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!)
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)
1 September 2022
A single statement from the Lord:
I am precise, child – Everything else is an approximation.
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.
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.
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
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.
Wednesday 13 September 2023
A night of fractured sleeping leads me to be out walking with Luke before 5.
The new moon can be seen in full profile, as though in an eclipse, a pale orange. The thinnest bright sliver is showing on the lower edge. Venus, the brilliant early morning planet, twinkles above and to the right. When the clouds move by, pale Orion and bright Sirius can be seen, along with Castor, Pollux, Elnath, and Aldebaran.
The tide is falling, sweeping out, and there is a feeding frenzy which I cannot see but can hear loudly. Birds are calling, squawking, crying, laughing in a continuous wave of excitement. The Lord asks me:
What are they doing, child?
“They’re feeding, wildly, in joy at the swarming supply of fish.”
I feed them, abundantly.
In the pause that follows, the noise of the birds becomes a physical presence.
I feed you, I feed all my creation, every day, what they need, and so much more.
Do not fear, for I am covering your all.
Wednesday 13 September 2023
Dreams overnight of a dinner, but more than that, something larger, a feast, a banquet, a festival. Surrounded at table with many friends and family, remembering friends and loved ones gone, and talking with joy of weddings to come.
Then, done with dinner, I found myself driving a large vehicle full of supplies to a place where many people who need healing and recovery have come. I was not alone, as many were with me, distributing the needed goods. It is a large, sprawling place with many rooms and sunlit passageways connecting the rooms.
By ones and twos, we are helping those needing healing to their rooms, helping them get settled. Many have already begun to put on warm robes and begin to smile again as the feeling of safety and love and comfort floods the atmosphere.
This was so real and vivid, Lord I pray that these attacks are rendered null and void before they happen.
Tuesday 12 September 2023
Rain, thunder and lightning overnight.
Two dreams recalled, and I am praying to know what to do with these, Lord. Are you warning me? Whom should I tell? And when and how? I know you will answer, thank you and Amen.
1. There were cruise missile attacks on the main buildings of the following agencies of the intelligence community: NRO, NGA, NSA, CIA, DIA, FBI. There may have been more under attack, but I saw those buildings clearly. There was very precise targeting, intended to trap people in the buildings, to block roads and bridges. Many of the people who work there may have weapons in their vehicles, but not in their workplaces. So, the attacks would trap them unarmed and unable to get out.
The attacks were extremely well coordinated, missiles were truck-launched and boat-launched, some from very close inshore, from the Potomac River or Chesapeake Bay, some were launched from further offshore.
The missiles were flying low, following roads and traffic at 60-80 mph to remain undetected. There were also attacks on many other ground stations and more remote locations. Knowledge of the ground stations, locations, targeting points had been leaked by traitors from within.
This is an attack of retaliation, intended to cause major destruction and chaos.
[It was so vivid and detailed, I had to shake myself awake for a moment]
2. In the next dream, a headquarters building was under small-arms attack by a large armed group. They may have been South American, Hispanic, Central American men who had lived here disguised as ordinary outdoor workers, lawn and garden and maintenance workers. They were heavily armed and well organized. They had slowly worked themselves close to the building before opening fire and attempting to storm inside.
I was with a group under fire, returning fire, trying to get people out of the building from the other side.
It was shockingly loud and violent, and I woke up sweating and shaken.