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A Dream of rescue

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Friday 28 April 2023

A horrifying dream from which angels rescued me:

I was being physically tortured, beaten, and worse. I could not tell where I was but someplace like an abandoned home. There were four or more men who had taken me down, beaten me with their fists, kicked me in the groin, kidneys, face. It was getting sadistically worse by the minute. They weren’t trying to get any money or information out of me, they were just going to torture and kill me for their pleasure. The pain was like a red curtain, but I wouldn’t cry out or beg them to stop. My mouth was smashed, I was gagging and spitting out blood.

“Just say you like it, and we’ll stop!” They were taunting me and screaming at me, laughing with every hit.

They tied my hands and began to burn me with a hot iron. Screaming with laughter, “Say you like it!”

And suddenly, suddenly, there was silence. I didn’t understand what could be coming next, but somehow the red-hot iron had been thrown away.

Something, someone was behind me, I could feel, and I picked up my head enough to look at my torturers. Their screaming and laughing had stopped, and they were backing up, their faces were terrified, their mouths open in fear. They had dropped their knives and bats because their arms were hanging limp; any strength in them had left. They were immobilized.

A massive, mighty angel appeared just to my left. Ten, twelve feet tall? I couldn’t even understand his power and size. Silver-white, broad chested, with a flowing sliver cloak or robe blowing over his shoulders, down to his feet. His arms were huge and muscular, and he was holding a sword in his right hand; it rippled with white flames.

The men who had been torturing me were suddenly stripped naked, frozen in place, and they were sweating almost as though they were beginning to melt. I could feel the heat that was beneath them, and they knew, with horror, that the gates of hell were opened behind and below them.

The huge angel touched his sword to the knots and ropes around my hands, and at that instant, dozens of smaller healing angels appeared, each tending to some damaged part of me. Gently their fingers took the tape from my mouth, and somehow one of them inhaled from my lungs all the poison and pain there. Others were healing my knees and ankles with their touch, and still others were pouring balm on my burned flesh, over deep cuts, over smashed flesh. Everything was being restored, balm being poured over my head and running over me.

My eyes were cleared, and I watched as the men in front of me were now being moved into the most horrible place I had ever seen or smelled. The heat was roasting them from the inside; it was a desert-like scene with cacti everywhere that they were stumbling into, now able to scream aloud. Their feet were smoking on burning sand, and snakes were striking at them; still their arms were immobilized, so they were only able to stagger and fall forward and down, down into an even more horrible place than this. The stench was sickening, and the angels made a breeze to low it away from me.

There was more: as I watched my torturers falling further away, more figures began to appear in the hell-gate portal, a steady stream of them. There were men and women in suits, or judges’ robes, or doctor’s coats when they appeared at the gate, but they, too were stripped naked and sent silently screaming into the place where you burned but never died.

My healing was accomplished, and the smaller angels stood me on my feet. I felt blood pulsing in my legs and arms, I could breathe deeply. The horrible portal began to fade and close, and the mighty angel looked me full in the face, unblinking. His eyes glanced at the closing gate, which made me look at it again, and he said:

“You must never go there, that judgement is irreversible. The One who loves you, who sent your rescue, He alone is Holy. Turn to Him with a right heart, even when you stumble and fall. Stay with Him and stay far from this place.”

There was suddenly cool night air, and I was standing alone outside a house where I knew that a moment ago, I had been inside with friends, family, laughing and loving.

I awoke with a start, wondering if I had been screaming aloud in the dream.

“Thank you, my Lord Jesus, keep me close. Forgive me, I repent, I forgive.”

Returning to simple

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Tuesday 18 April 2023

Two dreams and then words from the Lord.

  1. I was driving on a major highway and people all around were driving out of control, swerving, speeding. There was heavy traffic in all lanes of the highway, everything heading into a tunnel. I could see in the rearview a car and a motorcycle racing each other, and they went swerving past on my right side, even as everything was stopping ahead. There was a tremendous crash as the car smashed into cars in front. The motorcycle managed to make one more maneuver ahead but there was another horrifying crash as it plowed into stopped cars, bumpers and guardrails. There was a shower of blood and people screaming for help. Everyone was out of their vehicles looking behind as sirens wailed, red and blue lights were flashing. But the emergency help could not possibly reach them because of the massive backup of cars and trucks. There was an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
  2. That scene faded, and I found myself at some sort of lakefront setting. I was wading in the shallow water looking back at people sitting in chairs under umbrellas. The people were entitled and rude and were being waited on by some ‘lesser class’ workers. Food and drink were being brought but after a few bites the food was being simply tossed on the ground for the serfs to pick up. Frothy, foamy drinks were ordered and delivered, and the foam was swept away with a backhand onto the water. There was derisive laughter. I waded out in the lake trying to gather some of it in my hands. It had a strange hexagonal structure as it drifted and blew across the lake.

The dreams ended and I was wide awake. Judith was wide awake also, and we talked quietly about the feelings that so many people seemed far from God.

I closed my eyes, breathing slowly, waiting for sleep, but in the early morning darkness, the Lord began to whisper:

            Not seeing Me in a tangible form allows evil to bewitch you into thinking that I am not existent. Thus, you are led to carry on your lives without seeking me, talking with me, experiencing me more deeply. You are under extreme pressure, deliberately.

            You do not understand time as I do, so you consider the shortness of life and the linear experience as all there is. You do not, can not understand what living forever means. Since you cannot understand eternity or forever or always, you are led to simply ignore it or not think about me.

            In the same way, you cannot understand my love that transcends time and space, a universal love, an unconditional love. You have been bewitched into thinking that love has boundaries or conditions or explanations or linear experiences.

            You have been made to believe that it is so hard to come to me, hard to believe that Jesus walked among you and still lives today, that my Spirit runs through you and all around you. You have been led to believe in the material world that surrounds you, consumes you, overwhelms you.

            You have considered, as I have directed you, the demand signals – you call them – which drive so much of your earthly experience. Yes, food, water, shelter, energy, but consider the ships your hands have built which carry goods across my seas. How many are there, child? How many box-like container are there, carrying how many goods? They would not be built and sailing if there were not an evil demand signal generated for you to have more things, more stuff, you would say.

            Consider, child, all the so-called retailers and wholesalers in your nation alone, and name them, list them.

Before I can even reply, He begins to list them for me: Amazon, Target, Walmart, Lowes/Home Depot, Kohls, Costco and so many more. He begins to list all the catalogs we get daily, weekly: Sundance, Cabela’s, Lands’ End, LL Bean, catalogs for everything under the sun: hardware, home goods, clothing. There are more than I can even remember. I am not ashamed, but embarrassed. Lord, help us, for we are running amok, drowning in things.

            Do I not know all these names, and the names of thousands more in every language, in every country? You know, child what a falsely one-way stream this is, don’t you?

            How many people are there in your little town?

Maybe 15 or 20 thousand, Lord. Even as I am saying it, I know that He knows the exact number, and the exact number of everything.

            Consider, as I know you observe, how much waste is produced and must go somewhere. What becomes of all your boxes and packaging? What becomes of all the clothes that are made and distributed? There is over-production, over-consumption, child, and you are gagging on it.

            You consider transportation and wonder how much raw material is needed to make each individual car or truck, all the countless moving parts. And where do they all go when they eventually wear out? It is all discarded into My earth, My ocean.

            Consider your houses and buildings, cities and towns. How long do you imagine they will last, what when will they become unmaintainable? What becomes of them then? What do your oldest cities look like, and what will your massive cities of this time look like as they decay?

            Because of bewitchment, sorcery, enchantment, direct and indirect attack, you have been driven far away from simple, from single, from easy. Yet you will return to simple and direct, and it may be a shock to many as they cry for the idols of technology. I will make Peace over the present assault of information which consumes you, as you re-learn the simple, elegant ways of living.

Two nights of dreams

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Wednesday 19 April 2023

Dreams overnight:

I was shown a globe-like view of the earth and several extremely strong magnetic anomalies. One was in Alaska, which was circular shaped, one in California which was elongated, running the length of the state, and one in South America.

Thursday 20 April 2023

Dreams overnight:

Strange and disturbing, a long, very detailed dream with crisp imagery. I found myself in a large, high-ceilinged room full of people in gray and black suits whom I knew to be CIA personnel, quietly discussing and outlining assassination schemes and plots. We were in the Middle East, Qatar or Abu Dhabi, but people were explaining to me that they could change the outside setting if they needed to so that it would appear we someplace else; I heard the name Mogadishu and Doha.

Out the windows, I could see views of a city waterfront – I knew they were artificially generated, but they were perfect to the eye.

A man sitting close to me in a light gray suit was asking if I had everything ready, and I was asking him who was armed, who was carrying weapons, who could be trusted. He gave me a slow wink and with his eyes, showed me who among the many people were in on the operation. I was being introduced, being talked about – I heard my name clearly from some people nearby.

Suddenly there was a commotion and people scattered into the shadows as a procession of dignitaries and aides began to arrive. They were leading a group which included a crown Prince and other heads of state. Slowly they came through an ornate entrance hall and then into very large rooms. The openings to the rooms were Persian archways, and the great rooms had high, vaulted ceilings, with ornate red and gold coverings.

I had a terrible foreboding of something about to happen. The tension was electric and almost crackling. Even in the dream state, I felt my stomach clenched in anticipation, knowing that at any moment horrible events were about to start.

To break the spell, I forced myself awake, sweating, with a seasick feeling.

Death too soon

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I had this vision and these words from the Lord over a year ago. Since that January morning, every time I thought about her death, He told me to wait. Now, today, I am instructed to post this. I don’t know who it’s for, but but know this: God loves you so very much.

Lord, my heart is grieved because of what you told me then and what you are saying now: We are not a sovereign nation. We are still not a united nation that seeks you. I pray that you break the enchantment over us, have mercy on us and rescue us. Bring us back to sanity. Bring us back to yourself.

Saturday 22 January 2022

Awakened at 4 AM with this vision:

I saw a woman die in a hospital, with a ventilator in her throat. I saw her spirit leave her, with a beautiful, brilliant, almost transparent, electric blue blanket covering her.  The blue light-fabric was covered with what looked like Hebrew characters and letters on it.  As the woman’s spirit came up and out of her body, the blanket swirled and flowed around her, and ascended with her up through a very densely starry sky.  There was total peace, no pain and no struggle.

I was shock-awake at what I had just seen. I got up, got dressed and sat with the dogs in silent, solemn darkness until 5 am. Went out to the beach with Luke, to walk and listen in the wind and snow and cold. We had walked, and were just sitting in the cab of the truck warming up before driving home, when I heard the Lord speak:

            You see these things because I, the Lord God know you and I know you can see the great energy flow of death and birth. Every instant on your earth a soul comes to me – every instant life is being created.

            Yet, My Child, consider this:

            My people are being killed, not coming to me in their appointed time. Many are not making new life because of fear. And still, your Nation is not sovereign, and not of Me.

Dreams of networks exposed

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Wednesday 12 April 2023

Recalling dreams overnight:

In the first dream, I had a dream within a dream. I had gone to someplace by the ocean or a bay for a business meeting and stayed overnight. Early in the morning on the day of the meeting, I had a crystal-clear dream with two sparkling revelations. When I met with two people I knew, we were outdoors, the morning was bright and clear, with the water shining in the background. We were standing next to some small boats with a warehouse in the background, and I was telling them what I had just dreamed.

The first revelation was this: Every classified or secure network had been severely compromised or was going to be within days. I was saying the names of the networks: SIPRNet, JWICS, CWAN, GWAN, and more. They were shocked, incredulous and began to panic.

The second revelation was that it would be a world-wide event (not only US networks would be exposed but all other countries as well), perpetrated by well-known persons. Yet after the initial shock of the exposure of so many secrets & lies, there was about to be a massive collective sigh of relief.

Because I was recalling a dream within a dream about deeply secret networks, I began to have feelings of swimming upwards until I came out of some thick water. Then immediately I was taken into a second dream.

I found myself with some close companions; we had been sent on a mission to someplace on the coast of the Mediterranean, heavily guarded. In the dark, we quietly made our way into a vault-like space with a hatch embedded in the floor. My job was to pick the lock, which involved both physical tools, picks and levers, as well as some cipher manipulation of codes. The lock and hatch opened to reveal a pool of greenish water. One of our team was thin and lithe so we held him by his feet and lowered him headfirst down into the hatch until he could retrieve the devices we had come for.

They were small metal units like removable computer hard drives, about six of them of various shapes and sizes. We had no sooner wrapped them securely and made our way back to our boat when an Indian submarine appeared, cruising by to investigate. But we slipped past them out of the harbor because our boat looked so dirty and unimportant.

There was a short scene of dividing up at an airport, each person taking one of the devices and stowing it in their backpack or carrying bag.

I woke with a start. “What was this, Lord? What should I do with this information?”

A watchstanders report – artifice vs. artificial

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The Lord asked for this report earlier, and then allowed it to fully steep; now I am required to release it.

Thursday 9 February 2023

There is a dark power which is generating in God’s people a yearning for, a demand for more of everything digital, and as an intended consequence, less seeking the Lord our God. We have built and are operating – and being controlled by – technologies of which we have not asked the Lord:

“Abba, Father, what is your will for these many digital technologies we are creating? What things should we be doing or making, and what things should we not? We seek your will as David did when he would ask you “Should I go up against them?” You have given us phenomenal capabilities which we have used to create electronics which mimic our own human selves. We have even called it “intelligence,” even when we use the word “artificial” in front of it.”

Tell us, God, we call out to you: “What would you have us do with these technologies? Have they been built according to your plumbline, to the standards of your weights and measures? What things, what systems must we rebuild, or repair, or restore?”

If we are to gather corporately to pray about technology, then we must in completeness pray that we understand it, with all its complexity and interconnectedness, in its full context and meaning to our lives. We are called to ask “Why are technologies being developed and worked on? What part of God’s Kingdom do they serve? Do the technologies serve us, serve Kingdom attributes? Do they bring justice and freedom? Do they feed the hungry, make shelter and clothing? Do they strengthen and nourish and grow our families and communities? Do they bring healing, clean food and water, fruitful gardens? Do they honor him?”

Or have we succumbed to the numbing and dumbing effects of the deception of the digital? The mind-numbing convenience of asking some non-human collection of electronics and software to write our next prayers, or give us a prophesy from God?

Carefully consider the relationship between the words artifice and artificial. The Hebrew word for artifice, chârash means figuratively to devise (in a bad way), (hence from the idea of secrecy) to be silent, to let alone, hence (by implication) to be deaf (as an accompaniment of dumbness).

As builders, made in the image of God, we are called to the responsibility of godly purpose and safety in the things we build. We design and build and enforce safety – and control – into transportation, as just one example. No one of us would get in a vehicle, start it and set it in motion knowing that we couldn’t really control it, that at any moment it might do something on its own. We much more readily know of and honestly assess the risks and consequences of electro-mechanical technologies. We get in airplanes and travel – knowing the risk and accepting it.

Rightly, then, we must demand the same safety and control from electronic, cyber-physical systems. At the same time, we are under full assault from a digital industrial complex, operating at full throttle, at a pace which is in full defiance of our God-given sense and intuition to keep asking “Lord, are we doing the right things?” When we hear his answers, then we may ask “Are we making things right?”

I am honing you

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I pray forgiveness for attitudes I have carried and demonstrated.

Monday 13 February 2023

I am driving along with a load of hay bales, considering giants, tyranny, and good shepherds. I am considering Robin Bullock’s preaching from yesterday, all about David, the prophet, warrior, king, shepherd. Scripture does not say, but it seems likely that David the shepherd boy would have carried a blade as well as a staff and sling. A knife was indispensable, and it would have been sturdy, reliable and extremely sharp. Else: why carry one at all?

Scripture does not tell us how, only that David smote a lion, and then slew it. I am thinking about all these things when the Lord whispers to me gently, above the noise of the truck over the road:

            I am honing you, My child.

My mind’s imagery shows me a knife blade being worked carefully on a stone, on each side until the edge is clean and strong, – ready for the work that a knife should do.

            I am honing you to remove every bit of superiority from you.

I had been praying to have pridefulness washed from me, so this was convicting in a way that only my Father would know.

“Yes, Lord, forgive me, for you are right. I have been not only prideful but carried an attitude of technical superiority. I am so sorry. I pray forgiveness from all whom I hurt with that spirit. “

It washes over me, the knowing that He knows my all-in-all, know my heart, and loves me enough to hone me like a shepherd’s knife, for His good works.

Angels, angels everywhere

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A song revealed to me from several weeks ago:

Saturday, February 11th, 2023

On a chilly afternoon I am standing by a beautiful pond with Judith, when the Lord reveals a song, which I sing out loud:

Angels, angels everywhere

Holy Spirit in the air

God’s hands out upon the waters

Loving all his sons and daughters

When we’re humble

When we’re meek

He will answer all we seek

With his majesty

He wants us to see

Angels, angels everywhere.

More than angry

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Friday 7 April 2023

The Lord speaks to me over the whisper of the morning breeze:

            Even as you bring your case before me, child, I hear you and I know your circumstances. Listen carefully to me, child. Do you hear me now?

“Yes, Father.” There is a pressure over my whole body, more than a finger, more that a hand, an everywhere, everything pressure.

            I know the circumstances of all. I know every unseen force and influence on all my children. I have told you to stand and walk uprightly before me and I say again to all people: Stand and walk uprightly before me. Stand and face me with clear eyes and open hearts, for you are not to be bowed before any attacks and you are not to be bowed before any idols of the things you have made.

            I am more than angry, child, just as I am more than your five senses and more than your physical dimensions or concepts of size and scale. I am more than your sense of seasons and times.

            Words of my king Solomon tell you that there is a time and a season for everything. I tell you that time is a frequency which you measure and count, mark on calendars and attempt to manage.

            I hold time in my hands, child, and the beginning and end of all things.

            You have torn down and built, and I have told you how marvelous are so many works of your hands. Yet much of what has been built has been sown with evil seeds. Say to me what you know of tares.

I think the tares were called ‘darnel’, Lord, and what grew was not good for us to eat or use. They were deliberately sown to ruin good crops.

            I created in you the ability to see, to hear, to taste and touch and smell, all that makes you observe and understand. I created in you the ability to plant and harvest. I have made you to create and dream and imagine. Yet evil seeds have been sown among your works so that your ability to see has sprouted surveillance. Your ability to count and measure has sprouted entire domains that exist only to buy and sell everything you do and say. Your ability to understand time as you do has sprouted pressure to make you live faster and faster. Your abilities to govern have sprouted oppression, injustice and untruth.

            All your tools to see and hear in multiple dimensions and spectra conspire to blind you to the evil growing alongside the good. Do not wonder that your hearts hurt, and you ache with longing for rescue, for the evil sown into your things conspires to keep you from me. When is your time for stillness, child? When is your time to stop? When is your time to admit the truth of evil tares and to say, “We have to – we must – take the time and do the hard work to remove the tares we can”?

            I know – yes, child, I already know – that you will face vicious opposition from every domain that will argue about what is and what is not evil or good for you. This is the same vicious sprouted crop that seeks to manipulate your minds and hearts with fear.

            Who among you will stand to face me, and contend that for their very health and well-being my created children must be repeatedly injected with chemicals and have their beautiful internal genetics modified?

            Yes, child, I am more than angry, for you do not even imagine what I know is being done to you all.

            Many cannot even imagine that I love them, or how overwhelming my love is.

            You will seek me and ask for my guidance, individually and collectively. I will know when there is cleanness of heart in that seeking. I will know when there is rightness of heart to care for one another as you have been taught.

            There is a time to change course and direction, child. That change is fueled by the desire of my children to move towards me. In that movement, I will make time sing and dance for you.

            So much do I love you.