This is an excerpt from the book "EYE OF A NEEDLE" describing Frank Schipula's vision.  This is the only personal accounts in the book.  The remaining chapters deal with the spiritual teachings of prosperity and the finding of true purpose in life.

During a time on a road trip, I saw something that changed my life. It was a piece of property. Not just any property - it was a piece of property that I dreamt about on a reoccurring basis covering a span of twenty-five years. At the time, I did not know what to think, do, or say about this strange event.

I had never laid eyes on the property before. The property lay in the mountains of Virginia and I had spent most of my life in Texas.  This was very strange to say the least; my dream had manifested right before my eyes.  I have not dreamt this dream for quite some time. However, right after this experience I started having the reoccurring dream again. The original dream was more like a snapshot than a movie, however this time was different - it started to unfold like a film documentary without words. It went from a benign still-shot to an action film with a spiritual overtone.  It was as if I had been starring at a movie poster for twenty-five years and then finally, the movie started. I now know that the movie poster was a glimpse of an event to come and when I became ready to see what God wanted me to see, He moved in my life and started to play the movie.

During this time in my life, tragedy came and turned it upside down.  My business took a turn for the worst starting with a slow grinding financial spiral, a business betrayal that lead into a multimillion dollar law suit followed by a complete business failure. My personal life did not fare any better. During this time of business failure and in my mid-forties, my wife Karen and I had just adopted a baby girl, naming her Catherine. Soon after, Karen became ill. Diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, Karen became unable to walk or function in any capacity including caring for our baby. Financially depleted; we were losing our way of life, including our home. At that time, I made the decision to send both Karen and child to live with her parents. With all this stress, our relationship spiraled down ending in divorce, a million dollar debt, and finally bankruptcy.

Looking back, I realize it was a spiritual attack designed to stop me from gaining spiritual maturity, however God is good. He used the attack that striped everything away in my life to get me to stop, look, and listen to what He had to say. He wanted me to refocus my life on Him instead of myself. Thus, when I sought Him instead of myself for answers, He showed me what I needed to see. 

God wanted me to see the differences and most importantly the similarities between heaven and earth. He wanted me to understand that when there is truth in heaven there is truth on earth. Truth in heaven and truth on earth must align before truth is really truth. Behind everything here on earth, there is a spiritual reason in heaven for its existence. We just need eyes to see and ears to hear.

He gave me understanding by showing me the property in my dream as an attention getter. Then He showed me the vision from three different advantage points: the first advantage point was the physical components, the second advantage point was the vision process, and finally the third advantage point was the spiritual truth. In doing so, God showed me how to stop limiting my prosperity by the toiling of soil in my name and start achieving total prosperity through toils in His name.

Within the dream, I saw myself standing in the second floor back room of an old white farmhouse. Simple, nothing fancy with little furnishings. I was looking through a telescope up toward the intersection of two mountains that formed a passage up to their tops. Ascending upward, you could see a wooded trail and at its base, transitioning into a lush green pasture, stood a small chapel.

This chapel was made of stonewalls on the outside, large arching wooden doors, and thick dark wooden beams arching across its interior giving it a gothic appearance. Dimly lit inside, the sunlight shone in boldly exaggerating the colors of stain glass windows.

Within the chapel, there was nothing except a single kneeler and pew large enough for one person centered in the middle of the sanctuary. There was nothing up front or anything in the back. Nothing was in the chapel just the kneeler and pew. When you looked up and to the left side of the front wall of the sanctuary, you could see a large clear glass window. Behind that glass window was a room with an array of audio recording equipment. Due to the gothic nature of the chapel, the recording equipment was out of sorts with everything else.

Flashing back to the outside, I found myself standing in the backyard of the farmhouse next to an old barbwire fence that surrounded the yard. The yard was scattered with old rusty farming equipment haphazardly abandoned in overgrown grass. As I stood at the back corner of the yard looking out toward the property with the farmhouse to my left, the property sloped down left-to-right toward the chapel, then up again toward the mountain pass. A cobblestone path followed the property contour as it sloped downward from the crest of a hill on the left ending at the gothic doors of the chapel on the far right. This long narrow path reminded me of a needle with the chapel's doors as its eye.

Back to the left, at the crest of the hill, a mailbox stood next to the starting spot of the cobblestone path. Beyond the mailbox, a two-lane blacktop farm-to-market road ran in front of the farmhouse. Across and parallel with the farm-to-market road stood five old motor-motel bungalows. They were small white individual buildings with each having a parking area for a car. Each bungalow was a dimly lit two-room motel consisting of a bathroom and bedroom. It was simple in décor with a dresser, full-size bed, nightstand, lamp, and a chair. The fifth bungalow stood across from the cobblestone path and mailbox.

Now that you have a pictorial layout of the physical dimensions, you need to understand the purpose of its existence. Nothing exists in the physical without a reason; there is always a purpose for it. We receive understanding by acknowledging and accepting purpose for the physical and in doing so, justify its existence.

The process starts from the left side of the picture and continues to the full right side of the picture at which time it reverses course back to the full left. Starting from the left coming down the farm-to-market road, people were walking in single file unevenly spaced apart from each other. At first, they were coming from all parts of the United States and then from all parts of the world. They came carrying nothing. They were successful businesspeople, politicians, entertainers, bankers, industrialists, and those that were striving for success, but never achieving it. The people were all different except for one commonality.

They all had a sense of an unfulfilled life - an incompleteness that followed them no matter how successful they became. They all had chased success in the natural - success birthed in the physical life resulting in fame, fortune, and power. Now they were seeking something much greater than what they could achieve on their own. However, they did not know what it was. Confused and pondering, they one-by-one stopped at the first of the five old motor-motel bungalows. As the occupant in the first bungalow exited and entered the second bungalow, the next person in line would enter the first of the five bungalows. This process continued until they had been in each of the five bungalows.

Within the first bungalow, they would change into a brown Franciscan style robe retrieved from a dresser's drawer. After which, they opened the nightstand and retrieved a document that they would start reading. They would read, pray, and fast until it was time to leave and enter the next bungalow. One-by-one each person would wait their turn entering the next room only when its prior occupant vacated it. They entered each bungalow and would retrieve a document from the nightstand to read, pray, and fast waiting for the next occupant to move through each of the five next bungalows. When they finished with the last of the five bungalows, they would cross the farm-to-market road and wait by the mailbox for their turn to traverse the distance to the chapel.

I witnessed these people traversing the cobblestone path to the chapel. Some walked slowly, some walked fast, and some ran. Some would meander as if it was unimportant, and some would show great agony crawling on bloody elbows and knees. Each person would express his or her own walk of conviction; some in self-reflection, some in prayer, some in song, some in praise, and some in worship.

As each person entered the chapel, they would go to the kneeler and pew and wait for instructions. I was standing in front of the window in the recording room so they could see me. I would give them instructions to kneel, sit, or walk around and told them that I would be recording their session for them to review and present to their authority. We would enter into a personal discussion. Some went quick and fast, some went slow and long. Some people were very expressive and others reserved. Each session took as long as what was needed, no faster, no sooner.

Upon completion of the session, each person would leave the chapel in a variety of ways. Some running, some in a fast walk, however, regardless of their method, they were all happy and in a hurry as if they were going somewhere important. As they hurried up the cobblestone path and turned the corner to head backup the farm-to-market road back to their homes and occupations, they would place an offering in the mailbox. After giving an offering, they would head back to the place of their old life, walking in a new life knowing their purpose. They would restart their life in fellowship with Christians in their towns and cities. They gave to the church, gave to the needy, and supplied the Great Commission of Christ. In doing so, they received greater prosperity than they ever had known before. Periodically, when called upon, they would come together as a whole and serve the greater good of prospering the downtrodden warriors of Christ.

As I received the mail from the mailbox, I started to open the envelopes to find substantial and generous offerings far exceeding anything I had imagined. After exclaiming they were giving too much, I started to toss the offerings over my right shoulder. Nevertheless, the offerings kept coming. I saw myself tossing millions and millions of dollars over my shoulder. When I finally turned around, I saw what the money was going for. I saw wounded soldiers of God. Soldiers wounded in conflict fighting spiritual battles for the greater good of man's existence on earth. The offerings were building a three-tiered treatment and recovery retreat for these soldiers of God.

After seeing the physical vision and the process within the vision, I spent three years trying to interpret the vision's meaning. It was evident that there were two physical components within the vision - the chapel complex, which I named Eye of a Needle and the healing retreat, which I named Shepherd's Retreat. However, I found three ministries within the vision, one more than the physical components, which I named Brothers of Titus for the people that went through the chapel complex process.

I knew the vision was from God, but the meaning escaped me. After writing over eighty pages, describing the physical part of the vision, the only thing I concluded was that I was to build the retreat for the process to take place and then the objective would become clear. Having a ministry of my own was not even a question. I thought I had to build the retreat and then the ministry leaders would come and start ministries to support the process.

I felt I had to take action, so I started to press forward with the strategy of: build it and they shall come. I called a legal referral that I received from a prominent church in the area. After several conversations with counsel, I approved and started the process for setting up a legal ministry including the 501c3 status required by the IRS. We completed the legal documents and filed quickly and now it was time to wait. The legal process was quicker than I had anticipated and the waiting was longer than I thought. While waiting on the IRS, I decided to sit down and start writing notes for future reference. This is when God showed up in a big way.

As I stated in the Message from the Author, I started writing without an objective. The subject of prosperity through Christian stewardship quickly revealed itself. It was no coincidence that the subject and process within the manuscript outlined new values and behaviors in my life. I sat down, began writing and within forty-five days, had most of the body completed in a rough draft. A few critiques later, the prosperity manuscript was complete enough to use in an educational format. 

I did not know or see the miracle God worked out in my life until my pastor helped illuminate it. One day as we were at lunch, I expressed my feelings about the manuscript when he asked me to supply prosperity training for our church. I was eager to share the information on prosperity and was quick to help. He wanted training held before Sunday services and started mapping out a schedule that included five ninety-minute sessions. Recognizing the possibilities of dissecting the manuscript into five components, I then, for no particular reason, digressed into explaining what I saw in my physical vision and the process I witnessed. All of a sudden, I realized that the physical process components within the vision directly correlated to the chapters in the manuscript. In disbelief, I quickly mapped out the vision and labeled the physical components with the titles of the chapters within the manuscript. Sure enough, they matched. The manuscript appeared to hold the key to the process within my vision and the birthing of Eye of a Needle Ministry. A true God moment had just occurred.

Since this time, many wonderful miracles have happened to people that read and applied the biblical principles of prosperity and purpose found in this book. I have seen relationships reconciled, financial turnarounds both personally and professionally, physical healings, and many ministries and stewardships established. The principle of prosperity and purpose has reestablished me financially and has placed me in good standing within my peers. I am no longer divorced or a part time father. Karen and I have reconciled, remarried, and bought a home. My daughter Catherine Elizabeth has a family to call her own.

Life is good and so can yours.