Boy Died & What Jesus Revealed About TRUMP RETURN IN 2025 Will Shock You! – Jesus NDE Testimony
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My name is Wilson, and never in my wildest dreams did I imagine writing these words. I died. For a few moments, my heart stopped, my body ceased to function, and I left this world. But in those moments, I saw something beyond human understanding.
I met Jesus, and what He revealed to me has forever changed my life. The message I received is not just for me—it is for you, for everyone. Time is short, and what is coming in 2025 will shake the world to its core.
That day started like any other. I woke up early, had a quick breakfast, and set out for work. The sky was clear, nothing felt unusual, no sign of what was about to happen. I was driving, stopped at a red light, and quickly glanced at a message from my mother.
The light turned green, I pressed forward, and in the next instant, my world shattered. A truck, speeding recklessly, struck my car with unimaginable force. Metal twisted, glass exploded, and my body was thrown like a lifeless doll. There was pain—but only for a moment. Then, silence.
Suddenly, I was outside my body, watching everything unfold. I saw my crushed vehicle, the people running towards the wreck, their screams of horror. Yet, I felt no fear, no panic. Instead, I was being pulled—drawn upward into something beyond comprehension. The world around me darkened at the edges, and I felt myself being guided into a tunnel. But this was no ordinary tunnel—it was alive, shimmering with energy, shifting between light and shadow.
As I moved, I sensed them—beings watching me, guiding me. I felt small in their presence, not out of fear, but out of reverence. Ahead of me, an immense, radiant light awaited. It was not just bright—it was alive, filled with warmth and wisdom. Yet, there was also something else. A darkness. A force so heavy, so consuming, that it resisted the light with all its might. The battle between them was fierce, and I was in the middle of it. The darkness reached for me, whispering deceitful promises, trying to make me doubt, to turn back. But then, a voice echoed through the tunnel: “Wilson, keep moving.”
The darkness recoiled instantly. That voice carried an authority beyond anything I had ever known. I obeyed and pressed forward. The closer I moved to the light, the more I felt knowledge pouring into me—truths I had never been taught but suddenly understood. Then, I saw them—figures of pure radiance, neither human nor terrifying. They were beings of light, filled with purpose, showing me visions of Earth like I had never seen before.
I saw the world beyond its physical form—its spiritual layers, battles raging unseen. Every event in our world, every decision, every prayer—it all mattered more than we could ever comprehend. I saw dark forces rising, seeking control over nations, over people’s minds. But they were not unchallenged. Beings of light, warriors of God, fought back, resisting their influence. And then, I saw something that shook me to my core.
A shift in 2025. A great turning point for the world. Chaos was rising, division was deepening, and at the center of it all, a leader was returning—one cast out, now stepping back into the world’s stage. I recognized him instantly. It was Donald Trump. But this was not just politics. This was spiritual warfare.
His return was a challenge to an agenda crafted in the shadows for decades. Forces of darkness sought to prevent it, to tighten their grip over the world. But there was resistance. The prayers of believers rose like pillars of light, pushing back against the darkness. And then, I heard Jesus speak once more: “This is why you were brought here, Wilson. You must understand what is coming.”
The vision shifted, and I found myself standing in an open space, vast and infinite. Before me, like a great screen, my life unfolded. I saw myself as a child, my triumphs, my failures, the moments of joy and the pain I had caused others. But more than that, I saw my prayers—the power they carried, the ripples they sent into the spiritual realm. I had never realized their impact before. And then, Jesus stood before me.
I cannot describe Him adequately. He was human yet more than human. His presence was everything—love, authority, wisdom, eternity itself. His eyes held galaxies, yet when He looked at me, I felt like the only soul in existence. He knew everything about me—my fears, my doubts, my failures—and yet, there was only love in His gaze.
“You have questions,” He said, though I had not spoken.
“Why am I here?” I managed to ask.
“Because the world is changing, and you must understand what is coming.”
In an instant, I saw the Earth trembling, protests rising, nations at war—not just politically, but spiritually. The forces of darkness were fighting harder than ever. The year 2025 stood as a crossroads. Some leaders were knowingly working with darkness; others were merely pawns. Secret meetings, hidden alliances, deals being made to shape the world’s future, not for good, but for control. And then, I saw the resistance—those who stood against this darkness, some known, some yet to rise. They were being prepared, positioned for the battle ahead.
“The time is coming when they will have to choose,” Jesus said. “The comfortable church will not stand in what is ahead.”
He showed me prayer as I had never seen before. Some prayers were weak, filled with doubt, barely moving. But others—prayers of true faith—were powerful, cutting through darkness like swords of light. Angels responded instantly to prayers of genuine belief, shifting the very fabric of reality.
“The enemy fears a praying church,” Jesus said. “That is why he keeps them distracted, keeps them busy, keeps them from seeing the truth.”
I saw people blindly walking through life, oblivious to the battle raging around them. Some were consumed by entertainment, others by fear. Many had simply given up. And then, I saw what would happen if the church remained silent. Darkness spreading unchecked, fear gripping hearts, deception growing stronger. But there was hope. In homes, in small gatherings, in secret places, prayer warriors were rising. Revival was not coming from grand stages—it was coming from the unknown, the overlooked.
“If my people will humble themselves and pray, I will move,” Jesus said. “But they must act now.”
Then, everything began to fade. I felt myself being pulled back. “No, wait!” I wanted to say, but it was too late. The warmth of heaven disappeared, and I was back in my body. Pain rushed in, and I gasped for air. The hospital room came into focus, doctors and nurses moving frantically. “He’s back!” someone whispered.
For a moment, I questioned everything. Had it been real? But then, I felt it—a lingering touch of heaven still inside me. And in the corner of the room, just for a second, I saw it—a being of light watching over me. Tears filled my eyes. It was real. I had been there. And I had been sent back for a reason.
Jesus told me, “Time is short.” And now, I am telling you. Wake up. Prepare. Pray. Because the shift is coming.
Sᴇᴇ Mᴏʀᴇ: Jesus ‘wasn’t called Jesus’ as scientists say Son of God went by something else
Jesus’ name has been through various different translation throughout the years, however historian now claim Jesus’ real name might be closer to the name we now know as ‘Joshua’
Jesus has been known as many names throughout the years (Image: Getty Images)
Jesus Christ probably had a totally different name, experts have sensationally claimed. Boffs reckon he would have gone by a moniker in his native language of Aramaic which would be unrecognisable to us.
It is a far cry from our modern tongue and the name Jesus has letters which were not even used in written language until 1,500 years after the ‘son of God’ died. The name of Christianity’s main figure has been mangled over time after being repeatedly translated – mutating from Aramaic to Hebrew, then Greek and into Latin.
It finally received an English translation in the 16th century by which time it had become ‘Jesus’.
In Hebrew this name is written as “Yeshu” which is closer to the English name “Joshua.”(Image: Getty Images)
Linguists also claim the surname was not ‘Christ’ and instead would have been linked to his home town of Nazareth in Israel. It means Jesus’ real name was probably actually Yeshu Nazareen. Professor Dineke Houtman, an expert on the relationship between Judaism and Christianity said: “We cannot know for sure which languages Jesus spoke.
“However, given his family background in Nazareth, we can assume his day-to-day language was Aramaic.”
The religious studies boff, from the Protestant Theological University in the Netherlands, said Jesus with a hard ‘J’ wasn’t a name that existed at the time he lived.
Professor Houtman added: “His name would probably have been in Aramaic – Yeshua. It is likely that this is also how he introduced himself. Another possibility is the shorter form Yeshu which is the form used in later rabbinic literature.”
The name Yeshu was as popular as the name Arthur is today. Professor Candida Moss, of Birmingham University added: “Most scholars agree that his name was Yeshua or possibly Yeshu, which was one of the most common names in first-century Galilee.”
Jesus’ lived in a region called Judea that was under the control of the Roman Empire that is now located in modern day Israel and Palestine(Image: Getty Images)
And experts cast doubt on the name ‘Christ’ too. Historian Dr Marko Marina, of Zagreb University said: “In the ancient world, most people didn’t have a last name as we understand it today. Instead, they were identified through other means, such as their parentage, place of origin, or other distinguishing characteristics.
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“For example, someone might be referred to as ‘John, the son of Zebedee’ or ‘Mary Magdalene’, with ‘Magdalene’ probably indicating she was from a place called Magdala.”
Many scholars agree Jesus, who was frequently referred to as Jesus of Nazareth, would likely have incorporated his hometown into his name.
