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Decision Mechanics Revealed

You are standing before a golden weight. It is a cylinder made of gold, that has an iron bulb formed on its top, which is intended as a handle useful for cranes to grip, lift and move the weight.

Behind you are two mechanical devices, made of iron and brass, they have many gears and armatures, but they are both devices whose function is to provide you with the ‘lift’ you need in your resources to move you during the next project you are about to begin. Both devices have an output arm that lifts, and both devices have a saddle made to hold the golden weight, which powers that device.

As I looked closer, I noticed the first device was easy to understand. Although it has many gears and levers, most of them are only decoration. In reality, that device is simply a fancy looking teeter totter. When the gold weight is put in the saddle, the other side of the fancy armature lifts all the way up immediately. Once the armature reaches the top, it trips a switch and dumps the gold weight out of the saddle and the armature drops immediately again to the bottom.

The other device has all the same gears and levers but this one has harnessed all the parts. When the weight is placed in this one, the armature rises slowly and evenly as the gears and other levers spin and toggle quite actively until it gets to the top. Unlike the other device, this one does not dump out the gold weight, so once the top is reached, that armature remains there permanently.

Then I heard a rugged construction worker who was smoking a cigar. He was yelling a question at you and was becoming impatient. He was running the crane and wanted to know which saddle you want him to move the gold weight into.

This vision is intended to show you that the first device is a trick. Choose the second option even though it appears like it will take longer.

Gears of Deception & Promise

Breaking Through For God’s Pleasure

I believe today’s prophetic picture may be for the whole church rather than just for an individual.  I saw a jar with a sealed cork on it and inside were strange coloured gases swirling all around.  They were different colours like red and blue and when they swirled inside the jar, they never mixed so you could always see interesting patterns of the different colours.
I saw many people come to try to open the jar but none were able to.  Then a lamb walked up to it and touched the cork with his nose and the cork popped open.  Then the jar spilled over and emptied out into a very ominous looking cloud-blackened sky.  They whole sky was covered in cloud but where the jar spilled it formed a line of white, red and blue sparkles that spread in a straight line completely across the sky.  The line opened up a tear in the clouds that let more light in and from the rip in the sky, the coloured sparkles began to fall to the earth, changing to gold glittery dust as they fell.
Then as I looked, the black clouds began closing in on the rip again and the sparkles that were falling seemed to dissolve in the air before they reached the earth.  However there was one area of the tear that stayed open and actually looked like it was getting larger.  As I looked closer, there was a crowd gathered under the opening and the whole crowd was singing and shouting praises to God and dancing and celebrating boisterously.  As they did, the tear in the clouds kept getting bigger and bigger and the sparkles that were falling seemed to increase into streams of flowing gold dust on their way down that made it all the way to the throng below.

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.

 

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.”

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.

Glory & Deception Part 1

There is an alcove leading into a building, and in the alcove are very ornate works of trim casing the tall double doors which are open and inviting toward larger rooms inside. Just to the left of the doors is a small hutch on which sits some bread and cakes with butter, silverware, jams and preserves and some goblets beside the decanter of grape juice.

I watched you walk over to the table and pick up a piece of bread, and one of the doors closed tight with a slam. You looked up and saw its mate was still open.

You put the bread back down and reached for the decanter, and the other door began to swing closed so you pulled your hand back.

Without taking any of the food, you rushed into the next room, not risking the doors closing completely. In this room was more ornate wood work, with rich red velvet curtains and burnt amber reddish wall coverings. There were tables all around the room with beautiful gold and silver goblets, plates and other dish ware, as well as knick knacks that had been finely crafted. On some of the tables around the outside walls you could also see gold and silver coins stacked beside the dishes, as well as rings, necklaces and other fine jewellery.

You stood in the middle of the room and from there you could see through the next doorway into an even larger room that appeared to shine with white and grey marble. This time you watched the door acutely as you slowly took one step toward the treasures, and noticed the slightest move of the door on its hinges. Changing direction you again turned and walked quickly through that door as well.

Now in the marble room you looked around and every wall had a picture of yourself hanging in a large frame that showed you in some type of victorious conquest… in one you were painted on the top of a mountain, another showed you working in a laboratory with a look of triumph on your face and a glowing beaker in your hand. You strolled toward each one and began to thoroughly enjoy all your works. Others showed you with various celebrities enjoying all types of tourist attractions, or sporting shows. The more you walked the more pictures appeared.

It dawned on you that there didn’t appear to be any exits from this room and you turned toward the middle of the large hall to see a small wooden armoire type of box in the middle. Of course the doors were all tightly closed. As you walked toward it a brighter and brighter light shone in front of it until you were no longer able to look at it for fear of blindness.