There will be a meeting on Friday 23rd November
Prayer on the Mountain
Prayer on the Mountain is returning each Friday, beginning Friday, November 2nd, 2018. At 9:30 a.m. worship begins – then prayer. (The doors will open at 9:15 a.m.)
Many have asked us when the prayer meetings would resume. They miss them and we miss them, and we believe our Lord misses them.
It has been in our hearts to return an open prayer meeting to Prayer Mountain. Prayer and praise should be ascending to our God from such a blessed place.
Also, we on this “little mountain”, wish to open our arms of fellowship and love to those who journey from around the globe to come to Prayer Mountain in Moravian Falls. That is our Heavenly Father’s heart.
I’m not sure who is more excited – the Father’s children up here or the angels assigned to Prayer Mountain.
All of us rejoice!
Come one – come all. Freely we have received from our Lord and freely we give to you.
Now that you have read about the faithfulness of our God in healing (under the Angel Section), I have an absolutely extraordinary story to add to your wonder of and praise for our great Father, His Son – our Brother – Jesus, and our startlingly powerful friend – the Holy Spirit.
This comes from a young family, with three “wee” children, who are called to missionary outreach in Africa. Their names are Clint and Tara Moseley. This is their story:
FRIDAY, MARCH 23, 2018:
At 4 p.m. on Friday, my husband, Clint, was critically injured in a self-defense jujitsu training – a total freak accident of a move gone wrong during a demo. There was severe blunt force trauma to the throat to the point that Clint’s life could never be the same.
I was home with the kids, we have a 3, 1 and 6-week-old, so he went to the ER that is closest to us. I met him there as soon as I could at 9:30 p.m. I didn’t know what to expect other than a text I got from him that said, “I think I broke my windpipe. This is very bad. Going to ER.” When I walked into the room I found Clint white as a sheet, struggling to breathe, drooling, unable to swallow, swollen, and on the verge of losing consciousness from the amount of excruciating pain he was in. His neck and back were so swollen it looked like he had football pads under his skin. I had never seen him like this and immediately I recognized this for what it was: an attack from the enemy to take him out. This wasn’t a broken arm, a sickness, or a kidney problem – this was a straight attack from Hell to eliminate my husband and his ability to speak. Anyone who knows our story knows that in the last 16 months we have taken the biggest step of faith of our lives and following the voice of the Lord to run our non-profit, Project R12, full-time as a family. The warfare has been strong but the journey has been full of the power and miracles of Jesus, but that’s another story of it’s own.
When I saw Clint, I knew I had to make a choice: I could crumble or I could hold onto the promises of God for my husband and our lives. I chose the latter which meant that at no point in this process was I going to let myself or Clint partner with anything but life and life abundant for him (John 10:10). We both invited Holy Spirit to come and change the atmosphere and bring healing. Over the last year we’ve come to know the Holy Spirit as a friend, a person, our advocate, and the greatest gift Jesus left to be with us when He went to Heaven. He wasn’t an “aura” or “a feeling” – He is a person and so we invited Him into that room to bring healing and the radical peace of His presence. We didn’t know how serious anything was yet medically but regardless we weren’t going to change our stance: miracles, total healing, victory.
They gave him morphine for the pain but it didn’t do anything, the pain was too intense. Next, they took him for a CAT scan and it revealed severe trauma to the esophagus and trachea to the point his chest cavity, heart, neck and back were full of air bubbles which meant there was a hole/tear in the esophagus or trachea. They were not equipped to handle a traumatic injury of this level – it was too fragile of an injury that he needed to be taken via ambulance to Vanderbilt ER with the trauma team. This was an injury that could change or ultimately take his life. Again, this was a moment we had to choose how to react. The attending doctor told me the “reality” of an injury like this: feeding tubes, 6-inch incision through the neck, breathing tubes, a tracheostomy, infection that can often lead to death, a 24-hour timeline to respond… the list goes on. Since Clint was in such a medically stressed state I knew I had to stand strong for the both of us, I could not crumble now. I politely thanked him and said, “Thank you but I do not receive that for my husband.” He probably thought I was in shock and denial and wanted to make sure I knew that this was the “reality” of Clint’s situation. This was the truth, the CAT scans and testing showed it… but I knew this wasn’t the reality of the promises and truth declared over Clint’s life. THAT was what I was going to declare and speak out – not the current situation he was in. Words hold tremendous power and I knew the power of speaking LIFE would shift atmosphere.
Saturday, March 24, 2018:
They took him to Vanderbilt in an ambulance around 1 a.m. with the prognosis of a “perforated esophagus” and wanted the Trauma Unit ready. Again, we did not accept this diagnosis. We accept total healing and nothing else. Since we had a newborn at home, I had to go between Vanderbilt ER and our home in Franklin every 2½ – 3 hours to feed the baby and be with Clint. So, over the next 20 some hours, I would travel back and forth only letting myself think and speak out LIFE over my husband and nothing else.
They ran a gamut of tests from multiple CAT scans to swallow tests to scoping his airways – they did neck and chest x-rays. As I sat next to him holding his hand, whispering the truths I knew about him for his life, I could hear the gurgling and popping of air bubbles in his neck and chest. It sounded like a soda can opening. The doctor came in and said, “Well we have really bad news – you’ve got mass amounts of air trapped in from your neck to the lower of your chest cavity. We are trying to find out where all the leaks are, from your trachea to your esophagus. The reality is if we do surgery you’ll have a 6 to 7-inch incision in your throat and we will try and close up the holes…” It went on but I’ll spare you the details.
I saw the look in Clint’s eyes after she read the prognosis and I could see fear and anxiety trying to make its way into his heart and mind – but together we quickly shut it down. It was a team effort, he needed me and I needed him. It was the interweaving of the promises of marriage in its finest hour.
Clint’s friends came in and laid hands and prayed for him. At this point, he was in and out of consciousness and heavily sedated because of the pain. I had decided to post on social media what we were going through because we both knew the power of prayer. The response was incredible. There were hundreds if not thousands of prayers going up for Clint from Africa to Alaska. People were stopping, interceding, and asking for healing for him. It’s not just a sweet slogan, “I’m praying for you” – it’s a battle cry. Heaven came into that hospital room and the power of God began to manifest itself in the form of signs and wonders. Here are just a few: the temperature of the room was incredibly hot, so hot that we were sweating and taking off all we could. The heat was stifling and I asked the nurse about this and she said no this is highly unusual – it’s usually very cold in the rooms. The heat followed us wherever we took Clint which is a very common sign of healing – the fire of God was burning in that room. Even highly sedated and coming in and out of consciousness, Clint kept telling me, “Jesus is healing me, I can feel it, He is healing me.” We experienced unprecedented delay in getting from the ER to the Trauma Unit to the point of frustration but looking back we realized without the delay, Clint’s friends wouldn’t have been able to come in and pray for him. They prayed in the Spirit and spoke into existence things not as they were currently but as they should be – holes closing, air leaving, cells fully functioning, Heaven was responding.
As Clint lay there I could hear him praying for the people around him. Even in the state he was in, he was choosing to praise, to worship, to believe that our God was going to and will save Him. I joined him in this praise and I truly believe that worshipping even in this state of crisis broke the back of the enemy. It was a key move in our victory. We took authority over the spirit of death, sickness, infirmity, and we commanded it to leave – it has no place here. We were constantly waring, declaring and fighting for him… welcoming Heaven and believing it would invade his body restoring it back to perfect, beautiful health.
Together we went back to the x-ray room for a fluoroscopy – basically he would drink this dye and they would then do an x-ray that would show the leaks and where they are. This was a big, important test. Normally, they wouldn’t let anyone into the room prior to the test- but because things were delayed I was able to. Again, this was a choice, we had to declare healing and life over these test results. These results would dictate whether or not they proceeded to perform surgery on his esophagus. I left the room and they did the testing. I watched the XRAY sign go from white to red as they took the images – with each flash I thanked Jesus for the healing and what only He could do. When the tech opened the door he burst out, “There’s no holes! It’s perfect! No leaking!” – healing was now becoming real.
We had climbed from the valley of the SHADOW of Death to the Mountain that is higher than all of this. The “Esophageal Tear” was no longer there – healed. We were gaining momentum and we both could feel it, Jesus was doing this. I was updating people via text and social media and the comments and encouragement were like fuel in the fire – we had what felt like, not a village but a nation behind us. There was an atmosphere for miracles being cultivated in that little room.
The doctors were baffled so they wanted to do another CT scan (his third) because it wouldn’t be possible to have this much air without multiple tears. I had to go home to feed the baby, get all my babies ready for bed, and make sure my mother-in-law was hanging in there. Every time I got in the car to drive home, the Enemy would attempt to tear me down but I took every thought captive and clung to the promises and miracles I had already seen happen. While I was gone, Clint finally moved from the ER room to his “permanent” room in the Trauma Unit, this was around 4 p.m. on Saturday. Here is where he would stay for the next days and weeks as we fought this battle for his life, but really, this is where everything changed. I had watched as Clint had progressed over the course of the last 20 something hours – his color was changing, his countenance was coming back, he was taking less and less pain meds, test results were being changed… things were being flipped upside down.
The trauma unit was not somewhere you wanted to be – the floor was a place of incredibly serious injuries, many of which were too gruesome to even mention. It wasn’t a floor you are only in for a couple of hours and certainly not one that you would be able to walk out of as the patient.
As I walked down the hall to Clint’s room, I realized how much he no longer fit into this floor. He was now not on any pain medicine and was walking around on his own and asking the nurses when he was able to eat. The nurses didn’t know how to handle him as they are not accustomed to a patient “this whole and healthy” on their floor. They kept checking his chart to make sure he was in fact Clint Moseley. The doctors were completely and totally at a loss for explanation so they wanted to just continue to monitor him before they came up with a solid course of action. They kept referring to him as a “really lucky guy” and “one of the fastest healing bodies” they have ever seen. Rather than coming in with solemn looks on their faces, they were smiling ear to ear as they observed his injuries that were no longer there. It was like nothing had ever happened to him.
The ENT doctor came to see him to do a minimally invasive scope of his trachea to try and locate some of the tears and holes that leaked all of the air in his chest and body. To her surprise, she could not find any holes. It was as if there had never been any type of trauma. In fact, his “trachea was beautiful and perfect looking.” Again, a baffling result.
SUNDAY, MARCH 25th, 2018:
The top doctors’ group from all the different clinics – Trauma, Critical Care, Thoracic, etc. – came into Clint’s room Sunday morning (by the way they nicknamed his room, Miracle 26 Room) and marveled over what is “medically not possible”. They listed off all of the trauma that Clint came to the ER with along with the level of severity for each injury and then simply said: “There is no sign of any type of trauma – he is completely healed. We are going to call this a MEDICAL ANOMALY”. Two hours after the doctors came to marvel over him, Clint signed his discharge papers and WALKED out of the Trauma Unit. No wheelchair, no breathing tubes, no scars, no medical procedure, no prescription for pain medicine, no orders for a follow up – he walked out as if he had never even walked in there. He was whole, healed, and a living breathing testimony of the power of God TO HEAL.
Early Gifts And Mantles
(The picture is from my 1995 journal.)
I have noticed, as I look back at these early recordings in my journals, how many gifts and empowering’s were given very early.
The heavens opened for me at the season of Hanukkah in late 1994. The Lord moved very quickly to equip me. Believe me, I just stumbled through all these experiences. No reason was given to me for such an equipping. Just hearing, seeing and recording the spiritual experiences, was about all I could manage at the time. Therefore, the start of March 1995 was less than three months from the initial breakthrough experience.
We must remember, that with each level of equipping, we receive a spiritual “growth spurt”. These are tiring when one is growing up physically and they are equally tiring in the spiritual growth process.
With each visit to Heaven, I could stay a little longer. I found that I had to “work-up” to longer periods of time above.
The endowments shown in this journal, picture occurrences from 1995. They are described in the two books: “The Heavens Opened” and “The Priestly Bride” (which the publishing house combined into one large book: “Heaven Awaits the Bride”).
The pictures here are shown right from my journals of twenty-three years ago and the raw material from these journals transferred to the books.
At that time, I had no idea I would be writing books or sharing any of these experiences. But now I believe the Lord was preparing me for writing and for the marathon of prayer required to prepare the land for a Prayer Chapel on Prayer Mountain.
The Father’s Double Mantle
Our Father took the least of His children and shared with the least, Himself. There is no greater gift other than being made a member of His family through Jesus Christ.
Perhaps the reason He dared to allow me to wear His mantle is so that I might write about Him as He is, loving, fatherly – and not as we might have imagined Him – distant and foreboding.
Of course, I did not know I would be writing about Him at the time. In fact, I would not know this for two more years. At the time we were helping a wonderful Presbyterian church (even though we were not Presbyterians) in the farming country of the Florida Panhandle. I was in charge of the children’s sermon and therefore busy making puppets during each week in order to illustrate my five minutes of children’s church.
Daily, I was going to Heaven each morning, but I had no idea the Lord would ask me to gather a few of those experiences into a book.
Also, in the book, the Lord decided which experiences He wished to share. I did not know until a year later, when the book was finished, that it shared so much about our Heavenly Father. It was as much a surprise to me as it would be to anyone picking up the book for the first time to read it.
But, nothing in my life has changed me as much as getting to know my Father. Intimately knowing Him, truly and tangibly has set my life into perspective (“O taste and see that the Lord is good…” Psalm 34:8 KJV) as no other relationship has been able to do. I feel my life is whole, settled and at peace. I know, finally, just how much I am loved by God. Truly, there are no words to express the all-encompassing love radiating from His near presence.
I have lived through many heart wrenching situations since receiving the double mantle; but so swaddled have I been in His love, that the outside occurrences have not pierced through that covering of love to damage me. I am blessed to know my Heavenly Father – to truly know Him. Nothing in life or in this world compares.
Perhaps, also, that is the reason He has placed me on Prayer Mountain. For it is here that many prophets have prophesied that He will actually appear when His chapel is built.
Because I know how great it is to see Him, touch Him, hear His voice – have Him transform your life – I feel He has placed me here on Prayer Mountain to pray that our Father’s coming down will be accomplished soon. It is a prayer I can pray in faith because I have seen Him and know Him.
All of us wish to be like the disciples of Jesus who could say, according to 1 John 1:1 & 3:
v 1 “What was from the beginning, what we have heard, what we have seen with our eyes, what we have looked at and touched with our hands, concerning the Word of Life…
v 3 …What we have seen and heard we proclaim to you also, so that you too may have fellowship with us; and indeed our fellowship is with the Father, and with His Son Jesus Christ.”
We have been given the revelation of Jesus (when He walked the earth,) we have been given and are being given the revelation of the Spirit though His worldwide outpourings. But oh, how we need that personal, face to face experience of our Father. (He came down to dine with the seventy elders on the mountain top when the children of Israel were crossing the Desert to the Promised Land. We are not praying for and on tip-toe in expectation of, something He has not done before.)
He has promised through His prophets that He will come Tabernacle with us.
In these days that Satan and his ungodly hoards are more violent – we need our Father.
We need to know Daddy.
A MANTLE FROM THE HOLY SPIRIT
This second mantle was a direct gift from the Holy Spirit and literally changed my life – radically. Perhaps the greatest change has been that I am almost as invisible as He is.
1. After working with the entire body of Christ in Kansas City, MO and KS – (which, at that time, was around a million and a half population) to hearing, as we left the city, that from now on we would “be hidden” – it did seem as though we had fallen off the earth. This prophetic word was fulfilled after I received this mantle – with the shoes: both rendering me invisible. But one of the most unusual and bravest steps taken as it related to this “hiddenness” is that my publishing house, Charisma, was willing to publish the books knowing that I would not help to sell them. They rely upon T.V. and conferences and public book appearances to promote their books and I would be “missing in action”. I was unknown as far as name recognition in the larger body of Christ (after all, I was simply a minister’s wife). The fact that they published the books was amazingly brave. Only the Lord could have moved upon them to take such a step. I will be forever grateful to Steve and Joy Strang for their bravery.
2. The next difference was that I was keeping a journal and from those daily records, the Lord asked me to share some of my experiences with the larger body of Christ.
The most intimate parts of my life with the Lord were now to be made public – very public. I felt as though people would see right through me. All of my faults and trials and mistakes were, now, to be plastered onto a worldwide billboard . . . in multiple languages. My life was inside out.
3. Now, another change happened. My tastes and desires changed. For me, the thought of writing anything now that would not have eternal consequences became unthinkable. Earlier in my life I had written a Texas history for young people. Now, I only wanted to reveal more about Christ and about our Heavenly Father. All else seemed like – well – not worth the effort . . . (for me anyway). This was very different.
4. Also, I entered into a fierce hand to hand combat with the forces of darkness . . . even suffering the loss of our home (by it being burned down by a coven of witches) and the loss of my dear husband (who died a few years later).
5. I began a website in order to share with you, my brothers and sisters – children of the living God – all that has been given to me.
Bob Jones, Gwen Shaw and I often talked by phone about how the enemy was trying to take “out” our generation before we could impart to others that which had been imparted to us. Bob and Gwen are with the Lord, now. But there is much still to share and I am so grateful to the Lord for the opportunity to pass it on to you.
In one of the creeds that we learn as children, it says of the Holy Spirit – “Who spake by the prophets.” Well, I am no prophet – just a “secretary” – but I am trying to be true to what He has shown me and to Him in order that I might deliver all of it to you, His children.
JOHN G. LAKE’S MANTLE
Now – I have lived in this mantle since 1994 or twenty-four years. Did it change my life? Yes, it did. Do I feel it on me? No. But this mantle from Jesus has been burning on me, changing my outlook and giftings.
HOW HAS IT CHANGED MY LIFE?
1. Only two months after the Lord placed the mantle on me, I began going into Heaven. Yom Kippur was in September. I began visiting Heaven the early part of December (Hanukkah). Life changing.
CAN YOU REFUSE A MANTLE AND STILL GET IT?
Yes, you can. I refused that mantle when it was first offered because of righteousness sake.
Remember, David was anointed to be king when he was but a youth. There were many times, after he was grown, that he could have reached out and taken the crown. But, to him, taking something that, by right was his but having to sin to fulfil that which was promised, would show a flaw in his character. Even with the king trying to kill him, he would not raise his hand against the Lord’s anointed. That was pleasing to God . . . not displeasing.
Our Heavenly Father wants righteousness first. Undercutting a leader – for any reason – is unrighteous in the eyes of God. Better that you do not receive the blessings of a mantle than to act unrighteously toward a leader in order to receive it.
I turned down receiving the mantle when I first saw it because I had gone to Spokane to stand with our friend. I believed then and I believe now I chose the “better part”. Given the same challenges now, I would choose righteousness over the blessing of the mantle any day.
The next time I saw the mantle, the Lord did not give me a choice, He put it on me.
2. I’ll give you another instance of someone refusing a mantle: Bob Jones. Bob was a young boy when he was offered a mantle.
He was walking, barefoot down a long dirt road in rural Arkansas when, about a football field away, an angel came down on a winged, white horse. The angel was wearing armor.
Even though it was a great distance, the angel’s eyes burned into his. Without speaking, the angel threw down a mantle of skins onto the road and then flew off.
Bob was “scared spitless”. He turned around, ran home and got under the bed. He had heard that when you saw an angel you were going to die – because, of course it had to be the Angel of Death. He knew instinctively that the garment the angel had thrown down was from a dead man and he was afraid that he, too, had been marked for death. That is the reason he hid under his bed.
Years later, when he came into his prophetic gifting, he wanted the mantle. So, he asked the Lord for it.
He told me that angels had kept it for him – however, he would add, that for two weeks after he received it, it smelled like moth balls.
When the fulness of time came, both Bob and I received the mantles the Lord intended us to have.
Bob’s came from a black prophet – a holy man in Africa. The prophet’s son was not righteous. Therefore, the Lord refused to allow the mantle to be passed down in the family line. When the prophet died an angel took it to Bob.
Bob told me that years later, a young man from Africa knocked on his back-screen door.
Bob went to the door and asked the young man who he was. The young man said that he was the grandson of the prophet whose mantle Bob wore. He said that he had come to get his grandfather’s mantle.
I asked Bob – “What in the world did you do?”
He said: “I gave it to him.”
I was amazed for I felt that, now, he was without it.
“No,” he said, “you can give the mantle and yet retain it.” He smiled: “He has it now – but so do I.”
JOHN G. LAKES MANTLE
With the mantle I received, it had been with John G. Lake for years and years. It was given to me – but, I am sure that power still remains in that grave.
A QUESTION FOR THE PROPHET
After being in possession of the mantle that came from John G. Lake’s grave site, I was puzzled about how I was making use of it for the Kingdom’s sake. I decided to address my question to Bob Jones.
“Bob,” I said, “I have been wearing this mantle for several years now. I really do not see an increase in the gift of healing through me. That was John G. Lake’s major gift. But I do not see that I acquired the gift with his mantle.”
Bob answered: “The mantle was multicolored wasn’t it?” Perhaps Jesus wanted to emphasize another gift through you . . . writing for instance. John G. Lake was a writer of books wasn’t he? Perhaps He wanted to emphasize the writing part of the mantle. He will stir the healing part of His (Jesus) mantle when He needs it.
Mantles are mysterious and we are just starting to explore them.
A Subtle and Sobering Lesson
The following letter comes from a friend in England who is a medical doctor seeking his second PhD at Oxford University. Also, he is engaged in a major research project. That which he encountered could happen to anyone of us. Honestly, we do not live as though we are in a war zone, but dear children of God, we are.
The Lord spared this professor, but oh, his experience should run a chill down all our spines.
Because he is a friend, I asked him if he would allow me to share his letter with you relating both his physical and spiritual experience. The Lord released him to do so. All of us are very grateful to him.
I trust this letter finds you well. Thank you so much for your recent correspondence.
You might remember that I had quite a serious accident at Stonehenge back in February. While God was not the originator of the accident, I learnt a very valuable lesson, which may be of interest.
Somebody drove with over 50 mph into the driver’s side of my car and took off the front bonnet. A fraction earlier, and he would have directly
driven into my driver’s door. Surprisingly, no one got injured. Due to the impact, I had only a severe concussion resulting in a complete memory loss lasting approximately 20 minutes. My car was a write off. I asked the Lord, why the enemy had gained such access to my life. This was the first time, and I try to walk closely with the Lord, keeping my life pure.
The only thing that came to my mind was the following: When I drove on the road passing by Stonehenge, I looked at these large stones and thought, ‘What threat can come from this pile of rubble?’ I was aware that Stonehenge was a place with a history of intense occult activity. Today, the site employs a practicing shaman as part of the tourist attraction. The Lord reminded me that I was not supposed to judge by mere external appearances (John 7:24). This unrighteous judgement was based on spiritual arrogance. This in turn lead to underestimating the potential threat of the enemy and gave him access.
Accepting such a thought would probably not have had such implications in a different location. But Stonehenge seems like an intensive and active spiritual war zone with significant levels of witchcraft. Even small mistakes can be costly in such places. I was reminded of the battle of Midway in the Pacific Ocean during World War II. Most of the enemies’ fighter planes were shot down. A few were able to target the American aircraft carriers and destroyers. Out of these few, only a tiny fraction succeeded and their bombs hit their targets but with devastating effect. Sometimes, the same can apply to our thought life: We manage to fight off most attacks. However, one or two thoughts might get through. If this occurs during active conflict, the effects can be as severe as in the crash.
The lesson I learnt was subtle but sobering: Don’t fear the enemy but take his potential threat seriously.
Spring is growing in momentum even in rainy England. I keep praying for you, your country and your president.
So, what was the lesson for us all?
Presumption is like a half sleep. You are not spiritually alert enough to properly discern. “The barn door is open” you might say. But let us be entirely accurate in “presumptions” evaluation: painful as it may be to hear – there is pride in it. Think back – every time you dismissed a threat from the enemy or thought “I’ve got this…” what happened? Well, little if you were living such a fleshly life that Satan had you anyway – but a “car crash” metaphorically, if you are a “prize” – (that is truly seeking to live a godly life). Oh, the care we must take. We must, must, must “take every thought captive”.
I don’t know about you, but the members of our prayer group have been under tremendous enemy attack. I suppose I should not be surprised because it seems to happen every spring. There was a spring offensive even in Biblical times:
2 Sam 11:1a – “Then it happened in the spring, at the time when kings go out to battle…”
But this attack does seem unusually severe. However, there is a difference this time. I felt it (I am sure you have too).
Also, we can see it in the daily news. The attacks are increasing on the American president and on all of us.
I mentioned this to the wife of one of our prophetic members and when she relayed this to her husband – instead of the word “attack” her husband heard “flack”. (“Flack” was anti-aircraft artillery that was sent up to take out bombers during the WWII thereby preventing them from reaching their target and removing vital enemy factories that produced guns, tanks, bombs, etc. Remember the movies that we saw of WWII of the explosives going off in the air near the planes? That was “flack”.)
Anyway, that is the word Wayne Stafford heard. He had been in the air force in WWII and the word “flack” took him into a vision that not only related to our prayer group; but to all Christians passing through these increasingly difficult times.
He saw us as though we were on a bombing mission over hostile territory in WWII. Now, in such a vital mission we would not want the enemy to know where we were going or the main target until the very last minute, so we would fly somewhat near the target – but not straight to it – until that very last minute. (Since there are other targets around the main one, the enemy would not know which one to concentrate on.) The pilot flies the plane in this deceptive path until the plane reaches the IP point (which means initial point).
Once the plane reaches the IP point, the plane turns and heads right for the main target. At this point, the bombardier assumes most of the controls of the plane. He tells the pilot the speed to maintain, the altitude and all critical calculations that would relate to a successful bombing run.
IN THE VISION
The prophet said that we (that is the Lord’s children) have reached the IP point and are making the turn to start our bombing run. At this point, the enemy will concentrate its fire power because (instead of being scattered over many targets, it can now focus on the main objective). Therefore, the “flack” is becoming more intense. But we must hold the plane steady, no matter how great the enemy opposition – and – there are hundreds, if not thousands of pieces on the ground, that fling up artillery shells into the air that have a pre-determined altitude where they will explode.
Still, we cannot deviate – because, if we do, the bombs that fall will miss the target.
HITTING THE IP POINT
That is the natural. But there is a spiritual of this vision and a message from the Lord:
“Once you have reached the IP point and I cause you to make your turn into the real target, I will take complete control, you will release all of your control to Me and if you do that, when we get over the target, what I want to release over the target can be released and be accurate and hit the target. If you put your hand back on the controls in any way, shape or form, then when I release over the target, we will miss the target. It is very critical that you turn complete control of the aircraft, of the bomber, back to Me – the bombardier.”
AS WE HEAD TOWARD THE TARGET
We in America know the enemy has increased the “flack”. In the war, 50% of that branch of the service was killed… more than any other. But they took out vital targets like ball bearing plants. (Without ball bearings you can’t have tanks.) Without ball bearings you don’t have artillery pieces.
Any time attacks increase on the American president we too come under increased attack.
Let us, as Christians, now discuss an unusual problem, just between Christians.
During Donald Trump’s growing up years in New York he was known as “a swinger”. Everyone knew it. Now those that wish to discredit him want to use that fact.
However, right before or right after he became president he also became a Christian… a new creation in Christ. We in the body of Christ were told this by the Christian leaders that were present at his repentance and confession of faith in Jesus Christ. Everything before was wiped away. All things were new for Donald J. Trump. We cannot expect non-believers to understand that he is now a “new creation”.
But, dear Christians, they will try to pull him down with the acts of his “old man”. However, we Christians know the truth. We cannot in good conscience leave him standing alone. We must ask the Lord to strengthen us. Give us a back bone. Put some steel into us to stand with him.
He is moving to expose the “deep state”. He is finally getting the Cabinet he needs, He is trying to clean up America’s cities from functioning like cartels to coming under the rule of law of the nation. It’s messy. Not only is he, but we, are being shot at from all sides.
I would love to tell you things are about to get better. But I believe the vision is correct. We have just “hit” the IP point and are turning toward our major target. Things are about to get worse… more “flack”.
Let’s not whine. What are we made of? We aren’t in fox holes on battlefields. Think of those in war torn cities huddling to protect their children or those fleeing shell shocked towns without food or water. We are fighting from the safety of our homes and churches and prayer groups. Set your jaws, straighten your backs and don’t tire now! Pray, pray, pray!
Years later when we talk about the Lord’s great battles – (and we will talk about them) – we will ask one another: “What did you do in the great spiritual war?” (like the one which is facing us right now) …for we, dear Christians, are born for such a time as this.
God help us to fulfill our calling.
Are we not the most fortunate people in that we are called by God to be here in these exciting times? Stressful – but all of history has been stressful. I have lived through the Great Depression, World War II, the Korean War, the Vietnam War, the rise of Militant Islam (with all their mini-wars) and still, still I find God good and righteous and this world (which belongs to Him, after all) to be a blessed place to live.
But never in my lifetime have we seen so clearly the division between Christ and the world. In the Second World War we saw the stark differences between Christ and Satan’s “front man”: Hitler.
But now the lies and corruption are so great that putrification is global. Now it is difficult to find many people in government that we can truly trust.
We feel like we’re in a House of Mirrors or being forced to play a crooked, high stakes shell game. In the House of Mirrors, we lose our way, bumping into endless false twists and turns until our lives are frittered away. In the shell game, one false choice and the ground disappears beneath our feet.
In each, the penalty for losing is death: spiritual, physical, moral, relational and on and on or a half-life (what we call zombies) where we are trying to suck life out of false gods… the dead feeding the dead. These false paths lead nowhere.
Therefore, we walk a razor’s edge if we rely upon the world, the flesh or the devil. The only firm ground beneath us is “The Rock”: Jesus.
But for those of us who cling to “The Rock,” life is a glorious adventure. We are not our own. (That’s a relief.) We are here to serve the One who purchased us (our Lord and Master, our Savior, our Redeemer, our King). We do His bidding and live to glorify His Name. He has already planned out our exciting schedule and chosen all the good works “we are to walk in.”
For our response to His call, we receive membership in our Father’s family – all of heaven, blessed brothers and sisters in Christ, many, many spiritual friends (the angels) and the sort of spiritual work that dazzles the mind.
For joining our Father’s family, we are given promises, callings, anointing’s and blessings galore. We have treasure laid up for us in our true home and family and friends waiting for us above.
Truly, dear friends, this life is short. For those who are reading this while in their 20’s or 30’s, it may not seem the case. However, let me assure you – a little further down the path it begins to be a race to finish all that has been given to you to do before you are called home.
The Bible itself tells us very little about the eternal life before creation and it tells us very little about life after the Millennial Kingdom.
Therefore, those of us who have been given the opportunity to draw near to our Heavenly Father – at this time – are unique. Oh, there will be other people. The Bible tells us of nations of people living outside the city in the Millennial Kingdom (Revelations 22:2). But brothers and sisters, we who are alive now have been given a unique opportunity – both in nearness to God and in service to Him.
We are blessed beyond measure. We are loved and cherished. We are Family – His Family. God is our Father, Jesus our Brother and the Holy Spirit our great Teacher and Friend.
It doesn’t get any better than that.
Last month we drew nearer to our Heavenly Father. Now, let us look at our friends, the Angels.
As I have worked on this website, I have begun to realize how many angels I actually know. You see, since many specialize in certain areas of authority, I do not see them every day. They come and go in response to our Lord’s request. He decides [because He is the Lord of the Hosts] either to call them directly or in response to our request through prayer.
The two angels shown this month are unusual as far as our general thinking about how angels should look.
They have very unusual jobs, also.
Both, however, are of tremendous assistance to those whose lives are at a crossroads – or one of the crossroads in their lives.
Perhaps that is the reason each was assigned to Prayer Mountain. Many people from all over the world come here to meet with their Heavenly Father. Many are at a crossroads in their lives. They need help – and are humble enough to ask the Living God for assistance in their decision. [Even though they are seeking God, they would not refuse a little help from the angels as well.]
Therefore, RIGHTLY DIVIDE assists in the division between soul (mind, emotions and will) or the flesh and the spirit. THE UNDER SECRETARY
TO TRUTH assists in the dividing of “the lie” – sham – hoax – diversion from the truth.
In other words, if the person’s decision is not founded on or in truth right from the outset, the person will veer from the Lord’s path in greater and greater measure as he moves forward.
If your first step is predicated on a lie you will march off into “God-knows-where.” Then somewhere down the line you will need to make a U turn or keep bumping against a dead-end sign. Therefore, we are very grateful to the Lord for having assigned these two powerful angels to Prayer Mountain.
WHAT ARE ANGELS LIKE?
Angels have different personalities just like humans – but without rebellion. The Lord’s host already has decided to stay within the Heavenly Kingdom and therefore not to follow Satan. Now, of course they see the consequences of their former friends’ rebellion. They witness the darkness, bitterness, physical deformity, hopelessness, cruelty, etc. They see all of their former friends moving inexorably toward a horrible end. This must be a dreadful reality to witness when these demons were once their companions and full of light.
GOD’S FAITHFUL ANGELS
We, however, work with our Father’s faithful angels. Whether we see them or not, these angels are present and will be our friends throughout eternity.
They assist us with our work here on earth and they protect, train and often guide us.
The interaction we have with them is at our Lord’s command. Therefore, because they are on assignment, they are focused on their reason for being with us. In other words, they are friends, but they are “all business”. Their closest relationships (other than with the Lord) are not with humans, but with their own kind: other angels.
They have feelings as well as personalities. Also, they can be wounded if struck in battle or in a sneak attack. Just as our spirits can be wounded, so can they – because they are pure spirit.
The healing of our spirits and of the angels is the same. Only God Almighty can heal a pierced or ripped or torn spirit.
For us, we remain quiet and pray and silently allow the Lord to mend us. Sometimes highly anointed music helps. Spiritually we are before our Father’s throne.
The angels, on the other hand, return to the throne above and are healed in His presence.
WILL EVERYONE SEE THEM?
Even though more and more of God’s children are seeing the angels that are assigned to earth, that is still a small number in relation to the whole body of Christ. But – the number is increasing.
It is my great hope that all of our eyes will be opened and that all will begin to interact with their spiritual friends, the angels.
Until then, I hope you are enjoying getting to see and hear the angels the Lord has arranged for you to know though these actual experiences.
And, even though I am not the greatest artist in the world, at least the pictures are drawn by someone who has actually seen them.
I love sharing them with you.
I am expecting a year of amazement of our God and praise for Him in 2018.
We have seen the hand of the Lord move again and again this last year. When only He could rescue and save – He rescued and saved – always in a way none of us could have anticipated.
The visible battle against the “darkness” has kept God’s children more engaged than any Star Wars series could captivate us. What is more exciting than battling right alongside of the angels – of having our prayers used to tip the scales for righteousness. No – we weren’t observers in some darkened theatre, we were the ground troops. We were the air-men. We were the sailors on the sea.
And more than this, in the Star Wars series they are still fighting with the same equipment they used in 1977 (when the film first was released.) But not so with our Father’s children.
In the same thirty-one years, we have received upgrade after upgrade of our spiritual equipment. We have been growing and maturing – planting our feet and sharpening our weapons. We have been plunging deeper into God and also raising higher and aiming truer.
The children of God are part of the most exciting saga that has ever existed.
For many years we could not see behind the boulder where the enemy had been hiding. Oh, but now we see him. We prayed that the Lord would expose him and He did. The Lord flushed him out into the open.
But because we see him now we must not become lax. Instead, we must persevere. We must double – triple our prayers, coupled with righteousness living so that our prayers may be heard.
These are the times for which we have trained. These are the times for which we have been preparing year after year. Let it be said of us that during this small portion of earth’s history they pushed the enemy back – out of our families – out of our churches – out of our government and out of our lives.
CELEBRATIONS OF CHRISTMAS PAST.
This was the front door of the ministry for Christmas.
Here is the front of the Guest House. (Even though it is not ready to receive guests, we did not want it to feel left out of the Christmas celebration.)
After such a huge attack, the Lord sent us additional help. He sent the Holy Spirit as the Pathfinder.
Why as the Pathfinder? Because after a long attack, the weary child of God finds that the goals are often lost. He or she is scattered in the initial direction or target.
The Lord sent the Holy Spirit as a pioneer to say we were charting new territory and cutting through the wilderness of demonic barriers to clear a way – a straight path to His purposes and to His victory.
JULY 4, 2008: FRIDAY
An angel in buckskins walked down the path to meet us on the platform. He was medium height and looked as though – if necessary – he could wrestle a bear.
“Hello,” I said as he came down the stone stairs to the platform.
He sat down opposite the two of us on the bench saying: “I come to you today as a PATHFINDER. Your compass of the Father’s desires has been lost in the labyrinth of twists and turns as you sought to fulfill His desire. Now, quiet yourself. Look around. Get the lay of the land and take out your map.”
“What map?” I asked.
“All that has been given to you – so far – is a map. Even if you have lost the compass you still are able to look up – in order to be guided by the directions above. (I did not know if He meant directly by God the Father or from the stars.)
I looked into his face and realized that I could not see his face clearly. It was the Holy Spirit.
He continued: “The Father has sent me to guide you, Anna,” He said, “Give yourselves the time to receive another compass. Study the map while you wait – and enjoy the view.”
NOTE: Ah, but there was a counter attack – recorded on July 6, 2008.
JULY 6, 2008: SUNDAY
Scores of black snakes – large ones – like pythons – were heading through the mist. They were in the air – as though they were tentacles of a huge hydra.
The snakes were searching. They began sticking their heads sideways against the glass windows of what would eventually be the guest house. Unsatisfied, they went after the car windows, etc. Trying to get at anything they could breakthrough and reach.
Somehow, I knew they were looking for someone to squeeze the life out of.
Grubs came out of the Under Way. They worked their way up the asphalt road toward the top of the ridge where a couple of cabins were located. These grubs were eating the leaves from the trees as they went. They could not get past the check points because of the Check-Point Charlie angels1. However, they cleared the leaves from the trees and bushes. The foliage was stripped from the trees. Without foliage, these trees could die due to a lack of photosynthesis.
After they had cleaned the trees of leaves, they attached themselves to the trees and began to spin cocoons around themselves.
The trees from the Under Way all the way up to the apex of the road had cocoons hanging from them – sort of a chilling decoration.
The Lord sends angels to minister to us after each attack. Remember the angels that ministered to Jesus after the wilderness testing by Satan? Well, we too are comforted and trained after an attack. Here the Lord is steadying us. He then moves us beyond comfort. He does not leave us simply recovering. He trains us further. He moves us on.
CHECK-POINT CHARLIE ANGELS
These are angelic guards that are stationed at the mouth of the two roads leading up to Prayer Mountain. These roads are the only entry ways to Prayer Mountain, and therefore, the Lord has a couple of warrior angels at each entry. These angels are on duty at all times.
The Lord urges us forward:
JULY 8, 2008: TUESDAY
The messenger handed me a piece of paper.
“Here you are,” he said.
The paper was folded and closed with a seal. The seal was red with a gold center. I had never seen a seal like it. In the natural that seemed impossible… but of course, I am no expert on sealing wax
I looked at the angel. His face gave no indication of the message’s contents.
I opened it.
At first the message – written in what looked to be the angelic language or perhaps some other language that I could not understand – eventually changed to the language I understood.
Stay the course.
The messenger had his hands behind his back and was rocking slightly back and forth on his feet.
“Thank you,” I said to him.
“Any return message?” he asked.
“Well I don’t have a piece of paper,” I said, “but I could tear a sheet from this pad.”
He smiled as he stopped rocking back and forth, “I am able to take that,” he said.
“Very well,” I said and turned to a blank sheet in the journal I was using to record the angelic encounter. “With God’s help,” I wrote. I tore out the page and handed it to him.
“I don’t have a seal,” I said.
“This will do,” he said bowing from the waist. “Ta-ta” he said as he left the platform.
I watched him climb onto his huge wheeled cycle and head down the ridge.
I sat with the message in my lap. The Scribe and I looked at the note. Then referring to the contents of the note, the scribe spoke: “If not now – when?”2 He alluded to the message from the Lord to “Stay the Course”.
He continued: “Your Father trusts you to stay the course – holding the line against the enemy within and without. But if you do not come to the end of yourselves, if you do not make a firm decision to be sons of God – but imagine that you may embrace the flesh and the devil yet reap blessings from your Father; if you continue to limp between two opinions and justify your actions with a divided heart that you shield from your own gaze – then He will have trusted you in vain. Your loss will be great, but His loss will be greater – for you will have kissed the lips of Satan and handed him half of your heart – willingly handed him your heart and justified your actions.”
“You would be losing the call upon your lives. But, He would be losing sons. Oh, you will be believers, but sons are like their Father.”
“How long will mankind break the heart of their Father. How long will they toy with God? Though His forbearance is great, it does have its limits. The children of Israel made this mistake in the desert. He brought them out but did not bring them in. They died in the wilderness. To the end they justified themselves.”
“We (the angels) heard them. We shuddered at their obstinacy – their callousness toward the One that had delivered them. All the while they defended their actions. We heard them.”
He began to weep. (I did not know angels could weep. I was stunned; but also fascinated.)
“Please, please,” I said. I did not know how to comfort a spiritual being that had seen the very history of mankind failing God Almighty. What does one say? “We are trying,” I said finally. “Please be comforted.”
He looked at me with eyes still full of tears: “He trusts you,” he said. “What an honor.”
His eyes were about to brim over. “Excuse me,” he said, bowing from the waist. He walked up the hill into a more private wooded area.
“Oh God help us,” I said.
1. THE SCRIBE is an angel that is often present to help me. He has been assigned to Prayer Mountain to record the Lord’s faithfulness in keeping His promises relating to this particular mountain and while here, he teaches and instructs me.
Turn to the Teaching Section to see the conclusion of this revelation.
I am using all three sections: Angels, Personal and Teaching to share this revelatory account. Going from the beginning to the end in sequence helps us learn how the enemy works and then how the Lord counters his attacks. I am showing this to you, right from my journal so that you may be taught by all that the Lord used to teach us.
WE THOUGHT WE HAD DEALT WITH THAT!
After the removal of a major demon, we usually dust our hands together, sigh and say “that’s that”. We turn on our heels, expecting that these actions mean the job is done.
But not so.
They come back. Oh, they come back in a different way – but back they do come.
THE SECOND HEAVEN
MY FIRST VISIT TO THE SECOND HEAVEN
Satan’s headquarters is not on earth; nor as many think, beneath the earth. Satan and his upper management team, (the princes, powers and world rulers of this darkness) dwell in the midheaven. This is a confiscated area the Lord allows them to inhabit until they are thrown down to earth. Rev. 12:7-9.
Satan and the other created spirits are unable to be everywhere at all times – as our God, who is omnipresent. Therefore, Satan must control a vast network of subordinates. These less powerful, fallen spirits are bound to him and subject to his will. Since their fall, they are without light and love, therefore this shadow kingdom is driven by cruelty and bullying… darkness and death are in all they do.
The vast number of them labor on earth; some serve beneath the earth and some serve the princes, powers and world rulers of this darkness in the second heaven.
I am including three pictures from my journal of 1995. They are a little difficult to see, but they are real and true. This was my first visit to that dark, decaying area. I was taken there by Jesus.
THE SECOND HEAVEN
I could not discern if it was densely dark or if it only seemed that dark because we had come from a place so permeated with light.
The white Eagle flew down into a walled-in area that had a shelter within it. The wall was of uncut stones and fairly high. On top of the wall were branches brandishing large, painful-looking thorns.
It was a sheepfold.1 It was Christ’s outpost in that corrupted stratum occupied by Satan.2 The enclosed area had but one gate. It appeared that the thorns were not so much to make entry by the demons impossible, but to serve as a warning. NO TRESPASSING – a visible command from Christ Himself. The sheepfold was His territory.
It occurred to me that perhaps one of the reasons the crown of thorns was crammed into Jesus’s skull before His crucifixion was a private slap in the face from Satan, for the sheepfold was crowned with thorns. Christ had dared to establish a place of safety within the enemy’s hostile kingdom. That crown of thorns was an affront before His crucifixion; now, after His resurrection, it was an ever-present reminder of Christ’s victory and His eternal lordship.
The white Eagle changed into the Lord.
There was scant light except for that which came from Him. “Stay with Me,” He said. He had a tall staff in His hand.
By the gate were two pairs of porpoise shoes that were dyed red.3 He put on a pair, and so did I.
“Touch nothing here, Anna; all is defiled.” 4 We walked out the gate into the darkness. Jesus Himself was the light on our way.
Weeping and sardonic laughter came from the darkness. They were human voices, but they sounded as if they were coming from animals.5 Alarm gripped me. I stayed close to the Lord, walking in His footsteps. Although it was dark, I began to see dimly.
THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE STRATUM
The surface on which we were walking was dank and sticky. There was a slight suction created on the bottoms of my shoes as we walked, as though I might become glued to the spot if I did not keep moving. Huge, slimy creatures would half roar, then lift themselves up and move threateningly towards us. They looked like giant slugs, but acted more like bull seals protecting their territory.6 They tried to frighten us, but they ended up bowing before Jesus, a begrudging acknowledgment of His lordship.7
THE RIVER OF FILTH
We came to a levee that sloped down to a black lagoon. The water was filthy, sluggish, and stagnant. The smell was putrid.
Jesus helped me into a long pirogue. I sat down, but He stood and poled us across this narrow waterway with His staff. The water boiled and emitted steam every time His staff plunged into it.
Jesus said, “This is a river of filth. As the river of life is clear, so this one is putrid and defiling. It issues from the mouths of sinful man. As rivers of living water come from the belly of My righteous ones, so out of the blackened heart, through the mouth, comes this watery filth.”
I could see creatures lying on the banks and hear them breathing. They appeared to be crocodiles, but they made blowing sounds through their nostrils like hippos.8 Their eyes shone in the dark.
THE CHAINED ONES
Caves lined the levees, and an occasional cry or moan came from them. I felt that the sounds I had heard when we walked through the gate came from these caves. They looked like dungeons with demons guarding the entrances. But who or what was imprisoned there?
The demons uttered low, guttural chuckles at the obvious pain of those imprisoned. They enjoyed someone else’s pain.9
“Observe the misery,” the Lord said. “My people participate in this, enjoying the downfall of another, laughing at the mistakes of others, and holding them in their chains instead of setting the captives free.” 10
I looked toward the dark entrances of the caves. Within these dungeons the enemy held captive certain areas in the lives of humans on Earth. Christians, instead of helping to set the captive free, were tightening the chains of condemnation that held them in bondage. Christians were siding with the jailers against the Lord by nullifying the provision of forgiveness and reconciliation that He had made for them through His shed blood.
We stepped onto the opposite bank and began to walk up a wide path to the crest of that levee. Moans came from every demon we passed. Christ’s appearance among the demons tormented them, and they ran away from Him.11
“Light is very painful to them,” Jesus said, indicating the fleeing demons. “They suck up darkness and breathe out venom – lost, corrupted forever, darkness inside and out. These who once ate the food of angels, these who stood in My Father’s light, these who knew the companionship of the trustworthy – now they slither and cringe from the light, cursing the darkness and cursing the light – they are doubly damned. They eat vomit – three or four times over.” (I felt that He was equating vomit with slander.) “In community with those of their kind, they laugh at each other’s misery and deny each other relief – turning, forever turning upon one another, therefore always alone.”
“Leave us,” a voice said, and a hyena giggled.
As we topped the levee, the land as far as I could see was slimy mud, a murky wasteland.12
“Wet,” Jesus said, “for they fear fire. They are tormented even by dry places.”
Numerous dead trees stood within the mud.
“The trees are a memorial to the vile groves of false gods. Here these trees are seen for what they actually are, broken, bare, without life – the home of snakes and birds of prey.”
Indeed, black snakes were in these dead trees, as well as covering the brackish mire. They were hissing and writhing, constantly moving over one another as if mating.13 “A false unity, a joining in the black mind,” I thought. It occurred to me that as the Lord is bringing together a oneness in Himself, so the devil is birthing a counterfeit unity.
Jesus spoke, “The spawn of demons. How Satan promotes his imitation fruit. These goad tormented souls to vomit forth slanders, lies, and cursing – rivers of putrid water in which the demons swim.”
His ear caught the sound of a cry from a cave by the lagoon. He turned His head to hear, saying, “There are labyrinths also within some believers: dark corridors where the light has not shown, hutches that have not been delivered from darkness.14 But the true light is ready to travel every corridor and touch every dark corner so that all within each believer may be of the light. Darkness is heavy with sin; it is dense and murky. My freedom is light. For the redeemed, all within them must be delivered over to the light. Light must flood every corridor, and every lurking malady must be healed.”
Jesus then took my hand, saying, “Come.”
THE DEMONIC TEMPLE
Suddenly we were within some sort of huge temple.15 Large, gray concrete pillars supported this main area. The room was hazy with incense, and the cloying odor of blood was mixed with that smell.
Around the perimeter were several stories of rooms, some closed and some open. They looked like caves of horn.16 It was possible to reach only the lower rooms by foot, all the others required flight, like bats.
There were six staggered levels of rooms on the left side: six at the back and six on the right side. But how many cave rooms were there in all, I could not tell.
I could see black creatures covering the walls of the hollow rooms that were open. They looked like dark, unhealthy jellyfish, each with only one eye. These were like a fungus on the walls. Their eyes were constantly looking to and fro. Nothing escaped their notice.
The Lord spoke, “The enemy has hidden stolen treasure within the darkness of these rooms. Prying eyes guard this treasure. These spies are rewarded for their vigilance. The infested caves are a vortex, throbbing with suspicion. Here there is fear of exposure – the opposite of covering – because of love. The time has not yet come, Anna, to release these captives from the caves [meaning the stolen treasure], but all that is of Me and is Mine will be cleansed and come to Me.”
I did not understand what He meant. He continued, “Just as tears and prayers can be stored above, so can praise be taken captive by the evil one and stored in the caves of horn. The enemy bathes in stolen worship – renewing himself in that which belongs to God, putting his hands all over that which is sacred and secret. Since Satan cannot create but only imitate and defile that which belongs to God, his greatest joy is to desecrate that which is of the Light. My Father will one day have all that belongs to Him. The temple vessels were captured and hidden away in Babylon, desecrated by being mocked and used to toast false gods. Just as these were returned and reconsecrated to God, so all that belongs to My Father will be cleansed and consecrated to Him alone.17 The enemy is in dense darkness, doing that which is foul in order to relieve his pain, but instead only multiplies his pain. But My Father will set free all that belongs to Him. He will cleanse it from the filth of deception and idolatry corrupting it so that it might rise to Him.”
I saw demons flying into these caves of horn to defile the hidden things of God there, like spiders sucking the life out of their captured prey.
PROMISED DAY OF DELIVERANCE
Jesus continued, “There is coming a time when God Himself will raise His sword in the midheaven.18 He will come forth in His own behalf; the fat from the false sacrifices and from offerings to other gods, who are not gods, will be His.19 The fat is His, and they have robbed Him. The praise is His, and they have stolen it from Him. They have stored it for themselves. But He will raise His sword to sever the fat from them and to release the praise stored for generations. A great holocaust will occur when the fat of many generations finally rises to Him. When He unsheathes His sword and rises up in His own behalf, none can say to Him, ‘Nay!’ None can call to Him, ‘Hold!’ None can turn Him back at the gate. He will cleanse the midheaven and set it free. Then His light will touch every corner and purge the malignant growth from generations of corruption, thievery, and lies. When He lifts His sword and releases His light, surrogates will flee like roaches; mighty ones in the strength of wickedness will shrivel and slither away.”
He spoke to the midheaven, “O promised day of deliverance, a time has been appointed, and you will be free.” He turned back to me and said, “When He raises His sword in heaven, praise will be released like a bird from a cage, never to be imprisoned again.”
THE DEMONIC MASQUERADE
We began to hear a drone, like that of bees swarming or flies gathering on a dead carcass, coming from a distant area of the temple. As those creating the monotonous sound drew nearer, I could hear the hypnotic rhythm more clearly. They were chanting mantra.
Suddenly they burst into view. It was a large and lavish procession accompanied by loud, discordant music.
The massive concrete columns within the temple obscured our presence from those entering, so we stepped out of view.
Dancers and musicians came before a woman splendidly dressed.20 Jewels adorned her long robe and crown. She held innumerable chains in her hands just as a person would hold dog leashes. Shackles were around the necks of demonic beings she held captive, who bowed continually, kissing the ground where she walked.21 They looked like naked humans.
Her retinue was very large and seemed to comprise those from various nations – perhaps every nation. She turned in our direction. Her eyes were red with false fire; when she opened her mouth, fire came from it.22 We were too far away for the fire to touch us, however. When the fire ceased, honey dripped from her mouth; those in chains licked up the drops that fell to the ground.
She went up by stairs to a high throne in this incense-filled hall.23 When she sat, her attendants wrapped the long train of her robe around her feet. The train looked like a python.24 Those in chains groveled on either side of her throne.
The kings of the earth came with presents for this woman.25 They also brought jugglers, prophets, and magicians to entertain her and her court.
The team of jugglers juggled all manner of objects of unequal weight, including gold bars and apes. But the object that fascinated me the most was a cage on which was written THE SOULS OF MEN.26
The prophets were almost as showy, jumping around and speaking great boasts concerning her and others present.27 Those gathered would laugh and throw money to these false prophets.
The showiest of all, however, were the magicians, who looked extremely grave, wise, and dignified; they performed mighty signs and wonders.28 Everyone clapped and bowed before them in awe.
Each king would take a golden coin from this woman’s tongue like tokens taken while standing in line at a store counter. A number was on each coin. They would return them to her later as she went from side room to side room, servicing these kings like a prostitute with many clients.29
The woman’s face was old and caked with makeup, but from a distance she looked beautiful and splendid. She was drinking from a jewel encrusted cup, and her eyes looked glazed.30
“Who is this?” I asked the Lord.
“The false church,” He replied.31 “She makes herself a queen, and those enslaved eat of the honey from her mouth. She has given herself to every demon. She services them. Many will go with her.”
I looked at her horrified.
“I have brought you to see the false masquerading as the true,” He said. “Mark well the content. Mark well the consequences and outworking of the decision to embrace the darkness instead of the light. All manner of corruption breeds in darkness. Come,” He said, and once again He became the white Eagle. “We go now to the bowels of the dragon.”
[Recently I was asked a question by a pastor’s wife – and in answering it – I felt many of us may be passing through the same test. Therefore, I am writing on a little addressed spiritual truth… “the gap”.]
I cannot tell if you are under extraordinary attack or if the Lord is moving you higher in rank in this ongoing spiritual battle.
In each case the answer is the same… “having done all, to STAND.”
Now this standing is not tensing and holding on but instead giving a big sigh and relaxing – resting while standing. If you know your brothers and sisters are going through the same bashing from the enemy, it is helpful. Like the most persecuted man around – our president – who is still going to Bible studies and allowing pastors to pray for him. Can you imagine what he is facing each day?
When moving into a higher spiritual rank, you move out of the protection that has been formed by being in a certain place for years. In other words, you have learned to handle that level of demon. Now you have passed whatever tests that are required to be allowed to take on higher callings for the kingdom. So, you are being advanced in rank (so to speak).
When being promoted, we move out from under the established protection to a “no man’s land” – to where our flesh has not been as challenged and to where we are no longer dealing with the old familiar, lesser demons.
As we move into this unprotected territory, we begin to make fleshly mistakes as well as to get hit by those stronger demons that are waiting for us in that higher, exposed area. The tests are harder. They last longer. Often, we begin to feel persecuted by man and God – abandoned – unloved. Unless we are extremely mature (but still passing tests – remember Jesus in the wilderness) we will wallow in self-pity as well as the feeling of abandonment. In other words – we will
incorrectly discern what is happening spiritually and instead of discerning correctly, begin to question ourselves and even God.
“Why?” is the most repeated question.
Therefore, if after repentance the question is still “why?” then the answer is not sin.
IF IT ISN’T SIN – THEN IT IS FLESH
Suddenly you realize you are not as mature spiritually as you thought. Moving out into the greater light has exposed glaring, unresolved problems in your flesh nature. The Lord has exposed these grave pockets of “flesh” in order to give you the opportunity to deal with them – to allow the cross to work in your life in a deeper way. Of course, where there is raw “flesh” there are “flesh” eating demons… like blood sucking flies that sting and infect.
So, what removes the blood suckers? As soon as their torments alert you to their presence, ask the Lord what let them in. Then repent.
But – just being sorry for your thoughts and actions will not clear them away permanently. You must ask for the root in your flesh that has not been surrendered to the cross of Christ. The more of your “flesh” that has been replaced by Christ Himself, the more of your soul is being saved.
You know, many brethren have a very true saying: I am saved (the salvation experience moving from death into life.) I am being saved (the replacing of our natural soul life with the life of Christ – for only that which is of Christ will pass through to the Father.) I will be saved – the resurrection of the body.
FROM GRADE SCHOOL TO MIDDLE SCHOOL
When we move from one level to another level spiritually, it is a little like going from grade school to middle school. Remember those days? You had to start all over again, so to speak. We too, start again when we advance.
“Higher levels, higher devils”, is the saying. As we move into the new level we, like those entering middle school, are not as steady on our feet… we have “bigger things” to deal with. However, it is God Almighty who is
entrusting us with more power and authority (when we finally learn to stand.) He is calling us on. He is the One who needs our greater service and He is the One who is urging us to draw closer to Him – to know Him better.
Therefore, when you are “in the gap”, rejoice for you will mature, (if so be you love the Lord more than your fleshy soul life) and you will learn to battle and defeat these greater demons, (if so be you are willing to live a sanctified life giving them no ground on which to set up camp.)
Although when we at first move into a greater anointing and are given more authority, we are wobbly and unsure, we are still beginning to stand… maybe not well, but to stand. Struggling, but standing. Therefore, after a while, the light of understanding begins to break through to us.
We are not being persecuted or wrongfully tested. We are being taught and trained and, oh my word, promoted. We are growing stronger. Now we are raising to an upright position. Our heads are lifting and our eyes are clearer – more focused on the goal given to us by
God and we have “toughened-up”. We are a greater threat to the kingdom of darkness.
Therefore rejoice – we will learn to stand in this new and more intense warfare – and regain our joy. We will be of greater use to our Lord and to His people – and we will be entrusted with more power and authority.
THE GAP IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR
The “gap” has its place in our training. It always comes as a surprise but is always appreciated after passing through it.
GUEST HOUSE REPORT
We want to keep you informed as we move forward. We thought you might like to see each step as we move to readying the cabin.
1. We have received many names – great names. We are going to wait a little longer to give everyone – who wishes – a chance to send in a name.
2. Here is the flower box at the front of the cabin.
There is a hole in the center of the planting because a bird built a nest, laid eggs and is now raising baby birds right were the center flowers were planted. We can wait. Don’t want to disturb a little family.
3. We are (still) waiting for the road crew to complete the upgrade on the work to the road that goes to the top of Prayer Mountain. They are half finished and therefore leave us “hanging”. But in this quieter and slower area of the country, we just laugh and say that things are being accomplished in Moravian Falls time – slowly – but we get there.
4. The front of the cabin this summer.
Please keep us and the little cabin in your prayers. We want to do a good job – for it is the Lord’s and being readied for the Lord’s people.
THE LITTLE CABIN ON THE RIDGE
We are thrilled to tell you that this ministry has been given a cabin right on Prayer Mountain to use as a guest house.
We have needed a guest house for some time. So many of our ministry family come from distant states – even foreign lands. A dear Christian purchased this small house when it became available – and seeing the need – gave it to the ministry for our use. It will be so much easier for those who come to see us to stay right on Prayer Mountain within walking distance of the top. This will allow for greater periods of prayer and quiet meditation.
According to the prophets, this lowly little mountain has been chosen by God for the revelation of the Father’s presence and His glory. That is the reason there are so
many angels on the ridge. Since the glory is gathering already, visiting the top is a blessed and helpful experience – even now.
If such a location has been chosen by God for the revelation of His Fatherhood, we have always felt that the area around the ridge should be warmer – friendlier – more like family … more like coming home. There are many spiritual experiences in the world – but here we are promised a transforming relationship with our Father. We need to see our Daddy and our Daddy wants to see His family.
We hope this will be aided by the outpouring of love displayed through this little guest house.
We have started on the outside by adding window boxes and flowers. We wanted the house to look loved, even before going inside – so first, we “loved on” it.
We will enter with much prayer and thanksgiving to God for His graciousness to us and to His children.
I am not sure when the cabin will be ready to receive guests. It is entirely without furniture, towels, rugs, dishes, etc. In other words – first it must be furnished. That will take as long as it takes – but the Lord wants to bless His children – and we feel it is a great step in moving Prayer Mountain to be more like a family.
NOW FOR A FAMILY POW WOW
The houses up here are being named, it seems. Therefore, we would love for this cabin to be named by members of our Father’s household. If you would like to submit a name please send it to the address below:
Christ Jesus Triumphant, Inc.
P.O. Box 70
Moravian Falls, NC 28654
We can’t wait.
Let us talk about this worldwide attack on the body of Christ.
You may or may not recognize it as worldwide because “the prince of demons”, Beelzebul, is leading the attack through the strategy outlined by the Lord Himself to be used against the enemy. That strategy is to take out or bind the “strongman” first. We usually apply this scripture to demonic forces. However, at present we are able to see the strategy turned upon the Lord’s anointed with heart stopping effects through the attack of at least two human, world leaders (I’m sure there are more brave and anointed souls, I just am not familiar with them.)
Even though this website is being followed by Christians all over the world, I am going to address the attack on two of God’s human “strongmen” (anointed warriors brought forward by God for this hour): Donald Trump [president of the United States] and Benjamin Netanyahu [prime minister of Israel] because – unless this demonic attack is stopped – you know how they say: “coming to a theatre near you” – well it will be “coming right to you” … wherever you are.
Let us look at some of this major demon’s names to glean from the Lord a strategy of our own.
BEELZEBUB THE LORD OF THE FLIES
In the natural, cattle can be driven mad by the constant stinging attacks of horse flies. The bites are painful and draw blood, often causing wild herds to stampede as they try to get away from these flies. The animals wallow in mud to cover themselves with as much dirt as will possibly keep the flies off of them.
Spiritually, the attack is similar. The same sort of stinging and maddening attack has been mounted against these two men. The stings do not kill, they just drive them – turning them again and again to address false and misleading stories or turning to protect family or friends from the daggers being thrown at them – from world leaders, the press, their own party, those within the government seeking to undermind – lies – betrayals – the entertainment world, the rock stars, the comedians, etc. The organized attack can only be coordinated by the enemy and it is like blood sucking horse flies, driving and driving them. Many do begin to return to the wallow hole – covering themselves with the dirt from which they hoped to remove themselves.
BEELZEBUB IS THE LORD OF THE DUNGHILL
These flies love excrement. Everything starts to be covered with it. As the lord of the dunghill, he uses his flies (which swarm over excrement to spread terrible diseases: typhoid fever, cholera; dysentery, epidemic conjunctivitis, meningitis and polio.) The Tsetse fly spreads sleeping sickness. This is an illness that leads to death.
Spiritually the church struggles awake at times (such as during recent elections in America) but quickly falls asleep again. This is the demon behind its sleepiness and the death that comes with the false doctrines taking the Lord’s church down the wrong path – (which leads to death.)
Most of the false doctrines have been around since right after the death of Christ. Every type of false god and false doctrine has been blended into the pure gospel of Christ. Many new brands sprang up in the 1960’s. These were dabbled in by everyone for a while; but eventually older and more mature teachers stood up to refute them and they passed out of fashion. But amazingly, I am old enough to have lived through the rise and fall of these aberrant doctrines in the 1960’s and 1970’s to the rise of the very same doctrines again, years later after these more mature teachers have died. They are “in fashion” and everyone talks about them and relies upon them as being valid – but, dear children of the living God, these “dunghill doctrines” are carrying the body of Christ into deeper and deeper sleeping sickness and (I have told you where sleeping sickness leads) spiritual death.
BEELZEBUB THE AGITATOR OF HATRED
We have seen how angry everyone is now. That, dear friends, is entirely supernatural. There is no actual reason for this boiling anger. This high demon is known for pitting people and groups mindlessly against one another.
Well, we are certainly seeing that side of his personality or it might be his job description. There will be killing in the streets if the rule of law is not returned. Senseless, mindless – as in Germany before the 2nd world war. The people were deaf and blind to sound reason. They were taken over – possessed. That can happen to whole groups of people – senseless hatred.
When being asked why they, as students, were shouting down free speech or throwing chairs through windows on campus, they gave “sound bite” answers, with absolutely no real reason … just temporary madness and the excitement of others being professionally organized to “kick up some dust”.
This summer, with so many professionals being paid to guide the youth into destruction, there will be a lot of “dust kicked up”.
BEELZEBUB IS THE LORD OF IDOLOTROUS SACRIFICE
As such he oversees the sacrifice of infants and the unborn.
I was in a conference one time when Bob Jones called out three witches that had sneaked into the assembly to pray against him. He publically told them, that they had sacrificed two babies to gain the power with Satan to hinder his message. They jumped up and ran out. Christians with clean hands and a pure heart gain access to the throne in prayer. However, evil, such as the murder of infants, gains power with Satan.
THOSE OF CONSCIENCE
I am not sure how any person of conscience can bare to see the constant attack of Beelzebub and his troops against the Lord’s anointed. Satan is employing this major demon to drive, hurt, sting, distract, draw blood and stampede, not only Trump and Netanyahu –but to weaken their support team – trying to destroy these two extremely brave leaders through a thousand-thousand bloodletting bites. It is horrible to watch these demons moving on people to take them down.
It is like watching some “Wild Kingdom” television show where an animal is savagely piled upon, drug down and eaten alive. Horrible.
We are seeing the devil in all his raw, self-aggrandizing butchery … and dear children of God, this is just the beginning unless we begin to take up arms in prayer against this butcher and his minions.
I was listening to a respected British commentator speaking of the battle this one man, (Trump) was having, trying to return this nation (America) to the rule of law and of all who are set squarely against him. No one has ever seen anything like it. The commentator said: “They are trying to kill him.”
COMING TO A COUNTRY NEAR YOU
The strategy is that this demon must take out Donald Trump and Benjamin Netanyahu first. Then the rest of the leaders will fall in like sheep. Only these two leaders are standing up to the other world leaders who are snickering behind their backs. They are taking the abuse for us. They are speaking the truth.
So – like these two leaders or not – we need to stand with them and hold up their hands.
We need to pray, pray, pray for both of them.
And – like America and Israel or not – these two are like the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dam. If these strongmen fall – their nations will fall – then so will the world.
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF GOD
We, the children of God, will be culpable if we do not take our stand with the Lord’s anointed. But how do we pray?
This demon is one of the top high three demons – Satan, Leviathan and Beelzebub – the unholy trinity.
Many have been told that we have all authority to tackle anything demonic. That is exaggerated. We have authority to tackle what our God wants us to tackle here on earth.
The scripture used to support the tragic over reach that we make with the 2nd heaven is:
LUKE 10:19 – “Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.”
Notice the word: tread. That means whatever is on earth, under your feet where your physical body is. He did not say power over everything in the second heaven, (Satan’s headquarters) whatever is in the stratum above us, etc.
These demonic princes are not stationed on earth. They, along with Satan lead the section of the evil rebellious organization from the mid- heaven. Whatever is down here, (the demons) we have authority over.
So how do we pray?
Be sure you are in the armor provided by the Lord.
WE SHOW HUMILITY BEFORE GOD
With the high demons, we ask our Father to bind them. We do not need to shake our fist at them. We need to ask our Father to deal with these high demonic powers. This shows humility towards God.
1. We repent (thereby getting clean ourselves.)
2. Cover yourself with the blood of Jesus.
3. Ask your Heavenly Father to bind Satan and all of his evil ministering spirits, his princes and powers, his demonic forces of wickedness in high places and ask that He command that they stand back from you and your family, your finances, your house and car and your callings – and also that He command that this demon stand back from Donald J. Trump and Benjamin Netanyahu, their families, their property, their callings, their cabinets and their family members, and from all that You Father have called them to accomplish.
4. Many curses are going out, night and day through the witches worldwide.
Say – Proverbs 26:2 -
Like a sparrow in its flitting,
like a swallow in its flying,
So a curse without cause does not alight.
5. These two leaders are doing what God has anointed and called them to do at this time. You can pray and ask the Lord to deal with those who are coming against these anointed ones according to – Psalm 105:15 – “Do not touch My anointed ones.”
6. Ask the Lord to cover these two leaders with the blood of Jesus.
7. Place a protective hedge about them.
8. Ask the Lord to send additional angels to protect them.
9. Ask that He the Father, bless and strengthen them.
10. Thank the Lord for standing with those He has called and anointed.
11. Please bring many to stand with them.
Are we going to allow God’s anointed men to “take it” without lifting a finger in prayer to stand with them? I would be ashamed to do so.
Come on, glorious body of Christ, let’s get busy decommissioning this major demon. He is blocking God’s outpouring and clean-up through these two men. The enemy is planning a summer of spiritual slaughter in the streets of America. We, the Father’s children, can’t allow Beelzebub to win on our watch. To arms, brothers and sisters. To arms.
You know we are in serious times when covens of witches are bold enough to announce on television that they are organized worldwide to curse the American President. I am sure they have organized in this way before. After all, Hitler and his upper military echelon were deeply involved in the occult. At least they were secret about these leanings.
But these witches’ curses are having a ripple effect. There is a strange general blindness that seems to have settled on much of the American population and a corresponding inability to hear as well as see clearly. Inexplicably, there is violence protesting the thought of violence; slander protesting the thought of slander; and fascism protesting the thought of fascism. This is complete madness. Of course, many are being paid to be so mad. So, they are “crazy like a fox”. But that so many others are unable to think through these situations – that so few are able to remain rational, shows that something else is tipping the emotional scale.
The boldness of the witches, the erratic behavior of many of the people, the defiance of the law, the disrespect of those in authority all show that we are dealing with the enemy camp. (I am not referring to political parties here). I am referring to our real enemy – Satan, using men as puppets and as masks.
Spiritually, this battle is not the American President’s. It is ours – the body of Christ’s.
BOOT CAMP IS OVER
We thought we would have a few more years of peace. But we now find ourselves collecting our gear and being shipped out to the front lines. Our heads are spinning and we are trying to catch our breath. We have gone from recruits to – dare we say it? Warriors! Warriors! Let me just try to get accustomed to the sound of that and – more piercing to our souls – the implications of that.
All right, let me think through where we are. This is no skirmish, that’s for sure. We have been dumped onto the beaches of Normandy. We have been set down in the middle of the “Killing Fields”. Well, we knew it was coming. But here it is.
We’ve been training for this for years but now none of us are sure the training exactly matches our present reality. The training was a bit more like knights in shining armor training for a jousting match. Everyone was going to hold to the rules. Instead we are confronted with no-holds-barred-back-alley-street-fighting. It’s dirty and there is not a whit of chivalry in it. We are cut off from one another and just doing the best we can with the stash of ammunition at hand.
But the good thing about it, is that – at last we are going to get to use all that training,. At last we’re going to see if we will plant our feet in the lentil field like David’s mighty men and refuse to budge or will we turn and run. We will at last see who God has made us.
We are honored that although we trained for a kingly joust, the Lord thinks we can adjust to street fighting if it’s required and Prayer is the weapon.
There are many styles and groupings of prayer. But truly, when all is said and done, prayer is prayer. I myself have moved from more formal prayer gatherings with worship music and some semblance of form and communion to praying constantly. Much more prayer is required than form can contain. The other is beautiful and a joy but we are in desperate times. I pray constantly. I pray out loud. I pray internally. I pray with anyone who will pray.
We, of course, must act as Christ leads – but at all times, we must pray. Pray with every fiber of your being, dear children of the Living God. The spring is always a perilous time as the Word says in I Chronicles 20:1 “Then it happened in the spring, at the time when kings go out to battle…”. Those high rulers are not just on earth, but also the princes and powers of the demonic kingdom. They are moving upon the lost and the weak minded during this season. They stir and stir like stirring a caldron – in order to cause conflict – and please pray for our President. The witches from all over the world cursing him, is a hard burden to live under.
May our Lord help him – and all the leaders seeking to return their nations to the rule of law.
Forty years ago, the Charismatic Movement came to an end. Oh it wasn’t recognized as an ending when its demise was pronounced (because it faded away slowly) but everyone knew that the effortless glory that we had experienced – and frankly become accustomed to – had lost its edge. Things were different. Life was different – harder, it seemed.
The great flood of people scrambling to be saved, the instant answers to prayers, the giddy, childlike expectations in all areas of our lives had mysteriously lifted. He, the Spirit, seemed to be withdrawing. Finally, it was more than “seemed”. He had withdrawn. We knew it. The glory had departed.
This was not accomplished in a vacuum. The Lord announced His intentions.
The word says that He does nothing without informing His prophets. He was true to His word. Forty years ago, He not only informed His prophets, He announced it to a representative gathering of the entire body of Christ.
In July of 1977, the Lord gathered together what is still considered the largest number of representatives of all denominations: Catholic, Episcopalian, Lutheran, Methodist, Baptist, Presbyterian, Assembly of God, Independent and so forth in a massive conference in the heart of the country – Kansas City. The gathering was so huge that the meetings had to be separated out into the various denominational churches, because the municipal auditorium could not contain them all.
In the final gathering (50,000) people came together in Arrowhead Stadium. [At least ten thousand needed to leave early to travel the country to churches for Sunday services, so there were probably more than 50,000 in all.]
There was a great amount of laughter and dancing, as was usual with any Charismatic gathering. There was real joy before the Lord. However, the joy turned to sorrow at the end of this great gathering when, spontaneously, a prophet stepped forward amid the rejoicing to deliver a somber word.
So important was this word – that it was preserved in at least two books.
I am including this 1977 prophecy for you now:
For the body of My Son is broken.
Come before Me with tears and mourning,
For the body of My Son is broken.
The light is dim, My people are scattered,
The body of My Son is broken.
I gave all I had in the body and blood of My Son,
It spilled on the earth.
The body of My Son is broken.
Turn from the sins of your fathers,
And walk in the ways of My Son.
Return to the plan of your Father.
Return to the purpose of your God.
The body of My Son is broken.
The Lord says to you: stand in unity with one another,
And let nothing tear you apart.
And, by no means separate from one another,
Through your jealousies and bitternesses,
And your personal preferences,
But hold fast to one another.
Because I am about to let you undergo
A time of severe trial and testing,
And you’ll need to be in unity with one another.
But I tell you this also,
I am Jesus, the Victor King.
And I have promised you victory.”
Few may even be alive that attended that conference. I just happen to be one of those few. Without our knowing it, the Lord brought to a close the Charismatic Movement.
Bob Jones, (the prophet) who was not a part of this mighty gathering but who prophesied with equal clarity about the body of Christ that year, said that “Ichabod” had been written over us in 1977, (i.e. “the glory has departed.”) He said that a generation would pass [forty years] before He – the Spirit – would return in such power. “The glory”, now gone, would return in forty years.
We are in that fortieth year: 2017. This is the generation that will taste of that glory again.
But those of us who have lived through the spiritually lean years – have we learned anything? Perhaps a few lessons. But mankind is woefully capable of living through significant lessons and then repeating the same mistakes.
At least, while we waited for His return in power, we have studied and grown in His gifts. Years ago, only a few could pray for the sick, prophesy, lead the oppressed into deliverance – but now, the use of the gifts is widespread. We have not been idle. Truly, we sought to be productive for the Kingdom. But also, we have grown in our understanding that emphasis on the gifts alone has allowed a damaging imbalance in the body of Christ. We have been too satisfied to replace the character of Christ with an exercise of the gifts. Also, among our leadership there has developed widespread spiritual power but often this has been coupled with widespread moral corruption. The gifts were not and are not everything.
However, if the prophets are correct – and I believe they are – He is coming again in power. Things are going to get giddy again but this time we need to desire His character over His gifts. This time we need to keep our feet on the ground even as we soar into the clouds.
THE SPIRIT’S RETURN
How will we meet His return? More dancing in the streets? Goodness, I hope so. But this time will we clean the inside of the cup so that His glory will have a worthy container? Will we apply ourselves to the work at hand and not just the joy?
Will we treasure instead of squander His presence? Will we bless Him by displaying His Son in our lives (with no cheating around the edges)?
What say you, dear children of the Living God? Are we ready for the return of His glory?
Keeping Our Head And Guarding Our Heart
Somehow the savagery of the distress that is occurring in America as the duly elected government seeks to return this nation to the rule of law, reminds me of a huge animal that has been wounded and is screaming and thrashing violently. It shows how “out of whack” we have been. Also, it makes you wonder what it will be like when – as foretold in the book of Revelation – Satan is thrown down to earth: (Rev 12:12b) “…woe to the earth and sea because the devil has come down to you, having great wrath. Knowing that he has only a short time,” (NAS).
Those who are mature in the Lord know they must stand – even as the fury swirls around them, for if the enemy can move the children of God from fervor in prayer to bitterness in heart, he is still winning insidiously.
Even knowing this, I could feel myself slipping from passion in prayer into a borderline tortured distress. I knew this was not the Lord. Inside of myself, I was becoming sour and rattled. I needed the Lord’s help. I, myself, went up on Prayer Mountain and cried out to the Lord for help. Graciously He answered me.
I am sharing with you His answer to me in case anyone else needs help. (This may not help everyone, but if it helps even one person that has been rattled and distressed in the extreme by all that is happening, then sharing this will have been worth it.)
FEBRUARY 9, 2017
The Lord spoke:
“From here you are able to see the circle of the world.” (In the winter months on this mountain’s ridge, you can see in all directions because the trees are bare.)
“What does it take to separate you from this world? There is nothing eternal in the government of this world. Even if it supplanted evil today, tomorrow it would be supplanted by it. That is the warp and woof – the fabric of this (present) life. Why be tortured by it? Why submit yourself to the enemy’s instruments of torture.” (Those that goad us through the means of the media, etc.)
The Lord continued: “Did I seek to reform the religious structure (of His day, i.e., did He seek to remove worship in the temple or the priesthood?) Did I seek to overthrow the political regime? (Did He lead armed rebellion against the occupying Roman rule?) No, I called out to those called to the Kingdom.”
“Pray for and assist those in the world, but do not be tortured by the March of Time or the Pageant of the Hours. Set your heart and your sights on eternity – your true home and your true family.”
I pray constantly throughout the day and into the evening for the governmental leaders of this nation – and the nation itself… but no longer do I feel a bitter root growing within me. It has been extracted… and, with the Lord’s help, it will remain so.
It is the enemy’s plan to either lead a frontal attack against God’s children – wounding and scattering us, or to get us “so torn up” that we sabotage our own communion with God. Either way, if he succeeds, he has removed us from the field of battle. He has “sidelined” us until – with the Lord’s help – we can center ourselves in our Lord again, throw off the distractions that are gathering darkness to us like a magnet and begin to focus like a laser on hearing Him and following His strategic commands.
We are, after all – here on this earth for Him. We need to deflect the machinations of the enemy and – at last – stand to our feet a very great army.
Donald Trump is the 45th President of the United States. That is not many national leaders; but indeed, we are a young nation… the “new kid on the block” really. We are gangly and awkward and “put our foot in our mouth” like a teenager. But we are also young and fresh and eager – certainly not subtle – but blessed with amazing strength. In a fight, everyone wants us on their side. After we’ve helped them win, they are again somewhat embarrassed by our lack of “political slickness.”
Therefore, like the youngest kid in the neighborhood, they take our money and use our toys – and – if we give them up willingly they will let us into the club house – and we have been grateful to them – truly – for letting us in the door.
And you know, that will continue because we will always be the new kid on the block – and we will always come stumbling forward to reach out a hand to the world – because that is who we are.
No matter how much the intelligentsia “grays-up” the atmosphere, we are basically a gloriously hopeful lot – powerful but surprisingly decent – and rather simple… in the best sense of the word.
But God has sent a message – not only to America – but indeed to the world through this election. But what?
We know he is God’s “trump card” and God’s “final trumpet call” – but another prophetic symbol was given due to the fact that he is the 45th President.
THE PROPHETIC WORD
We are blessed to have a very fine prophetic voice as a member of our prayer group at this ministry. He is hidden by God and (personally) I think that may be the reason he is so accurate and unmixed. [ I will refer to him as WS.]
WS said that God had made Trump His Colt 45. This revolver was created in 1873 (exactly 144 years ago) and was named the PEACEMAKER by the manufacturer – (though this historical fact has been lost in time, it seems.)
Expanding his understanding, WS said “As the swamp is drained, alligator and crocodile dens will be exposed. Snake (poisonous, non-poisonous and constrictor) holes will be uncovered. Also, spider webs will be seen.”
“As these creatures come into view, God will use His 45 (Trump) to (spiritually) shoot them.”
GOD’S WAY VS POLITICAL CORRECTNESS
Often the Lord throws us a “curve ball” to see if we are keeping our eyes on Him or if we have veered – off into political/spiritual correctness. Almost everything Jesus did offended the Establishment.
One of the greatest examples of political incorrectness was committed by King David. It is found in 2 Samuel 6:12 – 23:
“Now it was told King David, saying, ‘The Lord has blessed the house of Obed-edom and all that belongs to him, on account of the ark of God.’ David went and brought up the ark of God from the house of Obed-edom into the city of David with gladness. And so it was, that when the bearers of the ark of the Lord had gone six paces, he sacrificed an ox and a fatling. And David was dancing before the Lord with all his might, and David was wearing a linen ephod. So David and all the house of Israel were bringing up the ark of the Lord with shouting and the sound of the trumpet.
Then it happened as the ark of the Lord came into the city of David that Michal the daughter of Saul looked out of the window and saw King David leaping and dancing before the Lord; and she despised him in her heart.
So they brought in the ark of the Lord and set it in its place inside the tent which David had pitched for it; and David offered burnt offerings and peace offerings before the Lord. When David had finished offering the burnt offering and the peace offering, he blessed the people in the name of the Lord of hosts. Further, he distributed to all the people, to all the multitude of Israel, both to men and women, a cake of bread and one of dates and one of raisins to each one. Then all the people departed each to his house.
But when David returned to bless his household, Michal the daughter of Saul came out to meet David and said, ‘How the king of Israel distinguished himself today! He uncovered himself today in the eyes of his servants’ maids as one of the foolish ones shamelessly uncovers himself!’ So David said to Michal, ‘It was before the Lord, who chose me above your father and above all his house, to appoint me ruler over the people of the Lord, over Israel; therefore I will celebrate before the Lord. I will be more lightly esteemed than this and will be humble in my own eyes, but with the maids of whom you have spoken, with them I will be distinguished.’ Michal the daughter of Saul had no child to the day of her death.”
King David was not being politically correct and his wife (who was the daughter of Saul the former King and who had been raised in the palace as a princess) looked down on her husband.
This new president often is politically incorrect. But WS has received a warning from the Lord about His choice in answer to our prayers for help:
“Touch not My anointed.”
May the Lord bless and protect His chosen vessel – and may God’s people hold up his hands in fervent prayer, daily.
A New Year, A New President, A New Citizen
We not only have a new president in this new year – this ministry has a new citizen.
This is Jackie, a young woman I have always called “The Golden Girl” – beautiful inside and out. She is one of my assistants. This picture was taken right after she became an American citizen a few weeks ago.
In her youth, Jackie competed nationally as a gymnast in her native England – before spending 17 years running her own gymnastics club. (Twice they were presented with the National Club of the Year Merit Award.)
She became a Christian 17 years ago and was baptized in the Holy Spirit.
Thirteen years ago she came to live in America. She attended Charis Bible College and graduated with a Bachelors of Biblical Studies Degree. She worked for John and Lisa Bevere’s ministry, Andrew Wommack Ministries and then Gary Oates Ministries.
It was during the years that she labored for the Lord through the Gary Oates Ministry that I met her – always, always admiring her dedication and righteousness. I always said that – besides Tammy – the only person in the world I would love to have as a part of this ministry was Jackie.
One day I received a call. Gary Oates – for whom she worked – was leaving “the mountain” here and she was now going to seek employment elsewhere. I did not dare believe that she would consider this small ministry as a “home base”; but I told her my long-time heart’s desire to have her as part of this ministry because of my great admiration and love for her personally.
She said she would drop by to talk. It just so happened that years ago, the Lord had given her a dream that one day she would be helping me – and well – the rest is history.
Two years ago Jackie married a very fine physical therapist. Now, after much study, she has become a full-fledged American citizen.
We could not ask for a better new citizen for the country.
Glory. Things are looking up.
The two prophecies show God’s faithfulness to (1) a nation and to (2) a ministry. In the teaching section I will share God’s prophetic promise to individuals – His children – for this year.
Dear children of God,
We in this country have just lived through a historic election. Even the historians tell us this is true. The Christians, however, knew that it was a historic spiritual battle. Most Christians were praying day and night – many fasting.
The battles were not only intense, but seemingly, hand to hand combat in the trenches. All of us were weary. Many did not know if they and we could “hold out” – fighting with such intensity for such a long period of time.
Many had felt an ominous dread and oppression before the attacks of 9/11 on the twin towers in New York. But that “stonewalling” in the spirit and sense that something dreadful was about to happen was only a few days before the towers fell. Also, we did not know why we were spiritually blocked. “What was the matter?” we asked ourselves. But this we knew and it was month after month – each more dreadful than the last.
However, the Lord brought us through – many limping across the finish line, many bruised and bloodied. But the Lord prevailed and He fulfilled His words through the mouth of many prophets.
For myself, it was a wiser servant of the Lord that emerged from those battles. I felt older – perhaps like the solders that returned from World War I or II. In this “hard knocks” school, I did learn a few things:
1. Indeed, the whole world does lie in the clutches of the evil one: satan.
Those of us in prayer (here) had asked the Lord to reveal the corruption in our government, media and in those running for office. When He began to answer those prayers, we were horrified. The America we thought we knew, seemed, in actuality, to be a facade. Corruption was systemic. Almost everything and everybody: political parties, institutions, the media, etc. seemed to be marinated in corruption. The closer we came to the election, it was as though a putrification set in – the stench of which made people ill. I heard person after person say: “I just can’t watch the news. It makes me sick.”
We began to see our world very much like the hero in The Matrix (movie) who was shown what the world had become: how the people were asleep and used like milk cows to extract from them a liquid that sustained that artificial life.
But for us – the real human beings on earth today, we were being fed lies in order to milk from us the funds that would keep a select group living the lifestyle they had chosen for themselves – while many of us were working two and three jobs that kept us tired and tethered but productive. Satan’s world was weighted against us…but for God.
2. I also, realized that the prayer battle that we had just (by the grace of God) “made it through”, was not the end – but the beginning. What I thought was a prayer ceiling was actually a prayer floor. We who are privileged to be alive in these times have just begun to fight.
We have been in training for many years but it is time for us to set our hearts, minds and spirits to accept the reality of prolonged, focused battle; that is, the passionate prayers of warriors.
The “perfume” about which the Lord spoke six years ago (spoken of in this month’s angel section) is already in the land again. The lifted curtain exposing the pervasive corruption is once again closed and we are becoming hypnotized by the dazzle of “the matrix”. We will need to remember what we have seen and heard because it is no longer readily before our eyes and we may not have the opportunity to see it that clearly again.
Humans are not genetically predisposed to prolonged “fight and flight”. That is the reason there is an indictment of the enemy in Daniel 7:25 – “He will speak against the Most High and wear down the saints of the Highest One…”
However, the word also says those who endure to the end… Therefore, enduring this tiring warfare and even prevailing is possible. We need to set ourselves to be among those who “make it through”.
The Lord needs our prayers, dear children of God, in order that His righteousness might prevail. We always knew this day would come, we just did not know it was here.
Seeking the Lord
In this Personal Section I am showing you a copy of a letter written in answer to a Christian seeking a deeper relationship with the Lord. The name on the letter has been removed and the answer – due to it being a letter and not a book or a teaching – of necessity – is short.
However, I have had this question asked of me many times recently – and truly, if many are asking the same question – the Lord has put it on each heart and is drawing each in a mighty way.
Here is what I shared with one earnest seeker. May it help you, also.
I know just how you feel. I never thought I would ever have any unusual experiences with the Lord. I was too plain, too ordinary – too down to earth.
But lo and behold, He chose the plainest and least gifted of everyone around to take to Heaven and to share these remarkable experiences with. One day I did not see and the next day I did. Amazing. I still am amazed.
But dear friend, I was not seeking the experiences, I was seeking more of Him. I was going to hunt Him down, until I knew that I had the fullest experience of Him I could have on this earth.
My husband and I had already pastored many years and by this time the Lord had used us to help bring together the pastors for prayer, of all the 72 different denominations in Kansas City. We met once a month in the ballroom of the downtown hotel. The church was being brought together in love, prayer and repentance but I knew there was more. When we finished our part of the Lord’s work in that metropolitan area and turned it over to the pastors of Kansas City, I told one of the pastors that I was going apart to find God.
We were exceedingly tired after having brought together the pastors from a population of a million and a half people: so we took a year off to pray and seek God.
Now, most people – unless they are retired as we were – are unable to take off a year to press into God; but John of the Cross and others did not get to take time off to seek Him. It can be done while one works – look at Father Lawrence. It takes pressing in and pressing in – not frantically, but like a lover that just wants to sit quietly with the Beloved – happy, just to have a chance to “hang-out;” sort of like on a lazy summer afternoon on the front porch idea… but with the One you love.
It is so simple that we Christians want to “busy-it-up.” Go ahead, enjoy Him. Just talk to Him. Share with Him. Thank Him. Be more grateful for what has been given to you already – that you know Him – that whatever He is doing with you, right now, is good. And if you cannot stand it any longer; that too is good. Cry out to Him from the depths of your being… wail – use scripture to back up your point of view. Make a case for yourself – He says, “Come, let us reason together.” Reason with Him. Convince Him that you are right and that He should fulfill that which you are laying before Him. Be bold. Be passionate.
Either approach is right and taken into consideration: either quietly or “storming the castle.”
Come on dear friend, pull yourself up on your most holy faith and stand. Take nothing less than Him in His fullness and you knowing Him in His fullness.
Fall on Prayer Mountain
People from all over the world pass by each day as they hike or drive to the top of Prayer Mountain. All of us who live up here want everyone who comes to pray – or just sit and bask in the blessed atmosphere the Lord has provided through an open heaven – to feel at home.
We want it to be seen that they have, indeed, come to a mountain of the Lord. When and where we can, we have added a few flowers in celebration of who He is and where we and they are.
Here is our front doorway that is seen by those passing by to Prayer Mountain:
Fall hanging basket by the front door
Give Thanks right beneath the front window.
ANGELS AT WORK
Prayer Mountain in Moravian Falls is an elevation blessed with tremendous spiritual activity. Bob Jones once said that the only location on earth with more angels than Prayer Mountain is the Mount of Olives in Israel.
People from all over the world come to this location to pray. Many see angels and almost as many leave with angels to assist them when they go. But while the angels are here they are very busy. One of the occupations in which they are engaged, is assisting in the delivery of prayers to the throne room above.
The following revelation (taken right from a journal of six years ago) gives you more insight into angelic labors here on this ridge.
JULY 9, 2006 – PRAYER MOUNTAIN
The angels within the woods and it sounds like – those in heaven – are singing together. They are singing in an angelic tongue – which I do not understand.
Suddenly from among them a high voice lifts to God. Almost immediately the angels on the ridge and those from a wider area (sort of like surround sound) join in a chant supporting the high voice.
The angels on earth begin to lift bowls to angels hovering just off the ground. Those in turn lift the bowls to angels a little further above the earth. They were like a holy bucket brigade. Carefully and smoothly they pass the bowls upward.
The angelic song may be the angels’ version of a “work song”, like the songs sung by those building the railroads in the early years of this nation.
It would seem that the gathering of these prayers to this area signifies a type of heavenly loading dock. Prayers are coming from the people to this area. When the bowls are full, they are ready for delivery heavenward, and the angels are ready to assist.
The presence of the Holy Spirit is very strong today. It’s like He’s hovering…as though He is protecting or covering the bowls. Wispy tendrils of light pass to each bowl as they begin their journey upward. Perhaps these tender wisps of light are the Holy Spirit touching each bowl before it moves upward (like a mother bird on a nest touches (with its beak) each chick’s unhatched egg – brooding over it with tender care.)
THE CHOIR KNOWN AS HARMONY
Our Heavenly Father loves harmony. Eight years ago He very kindly showed me one of the ways He assists both mankind and nature to achieve balance or harmony: unseen, but glorious.
These pages are right from my journal of eight years ago.
I realized that I too could join in creating balance and harmony by what was coming out of my heart and my mouth. I too, could add to the joy of my Heavenly Father. I too could be part of bringing the harmony He so desires.
EVERYTHING WITH ANGELS IS NOT SERIOUS
This experience occurred a little over a month after our home burned in 2008. Often in the mountains we find ourselves sitting among and even above the clouds. This was one such morning.
Being in the clouds is somewhat like being in a heavy mist. It is refreshing and beautiful.
Within the mist, angels were at play. Mahesh Chavda’s wife – Bonnie – once said to Harry Bizzell (who has a Christian retreat center at the base of Prayer Mountain). “Harry, there are places on earth where angels play and this is one of them.” Well, here are angels at play on Prayer Mountain.
February 13, 2008; Wednesday
There was a heavy mist this morning. Because we had to drive to Elkin, we prayed at the house.
I’m going to tell you a story: A TRUE STORY – that begins with a dream and vision [which we will look at under the Personal Section, right here] and culminates in an attack from an out-of-state witches’ coven [which we will address in the Teaching Section].
This dream and vison are a warning from God. Our God always warns His children. We need to learn to take heed – for our very lives may depend upon believing the message. [Notes are at the end of the dream and vision.]
June 20, 1996 Thursday – DeFuniak Springs, FL
Al and I, and our two children were at a seaside resort.1 The high-rise – or hotel, whichever it was, was by the sea.2 3 Our apartment was the top floor nearest the “restaurant observation tower”.4
This observation tower – restaurant was right on top. We lived right beneath that in the top apartment. At the top of the observation tower was a tall antenna.
We (Al and I and our 2 children) were walking from the apartment (or hotel), on an excursion,5 it seemed, when lightning began to hit the telephone/electricity lines. We didn’t seem afraid as a lightning strike would cause a surge of electricity to run the wire until it ran to the antenna on the top of the hotel’s tower.6
The lightning would bang and flame when it reached the top of the antenna. One of the lightning bolts started a flame in the observation tower but it looked as though it was something that could be handled.
Then the observation/ restaurant took a direct hit from a bolt of lightning and burst into flames.
We began to run back to the hotel/apartment.7 I was thinking as we ran. What was valuable to me and what did I not want to lose? 8
“The journals,” I thought to myself. The Bob Jones story is with Marlene and also the fables of Caddo Lake. It’s only the journals. I wondered (if we were not allowed to go up there), if the fire-proof security chests would make it through such a roaring fire? If I got up there, how would I get them out? … Throw them over the side? “No,” I thought, I’d put them in double plastic bags (the size for trash) and drag them down. I thought I might be able to retrieve some jewelry but that wasn’t really important. We had headed back for the journals.
There were people on the stairs as we climbed. A concierge was asked if we needed to go or if the fire was getting under control. He suggested we go.
A maid asked if I wanted some coffee. She was set up on the stairs. I said it looked as though I might need some.
While waiting for a cup I stepped out into the large lobby. It looked 1930’s in its expanse and style.
People were running around in this lobby. I asked if the elevators were working, but knew the answer before I asked. The elevators don’t work in fires.
We were going to need to walk to the top.
The walk was going to be (about) like walking up the stairs to the top of the Empire State building.
All of this time, I was thinking of ways to get the journals out. I was amazed really that they were going to allow us to go up there, with such a fire right above the apartment.
I woke up. My legs (the calves of them) hurt like I had already walked up as many steps as in the Statue of Liberty.
A direct hit to the restaurant/observation tower.
The vision was a continuation of the dream.
Al and I began to climb the wide stairs of the 1930’s lobby of the hotel/apartment high rise.
People were hurrying down the steps: some in robes, (one had on a pair of big fluffy (pink) bedroom slippers), some carrying suit cases, some with children firmly in hand.
Al and I were climbing against the flow of people running from the fire above. We held to the right hand rail as we continued to climb. In the next floors police were helping people evacuate. We continued higher. Police were on these floors, but few people.9 The police didn’t stop us, however.
I was panting from climbing and my calves hurt. We continued to climb. We could hear the flames of the fire roaring now.
On this floor there was smoke. Before we could climb higher, a police barricade (in the form of a painted saw horse) blocked the stairway.10
Police, in gas masks were dashing up and down the halls looking into rooms for anyone who still needed to get out.11
Al and I stood at the police barricade looking up. We could feel the heat now, and see the light of the flames.
We didn’t need to say a word. Whatever was in our apartment was already in flames.
We turned and quickly began to descend the stairs. Some of the police dashed past us and some were leaving behind us. All these floors were being cleared.
We were the last residents to come down the stairs.
Police were darting to and fro, but the hotel/ apartment lobby was empty. The hotel/apartment had been evacuated.
As we walked through the empty lobby, the upper floors of the building began to fall in on those floors below. The building was falling in on itself.12 We could hear it above.
We walked out and away from the burning building. Some people were crying, some huddled together. Firemen and the fire engines were there, but only to block off the area. They were letting it burn.
Police tape was around a wide area and the residents standing beyond that tape.13
As we walked away, we could feel the intense heat of the burning building.
We stepped over the police tape and turned to watch the building burn. What an inferno.
Red Cross trucks and personnel were now, on the scene.14 Cuts and bruises were being tended, blankets handed out for those in shock, etc.
From another truck people were receiving coffee.
Firemen, police and residents were watching the building burn.
It burned to a pile of ashes.
Even the steel beams did not make it through the fire. All reduced to a pile of ashes.
No lives were lost, but all else was consumed.15
People were being taken away into town, then.
Eventually, Al and I and our children were there alone at the location. The police, firemen, etc. were gone.
We stayed – looking at the pile of ashes – until they (the ashes) cooled. How long did we wait? I don’t know. (In the natural this might take a week – but time accelerated here, I suppose.)
When the ashes were cool and flakey, Al and I crossed the police tape, trudged to the center of the pile and extracted the journals.
How did we know to do this? Not even the security safes surrounding them survived.
The journals were not burned, just covered with ashes. We took them from
the ashes, brushed them off, tucked them under our arms and left.16
We did not seem at all surprised that they made it through.
But whatever else was of value in that apartment was long gone. This did not seem to worry us. That which was truly valuable to us made it through the fire.
What the symbols in the June 20, 1996 dream and vision represented in the physical realm and what actually occurred
1. My husband Al and I and the two books that had been written already (it was a marker in time).
2. We live on a high ridge in the mountains.
3. The sea means humanity. The location is a place apart.
4. The home is the nearest one to the place of prayer – a place where people are spiritually fed and enlightened.
5. At the time the fire started Al and I were out to lunch with dear friends.
6. This is not a good lightning strike – meaning not power from God, etc.
7. When we got the call that our house was on fire, we rushed home.
8. The journals were and are the most valuable possession Al and I owned and own.
9. Police instead of firemen because it was a crime.
10. Our car actually broke down at the foot of the mountain.
11. Gas masks – because – if we had been present at the time of the explosion – the toxic fumes would have knocked us out and we would have burned in the fire.
12. Our house did fall in on itself as it burned.
13. Police tape was up and everyone stood behind it.
14. The Red Cross was present giving out blankets and coffee.
15. The only life lost was our dog’s.
16. The journals made it through the fire.
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THE WHITE EAGLE MOVES HIS NEST
Years later, the White Eagle moved His nest from Pore’s Knob. (Notice the nest in the top of the trees). At that time I did not know eagles moved their nests… ’moved’ may be slightly inaccurate… abandoned may be the better of the two words. Eagles abandon one nest and build another. They do so for many reasons: availability of food, encroaching danger, etc.
The nest the Lord assembled on the ridge was placed in the top branches of an invisible tree He had planted on the spot several years before. The roots of the tree went down into the blue granite rock of the mountain. In the 1980’s Bob Jones had opened a vortex at that very spot and God Himself had plunged a flaming sword into the heart of the mountain to be used by those of His choosing.
THE 2008 VISION:
The vision shown here is right from my journal of 2008. I realize that a typed text would be easier to read – but allowing you to see the text as and when it was written includes you in a slice of Christian history.
The small print on either side of the picture is my early attempt to express what the colors meant to me at that time. On this day in 2008, the Lord added a rainbow to the vortex Bob Jones opened years before.
Copy of the vision right from the journal of 2008:
SPRING IN MORAVIAN FALLS
Early spring in the mountains. We are showing you two pictures of the flowering tree because we are trying to feature the bird’s nest in the crook of the limbs. (You really need to look to see it.)
The third picture shows you a bit of a flower bed and the mountains beyond.
ALL TIME IS PRESENT ABOVE
Past, present and future are all present in heaven. I am including the following heavenly experience, for it illustrates this very truth. The spirits speak of their actions in the revelation as if relating to the future – when actually – they are speaking of our (my husband and my) rather recent past.
Let me explain:
When my husband and I were in Kansas City we were allowed to work with a ministry that hoped to bring the pastors together for prayer on a regular basis. Albert and I and the head of this ministry began this outreach with the three of us praying daily. The whole process is too lengthy to detail here (for the revelation being shown does not deal with the process whereby that was accomplished, but the fact that it actually was accomplished.) The Lord graciously allowed us to reach out to the pastors of seventy-two denominations. These pastors came together for prayer once a month in a large ballroom of the main downtown hotel in Kansas City.
There were many, many more pastors than just the seventy-two representing the denominations. The fellowship and prayer of these pastors brought the city together into a loving, cooperative and I must say, blessed unity . . . and the Lord graciously allowed us to be a part of this glorious experience.
However, the spirits referred to the experience as if it were “on the horizon”: a time coming – not a period of time that we had already lived through on earth.
The Lord, therefore – through this unique experience in heaven – illustrated the truth that all is present above.
[The faint picture is from my journal. Remember these journals passed through a fire that destroyed our home and then took 3 months to dry out from the water the firemen poured on the containers that held them.]
It was then that I heard the sound of singing, faintly at first. It was the sort of singing you might hear if your mother was making bread in the kitchen on a cold winter’s day. I turned toward the sound and saw a bright light. In the center of this light sat a group of spirits.
The path lay right near them. I stepped onto the path to approach them.
The light was as white and intense as the “incubating” light in the parts department. Within the light, four spirits sat together working. Intermittently each would reach up and take a blue ribbon from the air as it floated into the light. The ribbons also seemed charged with light as the spirits began to roll them onto large, silver spools. Then, with the ribbons wrapped, they would place the spools onto equally large, silver spindles that were suspended in midair.
THE SPIRITS AT WORK
These spirits were not solid in appearance. They were closer to being transparent, but a bluish-silver light outlined their forms. Their shape was that of human beings. However, the light in which they worked made it difficult to see their facial features distinctly.
They did not seem to notice me as they sang together while they worked:
Every little seam,
Every little seam
Sewn with the thread of life;
Every little seam
Joins the living stream
Flowing to the river of life.
Then without turning they acknowledged me. “Hello, Anna,” a spirit spoke from all that light. “Watching?”
“Yes,” I said.
“We are getting the ribbons together for sewing. They represent the various streams that flow from the great river of life and back into it, even as the waters on Earth flow in and out but do not overwhelm the land.”1
“These streams are God’s people,” another spirit said.2 “They come from Him and flow back to Him, the great Source.”
“But they need to be sewn together,” another said, looking toward me as if suggesting my participation.
“I’m not a very good seamstress,” I laughed lightly.
“The needle here is the sword not of man.3 The streams are being sown together by the Spirit of God Himself so that the Father might rejoice to see His city filled with those who love His Son and one another. Even the city itself is made glad.”4
“You are called to sew with such a needle, Anna,” the first spirit said. “That we do know.”
“We are placing the spools of ribbon on spindles so that they will unravel easily when ready to be brought together,” the fourth spirit added.
“Is there some significance to placing them on spindles?” I asked.
OIL FROM HEAVEN
The spirits smiled at one another and sang:
There is oil in the spindles,
Oil right from God.
There is oil from the Spirit of God.
There is oil like a gusher,
Oil from the sky,
Oil that’s been hidden until now.5
Hum – hum, oil from on high,
Oil that’s been hidden until now.
One of the spirits turned to me and said, “These ribbons are being placed on spindles for you and others who will use the sword as a needle to prepare for the gusher.”
Then they sang:
Sew the streams together
And catch the sacred oil;
And, oh, let it not be
Used for the profane.
“Your Father has the answers to the questions in your heart,” the third spirit smiled. “We are those who wrap the spools and put them onto the spindles.”
RIBBONS OF BLUE
“They are all blue ribbons,” I said.
“Yes, each became a stream when revelation came concerning a great truth about our God. But a truth about Him is not Him,” the first spirit added. “Although the ribbons are being wrapped on individual spools, they are about to be sown together into a river like the river of life from which they came.”
“As we see the Lord bringing into completion all things relating to these times and seasons, we rejoice to be a part of His great roundup,” the second spirit smiled.
[Notes relating to this vision may be found in the section: TEACHING.]
GIFTS FROM DADDY
I am trying to the best of my ability, to share with you steps in the spiritual process above. We all have gifts and all those gifts come from our Heavenly Father. But how are they received?
That process – which is occurring in the spiritual realm – is rarely seen. I thought you might be edified by seeing the reception of two gifts from my Heavenly Father. Not that all gifts are given nor received in the same way. But at least this is a glance through the opened veil, in hopes that you may grow in greater understanding. And since the Lord wants you to grow in greater understanding, I am blessed to share with you what I can.
1. The first is from my journal of December 31, 1994. This is right after my eyes were opened to see into the spiritual realm.
2. The second experience comes from the entry in my journal of April 26, 1995 . . . four months after my eyes were opened. I hope you are able to read these pages. I never dreamed they would be seen and therefore was recording for my eyes only. But I share them with you with an open hand, praying that the Lord benefits you.
Starting the New Year Right
There are some New Year’s resolutions that, not only clear the way for our going forward, but also light rockets beneath our godly resolve. But we might review:
1. Repentance for any known (and unknown) sins.
2. Forgiveness given to all (it is not in our job description to hold grudges – thereby holding others in bondage… as well as ourselves).
3. Review our priorities.
The following revelation occurred in heaven twenty years ago. Here the Lord helps me to reevaluate my priorities… a painful, but liberating lesson.
Vision Within the Garden
Suddenly I heard someone clearing His throat in order to call attention to His presence. I looked up. Jesus was sitting in the large apricot tree. “My Lord,” I said in amazement, “what are You doing up there?”
“I am up a tree, Anna,” He said.
I laughed. “What are You doing up a tree?”
“You want Me up here,” He replied.
“I want You up a tree?” I laughed, for I thought He was joking.
“Yes,” He answered. “I am localized, and you know where I am. You can come to the base of the tree and ask Me questions, and then go about your life. I am in a portion of your heart, but I do not have free access to the whole garden.”
I was cut to the quick. I swallowed hard. “Come down, my Lord,” I said. “Forgive me. These mysteries are so exciting…well, forgive me that…”
“…that you have begun to use Me?” He asked, jumping down from the tree.
“The very thing I have hated, I am doing,” I said.
He walked toward me. “What do you want of Me, Anna? Information? There is a vast supply. Is that what you want?”
“No, of course not,” I replied. “These mysteries are so …”
“…titillating?” He asked.
“Well, they are …”
“…seductive?” He added.
“Yes,” I affirmed.
“But they are part of Me – and you have been given all of Me. It seems a poor exchange.”
“Oh, my Friend,” I continued, “forgive me. I love You and want to be with You. I want You to have access to the entire garden.”
“You are called to know mysteries, Anna, but not to use Me,” He said.
To Still the Soul
I was speechless. When years before, I had decided to pursue the Lord earnestly, I withdrew my senses from the overstimulation of worldly input. I felt that I needed to still my soul if I wanted Him to come knocking at my heart.
The withdrawal from keeping myself entertained with the world was exceedingly painful. But now the Lord was saying that I had replaced the worldly with spiritual entertainment – desiring more and more spiritual knowledge – a subtler and less objectionable substitute, but still a substitute for Him. I did not know what to say. I was stunned.
He took me by the arm and guided me gently to the rim of the fountain. “Sit down,” He said quietly. He sat beside me. I looked into His face. The beauty and dearness of those eyes were beyond compare. He took my hand and held it.
A True Friend
“My Anna,” He said, “be a true friend to Me, as I am to you. I want you to desire My company. I am a King, but I desire to be with you, as any lover would long to be with the one he loves. I do not command your love; I humbly ask for it. I do not dictate that you be with Me. I long for you to seek Me. There I wait for you, Anna.”
I dropped my head. “Lord,” I said, “I am selfish. I am using You for my own pleasure.”
Even a King
He lifted my chin. “Anna, look at Me,” He said. “Even a King wishes to be loved for Himself, not for the gifts He bestows.” He smiled at me. “If you do not enjoy being with Me now, why do you believe you will enjoy My company for eternity?” He looked down at my hand. “The pursuer wants to be pursued also,” He said gently.
He looked up and then over to the gate. “Have you ever thought of standing at the entrance to the garden with the gate opened, waiting for Me?”
“No,” I replied.
“You have expected Me to travel the entire distance to you. Do you not think I would be pleased to have you waiting, with part of the distance covered so that we might see each other sooner?”
“Yes,” I said quietly.
He smiled at me. “Come, My love, let us walk.” He helped me to rise and put His arm around my waist. We began to walk the path that circles the garden. “I have called you to Myself,” He said looking down at me. “Few understand what this means.1 Would you like to know, Anna?”
“Yes,” I said tentatively. “I say this in fear and trembling because I fear not getting something I want.”
He laughed. “I know this. What does that say about our relationship?”
“It sounds like I do not trust You,” I said.
“That is what it sounds like,” He agreed.
“Is it true?”
“Yes,” He replied.
“Well, Lord, help me!” I pleaded. “I want to trust You.”
“My wonderful girl,” He said, “My love. Do you not understand? My desire is for you. My passions burn with eternal fires.2 No mere tear could quench them. It would take the tears from eternity, and still the fire of My passion for you would not be quenched.3 Why would you not trust the One who loves you as I love?”
I could not answer. I did not know why I did not abandon myself to God. I shook my head. “Who am I to deserve such love?”
“You are chosen for Me by My Father,” He said earnestly. “With wisdom that is beyond wisdom, He has chosen you.”4
“Then increase my desire to be with You,” I said, “to desire You more than an anointing or spiritual knowledge or…” I could not think fast enough to enumerate. I shook my head in frustration and then blurted out: “I love You.” I clung to Him, burying my face in His chest. “You are the dearest Friend I have …I love You!”
He placed His arms around me lovingly. “My own,” He said. He dropped His head back and laughed as in pain mixed with joy. Then, bringing His head to mine, He spoke softly, “Anna, Anna.” There was great pain in His voice. “Please do not do this again.” He held me trembling. “Anna, do not do this again.”
I had hurt Him deeply by treating Him presumptuously, casually – like someone with whom I had to deal in order to receive that which was my primary interest. But He loved me. He wanted my company and wanted me to desire His. That which is the deepest desire of every human heart was mine, and I was seeking secondary rewards.
My heart began to break. The pain was excruciating. The garden responded also. The smell of myrrh flooded the area. I glanced at the myrrh tree. Red tears of the aromatic gum were slipping from the heart of the wood.5
I pulled back, holding Him at arm’s length, looking into His eyes. “My God, my God,” I said. “I am not worthy of You. I cannot even respond correctly to the depth of Your love. Ishi, if You do not give to me a love that matches Yours in intensity…” The pain in my heart was so severe that I could not finish the sentence.6 With all that was in me I pushed past the extreme pain to cry out, “Oh, please help me to love You as You love me. I am willing, Lord, but I cannot do this myself.7 You must do this through me! Please!”
To be “up a tree” means to be in a difficult situation.
The Levites, including the priests, were called by God and set apart to stand before Him as a holy remnant. They were to belong to Him in order that He might bless the rest of the Israelites (Deut. 10:8; Num. 1:53).
God took them for Himself to be wholly given to Him (Num. 8:15-16).
There is a Hebrew word used only three times in Scripture that means “intense longing” such as the longing of the Son for each betrothed one who was created for Him. When the bride realizes this, she uses that word when she says, “I am my beloveds, and his desire [longing] is for me” (Song of Sol. 7:10).
The bark of the myrrh tree is pieced so that the gum from the heartwood oozes out and hardens in red drops called “tears”. These are crushed to make the spice myrrh.
Ishi is a Hebrew word meaning “my husband”.
At this glorious season of the year, may the miracle, who is Christ, fill your hearts.
It has been such a joy to pray for you. I do not think you can pray daily for someone – and their families – without growing to love them.
What a tender and blessed eternal family our Lord has brought us into – and, we have eternity to enjoy one another… as well as our Heavenly Father, – His Son, our eternal husband – and the Holy Spirit, our eternal Friend.
Thank you for the kindness you have shown to me.
My wonderful brothers and sisters in Christ, I will continue (the Lord being my helper) to share with you the Lord’s training right from my journals – and also, to pray for you daily… and often all through the day.
You are on my heart. May your prayers be answered.
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BIRDS OF PARADISE
The Lord is always full of inventive ways to prepare His children for Kingdom service. Sometimes the message arrives years ahead of time – when the person has absolutely no idea what the message means.
Such is the case with the following revelation. This was given twenty years ago: October 19, 1975.
The Lord was sharing a secret with me. He was preparing me for a time to come [which actually, proved to be two years hence], when He would call me to write of heaven.]
I am sharing this revelation with you so that you might look again at the clues in your own lives: for He shares subtle signs with us all. He may be giving you “Previews” of things to come.
I was in paradise and angels flew up presenting bouquets of flowers to me. In their hands the bouquets became cabbages – (cabbages are an edible food) and out from these cabbages flew birds of paradise. They perched in the air and began to sing.
An angel said: “The Birds of paradise sing the sweetest song in Paradise. Would you like one to take home to earth?”
I replied: “I have no way of caring for it. It’s better that it stays here in its native home.”
The angel said: “You are a bird of paradise but called to sing Heaven’s song on earth. You’ll sing of your true home and hardened hearts will be moved. You will sing of your true home and it will be like a travel log. The Birds of Paradise sing the sweetest songs about Paradise. Many will hear and look up.”
The birds sang:
“Sing beautiful bird of paradise:
Sing of treasure untold,
Sing of the riches in Christ Himself,
Sing of your heavenly home.”
The birds flew back into the cabbages and the cabbages turned into bouquets of flowers which the angels handed to me.
THE ANGEL OF OBEDIENCE
This revelation was given on Simhat Torah (the opening of the Torah) 1995 – 20 years ago.
As I hastened, I heard the voice of Jesus say very clearly, “Obedience, Anna.”
I stopped in my tracks.
He continued, “I delight to show you your heavenly home, but for your safety, you must be trained in obedience.1 There are grave dangers.2 All doors to the enemy must be shut.”
As I stood in wonder at the gravity of what He had said, an angel appeared on the path beside me.
The angel began talking to me as though he were continuing some conversation we had already begun, gesturing with his hand toward God’s park. “All of this is for the children of God, but you, Anna, have chosen to eat from the hand of God. You must love your Father enough to choose obedience rather than gratifications on Earth.3 Choose Him minute by minute. You are careless with His gifts, and you are careless with His love for you.”
His overfamiliarity stunned me, as well as his knowledge of a decision I had only recently made, but yes, I was careless. As the Lord had drawn me into a deeper walk with Him, those things permissible a year or even a month ago were now no longer allowable. Somehow I could no longer get by with them, but I still lapsed into many of these faults.
THE THOUGHT LIFE
Elusive sins caused me to pay a high price in my relationship with the Lord. I thought to myself, “Let the wicked forsake his way and the unrighteous man his thoughts4”. I had moved from the “way” category to the “thoughts.” My mind did not focus on unforgiveness or covetousness or such obvious sins. My sins now were in engaging my mind in some area where I was not called, or in letting my mind dwell on the past, or in making a judgement that was out of my boundary of responsibility.
My life had become very constrained indeed.5 If I walked without turning to the right or the left, I remained in the flow of God’s grace. Any thoughts that were “vain in their imaginations” caused my mind to run in grooves around a track.6 Such thoughts were driven by tormentors, it seemed.7 But I found that I could stop them by repeatedly catching myself and halting the train of thought as I began to think on such vain thoughts.
Of course, these thoughts would tiptoe back in, needing to be run out time and time again. Therefore I was halting them and throwing them out, standing against them with my will, as if my shoulder were against the door of access.
Still, I was careless, as he had said, and was mentally running around many tracks in torment and weariness until each thought was taken captive to Christ.8 Earlier in my life with Christ, my mind could usually do as it pleased, but not now.9 Narrow and narrower was the way, but in this obedience to His Word was life.
THE ANGEL SHAMA
Without missing a beat, the angel on the path beside me said, “I am Shama.”10
I saw no reason to give my name, for he seemed to know almost as much about me as I did myself.
“Shall we walk?” he continued.
Almost stumbling, I moved forward.
He had long, straight, silver hair that was caught at the base of his head and hung down on his back. He was very muscular, and although his hair was silver, he looked perhaps forty. He wore a full-length white robe, which looked as though it had been stained with blood or the juice of red grapes. This stain was on the hem of the robe and on the cuffs of the long sleeves, discoloring the garment to the knees and elbows.
“You delight in God,” he continued. “I have watched you and have seen that you desire nearness to Him. However, do you not know that disobedience creates a wall between you and Him?11 It is a wall of your own making because you cannot curb your natural desires. He will replace with Himself every delight you push away, Anna.”12 In looking at me, his eyes caught sight of a hill slightly beyond us. “Come with me,” he said.
As we walked up the hill, he continued, “There is a type of suffering in obedience, but the rewards far, far outweigh the pain.”13
THE PROTOTYPES ABOVE
From the top of the hill, we could see a broad plain below. Herds of various kinds of creatures were grazing; among them were prehistoric animals.14
My hands went to my face in amazement.
“Heaven itself is like an ark, Anna,” he said. “These animals do not have resurrected bodies but were part of the heavenly kingdom before the earth was created.”
“Magnificent,” I whispered.
“Aren’t they?” he said, observing the scene. Then, almost with a sigh he continued, “Let’s return to the path.” He was slightly ahead of me going down the hill, and he assisted me with the incline.
“Do you have hair?” I asked him.
“It looks like hair,” he said. “We are creatures of light. We are spirit, Anna. We are not flesh and blood as humans are. Some of us in service to the King look like humans, but some do not.”15
We returned to the path and continued to walk. “We can change our appearance,” the angel said, “whereas you cannot. We are known by the essence of what we are, not by the outward appearance. On earth this is often reversed, is it not? Humans often dwell upon appearances.”
“You seem to know me,” I queried.
“I know you better than you know me,” the angel laughed.
THE STAINED ROBE
“Why is your robe stained on the bottom and on the sleeves?”
“I am called to assist in child training – the kind that squeezes the child – like being in a wine press.16 These,” he looked down at the stains, “are visible signs of the child’s development. The more stains, the greater the work has progressed within the child. Obedience is not learned easily, Anna. Some on Earth never learn it.”
“Are you an angel assigned to help train me?” I asked.
“I am assigned to you.”
“Helping to train people in obedience cannot be a pleasant job.”
The angel replied, “It is of great significance to the Father and absolutely necessary. By this time in your life, my robe should be entirely stained and my face and hands dripping, but there are only stains on the hem and sleeves. So may I suggest that you are hindering your growth through known disobedience. Immediate gratification can never replace serving the Lord with a whole heart. Such obedience releases joys untold.”
I looked out over the landscape, letting the truths he was sharing work within me. “I have sinned,” I said quietly.17 I did not wish to seem glib, but I did wish to show a willingness to repent promptly. “I ask the Lord to forgive me.”
He put his arm around my shoulder and jostled me, as a coach might a football player. “And you know He does. This is a good day for new beginnings,” he smiled. Then he removed his arm and looked ahead solemnly.
“I thank you for your patience and for helping me. I can see you are a powerful angel. If you were a human, I would say you ‘worked out.’ ”
“We do ‘work out,’ ” he laughed heartily, “but our workout comes from wrestling with humans. 18 I look as I do because you have given me so much resistance through your flesh. So,” he laughed, “you might say I do ‘work out.’ I would suggest that you turn this very day so that my work out is less strenuous. Delight yourself in God, Anna, and reduce my exercise program,” he smiled.
Then he sobered rapidly. “Nothing, no one can compare to Him,” he said. “Speaking for those of us who are assigned to you,” he continued haltingly, almost as if he was going to reveal something deeply personal, “we would like to get a little closer to God.” He almost stammered, “If it were only us, we would; but much depends upon you concerning that.”19 He seemed so embarrassed by what he had said that he vanished.
SIDE NOTES TO THIS SECTION
The natural or earthly self is the greatest hindrance to following the Lord; therefore, it must be set aside (Matt. 16:24).
The enemy has erected his fortress in our natural minds in the form of man-centered attitudes, speculations, and beliefs (2 Cor. 10:4-5). From these citadels his demons can deceive and torment the believer, as happened to the slave with the unforgiving attitude in Jesus’ parable (Matt. 18:33-35).
The name Shama is a Hebrew word meaning “to hear with the intent to be obedient.”
Jesus in His human nature “learned obedience from the things which He suffered” (Heb. 5:8). Faith was perfected in Him as He endured the rejection and betrayal of those He came to save.
Celestial beings have bodies of spirit instead of physical matter; therefore they are able to appear or disappear (Judg. 6:12, 21) or to change their outward appearance (Exod. 3:2) as needed.
The heavenly host is watching how we believers on Earth run the course of obedience in Christ Jesus (Heb. 12:1).
NOTES CONCERNING THIS REVELATION ARE UNDER THE SECTION CALLED “TEACHING”.
WHAT AN AMAZING SUMMER
So much has been accomplished. So much decided.
1. The new office is completed for my assistant, Tammy. We enclosed the car port, (I had the furniture already and most of the office equipment).
2. My own office, I turned over to my other assistant Jackie. The pictures on the wall were drawn by children who attended the prayer meetings in the past.
3. Instead of laboring outside by growing a garden, we were able to turn our attention to the inside because we joined others resting the land in accordance with the Jewish Shemittah. This September 13th will mark the end of the one year period of rest. Therefore, we will uncover the raised beds and plant fall/winter crops.
4. I moved my office downstairs – converting a bedroom into an office space.
Oh, what a glorious summer.
AND NOW FOR A MASTER’S CLASS IN DREAM INTERPRETATION:
Again, the dream and the interpretation are right from my journals of 20 years ago. The dream is simple and could relate to the body of Christ as well as to me alone. But Bob Jones’ interpretation of the dream is highly instructive. Here is Bob at the height of his prophetic gifting. I have shared with you his interpretation of a vision. Now, here is Bob Jones as he interprets a dream. (The interpretation will be shown in the TEACHING section of the web page.)
THE LORD SHARING SECRETS
The Lord does share secrets with us. In this vision He shares with me part of the future.
The entire vision is lavender—which means it deals with the nearness to our Father and then, what He intends to impart to others because of that nearness. This vision was given on June 12th 1995…or twenty years ago. I did not understand it until later.
Page #9 Walking with Jesus in the garden: intimacy.
Page #10 This would produce fruit that would tell of the Lord.
Page # 11 The Three balls mean The Father, The Son and the Holy Spirit…all three will be shown in no special order. The Sword is for writing. All three will be shown in writing.
Page #12 The Lord Himself tells me to write about our heavenly family.
Page #13 I will record the lyrics of the angels also. These will go into a book.
Page #l4 The Lord spoke: “Do not wonder. Only do it.” The fruit from the relationship will be caught on the wind of the Spirit and go out as a witness to Him.
VISION OF THE MOUNTAIN
June 28, 1995
I will show you the first page of this vision from the journal. However, I will type the other parts of the vision…( The print is much too damaged from the fire to be read easily as it is.) The revelation is not only something that is occurring in the natural realm right now, but also in the spiritual realm. But the main reason for showing you this vision is to allow Bob Jones to interpret it—thereby teaching you in the same manner that he taught me. The interpretation is in the section called: TEACHING. [Just a side note: Remember I told you that it was 20 years after I was saved that the heavens opened for me (1975-1995). Now it has been 20 years since the heavens opened (1995-2015). Forty years since salvation. Since major markers happen in my particular life in 20 year cycles, I am looking forward to the next exciting step.]
The text of the vision:
The mountain was covered with red and blue flowers with golden stamens.
I could see myself and others falling from a great distance into the center of the flowers. As for myself, I fell again and again. I do not know if the others were the same people falling over and over again or not. The landing was soft and no one seemed afraid. I was not afraid to see myself fall such a distance into these flowers.
At first, the people fell like a few drops of rain. Then they came down like a down-pour. They were caught in these flowers—but now, the people spilled over the flower petals and began to run all over the earth. On them there was pollen from the large flowers on the mountain.
Where their feet stepped as they ran, a flower was left in the foot prints. The rain of people was only on that mountain, but those coming down covered the earth. Then—flowers, like those on the mountain covered the earth. These flowers were red and blue also.
Then I saw an angel with a horn flying in the heavens. When the horn was blown, the flowers closed and stood on their feet…a very great army. The earth shook for they marched in time with one another and the vibration of the marching shook the whole earth.
The earth began to crack apart from the marching. But still they marched—taking little heed to the earth crumbling beneath them. Then a mighty song began to come forth from this army:
LET EARTH SING PRAISES TO OUR GOD,
LET ALL OF HEAVEN DECLARE,
LET UNIVERSES BOW TO HIM
WHO SITS UPON THE THRONE.
Chorus: FOREVER, OH OUR GOD AND KING
FOREVER MAY YOU REIGN
FOREVER LET THE WORLDS DECLARE
THE GLORY OF YOUR NAME.
The army on earth looked up for the heavenly host was joining in the chorus when they sang the song again.
Then lightning flashed from horizon to horizon and thunder rolled and the aurora burst across the whole sky. From its flaming center, Christ on a white horse and a mounted army rode forth.
Cheers came from the army on earth. Cheers answered them from heaven.
The final battle was about to begin.
CHRISTIAN HISTORY WHILE YOU ARE LIVING IT: BOB JONES
It has taken me a little time to realize that-actually-I may be a historian. The books that I wrote before I began seeing into heaven are both history books. Indeed, all that I have given to you in the spiritual realm is true…true spiritual history. Now, I wish to start sharing sections of Bob Jones’ ”life”interviews. These were taped over a year’s period of time twenty-three years ago. They, also, are true Christian history. There may be day to day happenings relating to life, but also, there are the amazing spiritual encounters he experienced-starting as a small child.
I believe we are far enough along in this work that portions of the story may be related. I have been seeking our Father’s heart and mind about how He would want these vital revelations to be shared with His children. Freely, our friend, Bob Jones gave my husband and I permission to relate his story. Freely, Mike Bickle (under whose authority Bob had placed himself at that time) gave us his permission as well.
WHY HAS IT TAKEN SO LONG?
First, all the tapes needed to be put into CDs so that they could be transcribed. Then, secondly, the CDs needed to go through the laborious and time consuming process of being transcribed. In each case, I have multiple and huge notebooks containing either CDs or transcriptions.
I cannot tell you how much material we have because as soon as we got to Bob’s house in Independence each recording session, we turned on the tape recorder and ran it ”full-out” the entire time we were with him. Thereby, we recorded EVERYTHING from the first ”hello” to going out to eat afterwards.
There is too much material to place in a story, but as an archival repository of a great prophet and as a slice of Christian history, every comma and period is of great importance.
With the Lord’s help, I plan to start sharing small sections of the (raw) transcriptions. These transcriptions are taken down in dialect. [Bob grew up in Arkansas. His father was a share-cropper-and his father, mother, and all three of the brothers worked the fields.]
I feel that by sharing the transcriptions “as is” you are there with us-actually participating in history. [Since news now days seems so manipulated that I- personally- do not know if what I am hearing is true or a fictionalized facsimile of what is actually going on, I thought you might enjoy the unvarnished truth....even if reading it proved to be a bit awkward.]
The transcription is in the TEACHING section of the web-site. May our Lord bless you in the reading of it.
THE EXPANSION OF THE PRAYER ROOM
After one year waiting for the contractor and three months of construction the expansion to the prayer room is finished. Mercy, how needed it has been and is. I will show you the way the room began—with the hummingbird feeders hanging outside on the porch—to the piano in the corner of the expansion and much more seating area. Along the way, I acquired rugs on sale, sale sofas and tables. I have been storing them for some time. But now, here they are. The room is completed. To God be the glory and thanks.
Dear brothers and sisters in Christ, in these days, we, the body of Christ, are in great need of zeal. Many of us have been comfortable and apathetic for too long—and the enemy has pressed his advantage by being devious, sly and persistent. We, on the other hand, have been lulled to sleep—hypnotized by the pretties of this world: beautiful clothes, beautiful homes, and (in the West) plentiful food. We have repented around the edges and let the substance slide.
We have been using our heavenly Father like an indulgent parent that will give us anything we want because He loves us and delights in giving us the desires of our heart—and we have many, many desires. Dear ones, we are meant to grow up and seek Him for Himself alone. We are meant to turn from our own titillations to delight in giving Him the desires of His heart.
The Lord has given us jobs down here. We are not to set up lawn chairs and watch the parade pass by as we wave little flags and shout “yeah, Jesus.”
Are we so apathetic that we do not want to see Him rip open the heavens and step down—splitting the forests as He manifests among us? Are we so desensitized by the constant drone of evil from all over the world that we are slowly being cooked like a frog in heated water? Dear God, are we the ones for whom Christ died so that we might be His witnesses here on earth? Or are we still gumming Pablum—and so hungry to be liked by everyone that while our brothers and sisters are being beheaded, limply we refuse to take a stand for Christ?
Oh God, help us to cry out to You for a zeal that sets us aflame and burns away the compromise of petty niceties, for the pure, burning truth of Christ.
How say we now as we come to the end of this age? For my part, I have been hoping that the Holy Spirit would stir—and then stir again– zeal within me. I want to break through to a higher level of passion for Christ. I want to be more focused—with a forehead of flint. I want to run to my own personal lintel field and be counted worthy to take a stand for Christ.
The Holy Spirit is bestirring Himself and we need to ask our Lord for a love and zeal that consumes us—even as it did our Lord.
I GET BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS…
Several months ago the Lord spoke to me an unusual request. He asked me to pray for three angels. (He did not say if these were angels assigned to me personally, or for all angels within that specific category).
Two things about that request surprised me:
1. That He asked me to pray for angels at all (whether personally assigned to me or a general category such as Cherubs….of which there are several types.)
2. And that I had never seen these particular angels.
The request surprised me, for I said to myself: “If the Lord is asking me to pray for these angels (let us just assume for this discussion that these are angels assigned to me personally) then there is almost a lifetime that I have never considered angels as having needs—and certainly not praying that those needs be met.”
Oh, I had often asked the Lord to send angels to protect me or others or that He send them to help me in some way—but I had never considered standing before the Lord in their behalf as I might a human.
Why, I wondered had I not prayed for them? I knew that they were extremely helpful in all manner of ways. I personally (actually) knew that they had different and unique personalities—and I had been blessed with the gift of—not only seeing—but of knowing a number of angels rather well. Why had I not considered praying for their needs? I suppose I simply looked upon them as too mighty or as servants of my Father (we are all servants of our Father, even as our Lord Jesus)—and not as they actually presented themselves—which was as friends…spiritual friends, that’s true, but friends. Granted, most of us do not see them (as yet); but all of us know of their helpfulness. The Holy Spirit is not seen either, but we know Him as Friend.
WHO ARE THESE ANGELS?
The Lord asked me to pray for the angels: CONTINUING PRAYER, GRATITUTE, and THANKFULNESS.
The dictionary defines “gratitude” as a feeling of thankfulness, appreciation for favors or benefits received or a warm appreciative response to kindness.
The dictionary defines “thankfulness” as a state or quality of being thankful—impressed with a sense of kindness received and ready to acknowledge it.
Therefore gratitude is a “feeling” and thankfulness a “response” to that feeling.
MY RESPONSE TO GOD’S REQUEST
Therefore, several months ago I began to beseech the Lord on their behalf.
I asked the Lord to:
1. Bless them
2. Empower them
3. Anoint them
4. To give them wisdom
9. To prosper the work of their hands
10. To give to them zeal in serving Him
11. To help them have success in the tasks that He gives to them—and
12. Great joy in doing these tasks.
Although I have been blessed to see many angels, to this day, I have never seen CONTINUING PRAYER, GRATITUDE and THANKFULNESS. But because I pray for them daily, I feel that I know them.
I asked the Lord to extend these requests to cover all the angels assigned to me or to my family members. Goodness, I want all the angels serving the Lord by assisting me to have all that they need for their work—and, hopefully, to enjoy their assignments.
A CHANGED ATTITUDE
Praying for these three angels (and indeed all the angels assigned to me or my family members) has changed my attitude toward the angels themselves. I think of them now as friends—spiritual friends. They are so helpful to us, I am glad to give my time to ask the Lord to help them and to bless them for their service to us.
I am not suggesting to you that you should pray in this fashion—because prayer is a very personal communication between you and the Lord. I am merely sharing a request made to me—which in many ways has changed my life. I only hope that sharing with you this extraordinary turn around in my own attitude toward angels, might—in some way—help you.
We get by with a little help from our friends….It is possible that “help” might go both ways–friendship certainly does.
A TIME FOR HOPE
We have seen, heard and prayed concerning disaster after disaster all over the world. Most are unable to miss knowing of the dreadful events that are occurring almost everywhere. I’m sure that all of us will continue to “put our shoulder” against the evil that the Lord calls us to address in prayer. But what is our Heavenly Father doing? What of His children? We also know that He that sits in the heavens laughs. It seems to me that we need to join Him in that response, also. We need to pray, to laugh and we need to hope. These pages are right from my journal. I do hope that they bless you as much as they blessed me. May they give you hope. PRAISE TO OUR LORD, JESUS CHRIST.
Because of this blessed and hallowed season of the year, I wish to share with you a vision that was given to me by the Lord in 2008. Prophecies, like fine wine must cure. Usually they do not reach the fullness of time for their manifestation immediately. This one was given six years ago—which means that in 2015 it will enter the seventh year and, I truly believe, the time for OLD PROMISES to be fulfilled. The pages are right from my journal of 2008. Mark well, for it is not only the fullness of time for old promises made to me and to my ancestors—but to you and to your ancestors. The angels and the Great Cloud of Witnesses are watching with great anticipation.
THE ARRIVAL OF THE ANGEL TUTOR
Even angels must learn. This is the first time I had seen and talked to TUTOR. He tutors material written on instructional tablets. The tablet that was given to me said only one thing: DO THE FIRST-FIRST. Usually, I noticed, these tablets were given to angels assigned to the area.
These are my journal pages of February 11, 2008.
HOW I AM TRYING TO HELP
At Hanukkah 1994 when the heavens opened to me—according to the prophetic word of Bob Jones and many other prophets for twenty years before—I asked the Lord that I be able to write down exactly what He or an angel was saying. I knew that my memory was not retentive enough to go through an experience and then accurately write down the experience afterwards. Also, I did not want to write “the gist” of what was said or “sort-of-what-was- said” as I remembered it. Those encounters and those messages related through them were too important to me. (Now remember, I did not know that the Lord was going to ask me to write a book or books from the experiences—seeking accuracy was an act of honoring what was said and who said it.) I wanted to be exact in writing down the accounts.
WHAT I ASKED THE LORD
I told the Lord—after the first visit to heaven—that I did not think as He thought or speak as He spoke and therefore I asked Him if I could be “in the experience” and then glance down to write . (This is not “automatic” writing where one’s eyes are closed and one is writing without looking. No, I am looking down at the pad on which I am writing and then reentering the experience. I am not writing well, since it is not given much emphasis in the recording process. However, it is exact.) He allowed me to record the experiences in this manner.
Spiritual language is very different from communication between humans on earth. Part of it is heard, part seen and part is imparted directly to one’s spirit. Therefore, to clearly understand that which is being said, the hearer must wait until all three components come together cleanly and firmly.
For this reason, often I could only put down a few words or a half a sentence at a time. I might put down the beginning of a sentence and have no idea where that sentence was going or how it would end. I was merely recording as carefully as I could.
I am sharing with you the recording process because even though I was going to heaven daily, my husband did not. However, by reading my daily experiences, he grew spiritually at the same pace as the one being taught in heaven.
Therefore, both he and I learned a great truth. That is—if you read the exact words that are spoken by an angel, those words carry a spiritual weight with them. They accelerate spiritual growth whether one is in heaven or on earth.
As I have said, I did not keep the journals in order to write books. However, when the Lord asked me to share the experiences in the first book, He asked that I simply take them right from the journals—exactly. He selected the experiences that He wished me to share. (You see, I was going to heaven daily and all of the experiences could not be included.) My Heavenly Father chose the material He wanted to share through the journals. I simply put them side by side into the manuscript.
Therefore, those who read the books are being given the opportunity to grow spiritually in the very same way that we (my husband and I) were allowed to grow.
THE WEB SITE
Through this web-site—hopefully–I am continuing to add to these experiences.
I am giving to you the deepest experiences and most profound truths imparted to me–in the great hope that these will help you to grow—even as they helped us to grow.
We know that an impartation may be given by the laying on of hands. Also, many have heard of or have received an impartation through someone blowing on them. The Bible, Acts 5:15-16, tells of people being placed in the street so that Peter’s shadow might fall on the sick and those tormented by “unclean spirits.” In Acts 19:11 and 12 we read of pieces of cloth being carried from Paul to the ill. In heaven, there is another means also. I tell of this in HEAVEN AWAITS THE BRIDE, chapter six, page 52. I am showing you the drawings from the experience that depicts that impartation. It took place on May 15, 1995. The pictures are from my personal journal.
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I want to share with you some of the summer in the mountains….mainly because beginning in the latter part of September the land here will begin its Biblical year of rest until mid-September of 2015. Also, the room in which we meet to pray (hopefully) will be expanded by next year. We will move out the wall and take in the porch. Also, a piano has been ordered for worship. I thought you might be interested in seeing where we pray for you. I will list the pictures as they will appear:
1. Salvia in the front bed.
2. The gazebo on a misty morning.
3. Blue morning -glories.
4. Hummingbird feeders on a misty morning. We feed at least 40 of them.
5. The wall that (hopefully) will be moved out to make room for the intercessors.
6. The chairs opposite the sofa.
7. Some of the produce in the garden….huge.
8. Baby, the Australian Blue Heeler…(a great dog)
9. The birdbath in the Spring (a) and then,(b) the flowers of Summer
DO WE ENCOUNTER SERAPHIM ON EARTH?
Thank heavens, we do. Here is one such case in our present day. I had seen the Seraphim at a distance and, it seems, asked the Lord if I might see one more closely. This encounter was on January 20, 1995—very early in my experiences in the spiritual realm. Such an encounter in the Word is in Isaiah 6:1-7.
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THE GREAT ESCAPE
Can one “get into trouble” when passing from the earthly sphere into the heavenly?
I’m showing you one such instance. This comes from my journal of July 1996. My journals for many years started with the run-down of events on that day in previous years. Yes, you are right, after a while there were too many as the years passed and I cried “help” and stopped. Because the retelling of the experience began at the end of one such page, I left it in.
Also, I think it might be helpful if I typed the narrative for you so that you would not need to decipher the writing.
I had on a pale purple robe. (Purple is the color that represents the nearness of God. The color indicates that I was headed for the throne room.) I began to rise into the air. Sparklers –grouped as comets- began hitting me as I rose.
Demons tried to interfere—but they were thrown away by touching the sparklers. It sounded like bugs hitting an outside bug light.
“Come, Anna,” I heard.
Heaven opened and a large contingent of angels came forth to escort me into heaven.
I looked back to see demons amassing like a swarm of locusts or bees beneath me. I supposed that that was the reason angels escorted me the rest of the way into heaven.
I was taken into the throne room.
DOES THE LORD ISSUE WARNINGS WITH SOME ANOINTINGS?
Yes He does.
You have read the warning to prepare for the pain that accompanies heightened prophetic vision (as shown in the section on ANGELS—February 2014—that introduced the blue angel Phyllis). That warning was to prepare the one receiving a heightened prophetic anointing of the pain of seeing more clearly. When a person is able to see coming disasters in the future or unconfessed sin in another’s life, one feels some measure of the pain experienced by our Lord. But does He warn us of an anointing that might bring pain to others?
Yes He does. The following contains two warnings. The vision was given September 12, 1995. I am taking the vision right from my journal of 1995. That is the reason the journal pages have numbers that relate only to that particular journal:
In a dream the Lord had salt cupped in each of His hands. Then He poured the salt from His left hand into my left hand. Afterwards He ate from my left hand and I ate from His right hand. It was a type of COVENANT OF SALT. A Covenant of Salt is a perpetual or everlasting covenant—probably due to salt’s preserving properties. An increase in the anointing of the gift of discernment followed.
THE HOLY SPIRIT’S MANTLE
I thought you might like to see the journal pages on August 4, l995. The bestowing of this mantle can be found in THE HEAVENS OPEN and HEAVEN AWAITS THE BRIDE in Chapter 12 called THE INSTALLATION. I am showing you the actual journal pages with their drawings so that you might gain a clearer picture of the ceremony…not that I think my drawings are able to represent the grandeur and majesty of our Heavenly Father’s throne room, especially when the mantle is swept upward and the thousands of angels are represented by lines and colors. The sword I showed you in the web-site in June 2013 under angels.
Bob often said that Al and I and one other couple were the oldest friends he had. We laughed, not knowing if he meant oldest in years or in length of time knowing him.
One day Bob said—just right “out of the blue” that it was hard for prophets to die.
I was surprised by the statement.
“Hard?” I questioned.
“There is so much light and life in their bones,” he answered. “It is hard for them to die.” He then related the Biblical story of the body of a deceased man hastily thrown into the grave of Elisha the prophet. When the deceased man touched the bones of Elisha he came back to life and walked away.
I would have found that extremely odd if I, myself, had not experienced that amazing phenomena. This occurred when my husband and I visited the grave site of John G Lake with a dear friend who wished to pay her respects. Upon approaching the grave, all three of us began to feel the amazing power that was still locked in those bones—just as it was described in the Bible.
A GOOD FRIEND
Bob Jones was the most amazingly gifted prophet I have ever known…and he was a good friend. He was kind, caring and generous. He poured himself out for anyone and everyone. I have seen him minister for hours to people. He would minister with equal love and attention to a church of fifty people as to a conference of thousands.
However, these gifts did not make him “holier-than-thou.” No, he was very real. He made mistakes, as we all do. He battled through—what to many would be—crippling rejection. But, he made it through victorious.
Also, he left you a gift. The gift is the revelation of the Lord’s intentions for the mantle he wore. I wish I could say that I was waiting to share this with you, but in truth, I was called the night before Bob’s funeral and reminded of this prophetic revelation by a very fine man from Fort Mill. SC. Only the outcome of the revelation was given to him—not the whole vision.
However, in listening to his understanding of Bob’s mantle, I was jarred into remembrance of Bob’s own prophetic vision given to him years ago.
THE LINE OF PROPHETS
Bob said that he found himself on the beach in the middle of an unusual situation. He was walking in the footprints of a man right in front of him in the sand. Where the man in front of him stepped—he stepped. He simply walked in that man’s footsteps.
At one point he glanced ahead of him in the line and saw prophet after prophet ahead of him in one long line—all the way back to the beginning. Each prophet walked in the very footprints of the one right before him. Then, he said, he looked behind him.
“Who did you see?” I asked.
He said that he saw one more person in the line after him.
“So,” I said, “there will only be one more prophetic voice after you?”
He shook his head “no.” After his death, he said, that particular person represented the many that would receive the mantle he wore….rather like the breath of God blowing on a dandelion causing its seed to be lifted by the wind and dispersed and multiplied.
THE COMING MOVE OF GOD
I remember a conversation with a pastor from a church that Bob dearly loved in Kansas City. The pastor (not Mike Bickle) said that he had a revelation that when Bob “went” there would be revival. The pastor thought that Bob leaving meant his leaving that congregation. But I really believe the meaning was broader. I think that when Bob finished his earthly ministry and left us all, revival was near at hand. He was always a marker. That is the reason for the earthquake when he died. An earthquake is a marker that no one can miss.
Because you have asked, please let me tell you…yes, I intend to finish Bob’s story. I have enough material from my recorded interviews with Bob to fill twenty books. I will fulfill my promise to him to write his story. Pray for me–for it is a bit like writing a dozen volumes like War and Peace. Please pray that I do a good job for the Lord, for my friend and for the body of Christ.
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ANOTHER WAY OF GOING UP
I am trying to show you several ways of ascending into the heavenly region. This vision occurred on July 4, 1996. I am not showing you the complete vision at this time—just the means of going into the heavenly realm…what it looked like, what it felt like, how I felt while participating in this means of transportation, etc.
Truly, you have become my friends. I and my team pray for you every day, many of you have written to me, and some have graciously contributed to this ministry. If more than one correspondence from you comes in, we remember your name and receive it as from a valued friend. For, indeed, you are more than a friend, you are family. It is a little like getting a jump on heaven. I am getting to know many of my brothers and sisters before we meet face to face in heaven.
The other day I was unpacking my car and getting ready to take the groceries inside when a large group of young men from Africa came running up to me. “Are you Anna Rountree?” they asked. “Why yes,” I answered. “We have been praying to meet you,” one of the young men said. “Well, I smiled, “come on inside.” When they sat down I asked them their names. One of the young men was called Solomon. When he told me his name I said, “But you have written to me. We are praying for you. How great to get to meet you.”
You are family and I do not take lightly your kindness me. You are taking time out of your lives to write to me. I just want you to know how much I appreciate your thoughtfulness.
I am truly excited about 2014. I was saved in 1974 and the heavens opened to me in 1994…twenty years later. The heavens opened in 1994 and we are coming up on 2014…twenty years later. What will this twenty year marker bring? (with such a slow learning curve, one cannot have many twenty year periods in one’s life). Goodness, I hope the Lord makes the most of this twenty year marker.
The world may be sinking to its knees but, dear family, our Heavenly Father’s children are standing to their feet. We need to be about our Father’s business. Oh, thank you Lord, that we are alive in these times. How you have honored us. How you have trusted us. May we be worthy of Your trust and not fail to uphold Your honor to the end of our days.
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At one time or another we may have been blessed to receive a healing from the Lord. If so, we, at that time, experienced the “feeling” of it, but we may not have seen it with our natural or spiritual eyes. Just what does such an anointing look like to the natural or spiritual eye?
On December 22, 1994 I was in Florida. Just recently I had begun to experience heaven. However on earth, I was falling ill. Instead of asking for healing I asked the Lord if I might see. Suddenly a door stood open. Blazing light was on the other side of the threshold. I walked up to the door and stepped through. I was in the midst of intense light. I could see no one or anything. I said “healing light”. Suddenly shafts of light began to shoot through me. Already I was in an intense white light, but these laser shafts were even more intense. [All was white, but I colored the light and the shafts so that I might remember what happened. The pictures are right from my journal of 1994. Even the discoloration is from the journals getting wet when the fire department tried to save our home from burning. The journals—which were in closed, but not locked safes—sat in the water poured on the home—(which could not be rescued. However the journals were saved.)
The laser lights shot through me from all directions….(many more than I depicted in the journal’s picture.) They did not hurt –but my body could tell I was being bombarded with something. After being bombarded from all sides, beams began to shoot from my hands. I was healed.
FIRESIDE CHAT #2
When all seems to be going well, suddenly there is an immense attack from the enemy?
There is a spiritual reality that most Christians have experienced, but conversely, most Christians are blithely unaware. It occurs during the time of spiritual promotion. Oh yes, we do get promoted—if so be we pass the tests that allow promotion. How dull it would be if we did not grow in Christian maturity. But—just as in secular schooling, we must be tested.
All of the tests leading to a higher level of service do not come at one time. We grow incrementally in being able to accept more responsibility and thereby in being endowed with more authority.
At first, on a certain level of service, we may be scrambling to complete the spiritual workload and losing a battle here and there to the much more powerful demons that attack Christians on that new and higher level. However, after a while, with the Lord’s help, we begin to handle the spiritual workload on that level. Also, we grow in wisdom, knowledge and understanding concerning the enemy’s wiles at that level and are able to either side-step them or deal with them more easily.
In the vernacular, we speak of this stabilizing as "getting on top of it" or "getting it under our belt" (referring to a time when the clothing was long and loose and therefore needed to be tucked up into the belt to unencumber the feet for battle). I am not talking about the prelude to an increased anointing here. We will take that later. We are discussing the period of transition as one advances into greater responsibility and subsequently greater authority.
SETTING THE STAGE
Now let me set the stage (and I will need to use everyday examples to give clarity to that which is- actually- spiritual phenomena).
Let us suppose that you have been serving the Lord in a certain area for a period of time. During this time you have grown and matured. Now-without you knowing it-the Lord intends to promote you—that is—to give you more responsibility and thereby, more authority. What happens?
THE GATHERING OF LIGHT
More light begins to gather around you in the spiritual realm. God is adding to you and you begin to shine more brightly. This, of course, makes you a much more yummy morsel to the demons whose job it is to stop you.
Years ago I remember asking Bob Jones (the prophet) why the demons seemed to know what we ourselves did not know about our advancement. He told me at that time — "because of the light."
When we are moving out of our usual level of protection—that bubble or shield that has been built up through repeated battles and hard won victories—begins to thin. We are moving out of a hard won "zone" and therefore are more vulnerable.
Now, most of the time, we do not know this. But the demons do. They attack before we know we are in transition and before we have the experience of battling the more powerful demons at that higher level.
Let me give you three real, live examples. A few months ago our prayer team was asked to pray for three Christians that had been damaged in just such a transition into higher authority:
1. One is a young, righteous pastor whose anointing in preaching has increased ten-fold. Likewise, his congregational numbers have increased miraculously—and, after the kernel of the congregation moved from location to location for years, the Lord has looked upon them with favor and given to them a new and truly lovely church home. Before the congregation could move into their new church home, this pastor was caught in a freak and deadly combination car and truck accident. He had to lay his bike down under the wheels of the log loaded 18 wheeler. The Lord rescued him with only minor damage to his heel and equally mild damage to his bike. The enemy was trying to stop the pastor from reaping the reward for his faithfulness and to stop the move of the Spirit to which all indicators are pointing.
2. Another is a dear Christian lady that was teaching prayer in a church in another state. She had written a book on prayer and was preparing to travel to yet another state to teach prayer to those in a mega-church. This church was not known for prayer—for it had stressed other gifts. However, they were ready and willing to learn and were very excited to add their voices to others standing before the Lord in intercession. Suddenly, she was hit with something mysterious and was given a 1% chance of survival. She did survive and is now regaining her strength. I'm sure she was pulled through by the prayers of those very people she had been teaching to pray. The enemy was trying to deprive the body of Christ of a seasoned prayer warrior and a mature teacher of intercession. Praise God, he did not succeed.
3. The third is a very gifted teenager who had just arrived at college. Already he had the gift of healing—which was beginning to increase. At the beginning of the school year he fell and hit his head—eventuating in a concussion. He was sent home to rest, but that same day he fell again—hitting his head again—and giving him a second concussion. He was beleaguered with cluster migraine headaches twenty-four hours a day for months. But he refused to stop going to church or to stop praying for those who needed healing. All manner of gifts are increasing in the young man and he is being healed. Praise God. He is part of the next generation of powerful ministers.
The reason I have given you three accounts is to show you people who had been used by God on one level and are now moving into a higher level of authority in their field or spiritual calling. Since these periods of spiritual advancement happen with all of us—what do we need to learn?
1. Be on the alert.
2. If you sense any change at all in the anointing you are carrying, begin to tread more carefully.
3. We need to ask others to cover us in prayer and we, in turn, need to cover others.
We do not want the enemy to take out of service those needed in the end-time battles. If we are aware of this period of vulnerability in our lives and the lives of others we can close ranks to lessen the enemy's infiltration and hinder his full-out attack.
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IF YOU ASK
We will pray. I say “we” because there are more people than just me praying. There is a team of highly dedicated and anointed intercessors that stand before the Lord on your behalf daily.
Anyone that has written a letter or bought a book through this web-site, or who has been kind enough to send a donation to this ministry will receive prayer—continuing prayer. We are very serious about this.
We all know that there are vast numbers of people alive in the world today—most of whom have no one to pray for them. But, that will not be the case with those who have reached out to us. You are family. You have blessed us. We want the Lord to bless you. So—we believe that the greatest gift we can give you is our personal time in prayer for you.
Because prayer is such a vital part of this ministry, there is corporate prayer at the ministry five days a week and then conference call intercession seven days a week. About four and a half to five hours a day are given to this very important ministry of corporate prayer. (This, of course, pretty effectively cancels any other evening activities that might come along. However, the joys of answered prayer far make up for any loss.)
We consider ourselves blessed to be given the opportunity to pray for you.
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I am sharing this first experience in the hope that, by hearing, you, our children will choose godliness.
THE "DEEP THINGS OF SATAN"
Are there "deep things of Satan?"
The Lord says there are:
"But I say to you, the rest who are in Thyatira, who do not hold this teaching, who have not known the deep things of Satan…"(NAS)
Scholars believe the Lord is referring to the Gnostics who said that they knew the deep things of God—and the Lord is turning the phrase on them. (Gnosticism mixed the teachings of the old false gods with Christianity). But are there other "deep things"—those that do not slip so neatly under manmade labels? Yes, there are.
I want to share with you one such—in the hope that, by sharing this true story (one in which I myself was present to observe), the fear of the Lord will rest upon all of us.
STEALING GOD’S ANOINTING
Can an anointing really be stolen? Yes, it can; but the consequences usually are swift and severe.
BACKGROUND TO THE STORY
My husband and I spent a sabbatical year of prayer before the Lord-- after laboring four years for Him in a large metropolitan area. During that year we were attending a small, but highly prophetic, worship group that functioned like a very small home group. Years before, we had known the man who presently was their leader. The worship music was glorious and the young members anointed and trained in the prophetic.
Near the end of sabbatical year a very well-known "father-among-prophets" was coming to a church in a town nearby. This older prophet was a friend of ours. For the space of a year it had been known that he was coming to bestow an anointing on the congregation of a friend of his at their evening Service. Of course all the young people in the small worship group wanted to attend the service. So did we.
After learning of the older prophet’s schedule, the leader of the worship group approached Al and I saying he knew the older prophet would be ministering at his friend’s church Sunday night—but what if he was invited to a nearby retreat center beforehand—like Friday night, Saturday and Sunday morning? This would allow the younger people of his group to minister to him. Also, it would give him much needed rest before that Sunday night service—and—the older prophet, who loved the younger generation, always sought an opportunity to encourage them.
That sounded like a great idea; so we invited him. He accepted.
Then the leader suggested that Al and I invite a number of our own friends from other areas to be a part of the week-end. We thought it strange that he called by name certain ones he would like to attend. Many were in international ministry and highly anointed. But we shrugged off these reservations with the thought that they, too, were friends of the older prophet and would love to be with him and minister to him.
They, too, accepted.
The week-end retreat was lovely—nothing unusual—and then came Sunday. Oh my—Sunday!
THE SUNDAY MORNING SERVICE BEGAN IN A USUAL WAY
There was worship, prayer and some teaching. Then the older prophet rose to share with the group. As he moved to the center of the area up front, the group leader asked him to tell everyone about the anointing he was taking to his friend’s church that evening.
The older prophet began to share the story of how the Lord had directed him to bestow this anointing on that congregation. As he spoke, the anointing in the room began to rise—and rise—and rise until it became astounding.
Suddenly, the entire group of those at the retreat center jumped up and rushed to the older prophet, crying out and grabbing into the air high above him. I stepped back with my mouth open because I had never seen anything like this before. [I found out later (from the older prophet) that he calls that a "feeding frenzy." The anointing is so high and available that people are grabbing for it.]
After a goodly interval of those present bathing in a virtual water fall of an anointing, everyone packed their cars and headed quickly to the evening service in that nearby town.
After everyone left, I asked my sister to remain a few minutes. I sank down on a nearby sofa and looked at her.
“Alice,” I said, “something happened here, but I don’t know what it was. But, “I continued, “something about it wasn’t right.”
Then we, too, went to the evening service in the nearby town.
When I walked into the extremely large sanctuary I could sense that something was wrong. The older prophet and his friend (the pastor of that church) were seated on the platform. The pastor was not talking to the older prophet. Instead, his eyes were scanning the congregation. I took my place beside my husband and glanced around the congregation myself. The leader of that small group was over on the far right side surrounded by his young charges.
I looked back at the platform to my friend, the older prophet. It was then that I realized that my friend had nothing to give the congregation. The anointing had been given.
STANDING IN THE GAP
Oh my, I began to pray. I looked over toward the leader of the small group to see if he, too, was praying—and saw that he and the young people were leaving. I knew he saw the problem. The older prophet had arrived empty handed. [Remember the time in the Bible when Jacob tricked his father, Isaac, to bestow the blessing upon him instead of Esau? Esau cried out to his father: "Have you not reserved a blessing for me?" Isaac told him that he had given everything to Jacob in that blessing. "Now as for you then, what can I do, my son?" (Gen 27:36c and 37c). It was gone.
I returned to praying for my friend on the platform. Finally the Lord answered—but the anointing bestowed on that congregation was not of the extraordinary intensity of the original poured out on those at the retreat center.
WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?
The service at the church came to a close and my husband and I went to the motel where the leader of the small group and his wife were staying. When we walked in I asked the leader why they had left the service. "Well," he answered, "he had nothing to give."
"And," I said "you did not stay to pray for him and beseech the Lord to give him something to give to that congregation? They had been waiting a year to receive that anointing."
"No," he shrugged. He was sitting in a recliner with his legs up and crossed at the ankles. The soles of his shoes were facing me.
I indicated his upturned soles. "You pulled a Jacob," I said (referring to his upturned feet
--because when Jacob was born he came out holding onto the heel of his brother Esau. Therefore he was called "the supplanter".)
He leapt to his feet in agitation and said: "I told you that anointing belonged to us."
"You didn’t tell me that, brother," I said. "I never would have been a part of such a thing---and then, you didn’t stay to pray when you could see that he needed people to stand with him." I shook my head and left.
WERE THERE CONSEQUENCES TO STEALING GOD’S ANOINTING?
1. The highly gifted worship group split up almost immediately.
2. The leader’s marriage fell apart.
3. That congregation was cheated. Who knows what the Lord intended for them.
NOW LET ME SHARE WITH YOU LIKE A MOTHER WITH CHILDREN
If you see any such tendencies in yourself, run to the Lord for Him to cleanse you. When over a period of time there is a contriving to sin; when there is deep plotting that is deliberate and takes a long time to work its way into your heart, you are contemplating a much more heinous sin than sins of sudden passion. These are densely dark and show deep wickedness. Always, those who practice such sin justify them to themselves and others. All who so connive employ cunning to hide what is being done. Run from such tendencies in yourself and flee from anyone that plots such harm to others. Look for small things that are wrong—these may lead you to deeper discernment. Always, always look at the character of a person. Our heavenly father is not looking for the gifts in a person, but the character of Christ. If you step into any such entanglement repent and ask the Lord for forgiveness.
A SIDE NOTE:
I was able to share this story with the pastor of that congregation and ask for forgiveness for my part of what happened. This occurred almost 20 years ago. I know more now. Therefore, what I have learned, with the Lord’s help, I will share with you.
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Another part of the ministry is disaster relief. Times are getting more difficult and all manner of weather changes are occurring on a regular basis. The price of fuel is climbing and food products are increasingly high. This ministry is in the country. I feel it is here for a reason. One of the reasons is to prepare before we need to rely upon that which we grow or the need to care for those displaced by crisis or disaster. Even this year we have had flash floods and commercial crop failures.
For four years I have been establishing the necessary structures to facilitate the growing of vegetables on a very steep plot of ground. (We work with what we have, don’t we, and thank God for it.) Because of the steepness of the bank on which the vegetables need to grow, the ministry has built raised beds to house them.
Last year, before he died, my husband helped to plant the first crop in these raised beds. The pictures shown here are part of the second year’s crop. We are learning how to grow from seed, how to eliminate bugs without dangerous chemicals, when to harvest, etc. It is our belief that the body of Christ should be prepared to be of help ‘’in season” and ‘’out of season.’’
Pictured below are a few of the beds. Beyond the vegetation (leeks) you see one of the mountains. Also, beyond this same bed is the greenhouse with a black shade clothe over its top. In another picture you will see four small planters housing herbs. They sit in front of the support beams for the greenhouse—which rises 20 feet above the ground. Notice the far fence beyond the planters. That fence gives an indication of the steepness of the property.
With the Lord’s help, we will prepare.
WHEN YOU RECEIVE A PROPHETIC WORD—THEN WHAT?
Here is one response. What! A hitching post for camels? Let me explain. I’ll start at the beginning. You have received a prophetic word. Now what?
1. Search the response your own spirit has towards the “word” before receiving it.
2. If you have a witness in your own spirit that there is truth in the word then do you just sit and wait for it to happen? No.
3. You begin to pray that the Lord brings you clarity concerning the word.
4. You also ask the Lord to bring it to pass.
5. AND, if possible, give some physical sign that you believe the word will be fulfilled. This physical sign is a step in the direction of the word’s fulfillment. The Word says: “first the natural and then the spiritual.” A natural act in response to a prophetic word says that you believe that He is in the prophetic word and that you are ready to respond to His next step.
Here are three responses to the prophetic words that the camels are coming. Three households in the area where I live have received such a word concerning camels and the provisions the camels will bring. Each household is here giving a physical response to this prophetic word. One is a hitching post for camels. Another household has fresh water in a wheelbarrow. Another put out a bale of hay….three responses to the prophetic word that the camels are coming. I hope this helps you.
GOD IS TALKING--but--ARE WE LISTENING?
In a time when a soldier’s heart is ripped out of his chest and eaten amid shouts of vengeance or a man is mowed down in a metropolitan area, hacked to death with a meat cleaver and then the perpetrators calmly pose for pictures--we had better be listening for and to God.
FOR ONE THING
We need to wake up! Somehow, dear children of God, we need to grow up and out of the naivete’ that tells us that Christians are automatically protected and cannot be touched by evil or the perpetrators of evil: the demons. Does not the book of Ecclesiastes warn us about being naive?
I do not say that I am wise. Oh, no, instead it is my carelessness that has taught me. But I do hope I am wiser now. Therefore, because I, myself, have been an offender--thereby learning the “hard way”, I am going to share with you one of my own mistakes that almost cost me my life.
It was January. The Lord had just asked me to write THE PRIESTLY BRIDE (the second book that is part of HEAVEN AWAITS THE BRIDE). He confided in me that this book was important to Him. But before I began to write, the Lord warned me that the enemy would try to kill me while I was writing the book.
So I reasoned: “Hum--I run three miles a day, eat only turkey or chicken for meats and lots of salads. I am my proper weight--therefore, this plot against my life must be from some accident--a car accident, perhaps.” Therefore, I began to drive very carefully.
In June of that year I was half way through the book and I had a stroke. I went blind in my right eye, lost the use of my right arm and hand and my right leg. So there I was. When I finally regained my ability to speak, I asked my husband to go into town and get me a bottle of aspirin. (You see, we were so healthy we didn’t even have aspirin in the house). I knew aspirin thinned the blood.
After he left, I spoke to the Lord: “Lord, You asked me to write this book. If You no longer want it, I am ready to come home. But if You do want it--You will need to pull me through this.” When my husband returned from town he took me to the hospital--where I was given every test. They could find no reason for the stroke. “Just a fluke”, they said. I was damaged, though. I drug my right leg and had difficulty writing with my right hand--but finished the book. Gradually I regained full mobility--but it took a while.
Then, one year later, on the same day in June, I had another stroke. “Impossible!” I thought. “You can’t have stokes on the same day one year apart.” This time I asked Bob Jones how this could occur. Bob asked the date of the strokes. I told him the day in June they had occurred. “The Summer Solstice,” he said. “After your first book, (The Heavens Opened), you were put on the witches list. Worldwide they pray against those on that list on the Summer Solstice. From now on, you will need to be careful on that day.” And I have been.
Now--what did I need to learn? Were there precautions? What was my initial mistake?
FIRST OF ALL
God warned me. I believe in these times God will warn us all: directly (audibly or by impressing the danger upon our spirits). Or He will speak through a friend or stranger. However, with me, after the warning, I decided to use my mind to decide how the enemy might attack me. I was wrong.
WHAT SHOULD I HAVE DONE
Since God was warning me, why didn’t I ask Him HOW the enemy was going to try to kill me? Instead, I sort-of said: “Thanks for the ‘heads-up’ but I’ll take it from here.” I was careless, naive, and let me say it--arrogant. Since with each of the strokes the doctors could find nothing wrong with me, if I had known that the attack would come from a stroke I might have taken one baby aspirin a day and averted this means of attack. Certainly, I would have been in deep prayer to block such a move against my health--and perhaps even consulted a doctor.
WHAT DID I LEARN?
God was talking but I wasn’t listening--well, not fully. I should have asked Him for a fuller explanation--not just start with the Spirit and then try to go the rest of the way in the flesh.
WE NEED TO BE ON CONSTANT ALERT
I really believe that additional demons have been loosed from the pit. Truly we are in a war zone and must conduct ourselves as soldiers on the front lines. We may want to whine that: “we can’t live like this in a constant state of war.” Oh, but we can--and must. When I lived in New York, I used to run at 6:00 a.m. in Washington Square. Not many policemen were out when I ran. The same was true of running the track around the reservoir in Central Park. You kept your wits about you. People disappeared there. People were killed. To insure your survival your senses became heightened---like a wildebeest on the Serengeti that grazes but also keeps an eye on the lions in the tall grass--calculating, always calculating the nearness of the predator in ratio to its own possible “get away” speed and the availability of a clean escape route.
If New Yorkers can remain alert and vigilant just to stay alive in the city, certainly we can be as vigilant and more so to insure the health of these bodies and battle--readiness of our minds, emotions and wills.
The times are increasingly dangerous. The enemy is getting bolder--brazen, even. Therefore, we must listen for our Father’s warnings AND ask for any related details that might help us counteract the threat.
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THE SIGNS OF THE TIMES
We are heading into some of the most amazing times we have ever or will ever experience during this present age on earth. I realize that the news in this country and indeed almost every country is negative and gives little promise of turning around—according to worldly reports. But, let me share with you a pattern that I am beginning to see emerge. That is one of the gifts of being older. If you live long enough you have seen it all—well, maybe not all—but a goodly portion of it.
So—a bit of personal chronology: I graduated from high school in 1954, from college in 1958, and then, attended the Royal Academy in London. By l960 I was starving in New York—like any hopeful person in their early twenties that had come to that humongous city set to live by the “arts”. Most of the fifteen years I lived in New York City were spent in the West Village—and most of that, on West 11th street.
I arrived at the birth of an extremely volatile decade—the 1960s. I was there for its meteoric rise and its sad decay into drugs, irresponsibility and violence. Dustin Hoffman, who lived in the next block on 11th street, had to move because a group was making bombs in the basement right next door. The materials exploded destroying the brownstone. My mother called from my home in Texas begging me to “get out of there.” “Oh, mother,” I answered naively, “that wasn’t even on our block.” (You can tell I was in my twenties.) Then another group bombed and destroyed a very old, historic church a block away in the other direction.
There were demonstrations, deaths from overdoses and groups with exotic names and violent agendas.
BUT at the same time—in the crypt-like chapel of a church in Houston—two ministers and ten members of a cavernous and failing church prayed daily and birthed the Charismatic Revival. Before that time, a few individuals in the main line churches had been “baptized in the Holy Spirit”, but the Redeemer in Houston burst into church-wide revival that spread like wildfire and touched the nations.
The two came at the same time. With all of the drugs and danger and unrest on the one hand, the Spirit of the Living God was exploding with a worldwide move of His Spirit on the other. It is easy to hear and see that which the enemy is accelerating now throughout the world. It may take a little longer to experience the extraordinary, consuming fire of His Spirit which---somewhere, I know---already has burst into flame. Most people thought the Charismatic revival began in the l970s because that is when it had spread to more of the nations.
Today I was talking to a friend who lives in Mobile, Alabama. She told me of several accidental explosions on a barge in Mobile Bay. (By the way, the original name for that body of water was BAY OF THE HOLY SPIRIT.) This is one more sign that joins the others. We are on the verge of a world-wide explosion of the Holy Spirit.
Look up, brethren. He is coming!!!!!!!!!!!
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There are many ways of hearing God: audible voice of the Lord, inner voice, leading of the Spirit, etc. In 1995 the Lord gave me this series of visions. I had no idea that the pictures were a message from the Lord telling me exactly how He wanted me to serve Him in the future. It was many years later that I looked back at these journal drawings and understood His message to me. Blue birds mean revelation. The number 24 relates to heaven (because of the 24 elders). It does not mean that I have some sort of exalted authority but that the revelation is of that which is above.
In the next part of the vision a blue bird flew into my mouth. Then another and another until all 24 bluebirds had flown into my mouth.
Then the bluebirds nested in me. Afterwards, each one of the bluebirds flew out bringing some revelation of the Lord. Amazing, isn’t it? I look back and marvel at the Lord.
NOW IS THE TIME
"OK, Bob Jones, now is the time.”
I wrote this to my friend a few days ago. What did I mean by this? I will tell you.
When Al and I were in Kansas City (from ’89 through ’93), I felt that the Lord wanted me to interview Bob Jones concerning his life. I approached Mike Bickle, under whose authority he had placed himself, to receive his permission. Mike graciously agreed.
Al and I began to record small portions of Bob’s life—5 years at a time. We started at 0-5 and then 5-10. After the second week a city-wide church explosion occurred. The target of this explosion was Bob Jones. The one igniting the explosion was a well-known church leader. All camps withdrew into their bunkers. Bob Jones quietly began a sabbatical.
I returned to Mike Bickle. “Mike,” I said, “I will stop recording this story if you say so—because Bob is under your authority. But just think what it would be like to have interviews with Jeremiah or any of the prophets during the time they were going through their trials. What a treasure that would be for the body of Christ.”
Mike thought a moment and then said: “Wait two weeks and then continue.”
We did. Every week we visited Bob and recorded five years of his life. Of course, we also went out to eat with Bob and his wife—which put quite a few pounds on me.
It has taken a very long time and I cannot tell you how much money to get the cassette tapes put into CDs and then to hire a person to transcribe the CDs. It has taken twenty years—twenty years to be exact—to prepare the material for a detailed story of his life.
In the meantime, I began to write of my own wondrous experiences with the Lord. But, I never stopped having the material from those interviews transcribed. Our house burned, taking the next two books in the series after the ones presently published and my husband began his decline into the darkness and death that is brought about by dementia. I was his care-giver until his death—which halted my own writing for years. But any time we had two pennies to rub together, we never stopped having those interviews transcribed.
Now—now is the time to bring this collective treasure to the body of Christ…and what a treasure it is. There is nothing like the recordings taken during this period of time. My husband and I archived them carefully on CDs to preserve them for present and future generations. Now the Lord has indicated that He is ready for me to take this sprawling material and condense it into the Bob Jones story.
Twenty years—a lot of life and living in between—a lot of heartache and love—thousands upon thousands of dollars spent in preparing this material and now the Lord has said that it is time. I think the most exciting part of this to me is that it is the Lord who is calling for this. I am excited because He is excited. Therefore, with the Lord’s permission and with His help, I will begin to write the Bob Jones story.
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Attacked from Within
Within our lifetime the ancient gods are rising again. Heresies long discarded by the Christian Church are lifting their heads and becoming standard bearers for pockets of Christians around the world. These once small and rare pockets are now becoming larger and mutating---eating away at the true gospel---eating away at the simplicity and purity of Christ.
You might say that much of the Christian church is eating food sacrificed to idols---for often the gospel is mixed with portions of these ancient, false religions and sadly truncated. We may be reaching the masses through large evangelical events; but following initial salvation, we are feeding our new brothers and sisters in Christ a cropped and strangely mixed gospel.
Besides this, it is a wonder that the present church does not have rotted teeth due to the consumption of so much cotton candy. Sound and light shows have replaced the call for repentance for sin. Lack of accountability on the part of both leadership and congregations for the life they live have been covered over with a marmalade of so-called "love".
People may be crying out for revival---but churches are not training the souls they already have. Why do we want more people to flood the churches when we so poorly care for those among us now?
Surely---oh, surely we are not so light as to want revival because it would be exciting and even flattering to us for the Lord to pack the house of worship where we pastor or attend? Have we even considered the consequences of many salvations bur few true disciples? The church would be over extended and severely weakened.
The babes in Christ would be vulnerable to the enemy. As the enemy increases in his end-time power, these babes would be left to battle a stronger and more determined supernatural being with the gifts of the Spirit without the character of Christ deep within their bones.
Power has replaced purity. Anointing has replaced sound doctrine. Show business Christianity has replaced the study of "line upon line". A careful measured growth in Christ is now not exciting enough to hold our attention. The world is "to-much-with-us". We are so hopped-up we have spiritual ADD. Nothing and no one can hold our attention very long. We must have fireworks.
Often these fireworks come from strange exotic false doctrines. But we do not know this. We do not know enough to ascertain the difference. Also we are woefully ignorant of the battles the church has fought and won in the past.
When we are called to embrace the cross to our self life how tempting it is to allow our minds to be titillated by a bright shiny idea that requires nothing of us.
But brothers and sisters in Christ, let us trick the trickster. Let us arm ourselves. Let us gain more knowledge so that we may disarm the enemy. In 1985 a book was published called... Early Christian Heresies by Joan O'Grady. It is now a classic. At least, by reading this book, we may become acquainted with the false doctrines flooding the church---for nothing is new.
Give yourself a chance to know the doctrines that have been vetted for authenticity and subsequently discarded by the Christian Church. Brothers and sisters in Christ, we are being attacked from within (which is always the way the enemy weakens a work of God).
We need to arm ourselves and be among those who are knowledgeable enough to stand for the truth.
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In 1995 my husband and I were visited by a caravan of 24 camels. Fifty angels accompanied this caravan: two with each camel, one guiding the lead camel and one angel at the end of the line to steady and guide the latter animals Since my husband and I were living in a government controlled housing project, I wasn't sure how our neighbors were going to receive these large animals and desert attired Bedouin. Thankfully no one was out on the street.
I am adding a picture of this very event right out of my 1995 personal journal. We were living in Lynn Haven, Florida at the time. (Notice the coastal plant in the front yard.) (Also, I must remind you that I drew these pictures in my journal to document that extraordinary spiritual experience for myself. I never expected anyone else to see them. So much for knowing what you may be doing eighteen years later.) Later I wrote something in red at the top of the page---I have no idea what I was thinking when I did that. These camels brought hope chests that were my dowry---given to me by my heavenly Father to bring to the formal betrothal to the Lord.
I have shown this event---(which is documented in great detail in the second half of Heaven Awaits the Bride)---because two friends with whom I pray almost on a daily basis, have been seeing camels everywhere for a couple of months. They began to feel it was a sign. I must say I agree with them. They asked me what I thought it might mean?
"Provision," I said. "Just like camels that travel the desert, these camels will bring all manner of provision to you." Goodness only knows God's children have been trudging through the desert for many years now. We need this sign of hope.
They then told me that others had seen the camels, also. So I did something I am just learning to do: I looked it up on the internet. Glory!
I looked up "The Camels are Coming..." (which actually is an old children's song)... and there it was. Other brothers and sisters in Christ were also seeing camels. This is very encouraging. ...for by the witness of two or three a matter is established---(and confirmed, I may say).
Remember the beginning of the movie Pirates of the Caribbean 3 when the pirates were lined up and began to sing? I thought that to be the strangest beginning of a film I had ever seen. It did not make a difference in the story and did not advance the plot. It was what? It was a sign. Sometimes the world is wiser than the children of the living God. The song triggered an uprising in that particular group to make a stand. They straightened their backs and lifted their heads. Well, we have been trudging long enough. We are ready for ACTION.
Here is an old children's song that goes with the new sign from above. We, too, need to straighten our backs and lift our heads:
The camels are coming
The camels are coming
Make way for the camels.
These camels are signs of the first breakthrough in all our preparations. The provisions coming to be dispersed to the troops sparks hope in all of us. There is a stirring in the camp—and with the stirring hope rises. Oh, the joy of hope—the blessing of hope.
We can feel it rising from the ankles to the knees, to the hips and soon we will swim in it. Lift up your heads for He is coming. I can sense it in the air. I can feel it in my bones.
The camels are coming
The camels are coming
Make way for the camels
I think the whole world suffered with America through our last painful election. It was painful, but also revelatory. It exposed the oily slide we are on into an accepted corruption—-(manipulated by an even oilier “slight-of-hand”).
But if you are a student of political history, you know that every election we have had has been full of name-calling, distractions to blind the populace, half truths to hide the all-out lies. “Where is the honor?” I heard people ask. “Where is the honesty?” Still, this election, punctuated by two East Coast storms, seemed very different. It was as though some corner had been turned, some outcome decided upon –something– something was and is different.
But then, we were told, that these days would come. Like the children’s song “the Bible tells me so”. The Bible sets before the children of God the later days of this era of earth’s history. Still it has been difficult for us to believe that –actually– we may be in the beginning of those days— that we may be the ones to be alive in such times. But if we are in the beginning of the last days— if we are the ones chosen to represent our Heavenly Father in such times, we should feel honored.
How should we then live?
How should we then live?
I can only share with you some decisions I have made. They may seem incredibly child-like — but a little straight forward; simplicity may be welcomed.
1. God is on His throne. For His children, our future is secure with and in Him and with the great Church Triumphant.
2. We are here for a purpose. I don’t know about you, but I thought my life would be full of gentle days and — if the Lord so granted — a few good deeds. I never expected to see a battlefield. I thought I would be at home tending sheep.
[Many do not remember the church before the great Charismatic movement (which began 53 years ago). Many are not old enough to have firsthand knowledge prior to this great move of the Spirit. Before that move of God the clergy were trained and then there were “all the rest”. Even the healing movement that came before, only raised up a few (almost super stars) to exercise the gifts. But as messy and wobbly as the Charismatic movement has been, “all the rest” began to be trained. We learned to pray for the sick, cast out demons, teach the Word, prophesy, be led by the Spirit and on and on. Without our knowing it, slowly, very slowly the Lord was raising up “all the rest”.
Now “all the rest” that are still alive from those early days of the Charismatic movement along with the multitudes that are now equipped, are beginning to hear the trumpet call from within their tents, are waking up and will stand to their feet a very great army.
3. It seems to me we are heading for the trenches. Our wants and needs should reflect this. Our choices should no longer be multiple and scattered; but like soldiers in the trenches, our choices should be simple, few and life sustaining. We must be focused.
4. If we are the chosen battalions of the Lord and are called to be “boots on the ground”, we need to follow orders. Stripped down and trained up we should be ready for anything.
Whether it has been understood by us or not, we are an elite force. The realization may not have dawned on you as yet because our training has spanned so many years, and perhaps, seemed random. But it has been anything but random. When the time comes, all that training will snap into place.
No one know the General’s orders as yet, but we all know the broad outline of the battle plan:
A. Live righteous lives. Each righteous person is a burning light that drives back the darkness.
B. Pray. We are no longer on the “practice range” of prayer. We are heading for the battlefield where every shot is life or death. Use your ammunition wisely.
We must constantly beseech our Lord to bring the worldwide move of His Spirit that He has promised— to bring in the last great in-gathering all over the globe—and yes, we must ask for sustaining provisions and sufficient equipment.
You see, the times are growing darker but, ah, the dazzling worldwide light the Lord is about to reveal. We are past due—way past due—and well trained. For those who have never lived through a mighty move of God, (and this promises to be the mightiest) not only is the Spirit of the Lord everywhere in great power but the battalions of darkness rush in to try to stop Him. Those times are both gloriously easier and unbelievably harder. We will need to fight- but we will have enhanced power.
C. We must prepare to help others. The world system is sinking to its knees all over the globe. We must be prepared to help whenever and where ever we can.
I’m sure many would have beneficial ideas to add to such a simple list, but for those who have not begun to gather their thoughts together in this regard, I hope this helps you begin your own list.
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I am incredibly excited that the Lord has allowed me to address you personally.
The Last Few Years
For several years the Lord has had me on a “tour of duty” with The Moravian Falls House of Prayer. Daily corporate prayer with dedicated Christians is one of the great joys of my life—and these prayer warriors are among the most dedicated of those with whom I have prayed. It has been an extraordinary period of time. I thank the Lord for allowing me to be a part of this corporate offering of prayer and praise to His glory and for the bringing in of His Kingdom.
But now the Lord is calling me out of this means of service to Him and into another. I’ll miss the faithful prayer warriors of The Moravian Falls House of Prayer, but my heart and my prayers go with them always.
A New Day
The Lord is calling me back into writing.
Friends of mine had opened this website for me already. Honestly, I never thought I would use it. But now I find I do wish to share with you through this means. It is more personal— and I want to be more personal.
Also, I just realized that I could share some drawings of the angels I have known. These would be taken from my private journals. Believe me—it is not that I am a superior artist. But sometimes it is helpful to see—as best possible—what has actually been seen.
Then I would like to share some teaching with you. Our dear friends, the Strangs, asked us to write a book on Christian doctrine for Charisma House. We had finished the first dozen chapters of the book and sent them to our friend in Kansas City to be typed. But before we could complete the remainder of the book our house burned taking the rest of the book with it.
Then my husband began a long decline with an illness that eventually took his life. During this long decline I felt saddened that the huge amount of work that we had completed on the first half of the book would never be released to the body of Christ.
Even though I am very sorry not to be able to give to them the completed book they requested, some information will be able to reach the body of Christ and hopefully will be of help.
The Lord being my helper, I will begin another book for Charisma House relating to heavenly visitations.
Questions and Prayers
If you have questions that arise from Heaven Awaits the Bride or wish me to pray for you, please write me via my Moravian Falls address which you can find on the Contact page of this website.
I take prayer very seriously. I will pray for you.
This is a new adventure for me— I hope it will be for you also.