My psychic uncle died of lung cancer.  He was my second uncle Dominic and he died of at a ripe old age.  I cried for him as I watched him suffering with pain on his death bed. He was lying there in his old age of 80 and looking at the ceiling.  He had oxygen tanks scatter throughout his bedroom and he was sick. I knew that one day he would be alive in Jesus and entering the spirit world. I had to take my ministry to him. 

We are all the walking temple of the Holy Spirit.  I would sit down beside him at his bedside and pray for him.  I was on fire for God and the Holy Spirit. I knew that my psychic prayers had to help Uncle Dominic. He did not know it at that time, but my words changed his life before he died.  He knew God but never came to him with a dedicated heart.

It was not until he was at his deathbed that he heard from the Lord and smiled.  I knew that my work was done. I was fifteen years old and I was on a new walk with Jesus Christ.  I knew that I had to pray for Uncle Dominic. When I prayed for him, he laughed and cried at the same time.  I knew that uncle Dominic was a good man and just needed some prayer to help him get connected with Jesus.

I was hoping that God would heal him of cancer, but sometimes this is not the Lord's will. He often wants us to do his will and he will wait for us to do his will.  I know that God has a psychic destiny to help others in life and that he does not waste time in any way, shape or form. 

When I was stationed in Korea, I had a bully sergeant that bossed me around.  When I reported him, I got no response from my chain of command and proving my case was not going to be easy.  It was hard to believe but somehow I knew this bully was going to be put down.  I prayed to God and asked him to help me. I did not know that the Lord was going to bring other soldiers forward who had the same claim that I did. It was not easy for me to bow down to a bully, but God rescued me in my time of trouble.

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