"Then the pianist starts pounding on the piano as she starts yelling and crying out in a language I couldn't understand as though she was warning us of something to come; then all of sudden we hear a tremendous loud lion roar from the entrance of the church. I got scared and jumped out of my seat immediately and turned around expecting to see a real lion but instead it was an old man of around 69 years of age staggering drunk in the entrance of the church. The drunk old man had come from the bar next door and as soon as he stepped foot inside the church, he fell on all fours and trotted like an animal and roared loud like a real lion as he passed a few inches next to me rushing towards the podium. How can this be? I thought, there's no way any man can roar with such amplification and sound like a real lion. This man is old and frail and yet he's trotting like a real animal on all fours. Then the pastor raised his hand out and shouts to the old man: "Satannnnnn!!! Come out of this man! In the name of Jesus! I command you; you have no authority here. It is God who commands you! Get out! Now! in Jesus name- Obey! Leave this mans body now! You have no right to it! On Jesus authority, I command you to go to the pit and feel the wrath of God! You dirty vile serpent! Feel the flames of judgement! I bind you and all your evil parts and cast you to the pit of hell! Be gone now you rotten snake!"

My favorite quote: "Love is so short, forgetting is so long." Truth that breaks the heart, sobers the mind and sorrows the soul makes you ask Why? It's said that artists make great poets. So I open my heart to this passion. Poetry by Alex Acropolis Calderon.

I've seen things you wouldn't believe; angel mist descending upon pirate's cove taming the wrath of ocean waves during sunrise. I watched piercing sun-beams break through rain clouds glittering gold on the ocean's horizon. A man appeared out of nowhere only to pull me out of danger from crushing waves against jagged black rock; his eye color changed like rotating prisma light as his smile brought calm to my panic. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain, yet I know of those we don't speak of will continue to watch over me and appear at times. So I listen for His voice and watch more intensely for His presence.

One night, as I'm lying in bed focusing my eyes in the dark, a ray of white light entered through the ceiling glaring down at me; soft yet brilliant and I knew who it was as I felt His power and His love. Then I heard a loud shout and I saw a vision before me.