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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.

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.

Triumphant Trapeze

I saw a man with amazing muscular definition, an athlete with great strength and mobility. He was reaching out over the edge of a cliff and driving a strong iron rod into the rock of the side of the cliff. It seemed he was simply pushing the rod into the rock without boring a hole. Then he leapt over the cliff and with one arm grabbed a hold of that rod while he plunged other rods into the stone with his other arm.

The man was powerful, strong and graceful. He moved all over the side of the mountain face with ease, making his movement look like he was flying but he was simply swinging from rod to rod until the whole side of stone had rods planted solidly over the face like a giant set of monkey bars. I looked closer and saw etchings in each bar that read things like “Victory Over Addiction”, “Strength of Character”, “Awakened from Slumber” and “Distraction Destroyer”.

As he swung, I saw a spandex sash stretched across his chest with the title Prince of Peace on it. I watched him swinging from rod to rod… using his arms and knees to spin on each rod until he descended on the iron bars down to just above ground level where he caught hold of both your hands. Without interrupting his swing at all, he swung you up high into the air, flipping you into a mid-air somersault. Somehow, he flashed across two more bars and ended up hanging by his knees from a rod just above the peak of your launch and caught you again, before he placed your hands on the bars.

You were shocked, surprised and scared but then he grabbed hold of some of the rocky crags beside where you hung, looked straight in your eyes and smiling, he coaxed you “Let’s have some fun!

Together you started swinging from rod to rod; at first you were very cautious but when you saw that you never missed and He was always there to catch you, your flight became more fluid, confident and relaxed. Then you were both swinging back and forth off the rods like champion gold medal gymnasts.

As the picture panned out, I could see the side of the mountain beginning to light up with your movements until the whole section that had the rods shone like a beacon to the entire valley below. It was lit by the glory of the performance of you and the gymnastic Prince of Peace and all the inhabitants of the valley watched in wonder and were drawn to come closer.

When they all gathered at the base of the mountain you both swung down and you began to teach the crowds about having fun with God while the Prince simply stood beside you with his arm on your shoulder, smiling and laughing every now and then. Every person in the crowd was drinking from crystal glasses that were filled with water and clear wine, and everyone’s attention was riveted on your message.

Plainly Speaking

You’re weeping…

I saw angels surrounding you as your head is bowed and your heart is filled with discouragement.

When I looked up, I saw you driving in a car, with miles of cars behind you. All the drivers are honking their horns at you, and hanging out of their windows, waving their fists at you. I saw you studying them in your rear view mirrors, and hanging your head.

But I looked in front of your car and saw a family of ducks, with wee little ducklings all huddled together on the middle of the road and between you and the ducks I saw an angel, dressed in a construction hat and reflective vest, holding a stop sign in one hand and holding up his other hand in a motion to stop.

Then I heard a voice from heaven saying “Do not be discouraged! Lift up your eyes and look to Me! You are seeking approval from man, but you will not find any there. Yet you still choose to stand against the masses for what is true and what is right. Because you have not bent your will to please man, I will not withhold my will to bless you and to show kindness to you and to give you my favour from this day forward. You will no longer see the faces of discouraging men, but I will change their hearts before you as you stand for even the smallest things. I am making you into a leader and you will become someone people seek out so that they may ask your input on heavy decisions. Continue to stand for what is right. Continue to show compassion on all my creation and continue to be willing to be ridiculed if necessary for your actions but never feel less than who you really are. I have called you special, I have chosen you as my own child and if anyone comes after you in their own frustration, I will crush their assaults and turn their intentions against them so they will make themselves out to be fools and I will put their foolishness on display to discourage others. Never doubt my affections for you and always know that whatever you set your heart to do, I will do with you and provide whatever you need.

 

 

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.

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.”