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.
It read:
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.
