Wednesday 26 October 2022

On-watch for the Lord at 6am, on a dark and foggy beach. “Just us, Lord. Bless me with your words, for I am yours and nothing else matters.” For a few moments there is nothing but the washing of the incoming tide, until he speaks:

            You are thinking of the least significant digits, the smallest bits, the decimal places of your resolution, your precision. Yet consider, My child, what is the smallest piece of Me you can have and not have all of Me? For I AM, the most infinite and the most infinitesimal. 

            Your faith, hope, trust, love – all for Me, for each other – as small as a mustard seed, is more to Me than magnificent structures. Your single uttered prayer, under your breath, silently thought of, rings as though from a stadium full.

            You have been besieged, child, by forces that present numbers and digits to you as wholly significant – prices to the penny and gallons to the thousandth – numbers of My children killed and wounded by ingredients measured and mixed to an unverifiable amount. The assault on your senses, your understanding, is to force you to believe what you can see the effect of but cannot verify.

            Consider carefully how you verify Me.

            When there is balance, fair and accurate weights and measures, does it matter the amounts on either side of the scale? The level sea and the true plumb do not depend on any counting or calculating.

            Hear Me now, child – hear Me all children of Mine – I KNOW what lies are told with numbers and measurements and I KNOW each person who creates falsehood. I KNOW when they ‘justify’ their actions, and I KNOW the intentions and hearts of My children.

            You must know then My intention – always and forever – that My created earth and My loving, trusting children WILL NOT BE TAKEN FROM ME.

            I hear every cry. I taste every tear. I feel every shuddering sob. As you are in My image, you then know My grieving heart. You know My word is true, My promises to you and to many are true. Yet you know My ways and My perspective, My dimensionless senses, are not just higher but in the realm of Spirit, where I call you.

            Again I call you, child, again I command you to remain strong and unshakable, to cast away fear and doubt. Yes, even in your observation that nothing seems to be coming to fulfill My promises.

            Oh My child! That your faith remains, that you love, as I love you!

            You must continue to see and hear in the Spirit for I call you to remain on-watch for Me. Yes, I know the cost, as you know the cost with each communion you take. Yes, you are Mine because I paid for you in Full Measure, and that measure is True and Forever.

            So much do I love you.

Friday 21 October 2022

The Lord, my Commander, spoke to me this morning:

                In the battles of this war there are casualties. You see the dead, wounded and dying. You see the leader, the commander of warriors, take the solitary responsibility of writing the letters of condolence.

I see a soldier in a battle-stained uniform sitting in a small tent, staring at the list of names, staring at the blank papers in front of him. The pain of the loss is overwhelming.

                You have been considering what you don’t see or hear. I want you to tell me, child.

“There is no one writing a letter of condolence for anyone killed in this war. No one who died from a bioweapon or died from lethal treatment will ever receive anything from their nation. The dead and wounded are not even being acknowledged as being in the war, Father.”

                I want you to write it, child, write the letter of condolence. Write the letter that civilians never get. Write the letter for all the children, all the parents, all those killed in action. Killed in the line of duty, their service to your nation. Their service to me, as they knew or not.

Dear Fellow Americans

                It is with the utmost sorrow that I write you, knowing what grief these words must bring. Your loved one was killed today in battle and these words cannot but hope to convey our heartache at your loss. They served this nation with courage and love and gave the ultimate sacrifice for freedom. The Lord Jesus tells us: “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” Know with all your heart that their loss was not in vain.

I pray for your courage to withstand the grief, to know that your beloved is safe with God. We mourn together and we will never forget. I pray for the comfort of our Father to come on you, for strength to continue to stand together. We will never be defeated.

A grateful nation consecrates your beloved with honor and respect.

With love, in the Name of Jesus,

A soldier in the Army of the Lord

Wednesday 19 October 2022

I was in a deep dream but awakened at 330am by the Lord, urging me to come talk with him at the beach. I tossed and turned for another hour and a half, finally getting up and out in the cold dark morning. Luke and I were on the beach by 530. The sky was brilliant with stars and a small but very bright crescent moon. Facing south, the constellations Orion and Taurus were in full display, with the fiery red planet Mars between the horns of Taurus (Al Hecka to the left, El Nath higher and to the right). The bright star Aldebaran (the right ‘eye’ of the great bull) and the twinkling Pleiades, Sirius, Procyon and more hold my stare. To the north Cassiopeia and the Big Dipper focus on the pole star.

It is 40° with a stiff wind blowing and we are quite alone with the Lord. No birds are yet calling or crying out, only the quiet crunch of my own footsteps on the sand and stones breaks the silence. Even the ocean seems subdued. Luke and I walk northward for a short distance before turning around.

I turn to the south and am about to say, “Here I am, Lord,” when I look up again at Orion and Mars. A falling star cuts a bright streak of light in-between the stars Bellatrix and Aldebaran. It is so spectacular, so sudden, so pointed at me that no words can come out of my mouth. In my heart, however, my love for Him swells up and my spirit says, “You have my complete attention, Father.”

            What do you see, child?

“A red light in the sky we call the planet Mars. People called it the god of war. One of so many ‘gods’, Lord, and so many stories and beliefs with them.”

            You are thinking of war, though, unlike any war you have ever know of.

He knows, and I am flushed with his knowing of my complete self. “Lord, our hearts are crying out because of the assault on our children. They’re being attacked and killed, and we don’t know how to stop it.” Judith and I were just in conversation last evening about the ‘mandate’ in California to force children to take vaccines or they can’t go to school. We are angry and vexed that the CDC is about to declare immunity for vaccine makers while adding more vaccines to the required schedule for all children. It is completely overwhelming, and a profound sense of anger washes over me. “There’s no way to control them, Father, there’s no ‘off’ switch.”

            I have told you – it is unrestricted war, child, and there are casualties. I know them all, and I hear the cries of My children, My people. Hear Me now: In this war there are things you can do and must do, and there are things which I can do and will do. You must understand the difference and allow Me to keep showing you what is yours to accomplish. As you must envision technology manifestations, and help navigate the coming transformations, Judith must envision from her deep wisdom a world of health, freedom and joy of clean living. Envision what your world looks like without crushing oppression and forced sickness. Envision those things and say them.

There is silence for a few moments. The eastern sky begins to show blue-grey streaks between low clouds. The immensity of the star-filled sky, the incoming tide, the sand beneath me begins to vibrate, a sort of thrumming or a beat-frequency, and I realize: it is life-force. That frequency is the heartbeat of God, and in that moment, I can feel how grieved his heart is. It is almost physically painful to feel it. “Oh Lord! I’m so sorry. Your blood pouring through each one, your blood given for me, that you talk with me.”

            There are so many that won’t believe. They refuse to recognize the power and frequency. They can’t ‘see’ me, so they won’t believe. They have convinced themselves that I will not move. They don’t ‘see’ miracles, so they won’t believe.

            You have been considering the Kingdom as I require, and yet considering how deeply connected your world is – and you understand that stopping the pharmaceutical assault is connected to your so-called government and your economics and education. It is connected through the electronic assault on you through your so-called media. How big does your ‘systems’ view become, child?

“It’s everything, Father, and it feels so overwhelming.” He is suddenly loud, while still being so gentle with me:

            What is impossible, child? That the nations stop their warring? That there is Peace? That the squandered wealth becomes abundant health?

            Yes, it will seem like a dream when I move, and we move together. There are more than you know whose hearts are Mine – continue to seek them. Remember the Loess Plateau and the people that your elegant designs are to serve. Remember that so many talents will be needed, and there are Wisdom Carriers for reviving the earth and water and healing and teaching.

            Remain strong, unafraid, faithful, hopeful. There are voices – I hear them – that say your hope is useless, that you are hoping for changes which defy the “laws of physics”.

            Whose laws are they, child?

            So much do I love you all.

Sunday 16 October 2022

I am on the beach with Luke just before sunrise.

There is something unusual, something I can’t identify, can’t quite see or feel. It’s not in the wind or the waves, and the Lord says nothing until I am in the truck, slowly driving back over the bridge:

            Do you hear the thunder? The storm is coming. It’s going to get loud.

I’m adding something from late August, because I had heard something similar then:

Sunday 28 August 2022

During services with Robin Bullock, a presence is pressing itself into me, but I can’t identify it. The Lord says:

Is that thunder you hear, child? It is the sound of Me loving you. Stand and brace yourself. Hear the sound completely.

Friday 14 October 2022

The Lord speaks to me while I am standing by a cranberry bog with Judith; waves of Spirit wash down my arms.

                I have told you, child, in words about the Trail of Tears, that the foul thing some call your lawful government that is strangling you, making you sick, wantonly killing so many, is the same evil creature that killed my children on the Trail.

                You know – and I am speaking to you engineers, builders, architects, designers, fixers, maintainers – you know when the works of your hands – hands that I made, hands that I enabled to work – when the systems and processes that you have created cannot be incrementally made ‘better’, cannot be made to serve each other in clean righteous ways. Because, child, so many of your processes and systems are corrupted, broken, infiltrated, and turned against you. These systems and processes

CANNOT BE FIXED USING THE SAME PROCESSES WHICH HAVE CORRUPTED AND FOULED THEM.

                As good at building and designing and fixing and ‘upgrading as you are, it is NOT POSSIBLE for you with all your technical skills to correct such a tangled mess that has been deliberately manipulated and forced upon you. You know how deeply complex and interconnect all your systems and processes have become. And know this, child, as I have told you many times before: so much of what you have built and operated is marvelous, so much of the work of your hands is good and meant to serve. But know this: as I have spoken to you about unrestricted warfare being waged against you, that warfare has deeply entwined itself into things which so many of you now must have and use.

                I have already spoken to you about electronics, and genetic modifications and biotechnology and surveillance – and so much more – and you engineers know the fatal flaws in systems which do not have controls, and which you already recognize can be and are being used against you.

                You know how futile a task it is to attempt to ‘fix’ or ‘patch’ something which is fundamentally flawed – and now I speak of the foul thing which has become your so-called government. No amount of good people seeking to serve rightly can overcome the morass of filth and corruption which screams out to me.

                There are things which you can and must attend to, and there is that which I will attend to. You must know the difference. Seek My, ask me, individually and collectively, and I will guide you.

Thursday 13 October 2022

Standing next to horses quietly eating hay, there is a silence which has a smooth texture to it, as though it’s tickling my ears. The Lord begins to speak, and I realize that what my ears just felt was the gentle flick of angel wings, getting my full attention.

            There is so much being spoken of warfare, child. Listen, for I want you to understand something: All your ‘lessons learned’ from what you call kinetic warfare, or even your ‘psyops’ or information warfare are critical. Yet they take you only so far. As you read my scriptures, as you hear prophetic voices or pastors teaching about warring in the Spirit, that fighting remains abstract to many. I have heard you say it is unrestricted warfare with no rules of engagement, and that is so.

            As you struggle to articulate concepts of sight and vision, hearing and understanding, so many struggle to grasp the wicked subtlety of an enemy that continuously lies, wheedles, confuses, cheats, subverts, infiltrates – yes, kills, steals and destroys your bodies and souls.

            You draw parallels with sports and competition of all sorts – and I love the competitive playful spirit within you all – yet in this warfare there is no agreed-upon field of play, nothing is out-of-bounds, there are no penalties, no time-outs, no stoppage of play to recover your dead and wounded. There is such complete deception of so many, that your dead and wounded are lied about.

Tuesday 11 October 2022

The Lord is pressing on me some understanding of vision, sight, observation and coming up higher for a better view. “Look at Me, not the world,” is our command. Jesus tells us to keep our eyes on him and walk on water. This is about all our senses, but it starts with our eyes, our ‘seeing’, and that’s why it is so critical to get inside God’s vision now. When the coming darkness overtakes us, even for a while, we will blink over into a spiritual spectrum, much like we switch to UV or infra-red.

“The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eyes are unhealthy, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light within you is darkness, how great is that darkness!” (Matthew 6:22-23)

Our sight seems so limited that we can’t (won’t, don’t) see the other side of our pain anger, heartache, fear, rejection, unbelief. As I write those words in my notebook, I remember what the Lord spoke to me some weeks ago, having lifted me up to show me a glimpse of the earth in its complete roundness, brilliant blue, strewn with shock-white clouds:

            Consider, my child, that no matter how high above the earth you rise, you can only see one side of it. You see directly in front of you, for that is how I made you. Yet I see the entire earth, at all times, at every instant of what you call time. I see everything beneath the sea, child, and everything within the earth itself.

There is a pause for me to be in awe of my God whose eyes see every inch of this existence, my God for whom there is no up nor down, no north nor south, no time in which he is not fully aware of everything.

            Yes, my child, and I see the other sides of you.

Yesterday he continued this enlightenment of our vision, our sight:

            Consider the sight, the vision of my eagles, my soaring birds.

Judith and I had a bald eagle fly directly over us on Friday, and this afternoon I am watching ospreys over the water, hawks over the marsh and grass.

            How do you describe their “eyesight?” Consider the “resolution” of their beautiful eyes that can see a mouse in the grass, while they soar on high.

            I made those eyes, so consider, child what I see and sense: everything.

            Yet what is the range and limit of your “detectability”? Consider what you can and cannot sense in the physical, chemical, electrical domain.

            That is why I made My Spirit to be in you and why you seek vision, discernment, wisdom, understanding, salvation forgiveness and love, as well as what your five senses tell you.

            Consider, child, that you can see people and things; Can you see your nation? You, my ocean-loving child, what is the temperature and salinity of your nation? Has it lost its saltiness?

            When you think big – for I know your thoughts, child, you think of a nation in unified prayer, fasting, worship, connection with Me, seeking Me and My direction. Yet you ask, “How can this happen, Lord? For whom will they all listen to?”

            Prepare your hearts, children, for changes in the incremental, tsunamis of oceans and shaking of nations.

Thursday 6 October 2022

“You shall know them by their fruits.” (Matthew 7:16-23)

The Lord said to me this morning:

            You are in a time of warfare, with evil enemies howling after you.

            It is bloodlust, child. They want your blood, your bodies, and they want your breathing to cease. They think this will take you from Me, but My Blood is Liquid Spirit, My Body is Solid Spirit, My Breath is Living Fire Spirit. That is why I told you to take of My Body and Blood. That is why I breathed on my disciples. Your bodies are My handiwork, and My blood runs in your veins. My Spirit is in every breath you take. Your heartbeats and breathing are Mine, child.

            Remember the Trail of Tears. What was done to the tribes is being done to you today. The foul thing you call a government is guilty of causing and allowing disease, sickness and mind-destroying sorcery. Deception, deceit, oppression, corruption, injustice, pain and misery are the signs of a Nation under such cursed rule.

            I taught these words: My Kingdom Come! When you pray them, you MUST believe them! Now is your time, My children, for you to prophesy, proclaim and declare what you know to be True about My Kingdom. For you WILL BE a righteous Nation.

He asked me yesterday

            What do you say My Kingdom looks like?

Psalm 146 says this:

“He upholds the cause of the oppressed and gives food to the hungry.
The Lord sets prisoners free, the Lord gives sight to the blind,
the Lord lifts up those who are bowed down,
the Lord loves the righteous.”

Wednesday 5 October 2022

It is overcast, gray and spitting rain, blowing hard at 630. The ocean is wildly churned up, pounding the shore, birds of all sizes soaring, wheeling, hovering in the heavy wind. It is impossible not to feel the power of the wind and waves, and I am struck motionless in considering the Lord’s power – What? Ten times this? A hundred, a thousand times greater? I know at that moment that I struggle to begin to describe what that would be like, not only in the wind, but in His sound, in the pressure of His hand, in the shaking of the very earth.

Yes, Father, in dimensions that I can’t imagine, even in the visible, in what we see, and in our not seeing when His power may change day to night. In that moment of considering what we see and don’t, He asks me:

            What do you say My Kingdom looks like, child? What do say My Glory looks like? For I want you to say what you imagine, I want all who believe in Me to say what they imagine, for that is the vision that my united remnant will say and sing with each other. Each different yet powerfully together in ever-present Love and Knowledge of Me.

I am quietly repeating these words: “For thine is the Kingdom and the Power and the Glory,” thinking about each one. He holds my thoughts captive, focused on Him, and He knows without my saying anything that I am thinking of harmony, resonance, peace, justice, righteousness, truth, freedom, holy work, compassion, forgiveness, salvation, atonement. I am thinking that the Kingdom is a time as well as a place. He continues:

            You are ridiculed and scorned by many when you say those things, for I know what is said against My prophets and apostles, evangelists and teachers, what is said My children who faithfully stand with Me. Because, child, they are mocking Me when they speak against My Kingdom.

I think about atonement, about sacrifice, about the blood sacrifice of Jesus. The blood sacrifice is powerfully humbling. I have a vivid flash from a dream of Antarctica, in which I sacrificed a lamb to seal some sort of portal closed. The taking of that life and the spilling of that blood done in obedience drives me spiritually to my knees, because the image of Jesus willingly sacrificing himself – for me – for each one of us – make me shake with Holy Fear. In that moment of His sacrifice was the manifestation of more power than ever seen. In that willing sacrifice is the changing of time and space itself, the changing of death to life.

As I think of the power that exists in that sacrifice, I am taken back to an experience from last Monday (the 26^th), when time stood still, when I knew that the sea became some sort of solid for a moment. For what I have been afraid to even speak of until this morning was that at that moment, God could have told me to walk out on that water, and I could have, for I knew how solid it would be. Everything begins to converge suddenly, about vision, about seeing the Kingdom, about looking with eyes, defining what it means to keep my eyes on Jesus. I am thinking about “showdown moments”, and what sort of physical manifestations they might take. I am considering what it might be like when the Lord has His anointed stand in His power against the wicked, evil forces, to demonstrate His Glory.

In that briefest of moments, something like complete safety washes over me because I know that He wants us to use that power, the power to walk on water, the power to heal – ourselves first, and then any around us – when He calls us to use it.

He reminds me what baby steps I am taking with power because the power necessary to change nations, to change the entire earth and all the systems in which we are fighting for survival – instantly if He should choose, is His and His alone. It is difficult to yet understand all the roles we will play when that change occurs, and in these times which are running up to that change.

My back, which had been terribly sore up to that moment, suddenly has steel put in it, and I stand up straight, pain-free. “Thank you, Father.”

            Spiritual surgery, child. You are doing as I ask …your prayers together with so many, even over the distance, lets you know how many there are who Love Me and how many you can ask to share their vision of the Kingdom.