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"Audible Voice"

Around 1970, I was riding a horse alone in the Everglades, or "The Glades" as we called it. We used to say jokingly that it was so quiet out there you could hear someone else think. I was basking in that serene yet very dangerous environment when I heard someone call my name. It was unusual in that it was like a booming voice, but it wasn't loud. Yet it also seemed to have some majestic element. It was eerie.

Right now, as I reflect on the incident I am reminded of when God called out to a little boy named Samuel. When Samuel awoke, he thought Eli had called him. We've all read the story in 1 Samuel chapter 3.

Another facet that seemed odd was, from my vantage point in the saddle I could see for miles in any direction over the sage grass and patches of saw grass.

At first, I thought it was a prank. I wasn't living for the Lord back then, and wasn't given kindly to pranks. So I pulled out my lever action 44 magnum Winchester from the rifle scabbard, and jacked a shell into the chamber. Then I warned, whoever was out there had better stand up and be identified, or else. I had no plans of someone finding my badly decomposed body out there months later half-eaten by animals.

As I waited my mind raced as I tried to discern what was happening. I heard nothing but that haunting silence. Where was their horse? Where was their swamp buggy? No one could have walked on foot that far into those swampy Glades, no water or shelter, and through all that thick snake infested underbrush. There was no horse in sight, and no sound of one. Had my horse come in proximity to another horse, one or both would have whinnied.

Suddenly a chill fell over me when I realized the voice had called me by my birth name. When I started performing music publicly around age 12-13 I began using a stage name. For seven years everyone, even teachers at school had addressed me by my stage name. No one at that ranch even knew my legal name. 

As I processed all the information another thought came to me; the voice seemed to have come from every direction. I had hunted and fished in the Glades all my life. There are no mountains or buildings out there to reflect sound. The only logical explanation for one sound coming from every direction is if it came from above. For instance in the Glades, thunder can sound like it's coming from every direction. As it is written (John 12:29), when the Father spoke from heaven, "...others said it thundered...." I understand how they could think that.

I reasoned this no longer resembled any natural call from a human person. It wasn't loud yet it was powerful, majestic. No one could have been that far out there without a horse or a swamp buggy; and I saw no evidence of either. I was being called by my legal name which no one around there knew. Against the physical laws, the voice seemed to come from every direction.

Then His Holy Spirit overshadowed me, just as He had so many times as a child back in the Pentecostal days. And like rebellious backslidden Jonah, I in effect cried out, "Lord I will pay that which I have vowed!" I remembered how as a little boy I had promised the Lord if He would bless my musical talents I would use my gift to serve Him all my life.

Sadly I had already  broken that vow so many times.

With tears streaming down my face I cried out to God for mercy. I promised that if He would not give up on me, one day I would come home to serve Him. How many times had I sat drunk on a bar stool having just finished a show, not even yet old enough to legally drink, and through bitter tears quietly reiterated that promise to Him. While He never deserted me or abandoned me, and I knew His love had no bounds, I sensed His patience was reaching the end of its tether.

It was much like the Psalmist wrote, regardless of where I ran, how fast I ran, or how hard I tried to do so, I could not get away from God. Where ever I went, He was there, a bar room, a bedroom, even the seemingly god-forsaken Everglades. But I thank God He never gave up on me, even when I gave Him every reason to do so.

The purpose for sharing this is not to be melodramatic, or to boast or to celebritize me, but to testify of Him! Further, it is to show yet another reason why I am willing to follow Him into the lion's den; because He never gave up on me. And though friends, family, even church folks may abandon me, or worse desert , even shun me; I know that just as God promised in His word, He will never leave me, or forsake me. I am living proof that you can rest in His promise, "I will never leave you nor forsake you!"

Why I did not Share the Supernatural Signs, Photos, and Experiences

Thirty-two years ago

Sometimes people ask me, “why didn't you share these photos, and tell the people about these supernatural signs and experiences when you first came here?The obvious inference is that it would have enhanced my ministry here. That is probably correct. Had I exploited the sacred gifts, experiences, and signs God has given me, I probably could have avoided those 32-years of poverty, shame, and humiliation. But at what cost?

He did not give them to me to be merchandised. I should not be forced to choose between exploiting holy gifts, and poverty. No one should have to defile sacred things to get the church to do the right thing! What's the difference in that and prostitution?

God did not tell me I was allowed to make these things public, until recently. For me, it is better to be in obedience and endure the abject poverty, than to deliberately go out of His will in order to prosper. I can honestly say, there were times I thought of giving up; but never once was I tempted to exploit the signs, experiences, and photographs. Perhaps the following two part explanation will help.

First of all, the signs were for me, not for them. The “Burning Bush” was for Moses, not for Israel. Moses' “Hand” becoming leprous then being healed, Moses' “Rod” becoming a snake and again becoming a rod, and pouring water on the ground and it turning into "Blood", each were initially for Moses, not for Israel. Moses revealed these things to Israel much later, during the "Wilderness Experience". But they were initially given to Moses to help him believe enough to accept his commission from God; and to withstand when satan would test his faith to the extreme. Until recently, I was not given permission to share these experiences publicly.

Secondly, before I came here, the Lord gave me instructions on how I would know who has His Holy Spirit in them. He had placed His Spirit in me and confirmed that with supernatural signs. He did that for me, to confirm these things to me and in me. It was not for them, at that time.

He assured me that if they have His Holy Spirit in them, that Spirit will recognize who I am by the Spirit He placed in me. His Spirit will not repel His Spirit.

Those who know how the spirit operates understand what I'm saying here. This was demonstrated in Brother Branham's ministry, every time he ministered in the Spirit.

The Lord showed me if they repel me, never accept me, reject me, shun me, never allow me to get close, push me away, or any of those kinds of conduct, then His Holy Spirit is not in them; regardless of what they may claim, feel, or do.

That's another spirit in them that hates the Spirit He placed in me.

So that is how I'll know who they are, by how they respond to me; not by how they respond to seeing Him manifest supernatural signs through me. There's always a multitude ready to follow after the fishes and loaves. As throughout scripture, the signs were to be shown to the elect, in the wilderness.

Now I can just hear some critic arise, citing for example Paul's bitter dissension with Barnabas over Mark. I would say to Mr. or Mrs. Critic, remember in your current role that's all you are, is a critic. Contrary to what you may believe, the Holy Spirit did not prompt you with your criticism. He knows the truth. He's the One who revealed this to me. He's the One who confirmed it countless times with signs. Had “...the Spirit of Truth come....” to prompt you, that would have been to “ you into all truth....” My recommendation is to first get deliverance from all evils spirits, then seek the infilling of the Holy Spirit, and then ask “...the Comforter....”, and “...He will teach you all things....”

A few months after we moved here, the Lord gave me Ezekiel 33:30-33 as a pattern of what was to come. All these years later, He has vindicated me unquestionably as His servant, and as one of His prophets, just as promised. Over these three-plus decades, those verses He gave me in Ezekiel have unfolded like a blossom opens in spring. And just as that passage states, they “heard my words”, but would not do them; they made a “show of love”, but chased after covetousness; and I was to them as a “ of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument....” And just as He promised me, “...when this cometh to pass, (lo it will come,) then shall they know that a prophet hath been among them....” As they always have, those things I have prophesied over this place, and these people, will come to pass. Woe unto them who have not repented in that day!

The purpose for sharing these supernatural signs and experiences is not to boast, but to testify of Him! These signs and experiences are not to celebritize me, but to magnify Him! He gave them, and continues to give them, to vindicate me as His servant. Further, it is to show yet another reason why I am willing to repeatedly follow Him into the lion's den; and why I've been willing to endure the decades of extreme adversity, abject poverty, insults, humiliation, and public shame. I love Him!

Sixty years ago, He revealed Himself to me by His power and marked me as "His Property" with "His Stigmata". Forty years ago, He revealed Himself to me by snatching me away ("Caught Away") and engulfing me into His glorious Shekinah Presence, and similar to the Mount of Transfiguration account. Twenty years ago, He gave me a conditional promise of my full ministry and confirmed it by the "Hands of Fire" sign, which remains to this day. He has made me know experientially that ALL power and authority is in Him; and that nothing and no one can stand in His presence; no demon, no principality, no angel, no disease, no military force, nor satan, and not even death can stand against Him! Everyone and everything is subject to Him! He’s been with me, even in me all my life! He has always delivered me! I am His property! He defends me extravagantly! Woe unto me if I preach not the gospel....


- GERRY PHILLIPS - 1955-2015