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Caught Away Into His Presence

I believe I am sharing this experience by His permission, I surely hope so.

Around June 1975 (twenty years after the Stigmata), while praising Him in my prayer closet, I was caught away into God’s presence and engulfed into His glorious light. It was consistent with what Isaiah described, what Ezekiel described, what Paul described, and what John described. It also bore similarities with the Mount of Transfiguration account.

It was thick, blindingly bright streams of light swirling around me. I've never felt such awe, sheer terror, and helplessness; yet at the same time perfect love, peace and joy. I was frozen.

The sounds were beautiful, yet they weren’t loud, they weren’t discernible words or music, or any other sound I’ve ever heard. They were perfectly beautiful heavenly sounds. They truly were sounds whose description no man is able to utter, or put into human words.

It felt noticibly cooler, yet not cold; just a perfectly pleasant beautiful temperature.

While I was able to speak, I was in speechless awe. It was simultaneous fear, love, and indescribable awe. “AWE” is a word I could easily wear out in my frail attempt to describe His presence.

That experience profoundly changed my life, forever. Since then, I’ve been tested harder, disciplined more strictly, and defended with a ferocious jealousy that makes me tremble. 

Soon after that experience, others began to notice a profound change in me, even in my countenance. I visited a pastor friend's church I hadn't seen in several months. They were old time Pentecostals from the Great Healing Revival Days. During the praise service the song leader stopped, then looked at me and said, "Brother Gerry, I don't know what you've been doing, but you need to keep it up; 'The glory' is all over you!" I had no idea there was anything different about me except what God did on the inside.

Not long after that, I visited a very dear friend and photographer buddy who owned an independent photo processing lab. He shot the pics for an album project I attempted in the late 1970s. He's the one who got me into photography back in the 1970s. While I was there that day, he needed to test a camera for leaks. Since I happened to be there, he asked to shoot some pictures to test the camera. He made me a contact sheet (copies). Then as a gift, he generously made me a 20x24 enlargement of the one below. Everyone who saw it was struck by the difference in my eyes. Apparently, God had done something I could not see in myself. When our pastor saw it, I was instantly nicknamed "Old Honests Eyes". Below is that photo.

Old Honest Eyes photo

"Old Honest Eyes"

circa 1975



In reflection, God's hand has been on me all my life. He has directly revealed Himself to me in His power and glory at least since I was four years old. With all the signs, wonders, and revelations, how could I not follow Him anywhere He leads?

I recently discovered an old letter I wrote to a fellow preacher in the Branham Following. In that letter I gave a brief narrative summary of my path back to the Lord Jesus. Therein was a thumbnail sketch of how the "Caught Away" experience unfolded. Here are excerpts from that letter:

" time passed, the Lord quickly restored me and soon I was ordained. Single, I lived in an old two-room cottage. I took everything out of the bedroom, set up a little alter, a phone line, and a Bible. Now it was officially my “prayer closet”. 

Soon, people began to call me for prayer and counsel. Within two months, people from as far away as New York City were calling for prayer. 

Once, an off Broadway actor called me from NYC, depressed and suicidal. That plus street preaching kept me busy. When I wasn't doing those ministries, I would be attending church services 6-nights a week. I remember the feeling of loneliness that there were no full-gospel church services on Saturday nights. I wish I had more of that energy today. 

Didn't do much pulpit preaching, as my hair was too long and I was still rough around the edges. But the hippies would listen to my message. White Pentecostals didn't receive me very well. But they loved it when I brought young people into their churches. So like Paul with the gentiles, Lo I turned to the black churches. They accepted me with love...I soaked up their love and acceptance. I loved their music, I loved their humility, and I mostly loved the results. God resists the proud. That's a military phrase, to set up an armed resistance. Oh brother, but He draws near to the humble. So many of those once vibrant white pentecostal churches had become deader than a door nail. But so many of those black churches were bristling with that 'Quickening Spirit'. You can hear those experiences coming through in my music. 

One night in my prayer closet, I had a lifechanging experience. I was praising the Lord with great zeal for the service we had just experienced. I wasn't seeking anything, just expressing my thanks to Him with a grateful heart. Suddenly, in the twinkling of an eye, I was caught away into His presence. I was frozen, I was perfectly conscious of being somewhere else. I believe could have moved or spoken, but didn't dare do so. This was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I know what Brother Branham meant when he described how he'd seen wild beasts frozen and couldn't, from the Lord's presence. I sensed His Majesty and power. I studied what was going on, but only understood that I was in the presence of my Creator. I didn't know if I had died and gone to heaven or what. I was literally snatched away. I learned how powerless we are, and how helpless the power of darkness is in God's presence. I understand what D.L. Moody meant when he said he would have died had God not lifted from him. I know what Spurgeon felt when he said he would not have stood alive had God not stayed His hand. I understand better those many of the experiences Brother Branham described. How I wish I could sit down with him and discuss these things today. Oh my! Brother, I have never been the same since that experience. 

I went on to make millions of mistakes, and countless dirty diapers. Being caught away into His presence did not make me holy, or no longer able to commit sin, it didn't even make me super spiritual. But I now know what Brother Branham meant when he said he had nothing to do with it, he didn't earn it or deserve it, and he had not control over it. It comes “ he wills....” I wasn't even seeking anything. He just came and caught me away. While I'm still just as much a sinner, I don't see how I could ever be an unbeliever. I can understand why God chose Brother Branham, but I do not understand why He chose me, or allowed me to have such a glorious experience. No matter how hard I've tried to do right, the closer I come to Jesus the more I feel like Spurgeon did when he said “I have the darkest soul in London”. The closer I get to Him, the worse I feel about my carnal being. I don't see how He could ever use me...."

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