I WON! I am in Jesus, who is in God

God is Love and Truth

I am YahASon, and I am with the Holy Spirit of God in my heart, and I am in Jesus, who is in God.

I am not yelling and running this race in fear.
I am walking it in love, and talking it in love, and I won it in Jesus.

Lorne Jason Wettstein, reborn as YahASon disciple and ambassador of Jesus, and free indeed.

I’m not entirely sure what this is meant to be—an article, a testimony, or simply an expression of faith. Perhaps it is also an expression of confusion, pain, and suffering, and about the negativity of the enemy and why they continue to fight with lies, cruelty, and harm. How is it that I can wipe the blood away from my face and head, wash the blood from my clothes and sheets, and still always find the smiles of my faith? It is odd to me to see that in all my strength and love, somehow people are still looking at it with eyes of deceit, prowling and seeking to devour and destroy. I can almost read it like a weather channel—if it is stormy and full of deceit and rains of pain, there must be a very good day just around the corner. I truly did not think they would remain so committed to darkness, but it seems they have been deceived to the point that they even believe their own lies.

Every day carries its struggles. Yet no matter what happens, I always find myself returning to kinder ways. I can smile and laugh in a joke that is also true—that it was not just one person but seemingly an army of fools, and I still stand in the love and light of God today. Alive in joy and smiles again, loving and choosing to care and share with all, because in my love I stand tall. The worse the day and the heavier the attacks, even when bruising, I remain true and in love and find my way clear again. I notice, too, that when attacks against me did not work, they moved to people closer to me. Since they cannot hurt me directly, they hurt them to hurt me. I then isolate even more, knowing that when they attack others to hurt me, I can simply be alone with my stone—Jesus.

I often wonder what reward they think they are gaining. What is the reward for losing your soul? What is the reward for losing your life? Because in the end, that is the path they are choosing. They will die. Yet I am still here. They have not been able to kill me. I have truly tried to understand all the darkness and foolish ways. I do not just listen to a story; I put myself into it. I try to see things from all sides. Yet I still cannot understand lies from any angle—there is nothing good in a lie.

If someone cannot see the miracle in that alone, I could show them the evidence—bloody pillows, bloody towels. On many occasions I didn’t just call the RCMP. I contacted police, TV news media, politicians, churches, and even the Vatican. I reached a point of desperation just wanting to know there was someone who cared—just one person who would come to my defense. I couldn’t find anyone in Canada. This was not just a few people; I reached out through emails exceeding all expectations—over 270,000.

At that point I thought I might as well try the same in the United States. I reached out to Donald Trump, the president, most of the Republican Party, news media outlets, and even Hollywood production companies. If that wasn’t enough, it has now been almost three years of sharing my desperation with politicians, police, and others, even the alternative media—which I have long believed to be fraudulent. It is as if people do not understand that Satan runs the world, and as a liar he lies, cheats, steals, and murders. Is it strange to think that this is also how the world is run?

There were phone calls to the FBI, to politicians, and once again to the RCMP—many of them recorded, some even in public. As I said, I didn’t necessarily do it for anything more than proof that I did, because the story was so strange and dark that I knew it had to be recorded. Otherwise it would be hard for anyone to believe that I lived through it. Even now I find it hard to believe.

This also strengthens my faith, because I know I am only alive because of God. That Satan and the army of his fools and soldiers would spend so much time focused on me makes me wonder: what was I doing that would be so important? Maybe it is more about what I refused to do. I still refuse. I will never hurt anyone. I will always be true. I will always love you.

The battle is already won—it was won in love. Jesus took your sins, your pain, and your suffering, and He died so that you could live. If I have learned anything from this, it is that strength is found in love, because the winner has already proved it. And my hope is that through this extension of love, I too can help bring some people into victory through God and through Jesus.

Here I come to the part where I speak about the open wound on my head—something that would kill most people, yet I am still alive. It is strange to reach this point while feeling the blood still dripping from the wound. I have lost more blood onto my sheets, clothes, and towels than most people would during a life-threatening surgery.

I even had a surgery where part of my skull was removed. I asked for the photographs of my skull before the operation, because I could clearly see the alignment in the CT scans and MRI images. Instead, they only showed me photos taken afterward. I told them there is no surgery without the “before.” I also have the agreement and a video recording of this conversation. They never provided it, and the call was also recorded. He admitted that I was correct and even admitted why it was not healing and what had been done improperly—because I told him. After that, knowing everything was recorded, he refused to speak with me again.

I have stated these things publicly, and if I were wrong he could call the police or sue me. He cannot do that because I do not lie. I also have MRIs and CT scans showing that I was intentionally mistreated. This is only a small part of many mistreatments, crimes, and abuses. When I say the criminals involved are among the most severe, that is almost an understatement. Some run online casinos and gambling operations. Others manufacture and distribute large portions of the world’s drugs. Others commit murder as entertainment. There are also operations tied to exploitation and pedophilia.

I do not believe there is any good side to the world of Satan. A kakistocracy is rule by the worst people, and when you look at who runs the world, it often appears that the worst are the ones placed into positions of control and power. Criminals run crime, corruption infects systems of religion and government, and instead of uniting people under the love of God, many redefine spirituality with narcissism and lies.

I can see the patterns of false prophets very clearly. Many profess love, but good people bear good fruit. A good person does good things. When someone is in pain and reaches out to a truly good person, they receive comfort and conversation—that is the fruit of a good tree. But a bad tree, like a thorny bush, bears no fruit. They avoid real conversation. They may talk about someone, but they will not talk with them.

They can lie all day, but I can see the lies. It is not just about knowing what is true or false—I can sense the depth, the emotion, and the intent behind it. That is why they will not speak with me directly. Someone may smile, but I can see sadness or discomfort behind it; the smile is not real.

If liars lie, cheaters cheat, and fools continue in foolishness, then even behind their masks I can see their true faces. Sinful people remain in sin, and while they remain in that spiritual state it seems they cannot hear or see what I am saying. Yet even this brings me back to forgiveness. To love the fool is to love the sinner—not the sin.

I have much to say and much to show, and many gifts and loving ways for people to know. Each day I wake with many things I could say, yet much of it remains on the back burner. I have publicly made a challenge to Elon Musk and another to what I referred to as the giant Goliath. The things I have to say and do are for the glory of God, and under His guidance I will know when the time is right. I live in full faith that His timing is perfect.

I feel many changes within myself. I also feel that I cannot live in sin anymore. The choices of yesterday simply do not exist today. For me, it would be impossible to lie. I do not drink alcohol. I do not use drugs. I do not pursue sexual acts of any kind, not even masturbation. I do not mistreat people. I live honestly and cleanly. All that I do is rooted in the vine of Jesus and in the new heart given through the Holy Spirit. I am in Jesus, who is in God my Father. This is who I am, and this is my faith.

I have reached out to churches, religious leaders, the Vatican, and even the Pope—and still there is silence. I even found some strange amusement when Vatican support refused to connect me with anyone of importance, yet quickly offered a payment system so I could speak with artificial intelligence instead.

False prophets were a problem in the time of Jesus as well, so this is not new. Scripture speaks of wolves in sheep’s clothing. Lies and deception have always been tools of darkness. It is painfully obvious that at the highest levels of governments, corporations, and churches there are many wolves. Yet the wolves have not stopped me from feeding the sheep. I am always searching for the one good sheep among the wolves.

I do not want to be redundant, but there is one thing I know about truth and good people: they will never refuse conversation with someone in need. Love does not hide from people. Love is brave and quick to challenge injustice, suffering, and pain. If someone refuses to speak with you directly, something is being hidden. I do not trust those who refuse conversation yet continue speaking about someone behind their back.

That does not mean everyone who speaks with you can be trusted—discernment is still necessary. As I said before, a good tree is known by its good fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit.

I wake each day in faith. It is all I truly have. My dog and I sleep on the floor with almost nothing, yet I still smile. I still find love and joy each day. My dog Chewy—I joke and call him “Chew Love”—is a kind and loving companion, and together we are strong in love. Even through the pain, I remind myself that if I wake up to another morning, it is only because God still has plans for me.

Every day my faith grows stronger. My love grows deeper and rises toward Heaven. Truth becomes clearer. Darkness fades as I live in light and love without fear. When I look back at who I was three years ago and compare it to who I am now, the difference is immense. That transformation strengthens my faith. In many ways it feels like a miracle—and a miracle that can be clearly seen cannot be broken.

God is Love and Truth

I am YahASon, and I am with the Holy Spirit of God in my heart, and I am in Jesus, who is in God.

I am not yelling and running this race in fear.
I am walking it in love, and talking it in love, and I won it in Jesus.

Lorne Jason Wettstein, reborn as YahASon disciple and ambassador of Jesus, and free indeed.