Encounters with Seraphim have been somewhat rare in my life. However, each encounter has been spectacular, to say the least.

In the Wheel of Fire, I was taken right into the midst of (perhaps) thousands of Seraphs.

Not only is such an experience transformative, but the sound somehow alters the cellular structure within the body, you are never the same.

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VISION:

A huge, gold ring began to spin before us. It was as tall as the Ferris wheels that are part of the world’s fair exhibitions on Earth.

(Picture from my journal of February 24, 1995: The black coming through the colors is from the back of the page showing through from sitting in water when the fire department put out the fire at our home.)

It spun rapidly, bursting into flames.

(Picture from my journal of February 24, 1995.)

I realized that the flames were fiery seraphim, hundreds, no thousands, of them.

Their flames were as intense as blowtorches. But a figure similar to a man’s was at the core of each torch. Each seraph had six wings. With two they covered their eyes, with two they covered their feet, and with two they flew. A unique and pure music came from their midst.¹

“Who will ride the wheel of fire?” the seraphim called. Their voices had a strange sound, as if their words were passing through some medium to which we are not accustomed on Earth.²

I realized I would need a greater spiritual maturity than I now possessed if I would desire to share the burdens of God. I did not know what this would mean. But evidently this fire was a first step if I wished such maturity. I turned to Jesus, “I want to ride the wheel, my Lord.”

He smiled. “We will ride it together.”

I called to the seraphim, “We will ride.”

Jesus took my right hand, and we started forward. The closer we came to the wheel, the hotter grew the flames with which it burned. The sound of thousands of blowtorches was formidable. But through the flames I could hear an adoration of God that was of such purity that it startled my senses.

As we arrived at the fiery wheel, a seraph beckoned for us to enter the flames. The seraph spoke to me. “Few wish to ride the ring of fire. They want the ring of gold but not the ring of fire.”

I looked at Jesus. Then holding tightly to His hand, we both entered the fire. It was extremely hot among these flaming seraphim.

A seraph gestured for us to sit down. We did. The wheel began to turn. We went up as if the fiery ring was actually a huge Ferris wheel.

THE MINISTRY OF SERAPHS

Jesus said, “The seraphim will train you in a holiness that will bring forth pure worship, holiness burning like a torch, intense in its focus. If you will yield to the ministry of these servants, you too will be like a flame and burn like a torch of love and purity for your God.”³

(Picture from my journal of 1995.)

He continued, “The fire is for all. Learn to live in the fire by allowing it to burn away all that will not pass through as purely of Me. Learn to love the fire of God.”⁴

THE FLAMING COAL

As the wheel climbed, it seemed as though I could see the entire universe – the beyond of beyond.

A seraph flew to me with a live coal and placed it on my lips and tongue. The fire burned across my face and down my throat into my heart.

(Picture from my journal of 1995.)

The seraph said, “Let your words be fewer and only those that come from the throne.”⁵

CALAMUS AND CINNAMON

The smell of calamus and cinnamon was intense within the flames. I knew that calamus means upright in God’s sight.⁶ Cinnamon bespeaks the smell of holiness that comes from a heart pure before God, holiness of heart.⁷

SONG OF THE SERAPHIM

The thousands of seraphs sang:

Let all in Heaven,
Let all on Earth
Proclaim His holy name.

Let all in Heaven,
Let all on Earth
Speak of His glory and fame.

A wall of fire around our hearts,
A wall of fire around our minds,
A wall of fire around our feet,
Holy is His name.⁸

I looked at Jesus. The more they sang, the more light poured through His skin. “Your skin,” I said, it is so . . . different. It is as though light comes from it.”

THOSE WHO DRAW NEAR

“Light does pass through My skin,” He said. “But Anna, light can pass through your skin, for those who draw near to Me are light bearers. The nearer they come, the more light passes through their skin to others.”⁹

“Like Moses?” I asked. I thought to myself of how separated his life became. Moses would go alone to the tent of meeting, alone to the mountaintop, alone with a veil eventually over his face because of the glory of God upon his countenance. The Lord read my thoughts.

“There is a separation that occurs, Anna. As one draws closer to God, there is a burning away of the dimness over the eyes of the mind and the eyes of the heart. For these the world loses its luster. The ingenuity of mankind becomes a passing spectacle that only causes the person to turn with a sigh back to God.”¹⁰

He continued, “When the True comes, that which is but a copy, but a reworked speck of a magnificent whole, cannot hold that person’s interest. God alone can capture their spirits, hearts, souls and bodies.”

ADORATION

As the fiery wheel reached its zenith, Jesus began to praise the Father. The seraphim burned more brightly in response to His adoration. “O incomparable Father, who or what is like You? How awesome in majesty! How faithful in covenant! Unsurpassed in beauty! Blessed are those who draw near to You. Blessed are those who dwell in You. They will forever praise You and minister to You to desires of Your heart – love undivided, burning in the seal of holiness, suitable for God alone. And those who draw near, those who enter, they will never go out again.”¹¹

CHRIST TRANSFORMED

He was transformed into pure worship before me. It was as though He could not help Himself. Once begun, He could only enter in more deeply, express His love more passionately, burn more intensely. The passion of His ardor came from complete understanding. It was love and praise that sprang from knowledge such that only compete union can bring forth.

As I watched, He had passed into an ecstasy of love and passion that was incomprehensible to me. The intensity and purity of His expression – His all-consuming zeal for His Father – was so far beyond my understanding that it was wholly “other”.¹²

He burned with a laser-white light.

By being with Him, I was carried further in my own passion and zeal for God. It was as though the alabaster vial had been broken, for the smell of costly spikenard accompanied this spiraling upward. He became pure, uncreated light.¹³

Eventually, the white flame of His ardor for His Father subsided, like the intensity of a powerful light being reduced. He became the Lord I could comprehend. “Love God, Anna,” He said. “He has invited you into His heart. Do not treat this as a trivial invitation.”¹⁴

The Notes are in the November 2018 – Teaching Archives