Akiane

“A vision is like an oasis in a desert. You can’t have it all the time, as you need to keep on continuing your journey through the desert of life experiences, full of faith trials… I am not so concerned about waiting for a vision to appear because I know it will come to me when I least expect it… I still do have visions that inspire my work…

I remember splitting into a myriad fragments, hundreds upon hundreds of eyes that could see in all directions and participate in many imperative planetary and extra-planetary proceedings all at the same time. Then, after many long hours, I reappeared in the midst of numerous eye-witnesses, right by the windows in the crescent shaped corridor of our house. Neither my family, nor the officers, nor I could comprehend what had really happened, nor did we discuss it any more as it carried rather distressing and inexplicable association… This voice was following me, guiding me through these galaxies; and then I asked him, 'Do you know, Who are you?' And then I started calling him God…

"Today I met God," Akiane whispered to her mother one morning. "What is God?" I was surprised to hear this. To me, God's name always sounded absurd and primitive. "God is light-warm and good. It knows everything and talks with me. It is my parent." "Tell me more about your dream." "It was not a dream. It was real!" I looked at her slightly puffed eyes, and in complete disbelief I kept on asking her questions. "So who is your God?" "I cannot tell you." Akiane lowered her head. "Me? You cannot tell your own mom?" "The Light told me not to." She was firm.

“You know, I have to tell you, we went through almost everything. We went from being Christian to to being Catholic, we studied Buddhism… but at this particular point, I think every single [one] of my siblings, they have their own path, their own spiritual enlightenment they are reaching. I have my own, my parents have theirs, and my brothers have theirs. I cannot say what they believe in or what path they are choosing, but for me, I can say I am the same person [as] I was when I was four years old… I am spiritual.”

"At age 6 Akaine was asked by her Lord and Savior, Yeshua, to share the real face of Jesus with the world by painting a portrait of Jesus that would capture His compassion and His love of all mankind. With her parents’ help, Akiane began to search in earnest for someone on earth who’s facial features resembled the images of Jesus she had experienced in her heavenly encounters with Yeshua, Jesus our Messiah. Desperately wanting to paint portraits of Jesus, Akiane spent endless hours in malls, stores, and public events searching for the right face. Her search went on for over a year – no one she saw resembled Jesus! Totally undone and frustrated, Akiane asked her family to pray with her as she went to God for help. She prayed, 'I can’t do this anymore, God. This is it. I can’t find anyone by myself. I need You to send me the right Model.'

"The very next day, Akiane’s prayers were answered! "The doorbell rang. The visitor was a bearded man, over 6 feet tall, with strong hands and a warm smile. His demeanor was a balance of meekness and poise. He was a modern-day carpenter! Akiane said in Lithuanian, “Tai jis! – This is He!” The mysterious carpenter God had sent to Akaine was available for only 3 days (John Roth, a carpenter from Sandpoint, Idaho), yet Akiane was so thankful! She sketched him from every possible angle. Then, at age 8 and in just 40 hours, the Jesus “Prince of Peace” painting was created! This was over a decade ago. Today the internationally acclaimed “Prince of Peace” painting is recognized by believers around the world as the Real Face of Jesus.”

~ Akiane Kramarik, now age 22, is a self-taught Lithuanian-American poet and painter. She became known as a child prodigy after her artwork of Jesus Christ, as well as other pieces, gained international attention. She began drawing at the age of four.

'I was so young but started having these visions and impressions of the world, I was just so surprised at the impeccable images I had in my head that I just had to express them in some sort of physical matter. So I began sketching on anything and I remember these drawings scattered around the dirty shack we used to live in.'