Journeys to the Bright Morning Star: In the Last Days, Divinely Chosen Men Will Be Awakened Revealing Communications, Visions, Dreams, and Revelations, Against Much Disbelief, Oppositions, and Worldly Clamor

By E.Wiseman Woomer Jr.

I awoke after a vision and a spoken word with a commission to write, Journeys To The Bright Morning Star based on actual experienced events. Each chapter is introduced and interwoven throughout by one or more of these astonishing accounts. Unlike John Bunyans renowned, Pilgrims Progress written in 1675, with its monsters, demons and angels, the main character and the supernatural events are not fictitious.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: May 20, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452025537

E.Wiseman Woomer Jr.

E. Wiseman Woomer, Jr. has been a worldwide adventurer, traveler, and writer who has resided in the Philippine Islands, Spain, Germany, and Thailand; as well as throughout the United States. Graduating from the University of Illinois, he entered the US Air Force as a commissioned officer and later became a business executive. He began journaling when his life spiraled into the supernatural.

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Contents

Chapter 1 Introduction

Chapter 2 Virginia One

Chapter 3 Wisconsin

Chapter 4 Florida

Chapter 5 Nevada

Chapter 6 Colorado One

Chapter 7 West Virginia

Chapter 8 Maryland

Chapter 9 Connecticut

Chapter 10 Wyoming

Chapter 11 Texas One

Chapter 12 Texas Two

Chapter 13 Virginia Two

Chapter 14 Colorado Two

Chapter 15 Colorado Three

Dedicated to my Christian mother, Della Rae (Massey) Woomer, whose prayers travelled to the very ear of God through Jesus Christ, the Lord.

CHAPTER 1

INTRODUCTION

…LOVE PERFECTED, HAS NO FEAR, FOR FEAR HAS TORMENT.

THE BIBLE- 1 JOHN 4:18

Looking across the -room directly in front of me I saw a translucent figure. I stared in disbelief, but strangely not in fear, thinking my imagination was soaring to new heights, but nevertheless there it was. I increased my pace on the treadmill and started to recite the 23 Psalm not taking my eyes off of it…the Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…I will fear no evil, for you are with me… At that recitation, from its outstretched hands, the demonic apparition unleashed blue bolts of lightning which I could hear whizzing past my head, but amazingly none made contact. At that, it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. I silently thanked God for His protection from my spiritual enemy, the evil ones… and wondered of the past, future encounters and battles yet to come with the enemy.

Little did I know that I had been preparing spiritually for what was to take place and to the battles that would ensue. It was a long way from southern California where in 1979 I had a consuming encounter with, as I later came to know, God. At the time, I had been living, but living an existence devoid of meaning, of reason…with multiple failed marriages, a womanizer, an agnostic, hedonist, egocentric and neurotic; popular, yet unpopular. In college in the late 60’s, early 70’s, I undertook intellectual forays into Eastern and Western religions; delved into the egocentric philosophies of the German, Nietzsche, and the Russian anarchist, Bakunin, Marx’s Communist Manifesto and Hitler’s Mein Kempt; one time experimentations into the drug induced pseudo-realities of mescaline and LSD. At the end, all was found to be a vane search, a falsity, a lie. The great king, Solomon sums it up: Vanity of vanities, all is vanity. The search for what continued.

The unexpected encounter with God happened after one of countless ventures into the world of high class lounges, and night clubs in Los Angeles, Beverly Hills and Hollywood. Upon returning to my apartment in Los Angeles one late night, without premeditation, I fell to my knees in utter desperation. Out of my spirit, through soulful tears, came these simple words, "Don’t you love me too, to the unknown God". Little did I know at that immediate moment, that prayerful communication went directly into His ear. He responded spiritually, but who was He? I noticed an immediate inner release, which caused me great wonder. I would sense a supernatural love for the first time in my life. In the following months, the life I was leading would change drastically culminating with an escape from my dead-end existence in California. I was accepted back into the Air Force and met Jean Ruth, the love of my life, on the way to my assignment at the USAF Tactical Air Headquarters in Langley AFB, Virginia as the Weapons Safety Officer of the 1st Tactical Fighter Wing. This heavenly event was the beginning of a fantastic journey into the realm of the Spirit and until 2009 I didn’t know why all the following spiritual experiences, revelations, visions, and communications had taken place.

The meeting with Jean Ruth at the Stouffers Hotel in Pennsylvania at a jazz concert in August of 1979 was fortuitous; a divine appointment, a meeting with a God authored destiny. It all had to be perfectly timed…Bored that evening reading, An American Caesar by William Manchester on the life of General Douglas MacArthur, an interesting, but tediously large book, my Texas raised mother said, Son, I am tired of seeing you so bored, why don’t you go out for awhile. Parenthetically, on my way to Virginia, I had been staying with my parents, Earl and Della Rae, in West Chester, Pennsylvania.

I replied, Alright, Mom, thinking it a good idea, but not knowing where I would end up, except probably to seek some socialization, a night club or high class lounge somewhere for the evening.

As I was driving toward King of Prussia, I saw a large luxurious hotel to my left with a sign …"Stouffers Hotel" and in a smaller part of the marquee Jazz in the lounge, Friday and Saturday night. I pulled the car into the hotel parking lot looking forward to a temporary relief from the doldrums. (Encountering some feminine companionship was not out of my mind.) I looked at my Seiko watch while entering the lobby and thought it about the right time for a good crowd…810 p.m.

Approaching the large lounge, with a circular bar in the center, I noted that a substantial crowd was there, mostly couples, which made me feel all the lonelier. I took a seat in the back and ordered a tall Black Label scotch on the rocks and listened to the jazz quartet, scoping out the scene regularly of who was coming and going. Remaining until just before 10 p.m, I thought I’d go to the bar and have one last scotch and head home. As I sat on the soft leather bar stool, I struck up a conversation with a pretty blond bartender, who had taken an obvious interest in me. Upon ordering another cocktail, I heard from my right a quiet feminine voice, If you have one more of those, you’ll fall on me. My eyes fell on a vision of physical beauty, a woman in her 30’s , blue eyed, natural golden blond hair to the shoulder, lovely and curvaceous, her complexion was radiant.

Catching my breath, I said in feigned casualness, I’ve only had a few insinuating that I was in full control of my faculties. Instantaneously interested in each other, we introduced ourselves her relaying that she was with her cousin, Kallie who sat next to her adding that this was the first time she had been out for years. Sitting, talking and gazing into each other’s eyes, I unknowingly entered into a spiritually orchestrated covenant with her that would not be broken to this day. We left reluctantly that night exchanging phone numbers, which was sealed with a brief, but sincere kiss. Later the next day, my sanity returned, thinking since I was on my way to Virginia, what was the point of seeing her again.

Besides, I didn’t trust women and didn’t trust myself in relationships having had so many failed one. However strange, in my soulful heart of hearts, I fell in love with Jean Ruth that night at the Stouffers Hotel in August of 1979.

Several events prior and subsequent to this meeting confirmed to both of us that God was behind this rendezvous. I remembered I had a dream in California, some would call a forecasted vision, sometime in the spring of 1979. I approached a female figure with reddish blond hair reclining in a chaise lounger, hair up, and dressed in a long white gown. I noticed that the chaise lounger was in the center of a tall building surrounded by apparent rooms on all sides. We did not speak, but gazed on one another. Subsequently, several astonishing things came from this dream of things to come. The Stouffers Hotel where I meet Jean was architecturally designed with the rooms on each floor surrounding the court yards, restaurants, shops and lounge below. The other amazing confirmation took place the first time I was invited to Jean’s home. She had a small, black and white picture in the kitchen that duplicated the woman on the lounger vision!

Jean Ruth herself related several uncanny feelings that took place that night. She said they had passed a car in the parking lot, and said to her cousin "Who is in that car?

Her cousin replying, How would I know? Why?

I don’t know I have a strange feeling (after seeing my car later, she said it was the same one). Later in the lounge when her cousin and she were seated at the end of the bar, I had approached and sat next to Jean’s left. She was facing the stage, as she later related to me, having that same eerie emotional sensation, she asked her red headed cousin Kalley, Who is behind me?

She looked and replied You wouldn‘t want to know, but she was looking at another man, short and whose leg was in a cast standing behind them. Drawn by a mysterious urging, she turned around looked at me and spoke the comment that started it all.

On her way home, later that night she confirmatively stated to her cousin…I’m going to marry him.

Jean Ruth was from a large Brooklyn, New York family and I met them all on one weekend at her home. Of course, they heard much about me and were anxious to meet me and look me over. Mother, father, sisters, brothers and families arrived about 12 noon and we sat outside next to the pool for a barbeque with a menu of hamburgers and brats on the grill, potato salad, beans and the like. Meeting her father, Artie, a New Yorker of Scandinavian origin, and a seafaring man at one time, I was taken by his resemblance to Clark Gable, mustache and all. As related to me later, Jean said he exclaimed to her privately You are too affectionate with him and, That guy has a girl in every port.

She laughed it off and said Oh, Dad, I love him and he’s going to be my husband for the rest of my life. Although some of the family did not approve of our whirlwind relationship, Jean Ruth was never curtailed in her certainty that our life would be together.

Her mother, Jean, born in England, beautifully demure like an actress in the 40’s, accepted our relationship and me unequivocally. Saying, Dear, he is wonderful, according to Jean’s account.

I left Jean Ruth in Pennsylvania on the 1st of October to report to my duty station in Virginia. Arriving in Norwalk on an autumn afternoon, I began to look for temporary lodging near Langley Air Force Base and found a reasonable one bedroom furnished apartment only a mile from the installation. I reported to the brigadier general of the 1st Tactical Fighter Wing, an F15 Eagle base, the next day as I was to be a member of his staff of officers. General Davis, a fighter pilot, short, red graying hair, stocky, but trim saying, Earl, welcome to the wing. I look forward in our working together. He asked if I were married and I relayed that I planned to wed on December 1st in Pennsylvania. He congratulated me, shook my hand, and said, See you at the stand-up meeting tomorrow at 830 in the morning. Saluting smartly, I exited his office.

Every Friday, I anxiously awaited the end of the day as I returned to Pennsylvania to see my darling Jean. Eating on the run, I would pick up a 7-11 polish, chips and strawberry shake or a McDonald’s burger, fries and shake, and head up the coast for the 6 hour ride arriving usually around 11pm where we would renew our engagement until late every Sunday evening. Then, reluctantly I would return to Virginia.

Arriving one late Sunday night from the long ride from Harleysville, Pennsylvania, being extremely tired, I went to bed when I was awaken by, as I thought initially, bright rays of sunshine in my apartment. Startled and thinking that I had overslept, I anxiously looked at the clock next on the bed stand and saw 2:30 a.m.!! I then looked about the room and the sun rays were not emanating from outside, but from within the apartment itself. Consumed with apprehension, I looked to my left and saw the location of the emission at the doorway to the bedroom. All that I could fathom was something was in the room as brilliant as the sun itself. With that glance, it vanished, without identification or reason. Although initially alarmed, I sensed no maliciousness or evil to the brilliance, only an unknown Goodness. Until years later, I would not know its mysterious source.

The mystery would be revealed through spiritual knowledge coupled with many divine encounters that Jesus Christ himself entered the room in His Glory bright as the sun. As I would come to find out, God works in mysterious ways and his ways are not our ways.

On December 1st of 1979, Jean Ruth and I were married in a simple Episcopalian church ceremony joining me on the fantastic journey that was yet to unfold. The church she selected was one that she had been hired for a recent renovation as the commercial interior designer. Throughout our initial marriage interview, the Pastor praised Jean for her ecclesiastical design of the old church. Pastor Schneider