I’ve always viewed myself as a small slow turtle because people like my dad and my friends called me slow when I was a child, so I believed them. But one day when I grew up, I realized that those were all lies, I’m just misunderstood. I’m actually a genius of my own category that most people can’t understand. But above all, I have royalty running through my blood. How dare anyone call me slow! Do you know who I am? I saw a turtle sitting high up on a high bamboo chair with a giant crown burning like blazing fire. I’m not a slow turtle, I am smart and noble!
When the King returns, there will be a revolution. It’s the revival we all have been waiting for. There going’s to be a revival and a rebellion. It’s going to be an epic scene. We are winners! RAWR! >:O
I am a product of a mom and a dad, their genes are intertwined in my DNA. Growing up, I had a false belief that I am half good / half bad because I believed that my mom is good and my dad is bad. I’ve always struggled with the fear that one day my bad side would completely take over me, but those thoughts are lies which I now can discredit. I can’t change the fact that I am a child of my mom and dad. But my actions, thoughts, belief, and happiness are a choice. The voices that tells me that “I can’t do it” are the voices of demons. It’s important to be able to hear our thoughts and feelings as voices, rather than believing that those are who we are. If we can hear our thoughts and feelings as voices, we can differentiate who’s saying those voices in our head and heart. My Shepherd calls to me so I know His warm loving affirming secure voice. Knowing His voice is important because if there are negative voices injecting lies into my head, I would be able to discern it as a voice, rather than letting it define who I am. If I’m not feeling peace and joy, it means that my identity is under attack from the enemy. It’s important to know who I am and know who can give me my true identity. I hear my Shepherd calling out to me, He calls me “very very good”. BAHHHHH~
There’s a book that I like called 5 Love Languages (amazon.com). The book basically says that there are 5 general categories of love.
1.) physical affirmation
2.) words of affirmation
3.) quality time
4.) gifts
5.) act of service
The way we receive can be different from the ones we need. For me, I like giving “words of affirmation” and like receiving “physical affirmation”. I least like receiving “gifts” and least like giving “act of service”. The way we give and receive is very important, it’s like breathing “carbon” when we actually need “oxygen”.
I started to come up with other Love Languages such as:
6.) inclusiveness (sharing friends)
7.) intercession (praying for them)
8.) patience (love is patient, love is kind)
9.) listening (being able to listen is very important)
10.) empathy (being able to feel and let others to feel understood)
11.) boldness (a bold sacrificial act of love can move the heart)
There are more than just 5 or 11 so I drew this picture to show that there’s more ways of receiving and giving than we know it.
The ultimate lover would give all 100 types of love.
When my little brother was in 5th grade he liked a girl. He confessed to the girl through AIM that he liked her. Next day at school he was too embarrassed to talked to her. In 6th grade the girl started to like my brother but he stopped liking her, but they were still friends. One day she told my brother that she’s moving away to another country, so she asked him to take care of her beloved Chip, a Parakeet bird. My brother came home, asked if we can have a bird, and we said “yes”. I was excited to meet our new bird. In my mind, I thought that Chip was going to be really energetic and playful. When Chip came to our home, he was really shy, opposite of what I imagined. He’s friendly, but likes to keep everything to himself, very quite around people. He’s only loud when no one is watching. We call him our introverted self-absorbed bird because he also likes to look and adore himself in the mirror for a long long time everyday.
OH! But an interesting thing about Chip is that he likes to play with our dog, Pooka. He doesn’t like people, but he likes Pooka. He’ll fly around and tease my dog. Sometimes my dog would catch him with her mouth so it looks like the Chip was being eaten by Pooka. Kinda scary, because I don’t want to see Chip’s head on the floor one day. Pooka is harmless, but we don’t want to see any accidents happen, so Chip stays in his cage now.
I drew this when the first Iron Man movie came out in theaters. During that time I was building my first facebook application called MBTypes. By the time I finished designing and programing the application, I was really sick of programing and technology and such. I drew this to commemorate Iron Man and my experience of building my first facebook application.
Here’s the app I built in 2008.. It’s a Myers Briggs [wiki] embed quiz with a database that connects all your friends and sorts it by the types and shows the statistics of your friends. Check it out:
My mom and I visited Seattle in August 2008. Before this trip, I bought a kinetic watch on Amazon.com. I forgot why I wanted a watch, but I really wanted a kinetic watch. When the watch arrived, the wristband was too long so I couldn’t wear it properly. I was disappointed because I wanted to wear my new watch to Seattle. Unfortunately I had to leave it behind and get it readjusted after I came back from my visit.
During that season of my life, I was going through a healing process from a girl I liked, simultaneously determining if Seattle was a place God wanted me to move to after I graduated from college. One night at Seattle in the hotel room, I had a dream that I was in a dream, and in that dream I was inside another dream and another one after that and so on. In this dream I would keep waking up and realize that it was a dream one after another. It felt like an endless dream in a dream like a Russian matryoshka doll. I woke up from the endless dream and when I finally woke up to reality, I drew this picture to remind myself of my healing journey and endless dreams in Seattle.
After my trip was over, I flew back home, got my watch fixed, and wore my new watch properly for the first time. I wore the watch to church and the pastor of the church told a story of a girl who was frozen in time. The story goes like this:
There once was a couple getting married on their wedding day. The time of their wedding was to be a 9 o’clock in the morning. The girl was already in her wedding gown waiting for 9 o’clock to come. She stood in front of the clock, patiently and eagerly waited for 9 o’clock so that she may be married with the man of her dreams.
But 20 minutes before 9 o’clock, a messenger knocked on the door and delivered a tragic message while she waited in front of the clock. The messenger told the bride that the wedding has been canceled, that the wedding won’t happen. The bride took the clock off and broke the clock so that the time would stop at 20 minutes before 9 o’clock because that was the moment her life was changed, the moment her heart had died. For the rest of her life whenever the clock struck 20 minutes before 9 o’clock, she wore her gown because that was the time when her time froze and her heart had died.
After I heard this story, I was like… what a dumb girl. Who would ever do that? What kind of dumb person would freeze their own life for the sake of another person. I then realized that I was that girl, the reason why I couldn’t move forward in my own life was because I allowed those hurts to bind me and freeze me in time. Satan really wants us to be frozen in time so that we can’t move forward in life. Satan is one who takes joy and celebrates when God’s children are frozen so they can’t grow and move forward. The instance I realize that my heart was frozen in time, God used this story to break me out of my binding. I felt progress and life for the first time in a year. I thank God and raised both of my hands up high and praised Him. I looked at my wrist and saw the new watch I bought. Tears were flowing down my cheeks because God had already prepared my healing before my trip to Seattle, everything was according to His plan from the begin. I looked at my watch and it was ticking, it was a new season of life, life of moving forward, free from binding, and unfrozen in time.
I came up with a type of fast called progressive 40-Day Fast. The fast is broken down into four phases:
Phase 1 – Days 1~10: No Meat (beef, pork, chicken, lamb, etc.)
Phase 2 – Days 11~20: No Carbs (rice, potato, noodle, corn, etc.)
Phase 3 – Days 21~30: No Nuts (peanuts, almond, cashew, etc.)
Phase 4a – Days 31~33: only: Only veggies & soup
Phase 4b – Days 34~36: No Dinner (Only veggies & soup)
Phase 4c – Days 37~39: No Dinner & Lunch (Only veggies & soup)
Final Phase – Day 40: Only Water
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The purpose of a progress fast is to ease into phase 4 without damaging the body.
The reason why I started this fast was praying for revival at my school.
On the 38th day I was struggling, I really wanted to eat something at lunch. I went to the computer lab to work on my projects and I sat down next to a friend. As I was working, my friend was groaning in agony. I looked at him and saw him clinching on to his shoulder in pain. His shoulder had a sling because he had surgery done on his shoulder.
I asked…”dude, what’s wrong?”
He replied…”Just had surgery on my shoulder and I forgot to take the Doctor’s painkillers. *groan*”
I asked another question… “why did you get surgery?”
He painfully told me his story of how he did a jump and flipped off a ramp with his dirt bike, landed on his shoulder, and snapped his collarbone in half ! x_x… His collarbone was the size of a golf ball because there was a bolted device holding the collarbones together.
I asked God… “Do you want me to pray for this person?”
In my heart, he immediately answered… “Howie, what do you think I want you to do?”
In my heart, I groaned… because I knew what God wanted…
I asked God… “What if nothing happens? Wouldn’t I look stupid?”
God replied… “Since when was this about you?”
I sighed… moments later, I mustered enough courage to talk to my friend again. I started to share my previous healing testimonies with him and he was amazed. Then I told him that I can also pray for his pain to go away if he wanted me to… I told him that he’s nothing to lose. He thought about it for 30 seconds and quickly told me to pray for him since he was in great pain.
I quickly ran to Kelsey, a friend who also shares the same faith, who was working next door. I approached her and asked if she’s willing to pray together for a friend in pain. She quickly said “yes” and I grabbed my friend in pain to the stairway so that we could pray in privacy. I asked if I could gently touch his shoulder and we began to invite Jesus into the stairway and heal my friend. After Kelsey and I prayed, I asked him how it felt. He started to move his shoulder and was astonished! He said… “WOW! I could feel the pain leaving little by little.” When he said that, I knew Holy Spirit was moving and wanted to completely take away the pain so we prayed a second time. After the second time praying, I asked him how it feels now. He took off his sling and slowly moved his arm in a circular motion. He said…”I can’t believe this, the pain is completely gone! (he began to swing his arm!!).”
We told him it’s Jesus that healed him and that He cares for you a lot. My friend who was in pain thanked us and he had a huge smile.
Kelsey and I praised God, full of joy and excitement! YAY GOD (:
T here was a city on top of a crocodile which was doing a hand stand on top of a rock. This image portrayed the fragileness of life in the city. A single earthquake can strike at anytime like how a crocodile could snap open its mouth to attack its prey and completely destroy it. A city could easily become imbalanced and over turned at a split moment. Lives could be easily destroyed, while rebuilding takes so much time and effort. In our lives, we should cherish every moment on the things that really matters, on the things that will last forever. We will never have enough time because we are merely a vapor in the wind.
When I first started seeing visions, I got overdosed in seeing visions and dreams. It was a lot of good stuff. But too much of it made me overdose from it. It’s good to see visions from heaven, but it’s also important to keep a clear and focused mind when it is needed. Seeing too much visions can be dangerous at the wrong times. Here’s a story I’ll share that’s connected with this drawing:
The first time I saw a for realz Jesus healing miracles was in in December 2007. I was at San Diego Mall with my spiritual father/big brother/friend, Jaeson Ma, for my first experience. We went to the mall to eat tacos and burritos and before we said grace for our food. When we prayed, I saw a vision of an African American mid-aged women, wearing white heals, while holding a child. I described the picture I saw to Jaeson and he said, “wow, I saw something very similar. I saw an African American mid-aged women, wearing a purple long sleeve, while holding hands with a child.”
After I finished my taco and he finished his burrito, a mid-aged African American women wearing purple long sleeve sat down right next to our table. Jaeson said, “there she is, we found her.” I got really excited and wanted to see if she was wearing a pair of white heals. I stood up and looked, but she wasn’t wearing white heals. Jaeson said, “I think God wants to purely heal her and her child.”
We approached her and told her that we saw a vision of her and asked if she had a child that needs healing prayer. She said yes, she had a 16 year old son who had type-2 diabetes. We asked if we can pray for her on the spot and she agreed. We sat down and prayed for her son. After praying for her son, we asked if she had any part of her body that needs healing prayer. She showed us her hand and she had arthritis so she can’t open up her handeven to hold an object like an apple. We asked if we can pray for her hand and she believed that Jesus can heal her. We prayed for her and asked her how it feels now. She looks at her hand and opens it up completely wide! She was in shock, her eyes became really big like this: O_O
I was even more shocked because it was my first time witnessing an instant miracle. I drove to LA to take Jaeson back home. While driving I was still in LA LA Land because I encountered God’s healing power for the first time. As I was driving, I almost hit a couple while they were crossing the cross walk. It was my bad. Jaeson rebuked me yelling, “HOWIE WAKE UP! YOU CAN’T BE SO HEAVILY MINDED THAT YOU’RE NO EARTHLY GOOD. YOU GOTTA BE SUPERNATURALLY NATURAL.” I woke up and everything was fine thank God.
After that incident, I lived supernaturally natural. My tolerance of witnessing power encounters became a natural lifestyle, witnessing hundreds of miracles until I lost count, yet at the same time still in awe of God’s presences every time. There was a point in life when I was shocked if the person wasn’t heal instantly. But Holy Spirit has been showing many things of the way he work through me.
Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and sickness. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.” Matthew 9:35-37
Jesus performed miracles not only to prove his divinity or to convert the people around him. He did it out of love to show his disciples, including us today, how lovely a miracle is done, so that we may do the same unto those who need.
All Christians have the authority to heal the sick, cast out demons, and raise the dead whether they know it or not. But what if other people who aren’t Christians are also healing the sick, casting out demons, and raising the dead? Aren’t their fruits the same? Doesn’t the Bible say…”By their fruits, you will know”? Isn’t healing someone who is sick a good thing?
Yes, by their fruits you will know, but you also got to look at its roots, what is underneath. Not all healing channels are from the Holy Spirit. Any supernatural healing and miracles outside of Jesus name and power taps into the demonic realm for supernatural power and energy.
This drawing shows that not all roots that go down deep are truly going deep into the right path. Anything outside of Christ will not lead into life. Get your roots planted deep by the River of Life.
