Engines are starting up – Stay at the ready!

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Tuesday 15 August 2023

Walking the beach road with Luke at 5:30 in light rain, we both stop to listen to something peculiar. I can’t speak for his dog ears, but I clearly heard a deep rumble and thrumming, as though many large engines were starting up. I remember the sound and sensation: on a large ship everyone onboard can hear and feel the engines coming to life and they know: We’re getting underway, things are being stowed and watches are being set.

The Lord speaks into this engine sound:

            Get ready! Stay at the ready.

            I am your friend as well as King, and I call you friend.

            Stay alert for Me. You will see something you’ve never seen before.

Keep your weapons and words at the ready

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Thursday 17 August 2023

Dreams (again!) of snakes. There is a very large water-filled rectangular pool or pond, and in the water are already-dead snakes floating belly up. But a very large one (not dead yet) comes swimming toward me! Its head is huge and as it approaches me, I feel the Lord reach over my shoulder and kill it, piercing it through the head.

It flips over belly up like all the other dead ones, and the Lord tilts the entire pool up to empty everything. The water is flushed clean, and suddenly there are lily pads with white flowers floating, with small fish swimming underneath; in the distance I see children wading in the water.

The Lord, still behind me, says to me as a direct command (about any other snakes),

            Next time, you do it.

And He very firmly shows me how to do it with my own sword. He shows me how to keep it slung over my back with the handle up, easy to grasp.

            Keep your weapons and words at the ready, child.

Resurrection words in the rain

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Sunday 13 August 2023

[Music in my ears: “Shake it Off”, Taylor Swift]

Awake at 5am, and grieving. Luke and I were on the beach at 5:50 in a gentle rain. Are you water-washing me, Lord?

I opened my mouth to pray and started to say, “Lord, I am lost and don’t know …” I was going to finish with “…what to do”, but He interrupted me with this:

            What do you know for certain, child? Consider the ‘I know’ statements from a Samaritan woman, from Peter, from Martha at the tomb of Lazarus.

The woman at the well, answering Jesus, said “I know that Messiah” (called Christ) “is coming. When he comes, he will explain everything to us.” (John 4:25)

Simon Peter answered, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.” He might as well have put the words “I know” in front of his answer.  (Matthew 16:16)

Martha answered, “I know he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.” (John 11:24)

            Hear me, child: I AM Messiah, I AM the resurrection. Not ‘I was’ or ‘I will be’, but I AM. Before Abraham was, I AM.

            I AM the resurrection, so you are free. You are not bound by tormenting thoughts that tell you what you have done, haven’t done, or what you are not now.

            I free you from that.

Something like black tentacles snap off me, an electric feeling.

            When you take your communion – in remembrance – think of resurrection, power, freedom. Not in what I endured to bring it. You are free, and what honor and glory is it to me if you are still bound? Start there, in communion, with resurrection, because I AM, I live, and I walk and breathe with you.

            You grieve, and I grieve with you, even as I help your steps in freedom into the coming, not into the ‘what has been’.

There is a pause for all that to sink in, and I start to answer, “Lord, I believe …” but He continues:

            You are to know this, live this, when you believe!

            When your thoughts come: ‘What about the blessings? What about the healing? What about … ‘ so much more, Remain Steady on the foundation of a resurrected life, and on all My assurances.

            This is what it means to keep your eyes on me – the Living Me – Yes, it is a continuum, a living and forever process. It is not linear, as you would say. These feelings and thoughts of “Oh! It’s not working!” are not from me. Because I AM working, loving, leading you, leading all my children who, like sheep, look for, listen to, and watch their good shepherd.

            Remember then and know for certain that I AM leading into the glorious future.

            You are still being shaken to snap off the stuff that tries to cling to you, to distract, wound and kill you – now pay attention: These are tactics, child! – all so that you lose focus on me.

            The authority you take is to start within you first, and then for others. You are strong and steady when you walk – and you must walk – with me, because you are mine. In that walk, you demonstrate to the world my truth: that my resurrection is true, not was or will be. No matter, child, who speaks against you or about you.

A vision; A dream of being saved by green melons

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Thursday 10 August 2023

Recalling a vision and a dream from last night:

Vision: When I lay down and closed my eyes into sleep, there were immediately snakes, coming towards me, coming at me. Large and mottled, brown and green, there were two right in front of me, and I could make out many others beneath them. I forced myself to wake, to open my eyes. “Jesus,” I whispered, “Jesus I am yours.”

The vision was continuing even with my eyes open in the dark. I could see the massive, scaly skin moving and coiling, brown and patterned.

“You get away,” I prayed quietly, “Get away from me. I say the name of Jesus, and I’ll say it until you are gone. Jesus, King of Glory, light this up.”

When I prayed the word ‘light’, several things happened immediately: (1) I closed my eyes and it actually became brighter; (2) I saw again the head of a large snake, tongue flickering, coming at me, and (3) Something protecting me swung a sword and cut the head off the nearest snake. It vanished, and the others began to turn and run, but not before I could make out the sword slicing the head off another one nearest one to me.

There was total silence; the vision closed to complete darkness, and I was swept into sleep saying “Thank you Jesus …”

Dream: I was in a city or small town, with dark and dirty streets. I could feel danger all around. I was dressed in working clothes and looked like everyone else I saw. Yet as I walked past an alleyway, I could see in the dim light 4 or 5 men staring at me, radiating badness. Something smelled bad as I walked past. I heard them saying “There goes one of them now! Let’s get him!”

Fear coursed through me as I tried to walk faster, looking around for other people who might help, but everyone else seemed to have scattered. I glanced over my shoulder and saw them coming after me, all carrying long, stout wooden sticks. I knew, from what had happened to others, that they were going to beat me into unconsciousness and leave me for dead. I knew when they said I was ‘one of them’ they had marked me as a Christian, and I knew they were full of bloody hatred for Christians and Jews alike.

I started to run, could feel the dirty air burning my throat, and I could hear them running after me, laughing. The road ahead sloped upward, it was a little hill, and the running became harder. As I felt my strength going, I called out loud “Lord, save me!”

At that moment, a wave of large, green melons came rolling over the crest of the hill, sweeping past me. I ran through the wave of melons; they rolled past my legs like green water. But the wave struck my pursuers with full force! I heard them scream and cry out as they were knocked down and washed away.

I stopped running, stood at the crest of the hill panting and saying “Thank you, Jesus! Thank you, Jesus!”

Dreams of a tangled mess, and reporting to Coach Bill

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Friday 4 August 2023

Dreams overnight:

I was massively tangled in work and technology-related things. There were electrical cords, internet and communication cables everywhere. Buried in the mess were sensors and connecting wires that I was supposed to straighten out and get working. It was overwhelming and none of the pieces seemed to be compatible with any others, so completing every connection was long and involved.

Many of the sensors were supposed to be installed in an underground structure, and there was a parking garage attached to it. I suddenly knew that I needed to leave, to get away, and started to drive through the garage towards the exit, but other cars began to pull out trying to block me. I was in a truck that seemed to have a large rubber bumper, so I was able to simply push the other cars out of the way without smashing them.

I made my way into an outdoor space and was out of the truck working on some part of this tangled mess when I found myself side by side with Judith. She was about 24, with long dark hair pulled back, and we were working together, and then fighting something together.

I heard my name being called by some people who needed me to give a report to a larger group or team. I didn’t go right away, and they began to be much more insistent. “Coach Bill is waiting, man, and he wants you in there right now!” I realized that it’s Coach Bill Belichick they’re talking about and with a sheaf of papers in my hands, go into a meeting room.

There is a team there, but it’s not a football team, more like a very serious group of other operational players, and I give my report on what’s been done, the list of successes, and the list of things that still need fixing. Coach Bill gives a long set of instructions and assignments, and everyone is dispatched. I am being sent somewhere far away.

Outside, Judith sits with me, and we are talking about the assignments. She is holding my hands and she says, “Go,” with complete love and confidence.

I awake with a start and pray: “Lord, what does this mean? Help me understand. What is she saying? Go where? Tell me, Lord, I pray.”

Dreams of wicked presidents underground

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I received this dream in March of 2022, and the Lord had me write it and then hold it. Now, with exposure of more and more, He prompts me to release it with a quiet reminder that there remains much more ‘hidden’ underground that He will shake the earth to bring to the surface.

Tuesday 8 March 2022

Recalling crystal-clear dreams last evening:

I was in a van, traveling in a territory that was like Mexico, along the coast, maybe the Baja Peninsula. I was going to a resort-like facility built on rocky cliffs at the edge of the ocean.

Inside, I was taken deep underground – there were hidden elevators – and there was a US president, hidden from sight, who had been delivered there underwater (perhaps through a tunnel or via some small submarine). Bill Clinton had just arrived, and Barack Obama was there to meet him. All this was being very carefully hidden from sight.

After I had seen them deep underground, I returned to the surface and went to the veranda. It was a huge sprawling room, with sunlit windows overlooking the sea and shore. It was very elegant, very exclusive, with people sitting at round tables covered with crisp white tablecloths. There were white china plates and coffee cups, and newspapers were strewn all around.

Shirley is there, smiling, see me and says, “The article you want is in The Standard[1].” By this she means the article which exposes and proves that the wicked president (Obama) is being kept there. The article is written by ‘Raul’ or ‘Ralph’. I walk past many tables, looking for it, until a Concierge asks if he can help. With a wink and a smile, knowing what I am looking for, he finds the paper and slips it to me.

And then I am off, driving northward in the van, as the dream closes.

[1] Note: “The Standard” is one of the national newspapers of Kenya.

Do you feel My oceans move?

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The Lord is reminding me, reminding all of us, that there is movement, shifting, shaking all around us, even when we don’t ‘feel’ it or ‘see’ it specifically.

Sunday 21 May 2023

On the beach with Luke at 6am. In the middle of a personal storm of healing, and the Lord quietly speaks:

            Do you feel the movement of my oceans? Do you sense any motion underneath the smooth, still surface?

            Neither do you feel your beautiful earth spinning, nor rivers flowing into the sea, rivers made by my rain and snow. What you see and feel in the natural is not all there is, my child.

Dreams of a baby elephant

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Thursday 27 July 2023

I had a long dream overnight about being responsible for a baby elephant, and I woke up totally exhausted from chasing, cleaning, lifting, pushing and pulling it.

A very young female elephant, it was lovable and cute, but completely uncontrollable. We had gone into a large, open-air food store to look for 50 lb. bags of organic corn meal, and the large baby had gotten loose in the store.

She was happily eating strawberries and other fruits & vegetables right out of the bins and rumbling through the aisles while I chased after her and tried to clean up the mess as I went.

Somehow, she climbed up onto the high shelves and overhead spaces, and I had to ‘rescue’, or more correctly, push, pull and cajole her to a safer place. As she was well over 400 pounds and very active, I was getting more shoved around than I was doing any moving to safety. I woke up sweat-soaked and tired.

Music in the Spirit

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Wednesday 26 July 2023

I was praying with Judith in the early morning, we were reading from Psalm 119, v.126
“It is time for you to act, Lord; your law is being broken.”

As Judith began to pray that deeply, I was reading v.176 “I have strayed like a lost sheep”, when I heard music in the spirit. I clearly heard horns, trumpets, blowing a four-note melody and repeating it.

It is a sound to call for the lost sheep of My remnant, child.

A vision and conversation, while scrubbing the trailer

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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.