Hans Gardelach story, translated and partly edited by me and google.
[slightly updated] My dad was a alcoholic, mom divorced and we moved in with another man. Some guy from the neighborhood tricked me down into a basement and raped me when I was four years old. I was almost beaten to death at the age of 12 and a couple of years later raped again by another man.
Life had gone wrong for me. It was very noisy at home, and I became an easy victim of flower power-wave and its drug culture in the late 60’s.
I took pills and alcohol. Some time later became heavier drugs and homelessness my everyday. Moreover, I soon ended up in sexual perverts circuits; porn industry, porn clubs, gay and transgender sexual small. I was in prison the first time in 1970, followed by the juvenile school, hospital, nursing and more prisons. After release from the last prison sentence in 1977, I realized that my life must change. I tried to get the record straight through hard work and marriage. But it burst again soon and I fell back into my old habits. 1985, I was saved, but still fell back into the gross abuse two years later. I had met Jesus, but thought that he would turn around and follow me.
In 1989 I became HIV-infected by the woman that I then lived with. I took the death sentence almost as a relief. I thought; “O how nice, now would society have to take care of me.”
No matter how much I drank or how much dope I pumped into my veins, I experienced no satisfaction. Already in 1993, the HIV infection progressed to AIDS, and this because of my hard abuse. Three years later, in 1996, the disease had taken life out of me – all hope was out. Immune system weakened rapidly. The doctors told me: “We can not help you if you continue like this.” I had in August 1996 only two months left to live. Carls note: The medical record from this time said the following translated again..
“18 / 7 -96 showed HIV-RNA PCR extremely high virus levels in the blood, 6.6 million copies / ml. Help cells has fallen compared with November -95, now only 160 x 10 per liter. “
After receiving this information I went and sat on a bench outside the S:t Clara church in central Stockholm. I drank a large bottle of strong wine and thought about what it would feel like to die and when it would happen. Then suddenly I heard a voice within me that said: “Where did Jesus go?” I felt strongly that I just have to get back to Jesus. I went into the church and spoke with a deaconess. I told her that I would die soon, but I first wanted to ask Jesus for forgiveness before I died.
A bit later I had come to a Christian treatment center, mostly to receive a dignified death. I began to eat anti-retro viral medicines, called out to God and asked to be cured, but was constantly deteriorating. I was getting weaker and weaker with everyday that passed. My body smelled strongly, I had three loose teeth in my mouth and I was looking very thin. I really was a walking dead – but at least I was among people who loved me.
One day I received a clear appeal from God: “Make up with your conscience. Now is the time that you put your self-pity aside and deal with everything, that you have done against others, but above all, as you have done to yourself as my image. I also found this verse in the Bible, John letter, Chapter 1, verse 9, which says: “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just, so that He will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” – I took this verse serious.
I started cleaning up the conscience to confess all my sins, even though it was very painful. I was sweating all over my body but I had made my decision to get all debris out! In a couple of hours, I presented and confessed to a pastoral the drug and sexual addiction, which had been my life. After two hours the man said – Well done Hasse, now come back in a week and we’ll continue.
In a few months time, I wrote down everything that floated up in the memory of sins from the old life. After reading and confessing I threaded all notes.
He forgives and cleanses
Something within me broken and I can honestly say that I have not had a single demand for drugs since that date. The odd thing happened to the immune system started to grow and heal out. A couple of months later I my doctors checked me and my AIDS had gone down to “untraceable” Today I am healthy and have a strong immune system. Carls note: Medical records again, saying the following:
“Patient with AIDS diagnosis since -93 on drugabusing basis. Lives now in treatment in Västervik. On Epivir, Crixivan, and has gone down from 6.6 million copies to 0 in a few months.”
I have at the time of writing have not had a single HIV-virus in any of all of the tests for now over thirteen years. I’m checked about four times a year to be on the safe side.
As a bonus, another healing in 2006. I had hepatitis A, B and two types of C (the worst and the kindest type). Some of which I had since the late 60’s. So in early 2006, after my doctors did a liver biopsy they found out that instead of dealing with interferon (cancer treatment) – to save me from dying in liver cancer or more likely in cirrhosis – my liver was completely healed.
Well guys. Not sure what you think about all this, I’m very happy to have been able to meet with this guy. I don’t know if anyone with AIDS have been cured before but looking at him, and his wonderful, loving eyes and listen to his story – it’s special.
Update: He also gave me this picture that a doctor gave him about what he was like back in 96. It’s like parking an old car in the forest for 30 years. Rust will eat it’s way thru everything and the only thing left will be a spidernet of old metal. No medicine will work, because there is nothing for it to catch onto. The same thing with Hasses body when having two month left to live. Beyond repair.
Oh, and yes, I’ve seen medical records from before and after – that’s something I just HAD to see with my own eyes. My second name must for sure be Thomas. ;) I can’t put them online though because they can be missused.