Awake: 40 Years of Gray a Divine Revelation

By Steven A. Campos

40 years of gray is about the next 15 years and the final generation who will witness the greatest event in the history of the world, the Second Coming and the 1000 year reign of Jesus Christ. How do I know, the Holy Spirit appeared in my living room and told me so. Very soon all of mankind will no longer be able to sit on the fence about the God of the Bible or the god of this world system, you must choose one!

When God told Noah to build an Ark, He gave mankind a 100 year warning, is November 2018 the end of the 100 year warning this date is in the Bible. The Psalms 83 war tells about a future war where Israel is about to become the Middle East superpower, this war could start in 2016. Will the Jews place the second stone to the third temple in 2017?

November-06-2012 should be known as a national day of suicide, America has gone past the point of no return and will soon fall from its position as the worlds leader, China the sleeping giant is about to make their move.

Unfortunately for all of secular society time for avoiding the final pope #266 Peter the Roman who will rule during the 7 year tribulation is here. God has numbered the days of Satans kingdom, it is almost finished!

Democratic Socialism exposing one of the biggest secrets on planet earth!

Millions of people around the world believe in Extraterrestrials the rulers of darkness are about to be revealed to the human race. The human mind is being prepped for the STRONG DELUSION!

Was the 2004 Boston Red Sox the greatest comeback of all times or was there one better?

Female Ejaculation its time to discuss what God was not ashamed to create!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499045314

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Copyright © 2014 by Steven A. Campos.

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Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1 Awake

Chapter 2 Front-Row Seat To The Greatest Show In The Universe

Chapter 3 The Defeated Foe

Chapter 4 The Greatest Comeback Of All Times

Chapter 5 Global Warming And The Coming Four Blood Moons

Chapter 6 When We All Get To Heaven

Chapter 7 In A Moment, In The Twinkling Of An Eye

Chapter 8 The President Of Change

Chapter 9 The Collapse Of America

Chapter 10 Sharia Law, Radical Islam’s Religion Today, And The World’s Religion Tomorrow

Chapter 11 Prophecy Of The Popes

Chapter 12 Outside The Box

Chapter 13 The Antichrist And The Third Temple

Chapter 14 The Lord Works In Mysterious Ways

INTRODUCTION

I would like to introduce myself, my name is Steven Campos. I believe life begins at conception. I was conceived in the womb in June 1967. At the age of three, I was held in the arms by a Satyr on numerous occasions. A satyr is a half man, half beast. I also looked into the eyes of the creation of the devil. At the age of four, I was already addicted to pornography. By the time I was eight, I was so fascinated by the female anatomy I wanted to be a gynecologist when I grew up. The problem with that was the only time I used to dream of going to college and getting my degree was back when I used to fall asleep in high school.

I am not a writer. I’m a high school graduate with the equivalent of a fourth-grade education by today’s standards. Don’t laugh; a lot of people today are not smarter than a fifth grader. At the age of twenty-nine, I had an out-of-body experience when the soul leaves the body. I’ve always had a desire to know the Lord, but from the time I was four years old until I was forty-four, I lived my life for the devil. On October 9, 2012, at 2:40 PM, my life would change for the better forever when I received a divine revelation from the Holy Spirit.

One of the founding principles of this country is freedom of speech and freedom of expression. This is America, and I believe everyone has the right to an opinion as long as you can base it on a lot of facts. We are living in the final generation of planet Earth before Jesus Christ comes back and sets up his one-thousand-year reign, and the government shall be on his shoulders and of his kingdom, there shall be no end. We are literally standing at the edge of eternity. How do I know? Because the Holy Spirit appeared in my living room and told me so!

I don’t want to make this book a story of my life. My objective is to touch briefly on a variety of different topics without going so deep into every subject. I am either going to offend God and please the world or please God and offend the world. I choose to please God. Jesus offended many people by the truth that he taught. If I offend you, please forgive me, but you shall know the truth because the truth is the only thing that will set you free. God did not call me to be popular he called me to be obedient!

To understand me and my testimony you have to go back 12 thousand years ago to the last ice age the land of Enchantment and the Clovis people!

CHAPTER 1

Awake

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth, then God said let there be light, and there was light. God said let us make man in our image, in the image of God he created him male and female, and then God bless them and said be fruitful and multiply, fill the earth and subdue it, and God saw that it was good.

In the beginning, when all of us were just little children, ask yourself when did you realize you were alive. What I mean is what was your very first memory you can remember. No one can remember the first time we took our first few steps or our first or second birthday party. I believe most people have memories that start at around four or five years old. Maybe it was your favorite toy you got on your birthday or at Christmas. Maybe your earliest memory was a family vacation to Disneyland or maybe you went to go visit your Grandparents or your cousins and relatives in another city or state.

As all of us get older with each passing year, we tend to remember some things and we tend to forget other things. We also tend to remember things that stay with us as memories for all our lives. When we visit or talk with the older generation that are coming to the end of their lives, they like to reminisce about the good old days when life was simple and not so complicated and evil and corrupt like today’s day and age. Most people in their seventies, eighties, or nineties can still remember a lot of fond memories, whether it be good or bad, as a young child. And maybe, you as a child, your earliest memory were a bad memory. Maybe you did something wrong or didn’t do something you were told to do and you got punished or got a spanking. Whatever it was, good or bad, all of us have a few memories of our earliest years on planet Earth.

In Proverbs 6: 16, there are seven sins that God cannot stand, of which one of them is a lying tongue. I will do my best to describe my earliest memories. It was the spring and summer of 1971. My earliest memory was blowing out candles for my third birthday party, eating cake and ice cream, and having a good old time. Later on that evening, I was sitting in the living room, watching TV with the family. My dad was already in bed, reading a book. I got up from the couch and went to go lie down for a while with my dad. When I walked into the bedroom, my dad looked at me and said, Happy birthday, son, come give Daddy a hug.

Afterward, he reached into his pants that were next to the bed, and he pulled out a quarter, a nickel, and a dime and gave it to me. I was so excited, thinking about all the candy I could buy next time I went to the store. Back in 1971, 40¢ could buy a lot of candy for a little kid, not like today where a dollar can’t buy much of anything anymore.

In Bible numerology, the number 8 is the number of a new beginning. I am the eighth child born with a total of ten siblings in our family. There are six boys and four girls. Today is a new beginning.

My next memory was a few days after my third birthday. I still had that 40¢ that my dad had given me a few days earlier. I had left it in a small pouch on the nightstand next to my crib. I slept in a baby’s crib till I was almost four years old in my parents’ room next to a big window. My three elder sisters slept in one room, and there were two bedrooms downstairs in the basement where my four brothers slept. Money was tight, and my parents still needed to buy me a bed and make room downstairs for all my stuff, so that’s the reason why I slept in the crib longer than most, if not all, kids.

It was a pretty big crib with the high rails all around, and it was high off the floor so I could not just climb out unless someone took me out of it. Anyway, I was woken up in the middle of the night. I could feel someone tugging at my shoulder, trying to wake me up. I was sleeping so good I didn’t want to be disturbed, but whoever was trying to wake me up was very persistent, and he kept tugging at my shoulder.

When I open my eyes, I do not understand what I saw standing at my crib. It was a very hairy, odd-looking, scary, dark-complexioned man with pointed ears. With a grin on his face staring at me, he pulled the blanket off me and picked me up and held me like a little baby in his arms. I remember looking at my parents who were only a few feet away. They were sound asleep and had no clue what was happening only a few feet from their bed. This went on for what seemed to be about a few minutes. He just held me in his arms, rocking me back and forth, gazing into my eyes with that smirk on his face.

Even though I had never seen this person or didn’t know who he was, for some reason, I felt totally comfortable and at peace in his arms. When he finally put me back in my crib, he reached over to the nightstand and picked up my coin pouch and pulled out the 40¢, and that’s when I noticed this man had a short tail, he had no clothes on and was like a beast from the waist down, he had hooves for feet, and his legs were very hairy. In my parents’ room, it was not very dark at night because right outside, there was a street light on the corner. It was dark in the room but not pitch-black. The curtains on the window were left halfway open most nights so my mother could check on me from time to time when she woke up in the middle of the night. She had seven kids before me, so she was used to getting up at all hours of the night to feed her children.

This beast which I found out many years later was a Satyr incubus, half man, half goat. He gave me the 40¢ and patted me on the head. He walked out the bedroom to the front door which is about twenty feet away from my crib. He opened the door and looked at me and waved goodbye. He shut the door and disappeared into the night. I then laid down in my crib, unable to comprehend what just happened to me.

I fell asleep, and when I woke up the next morning, the 40¢ was under the covers in bed with me. There’s no way I could have reached my money pouch from my crib in the middle of the night. This was not a dream, it was reality. This satyr would come visit me approximately once a month for the next six to seven months. The thing is I never remember this happening to me until the Lord showed it to me in a vision when I was twenty-nine years old. Before I get into the night that God revealed what happened to me in 1971, the night I broke down and cried like a little baby when I was twenty-nine, asking God why all my life I had been filled with this strong desire of lust, and filled with rage and hatred and outbursts of wrath and extreme stubbornness and why I had a very bad attitude that had been a part of me ever since I was a little boy.

Let me get back to those seven months in 1971 that I believe was a classic battle between good and evil. The enemy attacks all of us in so many different ways. There are many lessons to be learned from the book of Job. Satan attacked my life at an early age because he had God’s permission, but I know my Heavenly Father has shielded me all through my life and protected me, and when he lifted his hand of protection and allowed Satan to attack me, it was because there was an ultimate purpose for my life. I believe that it was writing this book to the final generation on planet Earth before Jesus Christ comes to set up his one-thousand-year reign.

This satyr used to visit me around once a month. He would wake me up and take me into his arms, and he would go to the darkest corner in the room and just rock me back and forth in his arms. He never spoke to me, but he always had a grin on his face, and he would hum to me in a very sweet low tone as a loving mother might do to their child. There is no question in my mind that I was awake, and this was not a dream. Many times, when this beast was holding me, I could hear my dad snoring, and several times, I saw my mother or father toss and turn during the middle of the night. This beast would immediately stop humming and rocking me. The only time I ever saw him stop grinning was when he got startled by my parents moving around in bed.

Most of these visits lasted only a few minutes and every time he left, he left in total silence. I could not hear so much as a squeak. There was carpet in the bedroom and carpet in the living room where the front door was, but the amazing thing was that the door opened supernaturally right before he got there, and the door would slam shut behind him without him ever touching the door handle, and it was all done in total silence.

This same scenario went on throughout the summer months, but the last two months were the worst. The nights were starting to get cooler, as summer was winding down and fall was approaching. This Satyr started to change his routine. Now every time he woke me up, he would kiss me on the forehead or on the lips, and when he held me, he would breathe real heavy on me like in a sexual manner, and then it happened. I remember getting an erection. As far as I can remember and what the Lord showed me in the vision, he never physically molested me. It was more of mental telepathy molestation.

What the Holy Spirit told me was that he was putting the spirit of lust upon me every time he was breathing on me. I believe he visited me on two more occasions, and both times, as soon as he breathed upon me, I got an erection. The last time he visited me, when he put me back in the crib, the curtains were closed all the way this night, so he patted me on the head and turned me facing the window, and he opened the curtains so I could see outside. He waved goodbye to me, and when he went outside, I saw another incubus hiding across the street waiting for him. From my crib, I could see a distance of around one hundred yards before the terrain dropped off toward the park lake. This was the first time I had ever seen him run and jump. He covered that distance in about three to four seconds, and they were both out of sight.

The next time I was awakened in the middle of the night, I was in total fear and terror. I wanted to scream for my daddy, but nothing came out of my mouth. My whole body was in shock. This incubus was totally demonic in every way. The first thing I noticed was his pupils were dilated and his eyes were blood red. There was no white in his eyes, just a black circle in the middle and blood red for the rest of his eyes. He also had horns that curved back on his head. His skin was black and appeared to be burned like third-degree burns, only worse. He had long fingers with pointed fingernails and a very long forked tongue. He picked me up and took me into the living room.

I wanted to kick and scream, but I couldn’t, my whole body was like in a trance. I could not so much as lift my finger. My whole body was in shock. I tried yelling help me but to no avail, no words would come out of my mouth. He opened his mouth and stuck out his long tongue, and he began to breathe on me. I tried to close my eyes, but I could not even do that, I was at the mercy of this evil demonic incubus who look like he had come from the pit of hell to torment me. He breathed on several more times, and then I urinated all over myself. I was frightened to death. He began to giggle at me. When I was done wetting myself, he took me back to my crib and laid me down, and he wiggled his hand in my face, and off he went.

The next time he showed up, he did not hold me, he just stood at my crib and gazed into my eyes with a smirk on his face, and he stuck out his tongue at me a few times. He also rubbed my chest and touched my cheek. Once again, I felt totally helpless, like I was in a trance, unable to speak or move. He didn’t stay long, maybe three to four minutes and he was gone. The third time this demonic incubus showed up, he took me out of the crib and walked to the front door. When he opened the door, I could feel my body start to tremble with fear. I wanted to scream and cry, but nothing would come out of my mouth. He proceeded to take me across the street to the park lake which was about one hundred seventy-five yards from our house. When we were about forty yards from the lake, he stopped and hid behind a tree. There was a person off in the distance walking toward the baseball fields.

We waited for thirty to forty seconds until the coast was clear, and then he ran down to the baby pool where natural spring water used to come out of a hole in the ground before it would drain into the lake. It must have been around 3:00 AM when this happened. Santa Rosa, New Mexico, is a small town with less than three thousand people. No cars or people were out and about at this time of the night, except for that one person that I saw way off in the distance that just happened to be walking by the lake right before us.

Anyway, he stuck my hand and held it in the water for several seconds, and once again, I urinated all over myself. I started thinking maybe he was going to throw me in the water and drown me, but no, he just started laughing at me with this horrible deep evil voice and then he stood up and took off running with me back to the house. From the time we left the house until we returned was only about three minutes or less. He put me back in the crib and covered me with the blanket, as I was still trembling with fear and I was very cold.

In my vision when I was twenty-nine, the Holy Spirit showed me that he visited me two more times. The next time he woke me up, I just barely opened my eyes. Once I saw that it was him, I shut my eyes because I did not want to look at his demonic horrible face, so he put his hand across my nose and mouth, and he began to suffocate me, and once again I wet the bed. I had no control of my bodily senses. I could not move, I could not yell for help. I lay there as helpless as could be.

He took his hand off my face, and as I began to gasp for air, he raised my head up and began to breathe heavily on my face, and then he covered my nose and my mouth again so I could not breathe, and just before I was about to pass out, he took his hand off, and he put his face several inches away from mine, and he began to exhale a fine mist of what looked like spiritual energy. He just stayed breathing on me until I caught my breath. He then took me into his arms and held me like a little baby, rocking me back and forth until I fell asleep in his arms.

What the Holy Spirit showed me about that night was he was placing a spirit of hatred and stubbornness and anger upon me, and from that night on, I began to have the same two dreams twice a week: one was I would dream I was standing in front of the toilet and I had to urinate real bad so I would pee, and the other dream was I was swimming in the park lake, and when I had to pee, I would just do it in the lake. That was one of the reasons why we used to call the park lake Marana Beach (or dirty beach) because a lot of people used to pee in the lake when we went swimming instead of going to the restrooms. He took my ability to control my bladder on those two nights, and I would have a bedwetting problem until I started going through puberty when those dreams finally stopped.

The last time he showed up, I woke up and he was standing there, running his fingernails back and forth on the rail of my crib. That’s what woke me up this time. He picked me up and took me to the dark corner of the room, and he just held me, rocking me back and forth in his arms. As we gazed into each other’s eyes, tears began to roll down my cheek. I started thinking why won’t this thing leave me alone. I’m only a three-and-a-half-year-old little boy. What could I have possibly done in my short life on earth that I deserve to be tormented by this demonic beast?

He wiped the tears from my cheek. As I looked at him, I saw a tear rolled down his cheek. I believe he was either sorry for what he had done to me or he was just sad because this was the last time he would ever hold me. His mission was completed. When he put me back in the crib, he stood me up facing the front door. When he got to the front door, he turned around, and we looked at each other for about ten seconds, and then he opened the door and walked outside. I looked through the curtains as he ran off in the distance, and that was the last time I ever saw him.

The Holy Spirit gave me this Scripture when I was twenty-nine years old (1 Peter 4:12–16): Beloved, do not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened to you, but rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ’s sufferings, that when his glory is revealed, you may also be glad with exceeding joy, if you are reproached for the name of Christ, blessed are you, for the spirit of glory and of God rests upon you. Yet if anyone suffers as a Christian, let him not be ashamed, but let him glorify God in this manner.

One of my next earliest memories was a few days after my fourth birthday. My mother told me to go throw the trash outside. When I approached the garbage cans, a cat jumped out and took off running. As I got closer, I could hear another kitten inside, meowing and making noise as he was trying to get out but he was unable to jump out of the dumpster.

As I tried to look inside, there was a baby kitten meowing at me, so I went to the side of the house and got a bucket to stand on so I could help it jump out. I repositioned a bag of trash that was already in there, and the kitten ran up the bag and jumped out of the trash can. When he ran up the trash bag, he ripped a hole in it with his claws as he was jumping out, and that’s when I noticed a magazine inside that said boy. Well, when I tore the bag open a little bit more, it said Playboy. I could not read yet, but I knew it said Playboy. My mother and sisters used to read me books all the time, so I knew a lot of words at that age.

I thought to myself this must be a little boy’s magazine. As I pulled it out and began to look through the pages, I could not believe my eyes when I turned the page and saw a completely naked woman. I immediately got an erection. I could feel the spirit of lust coming upon me as I continued turning a few more pages, and then I got nervous and scared, and I started thinking what if my mom catches me looking at this magazine, so I threw it back in the garbage can, and I dumped our trash in there and went back to the house and waited a minute for everything to calm down before I went inside.

It was almost suppertime, so for the rest of the evening, I kept thinking about that pretty woman that I had seen in the Playboy magazine. The next morning when I woke up, I couldn’t get her out of my mind, so after breakfast, I went back outside because I wanted to climb back in that trash can and retrieve the magazine, but when I went outside, it was trash-pick-up day, and the trash truck had already picked up all the trash. All the cans were empty, which was a good thing. A four-year-old little boy has no business looking at dirty magazines.

From that point on, my life took a drastic turn in the wrong direction. I have a brother that was thirteen months older than me, and it seemed like from that day going forward, we began to fight almost every day about anything and everything. He began to tease me about my bedwetting problem, and I began to hate him for being so mean to me all the time. By the time I entered kindergarten, I had a very bad attitude, and I was one rowdy little dude from battling with my brother constantly. I was so full of hate and anger and stubbornness that at five years old, I could not stand for anybody to tell me what to do. In kindergarten, we were separated into two groups. My best friend who lived in my dad’s trailer park was in one group, and I was in the other, so every day we rode the school bus together. When we got there, I would go to his group, and the teachers would have to fight with me to go to the other side of the classroom to my group of kids, but being the stubborn little kid that I was, I used to argue with them all the time because I wanted to be in my friends group so I could hang out with him all day.

I was constantly disrupting class with my little tantrums, and then to make matters worse, toward the end of the school year, a new girl moved to town, and they put her in the other group also. She reminded me of that girl that I had seen in Playboy. They had similar features, same color of eyes and hair. I guess you could say I had an immediate crush on her.

Yvette was a very friendly and outgoing girl. One day when the teacher had led us out for recess, everybody went outside to play. I had to go to the restroom so I was the last one to go outside. Most of the kids were playing at the swings and slides, but a few of them, including Yvette, were at the back of the school, so I went over there to see what they were doing. As I walked up to them, Yvette was telling Randal, I will show you mine if you show me yours. They both agreed, and Yvette pulled up her dress and pulled down her underwear. Randal pulled out his pecker. I immediately thought to myself, Wow, I love you, Yvette . This is my kind of girl. As I started to unzip my pants to join the show-and-tell, Selina started yelling, I’m going to tell the teacher on you guys, and she took off running. Everybody that was there all got scared, and they all took off running to the playground area. I stood there thinking to myself, Selina, you stupid little girl, what are you doing? This show is just getting started.

The following week, I followed Yvette to the restrooms, and we played I-will-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours. We both just stood there giggling at each other. We were only five years old and didn’t have a clue what we were doing. A month later was the last week of school. I had given my teachers such a hard time through the school year that on the last day, she gave me a certificate for being the most stubborn kid to ever grace the hallowed halls of Puerto de Luna Kindergarten. I’m probably the only kid in America to receive an actual certificate, an award, for being the most stubborn kid to graduate from kindergarten. I kept that certificate until my mom threw it away when I was in high school. She said that was something you should not be proud of, and she was right. It was something that I was ashamed of.

The summers in Santa Rosa were always fun. In the city of natural lakes, there were plenty of places to go swimming and fishing. My dad taught all of us at a very young age the value of a dollar. There were always plenty of chores to do around the trailer park like picking up trash, pulling the weeds, and mowing the grass, but he always made sure we had time to be a kid and have plenty of fun too. One afternoon he took the whole family to brush dam for a picnic and to go swimming. While everyone was swimming, I had wandered off toward the waterfall by myself. I slipped on a rock and fell into the deep part of the water, and the waterfall suck me under. As I began to drown, my dad had just happened to see me when I fell in the water. He was probably a good thirty-five or forty yards away. He came running and jumped into the waterfall searching for me and pulled me out just in time. The devil had come to me at an early age to try and break up the plan that God had for my life. Satan knew that God had a special plan for me, and that’s why I believe he would continue to attack me and try to disrupt God’s plan all through my life.

(I was involved in three separate car accidents in my twenties, anyone of them could have taken my life, yet I walked away from all three without a scratch.)

The following year my dad bought a new standup freezer. My elder sister and I took the box outside and were rolling down the hill in front of our house when a truck came driving down the street. The truck drove over the box and broke my sister’s leg, and the lower control arm on the truck hit my head and gave me a scar that I still have to this day. The man that ran us over heard us scream, and that’s the only reason why he stopped the truck. Had he driven the truck over the box six inches to the other direction, he would’ve ran right over my head, and I wouldn’t be here today, but by the grace of God, he stopped the truck just in time, and we’re pulled out from underneath and taken to the hospital. My sister had to get a cast on her leg, and I received approximately five stitches in my head.

In Santa Rosa, when I was growing up, you had two schools to choose from: public