A Dominican man describes a life filled with intense spiritual encounters, from childhood visions to direct demonic attacks, which taught him the seriousness of spiritual warfare. He recounts being sent by God to Kansas, where he saw a famous pastor spiritually compromised and was violently attacked by the same spirits influencing that ministry until Jesus intervened and rescued him. He later experienced a powerful vision of heaven that strengthened his faith and confirmed the eternal reward for perseverance. These experiences led him to warn pastors against pride, greed, and spiritual negligence, urging believers to stay humble, pray deeply, and trust in Jesus rather than in human leaders.
This man says he saw a very famous pastor from Kansas in hell, a pastor most Christians know. And he quotes him as saying, "God told me that applause doesn't open heaven." This man also says God sent him to Kansas to show this famous pastor that ministry, no matter how well-known, doesn't save anyone. He told him that when the heart is corrupt, hell awaits. Pay attention to this video [message] because it says many things that will impact your life. My spiritual experience has been tremendous. I remember once seeing a spirit through the window. The ones in the room were thinner, but the one I saw in the living room was different. It was a little more white. The others were black, very black. It was a white spirit. On another occasion, a young man came to church wearing a black polo shirt with strange writing on it, like Chinese or some language no one understood. I was so filled with the Holy Spirit that I could understand everything that shirt said spiritually. I told him, "You have to take off that polo shirt now." I picked it up myself and threw it away because the spiritual world never sleeps. I've also experienced direct attacks. Spirits came to my house. They were choking me and they were literally telling me, "Don't meddle in what doesn't concern you." They were confronting me as if I were invading their territory.
Basically, we need to know our spiritual condition before entering certain territories. If you're spiritually neglected, don't go around waging war. I lived in Sam Crist with my grandmother. My mother worked and my grandmother was the closest person I had. One day, my grandmother invited all the grandchildren over for a peanut party at a friend's house. I didn't want to go because I've never liked that kind of thing. I stayed home alone. When night fell, my grandmother started hearing footsteps. She's not Christian and had never seen anything like that. She got up, opened the window, and saw a woman pacing up and down in the yard. She went up and down, but she never left. It was around 1:00 a.m. She got very nervous and called my uncle, who is a Christian and lived two blocks away. My uncle arrived and asked her to describe what she saw. She described a woman dressed all in black. Black pants, a black shirt, black heels, a black purse, and a short haircut. My uncle told her that woman died many years ago. She's not alive. That shocked her because she never imagined she would see that person's spirit waging war behind her window. That spirit stayed there for about half an hour before my uncle arrived, and all the Christians he called spent almost 2 hours rebuking it.
THE DECEPTION OF DEAD SPIRITS
I want to remind you that the dead don't walk around. They are demons who take on the faces of deceased people to confuse us. But we as believers know that's not real. Another powerful experience I had was when I helped a sister in my congregation who was having a very intense spiritual battle. I discerned that struggle and went to her house one Sunday after the service. We had lunch and talked for 2 or 3 hours about spiritual strategies. I gave her techniques for overcoming those spirits that wanted to lead her astray. I told her, "When they come, don't lie down out of fear. Get up, walk around the house, rebuke them. You have the authority of Christ." I left her house around 6:00 or 7 at night. I got home around 1:00 in the morning, and that's when my war began. Those same demons that were attacking her came against me. They were choking me. They were whispering in both my ears. Don't meddle in what doesn't concern you. Nobody sent you. They told me I was in their territory and that they were going to kill me. It was a terrible battle. In the bedroom, they were thinner, black spirits. But when I went into the living room, I saw a giant man, white, a little fuller, robust, kind of fat. We started fighting right there. The war lasted about 3 hours. I was exhausted, but I kept fighting in the name of Jesus until I overcame them.
The danger of getting involved in a spiritual battle that isn't yours is real. The spiritual world is as tangible as you and I. There are unclean spirits and also angels. As believers, we must know our condition. If you're careless, don't engage in warfare because you could get hurt. You have to be well fasted, well prayed, and have first overcome the challenges in your own life. To wage spiritual warfare in your home. The key is not to lie down when you feel their presence. You have to get up ready for battle, pray, rebuke, and walk through the house. Don't be afraid of them. They want to frighten you, but you have the authority. After midnight, especially around 3:00 a.m., the spiritual world becomes very active. It opens like a portal. At that hour, it likes to move because it loves darkness.
That's why it's good for us to also get up and pray at that hour. As Daniel did, a spiritual portal is like a door that opens so you can see with spiritual eyes what moves in the world of spirits, angels, demons, and revelations. Prayer is vital to me. A Christian without prayer is a failed Christian. If you don't pray, you become vulnerable to the enemy's attacks. I was converted when I was young. At about a year and a half old, I started seeing many things in the spiritual world. I saw people going upstairs and then they were gone. I saw giant men sitting in trees threatening me.
I felt oil dripping on my body, chains and horses walking. Once I woke up at 3:00 a.m. and all the windows and the door I had locked were open, and my pillow was almost falling out the other window. The enemy wanted to scare me, so I would abandon what I was doing in prayer. I really like going to the mountains to pray. God has spoken to me powerfully there. I have seen and felt many things, but not everyone is prepared to go to the mountains. You have to go with God's guidance and in victory because if you haven't overcome certain things in your life, you can be negatively affected. My baptism in the Holy Spirit was tremendous. It lasted about a year after my conversion. It was in a very lively service. Suddenly, I started speaking in tongues, and it wouldn't stop. I arrived home still speaking in tongues. From that day on, God began to use me powerfully. I've had to choose between fame, baseball, modeling, worldly life, and God. I chose God a thousand times.
I left everything because I understood that I couldn't serve two masters. The most valuable promise I've made to God is to remain faithful in my ministry. Even if war comes, even if attacks come, I fix my eyes on Jesus. And I don't back down. Being a Christian isn't easy. There are thorns on the path. But there are also roses. God has always been faithful. My refuge has always been the altar. When discouragement comes, when family attacks, when coldness sets in, the only solution is to return to our first love. To pray, to fast, and to seek God's presence with all our heart. The Holy Spirit has been my comforter, my strength, and my guide. Without him, my life would have no meaning.
SPIRITUAL BATTLES
I want to share with you now an experience I had in the winter. One of the most powerful and profound that the Lord has allowed in my spiritual life. It was in the dead of winter when the cold wasn't just in the air, but seemed to seep into the very bones of my soul. I remember it was a time when I was seeking the Lord with all my being. I fasted. I prayed in the mountains almost every day. I would get up at 3:00 in the morning to cry out because I felt that God was preparing me for something great. I didn't understand yet, but the Holy Spirit spoke to me clearly. My child, there is a portal that is going to open, and you have to be ready. One day while I was in my room praying, I heard a voice so strong and clear that it made me tremble.
The Lord told me, "Go to Kansas. There's a very famous pastor there." One of those that almost every Christian in the world knows for his ministry of continuous prayer and revival. Go and pray there because there's a battle being fought and you have to be in the middle of it. My God, I was stunned. Kansas, I was living in St. Domingo. I didn't have money for a ticket. I didn't have an easy visa, nothing. But when God speaks, you obey. I started praying harder, seeking the Lord's face and saying to him, "If you send me, you provide." And brothers and sisters, the Lord performed a miracle. In less than 2 weeks, I got the ticket. The visa opened as if by a miracle, and I arrived in Kansas City in the middle of winter. When I got off the plane, the cold hit me like a wall. Snow covered everything. The wind cut my face. I had never seen snow like that in my life. It was as if the very weather was saying here the battle is different. I stayed at a simple hotel near the site of a large prayer conference led by that famous pastor from Kansas. Everyone knows him. He's the one who founded that 24/7 prayer house. Almost every Christian has heard of him and his ministry.
I went there with one purpose to pray, intercede, and seek God's presence. I didn't go to see the man. I went to seek the Holy Spirit. The first few days were a tremendous blessing. The atmosphere of worship was powerful. Thousands of young people and adults praying non-stop, singing, crying out. I would go into the prayer rooms and feel the fire of the spirit. But one night, things changed. It was around 2:30 in the morning. I was in a small secluded room praying quietly when suddenly I felt a spiritual portal open. It was as if the veil was torn. I began to see things in the spirit that no one else was seeing. I was watching and there on the main stage was the pastor in the natural realm. He seemed like a man of God preaching with authority. But my spiritual eyes were opened and I saw something that shocked me more than the snow outside. I saw the pastor surrounded by spirits. They weren't just any spirits. There was a large white robust one similar to the one I had seen in my living room that time when I helped the sister, but this one was taller, more imposing, and had what looked like dark wings. It was standing right behind him, whispering in his ear, and around them were other thinner black spirits, very black, like the ones that had attacked me before. They were forming a circle. And it seemed like they were injecting him with something. Pride, ambition, control, my God. I started to tremble. I got on my knees and I began to rebuke them in a low voice in the name of Jesus. Come out of here. But the more I rebuked them, the stronger the battle became. Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled literally as if cold hands were grabbing me by the shoulders.
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The same spirits that were around the pastor came against me. They started choking me just like that time at my house. They whispered in my ear in hoarse voices. Who told you to come here? This is our territory. This ministry is ours. Don't meddle in what doesn't concern you. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I was on the floor of the prayer room, sweating despite the cold outside, fighting in the spirit. The battle lasted about 4 hours straight. I was screaming in my mind, "Jesus, Jesus, help me." I saw those black spirits coming in through the windows of the room and the large white spirit stood in front of me and struck me in the chest.
It was so real that I could feel the blows. At one point, I thought I wouldn't be able to hold on. I was exhausted. My throat burned from so much rebuking. And then in the middle of the battle, I saw Jesus. It was amazing. He appeared in the spirit dressed in bright white with a sword in his hand. His presence filled the entire room. The spirits began to retreat, screaming. Jesus looked at me and said in a voice that resonated throughout my being, "My child, get up. I brought you out of this battle because it's not yet your time to fight against these hierarchies. I showed you what's happening so you could pray, not so you could enter it alone. This ministry has a great anointing, but it also has gaps that only I can close. Don't trust in man. Trust only in Him." When Jesus spoke, I felt a fire course through my entire body. The spirits vanished instantly. The portal closed. I lay on the floor crying like a child. I stayed there for about an hour, just worshiping and weeping. The next day, the Kansas cold seemed different. I no longer felt the same cold. I felt that something inside me had changed forever. Jesus delivered me from that battle in a supernatural way. It wasn't because I was strong. It was because He had mercy. He delivered me before the retaliation became stronger. Because if I had continued fighting alone against those high hierarchies, I would have been seriously injured.
The Lord taught me something powerful that night. Not all territories are for entering. There are battles that only He fights. And even if the pastor is famous and has a ministry that blesses thousands, in the spiritual realm, there are constant attacks and breaches that only humility and pure prayer can close. After that experience, I returned to the Dominican Republic changed. I was no longer the same. I had sharper discernment. When I prayed, things became clearer. I began to preach with more authority about not putting your trust in men, even if they are famous. I started telling people, "Look to the Lord, not the servant." Because I saw in the spirit that even the great can have attacks and breaches if they don't remain humble and vigilant.
That experience in the Kansas winter marked me forever. It taught me that spiritual warfare is real, that portals open and close, that spirits attack anyone, even those on high platforms. But above all, it taught me that Jesus is the only one who can deliver us, the only one who fights for us, and the only one we should trust. Since that day, I pray more for famous pastors, for large ministries, because I know the battle behind the scenes is fiercer than people see. And every time winter comes to mind, I don't think about the cold of the snow. I think about the fire Jesus placed in my life that night. I think about how He brought me out of that prayer room when I couldn't go on anymore. And I thank Him because He always arrives on time. Always.
Brothers and sisters, if you are going through a battle like this, don't go in alone. Seek Him. Jesus. He is the one who opens and closes portals. He is the one who rebukes spirits. And He is the one who changes our lives forever.
REWARDS IN HEAVEN
I want to tell you now about an experience I had with heaven. One of the most beautiful and powerful gifts the Lord has given me. It was after that fierce war in Kansas when I was more devoted than ever. I spent entire days seeking God's presence. I went to the mountain almost every morning. Getting up at 3:00 a.m. to pray. And sometimes I stayed until dawn crying out to Him. I felt the Holy Spirit was taking me to a deeper level.
One night while I was on the mountain praying alone under the stars, I began to feel something different. It was as if the air were becoming lighter, as if heaven were drawing closer to the earth. I remember it was around 4:00 a.m. I was kneeling on a large rock with my hands raised, speaking to the Lord. Suddenly, I felt a gentle warmth that started in my feet and rose throughout my body. It was a fire that didn't burn, but rather embraced. My spiritual eyes opened in a way I had never experienced before. The portal opened so forcefully that I could see through the veil. And then, without realizing it, I was no longer on the mountain. I was being lifted up.
My God, it was tremendous. I felt as if someone gently took me by the shoulders and carried me upward. The mountain disappeared beneath me, and I began to climb. First, I saw the city lights in the distance, then the clouds, and then everything turned a brilliant pure white. I felt no fear, only a peace that cannot be explained in words. It was as if God's love enveloped me completely. When I arrived, I found myself in a place beyond human description. Heaven, I saw streets of pure gold, so bright they reflected God's glory. There was a river that shone like crystal, and the water sang. It literally sang praises. Along the river banks were trees with fruit of every color I had ever seen on earth. When I approached one, the fruit moved toward my hand as if it knew I was hungry for more of God. I ate, and the taste was like honey mixed with the fire of the Holy Spirit. Each bite filled me with indescribable strength and joy.
Then I walked a little further and saw angels, thousands of angels, tall, beautiful, with wings that glittered like diamonds. Some were playing instruments that don't exist on earth. And the music was so perfect, it brought tears to my eyes. It wasn't just sound. It was presence. Every note brought healing. Every melody brought freedom. One of the angels approached me and said, "Welcome, my child. The Lord has allowed you to come here to strengthen you." At that moment, I saw Jesus. He was seated on a throne of glory. Yet, he was also walking toward me at the same time. It was as if he were everywhere and yet only with me. His face shone brighter than the sun, but it didn't blind me. His eyes were both fire and love.
He looked at me and said in a voice that resonated throughout my being, "My child, I have brought you here because I want you to see where you will spend eternity. I want you to know that all the suffering, the spiritual battles, the nights of prayer, and the tears are worth it. Here there is no pain, no attack, no spiritual neglect. Here there is only my presence." Jesus took my hand and led me to a place where there were many mansions. He showed me one that had my name written on the door in letters of fire. Oh my God, when I saw that, I started crying like a baby. He told me, "This is yours. I have prepared it with all the love I have for you. Every hour you spent praying on the mountain. Every time you got up at 3:00 a.m. Every battle you fought against the spirits. Every time you chose my way instead of the world — all of that built this mansion."
Then he took me to a large hall where a table had been set. There were banquets with delicacies I had never imagined. But the most beautiful thing wasn't the food but the presence of the saints who had already departed. Music. I saw some servants of God whom I admired on earth. They were there full of glory, worshiping without ceasing. There was no competition, no jealousy, only pure love. They all embraced me as if they had known me all my life. What impacted me most was when Jesus showed me a large book, the book of life. He opened a page and I saw my name written there in his own blood. He told me, "Never erase it. Stand firm. The enemy wants you to stray, wants you to tire of the fight. But remember this place. Whenever you feel you can't go on, remember that I'm here waiting for you."
JESUS IS RETURNING
Suddenly, I felt I had to return. Jesus embraced me tightly and said, "Go back and tell my people that heaven is real. Tell them that prayer opens portals. Tell them that the good fight is worth fighting. And above all, tell them that I'm coming back soon." When I returned, I was kneeling on the mountain again. The sun was already rising. My body was trembling, not from the cold, but from the glory that still lingered within me. I stayed there for about two more hours, unable to speak, just weeping and worshiping. When I came down from the mountain that day, everything had changed. I no longer saw things the same way. The spiritual battles continued. The attacks kept coming. But now I had a greater hope. I knew where I was going. I knew that everything has an eternal purpose.
That experience with heaven marked me forever. It made me braver in spiritual warfare. When spirits come to attack me in the early morning, I now tell them with more authority, I have already seen the place where I will live for eternity. You have no power over me. It also made me more humble because I understood that everything we do here is only preparation for there. Since that day, I pray with more passion. I go to the mountain with more desire. I get up to pray in the early morning with joy because I know that every minute I spend seeking God brings me closer to that place I saw. And when I feel discouraged, when family attacks, when ministry seems difficult, I close my eyes and remember the streets of gold, the singing river, the gaze of Jesus, and the mansion with my name on it. Brothers and sisters, heaven is real. Jesus is real. Eternity is real.
Don't let the battles here below make you forget where you're going. Keep praying. Keep fighting. Keep getting up even when you're tired. Because one day when we're no longer in this body, we'll be there forever worshiping the Lamb who saved us. That was my experience with heaven. It was tremendous. And every time I remember it, all I can say is, "Thank you, Jesus, for allowing me to see a little bit of what you have prepared for me."
Now, after all these experiences the Lord has allowed me to live through—the early morning battles, the vision in Kansas, the beautiful experience in heaven—I feel that God has placed a very heavy burden on my heart. And today I want to speak directly to the pastors, the leaders, those who hold the flock in their hands. I speak to you with all the love of Christ, but also with the authority the Holy Spirit has given me.
Brother pastors, listen to this with an open heart. I have seen in the spirit how some of you have become corrupt. My God, it is tremendous what the Lord has shown me. I have seen pastors who started well with fire, with anointing, preaching the truth, but little by little, money, applause, power, and fame entered their lives. Now they preach to fill churches and bank accounts, not to save souls. They use the word of God as a business. They charge. They sell anointed oils for prayers. They put on shows instead of altars. And when someone confronts them, they respond with pride: "Don't touch the anointed one."
I remember one night while praying on the mountain, the Lord opened my eyes and showed me a powerful vision. I saw several famous pastors, the kind almost everyone knows, standing in large, beautiful pulpits, but behind them were large, white, and robust spirits, whispering words of pride and greed in their ears. The same spirits I faced in Kansas, and all around them were other, thinner black spirits, laughing as the flock strayed. The people cried out for truth, for healing, for deliverance. But many pastors no longer pray, no longer fast, no longer seek God's presence. They only seek how to grow their ministry, how to gain more followers, how to get the best truck or the best house.
God told me, "Of course, son, tell them to repent. Time is running out. I don't look at the size of the ministry. I look at the size of the heart. Many have turned my house into a den of thieves. They have traded my glory for silver and gold. They have forgotten that I am the Shepherd and they are only servants."
That is why today I call you to genuine repentance. Not the repentance of tears at the altar for others to see. Not the repentance of "forgive me, brothers" while you continue doing the same things. I am talking about true repentance—the kind that hurts, the kind that changes lives. Repent truly, pastors. Repent of the greed that has entered your hearts. Repent of using the pulpit to enrich yourselves while the people starve spiritually. Repent of preaching soft messages that don't confront sin because you're afraid of losing offerings. Repent of living in sin—worship, adultery, pornography, lies, and manipulation—while raising your hands and saying, "Thus says the Lord." Repent of abandoning prayer and fasting for business meetings and social media. Repent of turning ministry into a business instead of an altar of sacrifice.
My God, I know this hurts. It hurts me to say it too because I myself have had to repent many times. But the Lord has shown me that if you don't repent sincerely, judgment will come. I have seen in the spirit how the Lord is cleansing His house. I saw large churches emptying out because the Holy Spirit had departed. I saw pastors who lost their anointing because they preferred the glory of men to the glory of God.
Genuine repentance is seen in its fruits. It means stepping down from the pulpit, closing the office, going to the prayer room, and weeping before God as David wept. It means returning what has been stolen from the people, even if it's done in secret. It means confessing sin publicly if it was public. It means returning to early morning prayer, returning to the mountain, returning to fasting until the fire returns. It means ceasing to pursue fame and beginning to pursue holiness. It means remembering that one day they will give an account before the Great Shepherd, and He will ask, "Where is the flock I entrusted to you?"
Brother pastors, do not harden your hearts. The same Jesus who delivered me from the war in Kansas, the same Jesus who took me to heaven and showed me my mansion, is the same one who is calling you today. He doesn't want to destroy you. He wants to restore you. But repentance must be real. It can't just be words. It has to be a life‑changing transformation.
I tell you from experience: when one truly repents, heaven opens again. Discernment returns. Spiritual authority is restored. Demons flee and people begin to receive true life, not just a spectacle. If you are reading this, listening, and you are a pastor, and feel the Holy Spirit touching your heart, don't wait any longer. Today is the day. Close the door, kneel, and say to the Lord, "Forgive me. I have failed. I have allowed the enemy to enter my life and my ministry. Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and sustain me with a willing spirit."
Return to your first love. Return to the altar. Return to the cross. Because the time of grace is still open, but it will not last forever. Jesus is coming soon, and He wants to find His servants watching, praying, and shepherding with integrity.
I am praying for you. I pray that the Holy Spirit will give you the strength to truly repent. And I tell you with all my heart, it is worth it. The heaven I saw is real. The glory that awaits the faithful is incomparable. Do not exchange that eternal glory for the fleeting things of this earth. Repent, pastors. Repent genuinely, and the Lord will restore you, raise you up, and use you again with power.
This is the burden God has placed on my life now after all the battles and seeing heaven. I cannot remain silent. I must preach the truth even if it hurts because I love the church of Christ and I want to see it pure and ready for the Lord's coming.
