet at lunchtime, and a few days after that to an Indian Cuisine place. Did you know that lunchtime prices are much cheaper than breakfast or dinner? (You day people are blest… :) )

The first Sunday that I was awake in the morning I went to a local Church meeting not far from our house. This was a Body of Believers that has been around for decades, and we had attended this Church regularly almost 20 years earlier.

I went for another Sunday, and maybe a third, but during that time I had this dream.

Summer 2009
Lord (Holy Spirit) took me to the Church building. We went into the main entrance, through the sanctuary and into the back fellowship hall. I could see that everything was clean and in order. Then we went downstairs to where the Sunday School and other teaching rooms were. Again - neat, clean and in order.

I looked inside a back coat closet that was empty. Then I saw a trap door in the floor of the closet. The
Lord (Jesus) opened the door and I went down into the sub-basement.

It was dark in the cellar, but a little light was still getting down into the cellar from above.

In the darkness I could see the following:

Small children and infants were chained to walls and the floor. It was a place of horror and despair. The walls were dirty. And there were terrible demonic spirits lurking in the darkness.

I knew its main purpose was to abuse the children in every evil way possible.

Then I awoke. I wakened in a weakened fearful condition from which I took some time to recover.
(click here for artistic rendition of dream)

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As I write this dream, it occurs to me that the sub-basement was originally put there by the Lord to store supplies of Good Things like Casks of Wine, Beer and Foodstuffs, and for Kids to play hide ‘n’ seek.

Instead there was fear, depravity and abuse.

So it is at this time with the Churches of (L1).

Romanus Theophilus

Letter 09
Collegiate Level Training
Introduction To Warfare


Dear Dan,

There are two other things I need to bring up that occurred along with the “Summer of ’73”.

Firstly; both before and after the events that transpired in the Summer of ’73 I was “sent to college”. Twice. This occurred while I was finishing my 8th grade year in junior high school and then at the beginning of the 9th grade.

Here’s how this happened.

My mom had discovered something called the Seminar in Basic Youth Conflicts run by a guy named Bill Gothard.

She went once and really liked it. So, she saved up some money to pay for the Pastor of the church we attended, and she wanted me to go too so she saved even more money and paid for us both. The seminars if I recall ran for a week with the weekday seminars occurring after work/school, and all day on Saturday.

The first time I went was in the spring at the end of my eighth grade year, and the second time I went was in the fall at the beginning of my ninth grade year. Both happened in 1973 when I was 14. It turned out that after paying for the seminar the first time, one became an alumnus and could go to any subsequent seminars at no further cost. It just so happened that in the fall of that year some college age kids at church were going, so I asked if I could ride along. Yet another adventure. Cool.

I learned a lot at those seminars and had fun going. But especially I remember Gothard’s emphasis on authority and obedience thereto.

That training has stayed with me to this day, and was a key factor in one of the most recent attacks from the enemy, just a few months ago, as he tried to take advantage of my obedience to that doctrine to dislodge me from my current place of employment. But I will write about that at the appropriate time.

The second thing is something that occurred at a small convenience store called Yakipa, about 8 miles east of Redmond on the Redmond-Fall City Highway. It was not far from the house I grew up in. I remember being at the store with a friend in the same grade level, so we were both in the 8th grade and 14 at the time.

My friend smoked and would try to purchase tobacco whenever he could. So there at the store he asked the clerk of he could purchase a package of Tops cigarette tobacco. The clerk looked at him and decided the he looked too young for tobacco, and said “no”. Then the clerk said to my friend “I’ll sell it to him”, referring to me since I was standing right next to my friend at the checkout counter during this exchange.
Now, while this dialogue was going on, I was oblivious as I was thinking about something else. So when my friend started asking me if I would buy his tobacco for him, I had to ask, “What?” After he again told me what he wanted I understood many things all at once, (i.e. the Holy Spirit gave me gifts of knowledge)

I understood that:
1) What my friend was asking was wrong, illegal since he was a minor.
2) The clerk wanted to make the sale, and would sell to me because I looked older. But that would be wrong also in that I was the same age as my friend.
3) That the clerk was also attempting to circumnavigate what would have been his own guilty conscience if he sold tobacco to one who looked less to be a minor than to one who did.
4) Satanic forces were there promoting the whole thing.
5) I could choose to not participate, which I did. I said “No”.

My friend was somewhat flabbergasted at my unwillingness to make the purchase, and tried to get me to change my mind as we were leaving the store. And while I knew all the things listed above, I did not know how to articulate them.

But these words came out of my mouth in response to his lobbying effort:


So Dan, that event was what I believe to be my first objective evidentiary exposure to spiritual warfare.


Letter 09a

Worldwide Epidemic

Dear Dan,

9 December 1992.
There was a worldwide epidemic of a disease, which was terminal in every case. It took the form of a gray translucent cloud as it spread around the globe.  My impression was that the disease was introduced by aliens not of this world.
A remedy had been found though, which caused a reversal of the disease and its effects and brought about a total cure.
The cure came in the form of a self-adhesive label which had the Name and Phone Number of a Building Security Monitoring Company. The label emitted a type of low-level radiation, which killed the virus and maintained a state of immunity providing the label remained attached to the Patient.

I remember in the dream that I wanted to make sure that my cat was "labeled". Then I awoke.
Disease that was introduced into the world is sin.
Aliens who introduced the disease to the world are Satan and his demons.

The form of the
gray translucent cloud with which the epidemic took shape represents the way in which sin and deception is spreading throughout the world, co-mingling the pure light of Truth with the Putrid Darkness of Falsehood.
label as a whole represents the Remedy which is Salvation through Faith in Jesus Christ. The label being self-adhesive represents the way in which our salvation is assured through the work of the Holy Spirit and not of ourselves. It is God Himself that maintains the adhesion of the label to the Patient. The name of the Security Company represents the name of God which the disciples of Jesus Christ bear, and also represents the fact that God is responsible for the disciple's safety and security.
Phone Number of the security company represents the ability of the disciple to have real time duplex communications with God the Creator. The low-level radiation represents the cumulative affect of a believer's life being lived wholly holy unto the Lord.
Cat represents Creation as being sealed and waiting for the redemption of the Saints at the coming of the Son of Man.

R. C. Theophilus

Letter 09b
Gang Warfare

Dear Dan,

25 January 1994.
I found myself running through a field being chased by Members of a Gang who were trying to stone me.

As I ran, I spotted a small building with an Open Door which I approached and entered. The Building seemed to be an abandoned smokehouse of some kind.

Several of the Gang Members followed me in. After entering, I stopped and as I turned around I noticed that one of the Gangster's two front teeth were badly deformed. They grew out of his mouth making a sharp bend to the left and circled his head twice, forming a cage which made it barely possible for him to eat and impossible for him to kiss.

At this point I began to awake, and in my waking dream I thought to myself that the poor man might possibly be relieved of his prison if I could remove his deformed front teeth with a carbide wire saw.

The "Gang" represents Denominationalism, and the "Gangsters" are members of Church Denominations, Protestant and Catholic.

The Deformed Teeth are the lies which we Christians tell throughout our own lives in an attempt to shield ourselves from our neighbor's cruel remarks as well as our own. But this shield becomes our own curse as our life then becomes partly contingent on the frequent production and maintenance of the Lies which in turn become a Prison of Deceit. This keeps us from a Proper Diet of Truth and the Tender Touch of Love.
The abandoned smoke-house may represent a previous work of God that provides refuge.
carbide wire saw represents Creative Spiritual Technology in applying "Truth in Love" in order to "set the Captive free". Amen.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 09c

The Obelisk

Dear Dan,

This multi-part dream occurred when I was employed at (G8).

10 March 1994
Act I of II
Scene 1
I was riding in a car with a man from work through downtown Bellevue heading south on Bellevue Way. Looking up we noticed a large obelisk in the sky. It was shaped like an open book held vertically. I saw what appeared to be writing on pages of the book, and while I could not read the writing verbatim I knew that they were words of powerful deception come to deceive the whole world. I had the impression that the perceived size of the obelisk would change to fit the seeing ability of the beholder.

Scene 2
Further south we came into a wealthy suburb of Bellevue called Beaux Arts. The Obelisk had followed us from behind and came to a stop above and somewhat behind the car. We had parked alongside the street.

A crowd began to gather in the street in front of us to gaze at the Obelisk, which had pressed itself up against the wires on the telephone pole, still in its original orientation (open and vertical) but smaller so as to maintain the same aspect and ratio to the viewer due to it's close proximity. At that point I realized that I needed to get out of the car and preach The Gospel as a Witness, which I did.

I began with Genesis 1:1 and then proceeded to explain the life of Jesus Christ.

Scene 3
We got back into my co-worker's VW and headed towards downtown Bellevue. Looking East I noticed that I could see the dark rocky crags of the Cascade mountain range as if they were sitting in Redmond, with Mt. Si being the most prominent. Then I saw a very strange sight. An unseen power which I perceived to be that of Antichrist had levitated a snow-covered mountain into the sky above the Eastside and was moving it around and twisting it as if it were on the end of a stick or baton. I also perceived that many of the people that could see this sight were amazed and awe struck.
END OF ACT IAs I began to awake I realized that the reason people can be deceived by the fantastic "signs and wonders" performed by Satan, by his manipulation of God's physical laws, is that they do not know the Creator of those physical laws. Then I fell back to sleep, and the dream continued…)

Act II of II
Scene 1
There had been a calamity of some sort that shut down the power to the entire area. I reported to work and noticed that the interior and especially the floor of the building was covered with mud.

People, myself included, were trying to go about their daily duties as per normal. The President of the Company had taken personal charge of the situation and was giving orders and directions. I was in a meeting with some others that were receiving His instructions.

It was my job to act as a Courier and deliver a Package to another location. I remember thinking that I was going to have to avoid running into demons (because there were so many of them) as I made the delivery.

At this point I awoke.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 09d
The Salesman


Dear Dan,

20 March 1994.
I was with my wife in our Ranger pickup. A Salesperson called me on my cellular phone and tried to persuade me to become involved in his promotion.

I refused and hung-up the phone. Not being daunted, the Salesman found where I was parked and approached my car in person (I was parked in a designated parking area in a field resembling Marymoor Park, being separated from the main road by railroad tracks over which an access road to the main road passed).

The Salesman noticed I had the window down and, drawing near, begin speaking to me as soon as he was close enough. As he drew near, I noticed that one side of his face was disfigured.

The first thing he said was:


He then commenced with his sales pitch and continued to speak without ceasing. I started my car and drove away wanting to put as much distance between myself and The Salesman as quickly as possible.

I then awoke and went sleepily into the family room. Turning on the TV to a prominent Christian network, I started to watch a broadcast from a large Mid-west Church. The senior pastor was talking about "seed faith", apparently hoping to persuade people to send money to his organization.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 09e

The Dance

Dear Dan,

21 March 1994

I was standing in the entrance of a large Church Sanctuary Vestibule. There had been a dance there and a bunch of Young Men were grouped in the foyer commiserating on their common trauma of not having had a Date or Dance Partner.

I felt compassion for them in my soul and decided to go up to the altar and pray for them.

I remember thinking that I had complete confidence in approaching God at His Throne with the intention of getting on His Holy Case about Him not giving Female Companions to the Young Men to dance with.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 09f
The Tribunal


21 November 1994.

I was the Captain of a Ship or Ferryboat of some kind.  I was navigating the boat from the Open Sea towards our destination.  We came into a Harbor, and then a Port from which there were many Canals leading into a City.

I knew that our destination was at the end of one of these canals,  so I headed the boat into the one directly up ahead.  The canal was just wide enough for our Ferryboat to slip into without any damage.  At that time the Lord revealed to me that our destination was DRY GROUND.  I saw up ahead the end of the canal, which was terminated by a concrete bulkhead.  From there a street proceeded from the end of the canal into the City.

I knew I wanted to get the Ship onto Dry Land as quickly as possible.  Not seeing any other alternative, I gave the order for Maximum Power, so that we could build up enough momentum for the vessel to "jump the curb" onto the Dry Ground of the Street ahead.  

We made the jump without any damage to the ship, and slid along the Street for a certain distance under the propulsion of the inherent inertia, finally coming to a complete stop in front of a rather tall and elegant Office Building.

Then, I found myself walking into the Office Building, go up the elevator, and into an office suite where a Maritime Tribunal was being convened.  I was accused of Unorthodox Behavior by bringing the Ferryboat onto Dry Ground in the Way that I did. 

I remember that the Tribunal wanted to strip me of my command. My only defense was that “… Jesus is my Lord", and that “… I serve Him, and not man.”


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 09g
The Fishing Lodge

Dear Dan,

31 January 1998

I had been invited to a Fishing Lodge in the foothills not far from my home. The Lodge was built primarily for people wanting to learn how to fish.

I found myself walking along a dirt road that led to the Lodge. Up ahead was a bridge that crossed a mountain stream used by the Lodge guests and their instructors for fishing practice. As I crossed the bridge I observed something quite grotesque. A fish had been placed on top of one of the bridge railings and held down by a steel clamp, apparently so that arriving Lodge Guests could see what type of fish they were to learn to catch.

The fish was still alive, but covered with various worms, maggots and insects. These Predators had attached themselves to the fish waiting for it to die.
I tried splashing water on the fish to keep it alive. This helped revive the fish, but also allowed the predators to multiply and get stronger. I then used my Pocketknife to scrape the worms, maggots and bugs off. This worked, but much of the fish's skin came off as well.

Finally I used my knife to break open the clamp. I put the fish back into the stream. I could tell it was in pain as it began to slowly struggle upstream.

Watching the Fish swim away, I wondered if it would survive, but I knew it preferred to die Free in the Water than as a Prisoner covered with Worms.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 09h
Seattle Dumpster


Wednesday, 3 April 2019, 8AM.
Today I discovered seven vision I had in late 1999 during the Day of Seven, which have not been previously published. Beginning with this Letter, I will publish the Visions, with only necessary corrections and limited layout modifications.

29 September 1999.
I was with the Lord (
Jesus) when He asked me if I wanted to meet Dad. "Sure", I said and away we went.

Now I was growing very excited at the prospect of meeting my Heavenly Father as Abba, and my anticipation grew stronger as we traveled.

For some reason the Lord first brought me to the door of a Root Cellar. We entered, walked down along a tunnel in the earth and came to where the Beer Barrels were stored. He poured us both a pint. This beer had the taste and consistency of Honey. We drank, then went continued on our way.

I kept expecting to be taken to some place glorious, such as the Third Heaven, but instead we ended up in a Dark Alley somewhere in Seattle. As we walked He led me to a dumpster, and my feelings of expectation gave way to a sinking in my soul. Jesus raised the lid and rummaged through the trash. While He was doing this I was able to see inside. Emerging from beneath the trash, laying in His hands I saw a Small Plastic Baby Doll.

At this point I began to sob because I already knew the prophetic symbology of this. I flung my head into His shoulder and wept, and began to think of the recent tragedies in our Nation, the hurricane and flooding on the East Coast, the shooting in the Church in Texas, etc.

Knowing my thoughts He said;



This then is the Word the Lord (
Holy Spirit) has given:



ct janitor

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03 April 2019.
When I asked the Lord Holy Spirit who You were referring to when You said, “
your people”, He said, “We The People…”.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 09i
Wolves & Lambs


30 October 1999.
Over the past month the Lord (
Holy Spirit) has shown these things to me by vision.

I am standing at one end of a valley. It is dark, but the sky is clear. There is no moon, but the stars of heaven are clearly visible. In the starlight I can see some activity in the distance. As my eyes adjust to the darkness I am able to see, just a few yards ahead, the figure of a wolf standing over the carcass of a lamb.

It has blood on it's jowls, and looks at me as if to say, "I beat you here, so I get to eat". I raise my single shot carbine rifle to my cheek and drop the wolf with one shot.

Now my eyes have gained their (
full) night vision, and I see that the valley floor is littered with the bodies of little lambs, each with a wolf standing over it eating it's flesh. I start shooting one wolf at a time.

But this takes too long, so I cry out to God. Just then the Lord taps me on my right shoulder and passes another rifle to me. It is one I am familiar with, one I have used before. It is a "Grease Gun", a .45 caliber sub-machine gun, and my weapon of choice. I know from past experience that I can fire all day long and not run out of ammo, because the supply is endless.

I proceed, walking slowly at first into the valley, firing three round bursts as I go and dropping as many wolves as I hit. I have to walk slowly because of the darkness, wishing it was daylight so I could work more quickly.

Then the Lord taps me on my right shoulder again. This time He passes some flares to me. I put one in the end of the barrel, point to the sky and fire. The valley floor is lit up like daylight, and I can drop more wolves quickly. But the light also reveals that the valley is quite large, and everywhere I look there are the wolves and the lambs.

My heart breaks. If only there were others who are called to carry a Grease Gun. Just a few of us could wipe out all the wolves quickly and stop the carnage.

Are you willing?

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R. C. Theophilus

Letter 09j
Smith River


4 October 1999.

I am in the air looking down. I see a Man of God standing on the rocky bank of the Smith River in the Northern most part of California. I see that there is an Open Book in his left hand. His right hand is raised up to Heaven. He stands there, not saying a word, but I can sense the power of the Word of God flowing from his left hand through his right. He stands, prophesying the Whole Council of God to the River.

I look up, and see the principalities of darkness prepare to make their descent upon the Man. I see these evil spirits fall like lightning.

But they do not see the shield. It is invisible to the naked eye, and it surrounds the Man in a sphere, about fifty feet in any direction. The demonic spirits crash into the shield and bounce to the ground, stunned and in dis-array.

The shield is invisible, but shimmers transparent and can be seen with the Eyes of Faith. As the Man of God stands and continues to prophesy, the shield begins to expand.

Within the expanse of the shield, evil has no place. Faith is restored. Hope is renewed. The Earth is regenerated, and the Love of God springs forth in New Flames burning with Great Heat.

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R. C. Theophilus

Letter 09k
The Goddess Spirit
(radio silence)

Letter 09l
Living Newborn


20 October 1999.
The Lord (
Jesus) is with me, and I ask Him again to take me to Abba.

"Come with Me", He says. He takes me to the same dark alley in Seattle and the same dumpster as before and reaches in. As He lifts his hands out I can see, not a plastic doll as before, but a LIVING NEWBORN Infant.

"What does this mean?" I ask. He replied, "These are My Infant Children which my Church has abandoned and discarded with the rest of the World's garbage.

These are those who will see My Abba as He really is.
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R. C. Theophilus

Letter 09m
The Eagle, The Dove, and the Sparrows


12 November 1999 - 6:30PM Pacific time (Pacific means Peaceful).
I saw the man of God and overheard what the Most Precious Holy Sprit was saying to him, and it was given to me to know his thoughts . I saw the Man of God's left hand clenched in a fist, and inside of his fist was something he held most dear and precious. The (
Lord Holy) Spirit nudged him and gave him the knowledge that he needed to give up what was most dear to him, and make Christ Jesus dearest of all. So I saw that he opened his left hand, and in it there was a Dove, Pure and White.

At first the Man of God thought that the Dove would fly away, but it did not. Instead it nestled down into the palm of his hand began to lay eggs. The eggs hatched immediately, so that out from under the Dove flew Sparrows. So many Sparrows that they began to fill the Sky above.

Then I saw the Man of God open his clenched Right Hand, and therein was a Bald Eagle. Not a small eagle, but large and majestic. The Eagle flew off into the sky with the Sparrows, but the Dove remained in the Left Hand of the Man of God.

And I was given the knowledge that the Eagle was the Lord Protector of the Sparrows.


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R. C. Theophilus

Letter 09n
Golgotha Recreation


01 December 1999.

I was above Israel, looking down. I looked and I saw the Man of God and the Prophetess. They were each sitting on their own Motocross Bikes. The motorcycles were of the brightest green, with Flames and Pin-stripping of Red and Blue painted on the sides of the Oversized Fuel Tanks. I could tell that these bikes had been outfitted for Mountain Climbing. They were Mountain Motocross Machines.

The King of Glory had taken up Residence in His Palace, and was ruling in Jerusalem with His Twelve Kings for a Thousand Years.

As I looked, I saw that the two Bikers had ridden to the top of Golgotha and were looking toward the Temple in Jerusalem, and I could see that their Eyes were met by the loving gaze of Their King. By now, Golgotha had been turned into a Recreation Area, so the Bikers were not out of place.

Then I looked, and I saw ABBA approach the Man of God as he was seated on his Bike, still on Golgotha, that had become a Place of Recreation. The Man looked down into the eyes of ABBA, and ABBA reached their small hand up and gently took and held the man’s left hand.

I asked, "Lord (
Holy Spirit), who are These Little Ones that Love the Man of God and his Prophetess so much?" And the Lord (Jesus) answered, "These are they that have been beheaded in the Greatest Holocaust of all, for They are the Littlest Children who have died for the sake of My Gospel. These are the ones who have been ripped from the womb before birth, with no choice of their own.

Now I have placed my Glory in Them, for they will be the purest expression of My Abba in My Kingdom for ever and ever, amen…."

For the King,
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R. C. Theophilus

Letter 09o
The Family Business

Dear Dan,

At about the same time as I had the dreams listed in Letters 09a-09g (1994-1995), I had another dream.


I was part of a Family Business. Our Father was the Owner and President of the Business.

I reported to work one day at the Main Offices with other Family Members. But as I entered the premises I could see that there had been a catastrophe. Most of the interior walls were broken through with holes in the sheetrock, as if someone had taken a sledge hammer to the walls to begin a demolition process.

Even though the Business Headquarters was damaged, our Father called a staff meeting anyway with His Family Staff Members. We met in a conference room with holes in the walls and dust everywhere.

Then, our Father and President of the Company passed out written instructions to everyone at the meeting table. I received mine, and began to read.

My task was to deliver written messages to various customers who were out “in the field.”

I remember thinking that I would have to be careful to avoid running into hosts of demons, as there were roving gangs of them everywhere out in the field.

Post Dream Analysis says that:
According to the
Lord Holy Spirit, our Father is Yahweh. The Company Business is the Kingdom of Heaven. The Family Members consist of me and the angels of Yahweh who I have been assigned to work with. The Family Business is the same Business that Jesus referred to when He was twelve years old. The Business Headquarters is the Church. The Message I was given is my Testimony about Jesus. The Customers are those who need to hear my Testimony about Jesus. The demons are the opposing forces of hell. The internal damage to the Headquarters was caused by in-fighting within the Church.

Luke 2:49
“And He said to them,
“Why did you seek Me?
Did you not know that I must be about
My Father’s business?”

Matthew 11:12
And from the days of John the Baptist until now
the kingdom of heaven suffers violence,
and the violent take it by force.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 10
The Return Of The Gifts

Dear Dan,

I ceased speaking in tongues within a couple of years after being initially baptized with The Spirit. I think there were many reasons for my own “cessation”. One was that I was still hurt by my experience at Sedro Woolley. I am usually a private person, but had a custom of attending very energetic Pentecostal and Charismatic churches. Pentecostals were always trying to get everyone else to do what they were doing, so I would take a seat at the back and observe. That was my comfort zone. A nice quiet corner where I could watch, listen and not have to talk, in any tongue, at least not in public.

There were a few occasions that I spoke in tongues at some meetings during prayer, but after I turned 16 I stopped altogether. Not because of doubt, but I think I needed to spend many years thinking about things. To think about all the various inputs and doctrines I had heard. I was perhaps a little confused, yet the Lord had granted me with a sound mind and keen intellect. So, I waited and kept observing, and kept reading my Bible. But there was still that pain from the abuse in Sedro Woolley. It was there for a long time, until 1998 or 1999, when the Lord healed me from that.

The healing came in this fashion. I had at that time developed an email correspondence with a church in Colorado. During one of my email exchanges I brought up the subject of the gifts and tongues. Their response was from Scripture and observed that the gifts were VOLUNTARY, not coerced. And with that Word I was healed of the abuse.

At the same time (1998/99) of these email exchanges I was working at a job just across the street from where I had years earlier received the “Ghostbusters” balloon message. In fact, I was the Night Boss of both buildings. And one night at work I felt like speaking in tongues. So I did. And I did a lot.

I remember going into one of the offices in the basement that had a lot of equipment, and going around the room touching all the equipment while praying in tongues. I knew at the time that the prayers were for the salvation of the operator of the equipment.

NOTE: As I write this the thought occurs to me that speaking with the Tongues of Angels is not much different than an F-14 Tomcat’s moveable wings that will sweep forward at low speed and then sweep back at super-sonic speeds. All automatic, providing the appropriate wing surface at need. More later.


Letter 10a
In Iraq


Dear Dan,

19 February 1998.

I was standing with a group of American soldiers who had just been captured by Iraqi soldiers. There were about 50 or so of us and about two hundred of the Enemy. They had encircled us in a ring, and were armed only with rifles and pistols.

In front of us just beyond our captors were a fence and a hedgerow, and just beyond that we could see an American unit dug in.

The Commander of our group noticed that there was some initial confusion and hesitation among our captors. He immediately took this opportunity and gave orders for us to charge in the direction of the American line. As we did, I noticed that the enemy behind us didn't open fire right away for fear of hitting their comrades on the other side of the ring.

The facing enemy soldiers were too surprised to react as we wrestled their own firearms away and begin shooting. Then, without waiting we hightailed it over the fence and hedgerow into the safety of our own troops.

Some of our boys didn't make it, but we knew that they would have approved of our escape.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 11
A Return To Work - Part 1
My Father’s Work


Dear Dan,

You already know of my accident and subsequent stay at Harborview in 1995***. But please allow me to fill in some details of what happened after I recuperated enough to start working again.

My Dad was a school district custodian until he retired in 1996. The Lord had arranged it that when I was recovered enough to work again in November of 1997, I was hired by the same district that he had worked for, and less than a year later was hired into the vacant position that he had retired out of hardly 18 months prior.

I wouldn’t have gone back to work at all except that the long term insurance agency I had from the previous job kept sending me letters indicating that they were going to cut off my monthly payments unless they kept getting updates from a doctor. So, in early 1997, with the insurance company nipping at my heals, I began to wonder before the Lord just what I could do as far as work went. I was still weak overall, but I thought that doing janitor work might be an option. I figured that because it was physical it would be a form of physical therapy and provide some regenerative exercise.

A friend of mine owned his own janitor company. I asked him if he would let me work with him periodically to see if I could do the work. He agreed, and I found that I could do all right cleaning restrooms and pushing a vacuum.

So, I decided to try out doing heavier work as a school custodian. I applied with the district where my dad had retired from and was hired on as a substitute. I worked that way for a few months when my dad’s old position opened up. I applied for that job and was hired. It was in that job I started to pray in tongues again.

But I was still in a lot of pain, and was unsure of just how long I could work at anything. Beginning with that first job after 7-15-’95 I started down the narrow path of perseverance and continue to this day.

During the time in my Dad’s old position, my relationship with Jesus began to take on new depth and meaning. In order to explain this better I need to digress a little. Years prior to my accident, I began to fantasize scriptural truths, such as “I will never leave you nor forsake you”. For example, I would frequent restaurants during breaks from work or between jobs, leaving me without my wife’s companionship. I would “pretend” that Jesus was sitting across the table from me. The thing is, He took it more realistically than I did and after time I began to realize that by being God and all, He could multi-locate His spirit (His actual person, independent of the Holy Spirit) in just such a fashion. Then I realized that I was not fantasizing at all when I would see Him sitting across the restaurant table from me as we conversed. He was really there. This was real.

And so it was there at my Father’s old job that I began to hear and see the Son better and with more clarity. But, I also saw and heard the Enemy better as well.

Working as the night boss, I was responsible for the custodian that cleaned the building across the street. I remember the first day on the job my dad (he was doing interim substitute work there until the position was filled, and stayed on for my first week to teach me the ropes) took me across the street to checkout the other building. The custodian that worked there happened to be walking outside the building at the same time I was about to go inside (Dad had preceded me by a minute or two). The other custodian took one look at me and said without any hesitation,


The tone and inflection in his voice and emphasis on the word “YOU”, was said in such a way as to be like someone seeing someone else they would rather not, and with the notion that whoever was speaking was already familiar with the other. I knew then that there was “another Force” motivating that phrase, as I had never met the custodian before. In fact, it was a direct verbal communication from the familiar (demonic) spirit assigned to the very same building where I had received the Ghostbusters balloon 13 years earlier.

Somewhere along the line while I was at that job, my wife mentioned in passing that the local school district in which we lived was planning on building more schools. That got me to thinking how nice it would be to work closer to home, as the job I had at the time was so many miles and minutes away.

So, in September of 1999 I began looking for open positions here in the local district. I interviewed for one custodial position at a middle school, but was not selected. Then another position opened that was a full time but split equally between two buildings, 4 hours at one and 4 hours at the other. I interviewed for that position and was offered the job.

It was on my birthday; October 1999 that I officially started in the new position and was looking forward to what I hoped was going to be a retirement career path.

But Jesus had planned something else for the seven months that I worked at the local district. He was about to teach me what His Angel referred to as
“aggressive free-style walking”.


See Letter 261 Volume 5-14

Letter 12
A Return to Work - Part 2
Identifying Curses


Greetings Dan,

Before leaving my Father’s old job in October of 1999, I had some other experiences that were a continuation of my training in warfare.

One occurred at the hospital where I now work.

During my stay at Harborview in 1995 I had been diagnosed with Sleep Apnea. Later on during my convalescence I sought treatment. I found that I did not tolerate a CPAP machine, but I was told about a surgical procedure that helped some people. After I started at my Father’s old job in February of 1998 I went to a sleep Specialist/Surgeon and was later scheduled to have corrective surgery. This surgery was considered outpatient so I could go home the same day.

During the post anesthesia wake-up process there was a nurse sitting in the chair next to my bed. While I was waking up I was still a little groggy, but the nurse started to tell me about something she learned in med school that had to do with my particular kind of surgery. It had to do with some sort of a curse. She said a word or name connected with the curse. After leaving the hospital for home all I could remember from what she said was something like “Oshnead’s Curse” or “Osmead’s Curse” or something like that.

I went back to work about a week later, but I kept thinking about the “O-???” Curse. I think I even did a “Google” search but came up empty.

Then, about a month after that I went to Eagle Hardware looking for a new bathroom water fixture.

In the plumbing section on a shelf was a row of boxes of what I was looking for. And on every box was the name of the company, or at least the product line. There in bold letters repeated many times on box after box was the word “ONDINE”, and I knew then that that was the word the nurse had said that I couldn’t remember.

Later I googled “Ondine’s Curse”. I found out Ondine was a Nymph that put a spell on men after they left her if she felt jilted. The spell would cause them to suffocate in their sleep, hence the connection with sleep apnea.

See attachment #1 for the first paragraph for ONDINE from WIKIPEDIA.

Another thing that happened at work after this was something interesting. I was wondering about what kind of ungodly spirits must have influence over school districts in general and the one I worked at in particular.

While I was thinking about this, these syllables formed in my mind,


They didn’t make sense at first, until I ran them together to make a word:

(Pronounced “mi(as in mitt)-throttle-us”
Even then it didn’t make sense, but later the Lord gave me the words to write down to explain what they meant. Please see the second attachment for clarification.


Letter 12
Attachment #1

From Wikipedia.com:
Ondine (mythology)
Ondines (
Latin: Onda — a wave) are elementals, enumerated as the water elementals in works ofalchemy by Paracelsus.[1] They also appear in European folklore as fairy-like creatures; the name may be used interchangeably with those of other water spirits.[2] Ondines are said to be able to gain a soul by marrying a man and bearing his child.[3] The German folktale of Ondine, a water nymph who curses her unfaithful husband to cease breathing if he should ever fall asleep again, is the basis for "Ondine's Curse," the historical term for congenital central hypoventilation syndrome, in which the afflicted lose autonomic control over breathing, placing them at greatest risk when they are asleep.

Letter 12
Attachment #2


There was a village that was known as Mythropolis,
Which was ruled by a chief named Mythrotellus.
He was really quite weak, and never would speak,
Still the people were awed by his pompousness.

He was married to a voluptuous adulteress
Who the people regarded as some goddess.
But she was quite barren, and spoke only by swearin'
Still the people were swooned by her lovelessness.

For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching,
but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves
teachers to suit their own likings,
and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander into myths.
(2nd Timothy 4:3-4 RSV)

Letter 12a
Standing Watch


Dear Dan,

Sometime while I was working at my Father’s old job, I think in 1998, I had a dream. At the time of the dream, one side of my bed was pushed up against an exterior wall of the bedroom.

I was asleep in my bed. There were two demons who were trying to break into my bedroom from the outside. They were clawing at the exterior siding, and I was resisting them while I was asleep. Then I awoke.

It was a normal work night, so I got up and made ready for work. But I felt lifeless and drained of energy.

After I got to work I made my best effort to stay alert and awake by listening to my FM radio, and praying to God for help.

Finally, when I was vacuuming in the Finance Offices, the Lord sent remedy by means of two songs. With these two songs, the power, or spell that the demons had afflicted me with was broken.

The two songs that played back to back on KZOK-FM that night were my two favorite Classic Rock songs of all time:

All Along The Watchtower - performed by Jimi Hendrix

Won’t Get Fooled Again - by The Who

Thank You Jesus for this - Your Ministry of Deliverance.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 12b
Demon Ship

Dear Dan,

19 May 1998

I was on a boat or ferry of some kind. Many people were on the boat with me that had come aboard to be delivered from demons. I knew there were demons on the boat waiting to attack me but I decided to sit down for a rest.

I found a place to sit up against what seemed to be a mast. As I sat down I noticed a pile of thin wire coiled on the floor behind the mast.

Not long after I sat down some demons grabbed the wire and started to wrap it around the mast in order to tie me up. They made several loops around my body and were trying to get it around my throat to strangle me. I flailed with my hands. That loosened the wire enough for me to get one hand into my pocket and onto my pocketknife. I was able to pull out my pocketknife, open it up and proceed to cut the wire.

As soon as I was free, the demons left.

After that I was standing at an upper level of the ship that was two or three steps above the main floor. One of the head demons came to me as one who had been defeated. He came to the bottom stair and kneeled at my feet. I told him to get up and to leave. As he turned to exit through a door to my left, I raised my pocketknife in anger and ordered that I never wanted to see him again. The demon slowly turned away with his head down in defeat and sulked through the door. Then I awoke.

When I woke up I was all sweaty. As I got out of bed I realized that I was extremely exhausted, mentally, spiritually, and physically. I made it to work, but each step was a struggle. It seemed that the spirits of Depression and Oppression were with me all night. Finally at around 10:30 PM the Lord sent help and delivered me. Even so, it took until Thursday night (when I am writing this down) for me to regain my full strength.

The pocket knife I had in the dream was the same one I carry in waking life. It is a Swiss Army Knife called The Tinker. I carry it because it includes a phillips-head screwdriver.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 12c
Gay Jew

Dear Dan,

30 August 1998
The Lord led me into a friendship with a man suspected by his friends of being gay. The man invited me to become his roommate, and I agreed. His apartment was on an upper level of an apartment building.

Funny thing about those apartments. The bedrooms for all the apartments were one big open room more like an open bay barracks with no physical barrier between sleeping spaces. Every one could see everyone else as they were getting ready for bed and going to sleep, and whom they were sleeping with.

I thought by my friend’s appearance that he might be Jewish. So I asked him what his last name was. He rattled off a somewhat long name, and I knew from the sound of it that it was of Jewish origin. So I asked him, "Are you Jewish"? "Yes", he replied.

I’m not sure why, it may have had something to do with the lack of privacy, but my friend and I decided to move out of the apartment to live somewhere else. As we were leaving, he patted me on the butt as a sign of affection. I said that I did not appreciate being touched that way and asked if he would please not do it again. He agreed.

At that moment the knowledge was given to me by the Lord Holy Spirit that the primary reason for my friendship with this Jew was so that he could be healed, and that I should not refuse or comment on his expression of affection toward me.)

As we were about to leave the ground floor lobby of the apartment building, I remembered that I had left something behind. I left my friend to go back up to the apartment and get whatever it was I had forgotten. I got back up to the apartment and looked in the "bedroom".

Then, all the other neighbors on that floor, who shared our "bedroom" with us, saw me. They became very agitated and violent. And I knew their thoughts;


The crowd picked up whatever loose objects they could find and came at me to kill me. I was able to retreat into a room that was accessed by a balcony overlooking the street below. I closed the sliding glass door behind me, but the mob began beating on the glass.

Just as they had started to penetrate and shatter the glass door, there was a violent earthquake. It shook the building so hard that my assailants were thrown from the balcony, meeting their deaths on the ground below. Only one man was left standing outside. I picked myself off the floor, brushed the dust and broken glass off myself, and carefully opened what was left of the slider, not sure of what the man outside was going to do.

He saw me, and I could tell he was still angry, but then he dropped the steel bar he was still holding, mumbled some words and turned to go.

The saddest part about this is that I recognized him as a Christian Brother from a church I had previously attended, who had been excommunicated due to unrepentant sexual misconduct.

R. C. Theophilus

Letter 12d


Dear Dan,

26 March 1999
Some months ago I had a dream. I don't remember any of the details other than at the end of the dream there was a man who had a strange name,


That's all I remember of the dream.

I had forgotten all about the dream until about 3 weeks ago, when something I was watching on TV apparently triggered the memory of the name, “Kissorrow”. Then the Holy Spirit revealed to me the Name and His meaning.

Psalms 2:12, Isaiah 53:3,4

Psalm 2:12
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
Isaiah 53:3-4
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of
sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 12e
Head Custodian

Dear Dan,

22 August 1999
Last night the Lord Jesus appeared to me in a dream.


I was given a motorcycle that had once belonged to my youngest brother. It was a full dress street machine, with an interesting and versatile instrument cluster. I began riding this bike toward my destination in Kremmling, Colorado. I was relocating there and had already secured a job as a custodian at a High School just outside of town.

After riding along a freeway for a short distance, I found myself entering the high school parking lot. As I passed through the gate at the entrance, a parking attendant stopped me and asked what my business was. I informed him that I was a new custodian, and that I had to report to the
Head Custodian in the lunchroom. After clearing me he waved me through, but not before he had pinned a small ceramic replica of a Ladybug on the sleeve of my T-shirt. I knew instinctively that this was some kind of locator monitoring device, and I flicked it off of me as soon as I was out of eyeshot.

The school was very busy. There must have been a football game or something because the parking lots were full, and the driveways were backed up. So I took advantage of my superior mobility and started to pull wheelies over the parking lot divider bulkheads, curbs, and anything else that got in my way.

This part was interesting because I was doing things on a full dress street machine that you would normally only do on a trials bike. My left leg had been healed by this time, so I was having loads of fun jumping over these obstacles, half standing with my knees bent to absorb the shock of each successive jump.

I pulled up to the back door of the cafeteria, next to the Dumpster. An older custodian was hauling some trash out. At first I thought he has the Head, but he just waved me inside. Upon entering I noticed two things that were a little out of place for a school. One was that everything seemed very clean and well maintained, the other was a spiral staircase at one end of the serving counter. And standing at the foot of the stairs was the
Head Custodian. He seemed to be in His mid-fifties, with black hair and a balding head, and dressed in a typical gray/green uniform. There were traces of sweat on His brow, as if He had just finished stacking chairs.

Before I could speak He looked at me and said,


Then I woke up.

P. S. Whenever the Jesus appears to me in a dream, it becomes the "best dream I ever had", and this one is no exception.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 12f
My Brother's Deliverance


Dear Dan,

24 October 1999
I was with my younger brother (CB7) for the purpose of driving out the demons from him.  My Mom and youngest brother (CB19) were also present, but just looked on and did not get involved.  (My father was not in the dream.)
(CB7) resisted at first, and stuck me with a dirty needle that had infection on it.  I ignored this and continued to take authority over the demons.  After some time, I called the prayer partners at TBN for some support.

After still more time, the demons finally manifested and came out.  One I noticed took the form of a cleaning lady, complete with broom and dustpan.
There was an elevator at hand into which I was corralling the demons in order to send them back into the Pit.  My Brother (CB7) wanted to follow them in, but I prevented him and finally got the demons into the elevator and sent them on their way.

R. C. Theophilus

Letter 13
How I Got to Harborview In The First Place
Part 1 – My Dream Job

Highwayman - Part 1)

Dear Dan,

It seems appropriate now that I should recount the events that preceded and led me to become injured and subsequently staying at Harborview Hospital, and then becoming a disabled worker.

July 15th, 1995 was a bright, sunny summer Saturday perfect for motorcycle riding. In mid-morning I had ridden up to Monroe to see a friend and Brother. Riding back was great, and it was what I needed to settle my mind and spirit after what had transpired in the preceding weeks and days leading up to that point.

In the years from 1990-1993 I was part owner of a small business, a corporation that specialized in floor care and janitorial services. Nearly all of our work was generated from pre-existing accounts from the previous purchase of a small janitorial company and a yellow pages ad. One of the calls that came through in about 1991 was from a small high-tech bio-medical manufacturing company in (L3) named (G8) that needed some floor care. I worked up the bid and presented it to the buyer, but did not get any return call.

About a year later I got a call from the same company but from another person. I resubmitted the same bid for floor care and got the job. This involved an initial strip/re-finish and a monthly maintenance plan. It was good money. At the same time I discerned that their daily janitorial service was performed by a solo in-house employee, leaving them without any back-up substitute in the event that employee was absent. I suggested to my contact that my company could be available to perform substitute-cleaning services if called.

So it was that within a month or so the regular janitor received an ankle injury in a car accident and would be off of work for a month. We were called in and performed the daily cleaning along with the monthly floor maintenance contract.

Then some time later their janitor quit or was fired. Once again we were called to fill in. In the meantime my contact, (P6), who was the facilities manager, sought to hire my company to take care of the entire cleaning package. We negotiated a contract and my company began full-time service.

In the mean time, my partner and I had parted ways business-wise, leaving me as the sole owner of the corporation. After the split I had two janitorial accounts and all the floor accounts. We had earlier hired an employee, (CB13), to work the janitorial route at (G8) and who stayed on for a while after the split.

I sold the floor care side of the business to (CB13) and his wife, and kept the two janitor accounts, one of which was (G8). By this time I was wishing I was no longer self-employed, and was missing the benefits of working for a large company such as vacation and sick leave time, etc.

When I learned that (G8) was in the process of expanding and building a new headquarters in (L23), I approached (P6) with a proposal. I suggested that I be hired on as head of maintenance and help to build the maintenance department from the ground up, as at this point they had no real maintenance department. (P6) said that he had been thinking the same thing, and later in October of 1993 I was officially hired on at (G8) as their Maintenance Supervisor.

The Lord gave to me at this job an opportunity to use every thing I had learned previously as a School Custodian, Business Owner, and US Army Non-Commissioned Officer. I was allowed to build from the ground up all aspects of facilities maintenance as well as supervise various outside contractors. I was in charge of the state of the art security system and programmed all the secure access cards of the employees, as well as managing the physical keys to all the doors. I wrote job descriptions and interviewed prospective employees. It was for me, a high-school drop-out with no college, Vocational Heaven on Earth. I was part of a great team, excellent boss, and good paying, cutting edge, high-tech company that was also good to its employees.

In 1992, while I was still a contractor at (G8), I had occasion to do some work at the (L23) building that they were preparing to move into. It was a shell at that time with only two functioning restrooms upstairs. On one of the days I was there to clean, the Lord directed me to go upstairs, stand in the middle of the open room and proclaim His Kingdom. I did this two or three times.

So it was then, in the summer of 1992 that, unbeknownst to me, the Lord was laying a foundation of “Kingdom Come” which would become critical three years later.


Letter 14
How I Got to Harborview In The First Place
Part 2 – The News That Changed My World

Highwayman - Part 2)

Dear Dan,

During my tenure at (G8) from October ’93 through 14 July 1995, I enjoyed my work tremendously, but for some reason I would become depressed almost every Friday on my way home and have to fight to overcome it. This was not a severe depression, but it didn’t make any sense, since I didn’t have anything to be depressed over. I would think about all the maintenance needs at my house, and it seemed like too big a job, even though I was a maintenance supervisor at my job and was trained and experienced in hands-on building maintenance work.

Routinely I would think; “I just need to turn the corner...” using the football term to describe to myself what I thought needed to happen to overcome the depression.

I think that was one of the reasons the Lord led me in early 1994 to look for and purchase a new motorcycle. My wife (M) and I took off one weekend morning and drove to three dealerships. Yamaha, Suzuki, and Honda.

We looked at Yamaha but left the store unimpressed. Then I test road a Suzuki, said “thank you” and left. All of my previous new bikes had been Suzukis, so I guess I was kind of bored with that brand. Then we went to the Honda dealership. I saw a new red 1994 Magna, test rode it, and knew it was a good fit. We made the purchase, and “down the road I went”.

One weekend I took off eastward on I-90 and ended up at Vantage. I road across the Columbia River and pulled off at the lookout/rest area up above. I remember as I looked across the horizon to the west that there seemed to be a “calm before the storm”. I really didn’t know that I was having a “spiritual” experience at the time, but that’s what it was. I knew and felt that war was coming, and it was not carnal.

In early 1995 Satan attacked. It came in this form. While I was at work, I would begin to feel a pressure above my head that was sort of suffocating. I didn’t know what this was. I would start to feel so bad that I would hide in an electrical closet and sit on a case of towels, trying to figure out why I felt this way, because I did not have a clue.

My only response was to think that I wanted to be around Christians in my daily work, since part of this attack (easy to see it now from perspective) was to try to dislodge me from my good job, working in a worldly environment according to Scripture. So Satan would try to make it seem that I should not be working “in the world”.

It was while this was going on that something else happened.

Early in July of 1995 I had gone up to the local truck stop on a Saturday morning to get some breakfast, but also to look at the movie times in a newspaper. My wife and I wanted to see “Batman” in the theater.

As I was walking toward the table to get seated I spied a used paper lying on a counter. I grabbed it, and then waited for my first cup of coffee to arrive.

As I read the front page I saw a name I knew from my past, a young Christian lady (CS1) whom I had previous romantic inclinations toward when I was single. The news account was about (Z3), in which someone had been killed in an auto accident, deemed to be (CS1)’s fault. You have that story in your possession in the “Red Folder”, of which I continue to be grateful for your custodianship.

During the next two weeks I went into a state of intercessory prayer that I had never been in before. I really didn’t even know enough to call it intercessory prayer. I just knew I needed to help someone in distress.

At this same time, while at work and dealing with the ongoing oppression (remember, I did not know what this was at that time, I just knew I felt really bad for no sane reason) I begin to hear words in my thoughts. Not “voices” like crazy people, but subtle thoughts that said, “cut the rope (my name)”, and along with these words came a vision or memory of a movie. It was a scene from a Clint Eastwood film called “The Eiger Sanction”. In this scene, Eastwood - Dr. Hemlock, is hanging on a rope from a cliff edge, and his friend (played by George Kennedy, who was the person Hemlock was supposed to kill, hence the “sanction”) was throwing another rope to him and saying, “cut the rope above you Jon”.

Now of course I know the voices were angels speaking the Lord’s message, and that was their message, but at that time I wasn’t sure what the source was. I suspected that it just might be the Lord, and so it proved to be, even though the message seemed to be prompting me to cave in to the push from Satan to quit the job.

So I “cut the rope” and tendered my resignation from (G8). This was about two weeks prior to the 15th of July. I had made the effective date toward the end of the month.

On the 7th of July, a Friday, I went out to a field where I liked to pray. It was on that day that I learned that the sentence was passed down by the judge to our Sister (CS1), with her incarceration to commence a week later on Friday the 14th at King County jail, with later transfer to the Women’s Prison in Purdy, Washington. I probed the Spirit Realm (not really knowing that’s what I was doing) and perceived that all that could be done had been done.

Sometime between then and the 14th I even took a personal day off from work and went to and up the Space Needle. I was both led and compelled to do so. It was there that the Lord showed me that all the prayers I had prayed were effective and even caused much collateral damage to the enemy’s camp.

On that day, Friday the 14th of July, I went to the field where I liked to pray. But here’s what was interesting. Within the two weeks prior which I been praying, I had also been given authority over hosts of Angels, to direct their placements. I ordered an Honor Guard along the route from King County jail to Purdy, and I ordered re-enforcements to be sent to the Prison in Purdy to stay and provide protection.

This was all new to me. I had never before felt so powerful or authoritative. And because I learn by doing,
it never occurred to me then to pray for MY OWN PROTECTION!

So, the next day, on the 15th of July 1995, when I was out riding my Magna, “Magnafying” the Lord, Satan was allowed to take advantage of my negligence, the story of which is already outlined in the tome “Incident At Harborview” and the poem “Seven Fifteen ’95”

Here’s where yet another miracle comes into play. During the first week of being hospitalized at Harborview, I somehow managed to find enough strength to call my boss (P6) at (G8). I asked him if I could verbally rescind my resignation which I had tendered almost two weeks earlier. He said he would get back to me.

After (P6) had a meeting with some higher ups, (M) called me and let me know that my resignation had been rescinded. WOW. That meant I could stay on the company books and be eligible for long-term dis-ability insurance coverage that I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW I HAD! This policy paid me for over 2 years until the Lord was ready for me to go back to work.

Dan, I believe it was the prayers that the Lord had me pray as a contractor,
BEFORE I had even a notion of being hired as an employee, that laid the foundation of GOOD WILL, a feature of the Kingdom of God, that moved (G8) to keep me on as an employee, even though they could have just as easily let me go.

And so His word is accomplished and comes to pass throughout the land, for so it is written:

And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God,
to those who are the called according to His purpose. “
Romans 8:28 NKJ

Praise ye the Lord forever.


Letter 14a
How I Got to Harborview In The First Place
Part 3 - But I’m Sure He Said “3”


Wednesday, 25 August 2021, 11:35 AM.
There is another critical event which occurred in the two week period before my bike wreck in July of 1995 that I need to report.

Letter 14 Volume 1 I write about how I found a newspaper article which led to my interceding for (CS1).

But there was another report from a different newspaper publisher which came out five days later. I have
in my possession actual photo-copies of both articles from both papers. Both were front page “above the fold” headline articles. Here is the headline from the first article:


… dated Monday morning, July 3, 1995.

The second article from a different newspaper has the headline of:


… dated (
Saturday) July 8, 1995.

On Monday the 3rd of July I went to the Post Office to purchase a fresh copy of the newspaper in which I saw the first article. As I was reading the headline again, the Lord Holy Spirit said to me that:


Then, on Saturday I went to the Post Office to get the mail, and to see if there was any more news about (CS1).

Sure enough, there on the front page was the report about her sentencing. But it read “6 years”, not the 3 years which I thought the Lord had told me.

While I was still holding the paper in my hand, I looked to God and said to Him:


“I DID!”…

… He replied.

And true to the word of Yahweh, (CS1) was released from prison on appeal at the completion of three years.

About one year after her release, the Lord worked it out so that I could speak with (CS1) by telephone. She confirmed what the Lord had told me about her release from prison after only three years, instead of the original sentence of six years.

Many years later I actually discovered online a legal court document from the appeal where the appeals court judge reduced her sentence from 6 years to 3 years.

Up to that point, that was the only time that I could remember where I heard God speak to me about the future, and it came to pass exactly and precisely as He so specified.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 15
(The Lone Ranger)


Dear Dan,

Rest is now what I need as I inquire of the Lord to see what to write next.

A few Letters ago the Lord alerted me to a piece of software that writers use called “Scrivener”. It is MAC only right now. I am using it to write the drafts of these letters. It is way cool.

I have MAC machines, one of which has VM-Ware Fusion and WIN-XP on it. My most recent acquisition is a MacBook Air, the last model with Snow Leopard on it. It’s gotta be the best all-purpose laptop around. Macs are most reliable. I have almost become a Mac “fanboy”. I won’t go any further than “almost” because to me, proceeding further than that, would put me right at the door of idolatry. I stay as far away from those doors as I possibly can. The Lord alerts me if begin I stray too close. I can however, be grateful for Steve Jobs, Apple, and their products (wouldn’t becoming a “fanboy” of anything start down the road of idolatry and consorting with a familiar spirit?)

Earlier I mentioned that the Lord might use these letters as part of His Testimony. Please know that you are free to share any letters EXCEPT the prologue, because that identifies me personally. Not for my sake, but for those I know who are part of our story that may not want to be made public. I have been trying to figure out how to honor individuals while writing without divulging their identities. The Lord is directing this and we will soon have a solution. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, here is why the first few episodes of “The Lone Ranger” became important to me.

Over the years when I used to attend Sunday Services, and also while listening to radio preachers, I would hear them say from time to time “there are no Lone Rangers in the church.” “OK, you’re the preacher, so you must know” was my default attitude. But there was this still, small voice that indicated “not so fast there…”

In about late 2006 (M) and I would visit my Dad. There was a new shopping mall that had been built just around the corner from where he lived, and there was a Target store there. During one of our visits to Dad, we stopped at Target to get some things. Right at the front was where the “dollar” rack was, and I liked to look for cheap DVD’s there. It was there that I saw the Lone Ranger disc, with episode One on it. “Wow” I thought. “Now I can see how the Lone Ranger actually started”. And sure enough, there was the beginning and facts of how the Lone Ranger became just that.

That was the disc the Lord had me send to you after I was through with it. You have the story so I won’t get into details. But I found it interesting that pastors would use the Lone Ranger analogy in a negative sense without knowing the whole story, and that the hearers would be deceived by not having ALL the truth about the subject.

There are Lone Rangers in the Church. These are they who are faithful unto death, yet still live to fight, and win. Just as it is written:

Then I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, “Now salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of His Christ have come, for the accuser of our brethren, who accused them before our God day and night, has been cast down. And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, and they did not love their lives to the death.
Rev. 12:10-11


Letter 16
Fulfillment of Job 5:12

Dear Dan,

While sitting at my desk at this moment, still contemplating on where to go next in my letters to you, I came across something I wrote, most likely in late 1996. It is a true account of what I would say was the first Evidential Revelation of the Lord’s work against the Spirit of Witchcraft, in my life and subsequently in the Ministry He is choosing to pursue in the World through my angel associates and me. When I wrote at the time in what amounted to a personal journal entry, I wanted to try to write in a late 17
th century English style, such as Shakespearian or The King James Bible. Just for fun. So that’s why it may sound — different. :)

Here it is…

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

Fulfillment of Job 5:12
By CT Janitor 1996

(Regarding my recovery from the motorcycle wreck on 7-15-1995) As part of my recovery I required therapeutic massage. Two therapists, working under the auspices of my physical therapist, were assigned to me.

One was less honorable and, being practiced in the Craft, sought filthy lucre by my misfortune, and said to herself in my hearing, "I will gain a down payment for a new carriage, for this man's injuries are extensive, and will require many visits to my parlor".

Whereby the Lord stood in the way of her wicked intent, and took up the cause of His injured servant. He straightaway sent an angel to her private house, who caused her injury in like manner to her patient, having her leg broken in six places and requiring a titanium rod also. This was so that the Scripture might be fulfilled;

"He disappointeth the devices of the crafty,
so that their hands cannot perform [their] enterprise"
(Job 5:12 KJV).

The Witch never laid a hand on me again, but we saw each other once later at the Massage Clinic, and I perceived she was aware of the True Source of her misfortune when she said to me in passing;

“... well, I guess accidents do happen”.

What was interesting is that, when she was speaking, I looked her in her eyes, and all I could see was Honesty, rather than the Voice of Evil Opportunity. It seems likely then that she was delivered from Witchcraft by the means of this supposed “accident”.



Letter 17
(radio silence)

Letter 18

Dear Dan,

There are some more things that deserve mentioning which happened between the time I was injured and the time I went back to work. This would be from say, November 1995, through November 1997.

I started driving again in about October 1995. Before that I was house bound, but had the services of visiting nurses and physical therapists. I was housebound because part of the reconstructive surgery which occurred at Harborview required that I not bend over more than a 35-degree angle for an eight-week period. I was not allowed to sit upright on a chair. When I did sit down, I had to keep my body almost straight. Fortunately we had a couch that was also a recliner at either end. I would carefully almost lie backwards until I could get into the reclining position. I had to use a bedpan while lying down in bed to engage in the process of solid waste elimination.

As soon as the bending restriction was lifted, I was able to drive again. I had a red Ford Ranger at the time. I remember the very first trip I made was to a gas station in (L5).

And that also meant I could sit on the toilet again. The first time I contemplated this action, I looked down at the seat, and it seemed like such a long way down, and I wondered if I could bend that far, and if I could get back up, since although I could bend over, I was very weak and still on crutches. But the risk was better than laying on the bedpan.

Part of my routine that developed once I was mobile was going to physical therapy three times a week. And after each PT session I would go to massage therapy. But I also took it upon myself to start going to a swimming pool in (L2), where I taught myself how to walk again. Well, I really didn’t need to re-learn to walk, but to strengthen what remained of the muscles in my left leg.

I would walk back and forth in the pool where the water came up to about my chest. As my muscles strengthened, I would get into a shallower part of the pool to increase weight bearing.

Something occurred during this time that was remarkable, and was a sign of Jesus’ continuing love for me and His work in my life.

Sometime in the spring of 1996, I was laying in bed. I was still on crutches from surgery #4. It was then, as I lay thinking about some of the psychological events that had occurred at Harborview Hospital, that I felt my mind start to slip back into what I call the “Land of Insanity”, just as I had at Harborview. It is basically the inability to control one’s own thoughts, or more like this, that the Mind of Satan becomes overpowering to the point of incapacitating one’s own personal thoughts, like a big blob sitting on one’s will or ability to decide.

As soon as this began to happen, I called on the Name of the Lord to “pull me back”, which He did straightaway.

After this occurred I was still being oppressed, and was bordering on delusional. But, I was still able to function. I decided to drive up to Rattlesnake Lake to park and look at the Lake. I remember listening to the radio and seeing some geese floating on the water, and being on the edge of insanity.

The next day I had occasion to go to the store in (L4). As I was walking with my cane through the front of the store, an Old Man came up to me rather rapidly. He handed me a business card and said:


My response was a very non-emotional “I’m well aware that Jesus Loves Us”, after which the old man quickly walked away.

I paid for my stuff and walked out of the store to my truck. In the corner of my eye to my left I could see three young people, teenagers, sitting on the curb, two boys and a girl. As I was putting the key into the lock to open the truck door, I heard one of them speaking these words;


Not understanding at first what was spoken, I turned around and asked, “Say again?”


one of them repeated.

I nodded my head in acknowledgment and proceeded to get into my truck and depart.

I know now that the psychological events at Harborview and later was a contrived battle brought about and provoked by the Lord to teach me the truth concerning “greater is He that is in you than he that is in the world.”

And so is the Word of God made manifest in all His saints.


Letter 19
A Few Dollars Less

Dear Dan,

In April of 1997 my wife and I received the financial settlement from the party that injured me. It was not an individual, but an employee of a company that ran into me while on the job. He was a valet parking a Jeep Cherokee that was owned by (G9). So the insurance company of his employer, (G8) paid for the error made by his hand.

We received six figures short of seven. Minus 1/3 for the attorney(s), and a few dollars more for expenses. (M) and I cleared about $500,000, of which $200,000 was invested in what is called a “structured settlement” in the form of an annuity that makes monthly payments to me, and will until my demise. After we retired our mortgage, purchased a new car, and paid off the rest of the bills, we did have some money left over, $40,000 of which I wanted to invest in the commodity futures market.

In the years prior to my accident and subsequent settlement, we had become casual friends with a family that was in the upper middle class financially speaking. They were Christians, and I was close to their son-in-law, (CB4).

(CB4)’s father-in-law (“the futures guy”) had developed a trading strategy that had done well for he and his family over the years. Since it seemed pretty clear that (M) and I would receive a sizable amount of money, I wanted to be prepared to handle it.

We met with the family a few times to learn how to trade futures. The “futures guy” had even published a book on the subject, and I was given a copy. So, when I got the money in hand, I opened a commodity futures trading account with an on-line brokerage out of Chicago.

At the time, the strategy pointed toward orange juice contracts. I had deposited the money with the brokerage but had not yet made any purchases. This was in early May of 1997.

(CB4) and his wife had moved to South Carolina years earlier, and I wanted to go visit them. So (M) and I planned on my going in late May of 1997 for a two week visit, with (M) staying home to take care of our pets and house.

One day, about a week or ten days before I was scheduled to leave for South Carolina, I had occasion to use the bathroom in the seated position. By this time it felt normal to do so. So as I was sitting there thinking about the trading strategy and whether to make the purchases before I left or wait till I returned I heard words in my mind, very similar to the words I heard while I was still working at (G10) instructing me to “cut the rope”.

So, I had that memory, but still wondered as to the source of the words that I heard. The words where;


Now, an understanding of what that means requires a bit of explanation to those unfamiliar with COMMODITY futures trading, which is not the same as buying and selling stocks or ETFs.

It only takes a fraction of the dollar value to purchase a contract of whatever commodity relative to the total value of the entire order, in this case orange juice. At the time, one contract of JO (Juice, Orange) would have cost about $2,000, so ten contracts would have cost about $20,000, half of what I had on deposit.

So I sat there on the toilet wondering why I heard these words, what their source was, and whether it might have been the Lord. Since I wasn’t sure, I left it alone. And besides, it wasn’t part of the trading strategy that I thought the Lord had already given me from “the futures guy”.

In the mean time, I had to make preparations to leave for South Carolina, so I waited on making any trading decision one way or the other. I could easily call my broker from anywhere in the country with my purchase instructions.

After arriving at my friends in South Carolina I settled in for the two-week visit. On the third day after my arrival, I was sitting on the couch in the evening looking at the financial section of the newspaper. It was then I saw a report of something that made my jaw drop.

There had been a small tornado go though some of the orange groves in Florida, sending a sense of trauma through the “trading pits” at the commodities market. The tornado caused some damage to the orange groves subsequently causing the price of Orange Juice contracts to go “limit up” for three days in a row.

At that time, there were limits on how much a commodities price could fluctuate up or down on any given day to prevent too much turbulence in the pricing structure. Without regard, having the price go “limit up” three days in a row would make anyone having long (buy) positions become that much wealthier quite suddenly.

In my case, if I had purchased the ten contracts of JO before I left home, or even upon my arrival in South Carolina, I would have easily cleared a profit of at least $200,000, probably more, on just a twenty thousand dollar risk.

I was stunned.

Was the word that I heard on the toilet and the tornado from God? I turmoiled over this for a few days, and decided that I had better buy the ten contracts in case it was the Word of God. I wanted to be obedient. But when God says to do something, it ought to be done
now or yesterday, whichever came first.

After I got home, and had more time to think, I bought the ten contracts in an attempt to be obedient to what I thought just might be a “Word from the Lord”, but by then it was too late. The price went back down to normal, causing a loss of $20,000. It was then I decided to dis-continue trading futures personally, and give the other $20,000 I still had to an active broker.

This broker also had a good strategy, but Satan was allowed to affect his decision-making, which netted an $18,000 loss in less than twelve months. So, with about $2,000 left from the initial $40,000, I closed down all commodity accounts.

Well Dan, needless to say, I still wonder about that. But as part of my training, the Lord has often reminded me of a scene from a movie called “The Rock”, with Sean Connery and Nicholas Cage. In one scene Connery and Cage are working together to overcome bad guys, and Connery is seen throwing a knife at an enemy, hitting him in the throat, and saying something like “
don’t ever hesitate”.

OK. So after that I decided to default to ACTION if I hear a directive and am unsure. It’s better to do something good that’s uncalled for than to do nothing and miss God’s plan.

The thing is I spent almost a week considering what I heard, rather than a day or two at most. I also think I just wasn’t experienced enough in hearing the Lord speak to me in such a direct fashion.

My “safety” is the Scripture. If there is any conflict in what I think I hear with what is written in Scripture, I stop, pray, listen and study the Bible some more.

It also occurs to me now as I write this that the episode was a teaching tool using temporal wealth, so that when the Lord issues an instruction pertaining to eternal wealth, (i.e. anything pertaining to the Salvation of Men and the furtherance of the Kingdom) I will not hesitate in doing what I hear immediately. Meanwhile over the years, I took up the practice of drinking Orange Juice in the hope of one day drinking at least $40,000 worth so I could recoup my losses. (That’s a joke :) )

I will accept anyone’s prayers to always remember and be motivated by that lesson, and to value obedience in accordance with Scripture over anything else.

So here’s the bottom line.

IF I had not deviated from the plan given to me from “the futures guy” that was clearly outlined in his book, I would have been
safe and would have made some money.

IF I had not hesitated in doing what the Word had directly instructed me to do at the time I heard Him, I would have made LOTS of money immediately. Kind of like casting nets on the other side of the boat.

I’m still learning.


P.S. Not long ago I quit drinking Orange Juice in favor of Grapefruit Juice. It makes better soda.

Letter 20
Overcoming Masonry

Dear Dan,

Sometime during my recuperation, very likely in mid 1997, I went to the small store front Church (U4) which I believe you were and maybe still are a part of. I don’t remember how I heard about (U4), but I found it somewhat fascinating that one of the co-founders was someone who I had known earlier from the small Jesus People house church (U1) I went to as a kid.

In any event, I remember going to a Sunday night prayer service and there being a time of prayer requests and laying on of hands. I went forward to have the elders lay hands on me and pray.

Prior to this time I had been thinking about the various problems and sins in my family, juxtaposing that concept against the scripture that says, “…visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth
generation. " (Numbers 14:18).

Now, my two younger brothers and I are generation number four according to that verse, what I call the transitional generation. In fact in my family there is a photographic portrait of sons, each the eldest, each at eight years old. Our Great Grandfather, Grandfather, Father, and Me.

The family story is that our Great Grandfather emigrated from Ireland as a young man, and that he came from a family of criminals and brigands. At least that’s what my dad had stated to his sons.

Our grandfather was an alcoholic, and could be verbally abusive to his wife, especially when drunk. But he could also be nice at times. I remembered though something I knew as a child that gives me many clues now as to one of the vectors of evil in our family.

Grandpa had an unusual portrait that hung prominently in the dining room. It was strange and fascinating at the same time. It showed a multi-tiered pyramid with various drawings of men ascending up the pyramid. Some seemed to be wearing a sort of hat like a Fez.

And then there was his ring that had the interesting symbol with a diamond in the top middle. It was the Compass and Square symbol of the Freemasons. And the picture? I’m sure now that is was a diagram of the various degrees of Freemasonry and how to attain them.

When I went forward for prayer, I remember it was Pastor (CB2) that laid hands on me and prayed. I mentioned something about the verse from Numbers, and that I was generation number four.

But he did something interesting. Instead of praying back four generations like I thought he would do, he went back ten.

So, it is the Lord that delivers, even back to the tenth generation.


Letter 21
From Sea to Shining Sea

Dear Dan,

The two weeks I spent with my good friend (CB4) in South Carolina in May of 1997 were eventful in several ways. (CB4) was both a student and scholar at the University of South Carolina in Columbia, but he was on break for the two weeks I was there. That gave us time to spend together and to take in some historical sites. Of course, the Carolinas were part of the first thirteen colonies making them a little more notable historically than the states west of the Mississippi.

Prior to my visit, I had become aware and somewhat enamored with the story of the CSS Hunley (
see www.hunley.org). Commissioned in the Confederate Navy, the Hunley was the first submarine that was ever successful in battle.  I had learned some things about it reading online, and had watched a TV documentary on the subject.

So, one day we took off in the car I had rented and drove around. We went to the State Capitol museum, where they had a true scale mockup of the Hunley submarine, and other neat things found in museums.

We also went to the State Capitol proper, and the Baptist Church where the Articles of Succession were signed.

At one point we found ourselves in a courtyard of some historical building in the capitol area. After walking around the courtyard briefly we started to head back to the car just some feet away. I saw another man walking also in the courtyard about thirty feet of where we were.  

Just then some things happened simultaneously.  The motion of the man slowly walking got my attention, and as I looked over at the man his eyes met mine for an instant.  At that moment the Gift of Discernment of Spirits became active in me and I knew that I was locking stares with a demon (in the man).  I leaned toward the man slightly while my mind was calculating all this and he stopped short in his tracks.  Then the Gift of Knowledge became active and I knew it was not "my time" yet to begin casting out demons. My friend, observing this event said, “What was that?” Since I really didn’t know at that time, I just shook my head, shrugged and continued toward the car. All this happened within about three seconds, but I remember it clearly to this day.

The one thing remarkable that I remember is the look on the man’s face. It was not angry, but what I would describe as a sickly kindness, one that would deceive adults. Like a corrupted form of the very subtle smile portrayed in Da Vinci’s Madonna painting.

Another event happened this way. One night while laying in bed getting ready for sleep, I was listening to the walkman radio I had brought with me and perusing the various stations on both AM and FM. I stopped on what sounded like a Christian station, and listened for a while.  Then there was a break in the music and some announcements were made about upcoming events. One event in particular caught my attention.

It turned out that Petra was going to be in concert at a local Christian college within days. Petra is at the top of my list of most favorite rock groups, along with The Who and Jethro Tull. So I was grateful that the Lord had timed this so perfectly.

The next morning I approached (CB4) about going to the concert with me, and he agreed. We went. The concert was good, and we had a good time. Thank you Jesus.

On another outing we journeyed up to North Carolina, to Charlotte. Along the way we stopped at a place that had been planned to be a sort of Christian Disneyland, called Heritage USA. It was part of the ministry headed by Jim Bakker, who had been incarcerated and recently let out of prison, for supposed criminal activities associated with the enterprise. Jim Bakker had then written a book that described his ordeal called “I Was Wrong”. I had read the book before going east and when I found out that Heritage USA was along the way to Charlotte I suggested we stop there to look around and maybe have lunch.

We made the stop and what I saw seemed to be pretty cool. It had the Peace of God there even though some buildings had been abandoned and the grounds were not kept up as good as they might have been. But we had lunch in what was a sort of shopping mall. I liked it there. I could go back anytime.

We made it to Charlotte in good time. Our destination was a place called Morningstar, a ministry founded and headed at the time by a Mr. Rick Joyner. I had read some books by Mr. Joyner and liked them. And, for a little while, (CB4) and his wife had attended church services at Morningstar.

We made it to an evening service. I sat in the back row and listened. At the end they mentioned something about having prayer for individuals. (CB4) mentioned something about going up, taking a number, and then being prayed for.

So, I went over to where the prayer booths were (made up of office cubicle dividers large enough for a three or four chairs around a table) and took a number.

When my number was called, I was led to a cubicle. There sat a man in his late fifties, and two young people, man and women, in their early twenties. The Elder led with prayer, and then the young people prayed. They were learning how to minister the prophetic word to others.

I had never seen anything like this before, but it made sense to me. There were two young people being mentored in the Lord by an Elder, doing those things that the Church is supposed to do. I remember afterward mentioning to (CB4) how I thought they were actually “doing it right”.

The two prophetic words given to me about my life in Christ were simple and straightforward. One said that I was like a cowboy going after strays. The other saw me as a rock climber but that I didn’t have many tools. The remedy was to pray for more tools.

After the prayer session I walked over to Rick Joyner and shook his hand, and his wife also as she was standing nearby.

All in all that was a blessed time there.

Another thing we did together was to drive south to Charleston. We drove through downtown a ways and found a place for lunch, and then we drove out to the bay where there is a Naval museum and where the ferry landing is to go out to Fort Sumter, where the first shots of the Civil War were fired.

We took the ferry out to the island and toured the site. Then we went back over the water and headed home.

I really enjoyed this time and see it now as a time of healing and learning. And, with our trip to Fort Sumter over Charleston Bay, I can honestly say I have been “from sea to shining sea”.

So I pray the Lord will bring forth repentance from His Church in this Nation, forgive our sins, grant Mercy to the elected officials, destroy the unholy agreements with hell, and heal the land.

In Jesus Name, Amen.


Letter 22
(radio silence)

Letter 22a
The Man In The Red Jacket


Sunday, 8 October 2023, 11:49AM.
A very remarkable thing happened…

The Lord Holy Spirit is reminding me of an event which took place not long after I went back to work in November of 1997, after recovering enough from my motorcycle wreck to do so.

My wife (M) and I had gone to a popular Fish ’n’ Chips cafe called Skipper’s, located in (L5). After we were done with our meal and started to leave, I noticed a wadded up paper napkin to my right, laying on the floor adjacent to my path of egress. Since there was a trash can right next to the exit door, I (painfully) stooped over and picked up the trash, intending to put it in the waste can on my way out the door.

As I raised back up, my eyes came into the direct line of sight with that of another man, wearing a red jacket. He was standing about 12 feet in front of me, behind a half-height divider-wall, to the left of my path of exit, with the trash can and doorway to his left and my right.

As I continued to walk slowly toward the door, the man-in-the-red-jacket left his place and started to walk in my direction. He seemed to be aiming for the condiment bar I had just past, which was now behind me about 10 feet. As we walked by one another, his red jacket brushed slightly against my red jacket, making the low “whooshing” noise which that produces. I kept moving, put the napkin in the trash can, and followed my wife out the door.

Post Event Analysis Says That: There are more than a few details that I witnessed that day which stayed in my memory ever since.

The first item was that I noticed the man was wearing a red jacket which appeared identical, or almost identical, to the one I was wearing.

The second was that his overall appearance reminded me of (P6), who was the Facilities Supervisor and my immediate boss at the business with which I was employed at the time of my bike wreck. The man’s facial structure was almost identical to (P6)’s, along with his height and weight.

But something else I remember was the gaze of the man. As soon as I looked him in his eyes, I saw very Strong Determination and Focus of Purpose. And as we passed one another, while his jacket touched mine, I could sense an even stronger Spirit of Compassion emanating from him.

At the same time of this occurrence, I had an on-line relationship with a small Church in a different State, and would occasionally exchange mailed letters with the Pastoral Staff. In one of the letters I remember commenting about this event, and wrote that I suspected that the “man” I saw might be one of my
guardian angels.

Turns out I was right, as later on the
Lord confirmed my suspicion, and identified the man as angel Gabe.

This is why I could sense the compassion coming from him, since that was part of the message the Lord was sending to me at that time. There is more I could say, which I may do at some future date.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 23
The Day Of 7
Part 1 - Revelation 18:1-3


Dear Dan,

I started the new job at (G2) being in a lot of pain. This was October of 1999, and Jesus was with me in Spirit always. I resigned in May of 2000 having worked there for a total of seven months. I did not want to resign, but I developed such a severe muscular pain in my lower back, on top of the nerve pain and compartment syndrome pains in my left leg, that I just quit. I was not thinking straight, because if I had I would have asked for a medical leave of absence to find out what was wrong and get it fixed.

The Lord used the seven months I worked at (G2) to make fast our relationship in His Love and Grace. In spite of the severe pains, and even in the midst of them He was there. Incidentally the new job was very similar to the one I had just left in that I was working at an office for the first half of the shift, then going to an elementary school for the second half of the shift.

In the movie “The Matrix”, which was released in the US on 31 March 1999 (
IMDB.COM), but I did not see until later on video, there is a scene where Neo is just learning how to fight. He is plugged into a computer-learning module and given various battle simulations to overcome and achieve. That’s how it was with me at the Elementary School at (G2). I was “plugged in” somehow in the Spirit and learning new things quickly. Jesus’ presence brought me comfort, but He delegated the instruction of battle to His angel, Gabe.

The following account concerns how the Lord began to reveal to me angels in my life in general and Gabe in particular.

My wife’s younger sister has four sons and two daughters, and when they would come to Washington from (L3) for the holidays we would have each nephew and niece that wanted to come over to spend a night or two. So it was that the youngest nephew, whose first name is Gabriel, but is called Gabe, was at our house for a few nights the week before Christmas 1999.

In order for me to go any further with this account, I need to bring up some back-story of what may seem like an unrelated event.

A few months earlier there had been a news report of a murder that had taken place in (L1). A man, (P2) had taken the lives of his wife and children. Then he had tried, unsuccessfully, to take his own life in jail. For some reason the Lord had highlighted these events to me at the time.

On one particular evening the week before Christmas, I was attacked by evil spirits. I knew by the Lord then that they were the same gang that were successful in getting (P2) to murder his family (see enclosed). It was very much like the oppression that I had experienced at (G8), but with a directive. They were trying with all their might to motivate me using this thought: “kill your wife”.

My response was two fold. One; I was angry, and two; I knew I had to get away from the house fast. So, still being calm, I told (M) that I was taking my young nephew Gabe to (G10) to play video games and maybe get a snack.

After we ate, we went into the small store adjacent to the restaurant. I found something I wanted to purchase, and as I went to the counter to pay, I had my right hand in my coat pocket, gripping a “Jesus Loves You” pen. It was my intent to give the pen to the clerk at the counter, but only if I could get what I had come to call a “clean shot”. This would involve looking the person in the eye and saying “this is for you” while giving them the pen. This action was designed to penetrate past any demons that might be on board and get the Gospel Message, the Seed, planted deep into the soul. The Growth of the Knowledge of Jesus’ Love for an individual does more damage to the Enemy's camp than any other Word. But because of the inherent distractions happening around the counter and the clerk, I was not able to get a clean shot, so the pen stayed in my pocket.

We turned and headed for the exit with me a little in front of my nephew. I was disappointed by not getting a clean shot in with a Jesus Loves You pen. At that very moment, for no earthly reason I felt my nephew pat me on the back. I knew I was being comforted because of the demonic assault at home, and my own disappointment for not being able to proclaim the Gospel. But my nephew-in-law had no knowledge of what had just transpired both at home and at the counter with the checkout clerk. Yet his action was perfectly timed.

Later on Gabe (the angel) would use that event to identify himself. And that’s when I started calling him Gabe. He said he was not Gabriel, but one of his cousins. Fair enough. Once he articulated his full name, which started with “Gabe…” but the rest sounded like gibberish to me, so we settled on just “Gabe”. Easy.

The pat on the back gave me a distraction to think about that overcame the most recent memory of the murderous spirits that had just invaded my house. So when we got back home, I was either not aware of them, or they had left.

This occurred just before Christmas 1999. But it got even more interesting, or worse, depending on how you look at it, in the months to follow. But I’ll get to that in the next letter(s)…


Letter 23a
(Coffee Time)


Dear Dan,

With the last letter, #23, I started to write about the events that begin to occur during the seven-month period that I was employed at (G2), October 1999 - May 2000.

The next series of letters will continue what was begun in Letter 23. But while contemplating these matters before the Lord, He has led me to take a break with this letter as I take time to learn more clearly from Him how best to describe what took place.

There are many things that happened all at once, so it seems from here that I will take things on in a more topical approach, rather than chronological.

It’s likely that Letter 23 will get a new title, but no change is needed for the content.

I hope you and your household are well.

Enclosed please find a printed version of my contact information.

Be Blessed. We are Loved.

Letter 24
The Day of 7 - Part 2
Breaking The Silver Cord


Dear Dan,

As I previously mentioned Letter 23 has been renamed. The new name is: The Day of 7 - Part I Revelation 18:1-3.

In October of 1999 when I started working at (G2), I discovered through a Brother the existence of a small house Church located in (L4) named (U3). I worked at that job and attended this church regularly throughout the seven-month period that I now call “The Day of 7”.

I had weekends off so I was able to attend the Saturday night meetings. I have always been more at home at house churches because I grew up in a Jesus People house church. And I find that home meetings are often hosted and attended by other Lone Rangers (see
Letter 15), although they may not see themselves in that light. It was at (U3) that a prayer for deliverance was given over me, which has continuing effects in the Lord’s ministry through my life to this day.

Within the first month of my attendance, the Lord told me that my own mother-in-law was a host to one of the five predominant Princes of Witchcraft that Satan had assigned to the West Coast of the United States. It would appear that this fits the Scriptural category of a Principality, with a Power being over the five Princes, or The West Coast Principality of Witchcraft.

I was then moved by the Holy Spirit to ask for prayer for myself at the next meeting, which I did. But the realization of this thing had me shaken to the core. Not only did I have what I thought was a routine, human relationship with my mother-in-law, but also with a Fallen Angel of Witchcraft. Furthermore, Satan was aware of the Lord’s directive to me to attain this prayer, so the opposition to my even admitting to and agreeing with the truth was great.

That’s where the training of the “Buy Ten Contracts” Word came in (see
Letter 19). I think you can guess that losing $200,000 or more by delaying my obedience was not a small thing, nor very easy to forget. Looking back, I think it was that lesson that gave me the strength to follow through with the Faith to believe what I heard about my Mother-in-Law, and act on it.

At the next meeting, when I went forward for prayer, there were two friends (CB1 & CS2) I had known for years there. I asked it they would join me in agreement, which is in itself another story for later. They went forward and stood with me in my weakness.

The Church Pastor (CB5) laid his hands on me and prayed. He prayed by the Holy Spirit, and I remember one phrase that was spoken went something like this;


Afterward one of the two friends, who was a regular attendee, said that was the most powerful prayer they had ever heard the Pastor pray.

Even after the Day of 7 ended, I continued with this Church for some time and received many blessings, and a unique Word of Directive, which will be revealed within the next few letters.


P. S. Dan, when I am finished writing these letters, I will send you a decryption key so that you will know what all the codes mean. It appears that these letters are turning into the Word of My Testimony, and as such must be told to others while keeping identities of people secret. I would like, and the Lord would ask, that you and your wife have full knowledge of what is being said.

Letter 25
The Day Of 7 - Part 3
Pain Management


Dear Dan,

One of the many ways that Jesus proved and confirmed that what I was going through, meeting angels, His presence, etc. was of Him happened like this.

Much of my journey since July of 1995 has been dealing with pain of some sort. Before that I was in pretty good health, even though I was somewhat overweight. But since the accident, I have had ongoing nerve and muscular pain. I was also diagnosed as having had something called “compartment syndrome” in my left leg. This left some of the muscles in a partial state of atrophy, that caused me to walk with a limp, and causing my right torso to be overworked. I was still discovering how and to what degree I needed to be treated medically. I did not really have all the medication and treatment I needed to perform rigorous and sustained physical labor, which is what the type of work I was going into at the new job was.

During this time I suffered high level, debilitating pain(s) that I found out was supernatural in source, and the remedy was also supernatural.

Not long after I started attending the House Church at (U3) the Lord’s presence in my life became so strong that I could actually take His Spiritual Hand in my physical hand and feel his Spirit Man with my spirit man. Then, during one of the real high pain episodes at home, which were induced by the presence of Satan through one or more of his operatives, I remembered something from my days at Harborview Hospital.

There is a medical device called a PCA, which stands for Patient Controlled Anesthesia. You have a sort of remote control with buttons, and when the pain medication starts to wear off or the pain gets too high, all you have to do is press a button, and pain medication is then automatically dispensed through the I.V. tube into your body.

In the same way, the idea occurred to me to squeeze Jesus’ hand, which I did, and it worked. The pain diminished. And for as long as I needed it, He was there with His nail pierced hand for me to squeeze. Thank You Jesus.

On another prior occasion, I was sitting on my couch in the family room. I had just taken a Vicodin pill and was waiting for it to kick in. I folded my hands behind my head and closed my eyes to relax. Then three things happened. One, I felt what seemed to be a form of narcotic effect, but is was stronger and too soon for it to be the medication. I remember thinking; “this is more than Vicodin”. Immediately after that, with my eyes still closed, I saw, briefly, a flash of white light, and at the same time the face of a young man within the brightness (see Mark 16:5 and Revelation 18:1). At the same time I seemed to experience a sort of a faint, where my head listed to one side and my hands let loose and fell on my lap.

The faint didn’t last too long, but it was a taste of Heaven in the midst of hell. I found out later that the Young Man I saw was Angel Gabe.

After this, at a Church Service at (U3) I came in from outside to find a seat. The meeting had already started and it was time for prayer. I quietly made my way to an empty couch, but at the same time I was in high pain, so I reached out for Jesus’ hand. At exactly the same time that I squeezed His hand, a Lady in the congregation uttered the Name "Jesus” as if the Holy Spirit had just touched her.

So there was more objective evidence that I was not being deceived.

Lots of things like this happened during, and after, the Day of 7, but;

“… these are written, that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God;
and that believing ye might have life through his name.”
(John 21:31)


Letter 26
The Day of 7 - Part 4
Busting Ghosts At School


Dear Dan,

The first half of my work-night at (G2) was at an office, with the second half being at an elementary school. Lunch was in between. At the office part of my job I was on my own and more or less my own boss.

There was a lady night custodian at the school that left thirty minutes after I arrived, so we really didn’t work together, but sometimes I would eat lunch at the school, and she and I would socialize at that time. The Head Day custodian was also a lady, but I rarely saw her, since my shift began long after hers ended.

It was during this time that Jesus taught me many things and exposed me to “Middle Heaven”. This is the dimension inhabited by “earth-bound” spirits, and used as a way of egress for angels coming and going to and from the Third Heaven. Middle Heaven could be differentiated from the First Heaven (earth’s atmosphere, sky, space, etc.) as being expressed in thoughts, dreams, fantasy, music, and even theatre. I’m sure you have heard the phrase “the thought occurred to me”. Thoughts have a source. Question is, from where? I think that’s why the Scripture admonishes us to “take every thought captive”.

I remember one day getting to work at the school and sitting down for lunch. The lady night custodian joined me and we began chatting about usual stuff like weather and work. Then I observed something unusual. I saw a set of black eyes emerge into her own carnal eyeballs, which were light in color. The black eyes were not carnal eyeballs, but I could tell they were eyes. Then I saw them recede. This was the first time I know of where I actually saw a demon inside of another person. Gabe indicated to me that another angel was provoking the demon to “surface” so I could see what I saw and learn from that experience.

Then there was this. I was reminded of the “Ghostbuster Balloon”. And one night at the Elementary School I was directed to sit in the Head Custodian’s desk chair. When I walked into the supply room I could see a spirit, a demon sitting in the chair. I protested at sitting in the chair, but was reminded of the Ghostbusters Vacuum, the one that they used to suck up the ghosts. And Gabe said, “you’re the vacuum”. "Uh, ok," I may have replied. So I sat down, superimposing my body onto the demon, and actually absorbed him into myself. I could actually feel something squirming around inside me. It was not an evil sensation, nor was it painful to me, just weird conflict. I could tell the devil did not want to be in there. Then I was directed to go outside. Gabe and some other angels then somehow extracted the demon from me and took it away.

This happened one or two more times in as many days. Then, not a week later I was summoned to the Principal’s office for a meeting with the Principal and the Head Custodian. The Head Custodian was complaining that she felt that a “lack of communication” had occurred between her and me. The Principal suggested that we establish a written logbook to exchange needed information.

Gabe said that we had disrupted a communication system whereby a demon would sit in the Head Custodian’s chair and gather information from other demons that would roam around the school, and then feed that data directly to the mind of the Head Custodian Lady. One of the roaming demons was assigned to watch me while I worked at night. After that demonic network was destroyed, the Head Custodian no longer had whatever clairvoyance available to her that informed her of my previous night’s activities. This bothered her enough to complain to the Principal and ask for the meeting.

The school was scheduled to be remodeled the year I started working there, and preliminary work including some demolition that was started in February of 2000. The Lord was using that time of physical demolition to demolish demonic strongholds that had risen over the years.

Once, while I was taking a break outside, I could overhear one of the contractors talking to another. He was complaining of “going crazy” working in a crawlspace. This happened just after Gabe informed me that demons had taken up residence in the walls and other spaces. This confirmed to me what Gabe had been telling me about how demons can inhabit structures.

Part of our job was to pray to ask the Lord to deliver the School from Satan’s power. The Lord responded by sending more angels to “clean out” the building during the demo work. Contractor Angels to work (secretly) with the human Contractors to demolish and rebuild rotting parts of the school.

Even though I was witnessing spiritual victories, it was not without fallout. It resulted in a great deal of pain on my part, to the point of my having to quit the job. But, I also knew that the work that needed to be done to protect the students and faculty from an evil future had been accomplished, and that the Lord was pleased. It also taught me how to hear angels speak to me.


P.S. Dan, I recently joined an online game. While I was trying to think of a screen name for myself, the Lord gave me this one, “
Romanus Theophilus”. I will hereafter sign these letters by that pseudonym. The name “Romanus” I already had from previous thoughts. The name represents the Roman soldier at the cross who said “truly this was the Son of God”. I believe by that confession he was saved then, hence the New Name “Theophilus”.

Now when the centurion, and they that were with him, watching Jesus, saw the earthquake,
and those things that were done, they feared greatly, saying,
Truly this was the Son of God.
(Matthew 27:54)

Letter 26a
The Day Of 7 - Part 4a
The Wrath Of The Son
Killing Liberty


Dear Dan,

Toward the end of 1999 I was shown something at the elementary school where I worked.

One night, as I was vacuuming a classroom, my eye was drawn to something on the teacher’s desk. It was a small cardboard box the size of a deck of playing cards. In fact I first thought that’s what they were because of their shape and size.

The design on the outside of the box drew my further attention. It was a stylized skeleton surrounded by gothic artwork. Since it was close to halloween, I thought maybe it was a deck of playing cards with a halloween motif. I wanted to see what the cards looked like, so I opened the box, which wasn’t sealed, and checked out the cards. Inside what I saw was something that almost resembled tarot cards. They weren’t though. Printed on every card was a phrase very similar to what one finds on the outside of a pack of cigarettes. Things like “WARNING: Smoking causes cancer”, and other phrases one finds on the side of a pack of smokes.

And I remember that each card had a skeleton with a funny name that was designed to cause the viewer to think of people that smoked or used tobacco in a negative, reproachful fashion.

I seem to remember they were produced by the USFDA or some other official government department, and designed to be used as a teaching aid for teachers to instruct students as to the dangers of smoking cigarettes.

But for the rest of the night, the Holy Spirit instructed me that the cards were in fact a form of witchcraft. The phrases on each card were a form of a curse. Here’s why. Smoking does not cause cancer. CURSES cause cancer.

This does not mean that abuse or overuse of tobacco might not bring about health problems. But, at least from the Lord’s perspective, CURSES cause cancer. That’s one reason I always try to end my communication with “God Bless You”, or simply “Blessings”.

Not long after that, I was at (G10) for dinner, and Jesus took up His usual spot on the other side of the table. As we conversed He begin to get angry, and at the same time I was reminded of that deck of cards. Then I thought Jesus was really ready to blow a fuse, so much so that I was getting afraid.

But He calmed down after a minute, making sure I had a clear understanding of how much attention He pays to children, and how much He HATES IT when kids are indoctrinated with reproach and hate, in this case against those who smoke.

A few years later 60% of registered voters in the State Of Washington voted to outlaw indoor smoking in public spaces and private places of employment.

You want to know what’s funny? During the summer, after the Day of 7 ended, but before the voters prohibited smoking, the angels and I had occasion to take a ferry boat ride, just for fun. During the trip we walked from one end of the boat to the other. In the front end there were some people sitting in the open air section. No one was talking at all, and the atmosphere was sullen. We went to the back, downwind end of the ferry, where you were free to smoke. There were a lot of people there in a jovial mood talking and smoking. And I thought, people are much happier when they are free. For it is written:

“Now, the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is Liberty…”

I could tell the Lord was there. And of course, I lit up too.

But after the people voted to restrict smoking, I knew that Liberty in the State of Washington was being killed in increments not easily noticed.


Letter 27
The Day Of 7 - Part 5
Lexicon Of Love
Don't Use Satan's Dictionary


Dear Dan,

Somewhere at the beginning of The Day of 7, Jesus asked if it was all right with me for Him to introduce me to “someone who was gay”. By that time I had learned to say “yes” to whatever He said, because He is after all Lord God. I assumed that I would be meeting a homosexual that needed deliverance and that I could pray for him or something. And I did have the dream from a year earlier called “Gay Jew”, so I thought He was referring to fulfilling that dream or something.

But... it was not in my mind at the time that Jesus might be using a different dictionary, like He did when He referred to “raising this Temple in three days”, meaning His body, but the hearers took Him to mean the “brick and mortar” temple building within view. When Jesus used the word “gay” He did not mean a perverted man. Rather, He meant someone who is “happy, bright and cheerful”. And so it was that I begin to meet the one of whom it is said in the Book of Revelation:

“… and the earth was made bright with his splendor…”

One of the solid objective evidences that the Lord provided me to substantiate my relationship with Angels was a Christian relationship with a Brother, (CB3) who had a prophetic anointing. I met him at a small home Church (U3).

Not long after the Lord introduced me to Gabe, on about my second or third visit to (U3), I slipped a piece of paper into (CB3’s) shirt pocket. I don’t remember what it said, but I do remember that I wrote something the Lord moved me to write down. At the next meeting, (CB3) came up to me afterwards and begin to describe how what I had written down was exactly what he was going through. We then agreed to speak in greater detail after the service, which we did at a cafe.

It turned out he was experiencing very similar angelic occurrences in his life to what I was going through. We met many more times after church at the cafe to share stories.

And every time I saw (CB3) and said “Guess what, Gabe said thus and such”, he knew what I was talking about and agreed.

One time at Church I read aloud to the Congregation something that I had written about how the Lord revealed Gabe to me. They didn’t bat an eye, as if this was a commonplace event. I learned later that (U3) was, and maybe still is, a major hangout for Angels in that area, perhaps on the West Coast. I will now relay what Gabe told me about himself, that I had told (CB3), and that was confirmed to both (CB3) and me.

Gabe’s resume contains the following:

I Samuel 5. He was the one the Lord sent to knock over Dagon, twice, the second time breaking off the idol’s hands.

Judges. He anointed Samson with the various ideas of what to do to the Philistines, and the Strength of God to remove the Gates of Gaza.

I Kings 22:19-23 “I will be a lying spirit” (God cannot lie, so an angel has to do it)
And he said, Hear thou therefore the word of the LORD: I saw the LORD sitting on his throne, and all the host of heaven standing by him on his right hand and on his left. And the LORD said, Who shall persuade Ahab, that he may go up and fall at Ramoth–gilead? And one said on this manner, and another said on that manner.
And there came forth a spirit, and stood before the LORD, and said, I will persuade him. And the LORD said unto him, Wherewith? And he said, I will go forth, and I will be a lying spirit in the mouth of all his prophets. And he said, Thou shalt persuade him, and prevail also: go forth, and do so. Now therefore, behold, the LORD hath put a lying spirit in the mouth of all these thy prophets, and the LORD hath spoken evil concerning thee.

Matthew 16:5 The Young Man in White in the empty tomb who said: “… do not be alarmed. You seek Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He is risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid Him. But go, tell His disciples—and Peter—that He is going before you into Galilee; there you will see Him, as He said to you.”

Revelation 18:1 Angel with Great Authority…

Revelation 22:8-10 And I John saw these things, and heard them. And when I had heard and seen, I fell down to worship before the feet of the angel which shewed me these things. Then saith he unto me, See thou do it not: for I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren the prophets, and of them which keep the sayings of this book: worship God. And he saith unto me, Seal not the sayings of the prophecy of this book: for the time is at hand.

Revelation 22:16
I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 28
The Day of 7 - Part 6
Don’t Click That Link!


Dear Dan,

I think it was in late October 1999 that (M) and I were at a birthday gathering at her parents. We were gathered in the living room talking about a recent political initiative to be put before the voters. It had to do with reducing the vehicle car tabs to $30.00. The discussion varied and part of the talk centered on how it would become difficult for people that relied on the bus system since a large part of the transportation budget came from vehicle license tabs.

I brought up the subject that I believed that God would provide for all of our needs regardless of the tax structure. That provided an opportunity to talk of God’s Love, and I spoke of Jesus specifically. Then, I believe the Holy Spirit moved my full attention to my Mother-in-Law. I said to her after speaking of Jesus, “… and He loves you (P3)”. “Passionately”. Passionately”, I repeated.

While I was speaking these words I observed a strange expression come on the face of (P3). She turned up her nose and turned her head slightly to one side at the name of Jesus, as if what I had just said was repugnant. The other thing that happened when I started speaking the Name ”Jesus” is that my Father-in-Law got up and left the room, being motivated by a Spirit of Deceit.

One of the guests at the party commented on whether I was one of those “Born Agains”. I confirmed his assessment with words from the Holy Spirit. “Well spoken” was his reply. (I believe it likely that Gabe was prophesying through him at that moment). I was just plain scared at what I saw.

As I write this I believe that the event occurred prior to the events in Letter 24. I remember it was this strange revelation that the Lord used to get my attention and to inform me soon after of the Spirit of Witchcraft that was living at my parent’s-in-law house.

Another revelation that occurred was how the use of the terms “Mom” and “Dad” with my own parents had been hijacked. It turned out that the years of living on property that was infested with demons had taken its toll on my own family’s relationship. Somehow demons were able to intercept those terms of endearment, and whenever I called on the phone and greeted my folks with “Hi Mom” or “Hi Dad”, I would get weird answers. I don’t remember what they were, but I do remember what the Lord’s remedy was. He directed me to use both my Mom and Dad’s proper names (CB6) and (CS4).

This worked as the demons were used to hearing me use the terms that they had hijacked. It bypassed their expectation, but it did hurt both my parents for the short time that I used their proper names, since their son was no longer calling them Mom & Dad. About a month or so after this revelation Jesus delivered my folks and their property completely from demons, and I was able to use Mom and Dad again without any evil attachments to those terms.

This is not unlike someone attaching a link to a virus or “trojan” in an email. Click on it and you’re screwed (oh, unless you’re using an Apple Computer of course. They have immunity :) ). I think things like this happen a lot without people knowing it.

So, sometimes the entire hard-drive needs to be re-formatted to completely clean the operating system.


Romanus Theophilus

P. S. My in-laws were also delivered from demons later on, and are still under “protective custody” unto their salvation.

Letter 29
The Day of 7 - Part 7
“You’re A Trekkie” She Said


Dear Dan,

The Lord wanted me to meet other Angels that He had put in my life, so He directed Gabe to take care of it. But while that was happening I was also learning just how bad the evil presence of Satan was in my home and in the area (L1) where I live.

Just after Jesus revealed Gabe to me and we started having routine conversations, I became aware of two evil spirits in my kitchen. Gabe then said that they were Satan’s two top lieutenants. I told them that I didn’t know why they were there, but that they had to leave. And they left. But their very presence left me weakened.

And in the midst of the Day of 7 I became exceedingly despondent and depressed. I really didn’t know how I was able to go to work every day, but I did.

One of the ways that the Lord kept me alive during this time was to perform therapeutic massage, literally, on my spirit man. I was lying in bed, barely asleep when I felt as if in a waking dream, and Mighty Spiritual Hands were massaging my spirit man, through my physical body, massaging life back into my heart. I cannot accurately describe the sensation, but I knew Who it was, and that it was GOOD. The very hands of the Great Physician.

Another way was for two angels to “co-habit” my body with me and give me what amounted to a form of “spiritual moral support”. If I turned away from them in my heart, the despondency grew. If I accepted their spiritual touch, I was strengthened. This lasted for about two weeks until the bulk of the fighting was over and I could “stand on my own feet” again.

One of the many ways that the Angels kept me alive during this time was to provide various distractions from the presence of evil. You and I might think of distractions as a potential waste of time, but I must give Gabe and Company credit. Their distractions are full of instruction and revelation, and even humor. They take after our Father in Heaven in that regard.

Another time Gabe said that a particular Angel wanted to meet me.

Now, there is a trail behind my house that I like to take walks on, so Gabe said we should go out onto the trail. I walked a little ways to the bridge that goes over the river. Coming towards me was a woman that appeared to be in her early thirties, blonde and plainly attractive.

I remember now she had a dog with her. I asked her what kind of dog she had, and she said it was a basset hound. I asked what its name was. “Astro” she said. “As in the Jetsons?” I replied. “Yes” she confirmed.

Then as we both continued walking is opposite directions, after a few paces separated us she said back to me:


How could a Stranger on a trail that I had never met before have any inclination as to what I was or knew? It turns out that this Lady works with Gabe as a team. Kind of like Mrs. Peel and John Steed of The Avengers. And they had both been my Guardian Angels since I was born. I found out later that her name is Gabriella.

It was they who I met at (L5) during the liberation of PraiseTree when I asked them to act as two witnesses in November of 1999. I didn’t know then who they were. I just knew that I wanted two witnesses to confirm the Word of the Lord. They “happened” to be there and were obliging.

It turns out, I was later informed, that they were as astonished as I was. The Lord just told them to show up dressed a certain way and to do whatever I asked them to do. They were surprised about the deliverance of PraiseTree. So the astonishment of the Young Man was genuine.

And then there are the two “Doctors of Theology” as I like to call them. They work for Gabe, but are themselves an inseparable team. Markus and Luciferion (Little Lucifer, who did not rebel). Mark and Luke for short. Mark ministers the Wisdom of God, and Luke the Reason of God. And since they are two, they also can confirm things in Court if need be.

Then there was Jesse, who was a Warrior and was responsible for security. Now, I will state something that may sound unscriptural, but on close examination I believe stands up to Biblical scrutiny.

Jesse rebelled some months after I became aware of him as being part of our team, and was cast into Satan’s camp. A replacement was then required, kind of like Judas had to be replaced. Scripture states that it is the “tail of the Dragon” that drags one-third of the stars from Heaven. “Tail” means something. It means toward the end of Satan’s work. It seems that from our perspective the one-third of angels that fall do so over a period of time. Perhaps on the eternal side they have already fallen, but from here, in this time/space continuum, they are “falling” and some haven’t even fallen yet.
I believe it is likely that Paul alluded to this when he said; “even an angel from heaven” (Galatians 1:8) when he spoke regarding “another gospel” being preached.

I wondered why and inquired of the Lord about Him including a “falling” angel in our group, and it was to reveal just that, at the least.

The replacement’s name is Maiah and leads a detachment of Angels from one of Michael’s companies. So far she has remained faithful to God and her job. And so has everyone else. I’m grateful for that.

And with that you now know the full compliment of Angels that I run with on a continuing basis.


Romanus Theophilus

P. S. I have given the Angels with me a middle name and a last name, to make my understanding of them a little more “westernized” and American.

(First Name) Joy Yahweh

Letter 29a
The Day of 7 - Part 7a
The Trailer


Another way was by this dream.

I was sleeping outside in front of a small travel trailer, I think not far from an ocean beach. Then I felt the Mighty Winds of the Holy Spirit, as if produced by a huge fan, on my back.

The Air flowed from underneath the Trailer around me with exceeding great force and velocity, yet I remained in a state of peaceful repose.

And in the dream I was given to understand that the Wind of Blessing was blowing away the Curses of Satan.

All of them.

The curses through my own family. The curses through my wife’s family. The ancient curses of the Original American Tribes.

All blown away.

The Wind felt the same on my spirit man as the Spiritual Massage felt (see Letter 29 Volume 1).


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 30
The Day Of 7 - Part 8
The Liberation Of PraiseTree


Dear Dan,

It was in November of 1999 that the Lord allowed me to participate in the liberation of PraiseTree from the ancient curse. This was just before Jesus started introducing me to Angels in person.

But the Lord recently reminded me of something that had occurred over twenty years prior to that event, which, along with the prophetic utterance given to me by Jesus, provided me with yet further objective evidence as to the Kingdom Origin of this Word.

In about 1977 I was invited to go to what was then known as (L5) by my friend (CB1) to hike the trail up to the ledge by the same name. We both enjoyed the woods and even a little novice mountaineering, so when (CB1) mentioned something about a rock ledge with a crevice at the top one could climb down into I was eager to go.

After our short hike to the top of the ledge and a look around, we begin to make our way back to the bottom.

At about two thirds of the way down we stopped for a little rest. My friend took a few steps off of the trail and into the woods. He then raised both of his hands and began to worship and praise God. As I observed this I knew he was being moved by the Holy Spirit to do so. Because this was a common occurrence at the Jesus People home church we both attended I was not surprised at the time. But, looking back, I now know that (CB1) was responding to the Spirit of Praise, ministered through an Angel to the Saints that live near or visit the area, but whose ministry was being hindered by someone named (P1).

The Liberation of PraiseTree was revealed in November of 1999, but it would be five months later that the Lord would complete the Word of Deliverance for PraiseTree by removing (P1). I will describe in some detail how that took place in the next letter.


Romanus Theophilus

P.S. Did you know that the World Trade Organization protests that happened in Seattle at the end of November 1999 got violent because Satan was angry with God’s Word to Liberate PraiseTree? (L5) flicked his tail on that Word and incited the crowd to violence. A short time after the riots, while I was at work, I heard these words in my mind:

“Look what you did to our City”.

“What do you mean, “look what I did to your City?”“ I said to whomever, or so I thought. I heard the phrase again, and a third time. Finally I started getting a clue, and asked Gabe, whom I knew by that time, what it was I was hearing. He said that those were the voices of the Angels of the Churches in Seattle, and that they were grateful for the deliverance from the poison of (L5). It sounded at first like they were mad at me. Just thought you might like to know.

Letter 31
The Day of 7 - Part 9
The Removal Of Leviathan


Dear Dan

Sometime after January of 2000 the Lord opened my eyes to see a spirit, or in this case a twisted set of three spirits that the Lord called “Leviathan”. This entity was seated on my wife’s TV chair in the family room.

Our TV chairs in the family room were situated so that (M) and I were facing one another with the TV to one side, in this case to my left and her right, so that we would have to turn our heads to watch TV. I noticed that as I would watch TV, my peripheral vision could see my wife’s head turned toward the TV, but I could also see another face looking straight ahead at me.

I wondered at this for some time, even days. Then one night after (M) had retired for the night the Lord directed me to sit in my wife’s chair. I kind of had an idea as to where this was going since I had already some experience with this with the removal of familiar spirits at work.

I sat down on the chair and somehow took Leviathan into my body. Then I went out onto the back deck and expelled the devils into the Lord’s hands, Who removed the enemy forthwith.

The next day I could tell that things were better between my wife and me. There was better communication between us, an absence of underlying anger (which to my wife’s credit never really manifested as she was stronger than the evil spirits), and no more demonic aliens sitting in my wife’s TV chair. Praise God.

I don’t know exactly now long Leviathan was in our house. I do know that I have a tendency to spend more time than necessary analyzing things. One time while I was sitting in the family room I could feel something like a burst of evil shoot at me from Leviathan. Gabe said that I had just taken a “hit”. Another time Gabe jumped in front of me and took a hit on my behalf. This happened quickly but I could still see it occur. (This why I can call Gabe my friend. He took a bullet for me).

It was not long after that Leviathan was removed.

Something else happened in the family room. Jesus was with us and I had gone out into the kitchen and was coming back in when I stumbled and started to fall over. I put my hand out to steady myself against one of those newer wooden style TV trays. Of course, it was not strong enough to hold me up under a diagonal force, so over I went, breaking the TV tray in the process. I did not get hurt because Gabe controlled and slowed my fall.

Then Jesus said that there were had been a few demons left in the family room, and that He had put them into the TV tray while it was breaking. I was given specific instructions on how to deal with them. I put the broken pieces into a black plastic trash bag and tied a knot at the top to securely close it. Then I put the bag in the back of my Chevy S-10 Truck.

Later, we went out for coffee to a restaurant. As I was walking past the bed of my truck I heard what sounded like one of the wood parts in the bag hitting another, not many times but twice. Jesus said that the demons were getting restless and causing the wood to move a little. After coffee we threw the bag into the dumpster outside. The demon possessed TV tray most likely ended up in a landfill someplace in Oregon.

Wherever they are so they shall remain until Judgment.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 31a
The Day of 7 - Part 9 (a)
The Deliverance Of (CB9)


Dear Dan,

The Lord reminded me of this important event from the Day Of 7.

In the early stages of the Day Of 7, as part of my training in the Lord and His revealing the works of the devil, I was eyewitness to the manifestation of a demon in a young boy by the name of (CB9).

He was being fostered by (CS2) and was living with her at the time that I started to attend Church at (U3).

(CB1), (CB8), and (CS2) were also attending Church at (U3) at the time. When I found out that (CB1) and (CB8) met at (CS2)’s house before going to Church, I offered to drop by (CS2)’s place to pick everyone up for Sunday evening services.

(CS2) had a small hot tub, and after asking I was allowed to use it, hoping that the heated water would alleviate some of my pain.

One Sunday I arrived early so I could soak in the hot tub. (CB8) was there along with (CB9). I remember that (CS2) wanted to add some bleach to the water for sanitation purposes. (CB9) asked what the bleach was for, and I responded that it would “kill all the little germies”. Somehow I knew that there was a larger reference being made than just at the biological level.

(CB9) also wanted to soak in the tub, so a pair of shorts was found and he joined me. Afterward we had gotten dry and (CB9) and I were sitting alone on the front porch. (CB9) then did a strange and unexpected thing. He got into the lotus position on the chair, forming circles in both hands by touching the second finger to the thumb.

I asked him what he was doing, and he answered;


At that moment I knew that he was demon possessed and that the demon(s) inside him was praying to his god, Satan. I prayed also, and a little later (CB9) stopped what he was doing. The Lord did not lead me to do anything like binding, etc. I was observing only. But I did pray.

This happened just after I was introduced to Gabe but before I begin sharing angel stories with (CB3).

The other thing I remember is that I could feel, somehow, the spiritual tension surrounding both me and (CB9), and I knew there were forces from both sides present, from God’s camp and Satan’s, ready to “get it on”, battle-wise.

At that time (CB9) was about ten years old. I remember (CS2) had remarked about her concern for him in that he had gained a lot of weight in a short amount of time. And he smoked quite bit.

(CB9) disappeared from my “radar” not long after that. But I pray the Lord would remember him and deliver him from evil. In Jesus Name. Amen.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 32
The Day of 7 - Part 10
“The Word Against Snoqualm


Dear Dan,

One day while at work, in the second half of my night at the school while on break, I was talking with (CB3) on my cell phone. We were talking about some things in my life that were burdensome to me, when out of the blue he said: “what is The Word Against Snoqualm?”

I asked “say what?”, being surprised at the very sudden and complete change of subject. “What is The Word Against Snoqualm?” he repeated.

I don’t remember the rest of the conversation, but I do know that he and I had never before spoken together of anyone by that name, nor had I ever heard of anything other than City of Snoqualmie, Snoqualmie Falls, Snoqualmie Pass, and Snoqualmie Indian Tribe. I had never before heard the words truncated like that to just Snoqualm.

As soon as I went back to work I took this new subject to the Lord in prayer. A few days later I was directed by the Lord (through angel Gabe) to go to Denny Creek Park. It was in April 2000, and there was still snow on the ground.

Again, angel Gabe indicated that I was going to “vacuum up a ghost” or words like that, like I did in Letter 26. And I brought the digital camera along in case I saw some cool pictures along the way.

We parked at a bridge and walked (ok, I walked and the angels must have floated or something) into Denny Creek Park. After looking around and getting some pretty good photo shots we went back to the bridge. It was then that I was directed to go and stand in the middle of the bridge and wait upon the Lord.

So I did that. And shortly thereafter, Gabe and Company brought Snoqualm to me, an old evil spirit that had been lurking in the woods there in Snoqualmie Valley since men inhabited it. The Angels then somehow “pushed” Snoqualm into my body. I could feel an additional pressure inside me for a short time. Then they took Snoqualm out of me, took him into custody and away to be incarcerated in the Pit.

And so came to an end the long rule of Snoqualm over the people of the Snoqualmie Valley.

May the Lord Jesus Christ and the Gospel of His Kingdom be proclaimed throughout the land and endure forever. Amen.


Romanus Theophilus

P. S.
I often wondered why this procedure was used, especially since (so far) I can find no Scriptural precedent for such a maneuver. But I am reminded of the general “Greater Things” clause for the last days. So, I guess I put this event in that category. But let the reader know this. I take the Bible at its Word, and even more where it says “
try the spirits, to see whether they be of God.” (1 John 4:1) and “These were more fair-minded than those in Thessalonica, in that they received the word with all readiness, and searched the Scriptures daily to find out whether these things were so. (Acts 17:11)”.

Letter 33
The Day Of 7 - Part 11
A Place Of Refuge

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Dear Dan,

I live in a housing development (L6) that has community property ownership of two parcels of land, one of which is a small sandy beach on a river. So I can really say that (M) and I own “beachfront property”.

In the midst of the spiritual battles at home and at work, the Lord reminded me of this feature that I hadn’t really thought about that much before. So I began taking the short walk from my house to the sandy beach to just listen to the river; the white noise of the rushing water.

But I still felt oppressed and thought I was being followed (which of course I was) by the familiar spirit demons assigned to my community.

At some point I decided to explore a little along the riverbank. I saw a point where there was a property line that marked the end of the community property and the beginning of another property owned by someone else.

Now here’s the interesting part. As soon as I stepped foot onto the adjacent property all the oppression ceased immediately. “Wow”, I thought. “The demons are restricted to (L6)”.

So, I found a place to sit along the riverbank on the neighboring property and rest. It was there that Jesus would sit on a log facing me and minister His Word directly to my mind and soul.

And it was there that He gave me the courage to stand up to the Witch living at my In-laws place, the Leviathan at my home, and other various enemy elements.

I spent as much time there between battles as I could, enjoying our Creator and His Creation and being healed.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 34
The Day Of 7 - Part 12
Collateral Damage


Dear Dan,

I think that one of the hardest things I had to do during The Day Of 7 was to try to communicate with (M) about what was going on.

One night while I was sitting on my front porch thinking about things and being very frightened (this was before Leviathan was revealed and removed), the Lord moved me to go into the family room where my wife was, and say the following:


Then I went back out onto the front porch and sat down. I was shaking before, during and after I said this. I knew I was addressing Evil Spirits of some kind. A little later (M) came out onto the front porch and said; “You’re scaring me, Romanus”. “That Church you’re going to is making you crazy” she added. She was referring to (U3) when she said this.

At one point I told her about the prophetic Word the Lord had given to me about PraiseTree, and that I was able to see angels and demons.

She could not handle that.

Later on I had to do something even more difficult. It was revealed to me that familiar spirits living at my Parents-in-Law (P4) would communicate with my wife (through Leviathan I found out later) whenever my wife’s Mom or Dad would call her on the phone.

So, I sent an email to my mother-in-law (P3)
forbidding them to contact our house in any way. I did not forbid my wife from contacting her parents, but I was using my God-given domestic authority as Husband to establish a boundary, even a spiritual boundary. It was a “no contact order” given to the demons at my in-law's house.

This hurt my father and mother in law much the same way my own parents were hurt when I started using their first names in order to communicate around the presence of demons at their house.

(M) became very angry after she found out about the email, but I found it interesting that she respected what I said, and so did my in-laws, even though they were confused.

Later on the Lord used the death of (M)’s father’s brother, her uncle (P5), as a form of distraction while He healed the wounds caused by the restrictions that I had imposed, the ensuing confusion, and the attacks of the enemy, since Satan was seeing the end of his comfortable place of abode.

We had no contact with (P4) for some time until the news came that (P5) was gravely ill and was not expected to live. (P4), (M) and I all met at the hospital to visit (P5). This was the first time I saw (P4) since I had made the “no contact” order.

There was no discussion concerning that as our attention was focused on (P5). I knew at the time that the Lord was using that moment to begin healing the wounds in our family.

Later, after (P5)’s death the Lord gave me a confirming sign about this that also brought me some comfort. I had gone up to (G10) to play some video games. While in the gaming area I noticed a man standing at one of the video consoles. Then something remarkable happened.

To understand this, I need to explain that some video games, when gaining a high score, allow for the player to enter initials or any letters onto a high score screen on the game menu, so that people can compete with each other.

The man stood near the game as if he had just played, yet aside enough so that I could see the screen. But what I saw on the screen was not a normal entry. The screen was filling up with the name (P5), (M)’s uncle’s first name. This name was superimposed a multitude of times all at once on the entire screen. This I knew was not normal behavior for the game. And I knew it was a sign that the Lord was fully aware of what was transpiring in my life at than time.

Later on Gabe confessed to being “the Man” standing there at the game console and that he performed the miracle, for that’s what it was, at the instruction of the Holy Spirit.

That was over a decade ago as I write this letter, yet I know that it was part of the Lord’s strategy to create right relationship within my family. I have seen the fruits. Evil spirits are carriers of curses, much the same way that rats carry the plague and mosquitoes carry malaria. The presence of evil spirits of any kind destroys right relationship.

But the presence of the Word of God brings forth Righteousness and right relationship.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 35
The Day Of 7 - Part 13
“Aggressive Freestyle Walking”

Mother Freedom)

Dear Dan,

Thinking back I can remember many instances throughout the Day Of 7 of the Lord sending messages of comfort, confirmation, and instruction in small, granular amounts just by having me hear a mere “scrap of information” here and there.

One time while I was out walking, I came to the place where the trail behind my house intersects with the road. There was a swing-gate there at the time to keep unofficial vehicles from entering the trail. The gate was made of galvanized heavy gage square hollow steel, with a lateral height of at least four feet.

It was in the early evening so that the light was sort of dim, but one could still see well enough to discern activity.

Suddenly a young man came walking rapidly past me and said something. I turned to better hear what he said. Then I saw him take one step ONTO the gate with one foot. I immediately thought how unusual that looked since the gate was way too high for a person of normal size just to step up or to be able to get a foot on the gate without at least jumping up first, rather than taking what looked like a normal step. This guy was only a little taller than me.

While he was stepping onto and then down on the other side of the gate, he looked back at me and asked if I had ever heard of “aggressive freestyle walking” and that one needed to wear studded shoes or shoes with spikes or something like that. He didn't stop but just kept on going.

The whole exchange seemed weird and out of place, but it occurred at a time when my whole life seemed weird and out of place.

After some thought I realized the Lord was saying that I needed to be aggressive in my walk in His freedom. That is what a lot of the current spiritual war is about. Freedom to be in Christ, and “he who the Son sets free is free indeed”.

Another time I was out walking in the evening twilight on the trail, and I came upon several young people. One had a gas can. I made a friendly inquiry as to what they were doing. They said, “Our brother is out of gas”. Later on I knew they were angels talking about me. I was the one that was out of gas.

On another walk I passed a group of young people. I was smoking a cigarette, and one of them, a young man that was dressed like a punk rocker, asked what brand I was smoking. I showed him my pack of smokes, which happened to be More Menthol. He took one look and said, “Hey man, those things will kill you”. I looked back at him and said,

“I’m already dead. How can you kill a dead man?”

The angel just smiled, patted me on me shoulder and kept on going.

Another time I was walking and all of a sudden a horse and rider came up out of the brush onto the trail. I asked the rider what kind of horse he had.

“Tennessee Walker” he replied and rode on.

I think my attitude after that was something like; Alright already, Lord! I get it! I get it!


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 35a
The Day of 7 - Part 13a
Lunch With Angel Gabe


Dear Dan,

One of the ways that the Lord used to help make easy my growing awareness of angels in my life was to have angel Gabe join me for lunch at a local restaurant.

I had arrived at the truck stop and taken a seat at the counter, placed my order and then waited while sipping coffee.

A few minutes later a man* came in and sat down on the empty stool next to mine. He placed an order for a beverage and a meatloaf dinner, after which he initiated a conversation with me.

He started saying how difficult it was to find someone to have a meal with and that he was grateful that I was willing to talk with him.

Then he began talking about Abrams Tanks being used in Iraq during Desert Storm, and the tactics of digging tanks in for cover and concealment. And he made a reference of stowing MRE rations in the cargo pockets of the camouflage BDUs that were then still being issued in the U. S. Army.

We talked off and on for the rest of the meal, then I thanked him and left after paying.

All the while that we were talking I kept wondering to myself if this man* was angel Gabe, because earlier before we left the house, Gabe told me in spirit mode* that he would meet me at the diner.

Sometime later on in the day I was joined by Gabe in spirit mode*. He then admitted that he was the man sitting next to me. I then joked with him on his choice of condiments, because I distinctly remember him putting both ketchup and Tabasco Sauce on his meatloaf.

Later on we had lunch again in the same manner at the same restaurant. But this time he was there with other M1* family members.

I was sitting in one booth, and another man was sitting in the booth next to mine. I could see that he had a notebook and that he was writing something. I started a conversation, and found out he went by the name Terry**. Then I asked him what he was writing in his notebook. He showed it to me and let me read a poem he had written. I remember it was a nice poem, but the only part that I recall was something about speaking in tongues.

Then the Lord Holy Spirit led me to ask this question:



he replied.

After that I said I was a Christian and that I believed in Jesus. He responded that Jesus was a “watered down version”. I really didn’t know what to make of that statement at the time, but as I write this Letter the Scripture comes to mind that says:

…but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant,
and coming in the likeness of men”.

Philippians 2:7

So in our language of today saying that Jesus was a “watered down version” of the Son of God is accurate. Accurate that is, until He was resurrected, after which He was glorified and is now seated at the right hand of the Father with all authority.

Then Terry said something about “lucid dreaming”, and some other things. Then he got up and went over to another table where four people were sitting, and he began talking to one of the Ladies at the table.

At that point I was finished with my meal and got up to leave, parting company with Terry and his other friends in a cordial manner.

Later on, in spirit mode, Gabe said that he had indeed been the man Terry, and that the Lady at the other table was angel Gabriella.

*A friend of mine and I recently observed that there are three basic ways in which God sends angels to earth. These are:

MODE 1 = Stranger Mode (Hebrews 13:2)

Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing
some have unwittingly entertained angels.

In this mode Angels can interact with humans, including using what I call “funny money”, without “blowing their cover”.

MODE 2 = Presence Mode (Luke 1:19)

And the angel answered and said to him,
“I am Gabriel, who stands in the
presence of God,
and was sent to speak to you and
bring you these glad tidings.

In this mode Angels are sent in their glorified angelic bodies to minister in the Presence of God and speak glad tidings.

MODE 3 = Spirit-Fire Mode (Psalm 104:4)

Who makes His angels spirits,
His ministers a flame of

In this mode Angels are sent as spirits, leaving for a time their tangible, spiritual bodies. In this mode they can take any spiritual shape needed to message God’s Word. And it is from this mode that the Lord transforms them to inhabiting human-like bodies, or MODE 1 “Stranger” mode.

SPECIAL NOTE: According to angel Gabriel, angels can appear in dreams and visions in both Mode 2 and Mode 3.

** A long time ago I picked up a hitchhiker named Terry. We became friends and he rented a room for a while in my Grandmother’s house in Kirkland.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 35b
The Day of 7 - Part 13b
Where Satan’s Throne Is


Dear Dan,

In the Book Revelation Jesus dictates seven Letters to all the Churches.

These Letters, along with the rest of the Book of Revelation, were proclaimed to the Apostle John by Jesus’s own angel (Gabe), then distributed through seven written copies, with one copy each given to the angel of each of the seven Churches, as specified within the Letters.

In one of the Letters, Jesus mentions the Throne of Satan, then located in Pergamos. This reference is found in chapter 2, verse 13.

One time during the Day of 7, (see Letters 23 - 36 Volume 1), angel Gabe answered a question I had asked him about something in the Bible.

My question, which I asked in late 1999 or early 2000, was whether he knew where Satan’s throne was at that time. He answered by saying; “Saddam Hussein”.

This inquiry arose from my own knowledge of Scripture, and because Gabe had claimed to be the same angel that brought the vision to the Apostle John, which became the Book of Revelation, while John was on Patmos Island. Satan’s throne was in Pergamos at the time John wrote the Book of Revelation.

I figured it very likely that the Devil’s headquarters might have moved over the 2000 or so years since Revelation was written. I also figured that since angel Gabe had something to do with the Book of Revelation, he just might have access to the information that would answer my question. Based on world events at the time of my asking, his answer sounded plausible. And as of this writing, at this moment in time, I have no reason to doubt angel Gabe’s word.

In 1991, after the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait and the subsequent expulsion of Iraqi forces back into Iraq, the U.S. established “no-fly” zones over Northern and Southern Iraq. Satan saw these no-fly zones and knew his days of having a safe haven with Saddam Hussein were numbered.

Later on in 2003 the United States and a Coalition of Allied Forces invaded Iraq and overthrew the Hussein administration. Mr. Hussein was then tried in an Iraqi Military court and found guilty on charges of crimes against the Iraqi People. He was executed in December of 2006.

Mr. Hussein’s execution and the establishment of a newly elected government in Iraq essentially left Satan looking for a new place to establish his throne. The Devil had already surveyed many areas after the no-fly zones were put into place. He finally settled on Bellevue, Washington, of all places.

This was because he saw the tremendous wealth represented by Microsoft and other related Wealth Controlling Interests in the City. Satan’s level of lust for human wealth helped to inflame his decision. He also saw that the spiritual covering of protection, which a founding Church provides a geographical area, had been eroded away, thereby providing him a soft target and an easy vector of approach to attack.

This was because the first Church to be established in Bellevue with Apostolic authority had become
apostate. The tipping point came when it allowed (real) idols to be sold in the church library, along with printed instructions on how to pray to the idols. See Letter 343 Volume 5-15, and also Vision - Satan Dethroned - Letter 154b Volume 2.

This spiritual erosion gave Satan a whole lot of freedom to begin to re-establish his throne. But the Lord countered his move by placing me in a position of intercession for Bellevue. This infuriated Satan, and he then began a vicious campaign to force me to resign from my job. Most of his efforts to do that have already been documented in these letters:

Volume 1
Letter 42 Comfort and Refuge 2011-11-28
Letter 45 Demons And Discernment At Dennys 2011-12-06
Letter 47 Faith Comes by Audio, And Audio By iPod 2011-12-12
Letter 56 The Hand of Satan 2012-01-03
Letter 57 The Accusations Of Satan
Part 1 - “It Sends The Wrong Message” 2012-01-03
Letter 58 The Accusations Of Satan
Part 2 - “A Mere Scrap Of Information” 2012-01-03
Letter 60 Pain On Steroids 2012-01-07
Letter 62 On Trial 2012-01-07

Volume 3
Letter 137 Islam At (G6) 2012-09-16
Letter 137a Holy War, Holy Peace=2016-08-13
(13 hours. Remember Benghazi)
Letter 146 Familiar Spirits 2012-10-15

Volume 4
Letter 186 More Audio Opposition 2013-05-15
Letter 193 The Word Against (G6) 2013-07-21
Letter 198 The Three Fears Deliverance 2013-08-18
Letter 199 The Doctor, The (Non-)Diabetic, and The Devil 2013-08-24
Letter 204 The Good, The Bad, and The Downright Evil 2013-09-16


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 35c
The Day of 7 - Part 13c
Spearing The Spirit


One day during the Day of 7, I was visiting (CB1) at his work place. We then decided to drive up to a popular cafe in (L40) for coffee.

While en-route, I had the radio in my truck turned on, playing some music. I remember that (CB1) and I got into a mild argument on whether the song was jazz or rock ’n’ roll. This continued for a little while, then our conversation moved to other things. We got to the cafe and were seated without further incident.

This was still early in the days after Jesus introduced to angel Gabe to me. Since I was now aware of Gabe’s presence, interspersed with my rapport with (CB1) I was also (sub-vocally) asking Gabe if he had any input on the topic of our conversation.

After a few minutes getting our coffee and enjoying a few bites of our repast, I saw in spirit-space Gabe“float” around to behind where (CB1) was seated. He then produced what looked like a large Bowie Knife, (similar to the one I have at home) and put it to (CB1)’s throat.

Then angel Gabe asked me to ask (CB1) a question. The question Gabe wanted me to pose was “how is (CS2)?”

So at a break in our conversation, with Gabe still holding the knife to (CB1)’s throat, I asked (CB1):

HOW’S (CS2)?

Suddenly (CB1)’s face went blank, and then I saw in spirit-space another one of my angels (who I want to remember was angel Maiah) shove a long spear into the chest of (CB1). When the spear was withdrawn, I saw a demonic spirit impaled on the end of the spear, wriggling around trying to get away.

Then angel Maiah, still holding the spear with the wriggling speared-spirit still impaled thereupon, withdrew behind me and out of my sight, presumably to properly dispose of the speared-spirit.

Then, after a few more seconds of silence, (CB1) was able to answer my question.

“Fine”, he answered.

I was not totally surprised at having seen what had just transpired. This is because (CB1) had told me many years before this that he had demons cast out of him when he returned from Viet-Nam. And he was a Christian at that time.

(SPECIAL NOTE 2022-06-16: This entire event taught me many lessons at once:

1) … that Christians can indeed be co-host to one or more demonic spirits in their physical body.

2) … that angel Gabe wields the Sword of The Spirit, in this case a very sharp Bowie Knife.

3) … that angel Maiah pushes a very Bad-ass Spear (also a real mean Louisville Slugger. See Letter 45).

4) … that my angel crew and I were embarking on what was to become a career in Covert (Black-Ops) Exorcisms; delivering the unsuspecting of evil spirits they didn’t even know they had.

5) … that part of my job is to witness these things and document as much as I can.

We have been doing these kinds “undercover missions of violence against the forces of hell” almost every where we go, going on 22 years now.

As a Special Forces Soldier in the Kingdom Armed Forces, I have often wondered if I will be eligible for hazardous duty and combat pay when we get Home.

Some day I will find out.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 36
The Day of 7 - Part 14
The Majesty Of The King


Dear Dan,

The Day Of 7 was a time of “extreme ways”* for both (M) and I. What I have written is representational of things that occurred. There was more, but you can get the general idea from these accounts of what went down.

But, Jesus was with us all the way and was in control at all times. And of course, He still is.

One night after work I went up to (G10) for dinner. The waitress seated me and I looked at the menu to see what looked good. The presence of Jesus was evident, but I didn’t realize the effect that He had on others until the waitress returned to take my request.

After writing down my food order, she took a step back, but then she curtsied to me, or really to Jesus, who was surrounding me with His Majestic Presence. Now the reader must keep in mind that this is the U.S. Women just don’t curtsy here. Certainly not to a grungy janitor waiting for a chiliburger and coffee.

Once more I saw with my own eyes an objective effect of a Spiritual Reality. I knew Jesus was there, but since I was tired, sore and hungry after a long night at work my main interest was in food and drink.

I saw the waitress that took my order go say something to another waitress, then she took a seat a few tables from mine and just stayed there for a while. I knew she was feeling Christ with me, but I didn’t want to show any indication that I was aware of what was taking place. I just wanted to be left alone so I could think about things and maintain my sanity.

But it was little things like this that happened routinely that the Lord used to keep me on track and not deviate into becoming “mentally ill”.

Later on I also thought that one of the main ministries of Gabe in my life (who I had originally dubbed Sir Lord Gabriel II) was to represent the Majesty of The King. And that may still be true, but our relationship later became more antagonistic at times. Most likely because I was growing and becoming more of “my own man” in Christ, so I am not as much a “push over” in certain areas as I once was.

So now Dan I will leave the Day Of 7. It may very likely come up in future letters if some point of reference applies. There are many details of how the Lord delivered myself, my wife, and both my parents and my in-laws from Satan. My own father and mother have since passed on to Glory, so they are with God forever and away from the Devil’s influence.

But I remain vigilant over my in-laws and continue in prayer as I am led, that they also will be completely delivered to Jesus forever.

So I pray for all who are oppressed of the Devil.

“… how God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Ghost and with power: who went about doing good, and healing all that were oppressed of the devil; for God was with him.” (Acts 10:38)


Romanus Theophilus

*Extreme Ways - theme song from the Bourne Identity

P.S. Music was a tool the Lord used more than any other in maintaining my sanity throughout the Day Of 7. Why? "Faith comes by hearing..."

Letter 37
A New Beginning

Free Bird)

Dear Dan,

In May of 2000 I resigned my position at (G2) after just seven months of employment. I did not want to quit, but I hurt so bad I could not force myself to continue any longer.

It also was evident that the tasks the Lord wanted to accomplish through and with me there were completed, so I was not in disobedience to His will by resigning.

I also knew this. That once I left the job I would have more freedom in Christ than at any other time in my life up to that point. This freedom was confirmed by something I saw while driving down the road to town from my house. I looked up and saw an older style bus coming my way. The reader board above the front windows displayed the following Word:


I was given the entire summer off by the Lord to follow Him and be healed from the battles I had just endured, and also from the continuing injuries that I had sustained on 7-15-95.

It was a wonderful time. We took many day trips together just driving around. And I spent a lot of time going to Church at (U3). But I also knew that I couldn’t just sit around waiting to win the lottery or something. Even though (M) and I had the income from the annuity, it wasn’t enough to live on for very long. So I began to think about what to do next.

I took a part time job for two weeks delivering pizza. It was fun, and we actually performed some demonic deliverance at a few houses we delivered pizza to. While driving pizza the Lord gave me another objective sign regarding angel Gabe.

One of the other drivers was a Christian, and in the first few days of my employment was assigned to teach me how to run the routes. On the third day, while we were driving a route in my truck, we were talking about church related matters when he begin to say how he was feeling the presence of the Lord, like he did in Church. He said it was so strong that he could hardly take it, like there was “some angel” in the truck with us. (Yup).

But driving pizza wasn’t for me. I quit that job and tried another position at a place called (G4). I lasted there only two weeks since I could not sit for more than thirty minutes at a desk job, nor was it safe for me to work in the warehouse as I could easily stumble on pallets or fall off of a forklift.

That was in July 2000. In late August 2000 I went to (G3), applied for a job as a substitute custodian and was hired.

Taking the summer off and being away from non-stop battles allowed my back to heal. Thank God I have not had the same pain since, although others have taken its place over the years.

At the end of August just before the start of school I took a few days to go to the land of my Fathers in Oregon. This was the Clatskanie / Astoria / Seaside area. We visited the Astor Column, and the Battery Russell, and the very last of the remains of the Peter Iredale, a ship that ran aground off the coast of Oregon decades ago.

While at the ocean I was thinking about how much fun it would be to drive my truck along the sandy beach. At the Peter Iredale site there was a cutout access way in the bluff where vehicles could enter and exit the beach.

As I was sitting in my truck in the parking lot the Lord said something like, “Go ahead. Have some fun”. So, still a little fearful of not being able to get back out of the beach area because of the loose sand on the access way, I drove down the short hill and onto the beach area. I did drive around a little, and then started up the hill to leave.

Now, the sand in this area was very loose, and there were many ruts from other vehicle’s tires. And I did get stuck. "OK Lord, now what?" I might have thought.

So, I prayed to ask God for help and what to do. Then I tried calling AAA. The cell coverage there was spotty and my attempt at that didn’t work. I tried asking other people there for shovels etc. No one had a shovel.

Then I saw something really strange. A Nissan pickup towing a flatbed cargo trailer came driving up the beach. But on the trailer there were two or three sheets of glass. These were full size, 4x8 sheets with some kind of etched design on them. The driver had his window rolled down and said to me; “don’t worry, my brother is coming with a chain”.

Not long after that another pickup arrived. The driver got out and asked if he could help. I said that I was stuck. He said that he had a chain and would hook it up and pull me free. So, after attaching the chain to the under-carriage of my truck he pulled me free of the loose sand. Then he said that if I drove down the beach for a mile or so I would find a concrete driveway to exit the beach from.

“OK”, I said. I thanked them both and drove down a mile or so to find exactly what they said I would find.

It was a funny thing about that chain under my truck. There was no hook or shackle on the end of the chain with which to fix it to anything, nor was there any place underneath my truck where he put the chain to make it fast, at least by any conventional mechanical means. How he attached the chain to my truck remains a mystery.

Of course later Gabe said the guy with the glass sheets was angel Mark and the guy with the truck and chain was angel Luke.

And I did have fun. I drove for more than a mile along the beach, even over a few minor dunes. Way cool. And thank God I didn’t get stuck again. A day later I went back home and got ready to start the new job.

For the one school year that I worked at (G3) I can say that my workdays were free from demonic assaults. I don’t remember one instance of running into a demoniac while there.

But it was not the Lord’s will that I remain there. I sure wanted to. I interviewed for at least twelve full time positions but always came in number two. A substitute custodian gets no benefits and is paid less, so a full time position is what is usually aspired to by most substitutes.

Toward the end of the 2000/2001 school year and into the summer I started to think about finding another job, mainly for benefits. I knew because of my own physical condition and that of my wife’s we would need medical insurance coverage in order to not lose our house to medical payments.

So, I looked on the local newspaper website and found a position opening at (G6). I figured that I would have a better shot at getting a full time position with benefits at a healthcare employer as anywhere. I applied for the open position in July of 2001, and was hired on the 17
th of that month.

It wasn’t clear to me then, but I was about to discover a more clear understanding of the meaning of the Scripture where it says:


Blessings …

Romanus Theophilus

Letter 37a
(radio silence)

Letter 37b
(radio silence)

“What If God Was One Of Us?”*


Dear Dan,

It is with some fear and trembling that I now recount the following events. I suppose that’s good for a start, but in the Spirit of “Abba, Father”, as a son of God I may enter into His courts without fear or trembling, and can now proceed.

One of the purposes of the Lord having me meet angels in general and angel Gabe in particular was so that I could understand by experience the meaning of the Scripture in Revelation where it says:

Then saith he unto me, See [thou do it] not:
for I am thy fellowservant,
of thy brethren the prophets,
of them which keep the sayings of this book:
worship God.
(Revelation 22:9)…

… with an emphasis on
brethren, and that being part of a family. In order to achieve this more fully, the Lord instructed Gabe to begin to introduce me to Him, that is the Holy Spirit, in person, in a manner of speaking.

As an example, please join me as I relay this description of a meeting that took place in the summer of 2000 at Lake Sammamish State Park. I had been going there during that summer to rest, receive healing, and enjoy the Presence of God.

On this particular day I had finished my visit and was going back to my truck to leave. An older sedan had parked next to my truck. There were two people in the car, a man and a woman. The woman appeared to be in her early fifties, and the man in his late forties.

The windows were rolled down and I said “hello”.

They returned my greeting and casual conversation ensued. The lady said something about the man being like her child, and demonstrated this statement at the same time with affectionate words to him and caressing his chin, just like a parent would do to a youngster.

Somewhere along the line I said I was a Christian and that I prayed. The lady then asked me to pray for a missionary in the Philippines.

I said that I would pray.

That was about all of the meeting, but as I was driving out of the park angel Gabe informed me that the Lady was the Holy Spirit and the Man was Michael the Archangel.

One of the messages that was demonstrated by that meeting was just how family oriented God is with His kids, and that even a regal being like Michael is a kid compared to Almighty God, with God being a parent to His sons.

There were
more than a few other meetings like this where I wondered at the time Who I was talking to, and informed of Who it was shortly thereafter.

In July of 2001 on the day of my interview to become employed at (G6), I had completed the meeting and was leaving. After I had entered an elevator in the parking garage, I noticed there were others with me on the same elevator; a Lady who looked to be in her late thirties, and some young collage age looking young men and women.

The Lady looked at me and asked:


and before I could answer she also asked;


I responded with something like “yes”, and “He works on me in many ways.”

I knew when I got in the elevator that the others were very likely “other than human”. After I got off the elevator I was sure (and without Gabe’s input), that the Lady was the Holy Spirit, questioning and confirming that I belonged to Christ. The young adults were some of the Lord’s angel family.

And so began the revelation to me of the Work of the Lord Holy Spirit at (G6).

*Theme song from “Joan of Arcadia” TV show.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 38
Inside The Gates of Hell Part 1
The Spirit of Death


Dear Dan,

I was still working at (G3) when one of my brothers (CB19) told me that he was going to quit his part time job working for (G5). He worked as a janitor and cleaned two small clinics situated next to each other called (G11). So I contacted his supervisor, chatted for a while and was hired over the phone to take his place.

This was a very small job, three times a week for only one hour and fifteen minutes, or 45 minutes in each office. But I was there alone at night with the Lord and it was a little money. I liked it and was very grateful for it. It paid for my burgers and coffee at Dennys.

I had that part time job and the one at (G3) when I was hired at (G6). I actually worked all three jobs until just before the 2001/02 school year started. But at the end of the summer it made sense that I work only two jobs, full time at (G6) and part time at (G11).

But not getting hired full time at (G3) was a great loss to me. My father retired as a school custodian, and I had met my wife while a school custodian, and it was a career I was happy doing and loved.

So I cannot say I was not dismayed for losing two jobs that I really wanted to stay at. But I knew, even though I did not feel it, that these things were not beyond the Lord’s will. I just didn’t know what His will was in detail. I knew that I needed to provide for my wife and household. That’s basic Christianity 101.

But I did have this. Toward the end of the summer I was subbing at a school named (G3a) when I came across the online add for the job at (G6). One day at work while I was thinking about if I should pursue the opening at (G6) I inquired of Jesus as to whether He wanted me to apply. He showed me a job application form with large letters superimposed across the front, as if from a big rubber stamp. The word formed by the letters was:


That comforted me. A Rock Solid directive on how to proceed. So I went through the process of interviewing and being hired to work at (G6), and continue to work there to this day.

One night on a day off from work, just weeks after I had been hired at (G6), I was driving from (G10) to my home when something horrible happen. I was just thinking about what my future might be like at (G6) when suddenly all of the life in my soul drained away. The best way I can describe this is to allude to a scene in a movie. It is “Dune”, and there is a scene in Dune where the evil Baron Harkonnen is with his nephew Feyd, played by the rock star Sting. At the time Feyd exits the steam bath, a young man was brought into the room for the Baron’s pleasure. The young man has a plug installed in his chest that will drain all of his blood out if it’s pulled. In the movie the Baron gloats for a moment over the young man, then pulls the plug and watches him bleed out to death.

I felt the life drain out of me in the same way, spiritually, just by thinking about my future at (G6). It was very bad, but it only lasted for a little while, and I knew from past experience that the Lord was there with Life, and that more abundantly to overcome the spirit of Death that I had just encountered.

A few months into the job I had a dream.

I dreamed that:
I was on my way to work at (G6). I arrive with a rifle and the intent of shooting everyone there. But, since I don’t believe in hurting people, I had loaded the rifle with blanks. After going through the hospital shooting all the staff with blanks, I started to exit the building when I spotted a cane and an old man. I picked up the cane and beat the old man to death. Then I found a gurney, pushed it out onto the driveway, and laid down on it waiting for the police to arrive since I had just committed murder.
End of dream.

And so was the beginning of my long tenure at (G6). A little while ago (M) accurately observed that my time at (G6) was the longest I had worked at one place. And of course she was right.

With this new series of letters I will recount the Work of Jesus in the Kingdom of Hell at (G6) and elsewhere up to this point.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 39
(radio silence)

Letter 40
Inside The Gates of Hell Part 3
The Spirit Speaks


Dear Dan,

In the first year of my tenure at (G6) the Lord put me into a ministry that I didn’t know existed. Here’s how it came down.

One day during lunch, as I was sitting getting ready to eat, I was moved to think in this fashion. “Since I feel so bad, like death warmed over”, I thought to myself; “Why don’t I just go all the way and intercede on behalf of those who are unable to repent?” “I doubt I’ll feel any worse for it.”

While I was still thinking those thoughts, I placed a call to a small home Church that my brother (CB7) was attending, but where I had never been. Without even knowing who I was talking to, I introduced myself as being (CB7)’s older brother, and that I wanted to repent on behalf of those who could not.

The man of the house (CB10) was amazed at what I had to say. Then he turned away from the phone and said something to another man who just happened to be there. I could barely overhear the exchange as he repeated what I had just said to his houseguest. (CB10) said to me that the other man was overjoyed at what I had just said. It turned out he was a visiting prophet from Wasilla, Alaska.

The response of the Prophet (CB11) let me know that I was on the right track, and that I was not acting presumptuously.

I visited the home Church after that, and had more than one meal with the visiting Prophet (CB11) at Dennys, and once or twice at Sharis.

So Dan, there was another sign that I was on the right road. I am grateful for these signs, because sometimes I run into weirdness that I really don’t know how to deal with. But the Lord ALWAYS clarifies things and brings me to the truth.

During one of the times that (CB11) and I were at Dennys, I was attempting to describe what I was going through. His response was from the Holy Spirit. These words were spoken to me by him:


And now as I write it reminds me of Paul, where he counts all things as loss for the Gospel.

“Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ…” Philippians 3:8

It was not long after my meetings with (CB11) that the Lord gave me the privilege of making your acquaintance and subsequent joint operations with you in Christ Jesus.

About a year later a friend and brother of (M) and mine (CB12) was in the hospital. He was very sick with some kind of wasting disease. On one of my early breaks I paid a visit to him in his room. We talked a little and prayed. Then, just as I was about to leave to go back to work, I asked him this question: “What does the Lord have to say?” Even though he was weak and very tired, (CB12) responded by prophesying these words, in first person; the Word of God:


Sometime during this time the Lord also sent me a personal message.

One day as I was working at (G6) I was in the hall outside the lab. It was early in the evening and there was a lot of foot traffic in the hallway. Suddenly a young man who looked to be from India, and was wearing a Cleric’s Collar and a necklace with a Gold Cross, came up to me and said: “you’re doing a very good job”.

I was surprised and a little embarrassed and tried to politely ignore him. But he said it a second time:


Some time later this exact same message was repeated at Dennys one night after work. I was with my Christian janitorial friends having dinner, when an old man I didn't know came up to me quickly (I had just stood up from the table to stretch) and said the same words to me:


So I offer these same words to any who may find themselves in like circumstance to what I have found myself in. They apply to you also.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 40a
Opposing Satan

click here for drawing of dream)

Dear Dan,

Sometime in the year 2,000, I had a dream.

I am standing with two swords, one in each hand. Satan is to my right, and a Lost Young Man is to my left.

I am holding the two swords, which are like rapiers, against the face of Satan in the form of an “X”, or a Cross, and the Devil’s face is turned away with a frown and a scowl.

And I am given the knowledge that by doing this the Young Man is given the chance to hear the Gospel, the Good News that Jesus is Lord, Messiah, and King, and be saved.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 41
see drawing of Jesus on 9/11 here)
click here for Art Bell on 9/11)

Dear Dan,

I was asleep when the phone rang. It was the morning of the 11th of September 2001, and I was barely two months into my lengthy tenure at the hospital (G6).

The School Custodial Supervisor at (G3) had my home phone number, and I was still on call do some substitute custodial work. I had remained on the books as a sub even though I had already started working full time at (G6).

In July I had informed the Supervisor that I had taken a position with (G6), but that I would like to be available to do some sub work from time to time, working around my full time schedule at (G6). He agreed, so throughout the rest of the summer I worked half-day shifts at various schools and support buildings within the district. The very last job that I did for (G3) was applying floor finish to the Multi-Purpose room at the elementary school (G3b) just before the start of school, right before the Labor Day weekend.

I never resigned my position at (G3), I just stopped getting called after the last job was finished.

But I still had a lingering hope that I could still be hired full-time at (G3). That’s why when the phone rang that morning I first thought I was being called for a job.

Instead, it was a friend and fellow Christian that was on the other end of the line when I answered.

“Romanus”, he said. “Turn on the TV”. “The World Trade Center is under attack”

I turned on the TV to see the first tower on fire and people jumping off the roof. Then I saw the second plane hit the second tower. I said “goodbye” to my friend, hung up the phone, and turned to angels Gabe and Gabriella, who were in the bedroom when I woke up and asked; “did you know about this?” because I figured it was some kind of judgement or something. We then watched and prayed as we saw the fires and subsequent collapse of the two towers.

I don’t remember much after that except that I had to go to work that day. So that’s what I did.

The next day, on 9/12, my wife (M) received an email with a drawing attached. It was a pencil sketch by a young boy who saw the Truth. I have kept a copy of it and a copy of that is attached to this letter (click on link above). It is Jesus receiving the souls of all that were His on 9/11.

About a week later, just 30 minutes or so before I had to leave for work, I was walking on the trail behind my house trying to sort out everything. I was depressed from not getting called by (G3) for work, and depressed over the World Trade Center attacks.

While I was on the bridge looking at the river something happened that I had only read about in fictitious writings , and I always thought it was hyperbole.

I FELT on my back, someone looking at me from behind, from down the trail. I turned and saw no one.

I turned back to the river to look and listen to the white noise, and felt the same feeling again. Again I looked behind me down the trail and saw no one. So I went back to looking at and listening to the river.

Within a few seconds a Lady came walking along the trail from where I just looked. I knew it was not humanly possible for someone to walk, even run, within eye shot of where I had just looked to where I was in that short amount of time. But I was in no condition to try to figure it out. I just wanted to not be depressed.

She came up to me and we started talking. The she said she could tell I was feeling down, and spoke other words of comfort. We talked a little more, then before parting company she patted me on my shoulder and said:


Of course later on angel Gabe confirmed something I thought might be the case. He said that the Lady was the Holy Spirit “in person” Who met me there.

Over the weeks and months that followed I begin to get sort of an idea that my work at (G6) and the subsequent U. S. wars after 9/11 were linked in some way. I will make an attempt to describe that in future letters.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 41a


FRIDAY, 1 MAY 2020, 11:00AM.
It occurred to me today to measure the time and distance to which I referred in Letter 41. Below are links to photographs and video which I recorded today, thereby documenting the evidence.

EVDOC PHOTO 01: The Bridge Over The South Fork of The Snoqualmie River.

EVDOC PHOTO 02: Where I Was Standing.

EVDOC PHOTO 03: Where I Saw No One.

EVDOC PHOTO 04: 1 Minute 45 Seconds / 178 Paces Away.

EVDOC VIDEO: Time/distance to walk from point to point.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 42
Comfort and Refuge

Dear Dan,

My tenure at (G6) can best be described to date in two sections. The first is when I worked second shift from 3:00PM - 11:30PM. That schedule lasted from when I started in July 2001 through October 2003. The second section is what I now work. Third shift (graveyard), from 9:00PM-5:30AM (or some days 11:00PM-7:30AM).

Certain things happened during these times, which the Lord used to help describe what I was doing and continue to do at (G6).

One day at home I was watching TV and blipped on to channel 9. There were two authors being interviewed about a book they had jointly written. As I watched I became interested in the book. It was a true account of how a large faction of a Mafia enterprise had been demolished in New York city by an undercover cop. The title was “Takedown: The Fall Of The Last Mafia Empire”. It is an amazing story of how a New York cop (one of the authors) just happened to be at “the right place at the right time” to enable him to get deep undercover into the Mafia organization, obtain the evidence needed by the DA, and nail the criminals.

I got the book from the library and read it non-stop. As I read the Lord emphasized certain portions of the book. As part of the undercover work, the cop, who was married, had to take on a new identity as that of a single guy along with an apartment of his own. And he had to do all this even though he could not divulge any of it to his wife. How similar it was to what I had just been through, and continued to go through after that.

So I was comforted to some degree because I have not wanted to be hurtful to my wife (M) in any way, yet some of the things I had to do were hurtful.

During my second shift tenure I met with a man, mentioned in Letter 41, from Wasilla, Alaska who had a prophetic ministry in the Body. One of the things he said to me was that Churches and Hospitals were the two most demon infested organizations around. I don’t know about the “Churches” part, but he’s gotta be right about the “Hospitals” part.

I used to take my lunch in an office that I could lock and that had its own air conditioning. One night as I was sitting there I turned and saw out of the corner of my eye a ghostly apparition. It was the form of a man dressed in what appeared to be old 18
th century attire along with a top hat, all in black. Gabe said that he was “The Undertaker” and that he was running out of the building on account of being exorcized, as part of the general deliverance ministry that the Lord was doing there at the Hospital.

Another time I was cleaning in a small waiting area that had some chairs, tables, etc. There was a lady there that looked to be Oriental. She was sitting in a chair with her eyes closed and one hand held out in front of her upright as if pushing against something in the air. The Gift of Knowledge kicked in and I knew she was a Buddhist.

The Lord said that she was praying. Not to God Yahweh, but to her god Satan, against me. And the Lord said that she was not human, but that she was a fallen angel working there at the hospital. Apparently the Lord had commanded her to appear in human form so that I could learn and tell this story. I saw her a few more times, and the last time we exchanged words. I think I asked her what she was doing and she responded that she worked there. I haven’t seen her since then and that was almost a decade ago.

I had two places of refuge during this time. Dennys and my little part time job at (G11). I would get off work at 11:30 at (G6), then head over to Dennys for dinner, then on to (G11) to clean.

At night when I went to work there, (G11) was empty of both other human beings and enemy spirits, at least after the first time we worked there. I knew that three times a week I had a place to go that I could call “my own”. For the most part I was my own boss, which meant that the Holy Spirit was there as my Lord, and that I could be alone with God. It was a little spot of Heaven after being inside of Hell for eight hours.

It didn’t matter that I spent all the money that I made there each night on the burger and coffee I had just consumed at Dennys. It was my private place, and Jesus, the Bread of Life was there with me.

In October 2003, (G6) had to downsize due to some budgetary concerns. I was “low man on the totem pole”, and the only job available to me after the cutbacks was one during third shift, cleaning in (G6a). So I started working third shift (Graveyard) at (G6) and have done so to this day.

Part of that shift change at (G6) meant that I had to give up the (G11) job. I would not be able to both. True, I gained some hourly money from the third shift stipend that more than compensated for the loss of income from (G11). But what really hurt was the loss of my place of refuge. Now, I had nowhere to “hide” from the Devil. No more “safe zone”. Now it was turn and fight no matter what. “Kill or be killed”. A true “Graveyard”, but for who? Me? Or the Devil? I’m still finding out.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 43
Meeting With Daniel

Dear Dan,

It is difficult for me to describe the healing quality our first meeting at Dennys had for me, which occurred during the time I was working second shift at (G6).

Up until then a good number of the people I would meet for the first time would have at least one demon on board, or be under such influence of witchcraft that their first words would be designed to enslave the other. This has been referred to in the world as the “dog eat dog”, and it’s true. But I was aware of the spiritual dimension behind the words that came out of the mouths of the people.

Even the Prophet from Wasilla (CB11) abused me verbally, and I was too weak to defend myself from it.

It went like this. Sometime in 2002, (CB11) and I were having a meal together at Dennys, I think for the second time. I was trying to describe to him the struggles I was having where I worked at (G6). I came to a point where I wanted to articulate some thoughts that represented difficulty. Then I came upon a despairing thought and, while rubbing my brow with my eyes closed, said to myself in a low tone of voice; “I don’t know, I don’t know.”

Essentially I was erasing my mental “chalk board” in order to continue verbalizing my thoughts. (CB11) overheard what I said and jumped on my case right away, making the assumption of knowing what I was talking about.

Immediately (CB11) responded to what I thought I was saying to myself; “Yes, you do know”, he said in a very forceful tone. “You do know”, he said a second time with the same force.

Then (CB11) manufactured an inferred sin, much the same way that Win Worley did (
see Letter 17), and indicated that I was guilty of that sin and needed to repent.

He then commanded me to speak his words: “Say, “Lord …” wanting me to repeat what he was about to articulate. I was still so weak from working at (G6), (that is, weak willed, which means that my spirit man was weak and had a difficult time making decisions, which was a direct result of my wrestling with Satan at (G6)), that I just went along with what (CB11) was commanding me to do.

So I repeated the words that (CB11) commanded me to say, that he put into my mouth, thereby, at least for a brief moment, making me his slave (per the deeds and doctrines of the Nicolaitans, see Rev. 2:6, 15).

“Lord, forgive me for sinning”, I repeated after him.

I don’t remember the rest of the detail other than that in his opinion I was guilty of the sin of un-belief, and that he was attempting to “help” me to repent,
but doing so by usurping my own personal sovereignty, freedom and liberty.***

It was not long after that event that you and I met for the first time at the same Dennys.

I continue to be so grateful that I could just be “me” around you and not be made a slave of by another Christian, and that your words were true and did not have a satanic agenda attached to them.

(CB11) and I met a few more times but I could tell that there was still some error in his way. He is the Lord’s man and I refer him to his Master.

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So Dan, even the memory of our first meeting is a healing thought to me. Thank you.

SPECIAL NOTE 2021-11-18: This event violates the Scripture where it says:

You were bought at a price; do not become slaves of men.
1 Corinthians 7:23


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 44
Worlds At War

Dear Dan,

In the 2nd shift part of my tenure at (G6), the United States, under the leadership of President Bush, went to war against Terrorism in Afghanistan (the Taliban), and against Saddam Hussein, dictator of Iraq.

Most Americans were for the war against the Taliban. But the Nation was more evenly divided, for or against, going after Saddam Hussein.

Early in the national debate the Lord made me privy to some objective information and informed opinions as to why Jesus was in favor of overthrowing the Saddam Hussein administration.

The Lord gave this data to me through a certain talk show, and the host, who I listened to while at work on my walkman radio.

The regular talk show host was also a Lieutenant in the Washington Army National Guard, Co. C, 1st Bn., 161 Infantry, in the 81st Infantry Brigade, (my old Brigade) and as such had a more informed viewpoint than most of the other media pundits at the time.

One day he had a liberal guest on the show to discuss whether the U. S. should go to war against Saddam Hussein. Live phone calls were being taken from the radio audience to ask questions. There was one caller who stated he was from Iraq, and he gave the entire radio audience an earful.

I have included a recording of that audio on the enclosed CD so you can listen to what I heard live as it happened (
click here to hear the audio clip).

P. S. The radio talk show host’s name is Bryan Suits. Bear in mind that I heard the entire 3 hour talk show live. This excerpt recording is of one caller, Muhammad, who called in to express his unique viewpoint, with dialogue between he and the liberal representative, United for Peace and Justice spokeswoman Andrea Buffa.

(NOTE - 2020-05-03: According to internet news sources, the above talk show on KVI AM-570 took place on 06 March 2003. When I was listening to Bryan Suits, the Soldier part of me wanted to join along with him on active service in the Army and fight to overthrow the Hussein regime. But my own physical disabilities prohibited me from any direct participation in military service. In the days leading up to the war, a famous football player, Pat Tillman, had volunteered for armed forces duty. But he was killed early in the war. When I heard of Mr. Tillman’s death, all I could do was listen to the news reports on my radio while at work, and grieve. This song by Bad Company,
Seagull, helped me in that grieving process. After the invasion and Iraqi elections were held, David Horsey drew this cartoon. )


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 45
Demons And Discernment at Dennys

Dear Dan,

Two of the many events that occurred at Dennys require some documentation. This first event happened over a two day period.

A friend and Brother (CB8) had recently arrived in town from Colorado. He had hitched a ride with another guy, a young man in his early twenties who he referred to as “Thumper”. They were both at Dennys having coffee.

As usual I stopped at Dennys on my way to work for coffee and joined (CB8) and Thumper at their table. We talked for a while and then I left for work.

The next day I stopped at Dennys for dinner after work. I took a table that I like that is in a quiet corner. Shortly after I sat down, in walked (CB8) and Thumper. I waved at them to come over and join me, which they did, with (CB8) sitting on the bench opposite of mine, and Thumper sitting next to me.

Over the next thirty minutes while I ate, Thumper began to talk about himself. I don’t remember all that he said, but much of it it had to do with Nazi’s and killing Jews. I thought; “that’s a strange topic to bring up out of no where”. He went on with various subjects like that, and I knew something was “going on”, which was not much different than what had taken place with (CB9) (see Letter 31a Volume 1).

As the spiritual tension rose at the table, I began to speak out loud in tongues. Thumper responded by saying that he saw a club of wood come out of nowhere and strike him. The young man then translated my “tongues”, saying something about “Satan kicking stones”.

At that point I suggested to the young man that we go outside for a smoke. We went out to my truck, and I lowered the tailgate to make a bench to sit on. Thumper ranted some more, then the Holy Sprit filled me with His Word and caused me to say to Thumper and his comrades;


Of course Thumper wanted to believe that he was the one who instigated his being bound by the Lord, so he said; “I have sworn an oath to do no more harm”.

I looked at the young man, closed the tailgate on my truck and said;


Then we went back inside and I was able to finish my dinner in peace.

I have not seen the young man since. But afterwards it was confirmed that “Thumper” was one of three demonic spirits, who inhabited the young man.

And the club of wood Thumper saw? That was a Louisville Slugger wielded by angel Maiah. She likes baseball, and used her favorite bat to stun the demons long enough to allow the young man to act on his own volition, to join me outside for a smoke, and to receive the beginning of his deliverance.*

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Another thing that happened at Dennys was this.

I was there having my usual meal of Classic Burger, Fries and Coffee at the counter in the smoking section. Sitting next to me was a man (CB14), that was friends with my friend (CB1), who was also a Viet Nam War Veteran. He had become an investment banker post-war and knew all about investing in foreign currencies. We knew each other well enough to be on a first name basis. He had been raised Catholic and so sometimes we discussed religion. I remember that he used to frequently tell me that when he went to work every day, he would “… shake hands with the Devil.”

During our conversation on that particular day, he began to say something weird. He said; “Well, you have to give Lucifer his due…”

I was a little taken aback, and I informed him that Lucifer had lost his name when he rebelled, and now was called Satan. But (CB14) kept insisting that “… Lucifer deserved some credit.”

On a different day at the same spot at the counter, (CB14) and I were talking and I told him I had the gift of “Discernment of Spirits”. He responded with this statement;


I didn’t respond to that, but the very statement reveals who was there. Scorn and Pride to name at least two evil spirits.

As I write this the thought occurs to me that it may very well have been Satan himself speaking through (CB14) on both occasions.

To me that’s not really important. What is important is that I hear the Lord and do what He says. If He doesn’t say to do anything then I go about my pre-assigned tasks of loving my wife and going to work.

It’s that simple.

* “… The Kingdom suffers violence, and the violent take it by force…”

(NOTE - 17 August 2016. The above took place sometime in 2002 during the first part of the George W. Bush administration)


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 45a
Satan Speaks

Dear Dan,

Wednesday, 17 August 2016, 1PM.
There were a few more conversations I had with (CB14), where looking back I am confident that it was Satan who was doing some, if not all, of the talking. This is also confirmed by angels Gabe and Gabriella, since they were present and witnessing the events the whole time.

One of the things that (CB14) said under Satan’s anointing went something like this:


or words very similar to those.

Another thing the Devil wanted was to manipulate me into a discussion surrounding the Scriptural doctrine about what is called:


He brought this subject up on many occasions through (CB14).

(NOTE - 17 August 2016. The above took place sometime in 2002 during the first part of the George W. Bush administration)

I also heard Satan speaking through others. Once it was through someone at a press conference that was being held just after President Obama was declared the victor in the 2008 Presidential election. It went something like this:


Based upon my own memory of the news, the history of those in and surrounding the Obama presidency was, up until three years ago, laced with direct Satanic comments like the ones above.

But after August 2013, Satan put all of his personal attention on me. See Letter 221.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 46
Mom At Rest
“A Completed Journey”


Dear Dan

The Lord took my Mom home to Heaven on 19 April 2003. My Dad had been out flying one of his many radio controlled model aircraft early in the morning, what he called “Dawn Patrol”. When he returned to the house Mom was slumped over on the floor in front of her chair. Mom had heart problems for most of her adult life, and had a pacemaker. It was as though the Lord said; “Time to come Home” and turned off the switch.

The last thing Mom said to me on the earth was:


Attached are the words I wrote down in the days just after laying my Mom to rest. Of course, I had not the moniker Romanus Theophilus at that time, but I have so signed it that way now.


Romanus Theophilus

Mom at Rest
A Completed Journey
By Romanus Theophilus
10 September 2003
Rv. 14 September 2003
Rv: 10 December 2011

Saturday, September 6, 2003 marked the completion of a new weather record in the Seattle area, representing 61 consecutive days at or above 70 DEGF. The next day, Sunday, the high only made it to 68 DEGF.

The previous record was made, coincidentally, the same year I was born, in 1958. There were 49 days of 70+ weather from 9 July through 26 August.

On this particular Saturday I had occasion to spend the greater part of the day boating on Lake Washington. My good friend (CB15) set out from Kenmore and picked me up at Moss Bay in Kirkland, and together we set out on a “3 hour tour” in his 21-foot powerboat.

One could not have asked for a better day for boating, or just about any other Summer time activity. Above were blue sky, sunshine, and billowing white clouds. To the west a multitude of sunbeams were shining down upon the hills of the Emerald City, refracted into a variety of rays by the suspended droplets of water.

The first time I was ever in a boat of any consequence in Lake Washington was when my Mom’s youngest sister and her husband took our family in their boat out for a ride. I think I was about 10 or 11 years old.

After departing Moss Bay, we headed in a southwesterly direction, toward the Evergreen Point Floating Bridge and the deepest part of the lake. I wanted to try to come close to the area where I thought my Mom had been where, as a young woman, she had swam the width of Lake Washington.

Mom was born in Seattle, and grew up in Houghton, a small town on the Eastern Shore of Lake Washington, almost directly across the lake from Husky Stadium.

My mom loved the water, and swimming. And one of her last wishes was for her ashes to be placed close to a body of water.

In keeping with her last wishes on earth, we laid her final earthly composition to rest at the bottom of the deepest part of Lake Washington, where her ashes will rest in peace until Kingdom Come.

As for me, the one that laid the body of his mother (CS4) to rest, being appointed by my father to do so, here is what the Lord says concerning these matters:

Psalm 70
1)Make haste, O God, to deliver me; make haste to help me, O LORD.
2)Let them be ashamed and confounded that seek after my soul: let them be turned backward, and put to confusion, that desire my hurt.
3)Let them be turned back for a reward of their shame that say, Aha, aha.
4)Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: and let such as love thy salvation say continually, Let God be magnified.
5)But I am poor and needy: make haste unto me, O God: thou art my help and my deliverer; O LORD, make no tarrying. (KJV)

Isaiah 49
1)Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name.
2)And he hath made my mouth like a sharp sword; in the shadow of his hand hath he hid me, and made me a polished shaft; in his quiver hath he hid me;
3)And said unto me, Thou art my servant, O Israel, in whom I will be glorified.
4)Then I said, I have laboured in vain, I have spent my strength for nought, and in vain: yet surely my judgment is with the LORD, and my work with my God.
5)And now, saith the LORD that formed me from the womb to be his servant, to bring Jacob again to him, Though Israel be not gathered, yet shall I be glorious in the eyes of the LORD, and my God shall be my strength.
6)And he said, It is a light thing that thou shouldest be my servant to raise up the tribes of Jacob, and to restore the preserved of Israel: I will also give thee for a light to the Gentiles, that thou mayest be my salvation unto the end of the earth.
7)Thus saith the LORD, the Redeemer of Israel, and his Holy One, to him whom man despiseth, to him whom the nation abhorreth, to a servant of rulers, Kings shall see and arise, princes also shall worship, because of the LORD that is faithful, and the Holy One of Israel, and he shall choose thee.
8)Thus saith the LORD, In an acceptable time have I heard thee, and in a day of salvation have I helped thee: and I will preserve thee, and give thee for a covenant of the people, to establish the earth, to cause to inherit the desolate heritages;
9)That thou mayest say to the prisoners, Go forth; to them that are in darkness, Shew yourselves. They shall feed in the ways, and their pastures shall be in all high places.
10)They shall not hunger nor thirst; neither shall the heat nor sun smite them: for he that hath mercy on them shall lead them, even by the springs of water shall he guide them.
11)And I will make all my mountains a way, and my highways shall be exalted.
12)Behold, these shall come from far: and, lo, these from the north and from the west; and these from the land of Sinim.
13)Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing, O mountains: for the LORD hath comforted his people, and will have mercy upon his afflicted.
14)But Zion said, The LORD hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me.
15)Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.
16)Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.
17)Thy children shall make haste; thy destroyers and they that made thee waste shall go forth of thee.
18)Lift up thine eyes round about, and behold: all these gather themselves together, and come to thee. As I live, saith the LORD, thou shalt surely clothe thee with them all, as with an ornament, and bind them on thee, as a bride doeth.
19)For thy waste and thy desolate places, and the land of thy destruction, shall even now be too narrow by reason of the inhabitants, and they that swallowed thee up shall be far away.
20)The children which thou shalt have, after thou hast lost the other, shall say again in thine ears, The place is too strait for me: give place to me that I may dwell.
21)Then shalt thou say in thine heart, Who hath begotten me these, seeing I have lost my children, and am desolate, a captive, and removing to and fro? and who hath brought up these? Behold, I was left alone; these, where had they been?
22)Thus saith the Lord GOD, Behold, I will lift up mine hand to the Gentiles, and set up my standard to the people: and they shall bring thy sons in their arms, and thy daughters shall be carried upon their shoulders.
23)And kings shall be thy nursing fathers, and their queens thy nursing mothers: they shall bow down to thee with their face toward the earth, and lick up the dust of thy feet; and thou shalt know that I am the LORD: for they shall not be ashamed that wait for me.
24)Shall the prey be taken from the mighty, or the lawful captive delivered?
25)But thus saith the LORD, Even the captives of the mighty shall be taken away, and the prey of the terrible shall be delivered: for I will contend with him that contendeth with thee, and I will save thy children.
26)And I will feed them that oppress thee with their own flesh; and they shall be drunken with their own blood, as with sweet wine: and all flesh shall know that I the LORD am thy Saviour and thy Redeemer, the mighty One of Jacob.

Isaiah 61
1)The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;
2)To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn;
3)To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.
4)And they shall build the old wastes, they shall raise up the former desolations, and they shall repair the waste cities, the desolations of many generations.
5)And strangers shall stand and feed your flocks, and the sons of the alien shall be your plowmen and your vinedressers.
6)But ye shall be named the Priests of the LORD: men shall call you the Ministers of our God: ye shall eat the riches of the Gentiles, and in their glory shall ye boast yourselves.
7)For your shame ye shall have double; and for confusion they shall rejoice in their portion: therefore in their land they shall possess the double: everlasting joy shall be unto them.
8)For I the LORD love judgment, I hate robbery for burnt offering; and I will direct their work in truth, and I will make an everlasting covenant with them.
9)And their seed shall be known among the Gentiles, and their offspring among the people: all that see them shall acknowledge them, that they are the seed which the LORD hath blessed.
10)I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels.
11)For as the earth bringeth forth her bud, and as the garden causeth the things that are sown in it to spring forth; so the Lord GOD will cause righteousness and praise to spring forth before all the nations.

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Note: 2011-12-10
When I arrived back at Moss Bay, there was a group of Christians on the lawn proclaiming the Gospel. I sat on a bench for a little while, and I remember another Believer sitting next to me. We talked for a little while. Then I departed for home. It was a fitting “Farewell” to my Mom as she loves Jesus and His Gospel.

Letter 47
Faith Comes By Audio,
Audio By iPod


Dear Dan,

For all the years that I have spent running a vacuum, cleaning toilets, emptying trash, and other cleaning duties, I have had the privilege of listening to some form of audio. When I first started working as a substitute custodian in 1976 (and still a senior in High School), I purchased a Headphone Radio from Radio Shack and would listen to it while I was vacuuming.

Then Sony came out with their Walk-Man series of tape decks, radios, etc. so I could record custom tapes and listen to them as well.

My first introduction to MP3 audio was with a Sony Walkman Stick. It had something like 32 MEGs of RAM. Barely enough space to hold one CD. But it was cool. And the Lord used that to promote healing to my soul in the aftermath of the Day of 7. I would record songs of worship and walk the trail behind my house and listen. But it was really too small, memory-wise, for industrial use.

So it was in 2001, when I went to work at (G6), that I brought with me the audio device I had used while a private contractor in 1990-1993, a Panasonic Radio/Cassette tape player with auto reverse. Not long after that I discovered a similar device that played CD’s. Way cool.

In 2001, the same year that I started at (G6), Apple Computer introduced the iPod. Now I typically am not an “early adopter” of new technology, but prefer to wait a year or so for bugs to be discovered and corrected. So I paid little attention to the iPod at that time. But, someone at work brought in an RCA Kazoo and showed it to me. It was a lot smaller than a walk man tape deck or CD player, and came with more memory than the Walkman Stick. So I purchased one and decided a liked it better than the Walkman style of audio devices.

I used the Kazoo for some time, then got a similar device from RCA with an FM radio in it. And it could be used for file storage as well. When that broke I begin to look for a replacement. That’s when I decided to look at an Apple iPod.

After perusing the Apple web site, I discovered the refurbished department. I purchased a refurbished iPod Nano, second generation. It had 2 GIGs of RAM, a lot more than the 512 MEGS of the RCA. It would sync up with iTunes, and I could make my own play lists that actually played in the order I set them up. Even more way cool.

After learning about and searching for podcasts, I was able to have a pretty good line up for each night of the week.

And so it was that these small electronic devices the Lord led me to and bestowed upon me gave me the things I needed to get through each work night at (G6).

To date, the ONLY good memories I have about working at (G6) are what I remember listening to, where I was when I heard it, and what I was doing at the time. I have learned to make custom play lists for each night, each location, and almost the every hour, that level of granularity. And it is these playlists that I think about when I begin to get ready to go to work each day.

I remember listening to a geek podcast discussing the upcoming release of Windows Vista. I remember vividly the restrooms I had just cleaned as they discussed the pros and cons of WIN-XP over Vista.

I remember listening to a debate between two theologians, one a Calvinist, the other an Arminian.

I remember many and much of the Bible studies, sermons, and lectures. And of course, very much music.

What I didn’t know (although the Lord had given me a clue years earlier) was that what I was listening to each night could be heard in the spirit realm as well, and Satan didn’t like what was being broadcast. So he began a conspiracy to terminate my ability to listen to audio while working at night at (G6).

Of course I knew that the Angels that worked with me could hear what I was listening to, since they are privy to even my most private thoughts. But I thought that was a personal phenomenon unique to me and maybe other individuals. I really didn’t consider whether there were other spiritual ramifications.

Just this year the Lord allowed Satan to attack the freedom I enjoyed to listen to His word via iPod. And it was due to the trauma and result of that attack that the timing and desire of these letters came about.

But the Lord would vindicate His servant in a way unique to His own Purpose and Will.

This will be described in great detail in a future letter.

P. S. Indeed, it is the Audio, or hearing the Word of God that gives me the faith to overcome moment by moment. I believe it is the Audio that the Lord used, and still uses, each night to gradually overwhelm the Spirit of Death that ruled (G6) for so long, and that attempted to prevent me from working there in the first place when he was allowed to drain off my life force suddenly in the first few weeks of my tenure.

For now, as always,


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 48
The Blood of The Martyr


Dear Dan,

In early October of 2003, due to some budgetary reallocations at (G6), I ended up having to leave working second shift, and was transferred to third shift, commonly referred to by some as “Graveyard”. At that time I had to relinquish my part time job with (G5) at (G11). But, as I stated earlier, I ended up with more money due to the third shift stipend at (G6).

From the time I started working the graveyard shift till now, I have had three different assignments working in four different departments and additional common areas. The first assignment was in (G6a) and lasted for 5 years, from October 2003 until October of 2008. The second was in (G6b) and was from October 2008 through the end of December 2009. And the third, my current assignment, begin January 1st, 2010.

The following event occurred I believe in the summer of 2004, and is critical that it be written down and understood clearly.

It was the beginning of the work-shift, and I had just arrived at my assigned work area and was getting a cup of coffee in the break room to start the day. A nurse who I knew was already in the break room, and while my coffee was brewing in the coffee machine, she pointed at something through a window, northward, to an area outside and a little distant from our second floor location. She showed me an area which was cordoned off by yellow tape. She said that earlier in the day someone, a man, had committed suicide in that area by shooting himself in the head. The yellow tape was police barricade tape.

The suicide occurred in an area close to a dumpster where I had to go to process trash. Some hours later, when I took one of my trash loads to the dumpster, I looked at the place shown to me by the nurse, which by then had been cleared of police tape. I saw the exact spot where the man’s head had landed on the concrete curbing of the adjacent flowerbed, when he had fallen onto the asphalt driveway. I saw the coagulated blood on the curb and in the flower bed, and the blood trail that went down the asphalt driveway to a storm drain.

I inquired of the Lord as to why He wanted me to know about this. Here in essence is what He said to me.

The man, just before he pulled the trigger and as he lay dying, called upon the Name of the Lord. At that very instant Jesus heard him and accepted his call, and forgave him of his sins, and took him Home to Glory.

Further, the Lord informed me that the spilled blood from that man’s body had become acceptable to the Lord at the point of the man’s Salvation, having just then become part of the Body of Christ. Hence, the Blood of His Martyr is in that place.

I saw the evidence, and heard the Word of The Lord, and confirm it to be True.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 48a

Mom In Church

Dear Dan, 

15 July 2007, 5:50PM
Just now woke up from a dream. 


I was with Dr. Chuck Missler in my wife’s Dodge Intrepid.  We were driving in an area close to where I grew up.  I had invited Dr. Missler to join me in attending a prophecy conference at a Church located on the property of an old Tree Farm.  While driving I had made a few wrong turns, then commented to Dr. Missler that I thought these “mistakes” might be of God.  I then remembered the right road and we proceeded to arrive and park in the church parking lot.
Next, we were in the multi-purpose-meeting hall of the Church that had tables with food set up for a meal.  I could see down a hallway and a door that led to a kitchen just adjacent to the auditorium.  As I was looking down the hallway and perceiving the activity and kitchen noises of food preparation, I saw my Mom (my Mom has been deceased and in Heaven now for almost 4 years).  

With very much shock, amazement, and delight I exclaimed loudly;


(and I almost added; "I thought you were dead!).

She turned and looked at me without any surprise at all and then turned her face back to the wall between the hallway and the kitchen.  Then, like a scene right out of a Science Fiction show such as Star Trek, Star Gate or The Matrix, she walked right through the wall into the kitchen.  As she was walking through the wall I could observe a blue electrical trace outlining where her body intersected with the physical surface of the wall, like low-level plasma.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 48b
The Rebellious Wife


Dear Dan,

25 July 2007, 12:30PM.

I am with my Friend and Brother Dan in the living room of his house. His wife is with us and she is in need of deliverance. I inform the both of them that she is her husband's responsibility and her deliverance is contingent upon her submitting to him as Head of Household.

They both agree, and my friend embraces his wife with very much compassion. His wife is facing me during this embrace and is looking at me. At that moment I see in her eyes (which are open) a glint of rebellion, a part of her not submitted to her husband. Then I woke up.

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As I was waking, I was experiencing great fear and terror. I knew that this dream was revelatory of Satan's plan against my Friend Dan and His Wife the Church.

Also, within the dream were elements of witchcraft and deception Satan was using to try to distract me from the main purpose of my presence, which is to minister Right Relationship - between man and God, man and man, and man and Satan.

Additionally, I could tell in the dream the Woman that was Dan’s wife was a combination of one of my own wife's cousins and a Pastor's wife of a local Church I have visited a few times, with a touch of a Charge Nurse from where I work.

By the Grace of God I was able to go back to sleep as this was many hours before my usual wake up time of 5:30 PM.


R. C. Theophilus

Letter 49
The Victory of Jesus
“…When The Last Enemy Is Gone,
From The Dust Will Come A Song…”*


Dear Dan,

In 2005, about three years after Mom went Home, Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer. He had been a one pack a day cigarette smoker since the age of thirteen.

Dad began a treatment regimen prescribed by his attending doctors that lasted until the last months of his life. Part of this was an experimental treatment of chemotherapy but had side affects, one of which was to deplete red blood cells. Every so often he would need to get a blood transfusion, after which he felt better because he was getting more oxygen.

Dad had many friends in the complex where he lived, and in the Electric Model Aircraft Indoor Flying club he co-founded. Many of them came to the house to help Dad since he was alone. But as I was his son, I came to stay with him on weekends if he needed my help. I had secured family medical leave from my employer, and had been staying at Dad’s for the week prior to the following events.

On about the 16
th of October 2007 I visited his doctor’s office to get some paperwork signed that would give me more time off from work so I could stay at the house with Dad and be more helpful. When I was there, his primary doctor, whom I had met a year earlier when I accompanied Dad to one of his visits, came up to me, and with a lowered voice said words to the following effect;

“Your Dad has fought the good fight, has been a real trooper. But maybe now you should consider Home Hospice Care.” He then went to his office to process the paperwork that would authorize Home Hospice Care.

Neither my father nor I knew exactly what Hospice Care entailed at the time. I thought it would authorize the insurance to pay for visiting nurses, therapists, etc. and miscellaneous medical equipment to help tend to my father’s needs while he continued his battle against death. But Home Hospice Care is not about restoring or prolonging life, but is designed to make one feel as good as possible while they’re dying.

Over the next two days various people begin to show up at the mobile home, such as nurses, social workers, and healthcare equipment deliveries, etc. By this time Dad was bed-ridden, too weak most of the time to get up except to the bathroom. But he was still lucid and knew what was going on. And I was still his son, and made every effort to do his will.

On the 19
th, some time during the day, a visiting nurse was in Dad’s bedroom. He was asking why he could not get another transfusion, since that always made him feel better and gave him life. She calmed him with soft words of denial, saying he could not get a transfusion. Then Dad got angry with that and something else she said and replied;

“NOT IF I CALL 911”.

While I did not clearly overhear every word spoken before that phrase, I heard enough to know what my Father’s will was. He desired Life and not death. Right before overhearing this verbal exchange I had been given some forms to fill out that required my signature, that would give final authorization for home hospice care. I had just begun to review the paperwork when I had overheard my father’s desire to call 911.

I begin to fill out the hospice authorization form, looking carefully at each line item. For every line, I checked the box that would indicate or promote
LIFE rather than death, thereby fulfilling my Father’s will.

I gave the completed form back to the nurse. She looked at it and said that based upon my entries “you are not eligible for hospice care” (please see attached redacted copy).

At that point I asked what the options were. There was a brief discussion, after which I called 911. The paramedics arrived quickly, assessed the situation, and took Dad to the ER of Providence Hospital in Everett. I believe that my Dad would have perished that day without the call to 911.

After securing Dad’s house I left and arrived at the ER. I was allowed to observe the lifesaving activities that the medical staff was performing. And I believe they did give Dad some blood, which is what gave him the oxygen and life he needed.

Satan seeks the death of others and promotes it non-stop. So it was that from the first words spoken by my father’s own doctor concerning home hospice care up to the time I signed the hospice care forms, and even afterward, death was being promoted.

I remember the next day I visited Dad in the ICU. I was pondering all that had transpired and what position I should take regarding what apparently seemed to be end of life procedures. I wasn’t sure about anything. Dad was still in sort of a coma from exhaustion and coming close to dying.

Then, as I was thinking about this, a hospital worker, possibly a Patient Care Technician, came up to me and consoled me by saying it would be “OK” if I authorized a discontinuation of life saving procedures.

A few minutes later another hospital worker came up to me and said something very similar. I thought about this some more, all the while feeling very stressed at dealing with an unknown experience. I found one of the ICU doctors and shared with him the Satanic thoughts I was now entertaining, that I might be willing to have the life saving equipment removed from Dad. He said that there would need to be an ethics review before that could happen. I acknowledged his statement and left for the waiting room to sort things out.

Then I realized that the two workers who suggested I “pull the plug” on Dad were speaking words put there by Satan in his attempt at killing my Dad and trying to have me complicit in the act. And I realized that the doctor’s reliance on Medical Ethics prevented that. I was grateful to the Lord for intervening through the doctor.

In a day or two Dad recovered enough to be moved to a regular hospital room. And a few more days after that he had regained enough strength to walk out into the hallway down to a window to look out.

Almost a week had passed, and Dad had improved to the point of being able to move from the hospital to an assisted living facility that had full medical staff. It was not far from Providence. The facility was called

Each day Dad seemed to improve a little bit. I visited him daily and even brought his special hearing-impaired phone (he was partially deaf and used a hearing aid) so he could make calls.

So it was that on Monday morning the 29
th of October I visited my Dad after work at about 7:00AM. Then I went home and went to bed. I awoke that day at my usual time of around 5:30PM. It was Monday, the first of my two days off.

After my usual wake-up time in the family room with (M), some coffee and the TV, I went into my office to work at my computer. Sometime after 10PM the phone rang.

I answered to find one of my dad’s flying buddies on the other end. He told me that he had gotten a call from Bethany that had informed him of Dad passing away, and he was letting me know. I thanked him and hung up.

I left home for Bethany, and when I arrived I checked in at the main desk. Then I went to my Dad’s room, where his body lay, and paid my last earthly respects.

The Lord God had made a statement about Himself by allowing Satan to speak against my Dad, my family and me. By allowing these things, God said and is saying;


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“And he led them forth without -- unto Bethany,
and having lifted up his hands he did bless them,…”
Luke 24:50 YLT

* Quote from the song “Grave Robber” by Petra.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 50
The Comfort of The Lord

Dear Dan,

During the last year of my Father’s life, the Lord comforted me during the times that I stayed with him at his home with an online fellowship at a Christian forum website called www.
khouse.org. I had been familiar with this ministry earlier, but while I was staying at Dad’s and up all night, I would peruse the Internet and this site in particular. Purchasing a subscription for a year would give one access to all the Bible studies streamed, and discounts on purchases. It seemed a pretty good thing for me as I could buy MP3 audio Bible studies and listen to them when I wanted on my MP3 player.

Dr. Chuck Missler is the founder of
Khouse.org, and was a Bible teacher years earlier at Calvary Chapel, Costa Mesa. In the early 1980’s I had gotten some of his tapes from Firefighters for Christ and really enjoyed them. Dr. Missler approached the Bible from a “computer geek” standpoint and also from the belief that God took great pains in every detail of Scripture, including placing hidden codes within the text that could be discovered with an approach called equidistant letter sequencing. So, being a latent “geek” (Trekkie) myself, I was drawn to Dr. Missler’s style of exposition. And, at that time I was looking for new podcasts to populate my playlists. So I begin purchasing a little at a time Bible studies and topical discourses called “Briefing Packs”.

While searching the forums I came across a name, James White, in the context of a discussion about theology. This intrigued me so I “Googled” him, found his web site, and started downloading his radio show on iTunes. While listening to Dr. White, he mentioned another name, Steve Gregg. Mr. Gregg also had a radio talk show with MP3 archives to download, so I subscribed to those as well. It was really interesting listening to Missler, White and Gregg in the same playlist since they all have different views on many things in the Bible. Missler is a classic Evangelical Dispensationalist. White is a Reformed Baptist. Gregg is an independent Partial Preterist, and works closely with YWAM (Youth With A Mission) from time to time. All three are fundamental Evangelicals.

Of the three I think that Dr. Missler is the most accurate. But I appreciate White and Gregg, and continue to listen to their shows to this day. James White has done excellent apologetic work defending the Faith against Islam, and refuting the “King James Only” crowd. Mr. Gregg’s radio style compels listeners to think, although most of the callers tend to agree with his positions. Gregg and White debated each other on their radio shows for a week. Dr. White defended Calvinism. Mr. Gregg defended Arminianism. I still have the audio file. And so throughout my Father’s last days I was comforted by the Word of God through the ministries of all three of these our Brethren, for which I remain grateful.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 51
Shield Upgrade

Dear Dan,

In the aftermath of the Satanic assault on my Father’s life, and in the days that followed his going Home, I inquired of the Lord as to why I had been deceived about ending his life support, especially after being so adamant in trying to protect his life toward the end.

The Lord responded with exactly what I needed.

To fully explain I need to fill in some back-story. Some time before the time of my Father’s illness, another work of Satan was taking place. From the surface it appeared to be a victory for the Devil. It was the case of Terri Schiavo, a paraplegic woman that was allowed to die of both malnutrition and dehydration. Terri’s end of life wishes was only known verbally from her ex-husband and perhaps one or two others. There was nothing in writing. A legal and moral quagmire ensued. She passed away on 31 March 2005.

During and after the news reporting of Terri Schiavo, I had often wondered about how to so order one’s end of life instructions, especially with the advanced medical technology of today that can extend physical existence beyond that which disease and injury might otherwise allow.

When Satan began his assault on my Father’s last days, I was still trying to figure out, from a Scriptural perspective, how the Lord might want to have things done. This was a weak spot in my Theology, which of course is what Satan took advantage of.

It wasn’t until last year after seeking the Lord that I was given the answer, which was an upgrade to my Shield of Faith. Please see the attached document titled “The Wishes of My Father in Heaven“.


Romanus Theophilus

The Wishes of My Father in Heaven
By Romanus Theophilus
In Accordance With the Word of the LORD


If I am found unconscious yet alive, but unable to communicate my wishes at the time, and continue in this state, this document shall prevail.

Genesis 2:7
And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul. (KJV)

Cardiopulmonary resuscitation shall be used as necessary in any case at any time to restore life. If I am unable to breath on my own, but require a ventilator, then the ventilator shall be used for a period of time not to exceed fifty (50) consecutive calendar days, after which time (on the fifty-first day) the ventilator shall be removed. If then I draw my last breath, the Lord has taken my life and is glorified, and my neighbors are held harmless.

Leviticus 25:10
And you shall consecrate the fiftieth year, and proclaim liberty throughout all the land to all its inhabitants. It shall be a Jubilee for you; and each of you shall return to his possession, and each of you shall return to his family.
Psalm 150:6
Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD. (KJV

If I am unable to take nourishment or water by mouth, then I shall be kept fully hydrated and nourished intravenously or by other means until I draw my last breath. If while being nourished and hydrated I draw my last breath, then the Lord has taken my life and is glorified, and my neighbors are held harmless.

James 2:15-17
If a brother or sister is naked and destitute of daily food, and one of you says to them,
"Depart in peace, be warmed and filled," but you do not give them the things which are needed for the body, what does it profit?
Thus also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead. (NKJ)

Legal Disclaimer: This document is to be used only to inform the contents of a valid legal end-of-life document within the State of one’s residence. This document does not purport in any way to render Earthly legal advice, but is in accordance with the Kingdom of Heaven, ruled by the Son of God - Jesus The Messiah)

Letter 52
Christians Don't Die

Dear Dan,

The next night after Dad died I was sitting at my desk wondering how to do everything, and being reassured that the Lord had everything under His control, I wanted to write something in remembrance of my Father, but that would be a blessing to all Believers. Attached is what the Lord gave to me.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 52

Lockheed Electra
Amelia Earhart
Lockheed Electra

Christians don't die.
They sleep in the dust
And Live in the Sky.

Apart from the Body
Is present with the Lord,
Enjoying an Eternal Hobby.

And then Resurrection
Not being delayed.
A finished Sanctification.

New Body, New Heart,
With Him forever.
Not bad for a New Start.

Christians don't die.
We sleep in the dust
And Live in the Sky.

By Romanus Christian Theophilus
In Honor of My Father
Rest In Peace
7 March 1936 – 29 October 2007

Letter 53

Dear Dan,

My Father passed away on 29 October 2007. I was named the executor of his will.

Within days my wife, two younger brothers and I were sitting in the attorney’s office. The lawyer went over the will, and any inheritance instructions. Everything was in order, and I was officially made the executor.

My parents were by no means rich, and the house I grew up in was sold after Dad retired because the property taxes were becoming too expensive for a retired custodian’s pension. So Mom and Dad purchased a doublewide mobile home in a retirement park in (L9). I had to sell it as part of the estate, and dispose of any items not wanted by my two brothers and me.

The funds were dispersed and the estate closed, and for the second time in our married life, (M) and I were able to dispose of all our debt, and pay off the second mortgage we had taken to pay off credit card debt which we incurred during and after the “Day Of 7”.

With some of the money I had left I purchased my first Apple computer, a Mac Mini (2008 model). I liked it so much I then purchased a MacBook laptop. And of course, most recently I obtained the MacBook Air, which I wouldn’t have done except that the first MacBook exhibited sings of malfunction, after the warrantee had expired.

Funny thing. The MacBook started working again after I purchased the Air. So I now keep it at work in my locker and have used it extensively in writing these letters when I get to work early. The Air I take to Starbucks. I guess the Lord really wanted me to write these letters as I have the capacity to do so with triple redundancy; at home on the Mac Mini, at work on the MacBook, and at Starbucks with the Air.

I also inherited an almost new car, my Dad’s Kia Rio. It got good mileage and had front wheel drive. There was a note obligation still outstanding on the vehicle, so (M) and I had to finance what was owed in order to keep the inheritance.

A few months after I started driving it, I was going home from work. It was freezing outside with black ice on the roadway. Suddenly a pickup truck in another lane lost traction and sideswiped the Kia, sending it into a spin. There was another car stopped on the side of the highway. My car hit that car and spun around the opposite direction.

I was not injured other than some stressed muscles. But the insurance company decided to “total” the Kia. We received enough money to pay off the debt we had incurred plus enough extra to purchase some new power lift easy chairs, one each for (M) and me.

So in that “accident” the Lord fine-tuned my inheritance by removing the rest of the debt, and blessing us with two real nice family room chairs in which to rest.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 54
(radio silence)

Letter 55
An Engineered Vacation

Dear Dan,

By now the reader/hearer will have learned of the injuries and subsequent ongoing disability to my left leg, from my pelvis down to my foot.

Part of this involves ongoing pain that never stops, and fluctuates with use.

So it is, even to this day that I rely on my right side, my “good side”, to take up a lot of the slack produced by my left, injured side.

In early 2002 I suffered great foot pain in both feet. I went to a podiatrist to see if there was any help. The doctor diagnosed what I already knew, that my left leg had shortened due to atrophy. He further diagnosed the reason for the atrophy which was something called “compartment syndrome”, where blood flow is reduced or cut off to tissue for a period of time due to internal bleeding, causing damage due to lack of oxygen. This happened when I took the hit from the Jeep Cherokee. I remember that the surgeons had to wait for days to let my leg drain before they could set the broken leg bones with titanium rods.

To help solve the foot pain, the podiatrist prescribed that I use an additional insole and a heel lift in my left shoe.

I tried this and to this day the pain in both feet has never returned. Thank you Jesus.

But it came about in the Spring of 2009, in May, that I was working in my usual capacity at (G6), performing my usual cleaning duties. I was in a room with office chairs, and was moving them around as I cleaned the variety of surfaces. I turned to do something, then I took a step backwards. My right foot partly stepped onto the the wheel support strut of an office chair, with my heel on the strut and my toe slightly on the floor. In an instant of surprise the chair moved back away from me, briefly making me feel as if I would fall backwards. At the same time, as I stressed certain muscles to stabilize myself from falling, a sharp pain moved from my right hip down my leg, immobilizing the muscles so that my leg stopped moving. In that moment I discovered a part of the nervous system I didn’t know I had. It’s called the Sciatic Nerve.

The first thing that went through my mind was that now I no longer had a good leg. Both legs were less than optimally mobile. Both legs were now “bad”.

I found that I could very carefully walk, with jabs of pain in every other step, and with the pain my right leg would become immobile.

I made it down the hall, heading to where a chair was so I could sit down. Just before I turned the corner, I cried out to God from years of pent up pain, grief, and anger, saying;


Two things happened at once then. First, I was both surprised and ashamed that I had yelled that way at God my Father. Second, I took two or three steps and the pain vanished.

A week later, I was in the same area cleaning, and I was washing a part of a wall. I took a step backward and WHAMO! The pinched sciatic nerve made its presence known once again.

This time I did not yell at God. I did try to continue to work. I discovered that if I avoided all but the most direct motion with my right leg, I could avoid the pain.

Somehow I made it through that night, and I made it to work the next night. But after the first two hours I realized that I could not work with the symptoms occurring every other time I bent over to clean. I called the supervisor, and obtained his permission to leave. I wasn’t sure how to approach this new injury, so I went to Dennys to think.

As I sat there with a cup of coffee I contemplated before the Lord what had happened and realized that the injury was caused at and aggravated by the workplace. So I went back to work and got the paperwork to file a Labor & Industries claim.

I went to my own doctor, who sent me to a specialist. He ordered an MRI, which showed that I had an additional lumbar, L6, that most people don’t have.

But that was not the cause of the pinched nerve. He prescribed physical therapy, and then suggested I take two months off from work to allow my body to heal. He wrote the orders that essentially gave me a two month paid vacation from work. Two glorious months away from the Kingdom of Darkness. Praise God! It was worth every painful step.

This time off was not for me alone. It was a Divine choreograph that allowed me to serve my wife in several things that otherwise I would not be able to do.

Because of the looming necessity of having to go to various Dr.’s appointments and therapy sessions, I changed my sleeping pattern from “graveyard” to a day person.

Then, one of the first things I did after that was to take (M) out to lunch to her favorite restaurant at the real lunchtime of Noon. What a blessing.

Then the first Sunday morning that I was awake I went to a Sunday Church service at (L7). It was during this time, and about this Church that I had the dream referenced in
Letter 08.

After the first month of recovery (M) and I had opportunity to join her family at a resort in Eastern Washington for a week long stay. This is something that her parents and sister and her family do every summer, but we don’t on account of how difficult it is for me to get time off from work at (G6).

Throughout my two month recovery we did as many things together during the day that time and budget allowed. I also took some day long bicycle excursions.

Because of how the L&I benefits were coordinated with my own leave benefits at work, I ended up taking home more cash than I would have otherwise with normal wages. So we were able to better afford the motel and restaurants during the time at the resort.

Finally, after two months, I went back to work. And I have never had a reoccurrence of the sciatic nerve pain since.

As I look back, there is no question as to how this whole time off was Divinely engineered for the benefit of all. My wife (M), her family, a mutual friend (CB8) and me were all beneficiaries. Upon my return to work my supervisor noted that it had been unusually quiet in my work area as well, so my absence was not so sorely missed. I remain grateful.

How great a God we serve that uses all things for Good and His Glory. Amen!


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 56
The Hand of Satan

Dear Dan,

Toward the end of 2009, (G6) decided once again to re-structure the workflow of the department I work in. This time it affected every job in the department.

They put every job out to bid in-department. Each employee was allowed to apply for three picks of the jobs they wanted with seniority being one of the deciding factors. The effective date of the new job assignments was to be 1 January 2010.

Because I was low in seniority, I did not get any of my picks. The only job left that was a full time position and still on third shift was called Relief 1. It was a conglomerate of a patchwork of areas to clean with alternating days off, and different starting times, in order to fill in on other people’s days off. That’s the job I ended up with.

It entailed working in three different departments and some common area work. The departments are (G6a, G6c, and G6d).

So I begin what was to become the most challenging part of my tenure to date at (G6), both physically and spiritually.

I had learned some time in the Spring of 2010, through one of his podcasts, that Steve Gregg would be in the Seattle area for most of the summer. In addition to his radio talk show, he hosts and teaches a course about the Kingdom of God, and the upcoming summer he would be physically present at a YWAM base outside of Monroe called Pneuma Springs.

He indicated on his show that visitors would be welcome to the meetings on Thursday nights, as they would be open to the public. I thought it would be neat to attend one of the meetings and meet Mr. Gregg in person. The meetings were to begin in June and run throughout the summer to the end of August, so I purposed to attend a session as my schedule would allow.

Two things occurred at work about this time that come to mind.

One day in early July I was at work, standing outside at a make-shift smoking area getting ready to start the shift. I was scheduled to work in (G6d) with a starting time of 11:00PM.

While I was sitting outside pondering about, and looking forward to, going to Pneuma Springs, I had a new spiritual experience. I felt the pressure of an angry spirit come up to me and “get in my face”, pressing right up against my chest. I knew my immediate response was to resist, so I did. But I had never before felt such a pronounced presence of an evil spirit. It was very wroth and angry.

I didn’t know if it was a demon, fallen angel, or Satan. I really didn’t care. Operationally I did what Scripture says to do: “… submit yourselves therefore unto God. Resist the devil and he will flee.”

This next thing happened within a day or two before or after this event.

I had occasion to go into the parking garage just below (G6d). My going into the garage was “engineered” by the Lord, Who had instructed angel Gabe to make sure that I “accidentally dropped” a bio-hazard bag into the laundry chute that emptied into a cart in a room below in the parking garage. So I had to go down to the utility trash and linen rooms, where I have no usual or routine reason to go, to retrieve the bag.

Two things happened at once in the garage. First, I felt the presence of an evil spirit, not like the one in the description above, this was less pronounced, and not “in my face”, but I knew there was an evil presence in the garage. At the same time I noticed a bumper sticker on a car with words that blasphemed God in no uncertain terms.

These things were the Lord’s way of revealing to me some of Satan’s resources assigned at (G6), that would be used in what was to become a full court press of the Devil attempting to oust me from my place of employment at (G6).


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 57
The Accusations of Satan -Part I
“It Sends The Wrong Message”

Dear Dan,

Toward the end of 2010 I completed my collection of MP3 Audio Bible Studies by Chuck Missler. The last two studies I needed were 1st and 2nd Kings, and 1st and 2nd Chronicles. When I obtained these two studies and completed the collection, even before I listened to them, I knew that I reached a spiritual milestone. It was the Lord saying that the acquisition of His Word was now complete in my life. All that was needed now was to make application of His Word, the Whole council of God, in every day life.

At about the same time I had been thinking that I might start listening to some audio books that I put off in deference to listening to Bible studies. It seemed the right time now, for I had all the Word in my possession, and I could take a break for a time and listen to some other literary interests I had such as classical written works from antiquity to the present.

But there were two recent audio books that I became aware of that really got my attention. One was called “Hope Unseen”, the story about the first U.S. Army Officer, Scott Smiley, to remain in commission and on active service even after becoming totally blinded while on duty in Afghanistan. The second book was about a four year old boy, Colton Burpo, who died briefly and went to Heaven and saw and talked with Jesus. The title is “Heaven Is For Real”, written and read by his father, Todd Burpo. I really recommend these two books to anyone.

I listened to these two books in late February and into March of 2011. After that I decided to listen to books written by Frank Peretti, a Christian author that had written a series of supernatural suspense novels. It made sense since he included a lot of “fictitious” events about angels, and since I was having real life experiences in that subject, I wanted to compare what he had written with what I knew.

Many years earlier I had read both This Present Darkness and Piercing The Darkness, but now that I had all night at work to enjoy audio books, I purchased the audio versions and started to listen.

Coincidentally, at the same time that I began to listen to the Peretti books, the Satanic oppression at work increased as well, and was focused in (G6d). Also, at this time my physical pain begin to increase to a point of becoming debilitating. Angel Gabe remarked that this was due in part to my spirit man being beat up and that the spiritual distress was referring into my physical body.

I remember several nights in particular, and only in (G6d), the spiritual stress was so pronounced it was all I could do to focus on the audio so I would not start to recede into the mental illness that the demons were promoting. It was the same demonic mental illness that I had experienced at Harborview. It was really bad, but I was able to overcome by focusing on what I was listening to on my iPod.

For some strange reason, one of my responses to that time of stress was to take the following position before the Lord. I cried out to Heaven;


About a week after this oppression started, on a certain morning while I was working per schedule in (G6d), the Manager of the Environmental Services Department I work in, came walking through and noticed I was using a mop and bucket. He then mentioned to me that “we” were not supposed to use mops and buckets in favor of using something like a “swiffer”. After making this observation and declaration, he quickly left.

I did not have time to think at the moment, but acknowledged what he said with something like “OK”. Minutes after he left I sent him an email detailing that I was a disabled worker (something he already knew) and that I used a mop and bucket because it was less painful for me to work with.

A few days later the Manager came walking through (G6d) again and noticed that I was wearing scrubs instead of the department issued uniform. He questioned me about this and would not listen to what I was saying; about how I sweat a great deal when I work, and that the fabric of the issued uniforms irritated my skin. He demanded that I wear the uniforms anyway.

A few days after that the Manager came through (G6d) again and took me aside into an empty patient room.

“While it is not technically forbidden by the “No Cell Phone Policy”” he started, “I have noticed you using headphones while you are working”. Then he questioned me as to what I listened to and why. I told him that I used the audio to distract me from chronic pain that was part of my disability.

“It helps me stay focused and do a good job”, I said.

“I have no record of your being disabled” he replied, which was not true as I had sent both him and the Department Supervisor an email at the end of 2009, before the beginning of the new shakeup, stating that I was a disabled worker, and that I needed to use certain tools to help me do my job. Further, I had also told the preceding Manager at my first job interview to be initially hired that I was a Disabled Worker, and it was further documented by my having to get a company issued parking permit for disabled workers.

But the Manager would not listen, or could not hear, or both.

“I don’t want you to use headphones any more”, demanded the Manager. Then he said;


While this exchange was going on, I could feel the room we were in fill with evil sprits. Even evil spirits which had assaulted me in my youth were in the room, promoting his position and preventing him from hearing the Truth about what I was saying.

Then with all the strength I could find I said to him as he walked out of the room;


It was then that I became sure I needed an attorney. I also said to the Manager as he left that I would be getting a Doctor’s note documenting my disability and what I needed that could be considered “reasonable accommodations” under the Americans With Disabilities Act.

Even under all that stress, the Lord gave me the knowledge that I would get everything that I asked for from both my Attorney, and my Doctor.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 58
The Accusations of Satan -Part II
“A Mere Scrap of Information”

Dear Dan,

In the first “spaghetti western” movie, A Fist Full of Dollars, the main character Manco, (played by Clint Eastwood), restates some words spoken to him by one of his adversaries. It goes something like this;

…(in the desert), a man’s life can depend on
a mere scrap of information…

Jesus used two “scraps of information” from two of the audio books I had just listened to that helped guide me in this time of Satanic accusation.

The first was from one of the Peretti books. In the storyline there was a discussion within a circle of Believers on how to resist a work of Satan being perpetrated. They suggested this and that, but finally came down to working within the law and using an attorney to achieve the lawful results that the Lord wanted, believing that the Lord would work His will through the legal system.

The second “scrap of information” came from the book ”Heaven Is For Real”. Here is the quote:

“Dad, Jesus used Dr. O’Holleran to help fix me,”

(Heaven is for Real: A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back (p. 54). Thomas Nelson. Kindle Edition. )

These two bits of data gave me the direction I needed to be able to overcome the Enemy’s latest assault on me and by extension, my family.

The following day after I was prohibited from using my iPod at work I called the attorney that had represented (M) and I for my motorcycle wreck in 1995. He was still in business and remembered us well.

I explained to him that I thought I was potentially being discriminated at work because I was a disabled worker. After explaining what I thought my needs were, he advised me to go to my doctor with exactly what I told him and ask for a letter detailing what I needed.

I thanked him and did as he advised. After that I called my Doctor (P8) and made the earliest appointment I could.

At the appointment, I gave to my Doctor (P8) something I had written that delineated in detail what my Attorney had advised me to say. (please see the attached redacted copy).

After reviewing my request, he said; “starting tomorrow I’ll be out of town for a week. If I have time I will write this letter today before I leave. If not I will write it upon my return.” (P8) stated.

I thanked him and departed.

In the meantime, the Environmental Services Manager had scheduled a meeting with me and a representative from HR. It was to discuss my claim of being a disabled worker.

This meeting occurred in the week between seeing my doctor, and my receipt of the ADA letter from him.

In the meeting with the HR Lady I explained what my condition was and what tools I used to get through each day. I also made it clear that I would be getting a letter from my doctor, but that he was “out of town” until the next week, and that I would forward the letter as soon as I had it.

I could tell, however, that the Enemy was stopping the ears of both the ES Manager and the Lady from HR. They both pretty much ignored what I was saying and instead insisted that I adhere to the Manager’s directives. The Manager even went so far as to order new uniforms for me as I had lost a bunch of weight since they had originally been issued to me. I warned him he should wait, knowing that the Lord would prevail, but he did not listen.

I had my resignation all typed up, signed and sealed, in my vest pocket, and I was ready to give it to the Manager in the meeting, but the Lord stayed my hand. When the meeting was over, I left feeling dejected, and rather pissed off at the whole bureaucratic stupidity, but also with a very subtle, very secret hint, that the victory would not be lost.

What I needed to do now was to be patient and wait the few more days until the return of my Physician and the receipt of his Letter that would give me Legal Standing.

ATTACHMENT to Letter 58: DOC-01


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 59

The Commission

Dear Dan,

Over the years since my accident and subsequent spiritual experiences, I begin to develop a notion that there might be a particular ministry being developed by the Lord in my life. And I would think from time to time, and wonder whether, like other ministries I had been made aware of, that there shouldn’t be some sort of commissioning or ordination, usually in a Church setting with Believers as witnesses and the laying on of hands by Elders of the Church. Last night while I was working, the Lord began to remind me of two things that happened early in my life. Please allow me to explain.

When I was fourteen, during the height of the Jesus People movement, I was aware of a church meeting or home fellowship that occurred someplace each night of the week, thereby enabling me, if I could get a ride or talk my Mom into driving, to go to church seven days a week if I wanted.

Sometimes I could “hitch” a ride with some of the older Believers who could drive who I knew that went to the Saturday meetings at (U1). On one of those occasions I ended up at a home fellowship in Seattle. A Bible Teacher and Church Elder named Bruce Hughes was the featured speaker.

Later on there was a time of prayer, and all those that wanted could stand in line and be prayed for by the Elders. When the Elder reached me he prayed and prophesied that I was “
called and set apart to be a Man of God”. At the time I really didn’t know what that all meant. That was in 1973.

In 1976, when I was seventeen years old, I was stationed at Ft. Sill, Oklahoma for my military training. After Basic training, in the school phase, called Advanced Individual training, or AIT, I was able to leave post on the weekends. A fellow soldier had discovered a Christian coffee house that had nightly meetings for Christians in the town of Lawton, just outside of the Ft. Sill gates. It was called the House Of Aslan, after the Lion in the Chronicles of Narnia story.

I attended one of the meetings, and during the time of prayer the Elders prayed for whoever wanted to be prayed for. When the elders got to me they laid hands on me and one of them prayed and prophesied that I was “
called and set apart to be a Man of God”. I took mental note at the time that the exact same words were used as when I was fourteen in the Seattle meeting.

And so Dan, there is the story, that the Holy Spirit reminded me of last night, of how I was commissioned in Him to do the work and service of the Son Jesus, Lion of The Tribe Of Judah, with the laying on of hands by the Elders and the Church Body being witness. One Word, twice spoken, separated in time and space by three years and hundreds of miles.

After thinking about this I simply refer to it as the “Jesus People Anointing”, since it was in that part of the Body that I grew the most and felt most at home.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 60
Pain On Steroids

Dear Dan,

For the rest of the work-shift after the Manager forbade me to listen to my audio, and into the days following, I wondered before the Lord just what to do. In the weeks and even months leading up to this time I had suffered the worst ongoing pain I could imagine, and still be able to force myself to work.

The pain started out marginally, but as each night wore on, especially in (G6d) where I had to bend over a lot, it would get much worse, to the point of becoming debilitating.

I have a prescription for Vicodin, the lightest duty narcotic painkiller, that allows me up to two caplets per day. I usually break these in two, and up until this time rarely exceeded two or three halves in any one work day, or 50-75% of my daily allotment.

The pain became so great that I begin to take 1/2 pill every two hours, leaving me with none for when I got home, so I begin to exceed my daily allotment by 25%, or taking 125% of my daily prescription.

Fortunately this mostly occurred on the nights that I worked in (G6d), and on my days off I typically would use only 50% of my allotment, so over a two week period I could still stay within my overall monthly supply.

But this level of pain was new to me, and coupled with the ongoing demonic assaults in (G6d) it was unbearable. I ended up taking too many days off in too short of time and was reprimanded for doing so.

Since becoming an adult I have never been reprimanded at any job I have ever worked until this one. Nor have I ever had a negative remark made on any evaluation or review in all the years I have worked until this time. But I can count it as loss and dung, to paraphrase Paul.

The Word of “doing a very good job” given to me by two of God’s messengers is sufficient to remind me of where my real treasure and inheritance lies.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 61
Saving The Dead
(And Other Comforts)


Dear Dan,

During the time of Satan’s accusations against me and in the week that I was without the ADA letter the Lord provided comfort for my soul.

One part came in the form of a dream that left me with great comfort when I awoke from it.

I dreamed that:
I was the Sergeant of a Special Ops squad that was assigned to go behind enemy lines and rescue dead soldiers. We were in an inflatable raft, floating downstream in a small river, returning from the mission with the body of a dead soldier. A little ways off I saw the checkpoint that divided Enemy from Friendly territory, which consisted of a wire cable footbridge strung over the river at about tree top level. There were guards standing on the bridge with rifles, ready to challenge and shoot anyone unauthorized who might try to cross into friendly territory. A banner sign was posted along the underside of the footbridge that read;


As the ranking NCO of my Squad, it was my job to make the declaration. I picked up the microphone that was attached to the bullhorn and so declared;


The guards let us pass. Further down the river the forest cleared out on either side, and we came to a sandy beach where we landed the raft and carried the corps up into the town where the Soldier could be resurrected. We took him into a hair salon and left him in the capable hands of the Stylist.
End of dream.

Another source of comfort was this. A day or two after the dream I called in absent at work for what some would call a “mental health day”, and called my oldest friend (CB1) and asked if he wanted to see a movie with me, and dinner afterwards. There was a movie that I had seen advertised on TV, but with the way movies come and go so fast through the theaters these days I was almost certain it would not be available. But miraculously there was one theater that still had the movie playing, and coincidentally was just across the street from a Keg restaurant.

So I picked up (CB1) and we went to the movie. It is called “The Eagle”, and is about the emblem of a Roman cohort that is taken into enemy hands, and how a Roman soldier and a slave work together to retrieve the statue and return it to its rightful home.

What really got my attention in the movie is that right in the first scene is a small river, almost the same one that was in my dream I had just had a few nights before.

Another time of comfort occurred like this. One night I had gone to (G12) for breakfast on my way to work. After leaving I took surface streets that led me past a Church building (U8). As I passed by I noticed lights on and cars in the parking lot. The thought flashed through my mind; “maybe I can ask for prayer for my situation at work”. I turned around, went back and parked in the parking lot.

Upon entering the foyer of the church I saw a meeting in progress. But it was in Korean, not English. I had come to a weeknight meeting of the Korean Church. I didn’t care. I wanted prayer, and I figured that if I could find anyone that spoke even a little English I could make my request known.

I went into the sanctuary and took a seat in the back. The preaching reminded me of the very robust sermons I had heard in my youth at the Pentecostal meetings I had attended. And even though I could not understand the language proper, every time the Preacher said a Word that had the same ring and sound as the English “Jesus”, all the people would make loud exclamations. In English it would be a response like “Amen”, or “Hallelujah”.

The preaching continued, but I knew I could not stay very long since I had to get to work. Then I had an idea. I went out into the foyer and looked for a piece of paper to write on. I found a preprinted envelope with one side clear of writing. Then I took a pen and wrote the following;


I went back into the sanctuary and sat back down to wait for an opportune moment to give my note to someone. A few minutes later the Preacher begin to pray, and I knew the service was about to wrap up.

After the prayer, people started to get up to leave, and I did the same. Then I spotted a man at the door, which turned out to be the Preacher, and asked if he spoke English. He said, “yes” with a heavy Korean accent. I gave him the note with my request on it, and with a “thank you” departed. I knew then this business at (G6) was going to become “Mission Accomplished” and was grateful to the Lord.

After that I had a little more hope for Victory.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 62
On Trial

Dear Dan,

The first “meeting” with the Manager and the HR Lady was in the morning in the middle of the week. I informed both of them that I would be getting a Doctor’s note detailing why I needed to listen to audio while I worked, and that I needed to wear clothing that breathed better than the issued uniforms, and that I needed to use a string mop and bucket under certain conditions.

They wanted to argue and did not hear the part of my getting a doctor’s letter. All I could do is nod my head and say “OK” to whatever. So I left the meeting with them assuming that I would adhere to their restrictions.

The next Monday morning I went to my Doctor’s office and picked up the ADA letter (see attached redacted copy). It authorized everything I had asked for in my request, just like the Lord said it would. I emailed a scanned copy to the ES Manager and Night Supervisor.

Since I had the ADA letter, and had forwarded a copy to the Manager, I thought nothing of returning to wearing scrubs and listening to my iPod. The next week, I was working again in (G6d), and the Manager came walking through in the morning. Then the Manager saw me.


said the Manager;


He said a few more things and turned to go.

“(P8)”, I said after him. “I have a Doctor’s Letter. Doesn’t that carry any weight with you at all?”

And with a look of
sudden confusion on his face he said aloud at me;


The Manager then left. Later on he paged me and apologized for accusing me of becoming insubordinate. All this was AFTER I had emailed him the ADA letter copy one or two days earlier.

A few days later there was another “meeting” with HR in order to review my ADA letter. The HR lady said that she would need to set up a conference call with my Doctor to confirm what he wrote.

About a week later we had the “conference call”, the HR Lady, the Manager, my Doctor and me. We discussed every point on the Letter my Doctor wrote. At the end of the conversation I was informed that a final decision would be made in writing from HR within a few days. We all said our “good byes” and finished the call.

A few days later I was summoned to another “meeting”.

It had been decided that I could use my headphones, wear scrubs, and use the work carts I had requested. But using the mop was still up in the air. I once again explained to the Manager what I needed the mop for, and sort of showed him with a mop handle that he had in the office. Then he said;


Later, just after the meeting was over, the Manager relented and said I could use the mop and bucket.

After that I was informed by HR that I was to meet with their contracted Workplace Ergonomic Specialist to go over how I did my job.

When the “Ergo” Guy arrived in the (G6d) area on a certain morning, I showed him what I did and how I used the mop. He took some pictures, wrote some notes and left.

As a final insult from Satan, he included in the “agreement” that there was to be a series of follow up reviews to see “how everything was going”.

The follow up meetings never occurred, nor have I had any more discussion with the Manager or the HR Lady about these matters.

Satan was sore afraid of this whole thing, because he knew, better than I, what was coming. The Lord revealed something that began only about two months ago. I will write about this in detail later.

One more note. The Devil influenced the “agreement” in such a way so as to have the following line included in order to intimidate me from listening to whatever I wanted to.


I resist this by ignoring it, as I do not agree to it.

(ATTACHMENTS to Letter 62:
DOC-02, DOC-03)


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 63
The Book of Eli

Dear Dan,

(M) and I joined Netflix years ago and have enjoyed watching many shows together. Some time after that I heard on one of the podcasts I listen to about something called a “Roku Box”. After checking it out, I purchased one and begin streaming video from Netflix. Its one of those things that once I had it I wondered how I got by without it. And now Netflix has all the Star Trek TV shows. Video heaven I say.

My movie queue is over 100 titles long. I don’t know if I will ever get to them all. Every so often I peruse the new titles section to find things I might like to see. Usually I will look for a movie that had been advertised on TV as coming soon to a theater near me.

Shortly after it had been released to DVD, I put “The Book Of Eli” on my list, way down at the bottom. I wasn’t sure what it was about, but I like Denzel Washington (I recommend his latest movie, Unstoppable) so I figured I would give it a try.

After the “iPod trials” were over in June of 2011, I felt fairly demolished in spirit, body and soul. I knew there had been a victory, but I felt like crap. For some reason, I had earlier moved The Book Of Eli to the top of my Netflix list, and watched it as soon as it came in the mail.

What astounded me then, and still does, are the close similarities there were in the movie to what I just endured at (G6). Zombie cannibals (a demonized world), an evil ruler (the Manager), a faithful friend (Jesus People), refuge in The Rock (the Word of God), and the faithful preservation of the Scripture.

But what really got to me the most was this. At the beginning and the end of the movie can you guess what was prominently shown? An iPod audio unit with headphones. The Lord used this movie to heal my soul. I bought my own copy from Amazon immediately, and watched it several times.

And I think the rest of the healing process was/is writing these letters to you. I have learned a great deal in what the Lord has done, is doing, and will do in the ministry He is living through me.

There are a few more subjects that I want to touch on. But after that I’m not sure. I guess we’ll see at the time.


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 64
Destroying The Taliban

Dear Dan,

After 9/11/2001, in November of that year, Neil Young published a song, “Lets Roll”, about the passengers of United Airlines Flight 93 and their overthrow of the terrorists on that plane. They destroyed the Taliban on that ship, using the sacrifice of their own lives and the plane as a shield for the otherwise intended target. Mr. Young quotes one of the passengers, Todd Beamer, as the foundation of his song;


For some time in early 2011 the Lord put that song on my heart, and I finally downloaded it from iTunes around March 2011, at about the same time I downloaded the two books “Hope Unseen” and “Heaven Is For Real”. I didn’t really know any specific reason for the song, other than it was important enough that the Lord wanted me to listen to it at that time. I do know that the Taliban in Afghanistan, while in power, had made listening to any music at all a
capital crime. Hell on earth.

The U.S. overthrew the Taliban in Afghanistan in response to their harboring Osama Bin Ladin who had masterminded the 9/11 attacks. On 1 May 2011 President Obama announced that Osama Bin Ladin had been killed in a clandestine raid into Pakistan by Special Forces SEAL Team Six. About six weeks later my authorization to listen to audio while at work was finalized. The Taliban at (G6) had also been destroyed.

It’s ironic that when I was at Harborview in July of 1995, my Church brought to me as a gift a Sony Discman portable CD player to listen to. But I was in such mental distress from the Satanic attacks on my mind that I was barely able to listen. I tried to hear the 2
nd Chapter of Acts CD (M) brought to me, but I could not listen. I didn’t have the energy. It was after that I had all the dreams and visions at Harborview.

The Word of the Scripture is true where it says;





Romanus Theophilus

Letter 65
The Grid
Greater. Stronger. Sharper.

… and Satan, and all his host became sore afraid …

Dear Dan,

And He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature. He who believes and is baptized will be saved; but he who does not believe will be condemned. And these signs will follow those who believe: In My name they will cast out demons; they will speak with new tongues; they will take up serpents; and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover.” Mark 16:15-18.

Some time a few months ago, maybe October or November 2011, I was walking into (G6d) to start my work shift. The Lord then opened my eyes to see. I saw in the spirit a grid, very much like what was seen on the very first Star Wars movie in the Millennium Falcon when Chewy was activating the shields.

Another good example would be one of those outside bug zappers. Only the energy that powers this grid is:


The dimensions of the Grid were about 10” square*, and it was a light green in color. The grid filled the entire hallway. Then it moved in my direction. As it passed through and around me I felt a gentle, moving sensation. Then the grid started moving the other way down the hall. As it moved I saw that as it intersected with any evil spirits in its way, they were literally “cubed”, and I saw the pieces fall to the floor.

If you’ve ever seen the movies “The Cube” or “Resident Evil”, you have a pretty good idea of what I am talking about.

I asked angel Gabe what this was.


… he replied.

I was more than a little surprised. And even a little skeptical. But as each day came and I saw the same Grid destroy more and more evil spirits, I was hard pressed to disbelieve.

So lately Dan, if I think there is the slightest hint of an oppressive spirit around, I say to the Lord;


I can say there are fewer evil spirits of every kind at (G6) than ever, since I have been there.

I guess God got kind of mad and “threw the Book at ‘em” so to speak.

The Lord seems to have given me the knowledge of when to ask to have the grill “fired up”. Even though it is a mufti-dimensional grid, I call it a “grill” just for humor. Barbecue them ghosts I say.

It’s that simple.

*The size of the grid spacing has tightened quite a bit since at first. It is now about 1” square, maybe even smaller. In old CB radio terms, one could say it’s “wall to wall and tree top tall.”


Romanus Theophilus

Letter 66
Time For A Break

Dear Dan,

Well. These letters have been quit an excursion, at least for me. I have learned, am learning, and will learn some more, about what and how the Lord did, does and will do - things. I think there a few more items for me to write about in this series of letters. But I think I’ll take a break for the moment.

Since I started writing these letters I have had a few more experiences that I ought to touch on, some from listening to a couple of audio books. But there was a reoccurrence of a spiritual event.

I think it was about September 2011 or maybe a month or two earlier that I experienced another “angry evil spirit” event like I had in Letter 56.

It felt the same, but this time I was at a restaurant, seated, with (M) and her parents. I felt the spirit come right up in my face. I did what I did before; resist, and it went away.

When this happened the first time I asked Gabe why it occurred and he said it was because I was the “ranking spiritual authority (of Christ)” on the premises at the time. I suppose the same might be true about the second occurrence. Gabe said it was Satan both times.

Dan, I am really tired of this stuff. But I know that whatever happens is somehow part of Jesus’ plan of redemption for me and those I touch. That’s always a good thing.

I am going to see a specialist doctor in a few days, the morning of Friday the 13
th, to discuss my disability. I seem to be losing energy to keep forcing myself to work each day. I would like to get a full Social Security disability, but that would really harm my household’s budget if I left my current level of income.

The longer I can keep the job, or level of income I currently have, the better. Or so it seems.

(M), my wife is more disabled than I am, and at times I need to be a partial care-giver for her at home. So I do “work” at work and “work” at home. That’s why I am really wearing out.

If you are currently in fellowship anywhere, could you please request prayer for my wife, my household, and me? I would owe you a debt of gratitude.

As soon as I have time I will review all the letters for accuracy and make sure the Decryption Key is complete. Enclosed however is a (very rough) draft of the key so you can have some idea sooner than later of some of the people I have talked about.

The thought occurred to me a while ago to produce audio versions of these letters. I think this is from the Lord, and I have been getting a lot of input from the OTH* crew.

Just a few days ago I saw in the spirit another new thing at (G6), in (G6d). I was standing in one of the corridors and saw a sword being thrown down the hall towards a set of exit doors to the elevators. This reminded me immediately of the scene from Gladiator where Maximus is taken to the forest to be executed. The soldier that is going to strike him has trouble drawing his sword because of the morning frost. In that moment Maximus takes advantage of the delay and overpowers his adversary and kills him. Then, he takes that sword and throws it at the other centurion, killing him also.

That is what I saw being thrown past me down the hall, in a very similar fashion. And I saw this happen more than once.

To quote a line from a song by Petra;



Romanus Theophilus

*OTH= Other Than Human

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Letters 01-66