That same night, the same hour that Jesus appeared above the mosque in Thran, millions of Bushia Muslims around the world were experiencing encounters with him.

In Kum, the holy city where I was born, I saw an elderly Ayatollah asleep in his home near the seminary.

Jesus appeared to him in his room, not in a dream, but physically present.

The old man woke up, saw Jesus standing there, and instead of fear, I saw his face filled with recognition and relief as if he had been waiting his whole life for this moment.

He got out of bed, fell on his knees, and said, “I knew it.

” I always knew there was something more.

In Mashad, at the shrine of Imam Raza, where millions make pilgrimage every year, I saw a young woman praying at the tomb.

She was weeping, begging for help with a sick child.

Suddenly, Jesus appeared beside her in the crowded shrine, visible only to her.

He touched her shoulder and she turned and looked into his face.

I could not hear what he said to her, but I saw her expression change from desperation to peace, from confusion to understanding.

She whispered, “You are real.

You are God.

In Iraq, in the holy cities of Najaf and Karbala, where the great imams are buried, where millions of Shia pilgrims come from across the world, I saw the same thing happening.

Jesus appearing to people during their prayers, during their pilgrimages, in their homes, in their cars, at their workplaces.

Not to everyone, but to millions.

Some saw him with their physical eyes like the Ayatollah in Gome.

Some encountered him in dreams so vivid and real that they woke up knowing it was more than a dream.

Some heard his voice speaking to them while they were fully awake, calling them by name, telling them he loved them, inviting them to follow him.

And it was not just in Iran and Iraq.

I saw the same encounters happening in Lebanon among the Shia communities there in Bahrain and Kuwait and Saudi Arabia’s eastern province where Shia minorities lived in Pakistan and India and Afghanistan in London and Dearbornne and Toronto and Sydney.

Everywhere the Shia diaspora had spread across the world.

The encounters were all different but carried the same message.

Jesus identifying himself not as the prophet Isa but as the son of God.

Jesus showing his scars.

Jesus declaring that he died and rose again.

Jesus calling people to turn from Islam and follow him.

And I saw the responses.

Some people accepted immediately falling to their knees in surrender then praying to receive him as Lord and Savior right there in the moment.

Some resisted terrified of what it would cost them.

trying to explain it away as a satanic deception, trying to hold on to their Islamic faith.

Some ran to their imams and religious leaders demanding explanations, asking how this could be happening.

But the wave had started and I could see that it was not going to stop.

This was not a small movement.

This was not a handful of isolated conversions.

This was millions of people across the Shia world experiencing supernatural encounters with Jesus Christ all at once.

Jesus showed me what would happen in the weeks and months following that night.

I saw the Iranian government scrambling to respond to the appearance above Musalah Mosque.

The Supreme Leader calling emergency meetings with the Supreme Council, not intelligence services, trying to confiscate videos and arrest people who were spreading them.

But the videos were already everywhere, uploaded to platforms faster than they could be blocked.

State television trying to declare it a mass hallucination caused by American technology.

Psychological warfare from the West.

The Grand Muy of Iran issuing a fatwa declaring that anyone who claimed Jesus was God was an apostate who must repent or face execution.

But the official responses felt desperate and hollow because too many people had seen too many witnesses, too much evidence.

You cannot deny what millions experienced simultaneously.

I saw thousands then hundreds of thousands then millions of Shia Muslims publicly declaring faith in Jesus Christ.

They were doing it despite the danger, despite knowing they could be arrested, tortured or killed.

Families were converting together.

Underground house churches were forming across Iran.

former mosques in areas where entire neighborhoods had converted were being quietly transformed into Christian meeting places.

Ayatollah and religious scholars who had encountered Jesus were beginning to teach about him using their knowledge of Islamic texts to show as other Muslims how the Quran itself pointed to Jesus’s supremacy.

How Muhammad’s own words in the hadith acknowledged Jesus’s unique role.

These former Islamic leaders became the most effective evangelists because they knew exactly what arguments Muslims would raise and exactly how to answer them from both the Bible and the Quran.

I saw the persecution that came with this great harvest.

The revolutionary guard raiding homes and arresting new believers, but Evan prison filling with Christians, many of them former Muslims.

public executions of converts who refused to recent, families disowning children who accepted Jesus.

But I also saw something remarkable.

The persecution was not stopping the movement.

It was accelerating it.

Every martyr created 10 more seekers.

Every testimony of someone choosing death rather than denying Jesus convinced others that this faith must be real must be worth dying for.

The blood of the martyrs was becoming the seed of the church just as it had been in the first centuries of Christianity.

Jesus showed me specific signs that would appear before 2026.

So that when I went back and told people what I had seen, they would be able to watch for these signs and know that the vision was true.

You know, he showed me an increase in dreams and visions among Muslims that was already beginning to happen even now in 2024.

He told me to tell people to search online for testimonies of Muslims dreaming of Jesus, that they would find thousands of accounts from across the Islamic world, and that these accounts would multiply dramatically as 2026 approached.

He showed me political changes that would happen in Iran, specific events I cannot fully describe here because they have not occurred yet and speaking to specifically could endanger people.

He showed me technological developments that would make the 20 26 appearance impossible to fake.

advances in video authentication and artificial intelligence detection that would allow experts to verify that what happened above Mosala Mosque was not computerenerated imagery or holographic projection but an actual supernatural event.

He showed me natural phenomena, unusual weather patterns, and astronomical events that would occur in the months before Ramadan 2026.

Things that Iranian moolas would try to interpret as signs supporting Islam.

But that would actually be God’s way of preparing the ground for what was coming.

He showed me diplomatic events, specific meetings between world leaders, changes in international relations that would seem unrelated but were actually part of God’s sovereign plan to ensure that when Jesus appeared, the whole world would be watching Iran.

I cannot share all these signs in detail because I am in hiding and speaking to specifically would help the Iranian intelligence services narrow down my location or the location of the people helping me.

But those who truly seek will recognize these signs as they unfold.

They will see the pieces falling into place exactly as Jesus showed me.

and they will know that 20 26 is really coming.

Then Jesus asked me the question that everything had been building toward.

He extended his scarred hand toward me and said, “Hassan, do you receive my grace? Do you believe that I died for your sins and rose from the dead? Do you trust me as your Lord and Savior? Will you confess me before others no matter what it costs you? Will you go back to Iran and tell them what you have seen? I knew what he was asking.

I knew what my answer would cost.

If I said yes, if I accepted Jesus and went back to tell others, I would lose everything.

My position as Grand Ayatollah would be gone instantly.

The title I had worked decades to achieve, the respect I had earned through years of scholarship, the authority I wielded in religious circles, all of it would be destroyed the moment I declared Jesus as Lord.

My family would reject me.

Zara, my wife of 35 years, would divorce me under Islamic law because apostasy breaks the marriage contract.

My children would disown me to protect their own reputations and positions.

My grandchildren would be taught to forget I existed.

My safety would be forfeit.

The Iranian government does not tolerate high-profile conversions from Islam to Christianity, especially not from someone at my level.

They would declare me an apostat.

They would issue a death sentence.

If they could capture me, they would either force me to publicly recant or they would execute me.

Even if I escaped Iran, I would spend the rest of my life in hiding.

Unable to return to my home, unable to see my family, unable to visit my father’s grave in Kum or pray at the mosques where I had spent my entire life.

Everything I had built over 58 years would be annihilated in a moment.

The cost could not have been higher.

But I had seen the truth.

I had stood before Jesus Christ and known beyond any possibility of doubt that he was God.

I had seen the scars in his hands that proved he had been crucified.

I had experienced his love even though I deserved his judgment.

I had been offered grace I could never earn.

How could I reject that? How could I choose my reputation over truth? my comfort over eternity, my temporary life over his eternal kingdom.

I looked at Jesus at his face that held both perfect holiness and perfect love.

And I said, “Yes, I believe.

I believe you are the son of God.

I believe you died for my sins.

I believe you rose from the dead.

I receive your grace.

I confess you as my Lord and Savior.

Send me back.

I will tell them everything.

I will warn them about 2026.

I will call them to come to you.

I will do it no matter what it costs me.

Jesus smiled and the joy in his face was worth more than everything I was about to lose.

He said, “Then go Hassan.

Return to your body.

Return to your life.

Return to Iran.

And remember, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.

You will not be alone.

I will give you words to speak.

I will give you courage when you are afraid.

I will sustain you through everything that is coming.

Trust me.

He reached out and touched my chest.

And the moment his hand made contact, everything exploded into light.

The return to my body was the most excruciating physical experience of my existence.

For 72 hours, my soul had been separated from my flesh, existing in a spiritual realm where there was no pain, no physical limitation.

Now I was being forced back into a body that had been lying still for 3 days.

A body whose systems had been barely functioning, whose muscles had not moved, whose lungs had been breathing only shallow mechanical breaths.

It felt like being crushed and stretched at the same time.

Like every cell in my body was screaming in protest, like my soul was being stuffed back into a container that was too small and too damaged to hold it.

The pain was total and overwhelming.

And then suddenly, I gasped.

A huge, desperate gulp of air, and my eyes flew open.

The hospital room came into focus slowly.

bright fluorescent lights above me, white ceiling tiles, the smell of disinfectant and medicine, the sound of monitors beeping frantically as they registered my sudden return to consciousness.

I tried to move my hand and felt the pull of an IV line.

I tried to speak, but my throat was raw and dry.

A nurse who had been standing near the window checking something on her tablet must have heard my gasp because she spun around looked at me and screamed.

She ran out of the room shouting in Persian, “He is awake.

Dr.

Ahmadi, he’s awake.

The Grand Ayatollah is awake.

” Within seconds, the room filled with people.

Dr.

Ahmadi pushed through uh grabbed my wrist to check my pulse manually even though the monitors were already showing my heartbeat.

He shown a light in my eyes, asked me if I knew my name, asked me if I knew where I was.

I tried to answer but could only whisper, who ordered immediate tests, calling for nurses to prepare equipment, barking instructions about brain scans and blood work.

My family arrived within minutes of the news that I was awake.

Zara came running into the room with tears streaming down her face.

She grabbed my hand, pressing it against her cheek, thanking Allah over and over for performing a miracle.

My sons, Hammed and Ali, stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me like they were seeing a ghost.

My daughter, Mariam, was weeping openly.

Even Javad, my youngest, who was usually so composed, had tears in his eyes.

They surrounded the bed touching me.

Asking me questions I was too weak to answer.

Zara kept saying, “You came back to us.

Allah brought you back.

We prayed and he answered.

” Every time she said Allah’s name, something twisted inside me because I knew the truth.

It had not been Allah who brought me back.

Allah had not been there at all.

It was Jesus.

Jesus Christ had sent me back.

And I knew I would have to tell them and it would destroy everything.

Dr.

Amadi kept me in the hospital for two more weeks running every test available.

Brain scans showed no damage.

My cognitive function was perfect.

Blood work came back completely normal.

neurological exams showed no deficits.

He brought in specialists from other hospitals who examined me and reviewed my case files.

Every single one of them said the same thing.

What happened was medically impossible.

No one remains in an unresponsive state for 72 hours with no underlying cause and then wakes up with zero complications.

Dr.

Amadi held a press conference and told the media that my recovery was a medical miracle, that there was no scientific explanation for what had occurred.

The news coverage was massive.

Every channel in Iran reported the story.

The Grand Ayatollah who had fallen into a mysterious sleep and awakened after 3 days with no brain damage, no physical problems, completely restored.

Religious leaders across the country called it proof of Allah’s favor, a sign that I was beloved by God, chosen for some special purpose.

But I could not celebrate.

I could not accept their praise or their explanations because I knew what had really happened.

And I knew I had been sent back with a mission.

I had to tell them the truth that I had to warn them about 2026.

I had to call them to Jesus no matter what it would cost me.

The first person I told was Aara.

It was late at night, about 10 days after I had awakened.

The hospital had moved me to a private room away from the ICU.

Most of the medical staff had gone home.

Zara was sitting in the chair beside my bed like she had every night, sometimes dozing, sometimes reading Quran quietly.

I watched her for a long time before I spoke, memorizing her face, knowing this might be one of the last peaceful moments we would ever have together.

Finally, I said, “Zara, I need to tell you something.

Something that happened while I was unconscious.

something I saw.

She looked up from her Quran with a gentle smile and said, “You had visions.

Allah showed you paradise.

” I shook my head slowly and said, “No, I did not see Allah.

” I did not see paradise as we have been taught.

I saw something else, someone else.

I need to tell you everything and I need you to listen until I am finished before you say anything.

Her smile faded.

Something in my voice must have warned her that what was coming would not be what she expected.

Over the next hour, I told her everything.

The presence in my study, the pull away from my body, the journey to the judgment hall, the exposure of my sins, meeting Jesus Christ, seeing his scars, the vision of 2026, the choice he gave me, my decision to receive his grace and return to warn others.

I watched her face change as I spoke.

At first there was confusion, then concern, then horror, then something that looked like grief.

When I finished there was a long silence.

Zara was staring at me like I was a stranger.

Finally, she spoke that and her voice was shaking.

She said, “You cannot say these things, Hassan.

You cannot.

Do you understand what you are saying? You are claiming that Jesus is God.

You are denying Islam.

You are denying everything we have built our lives on.

They will kill you for this.

The government will declare you an apostate.

They will execute you.

And if they do not kill you, they will destroy you.

They will strip you of your title.

They will take everything from us.

Our family will be shamed.

Our children will be ruined.

You cannot do this.

I reached for her hand, but she pulled away.

I said, “Zara, I am not telling you what I think or what I believe.

I am telling you what I saw.

I stood before Jesus Christ.

I looked into his face.

I saw the scars from his crucifixion.

I know he is God.

I cannot deny what I experienced.

I cannot lie about it.

I have to tell people what is coming in 2026.

” I have to warn them.

Zara stood up abruptly, knocking over the chair.

Her voice rose, no longer shaking, but filled with something between anger and desperation.

She said, “What about me? What about our children? What about our grandchildren? What about the 35 years we have spent together? Does none of that matter to you? Are you willing to throw all of it away for this? For a vision that was probably caused by your brain being oxygen deprived,” I said quietly.

It was not oxygen deprivation.

It was real, more real than anything I have experienced in physical life.

And yes, I know what it will cost.

I know I am losing you.

I know I am losing our children.

I know I am losing everything.

But what about my soul, Zara? What about truth? I have lived 58 years in deception.

That I have led millions of people away from Jesus.

I cannot continue that no matter what it costs me.

She stared at me for a long moment, tears running down her face.

And then she said something that broke my heart.

She said, “I do not know who you are anymore.

” And she walked out of the room.

I told my children next one by one over the following days.

Hamemed, my eldest son, who had followed in my footsteps and become a religious scholar himself, was furious.

He shouted at me that I was destroying everything our family had built, that I was bringing shame on our name, that our ancestors would curse me for betraying Islam.

He said, “You are not my father anymore.

” And he left.

Ali, who worked for the Revolutionary Guard, was colder.

He did not shout.

He simply told me that if I went public with this apostasy that he would not be able to protect me.

He said, “I love you, but I love Allah and the Islamic Republic more.

If you do this, you become an enemy of the state and I will treat you as such.

” Then he left and I have not seen him since.

Mariam, my daughter, cried and begged me to recant, to say I had been confused, to claim the experience was just a hallucination.

She said, “Please, Baba, please just say it was not real.

Say you were sick.

We can fix this if you just say the right words.

” But I could not.

I told her I loved her, but I could not deny Jesus.

She wept and left.

Only Javad, my youngest, responded differently.

He sat quietly while I told him everything.

And when I finished, he did not argue or shout or cry.

He just said, “I do not understand this, Baba.

I do not know what to do with what you are telling me.

But I have seen your face since you woke up.

Something changed you.

You look different.

You sound different.

I do not think you are lying or confused.

I think you experienced something real.

And I cannot hate you for following what you believe is truth.

I do not know if I can follow you.

I am not ready to leave Islam, but I will not abandon you completely.

It was the smallest comfort, but it was something.

Three of my four children had rejected me, but Javad kept a thread of connection, and I thanked God for that mercy.

The hospital released me after 2 weeks.

I returned home to find that Zara had already moved many of her belongings to our daughter’s house.

She filed for divorce within days which Islamic law permitted since I had committed apostasy by accepting Jesus.

The clerical establishment in Kum began distancing themselves from me.

Colleagues who had worked with me for decades stopped returning my calls.

The office I had operated from in Thran received orders from the Ministry of Intelligence to suspend all my activities pending an investigation into my mental state.

I was not officially arrested, but I was not free either.

I was under house arrests, passport confiscated, banned from giving any public lectures or sermons, forbidden from publishing anything.

Two intelligence agents were stationed outside my home watching everyone who came and went.

But I could not stay silent.

I had been sent back with a mission and I had promised Jesus I would fulfill it no matter the cost.

3 weeks after my release from the hospital, I sent word through Javad to some of my former students that I wanted to meet with them.

About 40 people gathered at a private home in West Theran on a Friday afternoon.

These were men who had studied under me, who respected me, who had come out of loyalty or curiosity to hear what I had to say.

I stood before them in that small living room and I told them everything.

I told them about the supernatural sleep.

I told them about meeting Jesus.

I told them about the vision of 2026.

I told them that Jesus Christ would appear above Mosal Mosque during Ramadan 2026 visible to everyone calling Iranians to himself.

I told them that Islam was false, that Muhammad had been deceived, that the Quran was not from God, that only Jesus could save them.

The reaction was immediate chaos.

Half the men in the room stood up shouting.

Some calling me a blasphemer, some calling me insane, some just shouting in confusion and anger.

The other half sat in stunn silence, their faces showing shock and disbelief.

But I kept speaking, raising my voice over the noise.

I said, “You have known me for years.

You know I am not mentally unstable.

You know, I am not someone who makes claims lightly.

I am telling you what I saw.

I am warning you what is coming.

And I am begging you to seek Jesus now before 2026 to ask him to reveal himself to you the way he revealed himself to me because when he appears above that mosque, you will have to make a choice and it will be too late to prepare.

Several men walked out, but several stayed, and I saw in their faces something I recognized, doubt, questions, the same questions I had suppressed for years.

Maybe my testimony had planted seeds that would grow later.

Within hours, word reached the authorities about what I had said.

That night, agents from the Ministry of Intelligence came to my home and arrested me.

They took me to Evan Prison, the notorious detention facility in northern Thran where political prisoners and religious dissidents are held.

I was interrogated for 3 days.

They wanted me to publicly recant.

They showed me prepared statements where I would claim that my experience had been a hallucination caused by medical trauma, that I remained a faithful Muslim, that I respected the Islamic Republic.

They told me that if I signed and read these statements on television, I could return to my life.

But if I refused, I would be charged with apostasy and executed.

I refused.

Uh, I told them I could not deny Jesus Christ even if it cost me my life.

I had seen him.

I knew he was Lord and I would rather die telling the truth than live promoting a lie.

They kept me in a for 10 days threatening me, showing me photos of my family and suggesting they could be harmed, trying psychological pressure when physical torture did not break me.

But something had changed in me since meeting Jesus.

The fear of death had lost its power.

I had stood before him and received his grace.

I knew where I would go when I died.

What could they threaten me with that was worse than eternal separation from God, which I had already been saved from.

Finally, they realized that executing me would create more problems than it solved.

uh highprofile execution of a grand ayatollah for converting to Christianity would draw international attention and might inspire others.

So they chose a different strategy.

They released me but spread the story that my brain had been damaged by the 72-hour coma, that I was mentally unstable, that my claims were the result of psychological trauma, not apostasy.

They thought discrediting me would be more effective than martyring me, but they could not control what had already been set in motion.

People at that meeting had recorded parts of what I said on their phones.

Within days, audio clips were circulating online.

Then someone recorded a longer testimony from me and uploaded it to platforms outside of Iran’s control.

The Iranian government tried to block it, tried to scrub it from the internet, but but it spread faster than they could delete it.

Thousands, then tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands of Iranians and Shia Muslims around the world watched grand ayat declaring that Jesus Christ was Lord and warning about 2026.

The reactions were exactly what I expected.

Some called me a traitor.

Some called me insane.

But others began saying, “What if he is telling the truth? What if Jesus really did appear to him? What if 2026 is really coming?” With Javad’s help and the help of an underground network of Iranian Christians who had heard my testimony and wanted to protect me, I escaped Iran.

I cannot tell you the details of how I left or where I am now because there are people actively searching for me.

Iranian intelligence has placed me on a wanted list.

There are elements within the regime who would rather see me dead than continuing to spread this message.

But I am alive.

I am safe for now.

And I am fulfilling the mission Jesus gave me.

I am recording this testimony.

I am warning everyone who will listen.

2026 is coming.

I have seen it.

And the signs Jesus showed me are already appearing.

Reports of Shia Muslims dreaming of Jesus have increased dramatically just in the last year.

If you search online, you will find testimonies from Iran, Iraq, Lebanon, from Shia communities all over the world.

People are dreaming of a man in white who calls them by name and tells them he is Jesus.

Political changes in Iran are unfolding exactly as I was shown.

Though I cannot detail them all here.

Technological developments are occurring that will make the 20 26 appearance impossible to dismiss as fake.

that everything is moving toward that moment when Jesus will stand in glory above Musula mosque and call an entire nation to himself.

So let me speak directly to you now whoever you are watching this.

If you are a Shia Muslim and you have been having dreams of Jesus, you are not crazy.

You are not being deceived by uh Satan.

Jesus is calling you.

He loves you.

What I saw in 2026 is for you.

The appearance above the mosque will be God’s final warning, his ultimate demonstration of love and power.

But you do not have to wait until then.

Seek Jesus now.

Get alone and pray.

Jesus, if you are real, if you are God, reveal yourself to me.

He will answer that prayer.

He answered it for me.

If you are a Christian, I want you to understand what God is doing.

The greatest harvest from the Shia Muslim world in history is beginning right now and will explode in 2026.

Millions will turn to Christ.

Pray for Iran.

Pray for Shia Muslims.

Support ministries that are reaching them.

Learn how to disciple people from Islamic backgrounds.

Prepare for the wave that is coming.

If you are someone who is uncertain about all of this, let me tell you what I learned.

I spent 58 years absolutely certain that Islam was truth.

I st my entire life on it.

I was as committed as anyone could be.

And I was completely wrong.

You do not have to wait 58 years to discover the truth.

You do not have to fall into a supernatural sleep for 72 hours.

Jesus is offering you right now the same choice he offered me.

You can try to earn your salvation through religious works and face judgment based on your imperfect deeds.

So you can receive his grace as a free gift purchased by his death on the cross.

I tried the first way for nearly six decades.

It led to nothing but guilt and fear.

The second way, grace through Jesus Christ gave me peace and forgiveness I could never earn.

Here is how you receive that grace.

We have all sinned.

Every human being falls short of God’s perfect standard.

Islam teaches that if your good deeds outweigh your bad, maybe Allah will let you into paradise.

But when I stood before absolute holiness, I learned that one sin is enough to separate us from God forever.

The standard is not balance.

It is perfection.

And none of us are perfect.

Jesus Christ is God who became human to do for us what we could never do for ourselves.

He lived the perfect life we could not live.

He died the death we deserve to die for our sins.

that he rose from the dead, proving he conquered sin and death.

Now he offers his perfection to anyone who will receive it.

Not based on what you do, but based on what he did.

You receive this gift through faith.

Pray right now out loud or in your heart.

Say, “Jesus, I am a sinner.

I cannot save myself.

I believe you died for my sins and rose from the dead.

I receive your grace.

I trust you as my Lord and Savior.

save me.

If you prayed that sincerely, you are saved right now.

Not because you earned it, but because Jesus paid for it.

Welcome to the family of God.

Now, I want to tell you about 2026.

It is coming whether people believe me or not.

Ramadan 2026 will begin in late February.

During the 15th night, Jesus Christ will appear in visible glory above Musa Mosque in Thran.

Millions will see him.

It will be broadcast live, but it will be recorded on thousands of phones.

The evidence will be undeniable, and every Shia Muslim will have to decide.

Will you acknowledge him as Lord or will you persist in rejecting him even after seeing him with your own eyes? Do not wait until that moment.

Prepare now.

Seek him now.

Because when he appears, the shock will be overwhelming and many will be too hardened to respond even to a miracle.

This testimony has already been banned in Iran.

It has been removed from multiple platforms.

Iranian intelligence is working to scrub it from the internet and to find me.

There is no guarantee this video will still exist tomorrow.

If you are watching it now, download it, share it everywhere.

Mhm.

And if what you have heard has stirred something in your soul that you cannot explain, leave one word in the in the comments, Jesus.

Now, because maybe this testimony found you for a reason.

Maybe you are supposed to be ready for 2026.

Maybe your encounter with Christ does not have to wait until he appears above that mosque.

Maybe it can happen today.

My name is Grand Ayatollah Muhammad Hassan Tabatabai.

I should have been the supreme leader of Iran, but I was passed over for politics.

I fell into a supernatural sleep for 72 hours.

I met Jesus Christ.

I saw the year 2026.

And I am telling you with everything in me, he is coming.

He is Lord.

He died for you.

He rose for you.

He loves you and he is calling you to himself right now.

Do not wait.

 

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