"PROFETA, PROFETA, PROFETA"

I took a trip to Mexico City in March of 2008 to meet the woman who I had been corresponding with for seven months. We had really hit it off, so much so that I wanted to meet this woman and to meet her family and friends.

I arrived in Mexico City on a Monday and we spent a week together exploring the city and many of its attractions. Every day she would show me something new and every night she would drop me off at my motel. The following Monday we went to her Bible Cell Group meeting for a time of worship, prayer and teaching.

The speaker at the Bible cell was a man known as Moses and Lourdes informed me that this man was considered a prophet by her church. This man traveled all over Latin America teaching and giving prophetic words. We had a time of worship after which the teaching started. I know very little Spanish so Lourdes tried her best to fill me in every step of the way. This Moses started to talk and then he abruptly stopped. He started to point at me and said very loudly, "profeta, profeta, profeta," and Lourdes said that he was telling me that I am a prophet. I had already known this but that fact that this man recognized it and that he had never seen or heard of me led me to the startling fact that Moses was himself a prophet of Yahweh and he was commissioned to tell me what Yahweh wanted me to know.

Moses called me to the front and I went up there accompanied by Lourdes who would interpret. The man went right into the word that he had for me. He said that Yahweh would send me to many places including Argentina, Colombia, Chile, Germany and Spain. There were other places that we cannot remember. He said that I would bring the fire of Yahweh to those places and I would tell them about Yeshua.

About this time I heard the noise of chairs being moved from behind me and I noticed that Moses was moving toward me. I knew that he would touch me and that he would try to push me down in something that is called being "slain in the spirit." I had pastors do this before and I knew that when they did pushed it wasn't Yahweh but it was their flesh. So when Moses approached I told Yahweh that I would refuse to go down and only if it was actually Yahweh would I fall. Moses came to me and placed his hand on my upper forehead and bam, down I went. It was a wonderful time of peace, rest and relaxation as I lay on the floor. I felt bad for the little Mexican guys who had to make my fall to the floor slower than gravity wanted it to happen. I remember laughing, thinking that these poor little guys would get hernias in service for Yeshua. They all came up unscathed.

I sat down and Moses had other people come to the front for prayer and they all went down too. We settled into the teaching which went for about an hour. At the end Moses called people and said that they needed to come to the front of the room for prayer, some for physical needs and others for spiritual anointing. Well, I was one of those whom Moses called to the front. I was one of the first that he prayed for and as he prayed I heard the chairs being moved again. Moses touched my forehead and bam, I was on the floor again.

There was a time of food and fellowship that followed and at the end Moses announced that it was time for he and his family to leave. I walked up to him and had Lourdes jokingly explain to him that I was leery about shaking his hand because I didn't want to hit the floor again. Moses shook my hand and then reached out and touched my head and bam, I was on the floor again. I know that those times I was on the floor I was ministered to by the Ruach Ha Kodesh and I yielded to the Ruach and let him do what He wanted to do. My life wasn't the same after that little Bible Cell meeting. I knew that Yahweh changed me that night and increased His anointing on my life. I knew even more than before that I would marry Lourdes and that we would have a ministry together and I knew that the words that Moses spoke to me were words spoken by Yahweh Yeshua and that my life was to forever be changed.