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Why would God choose me to live, to protect me again and again through ten near-death experiences that, by all human understanding, should have ended my life? This question has stayed deeply rooted in my soul. Was it grace, a calling, or a testimony that still needed to be told? At 120 km/h, in a head-on collision that should have been fatal, God decided otherwise. Against all odds, I awoke from days in a coma without broken bones, without brain damage, and speaking clearer than before, nothing less than a miracle. These experiences shaped my spiritual journey and compelled me to share my testimony. All information about my spiritual paperback books can be found under Printed Books on the main menu, and the most important book is “God Saved Me Ten Times from Death – Second Edition”, available in English and Afrikaans, in paperback and hardcover on Amazon.com. May God our Father bless you through this powerful testimony.
“Salome shares her powerful journey of miraculous healing from cancer.
Open her testimony below.”
Hi Johan. I learned so much during that year that I was sick. 2020 the covid year. Started with jaundice in Feb that year. Always wondered what I would do if I had to hear I only had a few months to live. I was born again and received my language and was baptized. I got baptized again after the time. Maybe I was too sick to be scared when death was pronounced over me was already in a wheelchair and burning thin. Was only diagnosed in May. I didn’t feel anything when the doctor said it. Just nodded. Did get my will right. There was a stent put in my bail duct colon and the yellow started to disappear. My work was notified of the cruel death sentence.
I just got light therapy to make me live a little longer. I was a little far from Jesus before that time. I didn’t read the Bible and prayed much. I concentrated too much on life and things. Then the devil thought he had me. I started listening to preachers and evangelists. For some reason I didn’t accept what I was being told and I started to dance before the Lord screaming at the devil, baptizing myself in the bath, taking communion 3 times a day. It was a terrible lonely time. I found peace in a warm bath of water when I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore. That was my go-to place where I found the Lord.
I imagined the hot water was His arms. I was in that hot water a lot. I fell asleep there and woke up in ice cold water. Fast forward a bit the horrible light chemo ended up putting me in the hospital more with infection and blood counts. Then I asked for a 4 week break early Nov. The oncologist told me then I couldn’t afford it and that’s when the Lord told me the devil is a sufferer. The thing in the bail duct column was 5cm. Never grew or shrank with chemo. Those 4 weeks off it was just me and my Lord and when I went back and got scanned it was gone. She couldn’t believe it but I knew. Went for 5 weeks of radiology. The stent was taken out after a year.
I had to take early retirement due to defeat. What I learned is never accept the disease. My body belongs to the Lord the devil has no place there. Fight him out and have complete faith. People can pray for you but if you have made that thing yours you have a problem. I can say so much more. Talk to you again later about gifts and my language seeks a little suffering and direction pleas
Aileen Brummer
I grew up in a broken home. My father was an alcoholic, and he physically and emotionally broke down my mother and my sister. He never physically assaulted me (to this day I do not know why), but he broke me down psychologically. He never wanted me.
At the age of 16, I decided I was done with school. I moved with my mother to Bethlehem, attended college for a short while, and then dropped out. While we were there, my mother met a man who later raped me. It was also there that I met my boyfriend at the time, who introduced me to drugs.
I never used drugs until the age of 25. It started with light party pills, then acid, then cocaine, then cat, and eventually crystal meth. I was trapped for a long time and never thought I would ever get out.
My boyfriend at that time almost shot me (God’s hand was over me). After that, we were involved in a serious car accident. He was driving the car (a Volvo) at 200 km/h. All I can remember is the fear, the anxiety, and one prayer I cried out to Jesus: “Please protect me.”
In the blink of an eye, we were in the light, that is all I remember. When I became aware again, the car had come to a stop. I climbed out of the car with three bruises and shock. The ambulance crew asked who had been sitting on the passenger side, and when I said it was me, they could not believe that I was alive. God’s grace was great toward me that day.
Years after the accident, and after an abusive relationship where I was treated as less than a floor cloth, my father became very ill and was admitted to hospital. On Sunday evening (19/06/2017), I took food to him. I was supposed to visit him again on Monday, but I lied and said I had to work late. In truth, we went to collect drugs.
In the early hours of the morning on 21/06/2017, around half past twelve, I received the call that my father had passed away. I still remember how my world collapsed in that moment. It felt as if I was standing in a tunnel and everything around me was falling apart from top to bottom I could actually see it happening.
I jumped up and begged, “Please take me to my father.” But my boyfriend turned around and said, “That won’t bring him back.”
Right there, it was as if scales fell from my eyes literally. I could see how wrong my life was and that this man did not love me. I could see that everything I was doing was meaningless.
I woke his mother, and she took me to the hospital. That morning, I lay on my father’s body and told him how sorry I was, sorry for everything, for all the pain I caused him, and for all the lies. That pain was so deep that I cannot describe it to anyone.
A few weeks after my father’s death, I made a decision that I would no longer use drugs. It was difficult. I was extremely tired and weak all the time, but that was it. I did not go to rehab. It was purely by God’s grace.
A year after my father’s death, I finally left that entire situation behind. It was absolutely terrifying. That man did not want to let me go and threatened my life and my family (another testimony), but I got out.
Much later, I met the people who had been praying for me during that time, people who trusted God to keep me safe.
Today, I have a wonderful husband, two beautiful children, and I have never looked back.
Pastor Daniel Ekechukwu
A Testimony of God’s Power and Grace.
In the early 2000s, a Nigerian pastor named Daniel Ekechukwu was involved in a serious motor vehicle accident. According to available reports, he was pronounced dead following an accident and his body was taken to a mortuary. Medical documentation and eyewitness accounts indicated that there were no signs of life.
His wife, however, refused to proceed with burial arrangements. Believing that God was not finished with her husband, she arranged for his body to be taken to a Christian evangelistic crusade led by evangelist Reinhard Bonnke of Christ for All Nations.
During prayer at the gathering, an extraordinary event occurred. Pastor Daniel showed signs of life and was later fully revived. This incident was witnessed by many and received international attention as a testimony of God’s supernatural intervention.
Following his recovery, Pastor Daniel shared personal accounts of being shown heaven and hell by an angel during the time he was dead. These experiences formed part of his testimony.
We affirm the following biblical truths:
- God has the power to give life where there is death
- God is able to perform miracles according to His sovereign will.
God is alive, powerful, and sovereign. May this testimony serve as a reminder that God is still at work.
George
ARMED ROBBERY AND PROPHESY REGARDING SOUTH AFRICA
A – THE CALMEST ARMED ROBBERY EVER
At 04h30 on 16 February 2006, I woke up as normal and walked to the kitchen. When I switched on the kitchen light, I looked down the barrels of three revolvers. My first response was to ask the three robbers: “how on earth did you get into the house?” (later, I found out that they came in by breaking the 8mm burglar bars in the lounge). At the same time, I saw that the one revolver was cocked and decided to do just what they told me to do.
I was ordered to go to the main bedroom. I turned around and walked back to my bedroom with the three robbers behind me. When we passed my daughter’s room, she was already awake, and they ordered her to follow me to the main bedroom. My wife was also awake and at first our little Yorkshire terrier went wild, and my wife had to grab him and press him to her chest to prevent him from biting the robbers. At first it looked like they would shoot our doggie, but eventually they told my wife to lock him in the bathroom. They then tied us all up, our hands behind our backs, as well as our feet. They did this by using the ties in my cupboard. Praise God they did not use wires or something similar!
My wife was lying on the bed, while me and my daughter were lying on the ground. I lay in front of the bedroom door and could see the robbers carrying our TV, HI-FI and other equipment through the kitchen to the garage. Our car keys were hanging in the passage and they easily found it and proceeded opening the backdoor and the garage door and loaded the goods in our car.
While lying there, I looked at my daughter. She was smiling and asked me if I was praying. I smiled back and calmly said yes. While she was laying there, hands and feet tied, she actually thought the following: “It is still early, while I’m lying here, I may just as well go back to sleep!” (this she told me the following day). I believe this was proof of her trust in God and that the Holy Spirit was with us during this situation! (see peace scriptures below).
While two of the robbers were carrying our stuff to the car, the 3rd robber came back to our bedroom. While looking through my wardrobe, he kept on asking: “where’s the gun?” I tried to tell him but suddenly I remembered that I’ve been looking for the safe key for the past two months and that I did not know where the key was! I realized that the robber would not believe me if I told him that I did not know where the key was! All I could do was to pray for a miracle!
The robber again opened my wardrobe, looked at the empty box of 0.38 bullets (with a 0.38 Special revolver photo on the box) in the top section of my wardrobe, closed the door and then opened my wife’s wardrobe. He looked straight at the safe, scratched next to the safe and took some perfume that was standing next to the safe. He closed the wardrobe door and walked back to the kitchen. I gave a sigh of relief and thanked God for preventing the robber from seeing the safe and the empty bullet box!
About 2 minutes later, the same person came back, again asking “where’s the gun?”. Again, he opened my wardrobe door, looked at the empty bullet box in my wardrobe and then closed the wardrobe door. He proceeded again to open my wife’s wardrobe, again looked at the safe, closed the door and walked back to the kitchen. Again, God closed his eyes, and I could just say to myself: “Thank you Father!!”
After a couple of minutes all became quiet and my wife (her arms were tied in front of her) could cut us loose with a kitchen knife that was left on the floor by one of the robbers.
During the whole period, none of us were hurt in any way. One of the robbers showed signs of wanting to kick me in the face when I tried to tell him about the safe, but when I kept quiet, he calmed down and left me alone.
We then phoned the police who were on the scene within about ten minutes.
The most amazing thing was that everything happened in such a calm and quiet way that I could hardly believe we had just experienced an armed robbery! The only real stress and noise was when our dog started barking and we had to get him under control! This was proof to me that we were not alone during the robbery. God, by the power of the Holy Spirit was with us during this whole ordeal!
Even more amazing was that the same afternoon after the robbery, we had an appointment at 15h00 at our home with an elderly lady by the name of Aunt Oufie, for tea. When we told her about the robbery at 04h30, she said: “George, this morning at about 04h00, God woke me up and, in a vision, showed me your house with dead bones all over your front door with a spirit of death in the air. God then said: pray for this family. Not knowing what was happening at our house, I immediately started praying and asked God to protect you from all evil. At about 05h00 I felt a release from God and stopped praying”.
Suddenly I understood why everything had gone so calm and quietly during the robbery! My daughter just wanted to sleep on, we were tied up with my ties and not wires or “cable ties”, and also why the robber did not see the empty bullet box and the safe or did not realize what it really was!!
We literally experienced God’s peace and protection! All glory to Him!
About 4 hours after the robbery, my car was found in Mamelodi, north of Pretoria with only the radio ripped out and all loose items gone. All damage to the car and all stolen items where covered and paid by our insurance.
Psalm 23:4 – Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
John 14:27 – Peace, I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
Philippians 4:6,7( NIV) – Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
B – OUR PLANS AND GOD’S PROPHECY ABOUT SOUTH AFRICA.
After the armed robbery in February 2006, we decided that we were not going to stay in SA any longer and were going to emigrate to Australia. During 2006, I put together me and my daughter’s CVs, with photos and everything that goes with it, to apply for work in Australia. At first, my daughter didn’t want to, because she made me understand very clearly that if God could protect and keep us during the armed robbery when nothing physically happened to us, He would also protect us in the future. After a few months I was able to convince her, and we planned to hand in our CVs at an Australian Expo in Midrand, Gauteng during March 2007.
During February 2007, I attended our Church’s men’s camp at the Eks Derde Campgrounds, north of Pretoria. During the Sunday morning service, I sat in the front and a young man of 24 years named Andre Bronkhorst, walked in to minister the Word. I had never seen him before, did not know him at all, and thought to myself, “what is this young guy going to say to us men today?”
As in introduction, he then told us the amazing story of how God totally changed him. Since then, he had preached God’s Word throughout the world, even in the South African Parlement. He suddenly fell silent, looked us all in the eye and said the following: “when I walked in here this morning, I asked God what specifically I should say to you today. God clearly said to me that there are some of you who want to go to Australia, but God says: Do not go without His permission! Because South Africa is going to become a safe haven and people will flock to South Africa. You will then sit in Australia and will want to come back to SA, and you will not be able to come back! First get God’s permission!!!” So, in between my tears, I knew God was talking to me!
After this experience at the men’s camp, other amazing things also happened that made me decide not to emigrate to Australia.
On Friday, about two weeks later, about a week before the Australian Expo in Midrand, my eyes start to burn, and I get eye drops from my doctor. A week later, the Friday before the Expo, and completely unnaturally, my eyes are still burning, and I go to the doctor again. I sit in the waiting room and wait, 15 minutes, 30 minutes, later 1 hour. After about 1 hour and 15 minutes, the receptionist calls me and asks if she can give me another doctor since my doctor is very busy with emergencies. Frustrated, I answer yes, because I am just looking for eye drops. Then a tall doctor walked out who I have never seen or heard of before (I still don’t remember his name, and I never saw him again!).
In his consulting room I explain what I need. Without examining me, he looks at my eyes and says: “Don’t worry, I’ll prescribe you other drops. Your eyes will be fine tomorrow.” While he’s writing I blurt out the following: “Thank you doctor, I can’t go to the Expo on Sunday with these eyes”. He looks at me sideways and asks: “Where are you going?” I tell him about my plan to emigrate to Australia. He suddenly sits up, almost sticks his finger in my eye and says in a booming voice: “What do you want to do there?
You won’t fit in there! Let me tell you something; 5 years ago, I sold my practice, house, 4×4 and everything and moved to Canada. I’ve been back in SA for 3 months now because I don’t fit in there! You won’t fit in there either! What do you want to do there!!?? Half bewildered and with wide eyes I try to explain what my situation is, but the doctor doesn’t want to know anything! With a “yes doctor, I hear doctor” I’m out of there, stunned by what just happened!
On Sunday, my wife and I skipped church and handed in our CVs at the Expo in Midrand, more out of curiosity than anything else. After I handed in my CV at two companies’ stalls, we wandered around and looked at all the advertisements and what Australia had to offer. About 15 minutes later, my cell phone rang and a person with an Australian accent asked in English: “Hi sir, can we talk please?” I asked which stall he was at, but he replied that he was calling directly from Australia! He then talked about the job, what they could offer me, that they were urgently looking for me and when I could start, within 3 months if possible.
Suddenly I realized, how do I tell this man that I actually can’t go because I don’t have God’s permission? I then asked if my age (56 at that stage) might not be a problem. When he replied that it wouldn’t really be a problem, I took my chance and told him that we should just drop the whole thing, put my phone down, get in our vehicle and drive home… with peace in my heart!
About two weeks later (end of March 2007) Angus Buchan preached at the Mighty Men’s Conference that South Africans should not emigrate to Australia because SA needs us!
Needless to say, we are still in South Africa and here we are going to stay!
– My daughter was right; God will still protect and preserve us!
– Andre Bronkhorst was right, SA will still become a safe haven!
– The doctor was right; I will not fit in there!
– Uncle Angus was right, our place is in SA!
ONCE AGAIN, TO GOD BE ALL THE GLORY AND ALL THE PRAISE!!!!!
George
And so, Jamie and I had just gotten back from Mexico. We went to bed, I think at 2:15 in the morning from a trip. And at 4:15, my oldest son called and he said, Dad, I’m sorry to tell you this, but Peter. My youngest son, he said. He’s dead. And so, I asked him, I said what happened? And he told me what happened. And I said, don’t you let anybody touch him until we get there. And so, Jamie and I had to get up, we had to get dressed.
It was an hour’s drive into Colorado Springs, and we didn’t have cell phones. This was March the 4th, 2001. And so, we got ready and praise God for the Word. We knew death and life is in the power of the words. We refused to speak of any of our doubts and any of our fears. We spoke and agreed and said the first report is not the last report. That’s the first thing that popped into my mind.
It wasn’t in the scripture, but it was a great truth, so we got dressed and as we started in, you know, the scripture says that you war a good warfare by the prophesies that have gone before on you and so, as we were driving in I was beginning to feel grief and sorrow and anything that anybody would feel. And I just didn’t like it. And I’ve learned that, we have love, joy and peace. I can choose how I feel and I don’t like grief and I don’t like sorrow.
And so, I just started resisting it and out of nothing but faith I was saying in the name of Jesus, I refused to grieve. I refused to get into anger and to grief and sorrow. And I started just praising God in an effort to counter all of the negative stuff that I was feeling. Praise makes you focus on the positive instead of the negative.
You have to focus on the positive things. And so anyway, I knew that and I just started praising God. And when I did, prophecy started coming back to my remembrance. Reminded me of things and there were two instances where people who never knew me came up to me and said you got two boys and the younger is going to turn to the Lord before the older one does. And they were people that didn’t even know me.
They didn’t know if I had two boys or how many kids I had and yet I knew it was ordained of God and they prophesied exactly what I needed to hear, and those prophecies hadn’t come to pass. And it just finally dawned on my lightning-fast mind that if those prophecies were really from God, then he had to live. And so, we were believing for him, but all of a sudden, I saw it.
Those prophecies helped me to focus, and I started laughing and I told Jamie. I said this is going to be the greatest miracle we’ve ever seen. I’m not sure what Jamie thought about me. I know she was standing in agreement, but I saw it and I said it’s going to be awesome. And when we finally got into Colorado Springs, my oldest son came out and he said I don’t know what happened? But 5 or 10 minutes after we called you, Peter just sat up and started talking. And when my oldest son called, he’d been dead over 4 hours.
He was already stripped naked. He was a white boy; he turned black and he had a toe tag on. Stripped naked on a cooler in a morgue. And he had already been pronounced dead and put in a morgue and he just sat up and started talking between 4 and 5 hours with no oxygen to the brain. And he came back with no brain damage. And he’s a smart guy. And he was just the next year that he had a little girl, our only granddaughter, and she was born a year after that. And I told her, I said you were really unique, you were born a year after your father died.
There’re not many people that can say that. And so, man, that’s how you do it. God told you that you go heal the sick. He didn’t tell you to pray for the sick. He told you to heal the sick. That’s implying that we have authority, and the church is asking God to do what he told you to do. I told you to heal the sick, cleanse the leopards, raise the dead. And yet the majority of Christians approach God like, oh God, we are nothing, we have nothing, we can do nothing. But we know that you could do anything.
Would you stretch forth your hand to heal? That’s a chicken prayer. Anybody can pray that prayer. But when you stand and say in the name of Jesus, like in the 3rd chapter of the book of Acts, Peter and John were going into the temple at the hour of prayer, and they said, silver and gold have I none but such as I have given I unto thee. They didn’t even pray for the man. They didn’t pray and ask God to heal him.
They said such as I have I give unto thee. And then they reached down and grabbed him by the hand and lifted him up, and immediately his feet and ankle bones received strength, and he went walking and leaping and praising God. They had the power and authority every one of you has raised from the dead power on the inside of you. But Jesus said that when you are facing a problem, you speak to the mountain. Don’t talk to God about your mountain.
Don’t tell God that the doctor says I’m dying. Would you do something? He told you to speak to your mountain. You speak to cancer, you speak to whatever, you take your authority and somebody says, but I’m not the source. I can’t heal anybody, absolutely. But you’ve got the source living on the inside of you, and it’s at your disposal.