‘A flight with THE “IAM”‘ By Stephanie Resa

As I was dying in the holding jail cell in Flagstaff Arizona after being raped two nights before my arrest I didn’t want to live anymore. I wanted to die,I wanted to give up. As I lay on the ground covered in a pickle suit THE “IAM” and his son JESUS CHRIST showed up in Eagle form. Took me out of my body as it lay there lifeless, my spirit was taken to fly with the “IAM” I was shown things to come and things that still have not come to pass yet but will. I saw JESUS as we passed by the sun in the sky while flying with his father “I AM” he turned and watched us pass by, angels surrounded us on the right and the left as we flew.

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