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Rev. John Doroski - HF, Angelic, Ancestor Intercessions

God & the Metaphysical World's Intercession- Part 1
Brother John Doroski’s Testimony of a Life Experience in a Messianic Movement

I joined God in building the Kingdom of Heaven on earth in 1970.


Actually, that’s not true. I joined Him even earlier in 1955. I was then 7 years old.

I was born on January 3rd, 1948, Jesus birthday (according to recent historic revelation), in a cool looking hospital in Greenport, NY and lived until the age 4 in Cutchogue, about a mile from my grandparents potato farms.

God and metaphysical phenomena entered my life at a very young age, preparing me to understand, find, and work with a historic movement determined to build an Ideal World; One Global Caring Family of Humankind. While working with this movement, I have been protected and I have been empowered in my activities by metaphysical spiritual forces which so many times have saved my physical life and forewarned me of future events, for my protection. I have traveled to the ends of the earth for my Father in Heaven "Will of Heart" to be substantilized in Human Culture, having worked in 23 different nations as a missionary. I have seen things that continue to amaze me and hope this sharing can empower others in their life experience. A few of these metaphysical intercessions I attribute to God, others to Angels and my ancestors whom I often can feel and sometimes see around me.

My spiritual journey began when I was 4 years old. My mother told me that, while standing on the second step of the outside entrance to our basement, a strong wind blew the metal door shut over me. My father panicked, thinking I had been killed. Fearing the worst, he opened the door and found me standing, untouched, with a very bright spiritual light around my head. He thought, “There must be something unusual and religious concerning my son.”

When I was 7 years old, during my Confirmation Ceremony in the Catholic Church, I had a transforming experience. My view of reality changed at the very moment I heard the priest say that I was a soldier of God. It touched the core of my being as true. I was God’s soldier! It was then I felt the calling to a quest that continues even to today—to build God’s Kingdom on Earth.

Around the age of 10, my spiritual senses became heightened and I started receiving much of what has come to be called The Divine Principle, a core set of principles that are common to all religions and groundbreaking insights to answer the questions religious scholars have not been able to answer. I received, through spiritual or telepathic means, ideas like: the building of “One Family Under God,” beyond race, religion and nationalities, that not only Catholics were going to heaven; that purity had been lost and needed to be regained to set things right; that it was our responsibility to build God’s kingdom, not God’s; that the cycle of sin, repentance, forgiveness and sin again had to be froken; that humans were created as Divine Children of God, not wretched sinners; and that Catholic Priest and Nuns should be marrying each other and that Jesus should have had a family. Thinking back, it seems to me these ideas or understanding should have been developing in 100s of thousands of people globally because many people on the earth were also receiving these thoughts "spiritually" in preparation for the coming of Christ's Kingdom on Earth. Connected with the receiving of the Divine Principle, I later learned that an oriental man usually surrounded by a brillant light had been appearing in many people's dreams across the world and his teachings were being broadcast from the invisible spirit world by angels and ancestors who were communicating with their beloved still living in the physical world.

Although I was raised in a small, white, American Catholic town, I became consumed with the thought that all the races were my real brothers and sisters, all religions were part of God’s plan, and that I had a world level mission. One time, I received a vision of an ideal city in the mountains of Asia. For about six

years, I focused on building my “ideal world” in the center of a swamp lake near my home, determined to create a "Holy Place" away from the evil and sin of the world's people. I carted lumber from a dump about a mile away and built a hut, a tower, birdhouses, lawn, and protective fencing--all this from the muck and garbage of others. Most of my non-school time was focused on making my dream a reality. Even some friends caught my vision and helped me with the work whenever they could. Over time I have come to understand that this was God preparing me for when I would become a messianic missionary years later and gather disciples for building a "New World"- a New Culture"- "Heaven on Earth".
In my early teen years, I delivered newspapers to both the poor and rich areas of my town. I believe my guardian angels used this time to prepare and educate me for my life’s calling. My father, who survived the depression years on a farm, taught me the importance of working and saving all my money to pay my way through college and secure a lucrative job so I could have financial stability and happiness. God, however, had different plans for me and had to change my learned perspectives and value system taught to me.

For example, one day during my newspaper deliveries, I stopped by a poor black woman’s home to collect the weekly subscription pay.  She invited me into her home. As I was waiting for her to get the money, "the spirit world" told me to take notice of this woman’s ear-to-ear smile, her kindness and her determined effort to gather up enough change to pay me. It was also brought to my attention that her home was in serious need of repair and she didn’t have much food on her kitchen shelves, but that inspite of her material poverty, she was so happy and pleasant a person.

Later, in another neighborhood when I knocked on the door of a very wealthy home to collect the weekly subscription pay, a white man opened it with a grouchy frown on his face. In a rough voice he yelled, “I have no money. Come back next week!” and slammed the door in my face. For years thereafter, my guiding spirit teachers played these 2 scenes in my mind about how the poor are often so happy in spite of their poverty, and the rich are so unhappy, even though they are wealthy. .

This was a very important lesson for my future mission and to counter my America's cultural and education emphasis on economic security and the persuit of materialism for happiness, especially since I ended up studying in college how to make, manage and invest money. 

Also, during my teen years, my guiding angels taught me what “true love” was. They brought to my attention how most “lovers” ended up in misery and their marriages ended up in divorce over years of investment or endurance of each other for the sake of their children; this was in spite of having thought their love was special and different from everyone else’s in their initial romance years together and that "they" would not end up like everyone else around them.

At the age of 16, I was shown that I would have to go a different path than everyone else was walking to find a wife and obtain true lasting love. I came to understand that it was much wiser to not persue a romantic love that was like lighting newspaper, that burned intense, quickly and then exhausted itself, but that true love was like lighting coal or petrified wood; that it would take the persistent focused application of spiritual principles.

Thus, heaven prepared me to not surcome to romantic love to find a wife, but to use logic and spiritual principles to obtain true love and a true spouse. The first deep lesson my spirit guides taught me while I was in meditative thought was the logic that if I had a beloved fiancee who changed and decided they needed someone else other than me, that if that person would make her happier and more fulfilled, I should let her go, preferring "her happiness" over mine, if I actually loved her. This lesson prepared me for my messianic movement's philosophy that, True Love is preferring the benefit of others or living for the sake of others and in marriage one is first a spiritual teacher, father, friend to one's wife and not a receiver of romance and selfcentered love for himself.

My ancestors, thus prepared me for the course I would have to undergo to become qualified for and to find a bride spiritually aware and living by universal core principles herself.

With the inner teaching I had already "received" in High School I was not really interested in girls but was really into sports: basketball, medium distant running and pole vaulting; my relay team did win medals. I mastered sking with one ski but just could not get the hang of barefoot sking and broke a few ribs fliping end over end when stepping off onto water surfaces. I spent my summers fishing with my father, heavy into water sports and most summers working two jobs to save for college. One summer I even work three jobs, getting up at 4 AM to prepare boats for rentors, driving a truck during the day and busing tables in a local restaurant in the evenings.
The best fishing times with my father was trolling in evening magnificant sunsets for bass; whipping bluefish with every cast of the pole into our boat because of us being surrounded by jumping schools of madly feeding fish; and paddling a boat in total darkness on crystal still lagoons with a lanturn in the front and spearing fish and eels we could see along the bottom. I was very previledged growing up on the end of Long Island with the beauty of God's created nature all around me and often I could feel His presence.
My dad bought a 1948 army jeep to train me how to drive. We painted it canary yellow and with a baby blue top. I learned to drive bumping trees in the woods and doing spins on beaches. Once I went over a cliff with it because of driving too close but a force beyond seem to protect me for there was a giant rock in the side of the 50 foot bank, precisely at the this location that stopped the jeep. I can now understand there were both good and evil spiritual forces battling to guide my hands on the steering wheel; one trying to kill me and the other saving me.
My dad was a real good dad. His father died when he was 1 year old and his mother had to run a large farm and also take care of 9 children. She was one tough woman. She lived to be 101, explained to me how she would have to massage her stiff limbs for two hours before she could work in her gardens during her elderly years and was famous for chasing two thiefs out of her house and beating them with a broom at the age of 92.
My dad never had a father to model in raising our family. He lived a tough life growing up and worked very hard to carve out a living for us. He was very strong in discipline and this created in me a tough character. As Divine Principle shares, each secessive generation should try to improve on the previous. I strive to be as good as and better than my father was. My mother is so special and really practices serving everyone, especially to my children she invests so much.
I grew up in a paradise on the end of Long Island and developed a deep love for nature. God often spoke to me in the beauty of his creation. Sometimes I seemed to feel the presence of Indians in spirit form paddlying their canoes.

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