It is the message of the New Testament poured down through the ages, sealed by the crimson flow of the Cross of Christ. The Covenant between God and His people through His Son.
It is the message of the New Testament poured down through the ages, sealed by the crimson flow of the Cross of Christ. The Covenant between God and His people through His Son.
A podcast w/ deana barnes
So many are losing sleep these days wondering what the future holds. As long as we have done all to stand, we stand therefore; putting on the FULL armor of God! This is an “end of your day” podcast reminding us of the trustworthiness of God towards HIS faithful ones. ENJOY the peace that transfers over in this podcast, and get some R and R.
RESTING IN READINESS.
Blessings in CHRIST – deana
Surrender yourself to me in Holy abandonment, says the Lord. Let go of those things you have embraced that centered you- but, are not of me. These built-in stabilizers are old garments sown to the new, and many works are in a perpetual ripping, says the Lord of Hosts, who leads HIS people beside still waters to restore their soul. From this place of an organic gathering they mount up with wings as eagles, they run, without being wearied, they walk and not faint. Nothing more than the still waters is needed to find renewal, refreshing, and revival. This is simply drinking from the waters that I have led you to, what ever landscape you find them in. I am the still waters of your soul. Drink of me, no matter where you are. For there I am, also. Is it not in that place where my image is most clear, reflecting as a mirror? Daily you shall see yourself as I do in the light of the Son, if you take the time to do so. Lean in and drink of me as it were from still waters, and I will restore your soul. One day, my armor clad ones- you will learn nor teach war no more! You will lead the nations in exchanging their war equipment for tools of the harvest. Where a country will no longer fall into eternity with out CHRIST, IN ONE HOUR. Rather, entire nations will be harvested for the Kingdom of God. Masses of people once reeling in wars and famines will be fed, in one hour. They will beat their spears into pruning hooks, their swords into plows shears, nation will not rise against nation, nor will they learn war any more. The glory of the latter house will be greater than the former. Trust in this saying, you will see. The intervals of rest and journey, will bring you there. Resting in my provision, resting in my presence. Journeying in my way, progressing in my kingdom. This with demonstration and in power.
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He will judge between the nations and will settle disputes for many peoples. They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore.
Have you received the Holy Spirit since you believed? This question was asked by Paul when he encountered disciples of Christ on his journey as an Apostle. Why would Paul ask disciples of Christ if they had the Holy Spirit? Is that not an automatic for all those baptized in water? All those who believe in Christ? Not according to the scriptures. Tune in as Deana takes us on a short excursion through Acts revealing two separate baptisms. The baptism of water, and the baptism of the Holy Ghost, and fire.
Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people because of them that dwell in a far country: Is not the LORD in Zion? is not her king in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their graven images, and with strange vanities?
The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved. For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me. Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there? why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered?
The Harbinger Bounty
In 1960 the Bounty was built in Nova Scotia for the 1962 film, Mutiny on the Bounty. It has also been used in the Pirates of the Caribbean films, Dead Man’s Chest and At World’s End. Still, it went down in the waves, known by all, as the Tall Ship Bounty. Her movie titles, alone, paint a prophetic picture that cannot be denied. They give credence to the suggestion that Bounty’s last tragic performance, cried out a warning as she made her final bow on the stage of America’s coastal waters.
The more I look into the details of Bounty, I cannot help but see a prophetic story behind the story, that suggest earnest warnings we can’t ignore. A symbolism of TITANIC proportions that lies with in its epic journey. (And I mean that literally since the sinking of the Titanic on April 15, 1912, also, was said to have profound prophetic value.) Bounty’s unusual story begins with CHRISTIAN FLETCHER (who was Bounty’s Mutineer) naming his first born son THURSDAY OCTOBER. The child THURSDAY, was born October 14, 1790. It would be 222 years later, ON A THURSDAY IN OCTOBER, that the Ship would depart from its safe haven, from the New London harbour in Connecticut. An unlikely name to mark a departure 222 years in advance. That alone is a notable coincidence.
The Tall Ship rests as a side note to a storm far bigger than any she has ever faced.
Hurricane Sandy, in her own right, holds parallels of the storm to come that will trouble our own waters, if we don’t act on warnings that the SPIRITUAL LIGHT HOUSES in the land, are trying to convey to a sleepy nation. To see it for yourself I will give you the keys. But, first read my story. After that, research on your own and see if you cannot discern the prophetic warning crying out to us from the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean 90 miles southeast of of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse. Bounty Sailed off, that fateful day, from New London which is graced with great beacons of its own, along the coastline. Only to falter in the waters of America’s largest brick lighthouse four days later. Christian America, are we not houses of light? Are we not sounding the alarm loud enough, shining our light bright enough?
Again, it was a THURSDAY in OCTOBER, the 25th of 2012, just days before the election that Bounty set sail from the Harbour of New London, Connecticut, to avoid what it fell into, headlong, in an attempt to “skirt” the storm. I wonder, should America leave her proverbial harbours, in a weakened economy, to toss in the torrents of what many are predicting could lead us into World War III? You see, it was Bounty’s failed generators that sealed her demise while she tossed, vicariously, in a whirlwind of unprecedented circumstances. Will America’s economic generators fail her in the storms of the Sand? So much like The Tall Ship Bounty trying to skirt the squalls of the Frankenstorm Sandy, that we can equate to the opening theatre of World War III.
The etymology of Sandy meaning- “In the Nature of the Sand” Remember, Governor Christy tried to re-build after Sandy hit, and that effort burned down. The fire was due to faulty electrical wiring from the previous structure. IF THE FOUNDATION IS BROKEN WHAT CAN THE PEOPLE DO? How about a national day of repentance before we arrogantly decide to rebuild? Look what we are facing in the land of sand, if we don’t step back, humble ourselves and seek God? I’m speaking to Christian America, mind you. After building our lives with out a moral compass to see us through our storms we run headlong into one far more menacing, with far more lives at stake. Truly, as the parable warns not to do … WE have done it any way. Jesus plainly warned us not to build our house on the sand, rather, Jesus said, “Build your house on the ROCK.” America, could you have not put your trust in Christ?
Two years later, the story of the Tall Ship Bounty continues to parallel as a HARBINGER of things to come, if we do not heed the prophetic warnings voiced in her tragic demise. The beautiful replica of a ship whose sails proudly billowed in the sea breezes of years gone by, is now a story, fully supplied with the cargo of prophetic detail cautioning us not to flirt with a WORLD WIDE tempest, while our economic engines, and generators are failing.
BOUNTY’S story is a sign, paralleling AMERICA’S Economy in her tragic story. A fatal decision is made to move the TALL SHIP BOUNTY out to sea, in order to avoid what is titled THE STORM OF THE CENTURY, but instead of going around it, the TALL SHIP BOUNTY is steered into the path of the HURRICANE SANDY. Later it is reported that the engine, and the generator, that pumped water from her hull, both failed.
Bounty took on water and sank beneath the crew. Taking with her, a direct descendant of the original BOUNTY’S mutineer, and her captain. The weakened economic engines of AMERICA and the GENERATORS that are failing her, will not support the unpredictable path of what is to come. Will we heed the WARNINGS? WILL AMERICA’S OARSMEN STEER her headlong into STORMS she will not be able to survive? (Ez.27) Shall HER BOUNTY SINK BENEATH THE WAVES? See the incredible parallels of BOUNTY’S History and warnings out of EZEKIEL 27. WOULD THAT BOUNTY HAD RESTED IN NEW LONDON’s harbour, the cradle of former awakenings. Link below.
Did the humbling of our American leaders who were steering us headlong into the Syrian conflict come as an answer to our prayers, the last time around?
What secrets are hidden in the wisdom of Bounty’s prophetic counsel, that is directly tied to Ezekiel 27? Should America take the beating of her bountifulness, with in her own harbours, rather than facing off the storms of the SAND?
Does the story of Fletcher Christian parallel the generational fruition of the seeds of mutiny?
Can patriotic Christian America humble herself before God?Are there foundational errors and arrogances Christian America need to own up to?Fletcher (seller of arrows) Christian Bounty’s Mutineer. Will Christian America repent for selling out her arrows (Children) even her posterity for the purposes of that which is the nature of the SAND?
Psalm 127:3-5 Children are as arrows, Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.
2 Chronicles 7:13-14
…”If I shut up the heavens so that there is no rain, or if I command the locust to devour the land, or if I send pestilence among My people, and My people who are called by My name humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin and will heal their land. “Now My eyes will be open and My ears attentive to the prayer offered in this place.…
Following that prophetic marker regarding the seller of arrows, should America have ever sold our weapons to unstable characters in the Middle East? Is that ever wise? Where is the wisdom of God, America? Will her own war arrows defeat her efforts in the middle east, as her economic generators fail? America, repent turn back to the harbour. The region of your former awakenings. Pray for Jerusalem, that she would have peace. Stop murdering your pre-born children, feed, clothe, and shelter Christ himself, who is our brethren, near and far. Be a rescuer, not a fool in wars with the haters of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Only God can unravel what you have done, He is able.
NEXT: Let’s move on to the next page with these three keys. 1. The Tall Ship Bounty represents America, blessed. 2. The Sandy Hurricane represents the War of the Century. 3. The Captain of the Bounty represents the American Infrastructure, both in counsel and form. All other prophetic parallels and markers have been identified.
The Spirit of the Lord is saying, “I want them to get this right. To Understand what the message truly conveys in all my prophetic rehearsals.” The day they point to (in type) are revisited in shadows, every year. This shadow passing over the moon, is a sign unto my people that the rehearsals are passing over into their final phase of fruition. Embarking upon the journey that will bring them to their highest point. As the rehearsal for a wedding is played out to make sure all understand their participation.” Until that final day.
(Christ concealed, in them and then revealed, yet concealed still, from the Jews, Until the great day of His revealing where all will see HIM whom they have pierced.)
“But, now. In all your getting get this, says the Lord. Understand this feast to know me as YOUR Shelter. What more can I do? I’ve sent my servants the prophets as I have promised, I confirm my word with signs and wonders following. In all your knowing know this: He that dwells in the Shelter of the Most High abides in the shadow of the almighty. In this is the days of your joy. In this is the harvest of all your provision you will have need of. In this I am present with you, not a memory, not a peaceful thought, but an abiding presence. Am I not the vine, as you are the branch? As you abide in me- life flow will be the course that sustains you, in draught. As I sustained the children of Israel in the wilderness, and gave them daily manna to strengthen them, is not the Bread OF Life my Son who sustains you in all your degrees of famine, says the Lord? Rest assured, I Am. Abide in the vine, dear ones, for with out the vine you can do nothing of yourself.”
The simple reason why the Blood Moons are showing up on Jewish Festivals. The larger picture stands before us as a mystery whose details are yet to be unfolded. The immediate message, however, is too obvious to escape our attention! Join us at the Remnant Nation Radio podcast recorded this evening. w/ dee barnes
Hear my cry, O God; Attend to my prayer. From the end of the earth I will cry to You, When my heart is overwhelmed; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For You have been a shelter for me, A strong tower from the enemy. I will abide in Your tabernacle forever; I will trust in the shelter of Your wings.
I know this journey has become very difficult for you, but I want you to know that you have not failed me, but in truth it is a passage way, a deep bend off the beaten path.Yet, it is the way. I am the way, remember that, you are in me, and I in you, WE are in the Father. My Spirit has compelled you to come hither, and you have answered that call, but it has brought you to this place, that feels like a hollowed canyon, where an endless stream has cut through a path for you, and still the waters flow … This the way of the deep, calling.
This road I’ve brought you on to travel, has, increasingly, proven to more narrow, and more difficult, as time moves on, still I am with you. Did I not say, “Lo, I am with you always?” It should comfort you to know there is no other way for you to go, for you are walled in with me, so deep, so narrow, and so high there can be no wrong turn from here, for we have converged upon THE MOUNTAIN now, there is no where else for you to go, remember those days your heart would swell with joy when you stood from it, so far? From a distance cool rains and sunsets washed a glory mist upon it, and you wept for the beauty of it. Knowing, someday, someday … Well beloved SOMEDAY has come, for my people are converging upon the mountain of The Lord, and it will test and try you but know this for certain, there was a time when you had many ways that you could choose to go, but you have chosen THE WAY, and have embarked upon HIS path, did I not say straight is the gate and narrow the path that leads to life and few their be who find it?
Now follow me, nothing that you have done wrong has put you here, but it is that ford, that bend, that bridge that is taking you to the other-side, representing those crossings beyond your own ability, that takes you into mine. See my hand extended to comfort you? Though not far from you, have I not always reminded you I am near? Know that your cries are heard by me as much as your silence, you cannot be left alone- your walls are continually before me, as my walls surround you, I am the rock cut from the mountain of The Lord, fashioned without hands, you are anchored in the cornerstone of the promises of the Father, who is not a man that he should lie, or the son of man that he could be mistaken, your journey is one of purpose, at the crossing of man’s ability and into the endless possibilities that are mine. The mountain of The Lord increases, my Kingdom is come. We will make our début, as the church triumphant! They will know those whom overcome as the pillars of the temple, bearers of the weightiness of the glory of the Father, in the place His presence abides.
Isaiah 28:16 Therefore thus says the Lord GOD, “Behold, I am laying in Zion a stone, a tested stone, A costly cornerstone for the foundation, firmly placed. He who believes in it will not be disturbed. “I will make justice the measuring line And righteousness the level; Then hail will sweep away the refuge of lies And the waters will overflow the secret place.
Solomon’s Song 2:14
“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the secret place of the steep pathway, Let me see your form, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your form is lovely…
Let Me Hear Your Voice
I saw my self walking a path at the bottom of what appeared to be an extremely high and narrow canyon, it narrowed as I progressed further down the path and began to feel like I was walking in a way that was cut in stone, in fact this path seemed to be cut through a mountain, and I was walking though what I began to understand was a passage way, proving to become more narrow, and more difficult in the passing of time. I knew I had to continue- I was compelled, convinced, and resolved to keep going, but the further in this trek I walked, the more fear would creep in and doubt would trouble my mind as the deepening canyon cast ever darker shadows. But, I would shake it off, and keep going, the path came to a bend, it was more narrow, the walls of it towered above me; yet, impossible as it seemed, I was able to keep going. It was at this point, in the mountain, where the walls were their highest, where the way narrowed, and the sense of isolation deepened. It all became to much for me, and I felt I was asked to accomplish an impossible feet.
I found myself in a battle of wits fending off fear’s taunt, as my mind succumbed to an icy notion that I was stuck, with no way out, and wouldn’t be able to move. That some how I believed a lie, understanding Jonah’s lament I felt doubt tear through me like shards of ice, my accusatory voice taunting me, “You’re going the wrong way”, I thought I couldn’t breath, and I wept for what seemed like hours lodged in the depths of this rock mountain. Now, I stood there convinced I had done something wrong for this to be happening to me, thinking this could not have been what God had planned for my life. I remembered Jonah’s lament and felt that I could understand a portion of his agony.
“I cried out to the Lord because of my affliction,
And He answered me.”
“Out of the belly of Sheol I cried,
And You heard my voice.
For You cast me into the deep,
Into the heart of the seas,
And the floods surrounded me;
All Your billows and Your waves passed over me.
Then I said, ‘I have been cast out of Your sight;
Yet I will look again toward Your holy temple.’
The waters surrounded me, even to my soul;
The deep closed around me;
Weeds were wrapped around my head.
I went down to the moorings of the mountains;
The earth with its bars closed behind me forever;
Yet You have brought up my life from the pit,
O Lord, my God.
“When my soul fainted within me,
I remembered the Lord;
And my prayer went up to You,
Into Your holy temple.
“Those who regard worthless idols
Forsake their own Mercy.
But I will sacrifice to You
With the voice of thanksgiving;
I will pay what I have vowed.
Salvation is of the Lord.”
At some point in this moment of despair I seemed to rise above my self and go outside from where I was, and I became the “her” the “she” whom I was now watching below. I could see “her”, seemingly, embedded in a deep cleft, in the narrow canyon of a rock mountain, passing through an etched path of what looked like luminous blue gray granite. The sky had an aurora effect that cast everything into a blue translucent light as if the stars and moon were reflecting the sun as fully as they could past the twilight hour. “She” was in the pathway cut through it, deep and narrow, as I watched her I listened. She softly wept between intervals of silence, she whispered, she recited verses, and in the late night screamed out banishments to fear. When her voice grew silent I could hear the rythematic breathing in her intervals of rest.
At times she conversed, she laughed, and worshipped the Father, it was in these times her journey seemingly progressed in a steady clip. She sang little songs, but when the shadows deepened and the wind shifted she wept, she sobbed, she grew silent, she slept, she awoke, she whispered, she recited, she rested, she wept, but somehow the tears would always give way to an assurance that would lift her up to go on, and every time she rose up she found the only thing that would lodge her stuck in the passage way was when her fears would get the best of her, and doubt would overwhelm her. From above I could see, In truth, “she” was not hungry, thirsty, or lost; the she who was I could breath … I was never once stuck, cold, nor ever in danger. It puzzled me why moving forward through this passageway would at times cause so much brokenness in my life, every time it stemmed from the same disturbing thought, questioning not God, but my ability to hear God, doubting not the creator, but the creature’s fallibility. In that I was helplessly and hopelessly flawed, just one more dark thought away from disaster.
An Expected End
As I watched myself from above, I thought: I cannot help myself to see, that (The WAY) had an expected end, a sure finish, lined up with the rising of the dawn, and was just this one dark night away, in a place I was never alone. For not only had theGreat Shepherd walked this same path, the Spirit of the Lord was my enduring guide. I prayed to the Lord to lift me up. It was then that I heard Him begin to speak to me in a loving tone, to keep my focus narrowed upon him, through this transition, in this place so difficult, saying, “He whose mind is stayed upon me has perfect peace.” He exhorted me to meditate on His word, to pray unceasingly, to worship and praise, to sing to myself spiritual songs, and keep my focus upon Him, always. He brought me back to those instances when I lost my mental footing and the journey became to difficult to bear.
He said, “In these times you let your mind drift and though it provided momentary escape for you, it wasn’t what you needed to keep your spiritual equilibrium; but, rather, was what caused you to lose your footing.” I remembered when that happened, my mind drifted away and went somewhere else, I remember looking back, staring into the rock as if it was a movie screen going back into the recesses of my mind. How I could somehow sprout wings and fly away; but, when I had come back to myself from these empty daydreams, to the crevice where I stood … it was somehow darker, the Lord’s voice masked by the howl of the arid cavity I stood in, only to feel lonelier … and it was there the doubts began to be hurled at me, landing like razor edged stones cutting into my soul, my own voice taunting me as I stood paralysed, heaving in tears. Still, a broken and contrite heart the Lord will not ignore, He will not despise it, and mercy would lift me up, and enable me to realize, I was free all along to progress in this journey, to move on in Him, by faith, and so I did. I moved, and when I did the restrictions that seemingly froze me in my tracks, drifted off like ghostly cords, unravelling from my arms, legs, and hands.
The only restraints that restrained me were those of my cruel imaginations. Had I kept my focus the essence of His being would have called upon me to continue to keep moving as it had been, all along. But, in my fatigue I looked away, Oh, if I could sprout wings and fly away, my strength betrayed me … But, I remembered HIS promises and when I thought I couldn’t go any farther, and the hours became days, He appeared there beside me, and said, “Look from where you come and what you passed through. So I did, I was astounded at the passage way I had just passed through, knowing I had come this way; but, from where I came was physically impossible for any one to go through, The Lord said, “This is the eye of the needle that is impossible with men, yet, is possible with God.”
I could see I had to have this encounter in order to face what I had to pass through next. For it was just as narrow and, seemingly, just as impossible; but, I was encouraged. I remembered a word the Lord gave to me years prior. When the gift of faith takes you into extraordinary circumstances, an extraordinary prayer life is required to sustain it. These places are dangerous to back slide in, for when we have experienced the remarkable acts, and attributes of God, and then have fallen away from Him, Satan’s delight to punish such a one is found in great cruelty, it would be better for them to have never known HIS remarkable power, than to have known it, tasted of it, flourished in it, just to fall under the spell of the deceitfulness of sin, and regress from the truth. This the Father’s concern for us and HIS MERCY is clear in the mystery of balancing our root systems with draught, to grow them deep, with out causing our fruit to perish.
But You, O Lord, do not be far from Me;
O My Strength, hasten to help Me!
Deliver Me from the sword,
My precious life from the power of the dog.
Save Me from the lion’s mouth
And from the horns of the wild oxen!
You have answered Me.
I will declare Your name to My brethren;
In the midst of the assembly I will praise You.
You who fear the Lord, praise Him!
All you descendants of Jacob, glorify Him,
And fear Him, all you offspring of Israel!
For He has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted;
Nor has He hidden His face from Him;
But when He cried to Him, He heard.
This truth became evident in those moments of doubt in the mountain cleft. How quickly a satanic suggestion is near to creep in with mockery in order to destroy the progress of the miraculous. In contrast to the extreme, there is also the challenge to live in the mundane, and serve him well there, this is an allowance approved as acceptable, and of reasonable service, from a merciful Father, to preserve us. The author and finisher of our faith, is the one who is constantly pressing out imperfections that would destroy us under pressure should they be solidified with in the constitution of what makes us who we are. This is letting patience having her perfect work, in us that extreme circumstances can perfect us, not destroy us.
So He is faithful in the breaking, when we need broken, and in the mending, when we need torn, and in the moulding, even to the marring of the clay, when starting over serves HIS greater purpose in perfecting us … As long as we are in His hands, walking in HIS WAY, there will be no regrets, nor failure. Even our set backs in Christ will cause us to arrive right on time. Many times I asked the Lord, “Please let me do more for you.” Like a Father holding on to the tugging hands of His little daughter who would rather run than talk, He says, “I know how to send you away with out loosing you. Let all things be in my will, and in my time.” So the lesson is rest in HIM, and trust, never doubt that He is in you as you abide in Him. In all things give thanks, to this one- The Author and Finisher of Our Faith.
Luke 4:1 Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, left the Jordan and was led by the Spirit into the wilderness …
Those who follow my blog will remember the article SACRED PILGRIMAGE. We posted it June 10th 2012. I didn’t understand the significance of the date 6/10/12 until I realized later the key scripture for SACRED was Ss 6:10. Twelve, depicting the GOVERNMENT OF GOD in what I’m about to share with you.
SACRED PILGRIMAGE spoke of a people who found refuge in the mountains of Turkey. We didn’t know (at the time) this would actually be a prophetic word for the persecuted Christians of Syria and Iraq seeking refuge. Some of these have landed in the mountains of Turkey, desperate for food and water. Thankfully, the Kurds and Turks, are helping. France is giving them asylum; Russia helping, as well. In fact, what many don’t know is how much Russia has intervened for persecuted Christians in the past. We pray more countries will help.
Sacred Pilgrimage is a picture of the BRIDE OF CHRIST on the move through out all the earth.
In the SPIRIT she is the vessel of HIS Glory, she is a WARRIOR-ESS waiting for HER kinsman redeemer, CAPTAIN, and KING. The one who makes herself ready. I’ve seen her procession, it is earth bound, now, but a cloud of witnesses is ever present with her, as the Glory of Christ rests upon her. She is the Remnant Nation, from all nations. One in the Spirit. She is armored. IN GOD’s heavenly preview of the SACRED PILGRIMAGE I’ve seen her procession on horses, and well able to war … thousands of banners flapping in the wind, each banner told the bearer’s story, identified their inheritances, in Christ, and depicted tribal identities. They bore upon them emblems, and markings; signifying testimonials, to be reminded of. That one would ask, “What does this mean?” And the saint would be given an opportunity to tell of the goodness and graciousness of the Father. But, the tallest banner of all, was the same for all, and all had one. It was crimson red and from the eagle’s eye view of redemption, one thing was clear, we were under the blood, and our mobile assembly across the land appeared like a flowing river that reached deep into the crevices and cracks of the earth in a HOLY STREAM, cleansing all in its wake, a symbolic display of Christ’s offering for the remission of sins, and the declaration that is ours from the book of the Revelation of Jesus Christ:
We will overcome them by the BLOOD of the LAMB and the WORD of our TESTIMONY.
Revelation 12:11 And they have conquered him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, for they loved not their lives even unto death.
Simultaneously, in this vision, what this army was doing was a search, rescue, and RECOVERY, kind of expedition. SEEKING and SAVING those who were lost; recovering destiny, and inheritance, gathering them in as she moves across land and sea. The woman of Solomon 6:10, the beloved, brings healing, ministry, repair, and provision, not only in HIS name, but on HIS behalf. Whosoever is His that she embraces, is being held in the arms of the one who sent her, the savior. As HE is so are We in the world. Whether you’re assistance is boots on the ground, INTERCESSORY prayer, or in giving, the Bride is on a mission, and it is the preliminary work of Christ’s return. Though, for war she is logistically ready, at present, she still operates in the anointing of the Shepherdess of lambs, in the patience of Christ, balancing temperance to preserve (even the souls of HER own persecutors).
This is Christ’s power and authority bridled in the spirit of the meek. While entrusting God in the how and when for judgement, with or with out the laws of the lands, that He has established. Of these, whom the spirit of might and power have rested upon, whom also, have yielded this empowerment by submitting it to God, in long suffering. That same restraint of POWER was tested greatly in Christ himself, in the threats against his disciples, at his arrest. In the pulling of his beard, in the markings of His body, in the stripping of his clothes, and as he hung from the cross; this is also, our greatest test to overcome. Christ himself said he could have called ten thousand angels, but he entrusted himself in the Father’s hands. Will we seek revenge when lies cause the derailment of ministry, the defacement of intent, and the humiliation that comes with loss, as the result of lawless offenders? Or, will we submit those things committed to our sacred trust over to the will and greater purpose of the Father?
The Bride moves onward, as does the GROOM.
In HIS interest she preaches reconciliation, practicing forgiveness, and restraint. Still, THE LION of JUDAH is stirred! He- even now, is checking the bit and bridle, running his hand across the tuft and forehead of the WARHORSE that will ride him into battle. With one last tug on the straps, he looks out towards earth’s setting sun, knowing the night comes, fully aware that HE is OUR LIVING DAWN as he whispers an ancient promise carried upon the wings of the wind, swift as lightning through the folds and fathoms of realms unseen … The dove coos as the warrior bride’s eyes brings into focus the object that seemingly calls to her, up there perched on the wet branches of the tree, she is resting beneath. AN IMPRESSION is drawn up from her spirit, with in. Words form but she knows they are not her own, she hears His voice echoed from, both, with in and above- in the fluttering of the dove, “Beloved”, she hears HIM say, “Sorrow may endure for the night, but, JOY will greet you in the MORNING !”
Until that day SHE is coming to find YOU in HIS name, to bring little mornings of day spring to the wounded of the earth, reminding them: ALL WE LIKE SHEEP HAVE GONE ASTRAY, we have gone our own way. But, HE WAS WOUNDED, for our transgressions, He was BRUISED BEARING OUR iniquities, [those bent for failure at birth] The chastisement of our peace was UPON HIM by whose stripes we were healed.
Who is this appearing Like the dawn? Beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, as an army with banners. Solomon’s Song 6:10
Years ago, I had a dream that I was standing on a flatbed trailer singing to the four corners of the earth in a park. A park I ended up preaching in for a street gang outreach a few years later. Days after the dream, at a locked coliseum, during a prayer walk the Lord told us to prophecy keys for the door. Turning around, and having no thought to go in, we prophesied keys for the door, thinking it had to do with some future event. Less than a minute later the manager of the building’s maintenance rolled up in a pick-up and asked us if we needed the keys. By faith we said yes, not really understanding what God was doing. He opened the door and let us in to a coliseum that, later, Rodney Howard Brown would preach in and where the Rocker, Marylinn Manson, would put on a show while Christians picketed outside. When we walked inside the event center I noticed right away there was a flat-bed trailer I saw in my dream a few nights before. We walked up to the trailer anointed it with prayer, and claimed it for the glory of God. Such an odd encounter that day. We left in awe knowing we fulfilled a mission ordained of God. Days later, the Lord gave me an astounding conformation, again, about the flat-bed trailer. It was an article James Wilie published in the Morning Star Journal, that began with the same imagery I had in my dream. A woman standing on a flatbed trailer. The dream spoke of a generation lost because the church refused the music that actually was given to us in the first place. We know that music now as Rock and Roll. We will never know the original intent of this music called rock and roll, for in its infancy it was put out of the Church only to be filtered through the world before it found its way back again, tainted by a broken chain of custody. Little did I know at the time of James Wiley’s article that our three children would grow up as worship team members and leaders in the next decade, in three different states. We allowed them access to every anointed sound under heaven. Still, there was always a push back against the music that they naturally evolved in. To the point that worship services were a source of heart ache, the warfare resisting it not understood by those in charge, thinking to “tone it down” was the logical resolve. The music was fine for Christian concerts, but, resisted when integrated as worship in the church. Thankfully, I believe that mindset is behind us for the most part, yet, there are still many gathering places where the Body of Christ comes together, where this kind of philosophy rules. The gravity of warfare we were facing during that time was intensified when a music minister, and youth worship leader, both lost their lives, tragically, at the height of their impact in a region known as the cradle of former awakenings. Still to this day, in that region’s underground music scene there is a string of premature deaths in its wake, mostly do to accidents, sudden illnesses, and drugs. For our children, the music of their youth, like a wave has moved out to sea, to rise again another day. A blockade runner cannot go in the same way twice, right? As these things do, it’s not if but when, for each wave deposits its treasures to line the shores for that one great wave to carry it all in. The new decade brought more changes and new assignments, our oldest married, plays drums for his church, curiously, his secular music scene is predominately frequented by musicians from Christian homes, playing in secular bands. The youngest took his music behind the walls of obscurity. The music is now his worship between Him and God, and rarely played outside of his own studio. My daughter missing her companions, have moved on with her own life, as well, sharing her love to worship with her children. I walk the halls of the house of prayer, and like a glimmer of sunlight a sound breaks through the closed doors, from the back, as if heaven itself is behind them. I dare not even poke my head in, it sounds like a score from an epic movie. Am I hearing the previews of another era? Only God knows. Two years ago, I had another dream The Lord came to me as the SON of the Father’s house; a seed sower, husbandman, and harvester. He handed me two shear-cut, slated rocks, to play in a music machine that was in the style of a CD player. These rocks were sharp, jagged, and raw edged, around the outside; but, polished, and beautifully ingrained, on the inside. They looked like deeply embedded marbled streams of water, with white rapid swirls, taking on the appearance of white water rapids, pouring through mossy green embankments. I looked at the music machine asking the Lord, “Can we play Here Comes the Son?” He kept looking at the slated rocks and said, “I have these, I’ve had them all this time, will you hear them?” I said,”Lord wait, I’ll go tell them you’re here” though He wanted me to stay He relented, and let me go. I went into a back room where there, apparently, was a sixties slumber party of teenage girls just waking up. I told them who had showed up, wanting us to listen to the music stored on these sliced and polished stone discs. They screamed as if he were the Beatles, and they started to get dressed. I ran out to spend more time with him, again, asking to hear the song, Here Comes the Son. Again, he almost seemed slightly disappointed, he looked at the slated rocks in his hands. I felt moved for him, because he wanted so much to share these songs with me. I remembered the scripture … If these don’t then- the rocks will CRY out. I went back to hurry the girls, each time they were curling their hair, and primping, I pleaded to them please hurry, just come as you are, he is waiting, he has music He wants to show you, still they kept primping, each time I checked on them they were moving a little slower. Each time I left him alone he would hardly let me go. Finally, they became distracted and was doing other things the last I saw them, I spent the rest of the time left, with HIM. I was in my t-shirt and sweats, my hair was undone. None of that mattered to him as his eyes never looked away from mine. He looked a little forlorn because of the absence of the others but His joy that I was there never dimmed. HE TOLD me something about a famous song writer I never knew. When I woke up I researched it, and it was true, in the beginning his songs, lesser known, was about Yeshuah. Sadly, his music, rejected by the church so many years ago, did not end where it began in the era of His fame. What is this from heaven? What more to be discovered? What sounds, and songs are etched in the stones that are about to cry out? The Lord did not want to sing, “Here Comes The Son” though the melody was catchy, fun and sunny- a good thought for a rainy day, still it shadows in this one truth we cannot miss. In order to worship God in SPIRIT and in TRUTH we need to comprehend Jesus Christ IS Come, and through him and by Him we enter the throne room of GRACE where by we obtain MERCY in times of need. Similarly, worship is not past, nor future, it is BEING, WHOLE HEARTILY, present with HIM in HIS presence. No preparation apart from him will lead you to Him. Grace has made the way, boldly enter in. No new song, comes from with out, rather it comes from with in the presence of God. He is the author and the finisher of our faith. The Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. The Sower and the Harvester is the SON OF The FATHERS house. This people, these generations, who dolled themselves up for hours screaming for their idols- are a people so enthralled with preparations, approaches, and presentation, we missed this one thing. Time spent with Him. We cater to the former so much we miss the latter. Have you heard it said we need to acknowledge the older generation in our music? Play their old tunes to spark them up? Honoring the older generations is commendable, but in this they should be at the helm. I am that older generation, the tail-end of the Jesus movement harvest; and I can tell you if they are not in the inner courts now, they never will be. Simeon and Anna were waiting for the Lord in the temple daily according to Luke 2:35, elderly as they were, they did not want to miss a thing; not only did they greet and meet the generation that brought forth the Messiah, they prophesied and recognized, His arrival. Aged Simeon was led of The Lord to meet Jesus and His parents at the temple. Simeon prophesied over Him, and Anna was the first woman to preach Jesus among those looking for the Messiah. She never left the temple but stayed there day and night, she was a prophetess over 80 years old. It is God’s order that the elder generation meet the present day visitation as long as they are standing in their place, with enthusiasm, waiting for what they have been prophetically watching for [Lo] these many years. Always looking for Christ in His second coming, and the moves of His Spirit that will usher in His everlasting kingdom. As the scripture says, parents are for the children, not children for the parents. The Church has got to stop pandering to idol worshiping ears, that will never appreciate the sound of heaven but will bog down the assent in the fair way. So much is said about grooming the congregation into the act of worship so that they will not be left behind … Does it occur to anyone that is where they want most to be? Left behind? Shall we not go? Leadership is upset that the foyer fills up, rather than the altar, you compel, and compel, before you have entered in yourself, but few respond. The dream challenged me- in my determination to bring the “slumber party” to the place where they could hear these songs, I kept leaving the moment to bring others in. Risking what ever it was that God wanted to impart to me would be missed in the perishable moments called a VISITATION. SOMEONE, must receive from the Lord, or none ever will. The airlines tell us, “Put the oxygen mask on yourself first, then reach for those that cannot do it for themselves.” Why? Because if you don’t secure for yourself first, both will die for lack of oxygen. Christ first always. Cut off the pandering, put on the oxygen mask, get a fresh lung full of GOD BREATH, and then we’ll have what it takes to motivate the late arrivals. You see, there is always the danger of the former generation’s mindsets delaying the new. For Example, the wilderness generation that had to die off before the new generation could enter into the promise land. Save Caleb, another great elder, of great strength, and faith. So beneficial for the crossing over, how much His stories caused the younger generation to burn in their heart for the promised land. What to gain is Christ, and Christ alone. Let the slumber party sleep, they had their day. Had they stayed awake they never would have missed the INTRO that would have led them to the BRIDGE. Your encounter with the throne shall drench you with the dew of the morning. The thirsty will find it upon you, and seek for more, hold not back, let not the outer court, the FOYER LOVERS, the generations that refuse to budge, (unless their MUSIC IS PREDOMINANT, and their palate satisfied) dictate the MASTER’S IMPARTATIONS upon His WORSHIPPERS that will usher them into the APOSTOLIC rule and reign of CHRIST on this earth. For the nature of what is about to be released in the earth as far as the SOUND and the SONG will be unto Satan the stench of a death dirge, to his rule and reign. Those found worthy will wait upon Christ, if they miss it the ROCKs still will declare it, and another generation of lost WORSHIPPERS will become pawns of a sound and melody that incites idol worship, for by its very nature music sways the masses into singleness of mind that is manipulated to SERVE SOMEBODY, should the Church fail to receive it. Here Comes The Sons … How Satan so desires to have music born of heaven for it shall surely become the theme song to a new world order, if He can get His hands on it, and twist the gift of God for his own purposes, as he has in generations past. After all, Lucifer knows the power and influence of music. So then, let the sleepers lie. Move forward to your AWAKENING, the sound and the new song is creation in her groanings, singing harmony with the throne of God, in this shall your generations come from out of their GRAVES. Does not this present generation love to act out the NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD? IS NOT THE ZOMBIE NATION this generation’s walking dead? Is the earth itself not groaning horrors? Shall not the stars fall down from the sky? What kind of music will come out of heaven and declare this generation? Even define its high call? Will not a Holy Tempest stir up from with in, and join the fountain heads and rivers from the corporate priesthood, and Holy Race? THE LIVING WATERS, Rushing down over the evergreen embankments, where all that is living breathes? The STONES are cut and polished smooth, what is this sound of heaven, that Christ is so enthralled about giving us? This one who came to me as the SON of the Fathers House who is the author and finisher of our faith. As music interprets a generation, as it somehow relates to them, as they are conduits that carry heaven’s composition, so it is worth contending for, waiting on heaven to receive, until it comes. The Worshipers go first, they head up the processions of victory, it is from the HEARING realm we shall first be alerted before the great day. For as it is written: With the voice of an arch angle and the trump of God … So let us have ears to hear, the sounds that come from Heaven. For out of it will come the fire of God that burns the incense of our worship, releasing the aroma, even the fragrances that mingle with His glory, come from His throne. 2 Corinthians 2:16 (AMP) For we are to God the pleasing aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the latter it is an aroma [wafted] from death to death [a fatal odor, the smell of doom]; to the former it is an aroma from life to life [a vital fragrance, living and fresh]. And who is qualified (fit and sufficient) for these things? [Who is able for such a ministry? We?]
The difference between the many who are called, and the few who are chosen. It all lies in our response to the word of God when we hear it. What stirs hell to attention? You. What you do with what you are given. The kingdom of God belongs to those who take hold of it. Not many wise, not many noble, but those considered weak by this worlds standards, putting to shame the strength of this world. HIS strength is made perfect in our weakness. To become a champion of the faith is to respond to the call of God, trusting Him with our lives to do the impossible, through us.
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It was a quiet evening at sundown as I walked around the corner of my house. When I looked up towards the western sky I was startled to see our willow tree sorely pruned. I looked at it wondering if it would ever grow back to its original stature. All of its delicate branches curled down ward were gone. Could it ever be beautiful again? I felt a little sadness, somehow I knew it had to be this way. The tree was cleared of every pest infested, diseased, and broken branch. It was a clearing of the (would be) debris field before the storm. Something caught my eye to the right, as the sky darkened. A movement towards me, I then realized a book was being placed before me. It was a teal colored, thin, book with a long title; embossed in gold lettering. I couldn’t make out the entire title of the book, but was able to see these words very clear as the gold lettering glowed in the twilight, the words read-
Earlier that day I had literally drove past a tree much like the one I saw in this prophetic dream. It was located on the corner of Government and Sycamore. Immediately, when I saw the tree pruned as it was, I felt the Spirit of God come over me and I knew a message would be drawn from what I seen, and one did. A recording of it can be found at Remnant Nation Radio with Newine Pouring. The Winnowed and The Pruned along with Clearing The Debris Field are two parts of a whole. One addresses Christian America, the other, all of those in Christ. To drive home the point, the city I live in had began to prune trees away from the power lines up and down the streets, they did this the entire week I was preparing to record the pod-cast. I could not help take from that, a parallel of how much our broken, pest infested, and diseased branches of government are needing this word regarding the winnowed and the pruned, in order to retain its power and influence in the earth.
Weeks later, when an ice storm rolled into the region our little community was the few that did not have power interruptions. The fact of the matter is that we will have storms, how we fare when we do depends on our preparation, and readiness to respond to the Spirit of God. God wills that NO MAN perishes, but that all come to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.
Most of us understand the significance of the Sycamore tree explained very well in the book called the Harbinger by Jonathan Cahn. While we as a country have pushed upward and onward, endeavoring to rebuild where we have been broken, we have ignored the lessons of the kingdom regarding what it takes to become strong. Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord, and He will lift you up. To be God strong in America we must decrease, bow our greatness to the sovereign God in repentances, and become the people who are the winnowed, and the pruned. This in return will remove the debris field before the storm, rather than after, where time and chance takes its erratic path.
in a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls upon the children of men …
… And though she is heavy with armor she rides like the wind. And though she is heavy with armor she summits the MOUNTAIN of THE LORD. Join our podcast with dee barnes as she gives an audio reading of NeWine Pouring’s most popular prophetic word regarding end time outpourings. Short teaching segment, and prayer ministry for the sick.
In the last days the MOUNTAIN OF THE LORD’S Temple will be established as the highest of the mountains; it will be exalted above the hills, and peoples will stream to it “… there He will teach us HIS ways, so that we may Walk HIS paths” Micah 4:1-5
The most powerful and affective way to fight spiritual battles is to declare the Word of God over our lives, and focus on the Good news of His Word, and who we are in Him. Not only because we need to hear it (faith comes not, but by hearing, and hearing the word of God …) but because the devil is a trespasser, and he operates illegally, he will surely take advantage of any double mindedness or vocalizations that fortifies the problem and not the answer. This is how that trespasser gets a foothold, to work where he really has no right. Life and death are in the power of the tongue, as the scripture says. A faith filled report speaks of the fruit and its availability.
The evil report focuses on the giants in the land, that cannot be overcome. It is the difference between obtaining the promises of the covenant, or wandering in the wilderness. If doubt and unbelief comes out of our mouth, then out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks … This is why we search the scriptures to know Christ, to understand what His will is for our lives, and to know the character of God. This is so we will not align ourselves with the enemies lies. It is imperative that we fill our heart with God’s promise, so that when we are under pressure, his word will come out of us.
Sins, Sicknesses, and Bondage.
I think we can get into bondage if we are constantly probing around trying to figure out some deep seeded reason for this or that, when all we need to do is tell the devil, and generational curses the buck stops here! We can declare: I am in covenant! I am a new creature! The failure of my fathers will not have this generation! Why stumble around in the basement rummaging through old suitcases for an answer, when we can stand on the roof top, and proclaim HIs Word over are lives, and to the next generation? It just seems to be a better way. Believe me, I have witnessed the endless rummaging. No sooner do they rid themselves of one thing, than they are after another. Have you ever met someone who has gone to counseling and therapy for years? Meetings after meetings for their addictions for decades and never seem to get free? Dwelling on the problem can never be the answer. We can sweep the basement clean, addressing these things by name, but if we do not fill it up with the LIGHT of Gods word, (according to scripture) the unclean spirits will come back to the house they came out of with seven more stronger. Mathew 12:43-45 We must live in the Word of God, and speak its truth into our lives, this dispels the darkness and fills us with light from the words of our mouth.
2 Corinthians 5:16-18 (New King James Version)
Therefore, from now on, we regard no one according to the flesh. Even though we have known Christ according to the flesh, yet now we know Him thus no longer. Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new. Now all things are of God, who has reconciled us to Himself through Jesus Christ, and has given us the ministry of reconciliation …
Isaiah 43:18 (New King James Version)
“ Do not remember the former things, Nor consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing, Now it shall spring forth. Shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness. And rivers in the desert.
(He replaces our wilderness and desert with RIVERS!) Out of YOUR belly shall flow RIVERS of living water!
Romans 6:4 Therefore we have been buried with Him through baptism into death, so that as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, so we too might walk in newness of life.
Like I have stated before the devil is a trespasser, his operations are illegal. If we let him, he will pass through generational lines. He will pass through them even if we are born again, because we have to assert our rights as believers. We must take possession of the promises of God full throttle, as the children of Israel had to take possession of Canaan. It is the way we deal with the enemy, and generational devils (better known as familiar spirits) that revisit family lines. These unclean spirits seek habitation to manipulate human weakness, error, and infirmity, in a (known to the familiars) family tree. Even Godly family lines can carry on mind sets from one generation to the other, that limit growth in the kingdom. Remember, the traditions of men can make the word of God of no effect, even good practices can hinder, when they are not God ordained direction for that season, or situation.
Mark 7:9 -13 New International Version (©1984) And he said to them: “You have a fine way of setting aside the commands of God in order to observe your own traditions! … Thus you nullify the word of God by your tradition that you have handed down.
What we have seen with our eyes and touched with our own hands … the Word of LIFE!
Generational sin has left its carnage in the jails, prisons, and streets, where we have gone to minister. Men and women incarcerated, whose parents were incarcerated, or laden with addictions, are carrying on the family tradition. Many of these people have suffered abandonment, rejection, attempts of suicide, and mental illnesses; that have not only plagued them, but their family lines as well. When you bring a deliverance ministry into those places with a (a zero tolerance for demonic activity) there is more manifestation because the devil knows Jesus is coming to cast them out. Ministries who are assertive against demonic oppression, manifestations, and control, do not have to go looking for devils to cast out. “They” will cry out when the deliverer comes who is Christ in us. If you are not known in the spirit realm to cast out devils, then the unclean spirits have nothing to fear when you are around. It is when they learn of your reputation as being one that will drive them out, that bazaar circumstances will begin to present themselves around you. Jesus said, the works that I do you shall do also … and greater works shall you do because I go to my Father.
We know that devils cried out when Jesus walked this earth, and they still do to-day, if you will only believe in his name, and discern when they manifest. Often they will play on your ignorance and comply with anything that does not bring attention to the fact that they are there, if they know it is not your habit to deal with them. In many of our churches today, they actually cater to the enemy, letting devils manifest and disrupt services by odd behavior and distraction, yet the leadership does nothing about it. On the other hand if you do as Christ did when he ministered in the cities, your reputation will ferret them out, even more so your discernment. Jesus himself said, “these signs shall follow them that believe, in my name they will cast out devils … Mark 16:17.
Preaching on the blood will get a reaction.
Once when I was preaching on the blood of Jesus in an institution, a man who had lived in a catatonic state, began to roll his wheel chair from the back of the room towards me shoving through every one in his way until he was able to ram himself into the speaking podium I was standing behind. He rolled back and came at me again with eyes glazed over in a fixed stare. We bound the unclean spirit that was manifesting through this man, finding out later that he would reach out and grab hold of some of the patients, and not let go. His eyes and facial expression remaining in a fixed state. After we prayed for him this violent and unusual behavior stopped. Our team gained a reputation for solving some of the odd incidences that would take place in this institution, and we began to be sought out by the nursing staff for our help. We were asked to pray through the rooms vacated by some of those who had died. The nursing staff began to notice insanity was acting like a virus, when patients would begin to parrot vocal similarities, of a tormented person, who had died in the room before them. They would cry out the same words, or act out non verbal expressions. The nurses finally began to realize that this was demonic activity. Thankfully, God had positioned people with discernment to work there.
Your reputation will proceed you.
In one particular visit in this facility, we walked into the building from the west wing and heard a patient crying out our family name on the east wing. No one could have possibly known we were there. As we passed the nurses station one of them hurried over and pulled us to the side, she was upset and asked us if we believed in demon possession. We explained to her that we have been commissioned by Jesus Christ to go into all the world, and preach the Gospel, casting out devils was part of that ministry, as well as laying hands on the sick. She began to explain to us that one of the patients was demonstrating very curious behavior, when nurses would check on her she would seem to have expired. The nurses would run out and signal a code-blue only to find her sitting on the edge of her bed laughing with a hideous, animated laughter. They could not understand how she was controlling her vital signs, appearing to be near death. The nurse said she was having a hard time getting other nurses to check on her. She asked us if we could do something, we had already met her in our other visits and had already suspected that she was heavily tormented.
When we entered into her room she immediately reached over to the draperies on the window and attempted to climb up the draperies. This frail woman in her 80′s probably weighed a 100 lbs. Her strength was beyond natural, as she began to lift herself up the curtains. The nurses helped her back down, rolled her into the middle of the room and hurried out the door leaving me alone with this poor woman. As I looked into her eyes I saw the demon manifest a shadow face over her own, looking like an extreme insomniac version of herself. I said, “You have not been able to sleep have you?” With a pitiful whisper she said,” No I haven’t. I said “You have been up for days haven’t you?” She said, “Yes, I have”. I said,” Well, that is going to stop now, and then I spoke to the unclean spirit and commanded it to leave her now in the name of Jesus Christ. Immediately, I felt peace come into the room. It was that simple. This woman who was once a pastor’s wife that had pastored a church in that city many years earlier, was now able to pray with me in the name of Jesus, I left her alone thanking Him. Few deliverances have been that simple but in this instance it was.
Interestingly enough, this was my last visit there. I was about to take a maternity leave off from the ministry to focus on our new baby who was due in just days. One year later we walked into the institution, went to the nurses desk and the first person I asked about was Mrs. ______ the nurse said, “Oh well, you must have walked right past her she is over there”. I turned around and saw the same woman we encountered a year earlier. She literally looked 10 years younger! Not only was her hair done up, but she was wearing a nice dress sitting quietly and composed. She did not recognize me but she seemed very peaceful and content. We saw lives changed in forgotten places, because we dared to believe in the full gospel of Jesus Christ. To often ministries go into these places just to comfort. Of course comfort is a big part, but that is not the full package deal. Go ye! If you can’t go then support some one who can it is just the same! But make sure they are bringing that great commission of Christ to the lost, that they be utterly healed, set free, and filled with His Holy Spirit.
First bind the strongman then spoil his goods.
We have seen revival break out in prison, to the extent that guards were set inside the doors of the sanctuary of the chapel; an unusual sight being that the chapel would normally be occupied by a handful of inmates with one guard watching through the window. We were not afraid to interrupt the meetings with prayer when we felt opposition in the atmosphere. In most services ministers, usually, just plow through the hard ground and try to eek out a formidable attraction. We learned to stop and take authority over that kind of atmosphere, and would nail it all night if we had to. After all it is not a performance we were there for. Our whole reason for being in these places was to fulfill a mandate to reach the lost. If you have to stop and war to do that, well, that just comes with the territory.
If we were faithful not to bow under the atmosphere, God was faithful to show up every time with a move of His Spirit, where people were falling out, getting healed, and filled, right where they were sitting. Many times, when we stopped the service to pray we would take authority over witchcraft, and all most every time we would have a runner that would flee the sanctuary. This became a signature move of the Holy Spirit in our meetings. A sign to those in the jails, and prisons that the power of God was present, normally those who would run out were exercising controlling powers over other inmates and was there to keep tabs on them. You see, a lot of people would be upset that two or three people would jump up and run out of their service. But I fully enjoyed the wolves who have no wish to do anything but devour the sheep, were being chased out of the flock. That proved to me that the Good Shepherd was in charge. People will do one of two things in the presence of the anointing. They will run to it, or run a way from it. It is when they run to it that their devils cry out. The unclean spirits are suddenly brought into the presence of almighty God and they start acting up, because the heart and the will of the one they are tormenting, is turning themselves over to God.
Walking in the Glory
To be affective in what God has called us to do is to command that kind of atmosphere around us in the Spirit, where the glory of the Lord is so strong that spiritual awakenings are able to rock the unseen world every where our feet tread the ground. We should have a zero tolerance for demonic activity all the time. We should pull upon heaven until it fills our world with God’s Glory. Living this way is definitely not boring. Something as simple as going to a restaurant, or walking downtown, will draw out the desperation of those who need deliverance. The less there is of us the more there is of Him. Christ will be recognized! And the devil will be exposed!
No harm will come to you.
Years ago we were having meetings in our home,(and this was during the time when we had just begun homeschooling our children) there was a new face in the crowd she was a rather large woman and very severe looking. I felt a check in my spirit regarding her. I was told that she worked for the state in child protection services, by a friend, and as the meeting went on, I noticed that she was not participating with the rest of us in worship and just didn’t seem to act like one of the sheep. I began to wonder if she was taking advantage of our open home, to sniff around over this home schooling thing, and I felt uneasy. We continued to worship the Lord, and I lifted it all up to God, and pretty soon the glory began to fill our living room as we all became lost in worship. The next thing I know, I hear this tremendous thud hit the ground, and an awful groan. I opened my eyes and this woman who was in the back of the room, was now in the front of the room just inches away from me. She was on her hands and knees, and moaning. She stood there like that for the rest of the night shaking, sobbing, moaning, and crying. A couple of sisters continued to pray with her until the end of the service. They helped her out the door and to her car. I never saw her again, and until this day I do not know her story. Who was she? Why was she there? All I know is that God had his way that night. Not man. Not devils.
… and He escaped out from the midst of them …
More recently, I walked into the post office to check our mail box when all of a sudden I was ran up upon by a man and a deranged woman in her 30′s, she was tall, and had her hair in dreadlocks. There was absolutely no one around, I tried to keep it cool and walked them out towards my car, to get out in the open. I briefly spoke to the man and bound unclean spirits off of him and then blessed him, he immediately left on down the sidewalk. The woman approached me after him, as she stared me down with a murderous gaze, nose to nose, she asked me for the exact change I had in my hands. How did she know how much money I had in my hand? I was dealing with a powerful spirit, and began to pray in tongues, she began to chant in gibberish. The spirit of the lord moved me to raise my hand level to her forehead and say (with authority) “Peace be still in the name of Jesus Christ”. When I did this, peace filled the space between her and myself, she dropped her head and shoulders, closed her eyes and let out a sigh. The woman then put her hands in a praying position as a “hush” over her lips. For several seconds she seem to come into composure, and back to her senses, turned around and moved away like any normal woman walking down the street. We must be instant in season and out, always. Only God knows what we may encounter on any given day.
Cut the chase!
It saddened me to go to a convention of world renown ministries, and see the people there unable to handle a demon possession that the deacons carried out of the sanctuary and into the lobby. I’m not saying it was any one of these ministers, but rather those that were in charge of the altar work. The first mistake they made was taking her out of the presence of the anointing. Unless the altar workers are able to carry over the same anointing that exposed the demon in the first place, it is serious error to take them out of it. Pastors and church leadership from all over the world were attending these meetings. Several names known from television were preaching. We happened to be there waiting for our van to take us to the air port, when a commotion came crashing out the doors of the sanctuary, right at our feet this woman landed, snarling, vomiting, and thrashing around, she had at least six men and women right on her, praying in tongues, praying: “Oh Jesus” “Oh Jesus”, she jumped up and ran a muck through the lobby, and into the women’s bathroom. They drug her out of the bathroom, and she ended up on the floor in the lobby again. I thought if they keep praying like that they might as well call the paramedics. It’s a wonder she didn’t leave a couple of them naked. It’s a wonder she wasn’t naked. That evil spirit was in control and he was running the show! They kept praying “Oh Jesus”, “help her Lord, help her Lord”. I could not believe what I was hearing, but I had to stay out of it. I was not invited into it, and theses places have their order. I don’t think Jesus would do that. You can see for yourself He rarely barged in on other people’s business. I thought, I’m staying out of this. But it wasn’t to long into this fiasco that the Lord began to speak to me a word of wisdom. He said, “Don’t turn around, don’t look at them, don’t posture yourself one bit, just yell out above the noise and command the evil spirit to leave the woman”. So I did, I yelled at the top of my voice, “In the name of Jesus Christ I command you unclean spirits leave this woman now!” It got quiet for a moment, some one caught on, pretty soon they all began to directly address the unclean spirits in Jesus name, and command them to leave. They didn’t even know where that voice came from. The power of God came in, she began to settle down, and they were able to bring order into the situation. About that time our van came. Praise God in the Highest! For that name that is above every name!
Acts 19:13-19 (New International Version, ©2010) Some Jews who went around driving out evil spirits tried to invoke the name of the Lord Jesus over those who were demon-possessed. They would say, “In the name of the Jesus whom Paul preaches, I command you to come out.” Seven sons of Sceva, a Jewish chief priest, were doing this. One day the evil spirit answered them, “Jesus I know, and Paul I know about, but who are you?” Then the man who had the evil spirit jumped on them and overpowered them all. He gave them such a beating that they ran out of the house naked and bleeding. When this became known to the Jews and Greeks living in Ephesus, they were all seized with fear, and the name of the Lord Jesus was held in high honor.
Why do you look for Him here among the dead? He is RISEN!
. 1 Corinthian 10:3-7 For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ …
I have seen ordinary christian people who know a lot about psychotherapy, and very little about the word of God. They have come to us for ministry yet chose to continue to dwell on the curses, instead of dwelling on the CROSS of Christ where ordinances written against us were nailed! If only they would stand and point to the Lamb, and say. “Satan, Christ bore my curse”. We have to get ourselves full of God and his word! This is the LIGHT that displaces darkness. Text book knowledge and deep studies are not going to do it. We will overcome by the blood of the Lamb and by the WORD of our testimony (profession). I would rather tell people how to stand in their freedom in Christ, and how by the sword of the Word you can sever generational bondage (calling them by name, and telling them they cannot have you.) Rather than the alternative, which to me has been reduced to nothing more than sessions upon sessions of psychological witch hunts. Inner healing ministry gone viral. Balance is the key here. Word based and Spirit lead. The key to it all is believing that God really loves you, and that his thoughts toward you are for good and not for evil. That he will fulfill every bit of the covenant he has made with us, sealed by blood. In Christ set free healed and delivered. It is already done, we just need to contend for what is ours and walk in it.
How do we prepare ourselves to become dragon slayers in a possessed society?
How we affect the world in our prayer closet is how we will impact the world in the market place. You see, in the spirit realm we live up to our reputations, real or devised. In the world we can hide what we really are if we are not true to ourselves, and honest with God, and man. We can dress for success and have an appearance of power. We can give ourselves titles that cause men to tremble in our presence. We can use our money to buy prestige and favor. However, kingdom authority cannot be achieved in any of these ways. Even the disciples could not cast out some devils. Jesus rebuked them for their doubt and unbelief, but also, reminded them, “these come not out but by fasting and by prayer“. In fact, there are many who stand behind the platforms and pulpits of christian churches today who occupy the offices of church authority, work in ministries, and services, that would be shredded alive had it not been for the dragon slayers, who cover them in prayers, those behind the scenes intercessors weeping before the throne, wrangling in battles of life, and death, for those whose prayer lives do not match their call. These warriors, these unassuming, untitled, so-called unauthorized, are changing the world around them …they are those, known in the spirit realm by name, of whom the world is not worthy … they are the unsung heroes that are impacting the earth in ways that will never be understood, this side of heaven. They are bearing fruit by investing in others and their fruit will remain. This is why no man can glory, only God knows all that is involved in our victories. Nevertheless, a true and effective ministry will not shrink back from casting out devils, but will find many healings attached to taking authority over unclean spirits. Don’t be deceived, there is a devil behind most of the ills of mankind, and you will see more success in your ministry if you take authority over them.
Luke 6:17-19 (New King James version)who came to hear Him and be healed of their diseases, as well as those who were tormented with unclean spirits. And they were healed. And the whole multitude sought to touch Him, for power went out from Him and healed them all.
John 14:12 (New International Version (©1984)
I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father.
Written by The Pouring
January 4, 2011 at 12:53 am
We have a lot of voices describing the chaos and the ruin, the gross darkness covering the earth, and great darkness the people. But, few are lending to the other side of that equation. We will walk among them in this world like morning at midnight. Christ in us the Hope and the Glory. Nevertheless, time is running out for those who do not KNOW the still small voice of God, those so acquainted with the shepherd’s voice …. that a stranger they will not follow. In times of plenty they learned to lean on HIM. Never once trusting in the chariots of Egypt. They are the ones who are moving out, to the front of the line.
the Church in the Nation Who Sits at Ease 9/4/2013. Dee
” … You’re in the habit of running red lights, you’ve done it so much that the stop sign means nothing to you, the light might as well be green – after all, “we are under grace”, they say, over, and over, again. Your ear has been trained upon the voice of your appetites all these many years, season, after season, judgement, after judgement. The smoke from distant troubles rises in the air, but, you say, ” it will never touch me, trouble like that will never come to me, it only happens in distant lands, in lesser civilizations. Know you not, says The Lord, these places once were great kingdoms in the earth, great civilizations, giving you much of what you possess even now? Assyria, Egypt, Babylon, Greece, and Rome, now a shadow of what was once world domination in their time. Be careful that the light you walk in is not, rather, darkness. World powers rise and fall but those who put their trust in me will not be shaken.
Look at your alliances, and allegiances, look at your partnerships, and pledges, have you struck hands with a stranger? Seek to loose yourself from those NOT of my kingdom. This is a time to step away from engagements that would yoke you with unbelievers, and the sleepers.The life cord should be detached at base camp. Not on the side of the mountain. Give the wayward slough time to find his bearings, time to feel the consequences, to grow his own legs, for his own good. This is the Mount Everest of all your days, you are getting acclimated at base camp, and you need to know your limitations and strengths, I am your guide, says The Lord, do you know my voice? Are you tethered in with those who will not cut the line on you? Are you yoked with me, or another? The mountain will reveal your alliance faithful, but then it is to late, these things need resolved at base camp. In your trial run, on better days, did you not see the frozen monuments of failure, miscalculation, sleepiness, and disorientation, riddling the landscape? Forever marking the days of former storms, reminding all who pass by, the cost of simple failures vary.
You lose a glove in the yard, you have a cold hand, you lose a glove on mount Everest, you could lose a hand. Even the guides themselves are found there, in the debri fields of mis-step. But, I am the guide that has conquered the mountain, that will never leave you, nor forsake you. I will carry you when you need carried, I will bring you through to the mountain top. I will guide you through the storm. I will never cut the line. I will bring those with you, but YOU must be tethered to me, and no one else, nothing else. Seeking to save your life you will lose it, to lose yourself in me, you will find your life, abundant. Then you shall be the beacon on the mountain top showing those below you the way. Go now while it is early, for the neck of the journey will bottle up in desperation, when those slow to awaken realize, time is of the essence.
The Lord says that His glory shall rest upon His people, kings will bow … the Lord says to Lift up your heads and look, the anointing breaks the yoke, the heavy burdens so many are burdened down with. In one moment, at His Word … burdens shall slip from off the neck, and shoulders, of those who seek the light, they will see His light upon the Church triumphant, from distant places, deep in the caverns of darkness, and crevasses of depravity. They’ll move toward the light set in great contrast against the night. They shall be brighter than the stars, those who abide in Him, the Living Word.
The Lord says that From this time forward many of you will no longer make general blanket statements for the sake of the masses, your words will be surgical, timely, and ordered, executed precisely, the way the Lord would command. Knees will shake at the precision of it all, as hearts will not only be revealed, but plans to deceive you, and to arrange your demise, shall bring immediate judgments. In many cases, while others beside them are left standing, they shall be astounded, they shall audibly cry out and confess their sins. Revelation, knowledge, and understanding will flood into the confessor that will overwhelm some like Paul, who was incapacitated for days. You will find yourself caring for some in such a state, whose own lifestyle they will have to hide from, in order to stay alive.
While Even now suspicions mar the relationships of many, as do misunderstandings, the Lord will bless His servants with dreams, visions, and supernatural knowings of the motives of others. As New Testament saints were guided by God through dreams and visions to meet and speak with certain individuals, so this same anointing to know – shall be prevalent in subsequent meetings, of the unknowns, in divine appointments. In so much, that you will ask The Lord about the ones He didn’t speak to you about, and this is by design, that He might lead you more carefully; and it will develop in you a more concise walk, in His way, that will uncover the treasures spoken about in His word, treasures hidden in darkness, and it will be those hidden in deep darkness that will see a great light. Is not that light Christ in you … the Hope and Glory?
The Parable of the Ten Virgins
“At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like ten virgins who took their lamps and went out to meet the bridegroom. Five of them were foolish and five were wise. The foolish ones took their lamps but did not take any oil with them. The wise ones, however, took oil in jars along with their lamps.
the bridegroom was a long time in coming, and they all became drowsy and fell asleep.“At midnight the cry rang out: ‘Here’s the bridegroom! Come out to meet him!’ “Then all the virgins woke up and trimmed their lamps. The foolish ones said to the wise, ‘Give us some of your oil; our lamps are going out.’“‘No,’ they replied, ‘there may not be enough for both us and you. Instead, go to those who sell oil and buy some for yourselves.’“But while they were on their way to buy the oil, the bridegroom arrived. The virgins who were ready went in with him to the wedding banquet. And the door was shut. “Later the others also came. ‘Lord, Lord,’ they said, ‘open the door for us!’“But he replied, ‘Truly I tell you, I don’t know you.’ “Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour.
Ephesians 5:12- 24 The Message
… Wake up from your sleep, Climb out of your coffins; Christ will show you the light! So watch your step. Use your head. Make the most of every chance you get. These are desperate times! Don’t live carelessly, unthinkingly. Make sure you understand what the Master wants.
Be always on the watch, and pray that you may be able to escape all that is about to happen, and that you may be able to stand before the Son of Man.”
But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what hour the thief was coming, he would not have let his house be broken into.
It will be good for those servants whose master finds them ready, even if he comes in the middle of the night or toward daybreak.
I have an article called the Mountain Of The Lord. It speaks of the tributaries and streams that flow from the mountain into the river. Everything that is relevant, a pure word, and that which sets the trends of the earth comes from this place. The river that flows into the valley is from the mountain, but it becomes compromised as it courses through the city where sewage and run off begins to add to it. This is the river flowing into the institutions of men where high thoughts that exalt themselves above the knowledge and wisdom of God, begin to contribute into the flow of what should be holy and pristine; but, rather, adds murkiness to the river. This is the traditions of men making the word of God non effective. Mark 7:13. BUT, the crisp fresh flow of the Spirit comes from the high place. It begins with forgetting those things that are behind and pressing on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God, in Christ Jesus. It contributes to the life of God, those that pursue him in their seeking, heal the waters in the midst of God’s people from whom living waters flow.
Out of the secret place, where we go to seek His face, we encounter spiritual weather systems that pour down their precipitation, in what we can spiritually parallel with the form of mist, snow, and rains, from heaven’s sky. The call of the Spirit is to impart the mysteries of God, sometimes like a mist, a flow of impressions; sometimes like snow pack that releases its measure in season, sometimes like the pouring rain, all at once overflowing the gullies, gushing down the mountain, in some places it is held up like a pent up flood in natural dams … a trickle, ready to become a deluge at any moment.
The Way of The Mountain
Is lonely at times, and barren of natural comforts, yet, rich with atmosphere as timbers, silently sway … Singularly, but increasingly corporately, the Mountain of the Lord (in the Spirit) is being pursued by a generation of believers as the sound of His voice, like many waters, is increasingly being heard flowing from out of the heart of His people. With it the sound of the high mountain winds that blow through the tall pines, that hollowed airy sigh that joins the roar of white water rapids crashing down through the rocks below. The sound of many waters echo, as they rush through the canyons descending from the place where rivers are made. This only comes after our solemn expedition up the mountain, rising in spirit as when vapor ascends invisible, then descends like the mist, settling above the streams in every ravine. When the waters descend they roar in progression. This is THE DEEP calling unto DEEP. For more on this article go to THE RIVER DOWN STREAM.