Saturday 22 July 2023

It was already very hot and humid by 11am when I hitched up the trailer, pulled it into the driveway, and began to scrub the dirt and mold off. There was sweat dripping into my eyes and the up-close whiteness of the trailer was blinding. About ¾ of the way through the job, I was several steps up a ladder, watching my footing very carefully with all the soapy water splashing around, when I found myself in a waking vision:

I was under a very large tent or awning, and there were many other people all around. They were all remnants, all faithful ones, and we were gathered together as the Glory was moving and re-making everything. There was only partial power and electricity, most businesses were closed, but there was no panic, only singing and togetherness as we gathered in the remaking.

I was leading and directing operations, there were mostly men around me; Judith was in another part of the large tent, surrounded by women working on their tasks. There was motion everywhere as people came and went, made their reports, delivered or picked up supplies.

I had been listening to reports from scouts who had been out to nearby cities and towns when a small group of guys came loudly barging into the briefing.

“OK, we’re here!” they yelled. “What’s the plan? We’re ready to rock! Who’s in charge?”

There was a moment’s silence while most of the guys looked at me. I nodded to the scouts to finish their report, told them to grab some food and recharge. I was about to hear from people who had been standing up a local communications station, when one of the newcomers with his hat on backward pushed his way through the crowd and got right up next to me, in my face.

Very loudly he said, “So, just who are you? Who put you in charge? I wanna know what’s going on here!”

Under my breath I started to pray, “Lord, …” but before I finished saying another word, I heard Him say, “You’re in command, under My command. Speak your control and get back to the work.”

I held up a finger to the group that had been reporting and turned back to get face to face with the newcomer. He was excited, red in the face, and confrontational.

I smiled, which was not at all what he was expecting, and I could see him taking a breath to start to yell again. I put my finger to his mouth, which startled him.

“You remind me of myself,” I said, still smiling, “So listen carefully: For this day and for all you need to know at this moment, I’m the Lord-appointed Big Daddy Rabbit. Could change tomorrow, but we’ll see then, so stop all your yapping and just step on over there,” I nodded at tables and chairs in another part of the tent. “You can sign yourself up in the Knucklehead Division, where I’ll be over in a bit with your assignments. Until you’ve got something to contribute to everyone else,” I nodded again towards all the other people around us, “in the areas of food, water, medical supplies, transportation, communications, shelter, electricity, entertainment, poetry or prophesy, you’ll keep your two ears open and keep your one mouth closed. You can ask someone else my name, and until you’re contributing to the group, you can address me as ‘Sir’, preceded by ‘Yes’ or ‘No.’ I can see in your eyes that’s very clear, so thanks, with love, and excuse me.”

I turned completely around to face the radio and communications gang, and the noise of the crowd picked back up to a louder level of operational intensity, with people calling out and responding.

I had dispatched a number of other small groups and was talking with people about trucks and trailers for moving large amounts of food. We would need the equipment again right away for fodder and hay for animals, when I heard the familiar voice of the loud newcomer pipe up behind me, but in a completely different tone.

“I’ve got 150 gallons of gas, a big generator and welding equipment outside on a trailer.”

There was a low rumbling chuckle from Holy Spirit, and a reminder to remain on-task. I turned and smiled, “Now that’s what I’m talking about! These folks right here,” I gestured to another group to my right, “They’re just the people who know what to do with all that. Get it moving!”

With that, the vision faded, and a soapy sponge re-appeared in my hands.

Saturday 15 July 2023

Early this morning we (intercessors) were praying for a family and for two young children, Tommy and Kane. The instant we began to pray and call the Lord’s presence into their lives, I had this vision:

A brilliant light appeared, something whiter-than-white. At first it was a small square or rectangle, but it began to grow as it came closer, and I could see it was a window. The Light of Heaven was streaming through it and all around it, flooding everything with crystal-clear light, warm and full of life, full of promise.

The window became a front porch, opening out onto a neighborhood and the light was calling the children outward.

Suddenly and instantly, I could see a young man – who had just been the little boy a moment ago – driving with a young woman (the young girl a moment ago) in the passenger seat. They were in a large truck or maybe a large car, but the light was coming out of them as they drove. There was music and laughter, and the vision closed.

Amen and amen.

Lord, fulfill this promise for these children, just as you have shown me.

Friday 23 June 2023

About three weeks ago, I began to have visions and sounds of the Lord’s armies. I had not had any revelation since March 18^th, when I heard drumming[1] and the armies gathered and set out. I did not know where we were bound, yet I knew that when we parted, Judith and I might not see each other for a long time.

Then, on the 2^nd or 3^rd of June, I had a short vision of extreme fighting and warring in near-complete darkness. I realize that the armies are pushing back dark forces, which are screaming in fury and trying to envelop them. It feels very cold, wherever this battle front is.

A week later, I can suddenly see and hear a massive contingent of horse-soldiers emerging from a dense white covering. They have been somewhere in the frozen tundra. There have been many casualties, and they are moving slowly.

Over the next few days, I have intermittent flashes of sights and sounds of the mounted cavalry returning.

Today (Friday), it becomes very hot and humid in the afternoon, and in the haze, wiping sweat from my eyes, I have a clear vision: There are wounded being brought to healing tents, and Judith is being carried in a stretcher.

As I watch, she is brought into one of the tents and laid on a healing table, covered in white cloth. There are healers all around, many of whom have trained and practiced with her. I don’t think she is conscious, as they unwrap the bandages that were put on in the battlefield. Her midsection is exposed, and I can see a long, jagged wound, the flesh torn open from high underneath her arm down toward her stomach. It is not bleeding, and the healers close in around her, their hands cleaning, covering and closing the wound. They are softly singing, a psalm or canticle of healing. Before the vision ends, I see this in many other tents, which are on the edge of a large encampment.

As the vision closes, I recognize the connection between her battle wound and the fall of several days ago.

“Complete healing for all those wounded in battle, Lord.”

[1] “Drumming a Beat to Quarters” – Saturday 18 March 2023

Thursday 8 June 2023

I lay down at the end of the day, ready for sleep, closed my eyes. Immediately I was in some darkened place surrounded by people I didn’t know. They were not nice, all talking loudly, and with each passing instant I knew they meant me harm. Suddenly they began to pull off rubber masks, like complete hoods, that had made them appear human, but they revealed themselves with horrible faces. They were demons, and even though the humans they had been posing as were mostly the same size, when revealed the demons were large and small, with sharp pointed teeth.

His name came out of my mouth: Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, and I snapped my eyes open. There was nothing but the quiet bedroom. I closed my eyes and was immediately surrounded by them again. All I said was his name again and again. After the third time of this battle, I was able to say, “In Jesus’ name, leave me alone.”, and I knew at that instant that his name, his love, and mine for him, made all the demons shriek as loud as they could – but they all left. My eyes were still closed, but everything had changed.

There was now soft light over my consciousness, and peace. Complete, safe, surrounding peace, no fear, only peace, and restful, dreamless sleep.

Sunday 4 June 2023

Sometime between 1:30 and 2pm I stretched out to rest and meditate. Almost immediately after I closed my eyes, I had a number of crystal-clear visions. The scenes were changing rapidly so I can only recall the first two with any accuracy.

In the first vision, I could see armed soldiers closing in around a familiar building in Washington, DC. It was not the White House or the Capitol building, but it was someplace official, and the building had been secured from the inside. I could see the teams of soldiers positioning themselves, moving to cover all the exits. A number of large, unmarked busses began to pull up behind me, also with heavily armed personnel driving them and guarding them.

There was suddenly a very loud explosion – I audibly heard it[1] – and the doors to the federal building were blown open. Smoke and debris flew out and swarms of soldiers rushed in. Immediately some of them began to carry children out and to the waiting busses. There were people taking tender care of the children, wrapping them in blankets, getting them onto places to lay down and be treated.

I did not have any idea of how many children were taken out, but then some adults began to be removed, many in handcuffs and under heavy guard. They were being taken to another set of vehicles, which were waiting in an alley off the main street.

I was about to move in closer when the vision changed.

I was in a place of forests and fields, and I heard the oncoming thunder of a vast number of large animals. Leading the way at a full gallop was a single horse and rider, huge and streaked with rippling flames. I had just enough time to think, “It’s Holy Spirit!” Coming on behind at full speed was a massive herd of horses. The noise of that many animals overwhelmed any other sounds; I could feel their heat, smell the sweat and dust all around. They were riderless, of all colors and sizes, and it seemed they were being taken for training and assignment. Near the end of the herd, a large number of spotted horses appeared (Appaloosas? They were mostly white with lots of small brown spots). The spotted ones were being separated out, directed into large stables or arenas. Each one was being uniquely named before being sent onward for their training.

[1] At about 3pm a “loud boom” was heard throughout the Washington metropolitan area. “Officially” it was reported to be a sonic boom from a jet fighter which had scrambled from a nearby airport. See: https://www.wusa9.com/article/news/local/dc/loud-boom-heard-across-dmv-was-sonic-boom/65-f23c0a4a-60c4-49d6-b716-5fbfb103ab57

Sunday 19 March 2023

All day, I hear the drumming, calling the armies to gather.

All day, I hear words being whispered to me, words I know to consider deeply:

Frequency, cadence, beat, rhythm.