MANTLE # 2
As I told you last month, I will be sharing information about the mantles I have worn for years. I could write of mantles in general, but I feel we can gain more understanding, by being taken into the heart of the reason for bestowing each mantle I actually know, through a personal account of how each has changed the life of one of God’s children.
This second mantle was given to me in the throne room above. Again, I did not ask for the mantle; but it was given for a very specific purpose. Therefore, it came in a bundle of “working” gifts. This particular mantle accompanied and augmented the power of a sword that was given to me by the Holy Spirit for writing, and also, very unusual shoes which allowed me to touch heavenly surfaces above but kept me invisible on earth. This mantle was given in 1995 – 23 years ago. As in the relating of the mantle I received from Jesus, we will inform you of the original reception in the Angel Section, the scriptural verification of the incident will be in the Teaching Section – and the sharing of how the receiving of the sword, the mantle and the shoes affected my life on earth shared in the Personal Section.
THE LOCATION:
I am in the throne room of God and my Heavenly Father is addressing me.
VISION:
THE SWORD NOT OF MAN
“I am giving into your hand this day the sword not of man. This sword is two-edged. It can bar or open the way to the tree of life.” He spoke to someone near. “Bring the sheath to her.”
A large, powerful angel knelt and gave the sheath into the light surrounding the throne. Two cherubs were on either side of the angel. These cherubs must have been over eight feet tall. Each had two faces. One cherub had the face of a man in front and a lion in back. The other had the face of an eagle in front and of an ox in back.1 Each had two wings with hands under their wings. Their legs were straight like a man’s but ended in hooves. Taupe-colored feathers covered their bodies like fish-scale mail. They were full of eyes around their bodies and within their wings. I had seen no celestial beings that held such terror as well as majesty.
[All of these drawings are right from my personal journal of 1995.]
“Step forward,” my Father said. “Let Me buckle this on you.” The scabbard was very fine, pure gold and hung on the left side. “Now, the sword,” He said.
From the Light that is my Father came the most beautiful sword. It appeared to have a blade of white gold or diamond with a golden handle that was jeweled. I could see through it. It was all light and fire, and it hovered in the air. Jesus stepped forward, and He and my Father put their hands on it. It glowed even brighter. It was as though lightning and thunder or an explosion went off within it. They then removed their hands, and a beautiful sound of music or singing came from it.
“Grasp it,” my Father said.
“Anna,” Jesus said, “let Me help you.” He came to my right side and put His hand on mine; together we reached for the sword. It leaped into my hand. Jesus smiled at me. “You may wield this sword because we are one.2 This sword is sheathed on the outside, but it is also hidden within for the hand and the mouth.”
Suddenly, the sword became a red quill pen and an inkwell full of golden ink.3 Jesus continued, “The Holy Spirit writes for the Father. The Holy Spirit is ever proceeding, never initiating, Anna.”4 Pure, pure water with flicks of fire within it began to flow from the pen. “He writes for Me and for the sake of the Kingdom.” The pen and inkwell changed back into the sword. Jesus continued, “With the sword not of man, chains will be cut asunder and yokes of iron severed.”5
JACHIN AND BOAZ
My Father spoke. “Jachin and Boaz will go with you now,” He said, referring to the two cherubs.6 “They guard the sword.7 They are very powerful and most loving; they will be your friends.” He addressed the cherubim, “Guard well.” They bowed and then turned around and bowed again. Their bodies had two fronts and no backs. Then my Father spoke again, “Now, Anna, the mantle.”
THE MANTLE
From the left side of the Father, where the Holy Spirit had spoken, came forth a shimmering mantle that hovered in midair. Jachin and Boaz moved over to stand on either side of it. The mantle was both visible and invisible, like a gossamer, with thousands of lights within it. The material was like breath that was full of living light.
“The mantle that you are to wear,” my Father said, indicating the cloak.
THE WHIRLWIND
I slid the sword into its sheath in order to put on the cloak. I expected Jachin and Boaz to help me, but instead, a huge whirlwind stirred before the throne. The garment swirled up into the whirlwind. The angels aloft joined with it by flying within the whirlwind, around and around.
“The Holy Spirit bestows His own mantle,” my Father said.
As the cloak began to come down, there was lightning within it. Light changed and pulsated around it, and the Holy Spirit began to proclaim through the singing of the angels;
THE HOLY SPIRIT’S SONG
Let the brush of angels’ wings
Never blind the eyes
Of those who see beyond the veil
To gaze at Paradise.
Gaze on, gaze on past the golden rim,
Gaze on past streets of gold,
Gaze on past all created things
To the new One, ever old.
Ever old and ever new,
Ancient of Days is He.
Infinity within His hands,
Light eternally.
Compassionate God, He who is good,
Compassionate God of might,
Life as a river flows from Your throne
To those who turn from night.
Let the cherubim in awe,
The seraphim in praise,
As those who see beyond the veil,
Upon Him ever gaze.
Gaze on, gaze on past the golden rim,
Gaze on past streets of gold,
Gaze on past all created things
To the new One, ever old.
As the mantle neared the sea of glass, what seemed to be electricity was popping and arcing within the cloak; colors were rippling within it like the changing colors of a certain type of jellyfish in the ocean. The two cherubs stepped to the side to make room for the mantle. It was suspended in midair in front of me.
“What do I do?” I asked.
“Wait, Anna,” my Father said.
There was silence in Heaven.8 It was as though everything held its breath. Everyone in the throne room was silent. Gradually, with a gentle, pleasant breeze, the garment moved toward me. I held out my arms as if someone were going to put on a coat. The mantle was shimmering. It was like breath. As I slipped into it, however, I realized that I became transparent, invisible in certain areas. The only parts of me that could be seen were my hands, my feet, and my head.9
Before I could think about this further, Jesus said to me, “Anna, take these.”
“What are they?” I asked.
THE SHOES
“Shoes of porpoise,” He said.10 I felt this was a play on the word “purpose,” but I did not know why.11
I looked at them. They too were gossamer. They laced up the front like high-top work shoes that covered the ankle, but there were no soles in the shoes. “They have no soles,” I said.
Jesus smiled, “No, the Godhead is to be the expression of the soul.”12 (He seemed to enjoy His pun.) “These shoes keep your feet naked, touching the holy ground above, but leave you unjustified before mankind.13-14 You will be invisible to man but intimate with God. These cover the ankle and the heel also. Invisibility will work the cross in your life to the point that there will be no exposed heel or any strength in the natural man displayed.”15-16
I sat on the sea of glass to put them on. “These are the strangest shoes I have ever seen,” I said.
“Yes,” Jesus answered. “Few want to wear them. They are out of style.”
“Will they stay on?” I laughed.
“Yes, unless you yourself take them off. You can expose your walk before mankind, but there will be no life in it.17 The worm of death will crawl in and out of that exposure, Anna.”18 Then He asked, “Can you walk in the fire of invisibility that mankind will not give you glory? Few alive today will wear these shoes, for they want their glory from mankind instead of God.”19
I finished lacing the shoes and stood. The tops of my feet were invisible. “Lord,” I asked seriously, “am I going to be able to do this?”
“No,” He smiled, “but I will, if you will let Me.”20
I searched His face. “I believe,” I said softly. “Help my unbelief.”21
Next, go to the Teaching Archives. July 2018 Teaching Archives – A Mantle From the Holy Spirit
