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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.

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.

 

Final Flight

I was flying… and I could barely believe it. There were force fields coming out of my hands and feet, like jets and they were so powerful that I barely had to think them on and almost instantly I was in the place where I wanted to go… yet with all that power, my arms barely felt a nudge from the jet blasts, and my feet felt as comfortable as if I were standing on solid ground.

I had a look of amazement on my face, so I looked around at where I could go. In a flash I was out over the ocean, and the next moment I was flying over my childhood home in New Brunswick. Then I was circling the CN Tower in Toronto, and then I was following the Rocky Mountains all the way down into the States, and further… then I was in Peru and landed on the top of a large flat plateau.

At first the people around looked at me strangely… but then there were thousands of people rushing toward me to reach out and touch me. I saw my mouth open and fire and wind came out and brooded over the crowd. Everyone stood still for hours just waiting under the fire and wind. Then the flames and wind became sand and salt and dropped onto everyone in the crowd.

At first people were puzzled… but then someone shouted out that they could see… and another that they could hear, and then the entire mob began to shout and dance and worship in joy.

Then there was blackness and I was looking into the face of an unusually large raven. It began to talk, calmly and with what looked like it was trying to appear classy, waving his wings as if to demonstrate his points, but the sound coming out of his mouth was getting cut off and like clouds dissipating into rain, the words dissolved into sand and dropped on the ground where it transformed into worms.

I watched me sternly command “Enough” and the worms burned up into smoke and the raven jumped back as if I shocked him with electricity. He tried to speak in protest, but two angels bound his beak and cast him into the outer darkness.

10 Elders from the crown then appeared from outside and sat down in front of me. We talked until the Sun rose in the morning and then they brought me back out to the crowd who had prepared a massive feast. Musicians and dancers played and danced while everyone celebrated their release from the Raven.

 

 

Flaming Defeated

Today you sit in a chairparalyzed 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.

AngelWarriorYou 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.”

The Pressure Cooker

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.

 

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.