A Dangerous Trance

chair8PlainI was praying for someone this morning and got a picture of them resting with their eyes closed, in a dreamy space. There was strange but quiet music happening in the background and you could feel a soft warm and cool breeze blowing against your skin. It kept changing from warm to cool and back again. There was also a sweet, spicy fragrance in the air that you were breathing.

In the distance I saw a black locomotive train with a dull headlight running at top speed rushing toward you. It made no sound though, but as it approached, the music got a bit louder. The changing temperature from the breeze against your skin started to irritate you and your eyebrows furled to show that you were becoming more intense about concentrating on trying to relax.

Then the music – which used to be soft and quiet, was becoming grating. As each tone became more clear, it also became sharper to the ear and the breezes seemed to react to the noise so that your skin felt like sandpaper was rubbing you all over.

There was another flash of the locomotive, so close now that the whole dream space seemed to rumble.

Suddenly there was a huge rip in the background colour and atmosphere with angels pulling at each side of the rip to open it up. While they continued pulling and holding back the tear, several more angels rushed into the dream space and grabbed you by both arms yanking you out of the way of the speeding train.

You react with disgust and anger at the angels for interrupting what you had been working so hard at doing. Then one of the angels reaches out and pulls what appear to be earbud headphones out of your ears.

Instantly the scene is completely shaken by the deep rumbling sound of a very heavy locomotive, and it’s whistle makes several loud blasts. Then another much larger angel closes up the rip by gathering in the sides of the dream scape they pulled you out of, and like throwing a bag of garbage, he hurls it over a cliff into a deep chasm.

As soon as you recognize that you were just rescued, the entire scene changes and it’s like you just woke up from a daydream, and you find yourself on a side walk in a busy city.

 

Little Toy Track

chair7I 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.

The Crow and the Eagle

chair6I saw a picture of you this morning. You are standing in the middle of an endlessly wide wheat field drooping with the weight of needing to be harvested, and you’re reaching out with your arms, because your eyes are tightly closed. You are looking for something and getting discouraged because you can’t see with your eyes.

A crow flies by and lands on your head. As it sits there, it cocks his head from side to side checking to see your eyeballs… because he wants to pluck them out and eat them. You seem distracted only slightly that he is sitting on your head but you continue to reach out with your arms searching for something.

Even though the sun is shining, there is a loud crack of thunder and out of nowhere a huge eagle appears soaring overhead. It remains silent though and swoops down and grabs the crow in its talons, ripping him away from your head and carries him off past the horizon.

In moments the eagle returns and lands in front of you. Even though the eagle is standing on the ground, it is the same height as you are and with a wing he reaches out and gently swats your head.

Instantly you open your eyes.

As soon as you do the eagle speaks. “Look around you and call out for what you are searching for.”

You seem embarrassed and giggle a little with shyness.

Again the eagle reaches out and swats your head gently.

This time your body changes and you suddenly become very serious. Looking around you see the field, completely full of wheat and ready for harvest.

“I need a barn and silos” you say breaking the silence. They instantly appear to one side.

“I need a combine as well as a tractor with a large wagon” and instantly one appears on the other side, already harvesting the wheat.

“Can I have my heart fixed too?” Your question draws another gentle swat from the eagle who then speaks again.

“You are not a guest here… this is your assignment. You may call whatever you need and whatever will keep you from distraction. This is what you have been designed to do. Some things are good for you and some are not. Be careful what you call into being.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and flew away.

Then the whole scene dissolved and there was a lake of peace where the field used to be. On the shore is a cabin with an inviting porch; a plume of smoke rises from the chimney and you are on the shore running toward the lake.

You continue running out onto the dock and dive into the lake full speed without stopping.

Then the vision ends.

Let it Rain

chair5I 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.

The King’s Request

chair4Your view begins from a very high place and descends slowly over a town just after daybreak. There is a building with round windows in the attic and tall narrow ones further down, one of which becomes the gateway through which you peer and see an abandoned moving scene, covered in dust. Inside you know the place and have been here several times during your childhood… it was a place you loved but something happened in the building which shut the door suddenly to your potential and you frantically packed all those things away in boxes but they were never moved from the old mansion.

Today as you peer in you see that the entire place is now empty except for those boxes which were forgotten… and they occupy most of the second floor bedroom into which you are looking. As you watch, a demolition ball swings through and crushes one side of the house, destroying that side’s entire wall. You wave your arms to stop the operation but look around in wonder as you don’t see who is operating the wrecking ball.

Then freezing rain begins and covers everything in ice and the wrecking ball stops swinging. You move around the side and enter the building on the second floor to retrieve the boxes. When you try to lift one you discover they are immovable. It is like they are steel boxes welded to the floor. So you begin to open one and as you do you are startled by a loud noise coming from the inside of the box. When you stop, the sound stops. You continue and this time the noise returns with light coming from inside. When you finally open the box fully, something powerful and radiant rushes from the box and enters your chest, filling you up with confidence and removing fear. Looking around you pick out the next box you intend to open.

Then a King appears… but he is dressed in everyday clothes. He approaches you and requests that you locate a box marked “S13” and when you find it, remove it from the building and keep it for him to pick up later. He asks you not to open the box though. Then he disappears.

You rush around looking for the special package but cannot find it so you return to opening the ones there. Curiosity burns inside you though and you cannot stop thinking about “S13”. Each box you open opens with terrifying noises but also with brilliant light and each one releases something more powerful than the box before. Every one of them release their power into your core and with each experience, your ability to overcome the curiosity is increased. As you open the final box, there is no sound or light. Inside you find a smaller box, wrapped in brown paper, with a rubber stamped label that reads “S13, upon royal decree.”

You remove the box, look around the room and without so much as a thought of the contents of S13, you leave. You have rescued your inner strength and retrieved a treasure for the King and have quietly accepted the duty of guarding its contents without the need to know what is inside.

When the King finds you later, he is dressed regally and you present him with his box. He opens it, removes a crown and places it on his head. With his first decree, he places you in charge of his entire kingdom and then reaching back into the box, removes a signet ring and places it on your finger.

Lost in a Wilderness

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Lonely mountains growing in a rocky wilderness rise up on all sides of a sullen orphan boy as he wanders aimlessly on a path through the dreariness. Everywhere he looks there are signs he has seen before and come to acknowledge as confirmations that he will always be lost.

But as the picture moves back and a larger view is shown, there is a harlequin using marionette paddles and strings to lift rocks and barriers into place all around this child. Behind the harlequin is a room full of brilliant gold items and stunning gemstones… but they are all hidden by the mountains and rocks the harlequin is moving around.

As the boy moves toward a brighter spot in the wilderness, the sinister puppeteer realizes the sheen from the gold and gems are illuminating part of the boy’s path so he takes one hand and spreads out his trench coat to cover the treasure’s light and stop it from shining on the despairing child’s false world.

Then a Hawk appears in the sky and begins circling the boy over the rocky scene. The harlequin shows frustration at its presence but is too busy working the marionette sticks to engage the hawk… although he tries with futility by waving the corners of his elbows in its direction. The hawk starts to swoop down around the boy who confuses this ally to be yet another dart in the barrage of discouragement, but the hawk is only after drawing the child’s attention. It lands on a large boulder directly in front of the boy and stares intently at him. Then when the child has lifted his gaze to question the strange countenance of the bird, the hawk suddenly grows 3 sizes and, digging its talons into the stone like it was paper mache, it takes off carrying the stone with it.

The harlequin is furious as the stone has left a gaping hole in the discouraging scene he has worked so hard to create but the boy is riveted at the treasure he sees through the new portal.

As he looks, the harlequin quickly pulls several strings and a bush, thick and thorny grows up before his eyes and covers the hole’s access entirely.

The hawk swoops down again to gain the boy’s attention and once it has his attention, the bird dive bombs another rock sending it hurling; again the rock resembles something ridiculously light, but it also exposes another hole. Before the hawk flies off this time, it grabs a bush some distance away from the stone it just smashed and now the boy is astonished seeing two holes in the firmament.

While the child begins running toward one of the holes, the harlequin – now furious – throws one of the marionette controls at the bird but this only results in 5 more holes showing up before the child and the boy slows his running down to peer into the new portals. He realizes quickly that all holes a showing him different angles of the same picture and for the first time he looks up and sees the deceptive puppeteer. With a questioning glance at the hawk the boy receives unspoken encouragement from the bird’s eyes and the child begins yelling accusations of protests at the harlequin who shrieks, turns and begins running. As he flees, the strings of all his scenery now reveal that they are attached to various parts of his body. With the flight of the deceptor goes all traces of the false wilderness the boy once found himself in. The child rushes in to the midst of all the jewels, gold and innumerable treasures making a dash for the one item that captures his heart: a gold and sapphire set of curved stairs leading to the highest point in the radiant scene. Running to the top, he stands boldly and holds out his hand toward the hawk… with the biggest smile spread wide upon the face of the child who once had no hope.

Flying away, the hawk finally calls back, speaking for the first time “Do not look to me, but to Him from whom I was sent.

This is a new day

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Chair by the Lake with Prophetic Art

This is a new day.

Turn over a leaf a new one. Don’t worry about which leaf it is, leave that worry to God. You have been hurting for a couple of years now and though some may say it was your own fault, that isn’t how God looks at you. in your life seems to look higher than where you feel you are right now anyway. Sometimes you look back, (well a lot lately it seems actually,) but you’re looking back with a heart full of sadness, broken dreams, disappointment in yourself, and anger at someone you love. It seems you have had every opportunity to change things and yet they are still not healing. You still have to face every day with difficulty and go to bed every night with tears on your pillow.

Change is on its way. God wants you to hear that message. Change is happening right now… there is a shift that started in the Heavens, and has already echoed in the earth. But that change is now affecting situations all around your world… YOUR world. You are in the center of a stage that has an audience of God alone. You are dressed in dancing clothes and you look amazing. As you stand up and wipe sadness away from your face, the softness of the rooms lighting dims and you are highlighted in a cone of a floodlight. There is warmth in the room and expectation in the air.

God waves a conductor’s stick and there is suddenly a sense of unity in the silence… like the calm expectation of a whole orchestra waiting for the signal to begin. Then before any sound is heard, you move an arm. Then your head tilts to one side slightly and music starts to flow into the room out of your heart. It is a flood of single tone harmonic fluid that flows freely out into the air and then picks up a rhythm so that the beat is caught by your feet and your legs finally move. Behind you there are 3 figures that echo the simplest of movements highlighted by your dancing which is now moving more gracefully and smoothly like you are finally relaxing into a new space. The room lighting increases as you see a warm loving smile spread across God’s face.

The dancers behind you now start to move into their own unique expressions and suddenly the 4 of you are participating in conversation – you dance first with a smooth leap, and then the 3 others respond in a different but complimentary move continuing all in unique movements that blend in perfect choreography until at the crescendo of the music the 4 of you join hands and the entire hall is instantly ablaze with intense white light. Jesus suddenly appears dancing in the middle of the group but He is not held by the confines of gravity so He swirls and sings over and around all of you spinning in a way that brings an intense fullness to the sound which amazes everyone and you all fall backward and lay in contentment on the stage gazing up into the Father’s eyes.

Then the light fades again until it is simply a cone shining down onto your face and your lips part and form the simple words:

This was a good day.”