Of The Cross And Flame

“The Lord is showing me an emblem of a church denomination and I see a full house, a congregation, with tongues of fire upon their heads! The minister is wearing a robe. This is a denomination, a branch, a people that is getting lit on fire by the Holy Ghost! Lord, where are they? I want to go there- [… waiting] He’s showing me people of the Cross and Flame, I know who they are, I know the cross and flame is Methodist.”

deana barnes   April 1, 2016

The Lord showed me a people who are a congregation with in the walls of a house, whose emblem is the Cross and Flame. – April 1, 2016.

I saw them standing in a meeting with in their walls. I heard the Lord say that He has raised up one of their own, a servant from the midst of this people. He is a man who has sought to know the Lord beyond the wisdom and traditions of men. I see this man’s study in the Spirit extended just beyond the foyer, outside the entrance of this place of meeting, literally outside. He has sought the Lord beyond all that he has known. His sleeves are rolled up and he is sitting forward at his desk, the emblem is taking up the entire page of his stationary, and he is looking at it with great intensity! It seems he is in fervent prayer and seeking. His OFFICE has become aglow, and filling with the glory. In the next scene I now see the congregation of his denomination, with in the walls of the house, and they are standing. They are in great hope and expectation.

A Path Of Glory

A path of glory is tracing from this Apostolic OFFICE back into the midst of this congregation, and the glory of the Lord has set their heads completely a blaze, with tongues of fire engulfing those standing there, from head to shoulders! The house is aglow with the same glory I saw in the study, of that one fervently in prayer and seeking. This one doing this work has had no confining walls, yet has subjected himself to confinements with great love, and compassion, in order to reach in, and secure this people in a resurgence of their roots in holiness, in revival, and awakenings, even to their pentecostal roots. This people, of the Cross and Flame, are revisiting an ancient path.

“They will be my end time agents of fervent prayer and evangelism.”

“Because of hunger, because of a desire to know me better, because of relentless seeking, by this one who has loved you so much” says the Lord, “with a servant’s heart, who has labored in his desire that you will not grow cold toward me.”

“See where I’m about to take this people, of the Cross and Flame.” Says God, “They will be my end time agents of fervent prayer and evangelism.”

John 6:37
All those the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never drive away.

John 6:39
And this is the will of him who sent me, that I shall lose none of all those he has given me, but raise them up at the last day.

John 12:26
Whoever serves me must follow me; and where I am, my servant also will be. My Father will honor the one who serves me.

The Centenarian’s Impartation

We were praying over a generation around the age of 30 and younger.

In a vision I began to see the frame of a vehicle resembling a Model T Ford. It was carefully stored away. Its frame was beautifully polished, it was the color of bronze and gold. Every detail of it was meticulously preserved. It felt as if the vehicle belonged to a Centenarian who was about to release it to the generation I was praying for. Skipping one or two generations between them. I then saw a navigational instrument lying on the passengers seat. It reminded me of a maritime instrument. As I documented this vision I was able to record the Word of The Lord, that went along with it. It is as follows.

In a vision the Lord showed me a vehicle carefully stowed away, what was being held up in storage for that generation about to take “hold of the wheel'” in our life time. I saw various treasures yet to be revealed, almost  forgotten in the closets, in the barns, and attics, of a generation, held up for the benefit of those left behind, that admired their strength and stories of faith. Two generations reaching across a great divide of time, that will have much to appreciate of the other. The centenarian of this prophecy is the good man of proverbs (or woman) who leaves an inheritance for his children’s children.

That your fruit will remain.

Jeremiah 31:21

“Set up road signs; put up guideposts. Take note of the highway, the road that you take. Return, Virgin Israel, return …”

Jeremiah 6:16

Thus says the LORD, “Stand by the ways and see and ask for the ancient paths, Where the good way is, and walk in it; And you will find rest for your souls.

In a vision I began to see the frame of a vehicle resembling a Model T Ford. It was carefully stored away. Its frame was beautifully polished, it was the color of bronze and gold. Every detail of it was meticulously preserved. It felt as if the vehicle belonged to a Centenarian who was about to release it to the generation I was praying for. Skipping one or two generations between them. I then saw a navigational instrument lying on the passengers seat. It reminded me of a maritime instrument. As I documented this vision I was able to record the Word of The Lord, that went along with it. It is as follows.

imageThe Centenarian’s Impartation Prophecy

I see a vehicle prepared to be driven and it is a ministry that appears to be preserved, and appointed, for this up and coming generation, to have and to hold from the beginning of time. This vehicle’s make is being used symbolically meaning THE WAY or a (place of crossing over). The Model T is a symbol too. The way of the cross. It seems to be by-passing  modern age technology we so rely upon, for something more simplistic, an extension of a generation, who weathered through the difficulty of the times, of whom possess keys to survival, in what they have seen and heard.

For the generation of blue carpet sanctuaries, and platforms, have not possessed the vehicle that delivered what occurred in the days of the sawdust trail; but, the last generation did carry and distributed its cargo, as a legacy. The centenarian’s posterity has returned to honor them, therefore an impartation is being released before they are entirely taken from the earth. The circle will remain unbroken, the youth who cared to peer into the centenarians store house has been bequeathed a vehicle and an instrument that will transport and navigate them through another era of new beginnings, awakenings, and renewals. Now, this instrument restored, has been moved from its keeping place, to meet the centenarians great children, as they go the way of all men.

A phenomenon will be seen in the land.

These well preserved antiques will find their way out of reserve. They will be seen in the land once again in type, as well. Indicating the value of the simple gospel. This is the Ford of crossing, walk ye in it, modelled after the cross. These centenarians, these saints, who possessed great wisdom from times when their lives depended solely upon my spirit; so then those who have honored them shall also posses an inheritance that is the fruit of that wisdom, where by they survived the tumult of tumults, that only shadow those things yet to come. The glory of this latter house will certainly be greater than the glory of this former house. Of whom their children you are. Of whom were your spiritual great, great, greats. This present ground breaking generation shall not be satisfied until this is accomplished in them. Where they feel the raw bewilderment of grass roots, and fresh bare ground, squeezing between their toes.

Old things are passed away all things become new. An organic visitation back to basic relational movements set ablaze by the fires of revival, stirred up, and spread out; by association, and impartation, through the laying on of hands.

See this, the spirit of the prophet Elijah as through the vehicle “John” made straight the paths of the Lord, he went before them and brought them to THE WAY. The Ford of crossing.

That vehicle will cross you over land and high waters, it will deposit you near the great sea.

Even those who want what is real and I am more real says the Lord than the Church could ever portray in all their mounted screens, and colored lights; yes, this sobriety, and sombre spirit, of true repentance shall be upon the generation of the whirlwind harvest, says the Lord. It has skipped a generation, or two, but this vehicle of ministry has been fire tested, forged and I see burnished bronze, copper, and the instrument of discernment … the same with a little more gold.

In that time you will step into full responsibility as the generation that is at the wheel of the times. The previous generation carried the blessing upon a silver platter, with a silver spoon in their mouths- those whom never walked in it, but has lived its wealth, and were executors of the keys, title, and even possessing deeds, coming from the travail of the Model T generation. Rise up to the challenge, in it is a level of maturity that you have yet graduated into, but lo it is near, your time is near, as their time is due already, and they fly away into Glory.

They shall launch out now, in great numbers. They shall cheer you on from the heights where my Eagles fly, from the shear face of the Majestic Rock Mountain.

As a natural vehicle could be driven foolishly, and dangerously, even recklessly, so this vehicle of ministry being handed down requires skill and competence. At the same time it literally runs with astounding simplicity. This work I have prepared for you the same. You will be ready when I say you are ready, and now I say the time is near. For a long time it has been so very near to you that it has weighed so much on your heart, while you have not understood it nor perceived it. Return, return ….

Often your youthful hands moved upon its preserved work, buffed with care, and polished with time. They have honored the generation beyond their own Fathers. For many, it was that generation that taught them, raised them, and gave them a home. Even has sheltered the foolish sons and daughters. I say, says the Lord, to the great sons and great daughters of the generation that is swiftly fading away-

… even of those whom I have sworn would not see again some of the things that they have seen,

are being gathered up to join that great cloud of witnesses. So then concentrate your focus and consecrate yourself for this work that I have prepared for you, for when you do you shall find that you shall ease into it and it shall be natural to you to take it into your possession, and begin to operate this vehicle of Holy Ghost ministry, with the wisdom that I have already imparted to you, and the skill that I have skilled you with to properly maintain, and operate its unique administration. Can you drive a stick shift?

Do you know when to double clutch? Automation bypasses manual shifting, I want my people engaged. To know when and how to shift with heaven’s transitions.

Now I see a navigational instrument, and it has been forged in the fire, even as the vessel itself was tempered, the instrument has been forged in a fire, and graces the passenger side. Testifying to, and confirming voice recognition. An installation of heavenly technology fitted into a classic drive.This is the Spirit that navigates in tune with the Father according to his voice, according to his ways, and you will use it as an instrument with the great map that measures out the way, as a navigator measures distance with this navigational instrument. Across land and now to the sea. From a classic (way of crossing unto the ancient paths …) to a wind generated vessel, whose sails respond to the winds of the Spirit. There appears a maritime navigational instrument, that the captain in his quarters uses, and he studies the map of that which shows the way, that is established already.

This instrument connects signs, and wonders, and visitations, the going out, and the coming in, with the fixed topography of the established Word of God, by whom all things that were made are made, and the Spirit of the Lord, said “I will confirm my WORD with Signs and Wonders following.”

The Holy Spirit instrument of the discernment of spirits will help navigate the Church through these times of lying signs and wonders, and confirm the signs executed by the finger of God.

As it is launched to the peoples of all the earth. These things shall be measured by this gift of discernment of spirits, and a greater measure of this supernatural ability to differentiate, between the true and the false. How much it shall be available in the midst of all those who love the truth, and follow not the lie. Whom are the posterity of those that I have said, to a thousand generations … TO A THOUSAND GENERATIONS, I will show mercy and kindness of those who put their trust in me. America has been a depository of seeds banked in that promise. Given thousands of generations gone by. To be delivered for such a time as now. The sons and daughters of the tired, the poor, and the humbled masses, that sought to be free to worship God, unmolested. Who left behind the bodies, buried in the ground, of their martyrd and persecuted loved ones, to serve God in the name of HIS Son, as their sanctified conscience dictated.

Two the thousandth generation I am remaining faithful to the covenant I have with them, and their children, who call upon me. So then, this is a promise that has no end.

The prodigal shall surely have his roll in the mud, en mass … It shall be a terrific exposure of all that is unholy. Only with your eyes shall you see the reward of the wicked; but, the prodigal he shall learn there is nothing like the provision found, even for the servants, in the Father’s house. America certainly will have its run in the pen of pigs, that they may know, for what, they tossed their crown. The great prodigal sons and daughters, will turn around and fall into line, upon the forgotten roads, and byways, carved out by their ancestors who travelled THE WAY, they shall stream across that great ford of crossing upon their way home again.

Even to release this vehicle into your life time; that many, in the previous generation were carried in, by their grandfathers, and great fathers (and mothers ) of the faith. For it was a grass roots movement, in simple obedience, using that which was available that produced all that you see today of my healing hands, and was birthed in the days of a spiritually draught stricken generation, that has kept it for you, for such a time as now, who have known the difficulty of the times, and they have possessed keys to your survival, in what they have taught you, to build upon in the days to come. Amen and Amen.

Malachi 4:5-6 Behold, I am going to send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and terrible day of the LORD. “He will restore the hearts of the fathers to their children and the hearts of the children to their fathers, so that I will not come and smite the land with a curse.”

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An Aroma to the Living, A Dirge to The Dead

Revisiting a dream featured in our article called SON of The FATHER’s House.

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 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.

imageI 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 with HIM in HIS presence. No preparation apart from the Holy Spirit will lead you to The Father. Grace has made the way, that we may boldly enter in, as we are. The presence of God will transform us into HIS IMAGE. THE QUESTION IS what is the true image of our God who is a consuming fire?

No heavenly 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 to stand before a stage screaming for their idols- are a people, still, 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.

imageIt 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 shall 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.

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?]

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A Spiritual Work


Colossians 3:16

Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts.

Thank God for the spiritual giftings of the Holy Ghost, that enable us to recognize the diversity of operations among the callings of God in the ministry of intercession. In other words intercessory prayer ministry has as many facets to it, as there are anointings. A work championed in the unseen realm, needing discernment among the saints of God!

1 Corinthians 14:15

Well then, what shall I do? I will pray in the spirit, and I will also pray in words I understand. I will sing in the spirit, and I will also sing in words I understand.


Ephesians 5:19

… speaking to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit. Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord,

Encountering The HOLY One

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Encountering The Holy One a Pod Cast

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.

Making Your Election Sure

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Hear what the spirit says to those who call themselves The people of God in America. I have a people who call out to me day and night. They truly weep at my feet and are covered under my shadow at the alter, in the place of intercession, many of them have answered the call, have forsaken all, to follow my instruction in these the end-times. No election of candidates will change what America is facing in her tomorrows. Repentance, only, will extend the hand of the Father to pass mercy across this land, he is able to turn the face of kings, as well as harden the hearts of the Pharaohs. Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. What are the words spoken out of the mouth of the shepherds in the land? Will slander, mockery, and the blaming of others turn the tide? 

The First Church Of The Free Born

But, yet there is an unrepentant, religious, and prideful people, who walks the broad path of what is called Christian America, today.

I saw the rubble of a building in the fore front, a city scape in the back drop, and between the two- a storm beaten Statue of Liberty. An arm from heaven reached down and took the hand of a little boy out of the rubble, and The Lord said, “See this thing that you have done? The thing that has been broken in America is not being understood by the natural eye, for though this people have greatly prospered, and have acquired much wealth and comfort, they are a broken and plundered people, their children, if they could see, stand a midst the rubble of broken lives, broken families, and broken homes. What has become of those I have appointed to be Fathers in the Land? Worse yet, what has befallen the Shepherds? The curse of dismemberment plagues the land, the children are increasingly covered with a spirit of violence, says The Lord, you have wanted everything, and have paid the price to obtain it! The price you have paid is your posterity.

If you could see what you have come to, where your children are standing alone, in the rubble of a nation, that has everything, but possesses nothing … Yet, as I have said, my arm is not shortened that it cannot save; nor, is my ear heavy that I cannot hear, for I am hearing the cry of the Fatherless in this nation, and with my own arm of strength I am reaching for them, says The Lord, for they are the generation that will know the cost for the selling of the souls of men. Yet, I have called them by the name that I have named them, and they will look up from where they sit, and they shall find me, my hand extended, in the day that I can be found. I will lead them as a father would lead them, they shall be my sons, and my daughters, and I shall be their father.

For I am a father to the fatherless, and a husband to the widow, says The Lord. You have created a nation of orphans, and a land full of widows of the living dead. You war against me still, and you say how have I warred against you, lord? I sent forth the spirit of Elijah into the land, to turn the fathers heart towards the children, that your children may learn the way of FATHER, but you have resisted me, says The Lord, who died that you might live, and whose WORD now lives, that you might not die. Rather, you sacrifice the future of your own in order to protect your comforts for the day. Why do you continuously ( without remorse) sacrifice your sons and your daughters to the god of temporary pleasures? Over, and over again, while being the most civilized, of the civilized, in your eyes?

You have spent your seed for sowing upon your own pleasures, what then shall come to you in the day of harvest? Have you not sowed to the wind? Shall you not reap the whirl wind? Is it not written a GOOD MAN leaves an inheritance to His children’s children? What then is the one called who sells the child of his child to servitude, some not yet born? Shall he escape this shame? Will not the lender stop his lending, and demand the borrower to pay? Shall they not liquidate the future, to satisfy the appetites of yesterday? Does not the house do as the hill, and the hill the same as the house? So you say it is those upon the hill that does these things, but are not those upon the hill the same who live in houses, did they not first come out of your neighbourhoods, and communities? They serve themselves first, as you in your homes the same, at the expense of their child’s future, for enough is never enough to satisfy, as fire is never satisfied, nor rage, nor lust.

Therefore, your elected ones reflect you. So then, shall this one who fattened himself upon his child’s tomorrow not Himself be in want? Shall he not regret the price he paid for those things that last not, the price of his own sons, and daughters? Have I not given you time to repent? Both small, and great, says the Lord, but you would not? You quoted all the right scriptures, wrote your books, held your meetings, financed your campaigns, to bring AMERICA BACK TO GOD, you tussled in your homes, at city hall, and in your town square pointed your finger and beat your chest, a patriot, of patriots you say, yet in all of this did you personally confess the error in your own heart? Did you humble yourself to seek it out, to find what you cannot see, unless you humbly enquire of me? Yet, touched by these things, rather, you rage. This one thing, you will lie down in regret. Repent, says The Lord, and I will give you your children to honour your memory. That they may see, in the end, you did all that you could do.

I will not have you deceived, repentance will not reinstate to you what you would esteem as your former glory; it will however, provide for you the reward that comes with the testing of your faith, more precious than gold. I can promise you the process of the baptism of fire. Turn to me now, see? See? Even the generation that watched out for you, built for you, shall you even tax for your salacious appetites, to keep your status quo? So you rob from the future, and drain the store, to have your fill for the day?

Repent and I will sustain you, for the benefit of your children’s children, a generation who will know my name, my arm of strength, and power, if you repent, this one thing you shall then have, the joy of your children with you, the sons and daughters, of your sons, and your daughters, who play upon the floor where you rest your feet, whom, themselves, shall pay regard to how you finished the end of your days. For in your best days a common thing shall be in the land, one house hold shall house three. Hear what the Spirit of The Lord says, that I may walk you out of your errors, this day, not that you become as you were. But, that you be counted as the wise who made a difference when your story is told, among those who will come after you. Whose HERITAGE will be of me, says The Lord.

A prayer to start with:

Father in Heaven, I come before you to acknowledge my sins that I have committed along with those that have trespassed against you in this great nation, that the people were given stewardship to manage, so many years ago. Father, somehow, we have lost our nation into the hands of another. Our elected ones that come from our neighbourhoods, our communities, and our cities, have turned our country the wrong way, time after time. I come before you and repent for all that I had part in, in America turning its back on you, and the Godly principles we were to uphold. Even in the sin of omission when I didn’t do those things that I could have done, to insure our good standing with you, as a people. I repent of all my ways that has acted in unison with all citizens of this country who have missed the mark, in securing your blessing upon our land. I ask that you show me what I can do as an act of true repentance, that I mean this prayer with all my heart. I pledge to continue to pray for all those in authority who are governing this great nation. I, also, pledge to NOT be one of those who stand as a mocker, slanderer, or a false witness; nor, a flatterer, or given over to the praise of men. But, will endeavour to speak the truth in love, at all times, and obey the Spirit to walk with Him, through all the days he has ordained for me, as a citizen of the Kingdom of God, on this soil. Amen

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Voice of The Beloved

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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. 

Voice

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 the​Great 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.

Psalm 22:19-24

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 …

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Sacred, an Epic Tale

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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

    see SACRED PILGRIMAGE AND THE CRIMSON BANNER

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The Bud is Yet in The Vine

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The Bud is Yet in the Vine

There is nothing hidden that shall not be made manifested and those things done in darkness shall be brought out into the light!   Luke 8:17  God sees the unfolding of the bud yet with in the vine, as well as he sees, and reveals, the hidden agenda’s of scheming men.

Did you know that Jesus said, “The words that I speak to you are spirit and they are life? Therefore the  things of the spirit must be spiritually understood.”

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Luke 8:18  Jesus : “So pay attention to how you hear. To those who listen to my teaching, more understanding will be given. But for those who are not listening, even what they think they understand will be taken away from them.”

Divine Pruning- To be subtracted from that we might be added to.

This past year has been the culmination of a season of pruning for those marked for leadership in the body of Christ. All of us who press on into the upward call will find ourselves in and out of these seasons of pruning, where God is removing dead works, and unproductive clutter, out of our lives. Often times, we are so preoccupied with expansion, and growth, we overlook the necessary principles of maintaining healthy, and stable, businesses, ministries, and relationships. This season of pruning, for many, has  resulted in cut backs.  Ministries, outreaches, businesses, and perhaps even a loss of these things, leaving those who have gone through this, a sense of bareness, but it is for our good that the dead things that have no fruit in them are cut away. There are going to be abrupt changes taking place, in so much, that literally we will find what was relevant one day, not at all the next. Looking back a year from now will seem such a faded distance away. Change is in the air. God sees down the line a lot farther than we do. He will get you ready if you’re willing. The baggage we throw our world into, will take wings. WE must put       all our trust in Him.

Those destined to serve in divine government have been sorely pruned. The missing branches, taken out of our lives, and ministry, that we thought would fulfill us, were ill equipped, or incapable of producing what was needed in the governmental authority God is preparing his people to rule in, as we move into  the decades to come.

The weakened, fruitless, or diseased, branches that would betray us under the pressure of appointment, and position, were cut off, to make way for a stronger, and more productive branch, to take its place. Have faith, what seems to be loss is preparation for great gain.  This is 2011, this is 2012. Subtracted from, to be added to, in preparation for  government rule.

Philippians 3:13-14

New King James Version (NKJV)

Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead,  I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.

The Kingdom of God Suffers Violence, And The Violent Takes it By Force

However, there has been another kind of assault against those marked for ruler-ship in the kingdom of God. And this one is of the kind that David and his men suffered in 1 Samuel 30. It is another kind of “removal or subtraction” and that is one of a healthy limb, cut off, or taken by the enemy. A malicious separation by the thief who comes to steal, kill, and destroy.

In David’s story we see an aggressive campaign to restore what has been stolen, and a lesson learned regarding a militant watch required on the home front, even as we are off in foreign lands working for the Lord. The story of David and his men (that I encourage the reader to review) speaks of those who are left to watch over the home front receiving like honor, as those in the field.

One area that will bring much healing in the body, and already has, is this subject of honor. Giving honor to those to whom honor is due, will continue to be the healing balm of restoration, and unity for the Body of Christ, as we move forward into a new church era.

The Davidian Rule takes back the lost and stolen. It gives honor to whom honor is due, recognition to whom recognition is due. It Sees the part everyone has in the whole, and rewards it. 1 Samuel 30:21-31

A Sum of All Our Yesterdays, the Beginning of All Our Tomorrows.

  For the older saints who still have a few years of work ahead of them, they are seeing, what seems to be no end to it, no retirement possible, in the natural, to do the things they wanted to do for the kingdom of God. Their years of spiritual warfare, and the wrong decisions that others have made, feels as if it has taken from them momentum, time, and money … the actions of others impacting what should have been stored up for their latter years.

Now  many are seeing a world that has sown to the wind, and is reaping the whirl wind. The result of sin, and disobedience. How it has impacted there own lives even though it wasn’t from choices they made. As David, they have come home from work, from ministry, from obedience to God, only to find their family members in captivity, their finances depleted, their house, and wares worn out; surrounded by comrades who themselves are angry, and disenfranchised.

The answer to much of this is walking in the revelation that the bear market has nothing to do with the kingdom of God’s economy, but we also, have to remember we are living in this fallen world and the murderer and thief is still at large.

The good news is, Satan cannot win, and even when he does seem to win, that is when he really looses! It is God’s good pleasure to restore to us what has been stolen.

Campaigns To Retrieve the Lost and Stolen

Now is the time to pull all stolen resources out of the camp of the enemy. Calling them out in the name of Yeshuah. (The God who saves) Just as David and his men went after their family and wives who were stolen from them while they were out to war, so there are those in the body of Christ, who have been out doing the Lord’s work and have come back only to find their home pillaged by the enemy. The weakest link in the family/body being zeroed in on to penetrate walls of defense, to get in and raise havoc.

You may not see how it was persecution, but I assure you that for many, that is exactly what it is. You did nothing wrong. A weakness that had nothing to do with you was exploited to the hilt, not because of your wrong, but because of what you were doing right.

Yes, some of us make messy beds we have to sleep in and God is merciful, but this I am talking about is something that would not have been exploited like it was had it not been for WHO YOU ARE.

You will need all that the enemy has taken from you back, for the days ahead. And it is there for you to retrieve, if you will believe. This translates into that which has been stolen from our homes, finances, and families, our church families, and even God’s people through out all nations, for those who are believing for the lost on that level.

Pent up justice, and that thing stolen- from those who have been faithful, is held up for that day of exchange that God has assigned, in a time when it will be needed most. The riches of the wicked, and illegally obtained wealth, is laid up for the just. You have been waiting to long. Now is the time  for you to mount up for battle, and demand the thief to restore all that has been stolen- with interest!

Our Own Experience
A few months ago we did just that, we began a prayer vigil, and stand; demanding what has been stolen to be returned. After a few days of prayer we had a break through. The lord gave me a vision. I saw my self walking through a battle field, nothing was left but abandoned tanks, and burning debris, the earth was scorched. I then came upon an abandoned camp, up next to a mountain. There was nothing left in the camp but smoking debris and broken equipment. I felt that what was stolen in the camp had been retrieved, but my eyes fixed on clefts in the rocks of a mountain side, next to the camp.

I walked over and began to search into the clefts and ravines. As I did I began to see souls coming up from between the rocks, they were missed when the campaign to retrieve the stolen, had previously gone through. I Saw Parcels and a U-Haul Bringing Back the Lost and Stolen.

I have had the lost, and stolen restored before, but this was something else. Much more was at stake than what we could possibly have known. When we obeyed God and began this campaign, we saw the Lord work a mighty work. I saw in the spirit a U-Haul truck full of goods. The Lord said, “In a few days there will be three parcels coming in, little things as a down payment, but behind that is a haul. Keep standing, believing, and praying.” A few days after that my camera that had been lost for a year was retrieved. A couple of parcels came in the mail, items left behind from traveling, another parcel was a financial blessing that restored an unjust loss; as He has promised these three parcels came in as a marker for more to come …

To Go the Extra Mile, To Wait Upon the Lord For One More Hour …

It was there the Lord reminded me of something that happened many years ago. We suffered the loss of a fledgling work of the Lord where people were getting saved, healed, and delivered, and this loss came through betrayal. I began to include that situation in our prayers for the recovery of the lost and stolen.

A few days later came the haul. The lives and souls of precious human beings. I can testify that our prayers for the return of that which has been stolen has measured out in souls. Even a new mission presented itself in subsequent days from this focused prayer for the stolen to be returned. God is an awesome warrior who retrieves the lost at every cost, for He has done that, even to the shedding of his own blood at Calvary, for the remission of sins.

 What the thief has stolen shall be restored. Many of us in ministry have been interrupted, or intruded upon by the enemy, the cost has been souls, and I shudder for those who have involved themselves in treachery in the midst of God’s work. But in Christ’s kingdom nothing shall be lost, none of His shall be forgotten. He will go the extra mile as the good shepherd always does, not satisfied that He has secured the 99, he continues searching for that one missing.

What we do in the kingdom of God must be done with intent. Make the decision to try again, go back one more time, take one more search party, lead one more campaign in the spirit. Didn’t Jesus say, “Could you not tarry one more hour?” Could we not go back one more time, try once again, and this time believe for all that was stolen to be restored? Ultimately, that is summed up in souls of lost men and women, and hurting boys and girls.

Many times finances hinder the work of God, yet, He promises us that He gives to us all things pertaining to life and Godliness, those things are available to us to fulfill God’s purposes in the earth. If finances are not coming through, it is not because of what God will not do, or what He has not provided. It is because of what the enemy has done. I don’t understand asking God for prosperity, I do understand telling hell to get off of what God has already given us, to serve Him with.

We must take our authority and exact from the kingdom of darkness those things stolen away and hidden in it. God wants us to take back wealth, time, health, strength, all for souls, all to advance His kingdom. He said, ” I have given you power to tread … The kingdom of God suffers violence, but the violent take it by force.  

And how is this done? Didn’t Jesus say, the words that I speak to you are spirit and they are truth? That we war not against flesh and blood but against spiritual wickedness in high places? Are we not to command the night to bow to the day, with a two edged sword in our hand, and the High praises of God in our mouths? Speak as Moses spoke to the spiritual Pharaohs of the land and say, God has said, “Let my people go?” Our part should not be left undone for He has said, “Go into all the world …  these signs shall follow them that believe in my name …” it is up to us to take possession of every realm and dominion, for He has given it to us.

The bud is yet in the vine.

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The Sojourning Bride is on the move through out all nations. See what she is doing in Russia, and what her appointment is in America. Upon her are days of renewal from ancient wars, she is being refreshed once again, in THE LATTER RAINS, to assist in THE end time AWAKENINGS. “YET, ONCE MORE SHALL I SHAKE THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH”, SAYS THE LORD. When the sleepers rise from these shakings who will be there to orient them to the WAYS OF THE SPIRIT? Will it not be the one who makes herself ready? Join our pod cast, THE QUICKENING, for ministry in prayer, and word, including a prophetic dream regarding the shocking results of PRIDE’S deception.
 

 

 

 

The Russian Renewal

The Red River Nation Prophecy by: dee barnes

6/2013

I’m going to tell you about this thing that I have seen, and it is like the vision I wrote about regarding Syria and Turkey. The vision has a panoramic effect and seems to record an expedition like journey that runs from one continent  to the other  through out the earth from the beginning of the era of the Church, and I would imagine, will continue until the end of the Church era. This observance is something  I simply seem to step in and out of, to observe momentarily from time to time in its progression. Like walking into the middle of a movie on a Saturday after noon, going out, and then coming back in to an on going, epic story, that progresses to other scenes, and locations, each time I visit the theater. This next vision that I am going to share is like a sequel to the Sacred Pilgrimage and Crimson Banner vision but now instead of being in Syria and Turkey, the location is in the land of Russia, with the scene opening up on a beautiful spring day at what appears to be Red Square.                                         

Enter the Song Bird of Russia

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Vladimir of Kiev 956-1015 AD.
Olga 890-969 AD.

Song of Solomon 6:9 ... But my dove, my perfect one, is unique: She is her mother’s only daughter; She is the pure child of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed, The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying …

Song of Solomon 6:10 “… Who is this who appears like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?”

An Awakening

Many in the land of stone palaces and wide open spaces shall hear the songs of the Spirit that whirl a cross the masses, like a wet hurricane saturating the people, gathering my Remnant Nation who dwells among them. “Even to myself says”, the Lord- “Shall not all nations have their day of visitation before the great day of My Son?” “Will I not call them to myself as a hen would gather her chicks? Will not the Remnant Nation answer my call as I pass through the back roads of the cities? Shall they not gather their banners and join this Holy procession, through out the earth, that moves and walks in my Spirit?”  “Did I not say that I would gather all who would gather and return them to their land?” “Is not this land a place of the heart, in the spirit, as it is for the chosen people a city, even the city of David?” “Yes, I am passing through the high ways, by ways, and hedges as I have before, through Russia, awakenings shall spill out into the streets from where they shall come, and join the heavenly band …”

One Holy Nation under God. A holy and peculiar people, a royal priesthood that shall set forth the praises of God …

Jesus- The words I speak to you are spirit and they must be spiritually discerned.

Psalm 84:3-12 The Message (MSG)

Birds find nooks and crannies in your house, sparrows and swallows make nests there. They lay their eggs and raise their young, singing their songs in the place where we worship. God-of-the-Angel-Armies! King! God! How blessed they are to live and sing there! 

And how blessed all those in whom you live, whose lives become roads you travel; They wind through lonesome valleys, come upon brooks, discover cool springs and pools brimming with rain! God-traveled, these roads curve up the mountain, and at the last turn—Zion! God in full view! God-of-the-Angel-Armies, listen:O God of Jacob, open your ears—I’m praying! Look at our shields, glistening in the sun our faces, shining with your gracious anointing. One day spent in your house, this beautiful place of worship, beats thousands spent on Greek island beaches. I’d rather scrub floors in the house of my God than be honored as a guest in the palace of sin. All sunshine and sovereign is God, generous in gifts and glory. He doesn’t scrimp with his traveling companions. It’s smooth sailing all the way with God-of-the-Angel-Armies.

Mobile Assembly

There is a move of God, it is wonderful, powerful, it is the Holy nation, a peculiar people gathered in a moving assembly that is passing through the earth  … and it is He, the Lord who is strong in battle, but He is not in war mode, He is in gathering mode, as He said, “I will gather all who will gather and return them to their land”. As the natural Jews are returning to Jerusalem from all nations and many places so ,also, is the Remnant Nation being gathered in an assembly of the righteous, carrying their banners, lifting them high, each tribe, among their tribe, and divided among their clans. Shall not this gathering ultimately join in His return, in a twinkling of the eye, with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and the trumpet of God? Shall not this body full of death be clothed upon? For the everlasting life with in, shall be housed with an everlasting body, that wears not out, but carries the eternal destiny of living souls forever.

Red River Nation 

Blood RiverEach clan has a banner, each tribe, also. Above those banners are the banners of the Lord, like the one that says, “His banner over me is love.” And the banners above all others, over each one, is crimson red, and they flow like a river above the procession of the righteous.  So the lord Jehovah-Nissi  the Lord our banner  is passing by and assembling an assembly of the gathered, whose pilgrimage is in the spirit, passing through the nations of this earth. It is the only sound in the stillness of the hour, as the newly awakened betrothed falls into the ranks that have assembled, come again at the break of dawn. I hear the sound of many banners whipping in the wind, and it is all I can hear  and the front of the line is moving out, who knew a mighty army, on a mission to gather, to recover, to compel was  moving through the land? A breeze, they say has become a gale, but it is the sound of a river of banners in the wind. “Close your eyes and you will hear them, in the Spirit”, says the Lord. From the eagles eye view, the banners flow together like a river moving across the land. Though your sins be as scarlet red , I will wash them white as snow.

Know Your Day of Visitation

If you are not watching for Him they shall come and then be gone, and you will have missed your appointed time to join the Holy People. Now when you hear the jostle of armor, and furled banners blowing, you shall know it is not just the wind, or driving rain, though some will say it is only the weather, or it only the thunder from distant lands, you shall know it is the procession of the gathered, come to gather! Throw open the garden gate, run down now, to the little stream where hedges grow, and beggars rest. Join the righteous procession, the regiment of the ready, an envoy to the nations who travel the unbeaten paths, who camp outside the city, meeting with those who know the difference between  rain, wind, thunder and the sound, and call, of the Remnant Nation who travels in the realm of the Spirit towards that day.  To move among the nations- a supernatural host in the spirit of intercession, in the acts of the saints of God, to lay down their lives, to coddle the condemned, to awaken the sleepers, to raise the dead, to do all these things for they believe upon the power of His name. Jesus.  Proceeding wars, walking through them, mopping up after them, to save, heal, and deliver; for, God the Father sent His Son the WORD and healed them and delivered them from destruction … the Red River Nation in all their clans and tribes have one banner above them all and that banner is- Jehovah-Nissi

Shall not the Remnant Nation manifest His glory in the earth? 

What is her motto? We know her highest banner … is it not as was for Him (who is Her head) who is the fullness of the Godhead bodily? As He IS, shall she not be the same in the earth? It is written: The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, Because the LORD has anointed me to bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to captives And freedom to prisoners; to proclaim the favorable year of the LORD And the day of vengeance of our God; To comfort all who mourn, to grant those who mourn in Zion,  Giving them a garland instead of ashes,  the oil of gladness instead of mourning.

And there she goes from one destination to another, a moving assembly, through out all places in the earth, where she comes from can we know? Where she is going can we tell? As the Spirit, so the wind we can only know what is revealed, true also, for those who walk  not according to their own understanding, but according to the leading of the Holy Spirit.

1-е Коринфянам 2:12-14

Russian New Testament: Easy-to-Read Version (ERV-RU)

Но мы получили не тот дух, который принадлежит миру, а тот Дух, который исходит от Бога, чтобы мы познали всё то, что нам было безвозмездно дано Богом.

 Мы говорим об этом не словами, которым научились через человеческую мудрость, а словами, преподанными нам Духом, толкуя духовные истины с помощью духовных слов. Недуховный человек не воспринимает тех истин, которые указывает Дух Божий, и, по его мнению, это глупость; он не может их понять, потому что они оцениваются духовно.

1 Corinthians 2:12-14 King James Version (KJV)

 Now we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the spirit which is of God; that we might know the things that are freely given to us of God.Which things also we speak, not in the words which man’s wisdom teacheth, but which the Holy Ghost teacheth; comparing spiritual things with spiritual.But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for

Dogwood Spring

NeWine Pouring’s Dream Journal Posting 2/7/2013

As Far West as the Mississippi, East to the Coast, North to Maine, and South Florida. Not a Long Winter, but an extended, wet, and chilly Spring.

June 2011 141 - Copy - CopyFor those of you who are waiting upon the Lord, and really feeling the ” Winter Season” I heard this in prayer today. Of course, in the natural it may depend upon where you are living, what kind of spring you are going to have. But, spiritually speaking the cold night is passing sooner than you think. So rest in this time, this pre-dawn like hour, in the glow of expectation, before the sun awakens the earth, while the birds begin their singing. This is the hour of listening, before the roar of the day. As there will be grace to do so. I saw a prophetic picture of leaf buds, and dew, a damp path, in the woods. A stroll in the woods, and in it was a clear path. No tangled branches, or fallen trees. Seemingly, a young forest, renewed. Yes, a little rainy, yes a little chilly; but, lined flannel weather. vividly, I saw the Dog Wood tree in “new bud” form. This is the call of the Spirit. “Walk with me.” I felt the cool wetness of a tender twig brush across the apple of my cheek in this early morning walk. The sound of a brook that could not be seen. I heard him say, again, “Walk with me”. What is the meaning of this extended spring? The former rains of this new season. Why longer than others? Why will time seemingly stand still in the pre-dawn of the days we are facing? Shall the noon day sun be more extreme? Perhaps. Drench the ground, store the dew, the earth will help the earth, as the Holy Spirit will refresh, where He inhabits, as well. An extended grace, an extended (early) spring, in the hour of listening. Tarry there before you move into the “heat of the day”, and you shall be “hydrated” to stand.

Campaigns To Retrieve the Lost and Stolen from: The Bud is Yet in the Vine

Now is the time to pull all stolen resources out of the camp of the enemy. Calling them out in the name of Yeshuah. (The God who saves) Just as David and his men went after their family and wives who were stolen from them while they were out to war, so there are those in the body of Christ, who have been out doing the Lord’s work and have come back only to find their home pillaged by the enemy. The weakest link in the family/body being zeroed in on to penetrate walls of defense, to get in and raise havoc.

You may not see how it was persecution, but I assure you that for many, that is exactly what it is. You did nothing wrong. A weakness that had nothing to do with you was exploited to the hilt, not because of your wrong, but because of what you were doing right.

Yes, some of us make messy beds we have to sleep in and God is merciful, but this I am talking about is something that would not have been exploited like it was had it not been for WHO YOU ARE. You will need all that the enemy has taken from you back, for the days ahead. And it is there for you to retrieve, if you will believe. This translates into that which has been stolen from our homes, finances, and families, our church families, and even God’s people through out all nations, for those who are believing for the lost on that level. Pent up justice, and that thing stolen- from those who have been faithful, is held up for that day of exchange that God has assigned, in a time when it will be needed most. The riches of the wicked, and illegally obtained wealth, is laid up for the just. You have been waiting to long. Now is the time for you to mount up for battle, and demand the thief to restore all that has been stolen- with interest!

Our Own Experience
A few months ago we did just that, we began a prayer vigil, and stand; demanding what has been stolen to be returned. After a few days of prayer we had a break through. The lord gave me a vision. I saw my self walking through a battle field, nothing was left but abandoned tanks, and burning debris, the earth was scorched. I then came upon an abandoned camp, up next to a mountain. There was nothing left in the camp but smoking debris and broken equipment. I felt that what was stolen in the camp had been retrieved, but my eyes fixed on clefts in the rocks of a mountain side, next to the camp.

I walked over and began to search into the clefts and ravines. As I did I began to see souls coming up from between the rocks, they were missed when the campaign to retrieve the stolen, had previously gone through. I Saw Parcels and a U-Haul Bringing Back the Lost and Stolen.

I have had the lost, and stolen restored before, but this was something else. Much more was at stake than what we could possibly have known. When we obeyed God and began this campaign, we saw the Lord work a mighty work. I saw in the spirit a U-Haul truck full of goods. The Lord said, “In a few days there will be three parcels coming in, little things as a down payment, but behind that is a haul. Keep standing, believing, and praying.” A few days after that my camera that had been lost for a year was retrieved. A couple of parcels came in the mail, items left behind from traveling, another parcel was a financial blessing that restored an unjust loss; as He has promised these three parcels came in as a marker for more to come …

To Go the Extra Mile, To Wait Upon the Lord For One More Hour …

It was there the Lord reminded me of something that happened many years ago. We suffered the loss of a fledgling work of the Lord where people were getting saved, healed, and delivered, and this loss came through betrayal. I began to include that situation in our prayers for the recovery of the lost and stolen.

A few days later came the haul. The lives and souls of precious human beings. I can testify that our prayers for the return of that which has been stolen has measured out in souls. Even a new mission presented itself in subsequent days from this focused prayer for the stolen to be returned. God is an awesome warrior who retrieves the lost at every cost, for He has done that, even to the shedding of his own blood at Calvary, for the remission of sins.

What the thief has stolen shall be restored. Many of us in ministry have been interrupted, or intruded upon by the enemy, the cost has been souls, and I shudder for those who have involved themselves in treachery in the midst of God’s work. But in Christ’s kingdom nothing shall be lost, none of His shall be forgotten. He will go the extra mile as the good shepherd always does, not satisfied that He has secured the 99, he continues searching for that one missing.

What we do in the kingdom of God must be done with intent. Make the decision to try again, go back one more time, take one more search party, lead one more campaign in the spirit. Didn’t Jesus say, “Could you not tarry one more hour?” Could we not go back one more time, try once again, and this time believe for all that was stolen to be restored? Ultimately, that is summed up in souls of lost men and women, and hurting boys and girls.

Many times finances hinder the work of God, yet, He promises us that He gives to us all things pertaining to life and Godliness, those things are available to us to fulfill God’s purposes in the earth. If finances are not coming through, it is not because of what God will not do, or what He has not provided. It is because of what the enemy has done. I don’t understand asking God for prosperity, I do understand telling hell to get off of what God has already given us, to serve Him with.

We must take our authority and exact from the kingdom of darkness those things stolen away and hidden in it. God wants us to take back wealth, time, health, strength, all for souls, all to advance His kingdom. He said, ” I have given you power to tread … The kingdom of God suffers violence, but the violent take it by force.

And how is this done? Didn’t Jesus say, the words that I speak to you are spirit and they are truth? That we war not against flesh and blood but against spiritual wickedness in high places? Are we not to command the night to bow to the day, with a two edged sword in our hand, and the High praises of God in our mouths? Speak as Moses spoke to the spiritual Pharaohs of the land and say, God has said, “Let my people go?” Our part should not be left undone for He has said, “Go into all the world … these signs shall follow them that believe in my name …” it is up to us to take possession of every realm and dominion, for He has given it to us.

The bud is yet in the vine.

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