In 1951 when I was seven years old, my grandmother saw a vision of Christ on the altar of the church while my sister and I were sitting in the audience. Later the same night while I was sleeping, I saw a vision of a golden stairway going up to heaven, like the one described in Genesis 28: 12. When I told Grandmother about it, she told the elders of the Pentecostal Church about both of the visions, hers and mine, and they must have decided to contact someone in the U.S. government about the matter, since the connection between the two visions could possibly turn out to be the gift of prophesy at some time in the future. Then apparently the Federal Bureau of Investigation became interested and then organized an entire book project, while looking ahead at the future of my life. And somehow the FBI agents invited devils to help them plan the events in the project. They may have spoken to my grandmother about me, and since she had been plagued by devils at times, they could have volunteered to persecute me at that point. Before I go any further, I must explain the theology involved here.