I am driving back over the bridge, considering God’s creatures, and mentally calculating, estimating the sheer mass volume of seawater that pours in and out of the bay, in rhythm to God’s tidal frequency … and He speaks:

            Remember and consider, My child, that we have spoken about size and scale, perception and perspective – remember your units, and how you “measure.” Remember your vectors, velocity and acceleration, flow, pressure and temperature. Remember, then, power and energy.

            Consider next, child, what you call “control” and consider how everything “Integrates,” so that you may begin to comprehend “authority.”

            Remember My talking with you about the work of your hands? [He is meaning all people, not just me] How truly marvelous so many of your works are? Make a parable, My child, of your truck; your “authority” over it, its “design”, as you call it, and “purpose” … how you [all of us] have complete “confidence” in your mechanical transportation, in its doing what you want, when you want. You do not see this as “authority,” yet … you move, navigate “on-demand,” and “expect” to locomote and be safe.

            Imagine therefore, My child, if you sat in a “cockpit” or “drivers seat” for all other “transactions of authority.”

My initial thoughts:

1. You “know” where you want to “go” (the end-state of binding and loosing)
2. You need a key and an engine = prayer and faith
3. Your spiritual authority truck does exactly what you want
4. Your command is obeyed; it must be

I am at home, in early morning connection with our Global Watch family, praying: “Our very earthly world is noisy, clouded, jagged, stinky, distasteful. Lift our five ‘senses’ high above, that we should live in Glory. Grant us, Lord, the ‘senses’ of your creatures, to see in the dark, to see in the water, to run effortlessly over rough ground, to sniff out good foods and safe places … “

God asks me a question, shocking me almost out-of-body like, as though I’m at the beach, with Luke

            What do you see, My son, when you stand on the shore and look at the ocean?

            “I see waves, and swells, birds flying low, soaring high, skittering on the sand. I see blue and green and white spray…”

Yes, we have spoken of my birds, my winged creatures, and their power and grace and sight.

Consider, child, My creatures of the Waters, the seas, child, consider, for you cannot see them, hear them, yet the waters teem with life, MY LIFE. As true this is in the earth, the soil. Remember your limited ranges of sight, of hearing. Speak of this.

I am at the beach, walking Luke at 0530, quite dark, overcast, still. There are waves making an overlapping background sound, not a rhythmic wave-after-wave sound. I am thinking about how unreal some things seem, how “stupidly normal and banal” so much seems, like “business-as-usual”, which has been “normalized” next to trauma, fear, the “oh my God” factor of Ukraine, covid, corruption, and deceit. I must have asked “How can this be, Lord?”

            You are not on a wartime footing, are you? If there is any kind of war that you would ‘recognize’, there is almost no response to it … Is there?

“Oh, my Lord, you’re so right!” There is an audible pause, and I hear a rumbling low laugh.

            Consider, my child, what you would be observing if there truly were a crisis: the nearly frantic activity of all around you, the nearly deafening din over your communications.

And then this, loudly:

            I am above any radio frequency, above any of what you call ‘optical’ channels, over and under any audible spectra, over any of what you call ‘internet’ channels. Those who communicate in what they ‘think’ is ‘secret’, ‘encrypted’ … think again. I hear, I see everything. Who among you will stand to face Me to tell me what I see and hear?

He is telling me this to remind me of something I heard some weeks ago: that when He commands to us in the coming darkness, it will be in each of our languages, in a voice that each of us will hear and understand. He knows that I have been thinking of this because I have been feeling my own hearing growing weaker.

            You hear Me now, clearly, do you not?

“Yes, Lord”

            You will hear me then. Do not fear. Consider very carefully, My child, the dimensionlessness of Spirit navigation, as I have instructed you. Consider how you feel when making a “night passage.” First, when you are on a mission, as you are now, you will not always be the “leader”. This is as it should be. Sometimes you will be a navigator, sometimes you will fix things, sometimes you will wash and clean, sometimes you will cook … and yes, sometimes you will lead. Understand this first. As my body unifies, there are roles and responsibilities enough for all, healers will heal, singers will sing, storytellers will tell stories, warriors will fight, mourners will mourn. Do you understand so far?

“Yes, Lord. All of us jostling along together, each playing our parts, that may change at any time.”

            Now consider sailing at night, your “night passage.” You feel the boat moving on the sea beneath your feet. You cannot see anything. But you … what do you know?

“Course to steer, speed made good, time and distance to the next port or next point to turn.”

            How do you know your course, what you steer to?

“Stars. And a compass. There’s always a compass. And other tools for speed.”

            You think of ‘true North’ as a constant but consider very carefully what I have been telling you about navigating in the Spirit, where ‘angles’, ‘degrees’, ‘nautical miles’ are not what you are used to. Consider that I will be your compass, and I will instruct you, teach you, direct you … that you may direct others, as they may look to you for ‘course and distance’.

            Remember and recall your absolute confidence on the open sea, at night, in storms, the absolute confidence that you will not sink, and that your course and speed will take you to the ‘correct’ location, take you where you are commanded to go.

            When storms come to your Nation, your community, your family, when My period of darkness comes, you press into that confidence, because of Me you will not sink, and you will arrive at safe harbor, all you who call on Me in Holy fear, reverence, faith, Love.

Walking Luke at sunrise, facing the ocean with the immensity of God’s huge hand stretching out overhead:

I hear a laugh, a quiet chuckle:

            How big do you say I am?

            You are unable to describe it, I know. Many try. You, My child, I have given a fragment of a glimpse when you think of Me from the smallest particle to the most Heavenly, most …

There is a pause. He is waiting for me to say something. I’m stammering almost, struggling for words, any word at all. “My God, my Father, I love you so much! You know I can’t say anything about what “size” you are.  I only know … you are as close as wind and spray on my skin, as far away as stars and sun.”

            In the binding of your five senses, in what you make of My world, you have made what you call units of measurement.

That prompting is all I need, and my mind is racing, I am thinking of length and width, of weight, mass, of velocity, of vectors. I am thinking of course and distance, of navigation, of measuring, of describing, of quantifying. I am thinking of birds flying, of “lift” and “drag.” There is another laugh.

            I love you so much, watching your mind work. Consider, my navigator, my watchstander,

That I am dimensionless

            Consider what you will need to know as you navigate in the Spirit. Consider your “equations of motion” in information space, in My Spirit space.