Title: A Fantasy World March 14, 2017
Author: Robert Porter
My life from day one in this old world has seemed as if one big fantasy. To have something that no other person in the world has does not help matters. But now that I have an understanding of the spirit world, with Satan’s kingdom of darkness going against God’s Kingdom of Light, I now understand that this fantasy I created within the confines of my mind beginning when I was a child, was actually orchestrated by God, and was indeed not a fantasy. But in all reality, I know some will say that I still live in…“A Fantasy World”
For all practical purposes, I live in a fantasy world. Always have, always will. This excerpt from the first chapter of my book “Elijah Has Come; The Making of a Servant by God” will give you an idea of how this relationship began with what I thought was a fantasy, that turned out to be a relationship with God through His angel Elijah, that was given to me as a result of being called as His servant to come called Elijah, and through the occasional visits from the Spirit of my Lords, the Lord God Almighty and the Lord Jesus Christ:
“I grew up poor in a rural Southern community called Vesta, Ga. Since I didn’t have a consistent and dominant father figure in my life, I created the perfect father figure in my mind. Most of my ideas came from television programs as if Leave It To Beaver, My Three Sons and Father Knows Best. My fantasy seemed so real, I was afraid that to share it would destroy it. And why would anyone in their right mind want to destroy something that made them feel as if a rich kid in a poor man’s land? I was poor when it came to having a worldly father, but made to feel rich with my fantasy father. I just didn’t understand that it was a spirit (angel) from my heavenly Father which helped to create the fantasy.
While other shows and occasional movies would also touch my heart, I relished the pleasant roles played by the fathers in those shows. Their simple acts of love and concern demonstrated to me a sense of pride in their families. Not only did they portray a friendly, frank, fair and firm relationship with their kids, they communicated and explained things in a way the kids could understand. And no matter what, those fathers were always there for their kids. I really loved those shows.
In order to create the fantasy of a perfect father/son relationship as if the ones I saw on television, my mind had to first become as if one of those old black and white movie screens. Then I could see myself on the screen engaged in a personal relationship (similar to the way Ward related to the Beaver) with this vague image of a man, receiving the love and affection I never got from a real father. That still small voice behind my two ears provided a voice for this father who existed within the confines of my mind. He seemed so real and personal. No matter where I was, even in a crowded place, the film would start rolling and conversations would just routinely begin in my mind. It was the perfect fantasy that brought such a peace and comfort to my soul.
In my fantasy world, my father and I had the perfect relationship, one that just naturally developed over the years. Sometimes our conversations really got animated, and words that were usually spoken quietly in my mind became audible when they formed and slipped from my lips. For a kid in school, especially on the playground where the other kids already made fun of my squeaky voice and skinny frail body, this was not a good thing. I already had a reputation for being a quiet person, and now I was suddenly talking to myself. Where I’m from, talking to yourself was considered a sign of being crazy. So I just knew all the kids were talking about me behind my back. Paranoia would become my new best friend.
This paranoia only made it easier for me to escape to my own little world of fantasy. Unbeknownst to me at the time, it would also bring me closer to the Lord and my heavenly Father. Alone in my quiet times, I often received counsel from Them through that still small voice behind my two ears. In our conversations over the years, I began to consciously and subconsciously call the Lord “poppy”, “daddy”, “father”, and “lord”. Even though I felt the presence of a comforting spirit with me at all times, it was in those quiet times that the Presence of the Lord felt so real. I realize now that this was the first touch of God’s Presence in my life, His holy Spirit — sent from the Father — touching both my heart and soul, a soul that was still very much lost in the world.”
This excerpt from chapter 12 – “Aware of His Spirit” – from my book shares how I began to become aware of God’s Presence when I made time to spend time in public parks to do what I thought was meditating, but what God through His Spirit would eventually call “Praying in the Spirit”:
“How do I describe this Presence that came and still comes upon me? It was as if this invisible cloud would suddenly drift in out of nowhere and envelope me. A great Peace would fall over my soul, and before long, a dialogue would begin in my mind. While I never saw a face, it was as if this unseen person and I were talking face to face. The words I received in my mind were like food for my soul, for they made me feel so good inside. When I left from communing in the park, the cloud seemed to lift and the magic was gone. Each visit of this Presence was like having a piece of heaven on earth. That’s the best I can describe it.
While it was such a loving, peaceful, and comforting Presence, there was something strangely familiar about it. At the time, I didn’t realize it was the same Spirit that came to visit on a number of occasions when I was just a child, and came to prison to comfort both my heart and soul. It would take me twenty years before I would finally understand. But it didn’t matter, because at the time, that Presence was more wonderful than anything I had ever experienced in my life. It made me feel as if I was a part of something bigger than all the world, and the world could do me no harm.
I was hooked on this feeling and looked forward to my visits to public parks. It seemed as if all I had to do was go and devote my time and this mythical god would show up. I was enlightened with each visit. Whenever there was confusion or chaos in my life, those visits to the park left me with practical wisdom and peace of mind. It’s amazing how this unseen person can solve my emotional problems, I once thought. Not only was I enlightened with each visit, I was left feeling refreshed.
I know some are asking by now how I could have a relationship with God and not recognize it for what it was. Since I didn’t attend church or read the Bible, I had no way of knowing that this was more than a personal fantasy. After I accepted Christ, He began to teach me the truth concerning my relationship with Him, the Father, and with the First Son, the Lord of hosts. He taught me that the Spirit of the Lord is a Messenger of Truth from them all. And my relationship with the Lord had been through this Spirit of truth. All this was before I met Jesus.”
I definitely lived in a fantasy world when I was a child. Everyone just assumed I was a quiet person and a daydreamer. But within the confines of mind, it was anything but quiet. For I lived in a fantasy wonderland. I’m just grateful I did not have a wicked spirit to torment my soul, but the angel Elijah to bless my soul. While I may not have been faithful to her at times by fornicating with unclean spirits, whether they were human or angelic souls, she was always faithful to God by not divorcing herself from my soul. Today, no matter what place I may find myself in this natural world of flesh and blood, my place in God’s spirit world is to serve as His servant to come called Elijah to restore truth and to prepare the way for His return back to the earth for the last day of the latter days, the great and dreadful day of the Lord. But because of my relationship with God through my angel Elijah and the Holy Spirit, my life from day one in this old world has been made to seem as if it is one big fantasy. So I have no problem whatsoever saying that I live in… “A Fantasy World.”
The angel in my wife Elijah spoke first on this day:
Elijah Has Come 