Sailing Blind and Deaf

I see numbers flying across the sails of a sporty sail boat. The number 14 keeps coming up in large lettering, and then moving across the sail and off again. It looks like someone is shining a projector onto the sails which are white but the numbers are crisp and clear.

Then I see Jesus face appear in the sail and the next thing I hear is a symphony coming from the water all around the boat. Jesus face turns and then I see his arm and hand appear and he turns around and writes on the sail with his finger. The words simply label the numbers which are still appearing on the sail. The label says “The numbers above are navigational numbers. Use them and you will find your way to where you need to go.”

That’s when I looked down and saw you sitting in the boat. You were completely covered with a blanket of discouragement and your head was in your hands; your elbows resting on the ledge of one of the boat’s many nooks and crannies. Because you were resting your head, your hands were covering your ears and it looked like you could neither hear the symphony going on around you, nor see with your face looking down, the words Jesus had written on the sail for you.

You were starting to cry when you lifted your face to cry out to God when you stopped with a shocked look on your face and you saw the writing. Jesus face was no longer showing on the sail but the letters were still there and the navigational numbers continued to scroll across the fabric. Then you also heard the symphony and your tears changed to tears of joy as encouragement set in.

Un-Explainable Success

Room-full-of-boxesYou are confused today… but in a really great way. I see you looking around. You’re in a large room filled with boxes. Every size and shape of box is in the room and every box is labelled to you, with love, from Jesus.

You look around to see where they keep coming from but you can’t figure it out.

As you stand in the room puzzled, a doorbell rings and you go to the front door and open it. On the porch in front of you are another stack of boxes.

You look to see who brought them and you see what looks like a delivery truck driving away. On the back is a company logo that says “HSD – Holy Spirit Deliveries… prospering everything you touch through the power of blessing.”

 

Powerful Prophetic Secret Writing

Today the Lord showed me that you are making lists and struggling doing them. So I see Him commissioning teaching angels to gather around you and as they do, chalk boards surround where you are working, in both protection from distraction, and provision for the resources you need to accomplish the project in front of you.

Today your lists will take a new power from the spirit realm and the Father’s blessing will be on your pen as you undertake this task. I see pages and pages flying out from under your pen and you are starting to accumulate wealth as the stacks of paper that you are writing pile up. I see declarations, proclamations and contracts being written. You are a whirlwind of activity on the desk, as you sit comfortably in the middle of this protection that the angels have set up.

There are no distractions.

There are no other voices.

You are simply enjoying the voice of the Holy Spirit and it is as easy for you as taking dictation from the Lord.
When you finish, the chalkboards in the spirit are rolled back and there are crowds of angels waiting to see what you have written. Instead of paper pages though, everything you’ve written has changed from paper to gold parchment and there is an awe as two angels carry your writings before the Lord.

rapture-premillennialism-jesus-sits-on-throne-of-david-nowAt the foot of His throne, they lay down the parchments. He moves a hand and all the pages flip one at a time in front of him and form a second pile beside where they were originally lain. In the fastest act of speed reading, He finishes, looks up and smiles and with a gracious and pleased voice He speaks:

So let it be.

 

Lord of the Pond

man-turtle-sunsetYou appeared as a turtle today moving along a dusty roadway beside a snail and a white grub. On the horizon is the figure of a man and a silhouette of a cross in front of a setting sun. As I watched, the turtle began running toward the man, wiggling his feet desperately and scooting along more quickly than one would expect. The snail turned to the right and moved off the road while the grub just started burrowing down into the road itself.

After a very long time, the turtle got to within a few feet of the man and then stopped, seemingly unable to move another inch. He was only a short distance from the man but still the turtle could no longer move another muscle.

The turtle set down his shell and pulled in his arms and legs and rested his head on the ground. As I watched, I saw what looked like a tear developing in the turtle’s eye.

Then the man, who had stood motionless and statuesque until this point, took two steps forward and picked up the turtle. He carried him over a small hill where the road had ended, and set the turtle down in a beautiful clean clear pond of water.

I saw the man call to a crow and a skunk and commissioned them to go and eat the others and then he called all the animals left around the pond to join in a celebration and the whole scene sprang to life with crickets, frogs, birds, and wind whistling through the grass. As he watched, the man smiled and was very pleased.

Intended Guest

I see you sitting in the back corner of a large auditorium.  There is a crowd all around you and the ceremony going on is full of pomp and riches.  You look like you feel out of place and are trying your best to disappear in the corner.

The host appears on the stage and calls for people to come up and receive a gift.  You stay seated.  The host again calls out to the crowd and tells them that he has invited everyone and wants everyone to come forward and receive their gifts.  You see people coming back from the stage and they are carrying very interesting and unique gifts.    Nobody is unhappy with anything they have received and yet you are afraid of going forward.

Then an usher is called to the stage and the host whispers in his ear.   The messenger then makes a bee line for you and appears directly in front of you.  He touches your shoulder and says “My master has instructed me to ensure you are aware of his invitation to come forward.”  You reply that you had actually snuck in because you knew you weren’t invited.  You further explain to the usher that since you weren’t supposed to even be there, that you knew he didn’t mean for you to come forward.  You tell the usher that you don’t want to be kicked out and don’t want any trouble so you are happy to just sit where you are and at least be inside the room.

The usher leaves.

Then you see commotion on the stage.  Everyone on stage packs up their things in arm loads, and the step off the front of the stage, following the host as he makes his way through the crowd.  He stops right in front of you and with motion of his arm, indicates to the rest of the people from the stage that they are to set up right there.  The musicians start to play and the host calls his usher over who hands him an envelope.  He opens it looks at it a moment and hands it to you.

It is your invitation and it has a date stamped on it from 2 months ago.  With you jaw dropped, he calls for the usher to bring something else and while the musicians play, a treasure chest is placed in front of you.  The host opens the chest and you see a gold-plated typewriter.   On the front of it is the word “ROYAL”.

Removing it you ask why he gave it to you and the host responds… “I want to read the rest of your story now that you understand you really do belong here.”

Warrior’s Return

VictoryOverDarkness2I saw you today at the bottom of a very long slowly rising hill. You had pieces of armour, some of it was still on, and some of it you were carrying. Your sword was dragging on the ground behind you attached to a piece of chain tunic the arm of which you were holding in your hand. There were smatterings of blood sprayed around everything… not a lot but enough that you were feeling dirty from the battle and your face was incredibly tired.

I saw a demon floating angrily behind you yelling accusations at you but when I looked closer I realized you were actually dragging him as well because there was a chain attached to his neck in your other hand. On the demon’s head was a broken crown with the word “Repercussion” on it. Way off in the distance behind you was a cloud and plumes of smoke – signs that you had been travelling for a long time but also that you had come from an incredibly devastating battle.

When I looked again, I saw sweat on your brow, and a tear in your eye. You were emotionally spent. Looking up the hill in front of you, a way off at the top was a castle with white towers topped with silver roofs and flying white flags with blue and purple fringes.

Braveheart2Each step you took was looking more and more laboured and as I saw you trying to walk, the demon would insult you, hurl more insults at you and then he would stop floating for a few moments and sit on your back, holding your shoulders. You would keep trying to walk for a few steps before simply shrugging him off and throwing an elbow back at him and he would start floating behind you again.

Then all of a sudden standing in front of you was a very tall blonde man dressed in shiny white clothes that flowed in the wind; he either looked like someone in a choir gown or a wise scribe. He smiled gently at you and said “Welcome home. Give me his chain.”

When you handed the man the demon’s chain, the man gave it one single flick and the chain seemed to come to life and grew much longer and then swirled several times around the demon and bound him up into a tiny little ball that shrunk once it was tightened. The man was now glowing, revealing his angelic identity and he picked up the chained ball and put it in a bag on his side. He took out a sword and cut off all your armour, leaving it in the road and threw you up on his shoulder and in an instant you were at the castle gate where you entered into a celebration feast being held in your honour. Someone brought you a turban to wrap on your head and when they put it on you your clothing was transformed into the same beautiful clothing that was on your angelic companion – glowing and pure shiny white.

Tale of Two Wheels

Today you are a wagon, filled beyond your capacity with your payload covered with an old dingy canvas tarp. Your wooden sides are weathered and creaky, held up by a few spindly timbers that look themselves to be nearing a breaking point. Your cargo is held aloft on old wooden pioneer wagon wheels and the wooden spokes are also weathered and worm-holed.

I see you leaning to one side on the edge of a road on a cloud covered, misty dreary day. The road is wide and has solid gravel paving most of the path but one of your wheels has managed to find a very deep rut at the very edge of the roadway and it is lodged deep in that rut, covered deeper by the mud from the wet weather. wagonWheelThe other wheel is strong looking, with smooth well varnished spokes and steel capped wooden edging that has had great care taken in its painting and upkeep. It is well situated on the road but is tied by the axle to the wheel which is stuck in the mud so the whole wagon cannot move.

As people walk by they see you stuck on the side but one by one, they notice you and move to the other side of the road casually and pass by trying desperately to appear like they don’t even see you. Some busy themselves specifically while they pass you, by opening books, or rummaging through their handbags, or by engaging in conversations with those they are with. But in each case these activities only begin at the sight of your duress, and end after they pass you by.

Then I see an old beggar man, dressed in grungy looking clothes with a long beard and a weathered face. He walks with a tall straight walking stick and doesn’t look to the left or to the right as he walks along the road. Long before he sees you his path is adjusted and as he approaches you it becomes apparent that his path is directly on course for you. When he gets to you he doesn’t stop to assess anything but immediately gets to work with his bare hands digging down into the mud beside your lodged wheel. When he has dug deep enough, he takes his straight walking stick and lays it on the ground in front of your wheel, lodging it under the lead edge. Then he moves to the front of the wagon and lifts your hitch and begins pulling. With a slow constant gradual movement he easily pulls you out of the ditch and straightens you out onto the middle of the road way. Just as he does, a crowd of people have gathered and are standing around watching.

Then he looks at the crowd, then at you. In one fluid motion he grabs a corner of your dingy canvas tarp and throws it violently off the top of your cargo, sending it far off into the ditch. Uncovered now is a huge pile of gold coins and diamond gemstones. When the crowd sees them they look back at the old beggar to see what he will do next but he has also transformed. He too had cast off his own grungy robes and threw them into the ditch and in the place of a beggar is now a regal looking tall officer dressed in a regal looking white uniform with a captain’s hat now resting on his head.

Secret Geometry Signs and Symbols

I saw circles appear on a black expanse. They were all individual sizes and not touching.

Then an angel appeared with a ruler and compass and with a white pen he began drawing connection lines all over the place, linking all the circles into various geometric shapes. Beside each line he drew, he inscribed a symbol.

As the picture began to widen it looked like the lines connecting stars in the sky but these were not stars and the circles were larger like the size of the moon in the night sky. Then I saw one line to the right light up.Beside it was a symbol that represented you. It looked a bit like an omega but with extra wavy lines shooting off the top of it and slightly angled to the right.

The line connected two circles, a smaller one to the bottom right and a much larger one to the upper left.

The angel then put his chalk down and moved to the side where he flipped a large switch and the whole expanse changed from black to white. All the white lines he drew with the symbols beside each one, and the circles changed from white to black except for some of the lines which were striped with red lines on them. Yours had many red stripes on it.

As I looked, the larger of the two circles began changing from black to red, and when it was completely changed to red it instantly changed to gold and began giving off an intense light.

Then I looked around and noticed all the other lines with red stripes had done the same thing… they connected smaller black circles to now glowing gold larger circles.

The angle then turned off the switch and all the black circles disappeared leaving only the glowing ones and the lines that had been striped with red.

Angels of the Sand and Cloud

I saw a sea of sand that stretched for miles and miles. Some of it formed small hills or valleys but it was mostly very flat. Over the landscape I saw an angel flying close to the earth holding a sack. He reached into his sack and with his fingertip he pulled out a single drop of liquid gold and dropped it onto the ground like a seed. The drop was absorbed by the sand.

Then I looked again and there were multitudes of angels all flying around the same sandy sea all of them were reaching into their sacks and pulling out the droplets of gold and dropping them on the ground. It was a gentle smooth operation where none of them appeared to be hurried.

Then I saw a black and bluish cloud gathering on the horizon and a very large angel stood beside it holding what looked like a leash or harness. It was pulling back the cloud but the cloud was looking restless and ready to burst out any moment.

The sea of planting angels withdrew when they were finished and as soon as the sky over the sandy sea was cleared, the angel withholding the cloud let the cloud loose. It rushed out over the sand and spread out to cover the entire landscape and the sky became as black as nightAngel_Restraining_Clouds.jpg

Rain started to come down in torrents and splashed violently onto the ground.

As it did, little golden polka dots of light started shining out of the sand and began growing. As they grew they got bigger and started connecting to each other until there was only polka dots of sand left, but even those disappeared once the light got big enough. Then the light seemed to sprout like popcorn and ballooned into the sky pushing back the rain and the cloud until a beautiful blue sky appeared again but this time the light was coming from the gold mass instead of from the sun.

 

Glory & Deception Part 2

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You took another few steps toward the strange box but the light was so fierce that even your eyelids would not block out its intensity and you had to turn back. Then you noticed that you were unable to see as everything else had become so intensely dark that nothing was visible to you. To orient yourself you decided to walk toward the outside wall and feel your way around until you got back to the door.

As you reached the wall, instead of feeling smooth marble with fine elegant picture frames, you feel sandy clay walls, dusty and crumbling and where you remembered a painting’s frame should be, you felt an old weathered barn board frame instead. For some instinctive reason, you grabbed the rugged frame and lifted it off the wall and threw the painting on the floor.

The rooms light became every so slightly more visible.

Using your sense of touch, you walked along the wall feeling for the next painting and when you reached that one, again you unhooked it and threw it onto the floor near the middle. As you continued around the room removing every painting, the room continues to get brighter and brighter until you can see everything as clear as day.

Finally there is a single painting left on the wall but this one still has a beautiful ornate golden frame. You examine and picture and see that although you are in it, the picture is actually one of a very distinguished man dressed in a royal robe and he has his arm around your shoulder. You are picking flowers from a field and giving them to him. The Man is large and very much the centre of the picture. This time when you try to unhook the painting, it is immovable.

You leave it and turn back toward the centre of the room.

Instead of a wooden armoire, you now see a strange four sided tower, with large white marble arches in each wall. But looking through the arches, instead of seeing the other side of the small tower, you see the outside world. As you walk toward the arches, you can see the man from the painting waiting for you outside in a large beautiful garden with majestic mountains in the background and a perfectly blue cloudless sky above him.

As soon as you walk through the arches everything behind you disappears and you suddenly become 10 feet tall and your body has transformed into a glimmering alabaster sheen. You are completely covered in shiny clean white robes and there is a blue, purple and red ring on your right hand.

The man invites you toward him and you see he is motioning to you to sit in a throne which he is standing beside. As you step forward and sit down, he hands you a beautiful golden rod with a diamond cap on the end and says, “I’ve been waiting for you. It’s time for you to take over the business.”