Tuesday 21 November 2023

In the very early morning, somewhere between 3 and 4 am, I had this vision:

I saw Holy Spirit, with golden-blue fire rippling everywhere, fierce, and unblinking, swinging a scythe of light. He was cutting down ugly flames of red and yellow and black that were burning tall grasses and trees. He swung the scythe and cut them all down in a single sweeping motion and they fell into a burning heap.

Then I saw the Lord God with a huge scythe of burnished steel, harder than diamond. He swung a mighty arc and smashed a massive stone boulder. When the scythe struck the stone, the boulder shattered into millions of fragments and dust. The fragments became gemstones, diamonds strewn on the ground. They lay for me to gather up handfuls as I wanted.

Thursday 16 November 2023

I stepped outside in the early afternoon and there was a shimmering in the air as this vision appeared:

I could see the hand of God, large enough to cover an entire continent, large enough to cover a hemisphere of the earth, and suddenly, in the same instant, precise enough to touch individual hairs, to touch strands of DNA. His huge hand was powerful and moving – He was removing a cover or top; it was like a round lid with a pillar or knob on top.

I was shivering with holy fear at the size and strength and power of His hand. There was a sudden gust of wind and the vision ended.

Wednesday 25 October 2023

In the early morning, Judith and I were listening to prophetic words about (1) a time to plunder the enemy, (2) a great uprising of God’s people beginning, and (3) A Call to Arms.

I remembered words the Lord has spoken to me recently and frequently: that we are at General Quarters, we are at Battle Stations, and like fighting ships of sail, we are to close on the enemy, Come Alongside, Grapple, and Boarding Parties Away!

These are direct commands, demands, orders – to fight. We have been called to Active Duty, called into armed duty for the Lord, called into battle, fully armed, fully armored, destined by the great I AM.

I uttered these words under my breath, “I’m a soldier in the Army of the Lord,” and I was swept up into a vision:

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There was movement all around, soldiers and horses everywhere, people pouring out of their tents, armoring for battle, mounting up, gathering arms and weapons.

Thousands were running and assembling into formations. There was drumming, deep booming, thunderous drumming, and as we aligned into formation, we began to echo the drumming by pounding our spears on the ground, chanting “Alle, Alle, Alleluia,” again and again until the massive army was ready.

There was heavy smoke, fires burning all around – it was incense, and then we were sprayed by ash and sparks of light.

Division upon division of soldiers on foot began to run in formation, running over low hills and maneuvering, a large column peeling off to the left, another straight ahead, several more to the right.

Clouds of fierce birds of prey were streaming overhead, they were terrifying in their attack formation, talons gleaming and powerful wings driving them forward.

Suddenly to my left and down a slope I see huge formations of horse-soldiers thundering past. The ground shakes as dozens of long wagons, each pulled by a team of six go roaring ahead. There is a sweeping wave of horses, wagons and mounted cavalry, thundering far ahead and away, circling behind the enemy, far ahead and out of sight.

A massive formation of young warriors is moving forward. Young men are singing, making music, playing stringed instruments, keeping pace with drumming, blowing horns. Young women are singing and dancing, painting praise like colors in the air with song and poetry. They are wild with laughter and song. As the soldiers are closing in on the enemy, the laughter, music and song drives them to the ground where they are simply run over. Praise sweeps over everything, powerful, ringing like crystal waves, pounding ahead, and the enemies are shrieking, trying to cover their ears as they fall.

Another large formation appears: it is the ones the enemy thought were old, wounded, weak and sick, but they are soaring overhead, riding on huge birds like eagles. These ones are wild with joy and new strength, some holding banners and battle flags which are snapping in the wind. Their joy pours over everything like brilliant waves, and as they fly past, their faces are beaming with joy and light.

Suddenly, through the air we see an enemy attack coming at us, and all the soldiers raise their shields overhead as a rain of arrows comes down. Many shields are metal and the arrows simply ‘ping’ and bounce off. Those carrying wooden shields have arrows sticking in them; we laugh and slice off the shafts. Now we are pressing forward at a run, sweeping over hills, down slopes, running and stepping over fallen enemy bodies.

The ocean is to my left and there are great blue-green waterspouts pulling up water and fighting sea-warriors into the sky. Everything overhead has become a mass of swirling, roaring clouds, with tornado-like funnels that come touching down on enemy formations, tearing up the earth and throwing bodies away like chaff.

From a high point to our right come thundering waves of mounted warriors – I see Judith now mounted on her charger, and the cavalry are driving hard. The enemies are running in terror. The cavalry drives them down a slope, across a nearly dry river, and into the sea.

The sky is now full of great blue, green, gold and silver streaks, and everywhere the roaring of warriors has a song. The sound of music is muscular and joyous, clear and thunderous, with cymbals, tambourines, ringing guitars, and furious drumming. The music is pounding in waves, full of color and rippling light.

We are roaring, singing, laughing with praise as we run forward, watching with awe as immense lightning strikes everywhere. It is so bright that even with eyes closed, it leaves blue flashes in our eyes.

There are heavy waves of sound from above and below, ahhh…ahhh…ahhh…, long waves of it followed by thunderous explosions. It changes frequency so that the earth and air are shaking with staccato beats, each followed by an explosion.

Suddenly we have come upon a huge sprawling city; this is what we were driving towards, driving to rescue. The walls and gates have been blown open by the lightning, and people are pouring out towards us. They were being held prisoner, but now they too are roaring with laughter and cheers.

There is another swarm attack, a rain of enemy arrows trying to strike the unarmed people streaming out, but the arrows fall as blunt sticks. People are gathering them up and burning them. The smoke is sweet like incense.

The horse soldiers sweep around again to the high ridges surrounding us, and in unison they began to flash their shields. Brilliant waves of lights, signaling victory. There are roars and cheers and laughter.

Music and song fill the air, and crystal water is flowing down the hills in streams. The nearly dry river is flowing deep again with silvery water.

A sweeping wind, full of intense crackling light washes over everyone, and there is sudden silence. In unison, all kneel, all praise and bless the Lord, then all rise again. The wind carries laughter, song, music, color and light over everything as the vision snaps to a close.

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 2^nd) I am shown a vision of a wooden signpost:

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

Wednesday 13 September 2023

Judith asked me about a vision from November of 2022, which I had not recorded at the time. I had gone into the spirit, looking for her, and this is the transcription of that open vision.

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13 November 2022

I hadn’t quite closed my eyes when I was taken to a rugged, rocky terrain. In a large clearing between two mountain ridges, I was watching the Lord’s armies gathering. The colors of the horses and warriors jumped out in contrast to the dark brown, black and rocky background. I could see precise maneuvering of divisions of forces, orderly movement of horses and soldiers. It saw that it was a ceremony, a holy ceremony.

There were brilliant red crimson blankets on many of the horses, all the way over their rumps, hanging below their knees. There was sharp contrast with the deep brown and shining silver color of the horses.

It was cold – I could see the horses breath streaming out of their nostrils.

The ceremony was also something like an inspection, something like preparing for moving out.

The name “berekekegaarde’ was present – or a place of similar sounding name, but the language being spoken was difficult to understand or pronounce.

I could see Judith, mounted up and her horse is beautiful, proud, fierce.

All around is a rocky and gray landscape, and we are very high, above the tree line.

The ceremony was to bless the divisions. There has been a long period of healing and restoration after the battles, and we’ve been up in this hidden area training and preparing. Now, all are gathering in formations. There are no flags, no battle-streamers.

Now there’s a song being sung, telling the story of a battle; I’m not sure if the Lion himself is telling the story or where the sound is coming from. But now it’s more than a story – it’s as if we’re being prepared – in song, to battle the enemy – to fight underground or someplace not wide open. We are being prepared for close-in fighting.

I find myself in a division of warriors in a rocky gorge, who are on the left-hand side of the gorge, and the mounted horse divisions are on the right side.

The temperature drops and there is snow flying through the air.

There is recounting of a battle, and then part of the ceremony is that one by one each division, each fighting unit would move into position, be blessed and anointed, and then move for the next ones.

The light was dim and gray.

The soldiers were wearing crimson shirts with long red sleeves. The commanders, Judith, me and the rest were wearing red and gold, brilliantly lit up by sparkling light. I don’t see where the light is coming from, but it is in sharp contrast to the flat winter atmosphere.

Judith is carrying a lance, as are most of the horse-mounted divisions, and the sparkling light is touched individually to the tips of the lances; there’s a rippling, rolling wave of this light touching all the soldiers, one by one, point by point.

It’s an anointing light.

On the back of Judith’s armor, not on her shield, there is a red and silver pattern, a silver cross. It’s repeated on many but not all.

Now someone is chanting in a language I don’t understand. They’re pronouncing a blessing. Suddenly in contrast to the gloom, the distributed light on everyone is as clear as a bell ringing. The blessing continues, it may be coming from up above in a clear light-filled language.

The Lion himself now makes the ground shake, and all the horses are responding to the tremor in the ground by stamping their feet in response. Every soldier is pounding their lance on the ground in rhythm to the Lions shaking.

It is now clear: we’re going to fight at night, not underground in dimly lit tunnels, but we’re going into the dark, and we’re going to move out quickly.

There were huge angelic beings high up on the ridgeline all around the divisions. I thought they had lights, but it’s their eyes gleaming blue and gold. When the blessings were complete, they began to lead the way for the forces. There are many of them, and they’re guiding us toward large shapes or structures in the ground. The divisions are going to secure them.

I was taken up in the air briefly to be able to see the entire massive scale of the terrain.

Now, on the ground, we can begin to make out something ahead. I don’t know what these structures are, some sort of ancient craters, portals, or old dried-up lake beds. Whatever they are, and whatever they’re guarding, they have to be taken, be secured. We already know that there are likely to be horrible evil beasts guarding the entrances. It is a huge and vast landscape.

Night has completely come, we’re moving in darkness, and it’s getting even colder.

We are coming out of a rocky gorge, there are now very tall trees like walls surrounding the flat areas. Judith’s division and many of the mounted warriors are swinging around in a right-handed direction. Everything is bathed in a turquoise-blue light. Another order comes: there are water sources feeding the underground portals that have to be secured.

Now, as we approach the edges of the dried lakebeds or ancient crater floors, we are passing through heavily forested areas, and underneath the vegetation there is crackling, vicious red light, and we know: they don’t want to give these things up and they’re going to fight to the death.

Scouts return – there is not water flowing into the structures, it may be something flowing out.

There are now explosions deep underground as they’re trying to secure some tunnels and other passageways. There’s a deep blue light cast over the whole area and there’s an ugly red light throbbing, pulsing in the depressions trying to break free of it.

The temperature continues to drop.

Suddenly a hideous shrieking sound is coming up from underground. It is aimed at deafening the horses; all their ears shot up when it started but the turquoise-blue light rendered it mute.

There’s a battle in the atmosphere, a battle against sound and light being produced from underground. The battle is ferocious against a red sound, which is very sharp and dangerous, almost like spikes coming out. Now there are red and black arrows coming out of the ground like porcupine quills.

All the warriors have their shields covering them against these arrows. There are needle-point arrows coming out of the ground, out of the lake beds.

Ugly red and black force is pulsing out of the ground, but each pulse is neutralized by turquoise-blue light, which is shot through with brilliant opal like sparks.

Whatever is in there, underground, it’s not going to come out and fight, at least not right now.

[there is a vision break, and I say to Judith “I wish I knew where this was …”; she replies, “Go up higher in the air so you can see …”, and I do.]

It’s in Northern Siberia, Northern Russia, it’s way out in the middle of nowhere.

I can also see that the pattern of the structures in the ground is like a comma shape …

There seems to be a lull in fighting and they’re quiet (the evil ones); But No! They’re pulsing out powerful ball-shaped energy which makes everyone wince back. But each ball is neutralized turquoise-blue light, which simply ripples over it.

It’s cold enough to make breathing painful.

Another attack! They’ve released a poisonous yellow-green slime-liquid that would contaminate everybody’s feet, but our boots are protective, and the horses’ hooves are protected.

With every attack, this beautiful turquoise-blue light is neutralizing it.

Now we are counterattacking! Several divisions are at full speed, driving this long-distance wedge between the two ancient lake beds. There’s huge maneuvering going on, I’ve never seen horses and soldiers move at this galloping speed before.

It’s so cold now, bitter on faces and hands.

Another evil movement has shot out red and black energy that has sealed the tops of the underground structures. They’re not going to come out and fight. They’re going deep underground.

They’ve electrified their entire perimeter with massively high voltage. At any approach or contact with a weapon, a million volts come shooting out, and long tendrils of electric red and black fire shoots up and along the ground. Again and again the turquoise-blue light neutralizes it until it stops.

It’s pitch black now, and for a long time there is silence. All divisions stand silently at the ready, waiting. The extreme cold begins to moderate.

We have driven them down into the ground and they are sealed in by their own hand. The divisions begin to make their way out, in the dark but easily guided by the angelic beings that led us in.

[end of vision]