The Encounters I Could No Longer Keep Silent

A humble testimony of divine visitations and the faithfulness of Yeshua Hamashiac

Saturday, 11/01/25 at 09:30
Sammy Omosh
Kenya 🇰🇪

These are two experiences that I have kept to myself, believing they should remain that way. I regarded them as secrets between me and the Master. There was no sense of urgency or leading to share them in the past years — that’s why they have remained untold.

Why should I share what I am not led to do?

However, as I was writing another message and sharing what had happened to someone I was interviewing at a certain place, I heard:

“You have not shared your yesteryears’ encounters, yet you are narrating that of someone else.”

I knew this was the moment to do so. On 31/10/25, I took my pen and wrote down the experience to jog my memory based on the flashback. When Ruach leads you, you don’t forget anything. It felt as if it had happened just last month, yet it is the oldest revelation on my account, based on time.

With much humility I present this — no pride, no show-off. I am the least among you, just a servant messenger doing His bidding. If I were to boast, I would have shared this the very moment I started writing on this blog. But I didn’t. So, this is a kind of housekeeping, and it is for Jehovah’s glory alone.

We already have an Association of Atheists in my country. If even one atheist reads this and is convicted that Jesus Christ is Lord and God, then it will have served its purpose. If this doesn’t convict them, nothing else will. No wonder many Muslims are being saved now through similar encounters. This is not strange in our times, but it was strange to me then.

The First Encounter

One night, when I was twelve years old and in grade six, I went to sleep after finishing my homework. I was deep in sleep when a revelation opened up that was mind-boggling to my young mind. It was both fearful and painful.

The Ancient of Days showed me vividly, in color, the events of Matthew 27:27–44. It opened like a YouTube video — a 2,000-year-old event unfolding before me in what seemed like real time. I saw everything, and in that vision I cried and cried bitterly. You know that children can sometimes outcry adults — and I did.

When I woke up, I was in real tears, crying. I wasn’t alone, so I thought it would be embarrassing if anyone noticed. I quickly wiped my tears, but they continued to stream down. My main concern became controlling the flow of tears without raising suspicion. The strategy worked, and the next morning I went to school — but my heart was grieving, and I had no peace of mind.

I thought the experience would “evaporate into thin air.” But it didn’t. It lingered like a fog that refused to lift, staying deeply impressed on my heart and mind. I began daydreaming in class, unable to focus. Every time I closed my eyes, I relived the events.

But who could I tell about this? What would they say? I wasn’t ready to be told I was crazy or losing my mind. I was already attending Bible classes at a nearby church every Friday at 4 p.m. The teacher was a harsh old man, though he liked me because I could answer tough questions. But what I had encountered was something I couldn’t share with him. No one in class ever talked about dreams or visions, so why should I put my head on the line?

Usually, I was either position 1 or 2 in class. But at the end of that term, I dropped to position 32 out of 35. I experienced my first real persecution — the entire class cheered and celebrated my fall. I heard someone say, “He thought he was a genius.” Even my class teacher betrayed me and joined in the mockery, showing the class how I “slept in class.” Everyone laughed. I was alone. Friends turned into foes.

Was that encounter worth what I went through? I went home crying that day, wishing the ground would open and swallow me like Dathan, Abiram, and Korah. In my heart, I asked the Lord not to give me such experiences again if they would lead to poor performance. I didn’t even know how to pray properly.

The next term, I climbed back to the top again. By grade seven, we sat for a common exam that involved several schools, and the top five students in every subject cluster were acknowledged. I featured in a few, and the headteacher mentioned me during assembly. My vindication had come at last.

The Second Encounter

When I finished high school, one morning I had another encounter. I saw the Lord Jesus Christ sitting on a chair beside my bed. He looked extremely beautiful, with a smile that is indescribable. I looked into His eyes, and it was as if He knew my entire life. I couldn’t look again — His eyes were fiery, so I looked down.

He said,

“Find a church you can attend and serve Me.”

He was right — I was neither attending church nor serving Him. After He disappeared, His divine presence remained, and I began to cry again.

In the morning, I went to see my friend and namesake, Sam. I tried to tell him what had happened. I would start by saying, “I saw J—,” but the words wouldn’t come out. Instead, I just sobbed. Sam quickly understood what I meant without me finishing the sentence. He didn’t pressure me to talk; instead, he took me to an estate fellowship, and everything changed from that time on.

Another Vision

One time, I was taken up into the sky and saw an open portal filled with supernatural light. I was made aware that it was a gateway to heaven, and then I was taken back down to Earth.

2 Corinthians 4:6
“For God, who said, ‘Let light shine out of darkness,’ has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.”

Isaiah 53:1–12

A Recent Vision

I saw a small aircraft descending and eventually crashing into a residential house. I tried to warn those gathered around that place of the impending danger.

Please pray against this. It was only the other day that a similar light aircraft crashed in the South Coast region.

Vision of 1/1/25 at 6:58 a.m.