Summoned to Heaven

“As for us, we have all of these great witnesses who encircle us like clouds, each affirming faith’s reality.” (Hebrews 12:1 The Passion Translation)

I never got to meet him while he lived on earth, but I’ve been told that Bob Jones, the prophet, and I have much in common. We are both simple, uneducated men who want to help others go higher spiritually. Since I began making visits to Heaven in 2015, Bob has become a close friend..

My name is Ruben Domingos. I was born in Haskell, Texas in 1959, one of thirteen brothers and sisters. We were a real tight family…our mother had her way of doing her best for us, and my dad worked to bring in the income. Her job was to have us bathed with clean clothes and good food – just like a mother should provide.

We were raised as Catholics and had no clue what that was all about; we just went because our parents took us. I didn’t really enjoy it because I didn’t know the whole situation. From the Catholic church our parents began to take us to a Baptist church, which was a little more clear because they had songs and plays which showed a little more clearly how to celebrate the holidays. But of course I was like just like a lot of teenagers: rebellious, wanting to do my thing as well. But then I got to a place where I was nineteen years old – I was old enough to move on by myself and do something, so I got married. That lasted for three years, and we had two beautiful little girls. But that didn’t last because I lacked in being a parent and being a friend for my wife, and being a husband for my wife. It was a lack of understanding – I just didn’t know. When I got married, I thought I could continue to do what I wanted to do, which was hang out with my friends, and leave her at home. There was a lot I did not know, so at the age of twenty-one I was thinking that marriage was not too good.

But that was also when I got saved and baptized, while I was still married. My wife didn’t like it because she was Catholic, and I was a Baptist, and I didn’t get any support for that. I was trying to do it because I needed it, and hoped to better myself and learn something. We didn’t make it and separated. It took me a year and a half to get my mind off of her, but in the meantime I needed to learn. I went to all different kinds of Bible studies, prayer groups, classes to learn about marriage, learn about being a parent, a friend and a husband. So I went to all these and got started in learning to become more respectful of the next person. I have that many more gifts that I have learned as a man to give to a woman.

My next step after the divorce was to move to another town, three or more hours away. It was there that I dedicated myself to God and told Him: “I don’t know what to do, but if You want me, here I am. If You could use me, let’s do this.” I didn’t know where to start so I went into a hospital and started visiting patients. I had to learn the hard way there how to be still and how to listen, because these patients needed someone to listen, not to talk to them. There is a time and place for that, and I was doing everything backwards, so once God taught me how to do it, it got easier. People acknowledged that I was there to listen, not to talk. To listen to their problems, then I would pray with them, and that’s how I got started. And even the nurses, once they knew who I was and were okay with me, they would write a note saying this patient needs prayer, so I went with it.

Working wise, I was doing odds and ends when I could. I did the best I could, then I got into a nursery landscape job next to the hospital, so my lunch break I would go over there. I did what I could to survive, and from there I asked God, “What do I do next?” He guided me to the rest home. It was another challenge because I was young and didn’t know about visiting people, praying with people, or telling them about the Lord. I was just me, and I had to be taught by Him because no one else was teaching me. So I put myself in His hands, and He taught me.

When I went to the rest home I really didn’t get it because they were older people, and some couldn’t take care of themselves, so I just did my best to communicate with them. Until one day that I managed to humble myself; I was kind of upset with God because I was doing a lot of complaining, like a lot of people do. I didn’t really want to go to the rest home that day, but I was sitting in the hallway on a bench, and nothing happened, nothing happened, and all I did was complain to God. There was a terrible smell and I didn’t feel comfortable. But I was faithful to be there for two or three hours, and then the next day it was the same thing with me complaining and whining, complaining and whining. And then I stayed for another three or four hours.

Then the third day is when it was the same thing with me whining and complaining, but just when I was fixing to leave, the nurse was bringing one of the patients into her room – an old lady. And I heard the lady speak to the nurse, “Do you love me?” The nurse replied to her, “You know I do.” And then she said it again, “Do you really mean that you love me?” “Yes, you know.” And so she said it three times as they were walking into the room, and then she asked once more, “Do you really love me?” And the nurse said, “Sweetie, you know I love you with all my heart.” And the old lady said, “Well, that’s good because my son brought me here two years ago, and that’s the last time I saw him. “

So that opened the door for me – something got to me where I stepped in for her son. I took care of her for six months. Like a son, I fed her, spent time with her with a lot of laughter, a lot of joy, and every time I walked in she would perk up. It was a beautiful way of acknowledging that if you wait on God’s timing, you will see the results. See, we want things to happen right away, but it is all about the Lord’s plan, and if we surrender ourselves, the timing will come.

We had this beautiful relationship, and when it was her time, she went to Heaven. Not even her son came to the burial, but I was there. That was a beautiful thing about forgiveness and about loving someone, even a stranger, just like a mother. We spent a lot of time together in laughter, and she taught me to read a little bit here and there because she had been a school teacher. It brought a lot of memories back for her that she could still teach how to read. So that was the bond there. We both got a blessing out of this step of obedience. She got blessed and I got blessed. I was about twenty-three at the time.

I went for a while longer in the nursing home and landscaping. For about eight years, because I was young and didn’t know a lot about the Bible, I was not really getting fed. It happens to everybody – there is something missing in your life. That’s what it was: something was missing and I wasn’t getting what I needed. So, just like anybody in the world, I backslid for almost eight years. Being in the world as a rebellious person, back to drinking and smoking, but there was a point where I knew something was missing. But I refused to listen to it.

But there is a purpose to my life, because there was accident after accident until I had to surrender my wicked ways and ask for forgiveness. I was in a lot of fights, got into wrecks that could have cost my life, and I don’t know how many times I came close to death. But there was a purpose for all of this.

From there I got myself to Oklahoma City and worked there back in the oilfield, still not sure where I needed to be. That lasted five or six months, then an explosion on the oilfield – another accident that left me blind for twenty-four hours and left a trauma in my mind about getting burned all the time. But it is just about being in the right place.

From there I worked with my brother once in a while in the cable business. Then I got into helping a doctor who had a farm with horses. I told him I had no idea about horses; just how to do the yard and landscape. But I was there for four years, then moved to a smaller town where I started to get my act together, and realized that I still needed to surrender to what my calling was. My thing was so powerful that I started doing remodeling – inside and outside. I hooked up with some brothers from a good church who helped me and mentored me. I got on the right track.

In 2004, my brothers in Christ asked me one day if I wanted to do a job for them. They asked me if I would trim some trees off a roof. They were trying to sell the house. No big deal, so I just got a ladder, had done it before, but they had to go speak at a radio station and I was there by myself for quite a while, and then had my accident. I fell from the tree to the cement, twenty feet. I had a lot of fractures (fifteen), but the head trauma was the main one. My brother in Christ, his dad was the one who found me, because he said that he felt he needed to go by the house. When he came around the corner, he was the one who found me unconscious. I was in the hospital, given a week of survival.

This is what happened during the week of survival: on the third day I heard the voice of God. And the voice of God in my spirit said to awaken. He said it three times: “Awaken.” I had this shield on my chest and back because of my spine injury, and my feet were tied. So, when I heard that, I woke up in my room and didn’t know where I was, because I really didn’t know what had happened to me. I woke up, sat up and two nurses walked in; I could hear them talking. They saw me and they screamed out: “He’s alive! He’s alive!” Then they ran out.

I didn’t know what was going on, so I just let myself off the edge of the bed, walked like Lazarus because my feet were tied, so I could just take baby steps. It was just like normal – like nothing had happened to me. I wanted to shake the nurses’ hands, but they didn’t want to do it, so I walked to one end of the hall and then to the other end. When I came back to my room, they were trying to get hold of the doctor. He came in and looked at me…he didn’t know what to think, so he said, “I guess I will send you to rehab.” I said “okay,” because I didn’t know what that was until I got there and they put me on the third floor.

One of the nurses that was in charge there seemed like a warden to me; she didn’t like me in the beginning. She was huge, you know – real tall and heavy set. I wouldn’t stand still (hyper, I guess) – I just wanted to move and look around. Where I was getting more satisfaction was in going to comfort the other people instead of myself. That is why the head nurse was getting mad – I wasn’t in the room when she came to tend to me. But she caught me one day when I guess she was upset and took it out on me. She stood by the edge of the bed and said, “Sir, I need to tell you something.” I said, “Okay.” She said, “I don’t think you are a normal human being.” I said, “Well, ma’am I rebuke that in the Name of Jesus, because I am. I am a child of God.” It made her more mad when I spoke this, and she left the room. But the next day she came back with two other nurses.

The first one spoke up and said, “We just want to know how are you doing all of this? Being cheerful and going around like nothing is wrong?” But the way I did it was by visiting with other people. When she asked that, it opened the door for me to witness to them and they got it. So we became friends and she told me she could give me a pass to go to the cafeteria, but she should never have done that because I took advantage of it. I took the elevator and walked all the way around to the cafeteria, visiting with whoever, and I ate as much as I could, and the nurse had to page me by the intercom: “Mr. Domingos, can you please come back to your room?” Well, she made a mistake; I was just enjoying myself – on vacation.

When I went downstairs to work on rehab, one of the guys said, “You don’t look so bad. You look pretty strong. Let’s see what would happen if we took this shield off.” He should never have done that because we were doing five weights on each arm; then we went from five to ten, to twenty, to thirty. Then he said, “There’s really nothing wrong with you; I don’t know what you are doing here. But let’s put the shield back because I don’t want you to get in trouble with the doctor.”

I met with the psychiatrist that was on the staff there. She wanted me to do a written test and I did my best to look at it, but I told her, “Ma’am I don’t think I can do this.” What do you mean you can’t do this? You don’t want to do it?” “No, it’s not that I don’t want to, but the words are just too big.” “So, you don’t want to do it?” “No, it’s not that I don’t want to do it, but it’s just that I have a fifth grade education and if I flunk this, then you are going to put that my mind is not right because I had a head trauma.” And so, again, she seemed to be having a bad day, and yanked the paper out of my hands, saying, “Well, since you don’t want to take this, I guess you can go back to your room.” She was speaking negative; I was speaking positive. She was so upset and said, “You will never drive again, you will always have to have someone to take care of you, and you are never going to be the same.” But I knew better.

I was only there for maybe eight days at the rehab. The doctor came in and said, “There’s nothing more we can do; we are sending you home.” Okay! I went home and a few days later I went to my family doctor and I brought the X-rays they had taken at the hospital of all my fractures. He told me that he had not seen me in a while and I told him that I had an accident, and explained to him this is why the shield. He opened the X-rays, took them and looked at them and said, “Oh my gosh, and you are walking? What about we take some new X-rays? “He should have never done that! So he did - took new ones. They came back, he put the old ones with the new ones and he thought about it and thought about it. “This is not right. We might have to take some more.” But he took the two sets, old and new, to another room and asked the other doctors for their input. The old X-rays showed fractures from two and a half to four and a half inches. And the new ones were almost an inch and a half fractures. So, the doctor came in and said, “I looked at this and my partners looked at this, and I don’t know how you have done this.” He thought about it, but then he shook my hand and told me, “I want to apologize to you.” I told him, “Why? You have nothing to apologize for.” But he was saying that he needed to apologize for saying that I was a lucky man. “Instead, I want to rephrase that and say that you are a blessed man!”

That gave me contact with him and I would go in and talk to him; that is what he wanted, not to examine me, but to hear more about God – it opened a door. The guys (pastors) whose house I was working on were going to go speak in Jacksonville, Florida, and they gave me that opportunity to go with them and give my testimony. This is why the many accidents that happened to me – they were part of my story. I had about a week and a half to get to Jacksonville, but the enemy had other plans for taking me out so I wouldn’t get there, but I made it anyway, brace and all. It ended with me praying for close to four hundred people. That also showed me that whatever was happening to me – I was able to give back to the people. That’s how things started, and then I started to travel and share what happened.

I was in Dallas at a conference and met with another wonderful person, she was a prophet, and she gave my number to someone in North Carolina. That lady called me and had heard about my testimony and she asked me to come to her city. I asked her, “What is you want from me?” She wanted me to lay hands on her husband and heal him. I told her that I could lay hands on him, but I couldn’t heal him; it was not my place. I could pray, but only God could heal him.

So I went to see her husband twice a year staying two months at a time for eight years, and visited with him. He was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s disease, and was bedridden for twelve and a half years. I did what I could around the house and to encourage the nursing staff, his wife, and encourage and serve my brother in Christ. Be there for him. I think that the last time it happened, the last time I went, I knew in my spirit it was for a purpose. It was time for my brother in Christ to go to Heaven. It was on a Saturday night that I was awakened, and felt that I was drawn to his room. I asked the nurse attending him if she was communicating with him (he could only move his eyes at that point), and she said “no.” So I knew something was going to happen, went back to my room and came back early Sunday morning. I was led to wash his feet and anoint them. One of the nurses asked me why I was doing this and I told her she would not understand. I was able to talk to my brother in Christ and hold his hand, like I always did, telling him it was okay to go on. And he did, peacefully.

That night, Sunday, he came to my room in the spirit. I didn’t know what it was; I thought it was this huge light - kind of terrifying. But I heard his voice saying, “Don’t be troubled. I just want to thank you for all that you have done for me and for my family. Words can’t express how much you mean to me.”

The visit came at least four more times in that way. It got to the point where he shared something that I needed to share with a friend about translating dreams, and my friend needed to hear this. It took off from there. This is when the visions started to happen, and then the fifth time is when I got tapped on the shoulder and went to Heaven. I didn’t know what it was, but an angel was tapping my shoulder and telling me that I was summoned, but not to be frightened. So that broke the ice. I walked the steps and entered the Heavens. I haven’t seen Christ, but great men and women, Saints of God have come to talk to me – some I don’t know because I haven’t read their book in the Bible.

Going to visit this man in North Carolina changed my life – it was being obedient, and just able to share and make myself available to help in whatever way I could. It showed my faithfulness and commitment. I had to go through a test in Heaven to see if I could go through all this. Because when I meet all these great men and women in Heaven they share a little bit about their past, for me to bring back to earth and share with my friends. Little by little they got comfortable and would share more. So, I am still going into Heaven.

It’s been quite a Journey. I am not perfect. I am going to make mistakes, and I might say something that is out of order, or didn’t come out right, but there is a God that knows what I am trying to do, and He corrects it, and I am forgiven. In this world or on any kind of Journey, or whatever you are doing for God’s Kingdom, you are going to be persecuted, and there are a lot of things that people might not like…there is nothing you can do about it. But just go on. Just like Christ did, move on to the next town.

I am honored and pleased to be able to go into Heaven and see what I see, hear what I hear, accept what I am given, and then bring it back home – I am a messenger. All I want is for people to be blessed. I want them to clear their mind and heart and soul, and when they read The Journey, to take it slow. Let them work in a tremendous way of love. If you are married, work together, take your time in reading; discuss things with each other. Let it build up your marriage. Let it build up your faith. Let it build your love, compassion, and also for your children. For everyone to come into unity, because this is what The Journey is about – unity. Coming closer. And be filled, more alive, because it is Manna that comes from above. We need to be lifted to a new level.

There is a book that Daniel has that has been locked. But now it is time to unlock the book, because it talks about secrets that we are going to receive. This is also where the things we have not seen we are going to see. Things we have not done, we are going to be able to do. We are ready for all of those, but most of all that I was never taught in the Catholic, Baptist or Pentecostal church or any other church – about Jerusalem. And now I have accepted it into my life and it has been burning that we have to speak about Jerusalem, continue to pray for her, to let the pastors open their mind and feed the flock to pray for Israel. Because without Israel, we have pretty much lost the key to the Father’s heart. When we acknowledge these things, we can see how we will be blessed and blessed.

This is what The Journey is about. I am leaving it to the Holy Spirit that when people get hold of this it will bless their lives, their marriage, their business, what they are seeking will increase with their walk, their mind and their heart. And they will really come into one accord. We all need it. So hopefully this will all help, and we will see where it goes from there.

Ruben Domingos

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