I awoke after a vision and a spoken word with a commission to write, Journeys To The Bright Morning Star based on actual experienced events. Each chapter is introduced and interwoven throughout by one or more of these astonishing accounts. Unlike John Bunyan's renowned, Pilgrim's Progress written in 1675, with its monsters, demons and angels, the main character and the supernatural events are not fictitious.

Journeys To The Bright Morning Star

In the Last Days, divinely chosen men will be awakened revealing communications, visions, dreams, and revelations, against much disbelief, oppositions, and worldly clamorBy E. Wiseman Woomer, Jr.

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Copyright © 2010 E. Wiseman Woomer, Jr.
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ISBN: 978-1-4520-2552-0

Contents

Chapter 1. Introduction........................1Chapter 2. Virginia One........................7Chapter 3. Wisconsin...........................13Chapter 4. Florida.............................23Chapter 5. Nevada..............................35Chapter 6. Colorado One........................43Chapter 7. West Virginia.......................49Chapter 8. Maryland............................57Chapter 9. Connecticut.........................63Chapter 10. Wyoming............................69Chapter 11. Texas One..........................79Chapter 12. Texas Two..........................89Chapter 13. Virginia Two.......................99Chapter 14. Colorado Two.......................105Chapter 15. Colorado Three.....................117

Chapter One

Introduction

"... LOVE PERFECTED, HAS NO FEAR, FOR FEAR HAS TORMENT." THE BIBLE- 1 JOHN 4:18

Looking across the room directly in front of me I saw a translucent figure. I stared in disbelief, but strangely not in fear, thinking my imagination was soaring to new heights, but nevertheless there it was. I increased my pace on the walker and started to recite the 23 Psalm not taking my eyes off of it ..." the Lord is my Sheppard, I shall not want.....I will fear no evil ..." At that recitation, from its outstretched hands, the demonic apparition unleashed blue bolts of lightning which I could hear whizzing past my head, but amazingly none made contact. At that it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. I silently thanked God for His protection from my spiritual enemy, the evil ones ... and wondered of the past; future encounters and battles yet to come with the enemy.

Little did I know that I had been preparing spiritually for what was to take place and to the battles that would ensue. It was a long way from southern California where in 1979 I had a consuming encounter with, as I later came to know, God. At the time, I had been living, but living an existence devoid of meaning, of reason ... with multiple failed marriages, a womanizer, an agnostic, hedonist, egocentric and neurotic; popular, yet unpopular. In college in the late 60's, early 70's, I undertook "intellectual" forays into Eastern and Western religions; into the egocentric philosophies of the German, Nietzsche, and the Russian anarchist, Bakunin, Marx's Communist Manifesto and Hitler's Mein Kempt; one time experimentations into the drug induced pseudo-realities of mescaline and LSD. At the end, all was found to be a vane search, a falsity, a lie. The great king, Solomon sums it up: "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity". The search "for what" continued.

The unexpected encounter with God happened after one of countless ventures into the world of "high class" lounges, and night clubs in Los Angeles, Beverly Hills and Hollywood. Upon returning to my apartment in Los Angeles one late night, I without premeditation fell to my knees in utter desperation. Out of my spirit, through soulful tears, came these simple words, "Don't you love me too" to the "unknown God". Little did I know at that immediate moment, that prayerful communication went directly into His ear. He responded spiritually, but who was He? I noticed an immediate inner release, which caused me great wonder. I would sense a supernatural love for the first time in my life. In the following months, the life I was leading changed drastically with my escape from my dead-end existence in California. I was accepted back into the Air Force and met Jean Ruth, the love of my life on the way to my assignment at the USAF Tactical Air Headquarters in Langley AFB, Virginia as the Weapons Safety Officer of the 1st Tactical Fighter Wing. This heavenly event was the beginning of a fantastic journey into the realm of the Spirit and until 2009 I didn't know why all the following spiritual experiences, revelations, visions, and communications had taken place.

The meeting with Jean Ruth at the Stouffers Hotel in Pennsylvania at a jazz concert in August of 1979 was fortuitous, a divine appointment, a meeting with a God authored destiny. It all had to be perfectly timed ... Bored that evening reading, An American Caesar by William Manchester on the life of General Douglas MacArthur, an interesting, but tediously large book, my Texas raised mother said, "Son, I am tired of seeing you so bored, why don't you go out for awhile". Parenthetically, on my way to Virginia, I had been staying with my parents, Earl and Della Rae, in West Chester, Pennsylvania. I said, "Alright, Mom" thinking it a good idea, but not knowing where I would end up, except probably a night club or "high class" lounge somewhere for the evening.

As I was driving toward King of Prussia, I saw a large luxurious hotel to my left ... the sign ... Stouffers Hotel and in a smaller part of the marquee "Jazz in the lounge, Friday and Saturday night". I pulled the car into the hotel parking lot looking forward to a temporary relieve from the doldrums. Looking for some feminine companionship was not out of my mind. I looked at my Seiko watch while entering the lobby and thought it about the right time for a good crowd ... 810 p.m.

Approaching the large lounge, with a circular bar in the center I noted that a substantial crowd was there, mostly couples, which made me feel all the lonelier. I took a seat in the back and ordered a tall "Black Label" scotch on the rocks and listened to the jazz quartet, scoping out the scene regularly of who was coming and going. Remaining until just before 10 p.m, I thought I'd go to the bar and have one last scotch and head home. As I sat on the soft leather bar stool, I struck up a conversation with a pretty blond bartender, who had taken an obvious interest in me. Upon ordering another cocktail, I heard from my right a quiet feminine voice. If you have one more of those, you'll fall on me". My eyes fell on a vision of physical beauty, a woman in her 30's, blue eyed, natural golden blond hair to the shoulder, lovely and curvaceous, her complexion was radiant. Catching my breath, I said in feigned casualness, "I've only had a few" insinuating that I was in full control of my faculties. Instantaneously interested in each other, we introduced ourselves her relaying that she was with her cousin, Kallie who sat next to her adding that this was the first time she had been out for years. Sitting, talking and looking into each other's eyes, I unknowingly entered into a spiritually orchestrated covenant with her that would not be broken to this day. We left reluctantly that night exchanging phone numbers, which was sealed with a brief, but sincere kiss. Later the next day, my "sanity" returned and I thought since I was on my way to Virginia, what was the point of seeing her again, and besides I didn't trust women and didn't trust myself in relationships having had so many failed one. Strangely, however, in my soulful heart of hearts, I fell in love with Jean Ruth that night at the Stouffers Hotel in August of 1979.

Several events prior and subsequent to this meeting confirmed to both of us that God was...