GOD’S RESCUE SQUAD
Our Father has assigned angels of all classifications to care for His children: some teach, some guide, some protect (as with the angel armies).
But if a more personal protective intervention is needed, there is the angelic choir called: “HELPS”. [The word “choir” is from an Anglo-French root meaning an organized group or a division of angels.]
This account is of my first interaction with a member of one such squad: AZAR, the angels of HELPS.
The incident begins with a vision. The vision leads into an experience. [The two are very different ways of receiving spiritual information. A vision is outside the body - like a movie. An experience draws one into the unfolding narrative.]
The sound was ancient and terrifying.
Startled, I spun around to see a colossal battering ram relentlessly moving under its own power across a desert basin.1 Its wooden wheels were at least sixty stories high, and they groaned and yawned under the extreme weight they bore. Blasphemies were carved into its black battering arm, the end of which was the iron head of a goat.2
Although it moved slowly, people on the desert floor seemed helpless to avoid its path; they were crushed as it rolled over them.3 Screams filled the desert valley and ricocheted off distant rock formations, filling the desert basin with terror.
Slowly the battering ram topped a sandy hill and began to pick up speed going down the other side. Breathless from shock, I clawed with my hands and dug with my feet into the deep sand of the hill in order to reach the top and watch its path.
It picked up tremendous speed as it plunged down the other side of the hill into a deep valley. In its path at the bottom of the hill was a walled city. Both city and wall were the color of the sand and seemed to be half sunk into it, almost reclaimed by the sand from which they had come. In faded lettering on the side of the wall I could read: THE CHURCH.4
The battering ram was massive, and the adobe wall of the city did not look strong. With brutal impact, the goat’s head smashed into the wall and continued through it. It plowed through the houses and buildings, losing little of its speed. When it broke through the wall on the opposite side of the city, it slowed to a stop, settling into the sand.
A strange silence fell.
Occasional screams broke this silence. They came from those who had been mutilated or from those who recognized that a loved one had been killed. But stranger than the silence was the fact that few sought to escape across the rubble of the wall – few.
Then slowly, all by itself, the battering ram turned and began to start up the hill again, moving in my direction. The goat’s head on the end of the ram was laughing, exhilarated, as if drunk with blood.
I thought it might see me, so I left the top of the hill and began to run in the opposite direction. As I ran, I frantically scanned the desert basin for a hiding place. I could hear the huge wheels laboring as they carried the battering ram toward the top of the hill again.
Suddenly an angel began to fly beside me.
“Where can I hide from the battering ram?” I shouted as I ran.
“The battering ram rolls relentlessly over all the earth now. Up high,” the angel said, “up higher than it can see is the only safe place. Let me show you.”
With a wave of the angel’s hand, a stairway appeared, touching the earth and reaching beyond my view into heaven.5 I moved to the base of the stairs and looked up. I was still heaving from running.
The angel flew beside the stairs, higher than its base on Earth, and waved me upward: “Come on!” the angel shouted. “The ram is coming, and we don’t want him to see this stairway. Come on!”
There were no hand rails on the narrow stairs. The stairs were clear like glass, which can be slippery. I could hear the battering ram rolling; although I was still panting, I began to run up the stairs.
“Faster!” the angel called.
I kept my eyes on the stairs. In his hands the angel had a scarlet cord fastened to the stairs at the bottom.6 I could hear the battering ram getting closer, but the angel pulled the cord and brought up the first section of the stairway, like attic stairs that can be lowered and raised.
“Hurry!” the angel urged.
I continued to run up the steps, breathless. The angel pulled the thin rope, and another section of the stairs rose.
“Keep climbing,” the angel said, although now his tone of voice was less urgent.
With a mighty effort, I completed the stairs and turned to make sure I had indeed escaped. The battering ram was directly below, rolling beneath us as the third section of the stairs was pulled up.
“You were safe after climbing the second set of stairs; but to be really safe, you needed to pass the third,”7-8 he said.
As the battering ram rolled past, I tried to catch my breath and settle myself. Only then did I look around.
“Where am I?” I asked.
“Paradise,” the angel smiled, as he tied the cord holding the stairs to a docking post.9 A sign above the post read STAIRPORT.
I looked out over the most beautiful park I had ever seen. There were gentle rolling hills, beds of subtly colored flowers, and grass as uniform and green as the rolled lawns of English manor houses. A walking path crossed this part of the park. There were also quiet pools, a stream, and luxuriant trees that on Earth would have provided shade, but there was no shade or any shadows here. A soft light emanated from everything growing.
“Beautiful,” I thought.
“Yes, isn’t it,” the angel answered.
I did not seem surprised that he read my thoughts. I turned to look at him; only then did his appearance register with me. He looked to be six feet two or six feet three inches in height and in his midthirties, if I were gauging by human years. He had brown curly hair and wore a brown, transparent, full-length robe. Underneath the thin brown robe I could see that he had on blue-and-white-striped work overalls, the sort one might obtain in the store of a farming community. The thought struck me that the brown overrobe was so thin that it was probably cool to wear when working.
A coil of rope crossed his shoulder and chest, circled in a wide loop near his waist, and returned across his back to the shoulder again. He wore a white belt, from which hung a white tool pouch. This pouch looked a little like the handtool belt worn by telephone repairers. He was unlacing a pair of silver-tipped, brown, high-top work boots as he spoke to me.
“No shoes up here,” he smiled. “This is holy ground.” I looked down at my own feet and saw that that they too were bare.
He stood up, putting the boots under his arm. “You’re safe here,” the angel continued. “All of that is down below.”
“What was that?” I asked.
“The great enemy of our Lord and of His church.”
“But it was destroying the church,” I exclaimed.
THE TWO CHURCHES
“Some of it may be destroyed – that which calls itself the church,” he continued. “It has a sign saying it is the church, and many live behind that sign. But the church – the real church – escaped; the real church is alive and can run faster than any battering ram can roll. It’s clumsy, really; but if you are dead stones, if you are not alive, then of course it is more than any man-made structure can resist. However, the real, living church of Jesus Christ can hide in caves, float on the water, or climb into Paradise.10 A member of the real church will know where the hidden stairs are located. That person can call for help, and we will let down the stairs so that he can escape. The real church is more agile than the battering ram. Living stones have feet.”
Then, like someone who had just remembered his manners, he said, “Would you like some refreshments? It would help you.”
“All right,” I said, trying to get my bearings.
A tray of fruit floated to us.11 “Here you are,” the angel said, gesturing toward the tray, “a choice.”
I reached to make a selection of fruit. Some varieties I had seen on Earth, and some I had not. All were without blemish. We both made selections and began to eat.12
“You need to get acquainted with the locations of the hidden stairs,” he continued.
“Is there a map?” I asked.
“No,” the angel laughed. “The map is in the Spirit. By your following His leading, He directs you to the hidden stairs.”
I glanced toward the stairport. “These stairs look like glass,” I said.
“Light,” the angel replied.13 “Nice, aren’t they?”
“Do people ever fall off these stairs?”
“Not if they keep their eyes on Jesus,” he chuckled, “but I wouldn’t advise looking over the side. You might get wobbly doing that.”
“This is good fruit,” I exclaimed.
“Yup, everything’s good up here,” the angel said, mimicking a cowhand.
I laughed, bemused. He was not anything like my idea of an angel. “What is your name?” I asked him.
THE ANGEL AZAR
“Azar,” the angel said, “I’m the one who answers you when you call for help.”14
“Is there only one of you?” I asked.
“You mean for the whole earth? Oh no, I couldn’t take care of the whole earth. We’re assigned to a small number to whose call we will respond, more or less according to lifestyle. Sometimes a stunt person will need one of us all by him or herself, but usually we can handle five. The boss chooses who they will be.”
“The boss?” I said.
“Well, our immediate boss, not the Lord; no, I mean the angel in charge of helps. While you are living on Earth, I’m the one who will answer your call for help. So don’t take up mountain climbing,” he laughed.
He amazed me.
“Had enough fruit?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you,” I said. The tray of fruit disappeared.
“Now,” the angel continued, “you can return the way you came. The present danger is past, but I would suggest that you take the path to the throne room. You must be here for a reason, but that knowledge has not been given to me. Your Father can tell you why you have come.”
“My Father?” I said, glancing out into the park, lost in reflection. It seemed inconceivable, not only that I was in Paradise, but also that I could go to see my heavenly Father as a child might go to see an earthly one.
“Certainly,” he said, reading my thoughts. “Just take the path.”
“Does this path lead to the throne room?”
“All paths here lead to God. They are not like the paths on Earth.”
I looked toward the path as if it were a distant horizon too far away to reach.
“Go on,” he laughed. “Go see your Daddy. I’ll be here when it’s time for you to return.”
I turned to search his face.
“Don’t you want to know why you’re here?” he asked.
“Yes,” I laughingly exclaimed.
He threw up his hands and shrugged, as if to say, “Well?”
“Thank you,” I said earnestly.
He smiled at me and spoke quietly, “The Creator of the universe desires your company. Don’t keep Him waiting.”
I smiled and showed him that I was stepping onto the path.
He called after me, “I’ll be here when it’s time to return.”
I waved to him, acknowledging that I had heard. Then, somewhat breathlessly, I set my face toward the throne room.
God’s judgement against sin has begun with His household, the church (1 Pet 4:17; Rev 14:7). His purpose is to separate the weeds from the wheat of the living and true church (Matt. 13:40-43; 1 Cor. 11:18-19; Rev. 18:2-4).
The adobe walls represent that which is constructed by “the flesh” of religious people from whom God calls “dust” (Gen. 3:19; Jer. 17:5) and who are powerless against Satan and his hordes (2 Cor. 10:3-4; Isa 31:1).
Jesus Christ is the ladder or “the way” to heaven, for “no one comes to the Father but through [him]”. (John 14:6).
The scarlet cord that is secured to the first section of the stairway into heaven represents the first stage of redemption through the cross of Calvary (Josh. 2:18).
The second section of the stairway is the second stage of redemption through the cross of Calvary.
The third section secures one’s position in the heavenly realm with Christ “far above all rule and authority and power and dominion” of the enemy (Eph. 1:21).
The word Paradise means “park or garden.” The Father designed the true Garden of Eden there especially for the Lord Jesus (Song of Sol. 5:1; 6:2; Ezek. 28:13). In His garden the original tree of life still grows (Rev. 2:7).
Slaves did not wear shoes in households in biblical days; only the members of the family were shod (Luke 15:22). Hence, removing one’s shoes in the presence of God acknowledged that one did not own or control the holy ground on which one stood (Exod. 3:5; Josh. 5:15).
The living church on Earth is the body of born-again Christians who share a common life of glorifying and obeying the Lord Jesus through keeping His Word and through worship, prayer, and fellowship – all as energized by the Holy Spirit.
The heavenly fruit is made of God’s light and is eaten by the angles and the redeemed there (Rev. 2:7).
The Hebrew word that means “help” is azar.
Angels only know what God the Spirit reveals to them. There are matters that Christians know but that angels do not know (1 Pet. 1:12).
Scriptural notes which further clarify this revelation are to be found in the section called: TEACHING.
THE ANGEL OF HOPE
Our compassionate heavenly Father has assigned another angel to assist us in the coming days: The Angel of Hope. I thought you might like to see an angel assigned recently instead of twenty years ago and hear what the Lord is saying right now for this time.
1st Day of Rosh Hashanah 2015 –
I spoke to the Lord:
“Lord, I feel pregnant with hope – eager anticipation.”
The Lord spoke: “I have placed hope that is multiplying within you. Even as nations crumble, I am bringing forth a hope that will not be found empty. It is a hope that draws on My capacity – My name – My promises.
“Even as faith is the belief that I AM and I will, hope shoots grappling hooks into the future and draws My desired consequences into the present. Hope draws it into your hands for ready use.
“Have eager anticipation. Ask.”
I am sharing this experience with you to honor four young women that visited me recently. Two were from China and two from Mike Bickle’s church. When they came into the office, they saw the picture from my journal lying on the desk. I told them that I was thinking of sharing the revelation/experience concerning the betrothal gifts with the picture drawn twenty years ago. They told me that many children learning English in China read “Heaven Awaits the Bride” and also follow this web-site because they like the pictures, as well as the true stories.
So – in honor of the children in China that read these true stories – Bless you and I hope you enjoy this amazing experience with our Lord.
CONCERNING THE GIFTS
The ancient custom of giving the future bride gifts at the time she agrees to marry is still prevalent today. The man, now, usually brings an engagement ring.
The custom is featured in the Bible when Abraham’s servant travels back to the area where Abraham’s relatives live to seek a bride for his son Isaac. Supernaturally the chosen young maiden is shown to the servant, (who represents the Holy Spirit). When she says she will go with the servant to marry Isaac, the servant unloads (from his camel caravan) gifts for the family of the chosen bride and many valuable gifts for her.
RECEIVING THE BETROTHAL GIFTS
The following is such an occurrence in my life – twenty years ago, while living in a government project. The revelation/experience was written in a book: ‘The Priestly Bride’; but the colored pencil drawing that was a part of the story in the journal has never been seen, (except by the young ladies from Kansas City and from China.)
The scriptures substantiating the scriptural relevance of the vision and clarifying the experience will be found in the “Teaching” section of this month’s web site.
I do hope you enjoy it.
The edges of the air were on fire.
I raised my hand to shield my eyes from the searing light. The very molecules of the air within our apartment were burning white-hot from a central point.
Swiftly the Holy Spirit spoke: “Rise, Anna.” At the time I was down on my knees in prayer asking for more of God. Now, however, I had stopped praying, for I was struck by the wonder materializing before my eyes. The air sizzled and curled.
From the center of this phenomenon, the fiery glory of the Lord began to burn through the wall of our apartment. The Holy Spirit had to set me on my feet, for I could not stand. Seeing the Lord’s glory while on Earth and in one’s body is very different from seeing Him above while in spirit. His glory is almost more than the physical body can bear.1
ANGELS OF HIS PRESENCE
As I rose to my feet, stately angels of His presence stepped through the center of the blazing light to enter the room.2 They came in pairs but separated as they touched the room’s atmosphere. Four angels stood before me in a semicircle to my left, four angels in a semicircle to my right. They wore pale lavender robes embroidered with deep purple and gold on the sleeves and hem. Golden girdles bound these garments across their chests.3 Each angel carried something in his hands in the manner of an emissary.
Then four additional angels, similarly dressed, entered the room through the burning air. Each of these held one pole of a canopy, the sort one might see in a Jewish wedding. As they moved forward, the word LOVE could be seen at times in the canopy’s fabric.4
The Holy Spirit stirred and swelled into a whirlwind in response to the One who now stepped beneath the canopy. King Jesus, brighter than the sun, entered the room.
Through the shock of unbelievable light, I could see faintly that He was wearing a rich purple cloak that opened in the front and hung in folds to the ground. It had long sleeves and was edged with a wide, gold brocaded border. Beneath this garment was a white robe that also reached to His feet. The robe was grappled across His chest with a golden girdle. On His head was a golden crown that was similar in some respects to the crowns used to cap Torah scrolls.5 He was terrible in majesty, awesome in holiness, splendid in beauty.
The Holy Spirit swirled around me to strengthen me, for the intense light and power emanating from the Lord made it difficult for me to stand.
Then, as if by some silent command from Jesus, the nearest angel in the semicircle stepped toward me. In his hands he held a golden crown, which he carefully placed upon my head. “Wisdom,” he said, smiling slightly.6 Then crossing his arms over his chest, he nodded respectfully and stepped back into the semicircle.
The angel opposite him in the semicircle stepped forward with the gift he was carrying. He placed golden earrings on my ears. “Knowledge,” he said.7 Then he too folded his arms over his chest and moved back to join the other angels.
One by one each of the remaining angels of His presence brought the gift that he held in his hands. After the physical gift was placed upon me, the angel named the spiritual gift it symbolized. The gifts these angels presented included a golden heart that hung on a chain over my own heart – understanding;8 golden bracelets on each wrist – discretion;9 a golden nose ornament – discernment;10 golden rings on each finger – the ability to communicate;11 and a golden necklace – the fear of the Lord.12 The eighth angel stepped forward and blew a mist of gold over me. It covered me like a veil from my head to my feet. “Favor,” he said as he smiled.13 He too nodded and stepped back into the semicircle.
I was stunned. I had never received such an immediate and extravagant answer to prayer. I looked down at the gifts that I was able to see. They were princely – gifts of my Father from my Father.14 But why the canopy?
“Lord,” I said, “let all of these gifts be within for Your pleasure.”15
He smiled at me. “Because you have asked that these be for My pleasure, they will be [for My pleasure] and will also be experienced by others. These gifts will unlock My heart to you and to My body. All mysteries are bound up, locked away in Me, Anna. But the mystery of My love is the greatest revelation of all.” Moving toward me, He said, “My chosen one, My love, a fruitful bough, an orchard of fruitfulness.”
“Lord,” I replied, “I am barren.” (I had never borne physical children.)
He smiled again as He answered, “You will bear and be more fruitful than if you had borne physical children. I have withheld your bearing. But now I place My hands upon you that you might bring forth good fruit – many children, all heirs, kings and priests to their Father.”
He placed His hands upon me. Fire and power surged through me. He continued to speak, “No longer will you bear shame because of unfruitfulness.”
RATIFICATION OF BETROTHAL
“Cleave to Me,” He said. I am your Husband. Let My covering be on your head. His eyes burned into me as He continued, Ï am the Lord your God, and none is like Me. I am the beginning and the end. I am your health, your protection, and your fruitfulness. Thousands upon thousands of heirs will you bear, those who will walk right into My kingdom, those who will be at home in My chambers.
“Anna,” He said in a more intimate tone, “You are more beautiful now than earlier. My heart is turned toward you. My desire is for you. You have captured My heart. Lock this away in your heart, for My promises are true and sure.”
I could hardly breathe. “Lord,” I whispered, “let it be soon.”
“It is already accomplished,” he said. “Bear fruit for the kingdom. Shun pride. Point not the finger.”
He bowed at the waist as a sign of His departure and stepped back under the canopy. Once under the canopy, He turned and walked through the burning opening in the wall of the apartment. The four angels holding the poles of the canopy also bowed and walked out with Him, holding the canopy over His head as He disappeared. The angels of His presence also signified their departure, and two by two they followed the Lord.
Then the Holy Spirit swirled before me again, this time gathering up all of the remaining fire and light. He too passed through the apartment wall. Instantly, the gifts became internal and no longer adorned me externally. The wall closed.
“Father,” I whispered, “who am I to marry a King? I come with nothing.25 I have no dowry.26 I do not even have a hope chest with linens and…”
Before I could continue, my Father thundered audibly in the room: “Can I not provide linens for My children?”27
THE ELDERS IN HEAVEN
There is not much information about the Elders in heaven. Many people feel that they are risen humans from the old and new testaments. Since one of those mentioned as being among them was in fact looking into heaven from earth and telling about the full number already being in place, these Elders seem to be angelic.
The following occurred on December 21st, 1994—very soon after I began to visit heaven.
That which took place was part of the equipping for the call the Lord was placing upon me. At that time, however, I knew nothing about telling the body of Christ about these visits. I was recording these visions/revelations/experiences for myself alone.( There is damage to the page from the fire that burned down our home– and the fact that the journals sat in water from the fire department as they tried to save the house.)
INTERVIEW WITH AN ANGEL
This training session occurred on June 16, 1995—twenty years ago. I am putting the first two pages into this web-site because they have the pictures. The interview, comprised of questions and answers, will be typed—except for these first two pages. Bible references follow.
I looped my left arm through her right and we began to walk on the path.
“How do you feel you are doing?” she asked.
“I’m not sure,” I answered.
“That means you do not want to answer that question,” she smiled.
“Perhaps not,” I laughed.
“Well,” she said, “let me address the question. I believe you have grown in thankfulness. This pleases your Father.”
[I realized that I was jumping into a subject rather abruptly, but I remembered a question Albert (my husband) had asked.] “Where are you on times off?” I asked.
“We have no times off,” she laughed. “When assigned to you or to another, we are able to remain in contact with you and also to behold the throne of God. You might say we are here and there.”1
“When we appear to you, we are here, but still there…connected….present before the Father of Lights. Paul speaks of being in two places—where he was presently and with those in prayer in another place.”2
“Now,” she continued, ‘’we are not everywhere at one time—but we, like your spirit—can be there and at home. You are here (in heaven) and you are also on earth. You can send your spirit out to another to touch and also remain touching the Godhead.”3
“To tell it may seem complex; but in reality it is most natural. But, we do not have vacations where we must go away to another part of the realm. Your Father works and we work—but do not tire of the assignments.”4
“If wounded, we must return to ‘home base’ as it were, and report in.”
“What heals you?” I asked.
“You mean, who heals us…the Lord Jesus. We are spirit and healed by light and life.”5
“The balm for us is God’s love….like honey. The fusion for any wound is light and life Himself. As sacrifices our God desires now are spiritual, so are healings here.”6
“The material is an outward representation of each spiritual reality.”7
“Mankind needs such. The spiritual realities are too abstract for them: like a child that needs to touch, see, smell, taste and hear; these bring a coarse understanding and a dim light, but are all they can bear.”8
“All that are from God are now, were and will be.”9
“We are friends are we not?”
“Yes,” I said. “Are there others I do not know personally—or their names, I mean,–that are assigned to me?”
“Yes, many. In your Father’s good time you will know them. They are already present—reaching toward you, but it will be as though they step through a barrier to draw nearer. Mankind does not know the love extended toward it by their Father. You might say that (mankind) has built in friends,” she laughed. 10
“Your main teacher is God Himself. But we are attracted to His light…(I had the impression of a magnet pulling to it particles of steel shavings.)”11
“Spirit calls to spirit.”12
“I watched you grow and will be your friend from creation to everlasting.13
“You were placed in Christ from the beginning. I was created and assigned before you came forth on earth.”14
“When you are here (in heaven) the true is so simple, is it not?” she asked. “Truth is like a golden nail.”15
“Those personally assigned to you will always be with you….friends. But we are not as great a friend as our God. I do not want you to tire. Return now (which means to return to earth) You may come again whenever you wish.”
“Before I go,” I interjected, “are there angels with short term assignments to individuals as well?”
“Yes,” she answered. “But, that is for another day.” She threw back her head and laughed. “Another day, Anna. Do not tire yourself.”
[I hugged her. She felt a little different from a human person. She could see that I was registering perplexity.]
“Another day,” she smiled.
“Thank you, Clara,” I too smiled—a long smile of gratitude.
1. Matthew 18:10 …”their angels in heaven continually behold the face of My Father who is in heaven.” And Luke 1:19: “I am Gabriel who stands in the presence of God and I have been sent to speak to you.”
2. Our resurrected human spirits are in union with Christ’s spirit and He is both in heaven and on earth and in others…and we can be in more than one place, too. I Cor. 5:3 and 4….” In the name of our Lord Jesus, when you are assembled, and I with you in spirit….” And Col 1: 5…” even though I am absent from you in body I am with you in spirit…”
3. Col. 3:1 “If then you have been raised up with Christ, keep seeking the things above where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God.” And Eph. 2:6….” and seated us with Him in the heavenly places with Christ Jesus.”
4. “John 5:17…”My Father is working until now, and I, Myself, am working.” And John 5:20 …”The Father loves the Son and shows Him all things that He, Himself, is doing.”
5. John 6:63…It is the Spirit who gives life…”. We can be subject to the Father of spirit s and live. Heb. 12:9, and we are being subject when we come to the Son.
6. 1 Peter 2:5..”you are a holy priesthood to offer up spiritual sacrifices.”
7. Heb. 9:23 and 24. The earthly tabernacle was a copy of the true one in heaven. Jesus said: “I am the true vine.” He also said that He was the true bread and the true drink.
8. The true is in heaven and the things on earth are a shadow or a copy. Phil. 3:20.
9. All that is from God is everlasting. What He gives is Jesus Christ who is the same yesterday, today and forever.
10. John 5:43.
11. John 14:26. The Holy Spirit will teach us all things.
12. “Deep calls to deep.” Ps 42:7
13. John 1 5:15. If Jesus calls us friends, then we know the angels are friends.
14. Eph. 1:4—we were chosen in Christ before the foundation of the world.
15. Ecc. 12:11. “The words of wise men are like goads (pointed sticks that poke you to get you to move forward) and masters of these collections are like well driven nails: they are given by one Shepherd.” A nail secures something. A golden nail would secure the truth of God in our lives.
THE ANGEL DANIEL
Exactly one year ago I showed you Daniel to demonstrate angelic attire. Now I am showing you another time of encountering the angel Daniel. In seeing Daniel on this occasion there was greater clarity as to the assistance that he, himself, renders to me (and, I am sure, to others).
I will type the text. You will be able to see some of the writing on the pages with illustrations, but reading it is always difficult. Therefore I will hope to give to you greater clarity by typing that which is in the journal.
Going up the tunnel, I was singing. The lavender and blue lights in the tunnel were rolling like neon. An echo of my song came back to me. Either it was an echo or someone else was singing the same thing after me. I was going forward in the tunnel by swinging on the bars of lavender and blue like a jungle gym.
Once out of the tunnel, a couple of angels flew by and said:
“Come fly with us, Anna.”
They held onto my arms and up we went like three stunt planes flying together. We zoomed and turned and rolled. We also laughed. Flowers popped out all over my clothing and then squashed down to become a flowered pattern—then faded to dazzling white.
“Sometimes I’m so amazed up here.” I said.
“We must go now,” one of the angels said…and both disappeared.
Seated on a rock near me was Daniel. His staff was propped against the rock on which he was sitting. (The staff has an orb at the top of a tall blue pole. The orb is full of eyes. A golden cross topped the staff.)
“Daniel,” I said, although I felt it improper to call him by his first name. That seemed too familiar for such a venerable angel.
He seemed to be working on something in his hand. I never asked him what it was.
“May I help you?” he asked looking up.
“I don’t know?” I answered. “There are mysteries to unlock. Do you assist me in the understanding of these?”
“If the Lord chooses,” he said. “Is there something you wish to know?”
“Explain to me about your staff, if you would please?” I asked.
He began. “the eyes are for sight, but special sight…..sight that enables you to judge with godly judgement. Your giftedness in this area will be assisted by me.” He waved his hand and pictures appeared in the air. ‘”Visions,” he smiled, “I assist in the understanding of dreams and visions. I want you to know,” he continued, “I enjoy working with you. If you will give yourself to this study, your Father has much for you to relate.”
“May I hold your staff?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“All of those eyes and no mouth to speak,” I mused.
“They see, and what they perceive comes through the staff into my hand and augments that which I, alone see—multiplies it—and I speak. I am the voice for the eyes. Also, I hear for the eyes and what I hear travels through the staff to the eyes. I am the hearing for the eyes.”
“Why more seeing than hearing or speaking?” I asked.
“Seeing means perceiving as well as looking. So there needs to be additional ‘seeing’ to balance—in the right proportion–the speaking and hearing. Wisdom, knowledge and understanding, as well as discernment through perception are included. The staff shows a level of authority in this area of ‘seeing’. The Lord is allowing you to ‘see’ for His purposes and because the times are short. More mysteries will be revealed. The Lord wishes to find you faithful, Anna. Be faithful in the small and He will add the larger to it. Do you desire this?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Then follow instructions. Live in God. If you wish to live in God for eternity, why not start now? Stop dividing the kingdoms—HEAVEN and EARTH. Begin to live in your heavenly home.”
He continued: “Cling to your Father. Talk to Him. Move in Him. There is much to do today…but do not do it apart from Him. Simply learn to live in Him.” (Colossians 3:2: ‘Set your mind on the things above, not on the things that are on earth.” NAS)
While holding the staff there were panoramic visions around me. I handed the staff back to him. “That staff is fun,” I said to him.
“We are friends and work well together,” he said referring to the staff. He spoke of it as though it were a person. Seeing my puzzlement, he added. “In the spiritual realm, all spirits do not look like humans.” [Into my mind flashed WHEELS.]
“Rest in that for today,” he said. “There is much to do; but the Lord is with you and many are added to you (angels). We, too, are with you.”
He smiled and said: “Run along. Obey God.”
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There are dreams or visions that give the believer indications that the Lord is accelerating the speed with which He is drawing the person into the bridal process. He is drawing you closer.
The pictures were simple. However, I certainly did not understand their meaning when they were given. Even when I asked my friend, Bob Jones, I did not understand the full implication of all the Lord was showing me. Bob said: “You caught the wedding ring.”
“Goodness,” I thought, “what does that mean?” The White Horse represents the Holy Spirit that takes you to the Son. [I'm sorry for the dark line in the center of the drawing. It is from the copy machine.] This revelation was given in February 1995-a couple of months after the Lord opened the heavens for me.
If you have begun to have dreams or visions of wedding attire, or of being carried away to the Lord or the sun or the Prince (as in Cinderella), rejoice, for the Lord is drawing you into greater intimacy.
THE MOUNTAIN OF SPICES
Before I show you the revelation given on Valentine’s Day, February 14, 1995 (twenty years ago), let me give you a little historical background:
Al and I had recently moved to the Panama City area. About two months earlier I had begun to see into heaven. When we moved to the Gulf Coast, we joined a little beach church. The pastor and the congregation were in their twenties or younger. They all wore cut-offs and baseball caps turned backwards. The pastor preached a good sermon, though. He knew the Bible. It was very lively, to say the least.
That is only preliminary background to the actual day of the vision. After receiving the revelation, I tried to draw and color the mountains that I had seen….poorly, I might add. However, I went to the Panama City library to begin research on these spices. While there, the pastor of that little church came in and stopped by the library table. He asked what I was doing and I showed him—with great embarrassment (he was a professional artist). I am telling you this because now, all these years later, the picture has not improved in its quality—but here I am showing it to EVERYONE. I am trying to console myself by hoping that, now, the picture is history.
ANGELS OF THE LONG “HELLO”
When getting to know the angels assigned to us, some are revealed a “little-at-a-time.” How is that possible? This is Cerise, an angel of ZEAL.
THE ANGEL OF ZEAL
As soon as the Lord saved me, I began to hear His voice. I did not “see” but I could “hear”. It was wonderful. I could hear and talk to God—and I knew it was God.
Almost immediately He told me that He had set me aside to be the wife of a minister in the small town I was visiting. What? I was a new Christian and to tell you the truth, neither the minister nor I were even vaguely interested in one another—I mean—not the least flicker of interest: zero. But because the Lord had said it to me, I thought: “Well, I may have been too blind to see it—but this must be the one for me.”
How exciting. How amazing. But I needed to say that I would, indeed, marry him. God requires no one to accept something against his or her free will. Now, there were huge considerations to take into account: my screenwriting career was taking off in big way, I had been given the lead in a show (for which I was already doing backers auditions) that was to open in New York in the Spring, I had the best literary agent in New York, I had an unbelievable parlor floor apartment on West 11th street in the Village, I had tons of friends—all in the film industry or on Broadway. I traveled the world and lived a life most people only dreamed of living. I would need to give up all of that to be married to a minister who lived in a town of 2,400 people and a church with a congregation of 15. Hummmm—what to do?
Well, really there was never a contest. I chose God, the minister, the small town and the church…and never regretted it. I walked away from the other life.
When I made the decision to follow the Lord however and wherever He led me, He assigned to me two angels. I did not see them—nor hear them; but the Lord told me their names and their particular strengths. One was called Cerise and he was an angel of ZEAL. “Was not cerise a color?” I asked myself. But there were so many new events in my life at that time that I did not pursue finding out. That was in 1975…the year I married my husband.
I did not really think about the angel of Zeal in the years after that. I never saw him, nor heard him, so….Now let us zoom forward the 1995—20 years later–. Right before we moved to Florida, the heavens opened and I began to see into the spiritual realm. Now I was seeing angels and Jesus and our heavenly Father and our home above. At that time, the Lord graciously revealed to me the angel that had been assigned to me so many years ago: CERISE.
I am including a paint chip from a store in Panama City. I asked them to show me the color cerise. Here is what they sent me. [I am including the paint chip—but the color did not translate through the copy machine. The angel is wearing the true color.]
The angel looked young. He had fire coming from his hands and feet—and actually left fire where ever he walked. Looking at the fire radiating from him, one would surmise that he was zealous. Cerise was of great help in the twenty years after I married my husband and his assistance is doubly needed as we head into the future. It has now been 40 years since he was assigned to me. His influence, instead of waning is increasing. Why? Because of that which is facing the body of Christ in the years ahead, we will need zeal for the Lord.
We are fortunate, for we know that since there is a whole choir of angels that assist us in acquiring zeal, we may ask the Lord for an increase. Our Father will send the Holy Spirit, as well as our dear Lord Jesus and choirs of angels to give us more godly zeal. He will set us aflame with His love and passion—even as the angel of zeal appears to burn with fiery love and singleness of purpose for our Lord and for accomplishing His will.
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THE PICNIC ABOVE
I am including the text of the picnic with the illustrations drawn at the time of the revelation. Remember the text and pictures passed through the fire that burned down our home and the water that was generously poured upon the house by the fire department in an attempt to save the structure.
For this reason, the text is typed and can be found under the heading THE PICNIC in the section on teaching, for I am not sure you will be able to read all of the original text. In the personal message section of this month’s web site, there is an “oh, my word” revelation that relates to The Picnic.
ANGELS THAT MAKE US LAUGH
There are all manner of angels that specialize. SENSE and NONSENSE are two from this special category. They teach while cheering us up…something of a rare combination.
Suddenly two angels came strolling down the path near the pool (in heaven). They looked like young men of about twenty-five years of age. One had brown hair and wore a brown robe. The other had blond hair and wore a blond robe. There was something comical about them. But I did not know why I felt this way. Salt and pepper came to mind when I looked at them. They were laughing and talking.
“Hello,” I said. “Who are you?”
“Sense,” bowed the angel in the brown robe.
“Nonsense,” bowed the angel in the blond.
“What?” I laughed. “God is not into nonsense.”
“Oh, yes,” said Nonsense. “There is more understood by the spirit than the mind.”(1)
“And much that the mind is given to comprehend as true,” Sense added. (2)
“That reminds me of a song,” said Nonsense.
“Oh, dear,” said Sense.
“We will sing it for you,” added Nonsense.
“We will?” asked Sense.
“Why not?” replied Nonsense. “You always like my songs.”
“I do?” Sense asked incredulously.
“They certainly are better than yours,” Nonsense quipped. “Yours sound like math problems.”
Sense roared with laughter. “All right, all right,” he said. “You start it.”
What is it like to live above?
What is it like above?
Walk blind you see, walk deaf you hear,
That’s what it’s like above, above.
That’s what it’s like above. (3)
There was a long pause. “Is that it?” Sense asked.
“Well, I’m not singing an aria here,” Nonsense answered. “That is it.”
There was another long pause. “I like it,” Sense said wholeheartedly.
“Thank you,” Nonsense said begrudgingly. “Shall we sing it together?”
“Very well,” Sense nodded. “Would you like to join us, Anna?”
“If I can remember it,” I said.
“Just jump in when you can,” Nonsense added. Nonsense began to sing the song again. We joined in when we could.
When the song ended, Nonsense asked, “Shall we sing it again?”
Laughing, Sense and I said, “By all means.” Sense continued, “Come, Anna, we will walk with you down the path.”
We began to walk and sing the song again. We sang it again and again and again. The more we walked and sang, the funnier everything seemed. We all began to laugh uproariously. In fact, we laughed so much that we could hardly stand. At times we had to hang on to one another just to remain upright.
“Your songs are better than I remembered,” roared Sense.
We almost fell down laughing because the song was true, but absolute nonsense. We walked and sang and laughed until we neared a large verdant garden, the entrance to which was guarded by two enormous cherubim.
“We leave you here,” said Sense.
I wanted to ask, “Where?” But before I could ask, Nonsense said, “Whenever you need a little traveling music, just let us know.” They bowed laughing and were gone.
*Notes will be explained in the section on TEACHING.
THE ANGEL CRYSTAL CLEAR
(First I will give to you the revelation and then, will supply the teaching notes for this revelation in the section TEACHING).
This experience in the spiritual realm takes place in heaven right after I first arrived. I was sitting down by a clear stream at the time.
When I returned to look at the water, another face was looking into the stream with me.
“Hello,” a child’s voice said.
I turned and sat up to face her.
“Are you on tour?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered, staring at her.
She appeared to be a child of about five or six years old, but she was shining. She had no wings, and her eyes looked old beyond the years displayed in her small stature. She wore a pale calico pinafore over a faintly colored, short shift. Her hair was curly and tousled as if from play. She looked like a little girl, but every so often I could see through her arm or leg and knew her to be a spirit. She was intriguing.
“Have you just begun the tour?” she questioned.
“Yes, I think so. Why?” I asked.
“I wanted you to come play with me,” she said.
“Play with you?” I said incredulously.
“In my sandpile,” she said. “Can you come?”
Just then the tour guide walked over to us, and I stood. I was torn between getting to know this small spirit and continuing my tour.
“May I go with…what is your name?” I asked her, bending over to question her as one might question a child.
“May I go with Crystal Clear for a few minutes?” I asked the tour guide.
“Oh, all right,” he said. “Meet us at the almond grove when you finish.”
“How will I find it?” I asked.
“Crystal Clear will show you the way.”
“Yes, I will,” she said excitedly. “Come along with me.”
Suddenly we were on a vast shore line, but there was no sea.2 It looked as though the beach was still there, but no ocean. In the sand were all manner of red and blue children’s buckets and shovels.
She continued to speak: “Haven’t you always wanted to build a sandcastle?”3
I chuckled, “Well, not really, Crystal Clear.”
“Yes, you have,” she said. “Think about it. You’ve wanted to build on Earth, and all of that is sand.4 When the tide comes in, it goes away. Even the tools for building remain longer than a sandcastle, for the tools are from God. But if you use them to build on sand instead of in eternity, what do you have? A waste of time,” she shrugged. “You have wanted a sandcastle. It’s silly really, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so,” I said quietly. I did not want to admit it, but she was right. I had wanted a home and financial security and to accomplish something—for God, of course—but I had tunnel vision for the life on Earth. I had Christianized the gospel of the world and bought into my own packaging. It was a bitter thing to hear that the focus of my life had been fleshly and worthless to God and that I had not gotten away with it.5
“Do you want to play?” she continued cheerily.
I felt a little sick. I thought I would change the subject. “Why such a large sand area?” I asked.
“Many want to build on sand, so we let them. It gets it out of their systems, you know. Maybe if you build on the sand right now you would feel, ‘I’ve done that.’”
“It seems a silly thing to do,” I said stonily.
“Well, yes it does. However, building on earth is really the same: silly toys that are long forgotten here, toys that do not even gather dust in the attic but disintegrate and are totally forgotten here—a waste of God’s precious time,’’ she said much too breezily.
I had the taste of a copper penny in my mouth.6 “Is it all right if we do not play today?” I asked.
“Oh, all right,” she said. “Do you want to join the tour?”
“I don’t know,” I said dazed. I felt as though I had been hit by a truck. “I like your name, Crystal Clear,” I said acidly. “It’s apt.”
“Maybe a little rest,” she said as if she had not heard my remark. “Now remember to come back to see us. We love you here; do keep in touch.” She held up her tiny hands and I held up mine to reciprocate. Light came from hers into mine and knocked me softly backwards.
I lay on the air, as someone might lie on a gurney while being wheeled through hospital halls. My arms were across my chest, and I floated down the path like a patient returning from surgery.
THE ANGEL OF THE FEAR OF THE LORD
This angel came to me May 27, 2006.
The Angel of The Fear of the Lord was dressed in contained fire. The garment seemed to be on the verge of bursting into flame at any moment. He was tall with snow-white hair. His hair was tipped with flames. From his hands shone beams of light and three beams from his head. Each step that he took produced footprints of fire on the surface he was moving across.
He spoke to me: “I am the angel Fear of the Lord. I come to you now that Wisdom may follow. I come not just to you, but I am given to those who come to worship, praise and seek the Great King—He who is King of All.
The Lord has sent me because you have much need of wisdom. The King’s children need to know the Fear of the Lord. I will assist them. I bring with me apples of gold in sockets of silver—godly treasures that bring honor to the King. Many seek the perishable treasures, but those who seek the Great King will seek the pure gold set in redemption. This gold leads to all manner of salvation. The true gold of God guides the child away from self.
I am come now to bring this fear of the Lord. I have brought with me Prudence and Discretion–Wisdom follows.
The Fear of the Lord is needed now. Therefore the Great King has sent me in response to this need.”
Like apples of gold in settings of silver
is a word spoken in the right circumstance.
Prudence and Discretion eventually began to stand with and help Wisdom when she arrived.
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THE ANGEL VICTORY
Here is the angel VICTORY (well, to the best of my ability to draw him). He stands about 8 feet tall and shines with an intense brightness. His robe looks for all-the-world like liquid mercury: quixotic, subtly shimmering, changeable light. Since what he said and what he did are of great significance, I will discuss him in all three sections: ANGELS, PERSONAL and TEACHING in order that you might better understand both this angel and, hopefully, angels like him.
APPEARANCES OF THE ANGEL VICTORY
I want to share with you the appearances of this angel—but—since some of what he says relates to others (because the appearances occur on earth, unlike all the encounters with angels within the books THE HEAVENS OPENED, THE PRIESTLY BRIDE and HEAVEN AWAITS THE BRIDE—those relate to me alone in heaven) I will not include those sentences. The general spiritual content, however, will remain intact.
THE FIRST APPEARANCE
“Suddenly, a very large angel appeared. It was as though he was dressed in liquid mercury. The large angel addressed me: ‘I, the ANGEL OF VICTORY, come to you now to assist you. I come with the KEYS TO OPEN ALL NECESSARY DOORS. I come with the KEYS TO THE WEAPONS THAT WILL VANQUISH THE FOES.’”
“I am he who serves with Michael. I am he who accomplishes the bidding of the Lord of Hosts and of His General, the Holy Spirit. I follow on the heels of BREAKTHROUGH (an angel released to the nation in which we live.) I am released to you today. Will you receive me?” THE ANGEL OF VICTORY asked.
“I will with great thanks to our God.” I answered.
He continued: “Do not fear, Anna. Be strong and courageous.” He looked at me. “Expect the doors to open. Expect the Lord’s purposes to be accomplished. I, VICTORY, command many (angels). We stand ready to bring His purposes into victory.”
“I thank the Lord for His kindness,” I concluded.
THE SECOND APPEARANCE
“I was in the office on September, 2014, when an angel appeared before me. He was large and wore a dull silver cloak with a hood. Suddenly, he removed the hood and took off the cloak. The fabric—whatever it was—hid an angel of blazing brightness. He wore a silver robe that looked like liquid mercury. It was the angel VICTORY that I had seen many years before.
He spoke. Although his voice was modulated, the sound went into my very bones and shook me: ‘…the years have been accomplished for you (it was implied that this was a corporate “you”) to be endowed with your further calling. You said that you would receive me. Will you be strong and very courageous? Will you embrace your further calling?’”
“What is that calling?” I asked.
The angel continued: “TO KEEP THE FIRES BURNING ON THE ALTAR OF INCENSE OF PRAYERS RISING INTO THE NOSTRILS OF GOD ALMIGHTY.”
“For what purpose?” I asked the angel.
“For the purposes God Himself will reveal—purpose by purpose—immediate and changing purpose by immediate and changing purpose—guided by the nod of His head—guided by the glance of His eye,” the angel said.
“Here,” the ANGEL OF VICTORY said,” the Sharbiyt ( number 8275 in Strong’s Concordance of the Bible…meaning a scepter.) “has been given to you. ‘First the natural, then the spiritual.’” [The natural had been extended to us earlier.] “Now, I, VICTORY, have been commissioned to give to you the spiritual of that natural.” He reached out to me—extending in his hand a slender rod of 12 to 15 inches. It was plain except that it glowed intensely. I reached out my hand and took it. It had some weight to it. It looked a bit like the batons used in a relay race.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Seek and you will find,” the angel said—and vanished.
Often the Lord requires me to look up the meaning of Hebrew words in order to understand in greater measure the situation or person or object he is describing in or explaining in that language.
FOR A FULLER EVALUATION OF THE ANGEL AND OF HIS MESSAGE, PLEASE GO TO THE SECTION ON ‘TEACHING’.
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ANGELS THAT WORK TOGETHER
The angels shown here are WISDOM in the center, PRUDENCE in the Summer Green color and DISCRETION in the Berry color.
My friend, Bob Jones, always referred to Wisdom as “the redheaded woman.” When I showed the drawing of Wisdom to him he said: “I always see her as older.” “Yes,” I told him, “but I am not a professional artist, I am doing the best I can.” Wisdom does look more mature than the drawing of her that I am showing you. She is dressed simply with a golden girdle across her chest and around her waist. On her head was some sort of golden enhancement. It looked like thin, golden leaves. It wasn’t a crown as we think of a crown– but a delicate embellishment that marked her station in some way. The Bible says:
13 Happy is the man who finds wisdom, and the man who gains understanding;
14 For her proceeds are better than the profits of silver and her gain than fine gold.
15 She is more precious than rubies, and all the things you may desire cannot compare with her.
16 Length of days is in her right hand, in her left riches and honor.
17 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.
18 She is a tree of life to those who take hold of her, and happy are all who retain her.
(Perhaps the golden leaves in her hair refer to this verse.) 4:9 “She (Wisdom) will place on your head an ornament of grace; a crown of glory she will deliver to you.”
VERSES SHOWING THE THREE WORKING TOGETHER
12 I Wisdom dwell with Prudence and find out knowledge and Discretion.
3 To receive the instruction of Wisdom, justice, judgment and equity.
4 To give Prudence to the simple, to the young man knowledge and Discretion.
The colors indicate freshness and an aliveness to that which is being imparted to the hearer.
THE DEFINITION OF PRUDENCE: Wisdom applied to practice.
THE DEFINITION OF DISCRETION: Being careful about what one says or does.
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THE FIRST VORTEX
I saw this vortex very soon after the Lord opened the heavens to me. I had no idea of what it was. Therefore, I called it a funnel in my journal of December 20, 1994. I’ll type what was said at the time and then allow you to see the text of 1994 afterwards….(because, I’m not sure you could read my writing.)
“While praying for a relative who had been in an automobile accident, I saw a funnel of angels with a bright, white light at the end. These angels were in white with large white wings. People—escorted by angels were being carried into the intense, white light. I felt that these might be those who had recently died and were going into the nearer presence of God.”
THE WRITTEN TEXT
Please remember that this journal went through a fire and the subsequent soaking of water by our fine volunteer fire department—actually fire departments from several nearby towns were needed to put out the fire that took out our mountain cabin.
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THE ANGEL OF PRAISE
On January 23, 1995—fairly soon after the Lord opened the heavens to me—I saw the angel Judy (or she who praises). This picture is from my journal of that date. (Remember, I was drawing for myself—therefore I did not take extreme care with the journal drawings. I hope you don’t mind. But I wanted you to see that which was actually drawn on the very day of seeing the angel.) I am adding the section of the book HEAVEN AWAITS THE BRIDE that tells of that encounter.
I was so fixed upon the sight that I jumped a little when my name was called from behind me. It was Judy, the angel of praise.
She was dressed in a gossamer green under tunic, bound with a golden girdle. Over this was a deeper green cloak that had long, oversized sleeves. These sleeves contained pockets that held all manner of golden musical instruments. Her neck, hands, and feet had a slight tint of gold. Her auburn hair was plaited into seven loops interlaced with gold. On her forehead was a small golden box, housing Scripture. She began to speak:
“Anna, rejoice that you are loved. I am sent to comfort you with the mantle of praise.”
“What is that?” I asked, wiping my eyes with my hand. The bright angel with the vial for tears disappeared.
HYMN OF PRAISE
“Shh,” she said, putting her finger to her lips. “Let me help to calm your soul. Rest.” She became a small, green whirlwind. The wind and movement caused all the instruments within her robe to play together. The sound of praise was so pure that it seemed to draw angels from the air. They gathered in a large circle around her. She began to sing:
O great I AM, Eternal One,
Fountain of life within the Son,
Wellspring of blessing,
Wellspring of light,
Infinite mystery hid from our sight.
Searched by the Spirit,
Revealed through the Son,
Mystery unfolding, though ever begun.
Beginning and ending, great circle of light
That shatters the darkness, confounding the night.
All beauty, all joy, all splendor in One,
His grace freely shared through the life of His Son.
His life and His death and His life evermore,
Though crucified ever, to die nevermore.
All hail, Great Redeemer,
All hail, Mighty King
Of Life and of Truth and of Light do we sing.
All praise, adoration, and thanksgiving.
Through time never ending, our homage we bring.
GALBANUM AND CASSIA
As she sang, the aroma of galbanum and cassia filled the air. Galbanum bespeaks worship, adoration, thanksgiving and praise. Cassia urges homage to God alone. I needed both. I needed the idols in my heart to be cast down. Also, I needed to be lifted up, out of myself, through turning my eyes toward Him in praise. Her song was like a mantle dropping upon me—lifting my spirit but settling my soul.
At the end of the song, the many angels that had gathered withdrew discreetly. Judy spoke. “Worship God, Anna. He alone is worthy.” Then she too disappeared.
Angels wear different clothing styles—according to the assignment, it seems. The Bible tells us in Hebrews 13: 2—”Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.”
The angel shown on this page is called Daniel. The name Daniel in Hebrew means “God’s Judge.” He is dressed in many ways like a judge in the legal system in England. He even wears a wig. When I first saw this angel he was sitting on a rock in Paradise. Strangely enough, I did not ask him about his attire; but I did ask about his staff. It was as tall as he was and finished with an orb that was full of eyes.
Since the orb had no mouth I was puzzled about how it could be of assistance to the angel. He said that it gave him additional sight. This, he said, was helpful in his deliberations. He explained that, although the eyes could not speak to advise him, they added to his perception…that seeing was not just looking but also discerning.
Let me share with you a story of an angel encounter that occurred on the mountain where I live. This did not happen to me, but to the husband and wife from whom we purchased the land on which our house was built.
This land was set aside by The Lord for the Moravians that came to America to form a Godly community. They sought to serve the Lord in whatever way He called them and to do so in love and fellowship with mankind. The settlement that was established in this area of America was in Winston-Salem—not on this parcel of land.
However, all these years later, a Christian man and his wife purchased some of this anointed land and built a cabin on it. Soon after building it, he and his wife and another couple came to spend a night in the cabin. Upon rising the next morning, they entered the living room and were greeted by two angels dressed in the attire of the Moravians in times past.
The angels looked at the owners and said: “We have been waiting for you.” They then disappeared. These angels—dressed as Moravians of old –were sent to welcome them to the land. That is a blessed confirmation of the fact that you are in the perfect geographic center of the Lord’s will for your life.
ANGELS AT PLAY
The year was 2008. Our home had burned down only two months before. I live in a very beautiful part of North Carolina. On the cleared path and in the woods near my house I saw angels having a wonderful time.
[I will type out what was written at that time and then put the actual text at the end of the pictures—which is exactly where it appeared in the journal.]
2008: “I was reminded of Bonnie Chavda’s word to Harry Bizzell that there are locations where angels play and that this was one of them. It was simply a time for them to enjoy one another. Several held tops (they looked like large diamonds) and would spin them in their hands. It was like “play day” at school when I was a child. Yes, that was it. The angels—though very old indeed—had retained a child-like-ness . Of course, I thought to myself, it is easier to remain childlike if your body is as supple as a childs.”
THE VENERABLE ANGEL ELIJAH
This large, old-looking angel is Elijah. He was blue (an angel of revelation). His clothing had flashes of lightning in constant motion within the folds. He was bald and had a long white beard. Although I had never heard of bald angels, I did know that—being spirit—the angels are able to appear as they wish. Perhaps this appearance suited his calling.
THE ANGEL CLARA
This is the angel that takes me to visit the healing angels. She is very beautiful. You will find these stories in THE HEAVENS OPENED or in the first book of HEAVEN AWAITS THE BRIDE.
THE ANGEL PHYLLIS
The angel Phyllis was one of the first spiritual beings that I knew had been assigned to me. I believe that the Lord gives angels to all of us to help us here on earth, but on December 28, l994—very soon after the Lord had opened the heavens to me—He assigned Phyllis to me. It was almost as though she was suspended in clear water, for her garments and wings and her hair seemed to float like the tendrils of a translucent jelly fish.
Phyllis is a blue angel. She is an angel of revelation. The exchange that follows is with the Lord. Part of the exchange is missing due to the water filling the containers holding the journals (when the fire department tried to put out the fire that burned down our house.)
The installation that took place in the court of heaven confirmed me in the position of being my Heavenly Father’s Chancellor (secretary). The picture is right from my journal of January 1, 1995. All of the small lines within the picture represent thousands and thousands of angels. The discoloration at the bottom is from the journal sitting in water when the fire department tried to put out the fire that burned down our home in 2007.
ONE OF THE TWENTY- FOUR ELDERS
From THE HEAVENS OPENED and HEAVEN AWAITS THE BRIDE
“In the midst of the intensely white light of the throne area, there stood twenty-four very tall beings with crowns on their heads. Each wore a chain with a single gold medallion hanging from it. The hair on their heads was white, and they were full of light. I could sense that they were ancient, wise and bore much authority.”
[The twenty-four beings around the throne of the Father are called ELDERS, a term signifying the governmental authority of those of faithful seniority. Their delegated rulership is seen in their wearing golden crowns, which at times they cast before the throne and prostrate themselves in worship (Rev 4:4 and 10).]
Again, the discoloration of the page is from the journal sitting in water when the fire department tried to save our home from fire. That is me standing before one of the ELDERS. The exchange is in the books credited above. This took place December 1994.
THE LESSON OF THE BIRDS
The following (right from my journal of July, 1995) shows one of the ways the Lord teaches us….pictures. The section marked in yellow is dialogue spoken by the Lord. The pink marks research that I pursued related to the vision. It was marked in this manner when I copied it from the original source (the journal). Therefore all mistakes have not been corrected. The Lord asked me to use this vision in the second book: THE PRIESTLY BRIDE. [The second half of the book: HEAVEN AWAITS THE BRIDE.] The rock where the Lord had His nest was on Pore’s Knob in North Carolina. I had never seen this rock when it was featured in this vision. But since then, I have been blessed by actually visiting that rock several times……………many years ago now. But it is as I drew it in my journals. Now it is part of a protected area within a gated community. However, the huge rock face is visible from miles away.
THE HANGING GARDENS IN PARADISE
Again, this picture is right out of my journal (1995). I was as at the hanging gardens in Paradise. The water mark at the lower right and somewhat on the left is due to the journals getting wet when the fire department tried to save our home from burning down. The Journals were in small safes, but were not locked. The water seeped in.
In the picture there are waterfalls that are pouring down through the vegetation. A pool is seen at the bottom. The tiny figure in the water stain is me.
THERE ARE OTHER WAYS OF ARRIVING IN HEAVEN
I never come before my Heavenly Father without permission. In October l996 I heard my name called: “Anna.”
“Lord, may I come before you?” I asked.
“Come!” He said. I began to shoot up to heaven like a rocket.
When traveling up the tunnel to Paradise (in 1996) I saw that I was accompanied by a number of blue birds. The closer I came to Paradise I realized the blue birds were actually blue angels.
I am placing my journal–pages, mistakes and all–into July’s angel section. This was a later revelation than those I’ve shown before. This experience with the Lord came two months after our house burned. I hope it blesses you.
THE SWORD GIVEN TO ME BY MY HEAVENLY FATHER
I am showing you the sword as I drew it in May 1995. I am hoping that you will be able to read the hand written description that I wrote in my journal at that time. (Remember, I had no idea that I would ever be sharing–what I consider treasures– with anyone else. But for the Lord’s sake and for the building up of His Kingdom, I am opening my private journals to you.)
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In may 1995 I was given a sword by My Father. It was for the purpose of writing–although at that time I did not know that He was calling me to write of heaven. I will share the picture of that sword and that which the Lord said at the time of receiving it. The sword will be shown next month. First I want to share with you pictures of the Cherubs that accompany the sword–protecting it, and because of it, me. Again, these
pictures come right out of my journal.
The pictures are a bit blurred because the journals passed through a fire that burned down our home and also because they were so soaked by the fire department that it took three months to dry them out. You will need to look closely because there is a slight hint of the hands that are part of the underside of the wings. Their names are Jachin and Boaz. GOD WILL ESTABLISH/IN HIS STRENGTH.
From the book: HEAVEN AWAITS THE BRIDE
My Father spoke, “Jachin and Boaz will go with you now,” He said referring to the two cherubs. “They guard the sword. They are very powerful and most loving; they will be your friends.” He addressed the Cherubim, “Guard well.” They bowed and then turned around and bowed again. Their bodies had two fronts and no backs.
Part of the function of the Cherubim is to guard. The two large pillars supporting the roof over the porch of the temple that Solomon built were named Jachin and Boaz (1 Kings 7:15, 21). In the spiritual sense, the pillars stood guard at the entrance of the holy place, as cherubim also guarded the entrance to the Garden of Eden (Gen 3:24).
The cherubs were covered with feathers that had eyes in them. They had hooves. Each had two faces. Cherubim may have one, two, or four faces. The Cherubs that are part of the chariot of the Lord have four faces. They have two hands that are part of the wings–but underneath. In these drawings, the hands are only partially seen near the hip area. I gave them a bit more color than they actually have because it is almost impossible to see them when they are light tan which is their true representation. Jachin has the face of a man and lion and Boaz has the face of an eagle and an ox.
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Right after going to heaven, I found myself on a moving sidewalk with a tour guide calling out locations of interest. Here is the drawing right from my 1995 account which appears in the journal. The first book is now in HEAVEN AWAITS THE BRIDE….along with a fuller description of this angel.
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There are many ways of going to heaven (which we will talk about some time in the future). One way is by the tunnel—a section of which is shown here in my 1995 journal.
(Please forgive the discoloration due to the journal passing through the fire that burned down our home and the water marks from the fire department’s attempt to put out the fire.)
The picture is of me heading up the tunnel to Paradise. I am turning cart wheels. Clearly, I’m exuberant. There is buoyancy—an overflowing of effusiveness. It’s as though you cannot contain the joy you feel. You must express it.
This is true of the angels as well. In Freddy Hayler’s magnificent CD called Song of Angels released around 2001, he shares a vision of heaven. A preview of the recording was sent to me by Joy Strang with the question: “Is this heaven?” When I listened to the CD I began to cry so loudly (you know, something like Joseph when he interviewed his brothers in Egypt) that my husband called down the stairs: “What in the world is the matter?” “It’s this vision,” I called back. “It is so amazingly beautiful!”
I wrote Joy that very day: “Yes—that is heaven—and how do I know?—because in the vision, angels were turning cart wheels in the air. No one would dare make that up…and you would have needed to have seen it in order to be brave enough to tell it.” Angels turning cart wheels. The exuberance one experiences on the way to heaven and once in that glorious place.
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This picture is from my journal on March 22, 1995. There are lines through the drawings because the angel is drawn and colored in my journal.
This depicts the first time I met the Angel of Promises. (I did not do a very good job of drawing the wings.)
Our original conversation was taken down at the time. You may be able to read it. If not, the exchange is exactly reported in the first book within Heaven Awaits the Bride.
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I am showing a prophetic object instead of an angel this month because it is part of the camel caravan. Each camel bore one chest. These were carried in by two angels at a time. The forty-eight angels stacked the twenty-four chests in the middle of the living room. They were piled to and then through the ceiling.
They were shaped a bit like a camel. Their color was in keeping with the animals that bore them. They had five golden straps securing them and two blue handles for lifting. The prophetic blue of the handles was a “play” on the phrase: “getting a handle on it”. The keyhole was a cross. However no key was given to me, for Jesus Christ is the Key.
The fifty angels—the number of jubilee or of deliverance.
Hope chest- a chest or the like in which a young unmarried woman collects articles which may be of use to her in a home of her own in the event of her future marriage.
The twenty-four or double twelves— is the number of the elders around the throne—heavenly government. The twenty-four chests signify heavenly revelation to be shared on earth when the chests are opened.
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This picture is taken right out of one of my journals from early 1995. At that time Albert and I were living in Florida fairly near Bob Jones and his wife. Once a week, we ate with them at one of the Panama City restaurants. It was great fun.
I had only recently begun to see into heaven and even go there on multiple occasions. This particular angel came to me one morning. She did not give me her name. Therefore, because she made me laugh, I called her “Chuckles”.
Later that week I showed the picture to Bob Jones. He said the angel was “Emma”—the healing angel. The text right near Emma was written into the journal in 1995 right after I showed Bob this picture.
The discoloration at the bottom of the journal’s page is from water damage. My journals were soaked with water when the fire department tried to keep our home from burning to the ground. They did not succeed but the journals survived.