Standing outside in the cold rain I ask, “Am I doing what you want? What do you want me to say? Is there a message for me, for us all? Are there warnings, or orders?”
He makes me relax and breathe deeply. I feel a sense of calm that been far away for days, and then he speaks gently:
You write as I tell you and correct you. I love your work and I bless it. You do not know where your words go, but I know, and that is enough.
My message is Love, even as each of you experience it differently. My message is surety and confidence that I know and see all that occurs. My message is that I AM, and I speak, I call to all people. That is my “transmission” as you would say. Your “receiving” of My message is as different as each of you are.
Your receiving is different than your understanding, for you cannot know My perspective, My timing, My purposes for everything under Heaven. You sometimes call this an “unfathomable mystery” – I know, for I hear every cry and prayer – because your earthly lives experience death and loss that makes no sense to you. I know, for I hear your cries and prayers. You ask, “How or why does a loving God allow innocent children to suffer and be taken? Why does anyone suffer and die ‘before their time?’ Why do some miracles and healings happen and not others?”
I know, for I hear every cry and prayer. I know, for I have them all, all the fallen, all the children, all the unborn, all the innocent and all the unknowing. You know this to be True, that I desire none to be lost. Consider these words, child:
‘My Father’s house has many dwellings.’
You apply many interpretations and meanings to this, but consider how many people, how many creatures have walked your earth since Creation. Consider my vastness and be in awe at the places I have for them all.
I know – yes, I do know – your anguish at each loss, just as I know your anguish when you come to me seeking forgiveness. In your anguish and crying out, many then have a glimpse, a taste of My work in My own son, who took every unrighteousness on Himself, as I willed. Yes, so that through the One I see you and hear you at all.
Yes, that much do I love you.
Yes, child, My Message is Love, unfailing, unconquered, unending. Yes, it may come to you with war as well as peace, with my wrath unimagined and unseen by anyone living. Remember that I do not compromise, in love, in mercy, in judgement.
Remain strong, unafraid and at the ready, for I have not told you to ‘stand down’. Seek me and listen for Me, watch for Me and encourage all you meet, for a Glorious future is coming.
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:
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.
Out with Luke in the semi-darkness, seeking His presence. I ask, “Lord, what is it about demand signalsthat you keep pressing on me to speak of?”
There is a long silence while we walk, and then I hear:
Consider, child, who or what is setting the demands upon you this day, and how far back in time must you look to see when these things have been set upon you. The enemy has been and is now making signals of chaos, disruption, fear, division, hopelessness, sickness, injustice, unbelief, idol worship, Mammon worship and so much more. These have appeared as giants to you, and you know what to do with giants.
That is a lot to consider, so, as I am pondering all that. I prayed, “I am seeking you, Lord. Speak to me, Holy Spirit.” Almost before I had finished speaking, the Spirit comes to me, and some clarity appears.
My mouth is opened, and I ask aloud, “Why not us? Why is it not we who set the demand signals, for now and for the future?”
“In fact, it IS us! It IS we who must set the intention, set the demand signals for what we desire, and what we have sought the Lord’s guidance on.”
Yes, child! This is a message for you to give. Remember the covenant and the authority you utilize. Then set the intention, set the signal to align with Me, to align with My frequency. Set it and call My power into action for peace, resonance, steadfast courage, unity, health, righteous justice, fiery faith, glorious worship, manifest abundance, overwhelming love for Me and for each other.
Thank you, Lord! And yes, we do know what to do with giants – prophesy and strike them down, one after another.
I was in deep thought while walking Luke in the early semi-darkness, thinking about all the forces and powers pressing on us. As I was considering forces and reactions, thinking about how we learn, how we come to some understanding of the world around us, the Lord spoke this direct statement to me:
I do not experiment.
That was all. It was for us to absorb and consider His authority.
His statement is powerful in its truth and simplicity. There is great comfort and absolute Peace in His words. The Lord is not conducting an ‘experiment’ with us. He does not ‘experiment’, because He is El Shaddai, the Lord God Almighty, and He Knows.
When we are taught, when we learn, we may learn by trial-and-error, by experimentation as part of the process of learning, but that is how He created us.
The absolute gift of free will is not an experiment.
Jesus is not an experiment, something, someone for us to “try”, to “see if He works.” God told Moses, “I am that I am” and Jesus tells us, “I am the way, the truth and the life.” There’s no ambiguity here, no scientific method required to understand.
For reference I am including two additional items.
From the etymology dictionary: experiment (n.)
mid-14c., “action of observing or testing; an observation, test, or trial;” also “piece of evidence or empirical proof; feat of magic or sorcery,” from Old French esperment “practical knowledge, cunning; enchantment, magic spell; trial, proof, example; lesson, sign, indication,” from Latin experimentum “a trial, test, proof, experiment,” noun of action from experiri “to try, test,” from ex “out of” + peritus “experienced, tested,” from the suffixed form of root *per- “to try, risk.”
“God has not been trying an experiment on my faith or love in order to find out their quality. He knew it already. It was I who didn’t. In this trial He makes us occupy the dock, the witness box, and the bench all at once. He always knew that my temple was a house of cards. His only way of making me realize the fact was to knock it down.”
Wide awake at 4, prayed with intercessors from 5-6, and then was out with Luke, seeking the Lord. I was feeling stressed, overwhelmed, lost and frustrated, and I said out loud, “Lord, you’re squeezing the hell out of me!” He replied,
That’s right, child. I am squeezing it out of you, for I want none of it in you.
The late afternoon was sunny and dry, and I started to mow the grass. I had not gotten very far when thoughts and images came flooding into me, visions and words.
I was thinking of words from President Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address:
“…Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this…”
I was thinking of this because in my spirit I could hear guns being fired. I could smell the smoke, and I could hear the screaming of the wounded and dying. The images were horrific, and I couldn’t shake them.
Lincoln’s speech was so powerful, and these lines seem imprinted on my forehead:
“…It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain…”
The highlighting is mine, because my vision was full of carnage, of dead and dying soldiers, and of their blood everywhere. Suddenly the scene shifted forward in time to more battles, this time in the Pacific during World War II. There were explosions and gunfire and dead men everywhere. I have a vision of a warship exploding, and clouds of fire and smoke. It was so overwhelming that I had to stop everything, stop moving, and breathe into the present, until the visions pass.
I could not even seem to render any tears, but I know with all certainty that my freedom to even be here at this moment was bought and paid for by that last full measure of devotion. Then I was instantly taken to the deeper place of humbling realization that it is Jesus who gave that full measure of devotion, for me, and for all of us.
Now my mind is racing with thoughts, and I am flooded with emotions. “How do I thank you, Lord? How do I, how do we, any of us, honor you and honor all those who gave themselves up? I don’t feel humble enough at all. I don’t feel enough reverence for all that sacrifice, and what would be enough? I know you’ve shown me this …”
I could hear my heart beating and the sound of my breathing seems very loud. There is a pause, which He speaks into.
I show you this to remind you of the blood covenant in which you live. The war you are in and the battles you are fighting are unlike those except for the dead and dying all around you, for what else is the objective of your enemies – of the enemy that hates me so much that he will kill and maim you without remorse?
Oh yes, child, it is insidious that you are being killed by chemicals and poisons and your so-called pharmaceuticals. It is so insidious that many around you do not recognize the dead and wounded because there are not furious physical battle scenes as I just showed you. They do not, they will not, recognize or acknowledge because to do so would require their admission, and they are afraid.
Why do I show you such scenes? Why do I have you write a Letter of Condolence? Yes, it is necessary to be a war correspondent as well as a fighter. Allow your pain and heartache to come to Me, and I create something beautiful from it. As all my warriors know, you must look beyond the dead and dying, even if sometimes it seems disrespectful, because you are still in a fight. Because I want you to remain clear-eyed, with faces forward, hard as flint.
As the battles rage and bodies fall, you know this deeper truth: he wants your souls, and you know I will not relent, and I will not let him have them.
Now go, live in this moment, not the past, and live for the vision of the future which you surely know I AM BRINGING.
There were reports earlier in the week about a black flag being flown in Iran, and voices claiming, ‘The time is now’ for some sort of ‘global jihad’. There is war.
It was 8:30 at night when I took Luke out for a last walk; rain and wind pelted us as we set off. I hadn’t walked 50 yards when the Lord spoke these words:
They are right – the ones with the black flag – the time IS now, but it is MY time. It is MY time to sweep and sift.
They don’t know what they’re saying, but I know, for the time IS now.
I will defeat your enemies and I will defeat My enemies.
You will see many fall. You must not be moved, and not question the fallen.
[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:
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!
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.
