During 0500 Global Watch call: A vision, visions, of warring in the Spirit!
Visions of armies returning from the hard dry place – where there was no water.
All those returning, moving slowly but steadily, were exhausted, and arriving at a cool green watery place, being cooled, washed, refreshed.
Armor off, horses unsaddled.
[1st thing in the morning song: “Turn the Page”, Bob Seeger]
I recorded a remembrance of waking visions from 2 or 3 days ago:
We had been listening to prophetic words about the coming shaking, coming darkness and I was overcome by an “understanding” of the darkness, of which I had been foretold (see December 14, 2021).
I could “see” that when the darkness covers, we (faithful) will still be able to move about, even drive, because there will be something like spheres of light around us when we walk, moving with us if we need to drive. I thought of our horses and was shown, taken to the pasture – where an angel was sitting on the gate – there to light up our way and to comfort & calm all the animals.
The angel was large and full of love, almost joy/happiness, feet shod in sandals, robes that looked like pants below, a cloak above the waist. I could not see the angels face as something like flickering blue-white flames, or waves of light rippled all over.
I said ‘large’ because even while sitting on the gate, he was nearly touching the ground with his feet, nearly touching the roof with his head – Broad-shouldered and powerful but so gentle, so full of Peace & protection. The presence of the angel made all the animals completely calm, safe, unconcerned about the extreme darkness.
I was reading scripture with Judith (Psalm 43, Acts 15, Exodus 35-36), when I was stopped, literally in the middle of writing, to receive and write this word:
You call to me, speak to me in the wind, waves and I hear you say:
When you are ever unsure, know this deeply in you – as deep as My earth beneath your feet:
I SAY YOU ARE MINE! Who will stand to face me that you could ever be taken from ME?
My child, do not fear the shaking, the thunder, the sound announcing Me, for My voice is your Light. Your imagination fails, yet know this: I will indeed say to you, to all MY children, what to do. This will be unmistakable. Where to go, this will be crystal clear. How to again work and create in a harmonic symphonic way that the Earth, Air, Water, and creatures resonate to My frequency and season – You will ask ‘Is what we do – work, farming, making – caring for My Kingdom first?
Are you tending what I have given you, provided you, that it provides abundance of clean, good food and un-poisoned water for you, My Beloved Children? Those whom I call Mine?
In seeking first the Kingdom, your making, creating, operating, and manufacturing will find profit, yet not profit first, above Me. You will again delight in making balance, for you know when you are harmonic and when you are discordant (as now, when attacked).
Know this more and more: The Kingdom is that Harmony.
0630, on the beach with Luke; cold, raw, windy. Somehow, I am powerfully sensing gravity itself anchoring each footstep to the sand, and I hear His voice:
I have given you Direction, My son, My people: the very knowing of your up, down, front and back – towards ME, or away.
You know a constant you call gravity – true, constant, ever present. I AM that for your very soul. You can do naught else yet set your feet on the ground, and stand, walk – yes, even Kneel to ME. Stand, then, on Rock with your soul, as your feet stand on My very Earth. I will guide you – as you read My prophet Isaiah – I go before you, I am behind you. Read, then, My Word, which is My very chart for you.
You, all of you, are walking in Spirit more than you know, and have been – so you can do naught else but Trust Me. Draw near to me then, as scripture tells you, and I will draw near to you. Nearer than you can imagine, constant as the ‘gravity’ you ‘know’ to be real.
There is a pause, a waiting for me to catch my breath. I hear the surf, and in the surf, rocks tumbling together – no, they’re … clapping together with each incoming wave, and singing: ‘Yes! Hallelujah to the Lamb!’
Yes, My child, My ocean kisses the very Earth, the very Earth that caresses My very Atmosphere – that which you ‘know’ to always be there. Yes, I AM there, in the Earth, Air, Water – Yes, I AM that SPIRIT, that Fire, that Love, that Forever, that Infinite, yet that very caress, My touch, My kiss, My very breath in you.
Yes, I sing in Joy when you, My beloved ones, come to Me. OH HOW I LOVE YOU!
Will I ever, ever then, abandon you?
I, I AM, model for you, demonstrate for you – as Jesus – Love, as Power, as Rescue, as Provision, as Forever Faithful, as Truth.
As you have seen Me sift and save you, My Hand moves to transform and save.
Then He is silent, His words still ringing in my ears, as I recall the dream and parable of His sifting and saving us. Rocks still clap and sing in the surf.
I was in a new house, home with Anne and Judith; tall, with large rooms; two stories, a large staircase. Beveled glass French doors opening onto a terrace or veranda.
But there was trouble, danger, for we discovered there were many poisonous snakes – tiny, black-and-white striped – everywhere, under the furniture, in corners.
They were tiny, but fierce and aggressive, and at first, I tried to get them out with my hands – for some reason when they bit me, or struck at me, it didn’t have much effect. But I couldn’t catch them and get rid of them.
I tried ‘fishing’ for them with some kind of bait on a string, on a stick. The tiny snakes would bite it and hang on, but still, I couldn’t get many of them out.
Suddenly, without prompting or prayer, or any other words, a long Holy Sword appeared in my right hand, dripping with fire, rippling with Holy flames along its length. I was momentarily baffled, because I thought I was supposed to poke or stab at the snakes, because they were under the furniture, in corners; but just as instantly it became powerfully clear that I was to swing the sword in a great arc, sweeping it under the chairs, sofas.
This sword went out and into the corners, in-between table legs as I swung it, so that in one or two sweeping arcs, all the snakes were killed, stuck to the end on the sword, where I could simply flick them off behind me, into oblivion. There was an ease, a power of complete satisfaction, or more like complete Peace at cleaning out the pestilence, at making the house safe.
Friday April 1st, 2022
Recall of dreams overnight:
I was under some sort of oppressive force, and in the scene, there were others with me, yet I was up front, and was being forced to clean up something or die.
A guard or overseer, mean and angry, ready to kill, threw a huge bowl of very fine, tiny black and white grains into the air, into the dust, into the sand where we were standing.
I was forced to pick them out, one at a time, every single one, or all would die. The tiny grains, I could understand, were believers, and the evil overseer had scattered them all into the sand, some blown far away by the wind – where it ‘thought’ that we would never be able to extract ourselves, differentiate ourselves from the dust, dirt, sand – that we would be lost to God in this way.
Then a Heavenly “sifter” of some sort simply appeared and in one smooth motion: reclaimed, saved, sifted every one of the tiny grains, even the ones blown far off by the wind.
Saturday 2 April 2022
Early morning walking and things begin to flood into me, as He tells me, simply:
Write for Me “The Parable of the Black and White Grains”
It comes to me immediately that the “sifter” I had seen in the dream … was actually God’s very hand – not only could it gently but thoroughly scoop up the tiny grains (leaving the sand), but His unimaginable fingers picked out the wind-blown grains – Every One – not one was lost!
The evil is furious at this because it has taken this “tactic” of trying to mix us all, believers and non, together as though one mixes yeast into flour, making dough from which, it thinks, the believers could never be extracted, an unholy amalgamation.
I hear a derisive laugh, almost a spitting out of disgust, and then:
You understand well this attempt to knead you together as some sort of “bad bread,” for you know in your earthly sense that when food is “bad,” then you …
He waits for me to finish the sentence. “…throw it out …”. There is a snort of disgust.
As though if you, My precious children, were kneaded together with ‘bad yeast’ or horrible substances, chemicals, so that I could not … make you clean again?
And yet, My child, he wishes to actually make you “unrecognizable” to Me – as if that were possible! – by changing your very molecular structure (you say ‘DNA’), and perhaps worse, ‘kneading’ your very essence with non-human ingredients.