My South African friends in Los Angeles have a daughter, Sarina, whom I have known since she was 2 years old. Sarina invited me to her wedding in Boston on 24 August 2019. Much as I wanted to go, I knew it would be impossible. The US government would never let me in, given my history as a law breaker. I promised Sarina that I would try to find a way to make amends for my past to the US government. This proved to be impossible. There was nothing else for it but to bite the bullet and apply for a visa which would cost a significant amount of money – money that would not be refunded if the visa was declined. And I was so sure it would be.
I filled out the application form online, shaking all the while. I was totally honest about my past and my reasons for outstaying my welcome – namely to get my ministerial qualification which I could not get anywhere else in the world. But I knew that as I wrote my answers to the questions on the form, I might, indeed, be officially rejected from the USA forever.
I submitted the form and called to make the appointment for a visa interview. The earliest option was at the end of April, a few days before my departure on a 2-month trip overseas. To prepare for my interview, I gathered supporting letters from various people in my world who could vouch for the fact that I had compelling reasons to return to S. Africa, if I was allowed to re-enter the USA.
My psychic friend, Ayleen, had a strong sense that I would get my visa and so on the day of the interview, I went to the US Embassy in Joburg with a lot of optimism. I was sure that I would walk away that day with a clear answer of Yes or No. I was completely wrong about that.
The young female embassy official behind the glass window asked me lots of questions and typed furiously for about 5 minutes as I answered her. At the end of that exercise, without asking to see any of my fabulous supporting letters, she told me my visa had been declined but I could submit my passport for additional administrative processing. I went away so discouraged: it would be at least another 10 -12 weeks before I got the final answer. But a lot was about to happen in that 10 – 12 weeks.
The most important thing was my trip to Egypt with Agape during which we had the special privilege of 2 x private meditations with Rev. Michael Beckwith and his brother, Akili Beckwith, in the King’s Chamber of the Great Pyramid. On the last day, before entering the Pyramid for our final sunset meditation, I approached Rev. Michael Beckwith and asked him if he would pray for me to get my visa so that I could come back to America both for my friend’s wedding and also to be with the Agape community again in LA. He quickly went off into another dimension and in a split second came back to me and said “IT IS DONE!”. I was satisfied with that and in no way expected that he would bring up my prayer request in the King’s Chamber and ask the entire Agape group of 68 people to pray with me for my visa!! Wow, I could not have asked for more cosmic energy to accompany me in this process of ending my sense of separation from my good!
When I got back to South Africa from Egypt at the end of June, I called the US Embassy to find out about the procedure for submitting my passport. I had to take it to an approved DHL courier office from where it would get shipped overnight to the US Embassy. Along with my passport, I submitted my stack of supporting letters, knowing that they might be tossed in the bin but hoping that they might help to change the outcome.
A few days later at Soul Home, I was speaking about worshipping false idols and the human belief that something or someone out there has something which we don’t have within ourselves. We worship money, celebrities, thin bodies, fast cars and none of them has the power to give us the connection to the Divine within that we are really seeking. I used the example of my visa as a false idol which was based on the belief that I was not free unless I had my visa and could freely enter the USA.
A few days later, still feeling quite despondent and hopeless, I noticed on the US government website that I might have to wait for up to 6 months before getting a result and that result could still be negative. I decided to stop waiting. I would simply do my inner work to remove any mental or emotional blockages to my freedom.
And then I checked my emails. To my surprise, there was an email from the US Embassy in which I was told that my passport had been dispatched to the DHL office for me to collect. That meant that a decision had been made. But what was it? I called the Embassy and was told to track the process of my visa on their tracking system. When I did that I saw this.
My visa had been issued!!!!!
Wow!! I cried. But how long was it for? No one could tell me. I was still negative. Probably it was for the minimum length of time, I thought. Probably only 30 days. Maybe 3 months maximum. I went pick it up the next day, so excited to see that visa sticker in my passport.
Denise, the lovely DHL staff member who served me, fetched my envelope from the back office and told me to check all the contents carefully. Sometimes there were mistakes, she said. When I saw my visa sticker, I went weak at the knees and nearly fainted. I thought there must, indeed, have been a mistake. 10 YEARS MULTIPLE ENTRY!!
Denise told me not to faint. She did not want to pick me up off the floor.
“I can’t believe I got 10 years” I said and stared at my visa sticker in amazement.
“Yes, they must really like you” she said. “Hardly anyone gets 10 years these days.” She went on to say “God is good” and “Anything is possible when you believe”.
Denise at DHL in Sandton, Johannesburg
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Author of “The Sex Goddess: Debunking the Mythology of God & Sex”
“The Miracles of Earth are the Laws of Heaven” – Johann Richter