Presentation
In 1981, I specialized in color television and began writing software in Assembly language. Since then, my professional career has been devoted to electronic design and the development of software and firmware, activities that have accompanied my work to this day.
My interest in radio also began around that time. I started with CB radio, obtained my first shortwave-listener license in 1984, renewed it in 2020, and earned my amateur radio license in 2025.
A curiosity that began in childhood
From the age of about six, I loved helping a carpenter who made furniture. I helped him nail and glue pieces together and prepare furniture for painting. These were some of my earliest opportunities to learn how to make things with my own hands.
When I was fifteen, I received my first camera. I set up my own darkroom, developed black-and-white negatives and prints, and later worked with color photography using Kodak's C-41 process. I then moved on to developing slides and eventually to digital photography.
Having grown up without a father, I helped my mother from an early age to prepare food for the winter: tomato sauce, jams, preserves, and much more. I also studied yeast-leavened dough and learned to make bread, pizza, and other baked goods.
When I was around twenty-five, a herbalist friend introduced me to medicinal plants, essential oils, and their preparation. I bought my first still and later built a professional laboratory still, which I used to prepare brandy and extract essential oils.
Some time later, I began experimenting with soapmaking, eventually producing high-quality soaps, followed by creams and ointments for the body, including preparations intended for particular care needs.
I also practiced fermentation, making kombucha. For several years I held a firearms license and regularly visited the shooting range at Basse di Stura in Turin.
Radio, satellites, and the study of Scripture
In recent years, I have greatly expanded my amateur radio station. Alongside communicating with people around the world, I have devoted myself to satellite reception, receiving images and real-time telemetry from many satellites.
Another important interest has been Ancient Greek. I took lessons because I wanted to study the original texts of Scripture directly, even before the Internet became widely available.
What truly matters
I thank God for all the preparation He has allowed me to receive, for the abilities I have been able to develop, and for the many experiences I have been given.
But I want to make one statement that I consider essential.
As we read in Scripture through the experiences of men such as King David, King Solomon, and the Apostle Paul, I too have come to understand that all these things, however satisfying, are of no value compared with knowing Jesus Christ.
From the moment I personally came to know the Lord Jesus Christ as my Savior, I have regarded all these things as rubbish compared with the immeasurable worth of His presence in my life.
NOTHING can replace the presence of God.
He is the true author of all things, and to Him alone belongs all the glory.
My first encounter with God
An unexpected encounter
Back in 1992, I lived on the third floor on Via Vincenzo Lancia in Turin. On the first floor lived Felice Cressano with his son Pietro Cressano (both recently gone to be with the Lord; may God receive them in glory!) and the rest of the family. Pietro was my age, and when I met him he had already been in a wheelchair for a few years because of a serious accident in England. One day, as I was returning home from work, his father, Felice, had gone to fetch the motorized tracked device used to carry wheelchairs up stairs, so in the meantime I managed to have a few words with Pietro. I had caught glimpses of him before, but had never had an opportunity to speak to him; this was the right occasion.
I approached Pietro because, on a human level, I felt compassion for him when I saw him in the wheelchair, and he told me how the accident had happened. Since I was a computer technician and he had a briefcase containing a laptop on his knees, I offered to help him solve any problems if he needed it. Remember, it was 1992: computers were not as widespread as they are today, and knowledge in that field was quite limited. Felice then arrived and we accompanied Pietro in his wheelchair to their apartment. Pietro asked me to come in for a moment, and I accepted.
I found myself in a room with a round table in the middle. Pietro positioned himself near the table and I sat beside him, while his father went into the kitchen to leave us alone. I did not know how to break the ice with Pietro. Since I had had my son Andrea baptized in the Catholic Church the week before, I used that subject and said, “Did you know that I had Andrea baptized last week?” While Pietro was looking at me, we heard Felice call out from the kitchen: “And what did your son believe in?” Felice had a very powerful voice, and his somewhat “rough” manner made him a very likable and distinctive person. He always made a very positive impression on me.
I did not know what to say because the question had caught me off guard. Meanwhile, looking at the table, I saw a Bible. Having Jehovah’s Witnesses in my family, I immediately thought I was among them. So I answered, “Felice, Andrea is only six months old; what could he have believed in?” He came to our table with the Bible and his glasses and asked me, “But can you read?” That question unsettled me because it was unexpected, and I did not know what to answer. I thought: how can that be? I am a programmer and I cannot read? Of course I can read! So I answered that I could, and he asked, “Please, can you read this to me?” The “half verse” said: “…whoever has believed and has been baptized will be saved;” (Mark 16:16a). He asked me to read those few words again… and again.
I must have read them at least five or six times. Felice said, “Do you believe that what you have read is the Word of God? Because if you do not, I will tear out this page: it is useless!” He reached for the page to tear it out. I cared a great deal about books, partly because the internet did not exist and there were only printed books. I had bought many and knew their cost… I promptly stopped him and said, “I know that the Bible is the Word of God.” But I was confused, because that verse had somehow stopped me in my tracks. With that, the conversation ended and I went home.
A question that would not leave me alone
The next day, I was in the workshop of my company, Essegi Informatica, assembling six computers for Urmet on Via Bologna in Turin. Throughout the day, that Bible verse kept coming back to me… and I thought to myself, “…what could Andrea have believed in?” I answered myself that, at six months old, he could not possibly have believed in or been aware of anything. On my way home from work, before going upstairs to my apartment, I rang Felice’s intercom and he answered straight away. I asked whether he had a few minutes, and he invited me over. I went up and told him, “I have to tell you something very strange.
That Bible verse you had me read yesterday has been hammering away at me all day. It kept coming to mind even while I carried on with my work, which was far from simple.” He immediately answered, “It is the Holy Spirit! He is the one who convinces people.” I could not understand that way of speaking. So I challenged him: “I have read that verse, and honestly I cannot make sense of it or find any answer other than to tell you that, if that is what is written, everyone should act accordingly, including the Catholic Church! I do not believe that attending the Catholic Church is a collective hallucination. Ever since childhood I have been among nuns, priests, friars, Salesians… in other words, within the Catholic Church!
So, if you have found anything else in Scripture you want to tell me about, please tell me whether you can find anything else that does not match.”
A commandment I did not know
Without any hesitation, he immediately leaned towards my ear and whispered: “They have stolen a commandment from you!” I burst out, “Come on! What are you saying? I have had my first communion and confirmation, I was married in the Catholic Church, and I know the Ten Commandments!” He opened the Bible and asked me again, “But can you read?” I smiled and said yes. He showed me these verses and asked me to read them aloud. “You shall not make for yourself any carved image or any likeness of anything in heaven above or on the earth below or in the waters beneath the earth. You shall not bow down before them or serve them, for I, the LORD your GOD, am a jealous God who punishes the iniquity of the fathers upon the children to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me, and shows kindness to thousands, to those who love me and keep my commandments.” (Exodus 20:4–6).
He told me to read them again, and I reread those words several times. What can I say? The effect on me was devastating; I could not believe what I was reading. He asked me what I thought about what I had just read. I was very agitated and confused. I had never read from the Word of God, even though I owned a Catholic Bible (with the apocryphal books). I had always read the Ten Commandments in the little booklets containing them that were distributed by the Catholic Church. Felice said no more than I have related here… just a few words. He never tried to convince me of anything, nor did he spend hours with me reflecting on something: he left me there with my questions.
I went home and reflected on all these things. I could not understand how something like this could have been possible, but, apart from speculation, I had no certain answer. Since I am someone who accepts challenges… I went back to Felice and asked where people like him met, and he answered quite simply, “At the garage!” And… when do you meet? He answered, “Wednesday.” I asked whether I could go with him. He said yes, and I went home. I had formed the idea that “they” would be no more than ten people meeting in a garage with an up-and-over door and a table, with no electricity, using a gas camping lamp.
That evening at the garage
Wednesday evening arrived. I could hardly wait to understand more. All those thoughts throughout the week had received very few explanations, and I was not at all satisfied. Things were unclear and I did not understand, but I hungered and thirsted to know and learn more. At eight o’clock I went downstairs. Felice was loading his son Pietro and his wheelchair into the van; the young woman who cared for Pietro was also there. We arrived at the Full Gospel Christian Church, led by Pastor Franco Di Lena. At that time, the church was on Via Magenta in Collegno and really was at the garage level of an apartment building, underground…
As soon as the van stopped, I saw the ramp and the garage doors and thought my expectations had been confirmed. Felice invited me to go ahead while he helped Pietro and his wheelchair out of the van. I began walking down the garage ramp. As I approached the bottom, I started hearing the music of a song… I followed the music and, much to my surprise, it led to a door rather than a garage door. When I opened it, I saw about a hundred people standing and singing to God with their arms raised. I waited for Felice… and with him looked for two seats as far back as possible, near the coat racks at the back on the left side of the church, as far away as we could get. That is where we sat. I was very surprised by what I was seeing.
The people were reading the words of the song from a screen, projected by an overhead projector. After the first song, then the second… I began looking at my watch, confused: in the Catholic Church, Mass lasted forty-five minutes, and by my reasoning they were wasting those forty-five minutes singing, so we would all be going home shortly. After about forty-five minutes, when the songs and a few announcements were over, I saw Pastor Di Lena go onto the platform and stand behind the pulpit. Seeing him dressed in ordinary clothes, I asked Felice, “Why is he not dressed as a priest?” He answered, again quite simply, “But do you know what he does for a living?” I answered, “He is a priest!” He replied, “He is a greengrocer!” Being spontaneous, I would have expected any answer… except that one!
I burst into such a loud laugh that the pastor saw me from a distance… I tried to stop laughing, but it was too much for me and I managed only with great difficulty. When the pastor began preaching the Word, God touched my heart deeply. The Holy Spirit was showing me what the Living Word was! In my life I had heard some sermons by priests, friars and so on… but without life! At the end of that Wednesday service, I introduced myself to Pastor Franco Di Lena. It was Wednesday, and I asked Felice when they would be back at church. He told me they would return the following Wednesday, since on Sundays they all went to Gabiano, a village quite far away. So I told Felice that, even without them, I would go to church on Sunday, which I did.
I would therefore endure the “songs” until I could hear the Word of God again.
A gift from the LORD
Through all these events, described here very briefly and simply, I understood that God had prepared Felice Cressano for me too, to become my “spiritual father”: a man shaped for that very purpose and sent to me. A “gift” from the LORD! Nuns, priests, friars, Jehovah’s Witnesses and others had come into my life… but NO ONE who actually knew God, that is, who He IS. Yet God, who is great in mercy, threw me a lifeline, beginning with Felice Cressano, then Pastor Franco Di Lena, and the whole Full Gospel Christian Church.
The first decade of my journey
These are some of the things God allowed me to do in His Church. I often accompanied Pastor Di Lena when visiting the sick and delivering groceries to families in need throughout Piedmont.
I was baptized in water on March 21, 1993, and baptized in the Holy Spirit on June 10, 1993.
For several years I was entrusted with leading a home fellowship group. For more than eight years I handled the audio mixer, audio recordings, and some video recordings, especially during evangelistic meetings under a tent similar to those used by 'Christ Is the Answer', large enough to accommodate more than 300 people. Together with other brothers, I also helped with the electrical system.
For nearly two years, the pastor entrusted me with 'La Luce senza confini' ('Light Without Borders'), a program broadcast on RTB (Radio Torino Biblica) on Saturday evenings for approximately two hours. I also brought guests to interview about spiritual matters.
I helped arrange child sponsorships through SOS Terzo Mondo, managed in Turin by Pastor Ernest Bretscer, and later through Compassion International. I also served as a deacon in Pastor Di Lena's church.
I devoted myself to producing evangelistic booklets using the tools available at the time.
That, more or less, was my journey during the first decade.
Called to the prophetic ministry
I lie down on the sofa to rest for a while and say aloud, “I rest in the Lord.” A few seconds later I have this vision. It was not a dream: I was not sleeping. My eyes were closed and I could hear my wife, who had gone upstairs to do some cleaning, when suddenly I found myself thrust into this vision. I want to clarify a few things. A dream is a dream: it can seem very real, but it is a dream, meaning that the person is in a deep sleep and dreaming. As for a “vision”, I need to explain certain things. I must do so on this occasion because some people have not fully understood what it means, and since God has granted me the grace to experience this “thing” several times, I feel the need to add some details that may help the reader.
I have understood what the Apostle Paul means in 2 Corinthians 12:2–3, where he expressly says, “…whether in the body or out of the body I do not know; God knows…” I had just lain down on the sofa and closed my eyes while thinking about my own affairs… and in less than a second I was somewhere else! I was in another place! As soon as I found myself there, my mind, concentration and reasoning actually continued without any interruption. I was therefore very surprised that a moment earlier, literally just a few seconds before, I had been on the sofa listening to my wife’s footsteps as she climbed the stairs, and had instantly found myself somewhere else.
Since my mind had never disconnected, I was quickly thinking about my surroundings. I knew I was on the sofa with my eyes closed, so anyone who had been in my house at that moment would have seen my physical body on the sofa, but in reality I, my true “self”, was not there. I was somewhere else. I want to be more thorough in describing my senses at that moment. I could see: my sight was my normal sight, just as at any other time. I could hear voices in the distance, so my hearing was working perfectly. I could smell things; one of the first things I noticed there was the smell of rain-soaked grass. When I was physically touched, I felt the touch, so I would say that my sense of touch was normal.
Just as when someone touches you, or you are in a crowd and someone pushes you… all these sensations were real and normal. The only thing I have never done in any of the visions is speak. I was aware that I could speak, but it was NEVER necessary, because answers came while I was still putting the question together in my mind so that I could say it. Let me explain more clearly. When I found myself in a vision, there was a “general awareness” — I do not know what else to call it… it was on a mental level, I would say telepathic.
I do not know how, but I was aware that everything communicated by this “awareness” was actually known to everyone immediately, at the same time. It was as though someone shouted a sentence aloud: if fifty people were present, they would all hear that sentence with their ears. It was the same with this awareness. The words I received in this way were perfect and precise. They had a male voice, calm and clearly articulated, not slowed down, but completely understandable to me, one hundred per cent. The most important thing was the certainty, the assurance. Whatever this voice said, within myself I had the certainty that it was true: everything was true and certain, as though automatically certified and accepted without a shadow of doubt.
Within myself I had a sense of assurance and reliability that I have never had when speaking with a human being. Many questions then arose in me, such as… you need eyes to see, but if my body was actually on the sofa at home while “I” was somewhere else — and in this case I was there for the first time, in a place unknown to me — where was that place? A hundred kilometres from my house? Was it on Earth? It seemed to me that it was on Earth because I saw things that are all here on Earth. But I could see! I could hear! I could smell things!
I had physical sensation… that is why I understand the Apostle Paul when, describing that event, he writes, “whether in the body or out of the body I do not know!” I have actually experienced this directly, several times. In this vision, I saw my body just as it was on the sofa; I saw my feet, my trousers… I will take this opportunity to explain something else. Jesus Christ said that He would build His Church. Jesus Christ builds His Church, that is, us. Each of us has an anointing given by God for the purposes, the “good works”, that God has prepared beforehand for each of us.
Now, the natural person normally trains people through standard courses. For example, a company needs to train plumbers and electricians, so it takes these people and prepares courses specifically for them. At the end of these courses, let us say we have plumbers and electricians. These people therefore have a “trade”. From this, we can make some observations. Some people will perform at thirty per cent in their work, others at seventy per cent, and others at one hundred per cent, even though they have all received the same information. Furthermore, someone who has taken the plumbing course will NOT have an electrician’s specialization, and vice versa.
Things are similar in the spiritual world, because we have been given life in the physical world so that we can see and touch things practically, in order to learn spiritual things better. The Word says that EACH PERSON has received talents, and we are responsible for making them bear fruit. These talents, this particular anointing for each person, must be put to work for the Kingdom of God, and we are directly responsible for them. We cannot step outside the anointing God has established for each of us, and we cannot be jealous of the anointing another brother or sister has.
Stepping outside the anointing God has established for each of us means rebellion. It means that we can never bear fruit for the Kingdom of God by doing things ourselves; rather, as it is written, we MUST be fellow workers with the Holy Spirit. I have said these things to explain that, if God has given me these experiences, it means He is instructing me in a particular way and equipping me to carry out the works He has decided for me. But exactly the same applies to you. These experiences God gives His children help them reach the maturity needed to carry out the works He has prepared for them to do. A doctor in the first year of medical school cannot perform a transplant, but can apply a few plasters.
In the second year, the doctor will do a little more, and so on until receiving the qualification confirming readiness to complete the work. In the same way, God shows us things within our reach and will show us greater things so that we are increasingly ready and effective when He calls us to do something. Having said that… I was there in person, even though my body was physically on the sofa. I found myself in a clearing without trees; the trees were about fifty metres further ahead. Before the thunderstorm or storm, visibility was reduced by mist. It was almost dark, but it was not a time of day when it should have been so dark: I was aware that it was almost midday. It was dark because of the weather; it seemed like night. I looked up at the sky and saw great dark clouds.
Lower down, at ground level, I saw white clouds, like mist. As I stood facing this scene, at least three figures emerged from the mist. I say at least three because I could hear voices in the distance. Two stopped several metres behind; I could make them out in the mist because I could see only their outlines. The man in the centre approached me. It was very dark and little could be seen; I saw everything in black and white. It was like a moonlit night, very dark. The one approaching me was dressed for war, but as though resting from battle, because he was not wearing a full suit of armour: he was not wearing the heavy pieces. He wore a long cloak, open at the front, through which I could see a garment made of metal links, like chain mail. It looked like the kind used to stop darts and arrows.
He wore a head covering I could not distinguish, close-fitting and without protrusions. It might have been leather or iron; I could not say. It did not cover his face. In the very little light, I could see a beard that looked at least ten days old. He was a muscular man with a powerful appearance; in the dim light I could see prominent eyebrows. As he approached, with his right hand he took from his left hand a very luminous “piece”, like gold, very bright. I was dazzled by the brightness of this object. As soon as he opened his hand, everything was illuminated with an extremely strong, dazzling light. The light coming from this object was so strong and powerful that it was impossible to look at. He approached me and, pressing with the thumb of his right hand, placed it in the centre of my forehead.
He said to me, “Behold, I have placed upon you the seal of prophecy.” He turned — I could see his cloak from behind — and went away… This “seal” was about the size of a two-euro coin. It was the only thing in colour in the whole scene… very, very bright and radiant, golden yellow. It gave off its own light. The light lasted until he placed the seal on my forehead. As soon as he removed his finger and was saying those words, everything became dark again as before. At that point I opened my eyes and found myself on the sofa. The clock was in front of me, so the first thing I did was look at the time and immediately write down what is written here, to fix the vision in my memory and capture everything about that very special moment.
I confirm that my concentration, my mind and my reasoning were never interrupted in any way from before the vision began until it ended… they were continuous. So I had no loss of any kind or gaps in my memory. I immediately told my wife about the vision. I was truly excited and could hardly contain myself. Dictionaries give the following meanings for the word “seal”: an impression made on a malleable surface by applying a matrix bearing the distinctive marks of an authority or of a natural or legal person, to attest their certifying intent; it can be made using different materials, such as wax, sealing wax, paper, wax beneath paper, or various metals: lead, gold, silver. A special mark, however impressed, used to confer validity or guarantee authenticity.
In Italian public law, the state seal is the mark that legally represents the authority of the state in all expressions of its will. It is kept by the Minister of Justice, hence also known as the Keeper of the Seals, and is affixed, for example, at the end of all laws after they have been promulgated. In international law, the diplomatic seal is the mark indicating the official character of a document relating to international relations. It also identifies the official nature of packets exchanged between the central and peripheral bodies responsible for the international relations of the same state, or between those of different states.
By analogy: a seal of guarantee, affixed to a product to guarantee its genuineness, originality and quality, or to a container to safeguard the integrity or stated quantity of its contents. I began to pray, reasoning aloud… God had placed a “seal” upon me, saying, “Behold, I have placed upon you the seal of prophecy.” A seal is something that bears a title, like the investiture of a knight: you have been appointed a “knight”, or, in my case, you have been appointed a “Prophet”. Since every ministry requires a period of preparation, I asked the Lord when He had first used me, beginning this kind of ministry. God showed me where it had begun: it was my first vision.
Many years have now passed since that vision, just as happened to the Apostle Paul: about thirteen years passed between his receiving the revelation from Jesus Christ on the road to Damascus and the actual beginning of his ministry. It was the same with Jesus Christ, who at the age of twelve was discussing matters in the Temple… but at that moment He could not have said, “I and the Father are one!” About another eighteen years of preparation for ministry passed, until the wedding at Cana, which John 2:11 describes as the beginning of Jesus Christ’s signs.
Source of the dictionary definitions of “seal”: Treccani, Vocabolario on line, “sigillo”.
The biblical passages quoted in this testimony have been translated from the author’s Italian text; they are not quotations from a named English Bible edition.