Monthly Archives: September 2023

Hornswoggled

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25 January 2023

[Music in my ears upon waking: “Sail On, Sailor”, The Beach Boys, 1973
“I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean
Through restful waters and deep commotion
Often frightened, unenlightened
Sail on, sail on, sailor”]

Feeling very unrested, frazzled, with danger signals of runaway technology running through my head. Feeling as though what we have made – in particular, AI and things like ChatGPT have run amok, they have become “berserkers”. What would make me even think of that word?

Walking Luke in the cold semi-darkness, I can’t seem to shake the feelings of unease about so many things, when the Lord says,

            Yes, your senses are working well, but you have been hornswoggled.

I knew two things right away: (1) He was speaking to all of us, not just me, and (2) Much of what we are “seeing” and “hearing” is something like ‘sleight-of-hand’. I had to wait to get back home before looking up that word; here it is:

Hornswoggle

transitive verb

  1. To bamboozle; deceive.

verb

  1. To deceive or trick.
  2. Deprive of by deceit.

Cold water on untruth

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16 October 2022

Dream recall: There were complicated visions of graphs and charts, electronic signs and after a moment, I realize they’re all about the market. Then another sign or signal appears that says the “stock market” is rotten, corrupt, and made for a few to become very wealthy and many to realize minimal profit. While thinking all about the signs and markets, I was taken to a country club to meet Herman, who was wearing a blue sweater. He was helping me drag a large hose to a tent where there was a shareholder’s meeting. There were many people in suits piling in, sitting in rows and rows of folding chairs.

At that moment the Lord says to me: Listen carefully! As soon as you hear untruth and unwillingness, hose them with cold water!

A dream about 45

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I discovered this dream about DJT in my notebook:

30 November 2022

I can recall a long-detailed dream about Donald John Trump. He was working in his new offices in a city other than Washington – I sensed it was likely Philadelphia.

In the dream, I had been skiing with Judith, and we were shepherding a group of young people. Suddenly we were dispatched to work for 45, in the city. We were in a beautiful old colonial building, finding and organizing documents for him. He was SO good and kind, he was helping people who were lined up to see him. He had a big smile, twinkling eyes, and he was especially happy to talk with young people. He was compassionate, and used his authority to help people and fix problems.

Lo Debar or Lo Di

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27 September 2022

The name “Lo Debar” is in my head all day. From 2 Samuel 9, when King David brings the remaining son of Jonathan to Jerusalem from Lo Debar; an out-of-the-way, dry parched place, literally “place of no pasture.”

Then, a few days later (October 2nd) I am shown a vision of a wooden signpost:

I think the right-hand path is Spanish for “I give it” (everything!)

Vision, not just sight

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12 September 2022

[Music: “All You Need Is Love”, The Beatles, 1967]

Dreams overnight of light fracturing, with mirrors everywhere. There were light beams from behind which then split, reflected and curved somehow.

Walking with Luke after intercessory prayers, and the phrase “visioning the future” is in the forefront of my thinking, so I pray out loud:

“Make me a vision-runner, Lord! When we are tasked, commanded to ‘Seek first the Kingdom of God’, show us, Lord, how and what to do first, and next and next. I know you have told me that we are ‘not on a wartime footing’, and I pray for insight and foresight in that. What would you have me say or write about that? What can your reawakened world look like? What does a world-wide year of ‘rest’ feel like? Can we even understand Peace? Will we embrace a complete slowdown, and not be afraid?”

The instant I am done speaking, I hear him say,

            Fear not, My child.

“Show us Your vision, my great I AM!”

Again, an immediate reply,

            Consider, child, the mountains brought low.      (Isiah 40)

            What will your world ‘look like’ when this occurs? Fear not.

            Consider again, child, every word that speaks of what you ‘see’ as vision, child.

            And indeed, live your lives in faith, in love, and not by sight.

All my considering takes me to Strong’s Concordance where I find these items:

Vision (2372) chazah – to gaze at; to mentally perceive, contemplate; specifically, to have a vision of; behold, look, prophesy, provide, see.

Also (4758) mareh – a view (the act of seeing); also, an appearance (the thing seen)

Also (7200) raah – to see (the Greek horama/horao, to discern clearly)

Be at Peace, even in the fight

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Sunday 17 September 2023

Yesterday the force of the offshore storm was on display at high tide, near midday:

This morning, it was as though nothing had happened at all:

Standing in the tranquility, the Lord says:

            Are you at Peace? Then be in Peace even in the midst of the battle.

            Hear Me now: Everybody get in here close to Me! Closer than you could imagine. It’s Go Time.

False Labor

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Saturday 16 September 2023

Very windy and rainy overnight from the hurricane offshore, contributing to another night of fractured sleep and unremembered dreams.

After intercessory prayers, we set off to our Saturday works and errands. I was driving in the truck; the rain had stopped but the winds were still strong and gusty. Suddenly I began to have a vision, so disturbing I had to pull over for a moment to let it pass.

Our bible reading from two days ago had been Revelations 17, the apostle John’s vision of “Babylon the Great, the Mother of Prostitutes”, seated on a horrible beast with seven heads and ten horns. This vision I was having was of that woman, bloody and staining, screaming to give birth to something horrible.

The scene was horrific, and I started to pray it away. “Father, is this from you? Can this be from you? Why are you showing me this?” when he answered with two words:

            False labor.

And just as suddenly, the vision vanished. I sat stunned for a couple of moments, until Holy Spirit put this clarity into my mind:

We have heard for weeks and months now from many prophetic and apostolic voices about water and waters, about the times of delivery, about the acceleration of the moving of God, about birthing, making new and flooding waves of Truth coming. It is as though waters are breaking because the birth is very close now, something like a massive pent-up release is very near.

The enemy, warring with God at every moment, at every move and counter-move, is now desperately trying to give birth to its own horrible thing – only it is not really ready now, and it is trying to be pushed out before its time.

I hear one last scream of rage in the Spirit, as God’s power and strategy is forcing them into a time and a season of birthing that they’re not ready for.

A vision of sickles and scythes

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Friday 15 September 2023

In another night of fractured sleep, I had dreams of large, massive blocks of stone being moved, aligned, straightened.

Then awake and up at 4:30; there is a grating, metal-on-metal sound outside, and suddenly I am taken into a waking vision:

There are sickles and scythes being sharpened, and I watch as strong hands are running sharpening stones over the curved blades.

It is harvest-time, because I can see grain waving in the fields beyond, where some cutting has already been going on. But the blades need to be very sharp because there are also tough, thorny weeds – tares! – growing up in the crops.

Now the tools are ready again, and groups of people are setting out to continue the harvest. Men and women are using sickles in a field nearby. Further up a small incline several men are spaced farther apart, swinging the scythes in long arcs, moving slowly along.

There is a smoky fire going, and as the grain is being gathered into sheaves, the thorns and weeds are being pulled out and thrown onto the fire, which crackles brightly at each new addition.

The air is full of singing, rhythmic chanting with each cutting, praising God.

As I blink my eyes, the vision snaps closed, but I am left longing to stay at the harvest

Collapsing the space between us and heaven

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Thursday 14 September 2023

Walking with Luke after intercessory prayers, and the sky and clouds above seem to reflect something about how small we are compared to the size of the earth we live on. There is a hurricane blowing up the coast; it is perhaps 300 miles away at this moment, but the wind is already blowing from the north, drawn by this huge swirling storm off in the distance. I am asking Father about it, thinking about size and scale, scope and distance, when He says:

            Consider that time and space is collapsing between you and the vastness of My Heaven.