I am at my desk, reading “news” of the aerospace and defense industry, and all background sounds seem to stop, because He speaks to me:
There is war, and there will be war. But you, My watchstander, you are commanded to keep your watch on what I direct. Do not let your attention be drawn from your assigned duty, your assigned tower. There are many others watching war, yet you are commanded to be even more vigilant than before, for the fog and friction of war is terrible, and a terrible tactic of the enemy.
Many eyes and ears and voices will be drawn, yet you have something else to keep watch for, for the true attack is on My sheep, the beloved of My fields. Consider all the tactics you know, and more, for the noise and smoke, blood and cries will rise to pierce your ears, to blind your eyes.
How many times I have seen this and protected you from it. And yet again, lo, even now you (meaning all of us) have been weakened by years of poisons by the drop to your minds and hearts and souls and bodies. “Now!” they cry, “Now! They are so weak, so divided …”, so, so many of you (he still believes) set against ME, yet even now I but spit in his direction and he burns.
Can you but believe that I will never surrender any of MY children!
Oh! There is war, yes, war, war indeed, and he wants to fight on his terms on battlefields of his choosing. I will never allow this, for this you must know.
My blessed son Solomon spoke for me saying “there is a season for everything”, and I have made the seasons, they are MINE. So also are the battlefields and “terms”, the “rules of engagement”, the very time and space itself … MINE!
You are correct to say, “This fight is the LORD’s,” for it is. Thus I command My warriors – you have seen and believe – and My watchstanders, and all My children who must each and all do their duties, and not the duties of others, for We, you, My children, and I, and My warring angels, are more powerful than the darkness can possibly comprehend.
I am awakened very early in the morning – is it 2 or 3am? In the darkness there is some sort of living vision, there is rocking turbulence, a massive explosion or earthquake under the sea, and I was nearly seasick from the motion, roiling and sloshing – yet there was some sort of horizon that I could focus on, a thin golden line. The massive tremor or shaking and sloshing subsided, which was followed immediately by another, smaller one.
Where is this, Lord? What is it, an earthquake, a landslide, a tsunami?
Restless, sleepless until shortly after 5am, and I get up, get dressed and go out walking with Luke. It is 13° at the beach this morning; we are alone with the Lord. I fumble around with my mittens off, fingers freezing, to take these pictures:
Full moon setting over the frozen bayVenus, the bright morning star, before sunrise
The Lion’s Armies Gather, Sing His Praise
Perhaps 7am; In prayer with Judith, I am transported somewhere and given a sweeping, detailed vision of armies coming together. I recognize Judith, she is fully armored and on her war-horse; she is at the head of a division, carrying a battle flag on her left, a shield over her back. The rectangular flag is white with red symbols. On the top of the flagstaff is a battle streamer, blue and gold, long and snapping in the breeze.
Thousands of mounted cavalry are all around, and at the command of the Lion, they all began to stream down onto a plain or plateau overlooking an immense valley. I was with thousands of foot soldiers, and we began to move out in either direction along the ridgeline surrounding the open end of the valley. The horse soldiers below spread out in staggering numbers, hundreds of battle flags and streamers flying. The colors and symbols on the flags and streamers are amazing. The earth is shaking from thousands of horses moving into position.
The Lion Himself stands to my right on a promontory or something jutting out of the rocky mountain – if He was even standing on anything at all. He was speaking, singing, making himself heard, known, but there wasn’t any (earthly) sound that I could recognize. Yet every command, every note was instantly understood and obeyed.
At some unspoken but clear command, the sky above was filled with flying beings, creatures, eagles, some beings in robes, many which I could not even identify, banners and battle flags streaming out behind them as they covered the sky. With a command note one entire section of them peeled off to the left and a brilliant flash of blue-white sky poured through. To the center and right, the sky army separated into two or three other divisions and swept forward, their song mighty and clear, full of praise and Love.
Another command and the cavalry let loose a roar, a stupendous sound, a song of praise, which was answered, harmonized with by the foot-soldiers, and then with yet another instantaneous command – or something like a call-and-response, the sky ripped open with a diamond-crystal liquid note of incredible clarity and purity, which blew out over the entire sky in every direction – a brilliant white expanding round disk, shooting out, thundering, praising its way out to infinity.
[an unintelligible language pours out of my mouth; it is a hymn, a song of the creatures of the skies, in their own language]
Instantly, the oceans, the seas answered, rearing up in three dimensions, far away yet powerfully close, deep rich blue-green, and full of fish, whales, sea-creatures, all bearing weapons and battle banners, whipping in the water, streaks of brilliant white streaming off them. The surf was roaring – in place – and the very sand was alive in golden motion. The sea and its creatures, beings, let loose a deep resonant clear bass note of such power that the earth shook, but in magnificent resonance.
[another unintelligible language pours out of my mouth; it is the song of the sea, in their own tongue; I can taste the blue-green color of it]
The soldiers on the ridge raised their swords, brilliant white, into the sky to touch the white diamond crystal song above, and something like lightning flowed from the sky to the swords and through the earth.
The cavalry then dismounted, held their shields out and were beating them with the flats of their swords, flashing white like lightning, making a rhythmic beat to match the song, the Psalter of the armies, a song, a hymn, thundering “Hallelujah to the Lamb!”, all the different armies in something so much more than symphonic harmony, a spiritual frequency of immense power and light.
All the horses of the cavalry were singing, too, stamping their hooves, each of which was encircled by a narrow band of silver, and all their own armor and tack sparkled like diamonds, the tack bound with silver rings, and armor covering the faces of each horse gleaming bright.
The vision snaps to a close, and I am once again sitting in prayer with Judith. I am sweating, breathing hard, wondering what it was I just experienced, what just poured out of my throat. Jesus, thank you, Hallelujah to the Lamb.
A long sequential dream early this morning, in a small-town center, happily busy and enlivened. Dad Geisel was there and we were riding in a car or truck together, he was driving, looking in the rearview mirror asking me if we were going in the right direction, on Rt 14 west? Or East? There were throngs of people traveling on bicycles and walking going to their work or marketing. Then, in the darkness of the morning, almost black – except I could see some light of the moon, my eyes and ears were popped open, and I was fully awake to hear:
The Parable of the Trees. Consider this, child
What do you mean, ‘parable of the trees’? I’ve never heard of this. Are You asking me to write a parable? I can’t write a parable, Lord. What would I say? ‘Once upon a time there were three trees…’ Lord, help me, I don’t even know what the message of a parable would be. What trees do you mean?
The Parable of the Trees. Now awaken
I see by the very faint light what time it is (~0500), arise, dress, and set off for the bridge with Luke. It is a frosty 6 or 7° with a breeze from the west-northwest (a wind chill of -2°). A simple search for the phrase ‘parable of the trees’ returns this word from the book of Judges, Ch 9:7-15 (and the curse of Jotham against Abimelech and the people, v.16-20), The Olive Tree, The Fig Tree, The Vine, And The Bramble.
Walking now in the wind, listening to the crunch of my feet on wind-swept, wind-blasted ice and snow, watching the sky turn orange, and I hear:
Your Nation, your land is being choked and destroyed by brambles and invasive species but I am raising up a tree to lead you for a time, an oak, strong and not perfect. Some are so quick to point at the imperfections, Ah Ha, they cry, ‘a flabby oak’ or ‘See how it is so misshapen’, or crying aloud in their false piety ‘It bears no fruit, this oak! Of course it’s not from God!’
I AM GOD and these are my trees. Who of your foul mouths will face me to tell me, to MY Face that they are not?
(There is a deeper shivering that is not from the cold and wind)
Do you remember how to prune, MY child? Remember what MY child John (the Baptist) spoke:
… The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire …
I am listening to Robin Bullock when the Lord commands me to listen to Him, and write:
You have been thinking of the tribes who once lived on your very shore, and the bay and beach, sea and shore, this place where earth and air and water meet with MY Spirit.
Yes, child, this place where I meet you every morning.
You have been thinking of barrier beaches, and the ebb and flow of MY Living waters. Thinking that all you encountered (He means all people) was yours from which to create power and wealth. You (speaking to All) think of this earth and air and water as part of what you call “infrastructure” – You want to parse all you live in, work with, take from, as individuated pieces, yet MY gentle children … You – some of you – parse ME thusly, and OH how I ache for your “wisdom.” For I AM ALL and I am NOT to be parsed! For I AM your Critical Infrastructure!
I have told you that you will be shown how to again tend MY very foundation of you Nation, in the good earth – and so also, I will show you how to make your rivers and lakes, streams and all your water again run pure and fertile, strong and nourishing for MY children, MY earth – for your complete abundance. YES!! For your Fruited Plains!
Consider how very foundational this is. You MY Children will tend this Nation again with ME as the very foundation. From this all else may be rebuilt upon. Your resources and finances will fund this, first and equal to your defense, or more.
OH! Some foul wail reaches ME, that “hiss” noise, that you (Nation) must have a “strong foreign policy” which you have already contorted into vast streams of poorly used, squandered wealth…
…While your very Nation, your “infrastructure” has made MY children disunited, discordant, disconnected, unhealthy, oppressed.
Now Hear ME Oh MY Children – I (I AM) will re-unite, re-integrate, re-refine your Nation, MY Children. I Will make you one people again and you will make ME your foundation
And then the sound you will make, your sound of that harmony, that Living Spirit, pouring over the rocks and earth, pouring over you all, will become the one clear note that nourishes and sustains.
I am standing outside in the cold morning air, when clearly, very clearly, I hear these words, these commands, this Power, This Love:
My Watchstanders, Hear ME! Oh MY Watchstanders, listen to ME, hear MY charge to you! The time is coming, the time is nigh here for you to Report what you see, what you hear, from the walls, from the shore, from the skies, from the battlements, from the streets and fields and cities. (powerfully loud now)Do you not stand on watch for me, for your own people and families, for All MY Children of America? Your duty then, your charge, is clear.
Is it sometimes lonely, and dark, standing your watch? No one asks you – because they trust you watchstanders to do as you are charged – to say “danger” and “wrong” when you see, speak Truth, because you Report to ME first.
Sing, sing this to ME again, and consider each word:
~0930, I am in the hay shed, bending over to cut the baling twine from a bale, and I am stopped motionless, as this I hear, (and the background whine stops):
Pay attention, My child, to what I am saying to you: What do you see that is missing? What do you hear that is not being played? What note, what tone, what frequency, as Judith knows, do you not feel?
I love Judith so much, and you know that Love, that you now show her.
Stand watch, stand your watch, both of you, for I love you in obedience to ME. It is now more important than ever.
Later that morning, ~1100; My mind is racing through what I see and don’t see, what is heard and unheard, felt and unfelt. There is a gentle nudge. I say aloud, but quietly:
“We don’t have a leader, one who is physically, spiritually demonstrating the command authority that speaks (or even acts in unspoken authority) ‘I’ve got this, here’s what we’re going to do…’”
You are correct, at this moment.
“We don’t have, I do not see Unity, Vibrancy, Confidence. I cannot feel Trust in one another. We are fearful, thus do not possess Absolute belief and trust in the goodness of our Future.”
(Then this, seemingly out of nowhere, yet everywhere):
This also you do not see: You, My people, are not making babies. (There is deep booming laughter) I know about making babies!
Yes, of course, My son, it is entirely too easy to simply say ‘We don’t have GOD’, for that is certainly true. Yet many do, and MY Love is that you all do. Yet list for ME all the things you say I AM that you think you see or don’t see, what is missing.
On a cold wet morning, I’m walking on a manure-strewn path through the slushy snow, carrying flakes of hay for horses, and His voice I hear:
You have heard it said “It is not what comes out of a man (like manure) that makes him unclean” but I tell you, I say to you that you, MY children, so many of you, have had much put into you which IS making you unclean to ME. So much put into you. You know of what I AM speaking, all of you. The voice of this word I do not command to list such pestilence, such poison, such ‘chemicals’ as you would say.
Hear me, MY son, and say these words: I am coming. I am coming, coming to cleanse you, to cleanse this Land, this Nation, MY earth. I am coming to cleanse.
I am coming to cleanse and make green and verdant your land, My Lands. And your land will become rich and green and verdant, abundant with wheat and corn and soybeans, fruits and grapes and vegetables and so much abundance that there will not be workers enough for a harvest.
You will learn again how to grow, and I will show you. Consider what you are walking in, child, and consider.
Go and read “Food, Faith and Farming”. Go and read Glen Clark.
Visions this morning while praying with my beloved Judith:
An angel appears to my right front and says,
“I am Gabriel and I stand at the right hand of the Most High.”
Taller than our room and brilliant with a sword in one hand; the sword had white flames flickering or dancing on it. I do not have time to be shocked or amazed, because immediately Jesus stands to my right and speaks:
“I Am here. I knocked and you have invited Me in.”
Dazzling but so gentle, so powerful, so Love. I can only look down at his feet, marked, in sandals.
“Lord, let me feed you. Stay with us here for some time.”
“I AM here.” He says again, and there is peace, there is the quiet where I don’t recognize or hear the whining in my ear.
There is suddenly, in flames of fire, a Lion, and Holy Spirit. The same Holy Spirit I saw breathe fire over Judith.
Waves of fire come off Spirit, the Lion is next to my face, and I lower my eyes from that brilliance, and there is a horse standing next to me. I know it is Prince, I know those legs and I am standing by his left hindquarter.
A tall lanky girl is next to me lifting a small child onto the horses back. I know it is Anne even without seeing her face. She is steadying the child and saying with as much delight as the child is feeling, “See! You can hold his mane, here!” Puts the little hands on Prince’s mane, black and silver. The child is full of joy and pure happiness.
The Lion comes close to my face again, and now I am in a Narnian sea. Next to the Lion is a flaming spirit horse. The water, the sea, is dark against the fire above and around, and it’s alive with droplets and little spouts of water giggling, laughing, tickling the surface, as huge rollers come sweeping by.
I am in up to my neck as each huge wave comes sweeping by, the surface is alive with the little sprout-drops dancing on the surface in spite of its immense power. I can see myself from behind and above, very short hair shaking off the water from the last wave. It’s like some sort of liquid power or something healing. The waves are sweeping towards some shore far in the distance. There is thundering resonance felt through the water.
Immediately I returned to our prayer, again I hear
“I AM here”,
and I feel the shield again on my left arm. It is at the same time, weightless and unbelievably massive. Suddenly it changes shape and I recognize, I remember, that it has been doing this, changing shape and size, and strength and ‘weight’ or ‘mass’ for a while, and I didn’t recognize it until now. Sometimes it is long, long enough to cover my feet, sometimes very pointed; then, it can instantly become short and broad and curved over my shoulders and head. There is some sort on indent into which my left forearm and hand fit perfectly, and the ‘grasp’ on the inside is not something I am ‘holding’ or wrapping my fingers and hand around, as much as it sort of ‘becomes’ my hand. It is effortless to hold and just powerfully heavy at the same time.
