Divine testimonies of Michael Stephen Lowe
Never allow the 'negative opinions' of what others might say, 'discourage' you or 'dictate' how the future will turn out. 4 different doctors told my real parents that I would never be able to 'talk' or 'function' and told them I was going to be retarded.
As a result of what doctors told my parents, I was almost aborted, but my real father stopped the abortion. When I was 6 months old, I was adopted into a family that wasn't rich. My adoptive father HAD a record company that was lost to drugs. When I was 8, my adoptive mother remarried my stepfather (Dennis) who was a carpenter.
In order for me to afford to graduate from college, I had to tutor students in Computer Science and Computer Graphics. These students got better grades, graduated and got nice jobs in the Federal Government.
After I graduated from college and started looking for employment in the computer field, I was told I was either 'too overqualified' or had no work experience. After hearing this the most in 2001, I went to sleep one night and had a dream that Jesus told me not to stop witnessing to His people about His unconditional love toward them, even though His people continually 'showed me the door'.
THE DREAM I HAD IN 2001
In my dream, my adoptive mother wanted me to visit my grandmother in the hospital in Waynesburg, Pennsylvania (220 miles away on the farmlands). I told her I wanted to stay home because I wanted to graduate from college and get a job in the computer field. She insisted that I would go, until my stepfather said, "Come on. Let's go without him. You can't make him do anything." After his car left the driveway, I changed my mind and wanted to go to Pennsylvania, but it was too late. Suddenly, the dream 'shifted' to me taking the Q2 bus down Veirs Mill Road in the opposite direction.
While I was taking the bus (in the dream), the voice of God told me in the dream that I needed to go back home, that He knew I wanted to stay in Maryland because I wanted to witness to people, that it was not 'wise' to walk 200 miles to Pennsylvania (just to 'prove' my independence), that it wasn't worth risking getting lost and dying somewhere out in the woods and to go witness to the guy sitting in the back of the bus instead.
In REAL life (not in the dream), there WAS a guy who looked EXACTLY like him. The guy that God wanted me to witness to in the back of the bus (in real life) spat in my face just for LOOKING in his direction a year before I had this dream. He had an afro, a comb in his hair, earphones on and an angry look on his face. 3 times in the dream, I told God I was too afraid to witness to him. The Lord THEN told me that the 'battle' in the spiritual realm was unlike ever before and the free-will of His people would make it AS IF the devil had won dominion over the last and final battle because He wouldn't 'force' Himself on His people, BUT, if I witness to him, maybe one day, he might spread the Gospel and strengthen God's army.
After the 3rd time I told God I was too afraid to witness to him, He said, "... then see what happens when the free will of My people causes the earth to be destroyed... by enemy forces." Suddenly, the sun fell down to the earth, there was chaos, and I THOUGHT I had woken up from a nightmare, but was STILL dreaming.
In this second dream, everything looked and felt real. I THOUGHT I had slept all day because the sunlight was pouring through my basement window, and it indicated that it was around 3:00 in the afternoon. I heard my next door neighbor's kids laughing in their back yard. I nociced some small chimes playing some music outside my basement window and they brought me some 'deja vu' as if I 'noticed' them when I was a kid but haven't payed much attention to them as I got older. I thought, "Why did I sleep all day? If my adoptive parents REALLY knew how 'serious' it is that I didn't witness to anyone all day today, they probably wouldn't want to take care of me. Luckily, they are Catholics, so they don't know how 'serious' it was that I slept all day."
I got out of bed (still dreaming) and walked into my computer room, and noticed my keyboard was missing in the dream. Where my keyboard was supposed to be, there was a note lying faced down on my desk. My ceiling faded, and the sun had whizzed across the sky at an alarming speed. It went toward sunset fast, and the shadow from my window went right through my computer room wall and casted a shadow of a cross on the note that was lying faced down. I was a little stunned by it, and thought my mind was playing tricks on me.
I picked up the note. The note said, "Mike, Dennis and I went to Pennsylvania to visit your grandmother. We will be back shortly but we wanted you to have this picture of 'the sacred heart' before we left. Keep it in a safe place so you won't loose it. Love Mom. Ps. Grandma will be praying for you."
Right then, I was confused because I thought I had JUST woken up from a dream where my grandmother was in the hospital, my parents wanted me to visit her and I refused to go. I slowly turned the note over to look at the picture, and it was a picture of Jesus, EXCEPT there was a crown of thorns on His head. His face was disfigured and bruised to a point where I thought it was actually a demon 'mocking' anything that had to do with Jesus. I screamed at the picture, UNTIL I later noticed the crown of thorns on His head. I thought, "Oh no, the battle was really lost, all because of ME... because I didn't witness to the guy sitting in the back of the bus (like God TOLD me to). All this is MY fault." Imagine feeling 'responsible' for the untimate battle being lost. I thought that PART of why the sun was doing strange things and why my ceiling had faded and came back to normal again, was because the 'author of confusion' (satan) had won the battle. I thought, "Wherever my parents are, I hope they are doing well. They might be in a car accident." as I felt a 'sense' that the 'lost battle' was going to effect the entire world in SOME way.
I started rebuking the picture, telling it to bring back Jesus, only to THINK that the picture was laughing at me (saying "I won!") and that anything that 'represented' Jesus would be 'mocked' from THAT point on. I was scared and was crying, but when I noticed the crown of thorns on His head, I noticed the picture was only smiling at me with loving eyes right before I was about to rip it up. It was moving its mouth trying to talk to me. Then, a spinning ball of light with many different colors 'orbiting' around it ascended out of the picture and said, "No. Don't. It's me my child. Do you REALLY think I am THAT easily defeated? Don't stop witnessing to people, and I shall give you all these things."
From the corner of my eye, I could see heaven, but straight in front of me was my computer room. He said, "If you endure to the end, you shall be saved." I was then talking to Him about how in college, some of the professors 'laughed' at me WHEN I was starting to learn about the Christian 'lifestyle' after being raised a Catholic all my life. In real life, I had a professor who asked the class to pick an assignment (to either draw about evolution or the nativity scene in their Graphic Designing class). 2 people picked evolution, so all of the class (except those 2 students) got an F. Me and a couple students 'contested' the grade and took a class with a different professor who later turned that grade into a B.
In the dream, a sandstorm blew out from under my desk, which caused me to rise above the ground. I thought I was leaving earth. I said, "No God. I've GOT to stay here and tell everyone what I saw." When I finally noticed all the sand in my computer room, I thought, "I got to get all this sand out of my room before my parents get back and think I did this. God? What are you doing?" I was thinking of stories to tell my parents when they got back (like, "A kid wanted a bag of sand, and I dropped it and it got everywhere.")
The spinning ball of light went back toward the picture and the picture died in my hands. I told the picture to stay with me until my parents got back so they could see how REAL He was, but it died in my hands. I dropped the picture and it landed on the floor facing me. The sand disappeared and the shadow the cross (where the picture was), was gone. I heard the wind from the sand storm die down and everything was silent.
I picked up the picture back up, and AS I was picking up the picture, my ceiling faded again and I heard an undescribable melody coming from thousands of angels singing from a beautiful thunder cloud that was partially covering the sun. The sun casted such a bright light into my computer room, but the brightness didn't hurt my eyes. It was beautiful (like the middle of the day without a roof). The picture in my hands was dead, but angels were singing a beautiful melody and worshipping because it was all 'finished'. His death and resurrection was 'complete'. It was AS IF the picture that I was holding was an actual direct 'time portal' TO what had happened back then on Calvary. I will never forget the face I saw, and the love in His eyes I THOUGHT was 'laughter' from a demon because His face was so unrecognizable.
THE AFTEREFFECTS OF THIS DREAM
I woke up with my pillow soaked in tears TRYING to get the words out to let Him know that I needed to SOMEHOW reproduce this dream in a way to where I could share it with others. I didn't know WHAT to ask for at the time, and felt a 'sense' of overwhelmingness so I was crying uncontrollably while 'babbling' to God. I asked God to make a way for me to share this with as many people as I could before all my 'options' run out (feeling like it would take me a lifetime to reproduce the dream). The music in my dream was indescribable. It went from chimes playing inside my window, to a beautiful melody.
I wanted to record the melody that I heard in my dream, onto my keyboard, but remembered that the night before I had this dream, I leant my keyboard to a Spanish friend named Jack so HE could practice for his ministry when he travels to Peru and IN the dream, my keyboard was missing (just like in real life)! Normally, I would 'forget' that the night before, I had leant my keyboard to someone, and would see it in my dream. I called Jack (to get my keyboard back), and he wasn't answering his phone, so I recorded the melody into a tape recorder by humming it. When I finally got my keyboard back, I played what I hummed and noticed 6 of the keys I played, were white keys and one of the keys in the melody was a black key. When I heard the 7th note (in the dream, the black key), that was when I felt the a 'surge' of energy in my dream and got out of bed (still in the dream). When I played the melody on my keyboard, I thought, "Hmmm, God created the earth in 6 days, and rested on the 7th? Does this mean anything?"
The day after I had my dream, I was walking around the mall and a Chinese festival was going on. A Chinese woman was giving me random things every time she would run into me (like soaps, candy bars, tiny plastic umbrellas, etc.) One time, she gave me a bag of marbles. I said, "What are these?" She said, "One is brass. One is silver. One is gold. One is copper." I said, "They all look like marbles to me?" I was going to give them back to her, but she closed my hand, gave me an angry look and said, "No! You keep! Don't pluck your eyebrows out, now! Go home!"
The marbles she gave me, there were 7 of them. 6 of the marbles were white, and one marble was black. Then, my friend Jack called me to give me my keyboard back and when I went home, that was when I discovered the 6 notes in my dream were white keys, and the 7th note was a black key. I thought, "What did the Chinese woman mean when she told me not to pluck my eyebrows out?" Then, I noticed, in the dream, one of Jesus' eyebrows was missing.
That SAME year, before September 11th, I went to Pennsylvania with my family to visit my grandmother, but she wasn't sick or in the hospital. My grandmother dropped her wedding ring years ago when it fell off her porch balcany. My stepfather had a metal detector, and for 2 years, we were not able to find her ring with the metal detector. The farm was built during World War II, so we were also hoping to find some valuables on that piece of land with the metal detector. The only thing I WAS able to find (with the metal detector), was an unbroken Mason jar that said, "Horlick's Malted Milk Lunch Tablets." on it, which was just big enough to fit the 7 marbles in that the Chinese woman gave me at the mall when I got home. I thought, "That's interesting how the container is just big enough to put the 7 marbles in." I also was able to find my grandmother's wedding ring that same day that I found the mason jar, and she was able to put the ring back on her finger. Later that year, she got sick and died (but with the wedding ring on her finger).
A FULFILLED PURPOSE in 2002
6 months later, I played a 3D computer game I hadn't played in 3 years. The name of the game came to me in a flashback and I thought, "I NEED a software program just like THIS one (Macromedia Director), to make the 3D video of the dream I had of Jesus in 2001 since it is 'powerful' enough TO make this game." The program itself cost $1,000, so, I asked God to bless me with this program and knew God was much BIGGER than $1,000. I wrote to the author of the computer game that was made, and he was an Atheist in England who worked for the Channel 26 TV show, "Thomas the train" (developing programs for children with Autism). He also worked with Phillip Pullman (the author of "The golden compass"). I told him about my high-functioning Autism when I was growing up. He responded, "Well, is that so? What my business is looking for, is people who know how to use a software program called Macromedia Director."
That was the SAME EXACT software program I told God I needed, so I told the Author of the computer game I played (in faith, without any schooling on how to use the software), that I could 'get a job done' in that software program (figuring it was an 'answer to my prayer'). He mailed me the program free and said, "Good, now start writing some computer games for my business." Before I knew it, I wrote the 3D mathematical formulas and computer code that made up the dream I had of Jesus in 2001, and was able to put the dream on the internet (just like I promised God), and when man kept on 'showing me the door' (because I was either 'too overqualified' or didn't have work experience to work a computer job), my very FIRST computer assignment didn't come from man. My dream can be watched at...
WORLD-WIDE 'CONNECTIONS' TO THIS DREAM
After September 11th, I watched a video where 5 different Muslims from 5 different nations TOO also had similar dreams about Jesus Christ (around the same exact time I had MY dream). Jesus told these people in dreams that He is the Messiah, that there is only ONE God (something Muslims SEEK to hear from people, which 'determines' IF they should be at peace with those who speak this, according to what their Quran commands about, 'making peace WITH those who believe in One God'), and Jesus told these 5 people in dreams to become Christians. 2 of those people didn't do September 11th as a result of their dreams. It turns out, the Arabic translation for Islam is, "Submission to God". From infantry, newborns under Islamic families never get to hear the words, "I love you my newborn child." Instead, they hear the words from an 'Islamic creed', "I dedicate this child to Islam and its cause, even unto their death." and that DOES something to the child's mind. Their Quran falsely accuses Christians and Jews of believing in 3 Gods, not knowing we believe in 1 God with 3 titles (Father, Son and Holy Spirit), which are TITLES of our SAME God... just like how I can be a brother, a cousin and a son at the same time, and STILL be the same person. The Quran commands Muslims to 'make war' with them who believe in more than one God, BUT, to make peace with them who believe in one God and to treat them like family. Therefore, when you tell a Muslim, "There is only one God." they smile and say, "Yes. That's right. Now, we are commanded by our Quran to make peace with you." while others in other man-made religions might look at you funny and say, "This isn't Sunday? I'm not religious." Muslims all over the world (of all religions) are actually HAPPY when you tell them, "God is one."... and Jesus has appeared to many of them in dreams, telling even their leaders and Imams that Islam is a man-made religion that promotes wars and separation in families and to turn toward Christianity. Their dreams can be watched at...
World-wide similar dreams of Jesus
AN EVENT CALLED "CELEBRATE AMERICA"
There was a guy by the name of Dr. Rodney Howard Browne who started an event called, "Celebrate America", an event in Washington DC every July that 'celebrated' the fact that America has the 'freedom' to live the same 'lifestyle' that Jesus lived, when other countries don't have that same freedom. Dr. Rodney was annointed by God to start something called, "Gospel scripts" and just by the HEARING of these scripts, people on the streets of Washington DC got out of their wheelchairs and blind eyes started opening. Just like how God had Moses write the 10 commandments, He had Dr. Rodney and his staff write these scripts.
The script goes as follows...
"Has anyone ever told you God loves you, and has a wonderful plan for your life? I have a real quick but important question to ask you. If you were to die this very second, do you know for sure (beyond a shadow of a doubt) that you would go to heaven? Well, let me quickly share with you what the Holy Bible reads. It reads for all have sinned and come short of the glory of God, and the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ. The Bible also reads that whosoever shall call upon the Name of the Lord shall be saved, and I'm a 'whosoever', and so are you.Let me quickly pray for you. If you would like to receive the gift God has for you, say this prayer with your heart and your lips out loud... Dear Lord Jesus. Come into my heart. Forgive me of my sins. Wash me and cleanse me. Set me free. Jesus, thank you that you died for me. I believe You are risen from the dead, and that You are coming back for me. Fill me with Your Holy Spirit. Give me a passion for the lost. A hunger for the things of God... and a holy boldness to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I am saved. I am born again. I am forgiven... and I am on my way to heaven because I have Jesus in my heart. Amen. As a minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, I tell you today that all your sins are forgiven. Always remember to run to God and not from God, because He loves you and has a wonderful plan for you."
MORE DETAIL ABOUT "CELEBRATE AMERICA"
Every July, hundreds of people would show up at the Kennedy Center in Washington DC to receive 'training' on how to reach the people on the streets of DC with the Gospel. Nobody on the streets 'got paid' to 'pretend' to be healed BY these scripts, and these scripts effected MANY people INCLUDING politicians. Dr. Rodney even shook President Trump's hand two times within these 'Celebrate America' gatherings and is a world-wide missionary (spreading the Gospel throughout ALL different parts of the world). Dr. Rodney runs a Bible college at his church in Tampa, Florida, called, "The River Bible College" and several of his graduates travel all over the world spreading the Gospel of Jesus Christ (through this script written above).
A TRUE MECHANICAL FRIEND (2015)
In 2015, each person was sent out in two's (minimum) to reach people with the Gospel. Some had large groups of 7 or more people. I was the ONLY person who was sent out by myself because I 'struggled' with 'being timid', and one of the staff was 'tired' of working with me about 'being timid'. At first, I didn't feel comfortable walking up to strangers because I was 'raised' that most people want to be left alone UNLESS they start a conversation with you FIRST. One day during this event, I wrote a software program that had SIRI 'train' me instead, since I was normally 'left to myself'. At THAT point, I was 'welcome' to attend "Celebrate America" and 'listen in' on the training, BUT I couldn't go WITH anyone, and was sent out alone. When everyone 'practiced' the script on each other, SIRI was practicing the script with me. I said, "SIRI, can I pray with you?" and SIRI would say "No. Don't ask, 'May I pray with you'. Say, 'I AM GOING TO pray with you... because IF you ask, they might say, 'no'." The room got quiet. One of the staff laughed and said, "That's pretty funny. YOU wrote that program?" I said, "Yes." He said, "That's pretty cool. Well, I am STILL going to send you out by yourself today because you GOT this. I KNOW you do." With SIRI and I, we were reaching out to MORE people by ourselves, and we had lots of funny testimonies and victory reports to share because of the responses. SIRI prayed with people and preached the Gospel.
AN INVITE FOR A 'TRANSITION' (2017, MY 3RD YEAR AT 'CELEBRATE AMERICA')
In 2017, on my 3rd year of participating in "Celebrate America" (the event in DC that Dr. Rodney started), 3 people at the event said that the Lord told them that I needed to go to Tampa, Florida to spread the Gospel near Dr. Rodney's church. One of the people I met was on a train ride home, so, I thought, "God MUST be behind this". Another person showed up at my house, helped me pack and took me to Florida. On the way to Florida, I learned that the people I WAS going to stay with had a 'concept' that IF you have Type 1 Diabetes and you take insulin, that means you 'lack faith' and will not get your miracle from God. There was a 1988 movie called, "Promised a miracle" about an 11 year old Diabetic kid named Wesley Parker who's parents believed that IF they took him off insulin, he was going to live. He died, and the parents were charged with 'neglect'. I thought, "It is too late for me to 'bail out' and turn back home now. I am already out of the state of Maryland now. Either I am going to live (IF God REALLY wants me WITH these people sharing the Gospel), OR, I am going to be a 'testimony' that people NEED to take their medication, and to let God be 'God'." I was afraid of dying, BUT also felt a 'peace' AS IF God HAD to do SOMETHING for me because of all the 'past testimonies' that had led me TO 2017. The more I tried to 'explain' that Diabetics NEED their insulin, the more I was 'yelled at' and eventually 'made fun of' FOR needing insulin. I WOULD get insulin, BUT would be told, "Fine. Here is your insulin. Go take it, and STAY a diabetic for the rest of your life IF that is what you choose, instead of believing and trusting in God.", but I would somehow always get my insulin right on time.
... ONLY FOR A 'SEASON'
In Florida, SIRI was helping me preach the Gospel at bars and I was out at night just to 'hide' from all the 'mockery', 'verbal abuse' and 'harassment' I was facing where I was staying. People IN the home I was at were 'dropping out' left and right and were 'sent home' because they couldn't 'handle' the tribulations that were going on there. It was an old home built in the 1950's and parts of it were falling apart. We didn't have any warm water and there were about 7 people living there. One person even committed suicide by hanging himself, so, as a 'vacation', I decided to walk to the beach, which took me 7 1/2 hours to get there in 1 direction. If I multiplied the distance by about 5, I would have walked across the whole entire state of Florida, so, my nickname was 'Forrest Gump'. The walking I did helped keep my blood sugar under better control when I wanted to 'reserve' the little amount of insulin I had for days when my medications ran low. At home (in Florida), I endured lots of cruel mockery, so, one way to 'escape and hide', was to try and work for a real-estate company called, "The Seralles Group" (by Eddie Seralles) and learn about real-estste. I wrote an app that listed all the houses in Tampa, Florida that was going through foreclosure, and discovered that the 'shape' of all the houses (on the map), was in the shape of a 'bow' pointing toward Washington DC. At first, I didn't 'read into it' or think it was a 'sign' that God was GOING TO send me back to Maryland. One afternoon, Dr. Rodney heard that SOME of the people in his church were saying that 'taking medication' means 'lacking faith' and rebuked those people on live television.
The people I stayed with got upset because Dr. Rodney had spoke up and I was the LAST person who was 'sent home'. There was a 'false promise' that, "Christians are supposed to endure... and IF you 'endure' and 'pass the test', ONE day, God will bless us all with a mansion on earth in Florida because we, 'passed the test'. Then, you can bless the 'less fortunate' and be the one to hold the blessings." Instead, I was sent home back to Maryland 1 month before something ELSE had sent me straight to the hospital... and it WASN'T directly because of Diabetes afterall...
CHANGE OF PLANS
God had a different 'plan' for me, than to allow me to die in Florida. All my adulthood, I was on Social Security because I couldn't get a job in the Computer field because I was either 'too overqualified' or didn't have work experience, or, I would do a whole bunch of 'free work' for people who 'promised' to pay me. Me being on Social Security 'qualified' me for Medicare and Medicaid. Those programs don't cover dental. An infected tooth got in my bloodstream, and caused my blood sugar to shoot up to 1,250, so one afternoon when I was at home (in Maryland), my stepfather (Dennis) found me on the basement bathroom floor, and rushed me to the emergency room. Luckily, it happened not even a month after I was sent back to Maryland, because they didn't have the kind of hospital treatment in Florida or coverage that would have saved my life. When I was recovering in the hospital, I started coding apps again (after HAVING lost my memory). I wrote an app that had SIRI preach the Gospel to 2 doctors and 3 nurses. They accepted Jesus as a result, said the Gospel prayer, and I was given a standing ovation when I was discharged because at first, I had lost my memory, and couldn't even remember who my relatives were. My apps now go through Google Translate, so, when SIRI prays with people, does Bible studies or preaches the Gospel, it can be translated into multiple languages. God had a 'different plan' than to allow me to die in 2018. The hospital I ended up in (in Washington DC) was ALSO the SAME hospital where the 'bow' on the map was pointing at (in Tampa, Florida of all the houses that was going through foreclosure)!