August 30, 1996 – Glendale, Florida
Here is an early revelation. I am giving it to you typed. The pictures are from the 1996 journal. I will try to “spruce them up”. (They were water-soaked when the firemen tried to save our house from being burned down.) The house didn’t make it but the journal did. Please excuse the writing that might have seeped through.
VISION:
I began traveling the tunnel. I said to myself: “I haven’t traveled this way in a long time.”
The tunnel began to ripple beneath my feet.
I heard: “Welcome,” sort of ominously.
I stopped in my tracks: “Wait a minute,” I said questioningly. Things didn’t seem right.
Suddenly, the tunnel was filled with light and dozens of those tiny “giggle” angels flocked around me – laughing and carrying me along. They had been playing a joke on me and were enjoying my reaction.
“Were you scared?” one of these tiny spirits asked.
“Well, I wondered if I was in the right tunnel.”
“We fooled her,” another said.
“Yeah, we fooled you,” they all chorused.
I smiled and nodded: “Yeah, you fooled me.”
They cheered and tumbled around in mid-air within the tunnel.
“We love you, Anna,” another said.
“Have a good time today,” another giggled.
“Now don’t scare me again,” I smiled.
They all giggled and said, “Goodbye,” as they flew ahead of me in the tunnel.
The angel named Elijah suddenly appeared beside me in the tunnel.
There was lightning in his clothing and he shone.
“Do not be unbelieving Anna. Pass this test before Yom Kippur.” (I’m sorry but it was so many years ago, I have forgotten the test.)
“Your mind, Anna, is not your best friend. God is. Hold to Him. Do not be unbelieving. Stop here,” he said “and look at me.”
I did; turning to face him in the tunnel.
“The tests are not easy. In fact, they get harder. Look at the life of the Savior. Set yourself to run the race, Anna. Stop whining.”
I dropped my head.
“Now,” he said, putting his arm around me and urging me forward in the tunnel. “Your Father loves you. Why don’t you go to Him and let Him strengthen you?
“But let me tell you, Anna, these fears hinder the work the Father has given you to accomplish. You become centered on your needs, your concerns, and in your understandings of these circumstances. You are hindering your Father’s word – His dictation flowing to you.
“There is too much static up here,” he pointed to my head “and you are drowning in the emotions.
“When you feel the tests become so great that you cannot pass because of unbelief in your own life, the mantle is often passed.”
[I felt as though if there were jobs to be done and I could not get over or past the barrier of my own unbelief, the responsibility to accomplish the job would be passed to another.]
“Elijah,” I said, “I want to pass, I ask, Lord, for Elijah’s help and the help of the others: angels, cherubs, seraphs and spirits.”
“Speak to your Father, Anna. It is His authority you bear. You have been given much; but much is required. Speak to your Father.”
The angel called Elijah spoke these things and then was gone.
I walked alone in the tunnel, thinking about what he had said.
Suddenly, I was in the throne room. Beautiful music was playing. All the music on earth pales beside the music in Heaven. There is a harmony of color, music, light, angels and the redeemed (including all in the Throne Room) – a unity that is difficult to express because it is like mixing apples and oranges and these being the same thing. But in Heaven, it is as though everyone and everything has the same qualities – as if apples were oranges and oranges apples but each remaining apples or oranges. Such is the unity and harmony above.
“Anna,” my Father said as I stood before Him.
“Good morning, Daddy,” I said.
“Are you reporting for work?” He asked.
“I am reporting.”
“Anna,” My Father said, “the Holy Spirit has been praying for you. He has requested additional grace be given to you in order that you might pass this test.”
“I am grateful, Daddy, for His prayers and that we may discuss this,” I answered.
My Father continued: “The sin of the children of Israel was unbelief. How do you compare in relationship to their test?”
“I am flunking. I haven’t had to walk out into a desert with only three days’ supply of water.”
“Your tests have been as light afflictions compared to theirs.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
“What should we do about this?”
“Father, I am weak, you know that. I ask that my husband, Jesus, pass this test through me. I can’t do it,” I said.
“Then let Him, Anna. Turn to the Word and turn to prayer. Bow down. Refuse what you see with your eyes and hear with your ears. Hold only to Me.”
I nodded my bowed head.
“Anna, much has been given to you. You see and hear above. Now, cut yourself loose from the shackles of reason. The last stronghold, Anna. Fling yourself out onto your Father, your Husband and your Friend. It is as easy as 1,2,3, jump.”
“Trust and hold to Me Anna. Obey My commands and trust.”
“1,2,3, jump.”
“1,2,3, jump.”
“1,2,3, jump.”
“1,2,3, jump.”
“Get going;” He said.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said. I started to go, but turned: “Help me.”
He laughed: “What do you think I have been doing?”
He laughed again: “No candy. Go pass your test.”
I was back in my room.
HOPE
The fact that I have actually forgotten what must have been a very difficult test, should give us all hope. I must have passed the test for I did not experience the consequences of “falling flat on my face”.
The hope hidden within this recounting is that He gives us all we need to move forward in Him. Forgetting the parameters of the test is the greatest compliment that can be given to our all-sufficient God. If He requires it, He will do it.
