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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.

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.

 

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.

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.

Glory & Deception Part 2

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You took another few steps toward the strange box but the light was so fierce that even your eyelids would not block out its intensity and you had to turn back. Then you noticed that you were unable to see as everything else had become so intensely dark that nothing was visible to you. To orient yourself you decided to walk toward the outside wall and feel your way around until you got back to the door.

As you reached the wall, instead of feeling smooth marble with fine elegant picture frames, you feel sandy clay walls, dusty and crumbling and where you remembered a painting’s frame should be, you felt an old weathered barn board frame instead. For some instinctive reason, you grabbed the rugged frame and lifted it off the wall and threw the painting on the floor.

The rooms light became every so slightly more visible.

Using your sense of touch, you walked along the wall feeling for the next painting and when you reached that one, again you unhooked it and threw it onto the floor near the middle. As you continued around the room removing every painting, the room continues to get brighter and brighter until you can see everything as clear as day.

Finally there is a single painting left on the wall but this one still has a beautiful ornate golden frame. You examine and picture and see that although you are in it, the picture is actually one of a very distinguished man dressed in a royal robe and he has his arm around your shoulder. You are picking flowers from a field and giving them to him. The Man is large and very much the centre of the picture. This time when you try to unhook the painting, it is immovable.

You leave it and turn back toward the centre of the room.

Instead of a wooden armoire, you now see a strange four sided tower, with large white marble arches in each wall. But looking through the arches, instead of seeing the other side of the small tower, you see the outside world. As you walk toward the arches, you can see the man from the painting waiting for you outside in a large beautiful garden with majestic mountains in the background and a perfectly blue cloudless sky above him.

As soon as you walk through the arches everything behind you disappears and you suddenly become 10 feet tall and your body has transformed into a glimmering alabaster sheen. You are completely covered in shiny clean white robes and there is a blue, purple and red ring on your right hand.

The man invites you toward him and you see he is motioning to you to sit in a throne which he is standing beside. As you step forward and sit down, he hands you a beautiful golden rod with a diamond cap on the end and says, “I’ve been waiting for you. It’s time for you to take over the business.”

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.

 

 

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.