Today you sit in a chair, paralyzed from the neck down. Your arms and legs are bound by flames to the chair and there are flames all around you.
The chair sits in the middle of a pathway surrounded by flames but the path is clear. Just in front of you a white glowing warrior stands leaning on a long blazing sword which itself is made of fire but much whiter and hotter than the flames all around you.
He speaks and water shoots out of his mouth and shoots directly into your heart. It brings a massive jolt of incredible relief and refreshment and you suddenly have white fire reflecting in your own eyes. His words do not make sense to your mind but your body is completely energized by them. He continues to speak until you are fully excited and ready to break free. But he stops then and asks you in English – “Are you ready to repent?”
For a brief moment, all the relief and refreshment stops. You feel the pain of no energy and see the flames locking you in your chair. There is no question you hate where you are sitting, but it is a comfortable dullness. To repent as the glowing warrior asks, means moving into the dangerous unknown. Your thoughts return to the sensations you just experienced by the living water and you reply with a loud “YES!”
The warrior doesn’t speak, but moves around behind you. You watch from the sides of your eyes as you twist your neck, and see the warrior lift the long white sword. With a mighty chop straight down behind you, something severs. There is a painful and enormous jolt of electricity shooting in through your back and radiating to your every nerve. The pain is sudden, sharp and short-lived. Then your body returns to a feeling of normal… there is no more pain, no more discomfort and no sensation of hyperactive energy levels either. The glowing warrior returns to stand in front of you and waits.
You look around. Flames still lock your wrists and ankles in the chair. You look up and ask the warrior why you are still locked in. He replies “Your life is yours to live. Whether the flames threaten to lock you in your chair or I offer you the power of release, the choice remains yours to speak to your circumstance and subdue your realm.”
You sit for a moment thinking about these words and then utter a command: “I WILL LIVE AND NOT DIE!” At the same time you lunge forward trying to break free of the flaming restraints.
Instantly there is sunlight shining everywhere. The flames are completely gone, and nothing is burned or even smells like smoke. You find yourself standing in front of the chair and the angel before you smiles, turns to walk away calling over his shoulder… “Good, now let’s get to work on your destiny.”
I saw you being deceived.
You are walking down a very long hallway that has a simple plain wooden door at the end of it. As you walk toward the door, a second door appears beside the first one, on the left. Both doors appear to be the same. You are puzzled by the appearance of the second door and begin to look discouraged because you will have to make a choice of which door to choose once you reach them.
But you continue to walk down the hall toward them. Suddenly, a new door appears just to your right. This one is brightly coloured and has a beautiful brass handle. You stop for a moment and look at it but continue to walk past it.
Then two more doors appear on your left, both of which make the first one pale in comparison as they are even more beautifully coloured and have even more elaborate handles. But these you also pass by, after just a short moment of pause to examine them.
Your mind is still focused on the two doors at the end of the hall and I see you praying as you walk, asking God to help you understand which door to choose.
Then scales fall off your eyes and you see strange looking ghost like people rushing around worriedly cutting holes and hanging doors in the sides of the hallway. Each door they put in was plain and ugly but once it was in, more ghostly figures would appear and start painting it with exciting colours and some of them would glue rhinestone on the doors. The handles too were just old rusty things that some figure would paint with gold paint to make it shiny.
Then the rest of the hallway was filled up with so many doors that there were no spaces of clear wall left and the closer the doors got to the end of the hall, the more beautiful they became.
You stopped as you heard a voice asking you “Do you understand now?” and in a nod you said yes. Then you began running past all the doors and hurried to open the very first plain door that you saw originally. As soon as you turned the knob, every other door in the hallway disappeared and you were immediately taken to a new place, a palace made of gold, jewels and marble everywhere.
There is a structure in the middle of a field. It looks like a walled city surrounded in fog out in the field. I saw several people coming and going from its gates, each one going about their business. The walls of the structure were very unusual. They were made of ordinary stones, not one of the stones had been cut and they were all different sizes. None of the stones had the same shape and they all looked no different than any stone one might see laying around on the ground.
The unusual thing about these stones is that they were all fit together with such incredible perfection that the structure was perfectly immovable. In fact as I watched, the earth started to quake and when the people felt it they ran to the building and stood inside it. There nothing moved, not even the ground.
As I watched these people standing inside, waiting for the tremor to subside, the city’s walls began to burn. The flames were not feeding on the building though and nobody seemed to care that the walls were on fire. When the quake was over, the people returned to their moving in and out of the building without noticing the flames.
Then a fire truck showed up even though nobody had called one, and began to battle the flames. The people inside all started to notice the flames, worry and then fled the building. As the fire truck went to work on the fire, the people began to calm down and then all gathered around the truck and each one laid a hand on it. Suddenly it shrank until it was the size of a small toy, and fled the scene. The fire then blazed brighter and the people returned to their wanderings in and out of the building once more.
Today I saw a little rubber ball rolling through a wooden labyrinth which had many doorways leading off the corridor in which it rolled. As it rolled down the sloping floor toward the next closest opening in the wall, as soon as the ball reached the opening a door would suddenly slam shut and bounce the little ball over to the far side against the other wall. There it would continue to roll downward until it hit an opening on that side, but again as soon as the ball reached the opening, a door would slam shut sending the ball back to the other side once more.
Each time the ball had a door slammed on it, pressure would increase inside the ball and the ball became bigger. The corridor in which the ball rolled, appeared to have many doorways leading off of it but there were no turns, it only went straight. Eventually enough doors slammed closed on the ball and it grew under such pressure that the ball took up the whole width of the corridor and no longer moved from side to side.
At that point, the ball was suddenly lifted by a hidden panel in the floor and brought high up to a mountain top tower. It looked as thought it should burst but instead, the floor panel lifted the over-inflated ball and placed it on very top of the tower.
Angels then appeared all around the ball and started singing toward the ball. The inside of the ball then began to glow and after a few moments the ball was transformed into a brilliant light which lit up the entire surrounding country. Dusk fell and darkness tried to cover everything but the ball provided so much light that the sun was not even missed.
I saw a picture of you as a much younger child who has just opened a door and seen a huge amazing miniature electric slot car race track. The room in front of him is enormous and the entire thing is filled with one single race track that twists and winds in countless turns. Some of the track is stacked to move over top of track and some descends and moves around underneath track but in the entire room there is never more than 1 to 2 feet of straight track.
The smile on your face goes from ear to ear and you sit down and pick up a control and the car in front of you starts to race as you squeeze the trigger. Immediately the car hits the first turn and flips off the track.
I see an older man who smiles and walks over to the car and picks it up and places it back on the track. You thank him and squeeze the trigger again but the car simply moves another foot and flips of the next turn.
The man continues to smile and patiently replaces the car once more for you and again you are ready to play.
This pattern repeats and repeats while you continue trying to play with it but your frustration disappointment and discouragement build with each crash. However the smile and the patience of the old gentleman never changes. Each time the car jumps the track he replaces it patiently. Strangely, no matter where the car leaves the track, the old man is always able to reach it easily.
Finally your frustration and anger with the car are overwhelming and you throw the control down, and rest your upset face in both hands as you lean on your elbows at the table where the track begins. Then the old man walks over beside you and picks up the controller. He places it back in your hand but puts his finger on the trigger and covers it with yours.
You squeeze the trigger again but his finger won’t move as far as the trigger was moving before. It almost feels like it isn’t moving at all but you look up and see the car is now moving on the racetrack fairly well.
A look of delight radiates across your face and you beam with excitement. The man isn’t looking at the car though, he is watching you intently with a very big smile on his face now. Then he touches your shoulder and very slowly takes the controller with his other hand. He then places it very slowly into your hand, removing his own finger from the trigger. As he removes his hands from yours, he pats the back of your hand and then places one arm over your shoulders.
From then on you both watch with contentment as the car races around the track slightly slower but never falling off again.
I saw a fire flying around in a circle in the sky. The flames were large but relaxed and came out the top of a white alabaster bowl which was about the size of a car. As it flew, gold sprinkles came out the back of it and floated softly down over everywhere it went.
Wherever the sprinkles landed, bright colours illuminated the path on the earth where it went making the area around it look dull and pale in comparison. As more time passed the path where the sprinkles fell became ridiculously prosperous with all manner of living plants growing several times larger than anything around it and the fruit matching the size of the plants as well.
Then I noticed a bronze trumpet, painted red with spiky horns growing out all around its bell. When the trumpet blasted the plants everywhere would turn toward the source of the sound and lay flat onto the ground until the sound stopped and then they would spring slowly back but always looked more withered. But the areas that were sprinkled with gold dust would turn at the sound and appeared to grow suddenly into a large mass that looked like a warrior, and would begin surrounding the trumpet until the sound was choked off. The cycle happened 3 times before the horn looked like it was plugged, inflated and then melted. In the puddle of gold red and black colour where the trumpet was, a bullseye appeared and suddenly some fire from the flying bowl shot down onto the melted puddle and consumed everything in the pool that was not golden. Then the gold itself was swallowed up by the flames, and lifted up into the sky where a blue and purple cloud formed.
The flying bowl stopped in the sky and hovered while all the colourful larger greenery below looked and pointed toward the cloud. Then the most glorious beautiful music started coming from everywhere and the purple and blue cloud dissolved into particles of gold dust which then floated back down to the earth, covering everything.
Now there were no weak or small plants anywhere, and everything radiated with brilliant beautiful colours and light. Then the flying bowl landed and the fire spread and settled over every living thing.