I was a seven years old boy
the year I had my first paranormal encounter,
and it happened while I was wide awake.
I was a primary school pupil,
walking briskly towards my classroom
among my fellow children.
My school uniform—
a short-sleeve shirt, checkered
with tiny, blue and white pattern.
My shirt was tucked into a pair of sky-blue shorts.
The school bus had just dropped us by the gate,
we had to walk down to our classroom
a hundred meters away.
I was only about fifteen meters from my classroom
when the unexpected incident happened.
No one knew if anything was happening to me
because I was still moving, still walking normal—
but a lot was happening to me
both from above and within me.
After the encounter,
I knew I could not tell anyone about it,
and I kept it to myself for more than twenty years.
I tried to push the memory off my mind
but it kept bringing itself up,
so I had to nurse it
like a fetus within my soul.
I saw a tiny flash of bright white light
flying down from the skies above.
It was as if someone was pointing a nano-torchlight
at me—or into me.
I did not lift my head up to see this light,
I just saw it with another eye
that seemed to be somewhere
in the center of my brain or consciousness.
I was not afraid.
There was no reason to fear
as the pin-sharp filament of light
dived into my skull,
drilling its way into the center of my being
while giving me a feeling of instant-awareness.
Within my body,
I felt an electrifying sensation,
but it happened so fast—
I had no time to process the feeling.
For as the light entered into my brain and mind,
I began to see everything all at the same time.
The whole encounter felt like it only took three seconds—
yet it was very detailed.
It was as if the intruding light
had switched me into another type
of awareness—
one that sees and knows all things at once.
I saw a male-like figure
sitting on a throne-like seat
in the sky-high heaven above.
He was looking straight at me—
his gaze gentle,
but fully focused on me.
Even though I was on earth,
I did not need to lift my head
to see who it was on that heavenly throne.
Instead, I participated in this strange encounter
with full awareness,
as if another eye or consciousness
sitting somewhere in the middle of my skull
was at work.
This non-human—
whom I immediately recognized as “The Lord”
of Jesus Christ—
began speaking to me.
How I knew who it is, I could not tell.
But I knew it without any iota of doubt—
that this celestial figure right here
was the same Lord
whom Jesus Christ often referred to as “My Lord.”
He was both informing and promising me
about what would happen to me later in my life.
Immediately,
I realized I was being called up to a divine purpose—
one that is so great and unbelievable
that I could never tell my parents nor teachers about it.
I just knew that this sort of information
is not to be shared with anyone—
even at that age.
What “The Lord” from the heavenly throne said to me
did not sit well with me,
because he said:
“When you are thirty,
you will start your ministry work,
and by the time you are thirty-three,
you would have done more than Jesus Christ.”
The part where he said
I would “do more than Jesus Christ”
made it unsettling for me.
To my young mind,
it felt like this celestial figure
wanted me to surpass Jesus Christ in a particular way—
and he wanted this to be done
in the fulfillment of my call
to a divine duty on Earth.
How ridiculous it all sounded to me!
I could never bring myself to think about it,
let alone accept the possibility
of me “doing anything more than Jesus.”
I had to quickly respond to him
because what he had just said
was totally unacceptable to me.
My response?
I laughed at the message in a mocking way,
as if it was nothing but silly talk.
But “The Lord” just sat there, staring at me.
His countenance was full of light
and there was no harm in it,
so I had no fear of him at all.
I just kept laughing at his words
as I answered him
almost as if making jest of him:
“So, you expect me
to surpass Jesus Christ at anything?”
It all sounded like a huge cosmic joke to me—
yet deep within me,
I couldn’t stop my innermost self
from taking his message serious.
I knew he meant every bit of his speech,
and that even made it scarier for my young mind!
As these things happened between the two of us alone,
I was also conscious of my fellow pupils
who were walking beside me,
in front of me,
and behind me
towards their respective classrooms.
It was as if I was somehow
isolated from their consciousness during that moment,
because no one interrupted the encounter.
My laughter was so loud
that it felt like I could be rolling on my belly
laughing at the message from above—
yet no one could notice
that I was laughing about anything.
The laughter, like the entire event itself,
was happening inside my light-filled head—
and I knew for sure:
“This is not a joke.”
This is a serious message from “The Lord,”
but I was just too scared
to let myself consider it.
I wish I could just run off into my classroom
and forget all about it—
but I couldn’t.
This was happening to me
on a whole different level.
I could do nothing to escape the encounter.
There was no further communication
after what he said and my response,
except that he kept looking intently at me—
which reduced my laughter to a stillness of mind.
From that moment,
I would occasionally have the encounter
flash back into my mind, randomly.
After more than twenty years,
I began to consciously attempt to review it.
I was twenty-eight years
when I first made an attempt to review it.
But even then,
I could not tell the difference
between the idea of “doing more than Jesus Christ”
versus “becoming more than Jesus Christ.”
“The Lord” did not say
I would “be more” than Jesus Christ—
but instead,
he said I would “do more”
than Jesus Christ did on Earth.
The sense of religious fear
that had been instilled into me
by the sermons of the Christian Church
would never allow me dare accept
the “more than Jesus Christ” idea.
When I clocked thirty
and then thirty-three
and I did not see any spectacularly religious event
happen in my life—
like me walking on water,
healing the dead,
and shutting the mouth of lions—
I concluded that the promise and calling
had failed to come to pass.
I started to function in the Christian ministry quite early,
from topping the class
in the subject of Christian Religious Knowledge (CRK),
to winning award at the Sunday School
and Bible Study Classes.
I was so committed to the work of God
as it was taught to me by the Christian Church.
So, I experienced a lot of frustrations
in my ministry life—
just thinking I had failed
to fulfil my divine mandate.
“The Lord” himself never said anything to me
about me being a failure—
but my religious sense of fear
tortured me to pieces
concerning “doing more than Jesus Christ.”
I was fasting like I wanted to kill myself,
I was praying with prayer warriors,
and they would not know
why this little boy was so passionate in prayers.
I was punctual,
I did everything I was told—
but silently,
my reason was because
I felt like time was running out on me.
I prayed for the sick,
they got healed on multiple occasions—
some were instant,
others happened within days.
I prayed for myself
and healing was almost always instant.
I preached, evangelised, and taught bible classes,
did night vigils, sang worship songs,
joined scripture-based competitions
and won every award.
My pastor, named John, was so proud of me.
My parents,
my younger brother who doubled as my best friend growing up,
and everyone else—
even to our secondary school boys’ hostel—
knew that I was on fire for the Lord.
I got baptized,
took the name “Paul”
while my brother took the name, “John.”
Together,
we shook the local church
and managed the boy’s hostel fellowship
as if it was our private Christian ministry.
We would leave school
to attend Christian camps and prayer summits,
because we thought life was definitely more
than acing one’s studies, getting a job,
and becoming a big man in life.
We wanted more.
I wanted so much more!
Post Encounter Lessons
“Ìjì layé; tó bá fì síwájú, á tún fì sẹ́hìn ni” — Yoruba Proverb
At age forty,
I came to realize that my struggles
and the feeling of frustrations that haunted me back then
was due to a certain level of ignorance
about my relationship with “The Lord”
and Jesus Christ himself.
Ten years before my fortieth year,
I had begun to see through the charade
of the Christian Church,
and I was automatically becoming isolated
from the doctrinal hiccups
of the ever-divergent religious body of Christ.
Every year since my twenty-eighth
was like a preparatory year
as I was taken from one deep revelation into another.
I was being shown things
that were so difficult to tell others,
but never difficult for me to interpret or understand.
I had become some sort of a master dream interpreter myself,
and people would phone-in on my radio shows
sharing their dreams
while I interpreted them immediately, or almost.
This went on for years,
and it made me realize that “The Lord” and Jesus Christ
have really been reaching out to a lot of people
on a private basis—
through dreams, revelations,
and divine encounters as well.
A community of mission-minded individuals
grew around me,
although I made it clear
I was not called to set up another Christian denomination.
Many pleaded with me to organize teaching events—
and I did, for many years as well.
But never did I ever feel
that I had “done more than Jesus Christ.”
Wherever I was,
the voice of “The Lord” was with me.
It had become a normal part of my life,
and Jesus Christ never left me alone.
I could call on him anytime
and he would show up—
not physically,
but in spirit,
which became normal for me.
Then I graduated
to a consciousness of being one with Jesus Christ—
and then, together,
one with our Heavenly Father as well.
This new state of consciousness was most intense
because my life became
like an ocean of compassionate living.
Judging anyone was so difficult—
almost impossible—
and I could almost let people take advantage of me
and never take offence at them.
At the same time,
I was constantly having many revelations
where I was in direct talk with Jesus Christ
or with “The Lord,”
Who is our Heavenly Father.
Having fully accepted the fact
that I had failed to meet up
with the proposed prophetic timeline
that was set down for my human life
between the ages of thirty and thirty-three,
I was able to move forward.
Of course, accepting my failure
was my way of surrendering to “The Lord”
on a whole new level,
since I had never been called a failure
by “The Lord” nor by Jesus Christ.
Sometimes,
I would ask for a scorecard
just to show me where I am in my spiritual calling—
and I would be shown a score card
which helped me see the areas of my life
that needed improving upon.
When I was thirty-seven,
I felt that the thirty years
had just come after the encounter
which I had at age seven.
I was married with children at this time,
So I could talk to my wife about it.
“Well honey,
it seems to me that 7 + 30 = 37
and maybe at 40
is when I would have ‘done more than Jesus Christ.’”
I’m sure she did not believe I was ready to do more,
but she did not argue about it.
Sometimes, dealing with someone
who lived by faith
can be so annoying—
I’ve seen that myself!
As it stands today, for me,
the mission has attained
an even higher state of clarity.
I am certain the time has come
to finally begin the caliber of divine calling
that was originally mine—
not just what the religious systems of this world
would expect of me.
The Shepherd Way
is the Way of Jesus Christ the Good Shepherd,
which he walked and led others to walk here on Earth,
and has now sent and led me
to continue here on Earth as well.
I do not take it lightly,
nor do I think myself to be something so spectacular.
I have learned a lot of lessons—
but the most important one
is about my position before the Heavenly Father,
whose nature is of the most sublime gentleness,
absolute regality,
and a completely awesome calmness
while being indescribably powerful.
If someone so full of power
could be so full of wisdom and gentleness
at the same time,
then humility in submissiveness
is the perfect attribute for me to imbibe on Earth.
My Good Master, Jesus Christ,
has taught me so many things,
though I still have so much to learn.
I will now proceed to share his messages with the world
in the ways I am led to do it.
I have also separated myself
from the lure of running a corporate ministry
where some fellow humans
come to act as ministry help or assistants—
not because I do not wish to be helped,
and not because I can’t find anyone—
but my Good Master’s instructions indicate to me
that the journey of spiritual mastery is solo.
Thus, when you come across this message,
let it be a sign
both to the heavenly witnesses
and to those on Earth—
that I, Shepherd Godsbaby,
am on The Shepherd Way.
TILL WE MEET AGAIN, YOU HAVE MY SINCEREST ASSURANCE:
“You are not a human being — you’re being human. How you choose to be human is your responsibility. Not even Jesus, Muhammed, or Buddha could choose for you — that’s why they chose for themselves. Now it’s your turn.”