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Change in the Wind

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Finally the wind gusts suddenly and all 5 eagles spring into the air at once. They all lift together into the wind before turning at the same moment and letting the wind carry them a great speed to another wilderness. In this new place there doesn’t appear to be any life. However one of the eagles begins to dive-bomb toward the dusty ground. The sand explodes outward under the impact of the eagle’s talons and it flies back up carrying a fish.

Then the others join in their own attacks and each of them carries a dinner away from the apparently empty ground – one has a rabbit, another a snake, one a turtle and the last one carries a fox.

The eagles split up in the sky and the ones with the snake and fox fly over a cliff where their prey is dropped and left. The turtle is carried to a lake high on a mountain, and the rabbit and fish are brought to a man hiding in a cave.

When they have each dropped off their cargo, they return to a large rock in the middle of a flat barren place. Each eagle faces out from the centre of the rock and instantly the landscape springs into a lush green countryside.

Vindication’s Restoration Storm

I saw you today by looking back more than 40 years… I saw you as a little boy waiting outside a building that was supposed to be his home. You are sad but waiting patiently, only the building has been locked up tight and nobody is coming out to get you.

I saw you standing there for 40 years, waiting with apparently nobody seeming to notice. While I watched, I saw angels bringing you provision, protection and shelter, but you couldn’t see them doing that for you. As time got closer to the present day, I saw you crouch down and then a spirit in the form of a dove flew down out of the sky and landed on your shoulder. Over the next few years I saw you starting to stand up and as you did you grew into a full grown man. Then I saw your face and you had a visor like sunglasses over your eyes but they were melted into your skin. I watched the visor while it suddenly got brittle, and then heated up super hot but it didn’t hurt your skin. In a few seconds it shattered.

Then you looked at the building again and realized it was always your home but you had never been able to enter it because bullies were inhabiting it. Fire started appearing in your eyes and then you walked up to the door which was still locked and chained but as soon as you grabbed the door knob, your arm became massively muscular and you ripped the entire door and it’s casing right out of the brickwork.

You walked in with the fire in your eyes. Then there was a storm like a tornado that started shooting out of the doorway and with it I could see garbage every now and then, mixed with black spirits. It got thicker until the whole vortex was blackened with what looked like flies, and then it was completely clear. There was no smoke or haze… yet the tornado continued to blow strong. All of a sudden gold, gems and silver started flying into the building and windows started popping into the walls all around it.

When I stood back, I realized the building was growing and changing into a massive castle, but a clock on the front lawn had stopped about a week ago. It showed last week’s date and time, and as the castle continued to grow, I realized this part was part of your future.

 

Sound Proof Assignment

 

Night time's Hidden Heavenly Symphony
Night time’s Hidden Heavenly Symphony

There is music in the air. I hear it, but I’ve always heard it before. Now I can actually see it. There are notes flying around and it looks like they should be banging into everything but instead of banging, they simply draw more notes out of whatever it is that is in their pathway.

I see the music flying all around the air and the notes are circling around you as you sit on the ground playing with your hands in the mud. You have mud all over your clothes too. As I watch, I see you trying to wash the mud off your hands and wipe it on your clothes. Your head is hung low like you’ve given up on something.

Then I see the music notes trying to pull music out of you but instead of drawing the notes out of you like they could with everything else, when they come around you, it’s like there’s an invisible wall around you that they bang into and fly off at super speed. It’s almost like the invisible wall is charged with something that springs the notes off of it and shoots them far away.

Then an Angel of the Lord descends from Heaven, playing an instrument that looks a bit like a guitar. When he strums it, EVERYTHING starts to vibrate. The invisible wall also starts to shake and it looses some of its invisibility. I see blackened bricks of ash locked together but the strumming of the Angel’s guitar is shaking the mortar loose between the bricks. On the third strum of the guitar, all the notes stopped and looked at the Angel, and then in perfect unison, all notes everywhere joined the Angel for the fourth strum and the bricks shattered apart. Each brick was individually demolished by the sound and every speck of dust they created was shot way off into the distant outer realm, the same way the wall was earlier sending off the notes.

At that moment, you lifted your head and heard the music. You started to sing, and immediately your clothes were changed to perfectly clean shiny white linen and a guitar appeared in your own hands. You began to play and everything joined you in a new song as celebration lit up the entire landscape and the scene changed completely.

Time Redeemed

Today I saw a clock walking along in the desert.  It had your name on the face of it.  As it walked along in the sand, I could see it having trouble  it was swallowed up by a great big snake. But the snake was not happy with the meal. Within minutes, I saw a man come along and grab the snake by the throat and shake it. He knocked the snake out and with it unconscious, he reached his hand into the snakes mouth and down its throat. Out of the snake he pulled the walking clock. But the clock was also pulling out 5 smaller clocks who were each holding hands forming a long chain.

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When they were all out, the man checked to see that they were all OK, and then he turned to the snake, grabbed it and threw it an enormous distance away.

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.

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.

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.

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.”

Revealed Under Water Pressure

chair4I watched today for a beginning but all I could see at first was what looked like the large smooth bluish black side of a submarine moving through the water close to the surface. It just kept moving slowly past my perspective until I saw it start moving its sides back and forth. Then I backed up slightly and realized it wasn’t a submarine but rather a gigantic sea snake. Although you weren’t in the water, in fact you weren’t even in the picture yet, still, it was tracking you with its eyes and just when it was about to attack, it swam right into a net and lunged, pressing against the large rope net until it broke the surface of the water and reached up into the air.

I saw you dropping from the sky toward the snake’s mouth but you were like a single raindrop. You kept falling down, down, down out of the sky but just a few feet away from dropping into its mouth, a stork swooped in and caught you, carrying you to a shore out of the reach of the serpent. When you were placed down, you landed, still in the form of a droplet, into a steam engine

and it began to run and chug. As it did, I saw a whole factory come to life and then I watched a man begin to dance while he worked on some type of assembly line. He moved his hips back and forth and kicked his legs in rhythm, while he worked away with his hands. With each chug of the motor, the man performed a dance move with his body and legs, and then stamped something into some type of dough, like a shaping press, with his arms.

Instantly the room was filled with pastries, which somehow became wrapped and then were dropped by other machinery into delivery trucks and shipped all over the world.

Then a whistle blew, and the steam engine stopped. You squeezed out of the machine, still as a raindrop shape, and then morphed into a man. You jumped into one of the trucks left at the loading dock and which was fully loaded, and you drove home. When you arrived, you were greeted by your wife and children and all sat down to a feast from the pastries you brought with you on the truck.

 

Tropical Assignment

chair2I looked out and saw a large boat made out of reeds and it was floating without a sail past a busy port. I looked again and saw you sitting in a canoe right in the way of the large reed boat. You did not have any paddles and you wore a look of fear on your face but you didn’t cry out and you didn’t move. The larger boat didn’t stop, but kept coming square onto you sideways. When it got to the canoe, it broke across it and the centre of the canoe was pushed down deeper into the water.

As the break in the canoe went down, your seat was lifted out of the water and you naturally stood up to maintain balance in the boat. As you stood, you reached out with your arms and the reed boat suddenly lifted you out of the canoe and placed you on the deck.

Suddenly the boat was much larger than I saw originally and it had several masts and lots of pure white sails, all of which were fully opened and catching lots of wind.

As I continued to watch two large storks swooped down out of the sky and carried you off the boat. You were carried high into the air and then gently brought you down onto a tropical island shore.

As soon as you landed you were surrounded by hundreds of people, all excited, mostly children but all of whom were pressing in to see and hear you. Then as you looked out over all of them your mouth opened up and thousands upon thousands of fish started streaming out of you. The people around you started frantically picking up the fish and stuffing them in their clothing until they couldn’t carry any more. They all left you then except for 10.

When there were only 10 left, you all sat around in a circle and built a fire in the middle. You began to instruct them in some manner, well into the night. By morning you were all bound into one long tight cylinder like fireworks and when the sun came out to shine on you, there was a rush of smoke, fire and sparks and you all shot off in every direction across the sky leaving a trail of smoke behind you.