I have been working on telling you about this for a couple of weeks now, off and on.
To supplement my telling you this, I have created a section on my web site where I can
post and link related materials from my archives: letters, photos, journal accounts.
This piece I am writing to you now is included there as the "home page"
introductory overview, with links to these materials [this page].
Though President Clinton doesn't seem to have been lastingly impacted by this time of
my focus on his behalf, this experience turned out to be a major turning point in my
life. I have to wonder what could happen if many people held a similar focus.
Though agency will never be crossed, the power of united prayer sure could go a long way
in fostering circumstances conducive to change.
I imagine that most of you reading this account do not need to be convinced of the
power of prayer, fasting and focused faith. Some of you may be interested to read
the whole story of what happened during the month-long experience I had focusing on
President Clinton, but others may be pressed to do something else at this point. So
for you, I will summarize the account by directing you to the attached photo of President
Clinton on President's Day 1995 (February 24). That was the pinnacle day of this
month-long period of focus.
I don't recall ever seeing a picture of him prior to or since this experience in which
he actually looks contrite, pensive, reflective, somber. Still today, I am nearly
moved to tears as I look at this picture of him.
If only for a moment, something profound was happening. The angels were getting
through and touching his soul, inviting him to turn his life around, to turn more to God
and live.
Call me delusional or misguided, but I honestly believe that this pensive look on his
face that day was a direct result of the fasting and praying I was doing for him that
month and especially that day up on Mount Lemon on the outskirts of Tucson.
What would happen if many people were to similarly focus on him. Could we see a
modern occurrence of the story of king Lamoni in the Book of Mormon, or of Paul in the New
Testament?
Here was a reprobate king who routinely killed his servants at the tiniest
infractions. But because of the interceding power of faith, love and service, his
heart was struck to its core, and he was laid out as if unconscious for three days while
his spirit was administered to by angelic hosts and even God himself.
When he came to, he was a changed man, having been born of God, being given a new
heart. Then his whole household was converted, followed by many of his
hitherto-heathen people, who subsequently laid down their weapons of warfare and refused
to take them up again.
Tell me why such a thing could not occur today?
Has the day of miracles ceased? Of course not.
I don't know about you, but for many years -- actually ever since I had this experience
-- I have been laboring with all my might to seek to invoke the repentance clauses of
prophecy so that the destructions prophesied to come as a result of our wickedness might
be lessened if not turned away all together.
Miracles of the heart on this magnitude could have a huge effect on the world.
Can you imagine what would happen if President Clinton had a king Lamoni-like
experience?
Wow.
And what, may I ask, is there to keep such a thing from happening other than his
agency?
But I can't help but believe that the most callused of hearts could be softened if the
angels could be given sufficient access to his or her surroundings so as to so encircle
him or her with love, so that all resistance would melt away as the dew before the sun.
Already, I believe we have seen destructions turned away or lessened because of the
increased spirituality of enough people. It would have taken just ten righteous
people to turn away the destruction of Sadam and Gomorrah.
I believe we live on a most unusual planet and that we will see some astonishing
manifestations of the redemptive power of God.
While some are hunkering down, getting ready for the flood of calamities that are
prophesied to come upon this people, I can't help but believe that at least as much of our
energy should be directed toward seeking repentance -- both in our own lives as well as in
the world around us.
So with that preface, let me now tell you briefly what transpired during February 1995
in Tucson when my heart was turned in fasting and prayer on behalf of President William
Jefferson Clinton, whom I love, though my heart is grieved at the many things he does to
sicken himself, this nation and the world.
My experience began with a dream I was given in which President Clinton was with my
Dad, Mom and I on a sort of P.R. vacation -- kind of like those cottage meetings he used
to have. He was asking us what we thought ought to be done in government, and we
were gladly offering our suggestions. He was very cordial and likeable -- like a brother.
At one point he started buying us presents -- with government moneys of course. He
didn't seem to sense anything wrong with that, so in a spirit of a friend, I began to tell
him the story of Davey Crockett's lecture to congress about how public moneys should never
be used for private interests.
It was at that point that I awoke and began musing on how realistic the dream was.
But I was struck more as I pondered the bond of friendship and love I felt toward this man
who I previously had considered but an enemy of the Constitution and righteousness.
That day, as I passed the news stand which announced that Clinton had just sidestepped
Congress in granting a multi billion dollar bail-out of the Mexican economy, rather than
feel animosity toward this deed (though I disagreed with it), I was filled instead with
love toward President Clinton.
At the time I was reading a book called "Heavenly Ways
of Earth's Graduates." It is an account of two soldiers who die and
how they learn and grow through serving as angelic assistants in various tasks on earth.
Toward the end of the book there is this statement about how when someone is brought
strongly or persistently to mind, it is often because the Angels need our focus of
thoughts and prayers toward that person so that they can then work miracles on their
behalf.
Two days after the dream, after reading this statement in Heavenly Ways of Earth's
Graduates, I wrote a letter to President Clinton, telling him
of my dream and of the love I felt for him and the faith I had that he could turn his
heart more toward God. It was the first time I had ever written a letter exclusively
to the President of the United States.
This was the beginning of what turned out to be a month-long focus of prayer, fasting, and
meditation regarding President Clinton and the hope that he might receive a change of
heart similar to what King Lamoni experienced.
I had a second and third dream about him the morning of the a three-day fast I had for
him about a week later. In the first of these I was walking and talking with him
outside somewhere on white-house property. I was offering to serve as a chaplain for
him, which token he graciously received but turned down saying he already had someone --
maybe later.
The next dream was more a flash vision in which I saw him and Boris Yeltsin on a
billboard, advertising beer. They were in a spirit of fraternal camaraderie and were
intoxicated. The impression I had upon seeing this was as if Boris was saying in his
mind to Clinton, "Got ya where I want ya."
I then wrote a second letter to the President, again
expressing my love for him, but also sharing the third dream and the warning I felt it
contained regarding how the Russians are using tactics of deceit, impairing our keen
senses and sober judgement.
Also during this time, I began reading a book called "The Other Eminent Men of
Wilford Woodruff," which gives a brief biography of the men besides the Founding
Fathers who appeared to Wilford Woodruff in the St. George temple to have their vicarious
ordinances done for them. The remarkable thing about these great men of history is
that they all made contributions toward increasing freedom and righteous
civilization. (There is another book by the same author about the women who also
appeared to Wilford Woodruff at that time.)
In conjunction with the notion of "Heavenly Ways of Earth's Graduates," I had
the strong impression that these men who were so instrumental in bringing changes for good
to this world did not lose their interest upon dying, but would continue to strive with
people here through the means available to them as spirit personages. I couldn't
help but think that they helped function in the office of the Holy Ghost, inspiring men
and women with the ideas and truths which would continue the work they did while here.
So as President's day came rolling around about a week after the two dreams, I saw this
as a perfect opportunity to exert a strong effort in prayer on behalf of President
Clinton. On that day, it would be likely that he would be thinking upon the great
men and women of the past who helped lay the foundations of freedom. I couldn't help
but think that this would create a catalyst for the angels to be able to get through in a
more pronounced way.
So on that day, I drove to Mount Lemon, northeast of Tucson, to find a place to spend a
good part of the day in fasting and prayer on his behalf.
About a quarter of the way up the mountain, I found a spot removed enough so that I
could no longer see the city so as to afford a more peaceful environment. There was
a sizeable brook running down a little draw, creating a small oasis with green vegetation
in the midst of this desert mountain. This would serve as my outdoor chapel, making
for a deeply religious experience as I focused in love and faith on the President of the
United States.
Upon completing my prayer, I noticed that the sun which previously had been
unencumbered by clouds, was just now being snuffed behind a dark rain cloud which had by
now nearly filled the sky. By the time I was back in town, I looked in my rear-view
mirror to see a sight so spectacular that I ended up stopping my car and getting out so I
could take it in.
The whole range of mountains was capped about 1/3 from the top by the flat underside
layer of dark rain clouds. The sun was close enough to the horizon that it was
shining under the clouds, painting them various hues of deep purple and dark red.
The rain that was descending from the clouds but which had not yet reached the ground, was
painted orange-red by the sun, and formed a circular shape about the mountain like a huge
halo of fire.
My apartment was just far enough away that I could not get my camera in time to take a
picture, so I stayed there and soaked in this majestic show of nature, wondering if maybe,
just maybe, it was a sign from heaven to me that my prayer had been heard. I
wondered if this was close to what Moses might have felt like when God bedecked the
mountain he was on with a similar display.
See journal entry for this day.
Following that experience, a day or so later, I went to the library to look at the
newspapers to see if there were any clues that something profound might have happened with
the President on that day.
What I found was a picture of the President reviewing color guards in Canada.
What is most striking about the picture is his look. He is pensive, near the
point of tears, somber, reflective. It is a very different Clinton from what we
usually see in the news -- the happy-go-lucky, everything-is-a-big-game and lots of fun,
I-sure-have-you-fooled, Clinton.
Another thing remarkable about the photo is the news story that accompanied it.
Warren Christopher, Secretary of State, who was almost always by his side most any
other time, had become sick that day with a bleeding ulcer and was in the hospital.
Though surrounded by color guards, Clinton was alone, without his peers to put on for.
Perhaps I am wrong and am reading something into this that was not actually
there. However, my faith tells me that something did happen that day. He was
impacted by the angels.
I was so moved by that picture that a week later I composed a poem that turned out to
be chiastic in structure and superimposed it on the picture as a watermark, framed it in a
humble frame, and sent it to President Clinton. It is called "The
Warrior." I had in mind the spirit that resides in the soul of President
Clinton, which though overpowered at present by the conscious man who is engulfed in a
tangle of intrigue against the freedoms and social mores we hold dear, nonetheless is a
child of God and capable of heroic goodness if he would but turn his heart fully and
finally to God.
See picture and poem.
Though whatever change might have come upon him that day does not appear to have been
permanent -- perhaps he was on the brink of choosing change, coming to the very edge -- I
am convinced that SOMETHING happened that day.
Though his life did not dramatically change during this month that I devoted so much
energy of thought, prayer and fasting on his behalf, I can say that mine did.
As a direct result of this month of prayerful focus, I ended up leaving my career path
of becoming professor of Physiology, and chose instead to focus my energies more
exclusively toward the ministry work of God. It was just a couple of weeks after
this that I withdrew my application to become a graduate student pursuing a Ph.D. in
Physiology at the University of Arizona -- one of the best schools in the nation in this
subject -- just one day prior to the final day of interviews in which they would narrow
their pool of applicants from eight to the four who would be accepted.
Though I was working for a couple of professors and taking a couple of classes at this
time, within a month I ended up withdrawing from those as well, devoting all my energies
to the discoveries I was now making in the scriptures as if a gate of heaven had been
opened and a torrent of knowledge was being unfolded to me.
See Index below.
That month turned out to be a pivotal turning point in my life for which I am
enormously grateful.
I have not talked a lot about it to other people, for it would seem from the outside
that Clinton is no different today than he was four years ago -- if anything a little more
hardened, a little more tricky, and more bent on seeing this nation become the bastion of
world socialism.
Yet that picture and the whole experience of praying for President Clinton remains with
me still as an illustration of the power of prayer and focused faith.
Then I was so very much alone.
But now I mingle with many friends who have had similar experiences in their
lives. We work together as equals in the great and marvelous work of the Lord.
Though we don't always agree on points of doctrine, we are learning more to value our
differences, learn from one another, and hearken to truth as it is presented to us from
whatever source.
So in sharing this now with this circle of friends, I can't help but hope that this
offering might be yet another catalyst in moving us toward seeing a miracle of grand
proportions.
What do you think? What do you feel?
What would happen if all of us -- or at least many of us -- or even two or three of us
-- were to focus in a similar fashion in faith and prayer on behalf of a key world leader
such as President Clinton?
I love you all and want you to know that I find it a great pleasure mingling with you
as we each strive to do our part in the body of Christ to carry forth this great and
marvelous work. May each of you be blessed in that portion you are foreordained to
carry. is my humble prayer.
Sincerely your brother in Christ,
Sterling D. Allan
http://www.GreaterThings.com
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