My heart aches for the division between us, how our nation is so fractured on so many issues. Yet I know that love is stronger than hate.

Thursday 16 March 2023

I was driving back from farm chores this morning when the Lord made me really look at the signs along the road. Specifically, the signs that say, “We Are One.” These are up in lawns all over our town, in memory of a young girl who recently died of an unexplained cardiac issue. His voice was gentle but firm, over the sound of the truck:

            What don’t you see, child?

He knows my thoughts, knew what I would say before I said it.

“Three more words under those, Lord, ‘Nation Under God’. Lord, there’s such a divide between us. That we can’t or won’t say those words. There’s a tear between us, a gap, Lord, and I pray right now …”

I couldn’t even finish that because He said.

            I am that gap, child. I stand in that gap, in everything that divides and unites you. I mend the ripped fabric of your lives as Judith mends tears with needle and thread. I make wounds and I close wounds. I make rifts in the earth, and I close them. I am the Gate and the Keeper of the Gate.

There was a period of silence.

“Lord, love is stronger than hate, all these signs are speaking ‘love’. You tell us to love one another – as you love us. I know love will unite us, it’s the only thing that will, it’s the only way.” Immediately I hear the words of Jesus,

            “I am the way and the truth and the life.”

I drive past the church where they have set up some memorial spotlights to shine at night for the month of March.

            Listen, child, and as you stand in the gap where I direct you, love one another as I love you.

Thursday 29 December 2022

~5pm, standing by the pond with Judith, I feel the earth shaking, a rapid fluttering, tremoring, right through my boots into my feet. In the air is the sound and sensation of raging in the heavens. There is the loud sound of battle with fury and screaming. Warring angels are destroying demons, vast numbers of them. They are being destroyed and scattered away from us like throwing a handful of sand into the wind.

Sunday 25^th of December 2022

Visions during prayers (between 5-6am)

Almost as soon as we opened in prayer, I found myself turning to the left towards some sort of room – yet it was a royal chamber, quiet, holy, lit with lamps. Jesus is standing there, in total peace and power. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation and patience as I turn completely around to face him. There is such an overwhelming sense of forever, that out of my spirit comes this quavering question, because I am in Holy Fear:

“How long have you been waiting for me, Lord?”

            Forever, and Always, My child.

Thirty minutes later, we have been praying into the light and sound, frequency and feeling of the Almighty God, and I am suddenly standing near the top of an immense waterfall. The thunder of the water, the roar of its power drowns out any other sound. The shaking of the earth from the force of the flow and the brilliance of the white-blue diamond-like spray are all that I can sense, feel or see.

Friday 9 December 2022

Visions during morning prayers:

I saw the Lord’s army gathering and on the move. There was a huge swath of warriors, foot soldiers and mounted cavalry, moving from left to right along mountainous terrain. There was singing, roaring praises and hallelujahs.

Suddenly a stream of horses began to pass through crossways to the main army, and they were going through a gate, out into some territory beyond the low hills, heading out of sight. I heard the hoofbeats and felt the thunder of their passing.

I wondered what this was, such a smaller armed force heading away from the main body of the army. It was hours later when the Lord whispered to me:

            Scouts.

Sunday 4 September 2022

Open visions during prayers with East Coast Watch (~530 am)

I heard, before I saw, thousands of foot soldiers preparing to march, and behind me, to my right, I could hear thousands of horse-warriors mounting up and forming into warring units. The Armies of the Lord are on the move. I saw Judith behind me leading a division of mounted warriors in a column perhaps 4 or 6 abreast, moving along a path in the side of a high cliffside rock formation. The rocky mountain rose up higher than I could see, but my eyes were on the vast numbers of horse soldiers which were forming together, streaming down the cliff into a valley ahead.

They were all carrying battle flags, banners, and streamers which were whipping in the breeze blowing up from the valley. As they were marching forward, I could see reflected armies in the skies above them and reflected in the very earth beneath them. I had to stare hard to understand what I was seeing: armies moving through the earth itself.

Then all the foot soldiers I was with began to move, and had already moved, in vast numbers, along the valley floor, carrying banners of their own, singing and chanting a war-song, a warring hymn of praise.

The horse soldiers then began a series of maneuvers, turning “column left” and then “flank left” and then back to the right again, positioning themselves in complex arrangements. At the last maneuver, a flank turn, they stopped, and bowed to God, the horses kneeling on one leg, the warriors bowing their heads, before rising up again with a shout, a war-cry of their own.

As if in answer, at the far end of the valley, yet huge and clearly visible, from the sea arose some sort of living wall of sea-warriors, almost a solid wall with blue-green water streaming past them, white foam blowing past them. There were more warriors, creatures I could not even identify, than there was water streaming past them, and they were singing their own song which vibrated outward towards us in visible waves of color and sound.

Somehow, the sky above was bigger than the sky itself, full of warring beings and crackling with fire, rippling and streaking across what sky I could see. There was a sound of light pouring out of the sky itself, a pure piercing clear tone of a color I could not recognize. Something like pure fire was ripping across the sky in timing to a war-cry raining down on us.

In the middle of the valley floor, a large rift opened up, with a bizarre color and sound that was different from the earth itself. There were foot soldiers, horse soldiers, earth soldiers, sea and sky soldiers on both sides of this giant rift, which was splitting the earth, stretching far away in the distance.

The foot soldiers closest to the edge of the rift, with mounted cavalry directly behind, were carrying spears with silver points. In an instant the entire ground on which we stood shifted, folded itself vertically upward, as though enclosing the split in the earth. Where we had been standing horizontally, we now stood vertically, swept upwards until we were pressed together all facing forward in a vertical wall of warriors. I felt armor, and the legs, chests of horses behind me, found myself directly in front of Judith on her war-horse. I felt her hand on my shoulder, and all around me I could see that every one of us was pressed into someone they knew.

With our spears pointed towards the opening, a massive silver flood erupted from below the earth, out of the chasm in the earth, a wall of silver-white liquid light, roaring upwards. We held out spear-points into the flow as the silver cleansing fire/water/light sprayed and showered us all, drops and splatters of silver on our armor, on our hands and faces.

In another instant, the silver flood which had been roaring upwards softened into a living river, filling the rift completely, flowing away towards the sea. Yet just as instantly, the sea itself flowed back through the silver flow with its own blue-green power, through the silver back into the earth itself. And at that moment, the vertical standing of the soldiers and horses shifted itself back to horizontal again, and the armies were standing on the ground again as before.

The noise of the silver eruption had been deafening, but now there was complete silence. The Lion Himself appeared, somehow above and around us all, this vast army, and somehow in front of each individual. He breathed on us all, His breath making us into tender green shoots and plants, trembling and quavering in the flow of His breath. Something like the deepest sense of Love itself seemed to flow from me, from every one of us, outward and into the earth on which we stood.

This is what the war-cry, the battle hymn sounded like:

Ah re etsi, Din re malan

Khan – E – tset so Relanest

Monday evening 5 September 2022 – Additional notes and details of yesterday’s open vision

1. There was something deep within the earth, underground, that had to be expelled, and the entire wound left behind needed to be purged, cleansed with the liquid silver, then re-nourished by the ocean water. When we were standing at the edge of the open chasm there was some sort of unspoken expectation that something was going to come out, something that we might have to fight and kill. But the eruption of the liquid silver blew whatever it was up and out of sight in a single instant.

Wednesday 6 July 2022

Somewhere in Beverly Mass, Visions during prayers:

I could see armored horse soldiers on the move. They were coming from some higher terrain, coming down from mountains, moving to a lower area. They had been in Battle, but were not warring at the moment, just relocating.

A voice, a spoken word made me shift my vision slightly and I saw Judith riding her war-horse down from my right side and across a stream or river. She was riding with a banner, holding it with her left hand, the staff mounted into a silver fitting by her left leg & boot.

The horse threw up spray as it splashed across the river, white, silver, blue and the horse was laughing at the sparkling water flying past its face, catching some in its mouth.

Judith knew that I had seen her so did not need to look at me but acknowledged with the slightest nod and moved on with the large company of horses, warriors.

Friday 17 June 2022

Visions and experiences while tending horses:

The morning sky was overcast, but lightening; I was walking out in the pasture pushing a wheelbarrow, walking in a southerly direction, and there was, I could clearly see, a much brighter light behind me, over my head. At first, I didn’t realize that the light wasn’t from the direction of the early morning sun – which would have been over my left side – I just thought it was from the cloud cover opening up – because I saw my shadow – and then realized that there were actually multiple shadows – to my left, right, in front – maybe 4 or 5 at least.

I stopped walking, stood still, smiling, because at first, I could sense the light of the Lord above and behind me, but when I turned my face up, I could tell that there were many angelic beings, all reflecting light down over me, making the many shadows.

            “Oh, my Lord! Oh! My Father! Thank You!”

As I continued walking my feet became lighter and the boots I was wearing became – somehow – fighting boots, and I was suddenly armored and moving with many other foot soldiers, and off to my left front I saw Judith armored and mounted up – with a large number of mounted cavalry – I could see her left side, left foot in the stirrup – an armored boot which matched the armor from Tuesday’s vision, with a shin guard, halfway over the calf in back

I could see her warring banner and hear the sounds of hundreds of horses, hundreds of warriors moving, marching, could hear the snapping of the banners (many!) in the wind.

At that moment I had turned around, walked out from underneath trees and was heading my northward, and the multiple shadows re-appeared until I got to the gate. My feet became heavier – more like normal – with farm boots back on

I walked back to put some hay flakes out when a sharp swirling strong wind came almost vertically down, and then all around, in all directions

            “Oh Lord! – Your whirlwind! I stand on your Rock!”

And as suddenly as it had been blowing strongly, it disappeared, a mild breeze instead.

Tuesday 14 June 2022

An open vision during intercessory prayer with East Coast Watchmen.

We had been praying against and taking authority over the dark forces in America; we had been praying for Israel, and had referenced the necessary wisdom as the “sons of Issachar”, from 1 Chronicles 12:32, those who had “understanding of the times, to know what Israel ought to do.”

I began to have an open vision of the forces of the enemy arrayed against us, against our nations, and I saw a field of spikes and shards of evil, of anger springing up from the earth itself. These were made of glinting glass or thin jagged blue-white metal – the shards/spike were so sharp, so dangerous that we couldn’t even touch them, couldn’t grab them to pull them out of the ground like weeds.

It was made obvious to me that this was the designed tactic of the enemy, to make themselves and their ‘arguments’ so painfully sharp and dangerous that it would be bloody to even come near them, let alone touch them. “Offensively defensive” was the description I heard.

In my vision, my heart was vexed, thinking “What now can we do?”, when I saw the hand of God or something that looked like a powerful wing come down upon the field of shards & spikes, covering them and pressing them down into nothingness. The jagged glass, sharpened metal razor edges meant nothing, as this mighty, strong yet soft and white hand/wing simply covered them over as though they never existed.