End Times Vision Tommy Hicks

TOMMY HICKS’ END-TIMES VISION.

 The Body Of Christ Vision

Revivalist: Tommy Hicks July 25th, 1961

My message begins July 25, about 2:30 in the morning at Winnipeg, Canada.

I had hardly fallen asleep when the vision and the revelation that God gave me came before me. The vision came three times, exactly in detail, the morning of July 25, 1961. I was so stirred and so moved by the revelation that this has changed my complete outlook upon the body of Christ, and upon the end time ministries. The greatest thing that the church of Jesus Christ has ever been given lies straight ahead. It is so hard to help men and women to realize and understand the thing that God is trying to give his people in the end times. I received a letter several weeks ago from one of our native evangelists down in Africa, down in Nairobi. This man and his wife were on their way to Tanganyika. They could neither read nor could they write, but we had been supporting them for over two years. As they entered into the territory of Tanganyika, they came across a small village. The entire village was evacuating because of a plague that had hit the village. He came across natives that were weeping, and he asked them what was wrong. They told him of their mother and father who had suddenly died, and they had been dead for three days. They had to leave. They were afraid to go in; they were leaving them in the cottage. He turned and asked them where they were. They pointed to the hut and he asked them to go with him, but they refused. They were afraid to go. The native and his wife went to this little cottage and entered in where the man and woman had been dead for three days. He simply stretched forth his hand in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, and spoke the man’s name and the woman’s name and said, “In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, I command life to come back to your bodies.” Instantaneously these two heathen people who had never known Jesus Christ as their Savior sat up and immediately began to praise God. The spirit and the power of God came into the life of those people. To us that may seem strange and a phenomenon, but that is the beginning of these end-time ministries. God is going to take the do-nothings, the nobodies, the unheard-of, the no-accounts. He is going to take every man and every woman and he is going to give to them this outpouring of the Spirit of God. 

In the book of Acts we read that “In the last days,” God said, “I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh.”

I wonder if we realize what he meant when God said, “I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh.” I do not think I fully realized nor could I understand the fullness of it, and then I read from the book of Joel: “Be glad then, ye children of Zion, and rejoice in the Lord your God: for he hath given you the former rain moderately, and he will cause to come down for you the rain, the former rain, and the latter rain -” (Joel 2:23). It is not only going to be the rain, the former rain and the latter rain, but he is going to give to his people in these last days a double portion of the power of God! As the vision appeared to me after I was asleep, I suddenly found myself in a great high distance. Where I was, I do not know. But I was looking down upon the earth. Suddenly the whole earth came into my view. Every nation, every kindred, every tongue came before my sight from the east and the west, the north and the south. I recognized every country and many cities that I had been in, and I was almost in fear and trembling as I beheld the great sight before me: and at that moment when the world came into view, it began to lightning and thunder. As the lightning flashed over the face of the earth, my eyes went downward and I was facing the north. Suddenly I beheld what looked like a great giant, and as I stared and looked at it, I was almost bewildered by the sight. It was so gigantic and so great. His feet seemed to reach to the north pole and his head to the south. Its arms were stretched from sea to sea. I could not even begin to understand whether this be a mountain or this be a giant, but as I watched, I suddenly beheld a great giant. I could see his head was struggling for life. He wanted to live, but his body was covered with debris from head to foot, and at times this great giant would move his body and act as though it would even raise up at times. And when it did, thousands of little creatures seemed to run away. Hideous creatures would run away from this giant, and when he would become calm, they would come back. All of a sudden this great giant lifted his hand towards heaven, and then it lifted its other hand, and when it did these creatures by the thousands seemed to flee away from this giant and go into the darkness of the night. Slowly this great giant began to rise and as he did, his head and hands went into the clouds. As he rose to his feet he seemed to have cleansed himself from the debris and filth that was upon him, and he began to raise his hands into the heavens as though praising the Lord, and as he raised his hands, they went even unto the clouds. Suddenly, every cloud became silver, the most beautiful silver I have ever known.

As I watched this phenomenon it was so great I could not even begin to understand what it all meant. I was so stirred as I watched it, and I cried unto the Lord and I said, “Oh Lord, what is the meaning of this.” and I felt as if I was actually in the Spirit and I could feel the presence of the Lord even as I was asleep. And from those clouds suddenly there came great drops of liquid light raining down upon this mighty giant, and slowly, slowly, this giant began to melt, began to sink itself in the very earth itself, and as he melted, his whole form seemed to have melted upon the face of the earth, and this great rain began to come down. Liquid drops of light began to flood the very earth itself and as I watched this giant that seemed to melt, suddenly it became millions of people over the face of the earth. As I beheld the sight before me, people stood up all over the world! They were lifting their hands and they were praising the Lord. At that very moment there came a great thunder that seemed to roar from the heavens. I turned my eyes toward the heavens and suddenly I saw a figure in white, in glistening white – the most glorious thing that I have ever seen in my entire life. I did not see the face, but somehow I knew it was the Lord Jesus Christ, and he stretched forth his hand, and as he did, he would stretch it forth to one, and to another, and to another. And as he stretched forth his hand upon the nations and the people of the world – men and women – as he pointed toward them, this liquid light seemed to flow from his hands into them, and a mighty anointing of God came upon them, and those people began to go forth in the name of the Lord. I do not know how long I watched it.

It seemed it went into days and weeks and months. And I beheld this Christ as he continued to stretch forth his hand; but there was a tragedy. There were many people as he stretched forth his hand that refused the anointing of God and the call of God. I saw men and women that I knew. People that I felt would certainly receive the call of God. But as he stretched forth his hand toward this one and toward that one, they simply bowed their head and began to back away. And each of those that seemed to bow down and back away, seemed to go into darkness. Blackness seemed to swallow them everywhere. I was bewildered as I watched it, but these people that he had anointed, hundreds of thousands of people all over the world, in Africa, England, Russia, China, America, all over the world, the anointing of God was upon these people as they went forward in the name of the Lord. I saw these men and women as they went forth. They were ditch diggers, they were washerwomen, they were rich men, they were poor men. I saw people who were bound with paralysis and sickness and blindness and deafness. As the Lord stretched forth to give them this anointing, they became well, they became healed, and they went forth! And this is the miracle of it – this is the glorious miracle of it – those people would stretch forth their hands exactly as the Lord did, and it seemed as if there was this same liquid fire in their hands. As they stretched forth their hands they said, “According to my word, be thou made whole.” As these people continued in this mighty end-time ministry, I did not fully realize what it was, and I looked to the Lord and said, “What is the meaning of this?” And he said, “This is that which I will do in the last days. I will restore all that the cankerworm, the palmerworm, the caterpiller – I will restore all. that they have destroyed. This, my people, in the end times will go forth.

 As a mighty army shall they sweep over the face of the earth.” As I was at this great height, I could behold the whole world. I watched these people as they were going to and fro over the face of the earth. Suddenly there was a man in Africa and in a moment he was transported by the Spirit of God, and perhaps he was in Russia, or China or America or some other place, and vice versa. All over the world these people went, and they came through fire, and through pestilence, and through famine. Neither fire nor persecution, nothing seemed to stop them. Angry mobs came to them with swords and with guns. And like Jesus, they passed through the multitudes and they could not find them, but they went forth in the name of the Lord, and everywhere they stretched forth their hands, the sick were healed, the blind eyes were opened. There was not a long prayer, and after I had reviewed the vision many times in my mind, and I thought about it many times, I realised that I never saw a church, and I never saw or heard a denomination, but these people were going in the name of the Lord of Hosts. Hallelujah! 

As they marched forth in everything they did as the ministry of Christ in the endtimes.

 … these people were ministering to the multitudes over the face of the earth. Tens of thousands, even millions seemed to come to the Lord Jesus Christ as these people stood forth and gave the message of the kingdom, of the coming kingdom, in this last hour. It was so glorious, but it seems as though there were those that rebelled, and they would become angry and they tried to attack those workers that were giving the message. God is going to give the world a demonstration in this last hour as the world has never known. These men and women are of all walks of life, degrees will mean nothing. I saw these workers as they were going over the face of the earth. When one would stumble and fall, another would come and pick him up. There were no “big I” and “little you,” but every mountain was brought low and every valley was exalted, and they seemed to have one thing in common – there was a divine love, a divine love that seemed to flow forth from these people as they worked together, and as they lived together. It was the most glorious sight that I have ever known. Jesus Christ was the theme of their life. They continued and it seemed the days went by as I stood and beheld this sight. I could only cry, and sometimes I laughed. It was so wonderful as these people went throughout the face of the whole earth, bringing forth in this last end time. 

As I watched from the very heaven itself, there were times when great deluges of this liquid light seemed to fall upon great congregations, and that congregation would lift up their hands and seemingly praise God for hours and even days as the Spirit of God came upon them. God said, “I will pour my Spirit upon all flesh,” and that is exactly this thing. And to every man and every woman that received this power, and the anointing of God, the miracles of God, there was no ending to it.

  We have talked about miracles. We have talked about signs and wonders,

but I could not help but weep as I read again this morning, at 4 o’clock this morning the letter from our native workers. This is only the evidence of the beginning for one man, a “do-nothing, an unheard-of,” who would go and stretch forth his hand and say, “In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, I command life to flow into your body.” I dropped to my knees and began to pray again, and I said, “Lord, I know that this time is coming soon!” And then again, as these people were going about the face of the earth, a great persecution seemed to come from every angle. Suddenly there was another great clap of thunder, that seemed to resound around the world, and I heard again the voice, the voice that seemed to speak, “Now this is my people. This is my beloved bride.” And when the voice spoke, I looked upon the earth and I could see the lakes and the mountains. The graves were opened and people from all over the world, the saints of all ages, seemed to be rising. And as they rose from the grave, suddenly all these people came from every direction. From the east and the west, from the north and the south, and they seemed to be forming again this gigantic body. As the dead in Christ seemed to be rising first, I could hardly comprehend it. It was so marvellous. It was so far beyond anything I could ever dream or think of. But as this body suddenly began to form, and take shape again, it took shape again in the form of this mighty giant, but this time it was different. It was arrayed in the most beautiful gorgeous white. Its garments were without spot or wrinkle as its body began to form, and the people of all ages seemed to be gathered into this body, and slowly, slowly, as it began to form up into the very heavens, suddenly from the heavens above, the Lord Jesus came, and became the head, and I heard another clap of thunder that said, “This is my beloved bride for whom I have waited. She will come forth even tried by fire. This is she that I have loved from the beginning of time.” 

As I watched, my eyes suddenly turned to the far north,

and I saw seemingly destruction: men and women in anguish and crying out, and buildings in destruction. Then I heard again, the fourth voice that said, “Now is My wrath being poured out upon the face of the earth.” From the ends of the whole world, the wrath of God seemed to be poured out and it seemed that there were great vials of God’s wrath being poured out upon the face of the earth. I can remember it as though it happened a moment ago. I shook and trembled as I beheld the awful sight of seeing the cities, and whole nations going down into destruction. I could hear the weeping and wailing. I could hear people crying. They seemed to cry as they went into caves, but the caves in the mountains opened up. They leaped into water, but the water would not drown them. There was nothing that could destroy them. They were wanting to take their lives, but they could not. Then again I turned my eyes to this glorious sight, this body arrayed in beautiful white, shining garments. Slowly, slowly, it began to lift from the earth, and as it did, I awoke. What a sight I had beheld! I had seen the end-time ministries – the last hour. Again on July 27, at 2:30 in the morning, the same revelation, the same vision came again exactly as it did before. My life has been changed as I realised that we are living in that end time, for all over the world God is anointing men and women with this ministry. It will not be doctrine. It will not be a churchianity. It is going to be Jesus Christ. They will give forth the word of the Lord, and are going to say, “I heard it so many times in the vision and according to my word it shall be done.”

Tommy Hicks 1909-1973 Argentina Revival 

The Koreas’ End Time Intercessors 

 

A Mountain Near Seattle

A Mountain Near Seattle March 20, 2015

A Mountain Near Seattle. Dream Journal Entry.

In a dream my husband and I were living in Seattle. There was an event that caused some concerns regarding a mountain near us. Naturally, I thought of Mt. Rainier but it wasn’t identified as Rainier in the dream. We became aware of a possible eruption from the mountain, that was about to take place any time. It was not a matter of if we were going to have to evacuate, but when. Things began to feel edgy, not knowing when to pack up and leave. There was a movie about the mountain that everyone was watching. After, or during, the movie there was an event, where I saw a plume of mist or smoke come out of the mountain and it turned into two monstrous plumes in the shape of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and a man shaped cloud almost like the Michelin Tire character. I don’t think it would take to much brain power to crack that code. From the raw to the refined, the level of gases erupting in the atmosphere is another collective of earth’s 911, in these endtimes.

Methane Gas Concerns

About that time (still in the dream) my aunt in Utah called and told me we needed to get out of there because of the methane gas. ?? Everybody probably knows about methane gas and volcanoes, but, I never paid attention to it until this dream. It seems that lava flow or a debris flow was not the main concern, but rather the gases from where we were located. Also, timing in when to leave. She asked me where we were going to go, because she had 7 people already with her, and didn’t think she had enough in store for any more people. I realized our plan was to go to her house so now we didn’t have a plan. We decided to head that way any way to a FULL HOUSE in Utah.

My grandparents (K) were in the car (but they had passed decades ago) this may speak of descendants that may live in the Tri-City area. We began to stuff everything we had in the cars to evacuate. We realized we needed two cars, but that was starting to take too long, everyone fit in one car, and we’re putting blankets, boots, and tools in the other. Realizing we would need our trade tools to work, and live else where, this made me think of a long-term evacuation, where we would have to start over. There was barely time to gather these items. In the dream I began to be concerned that we waited too long for the evacuation and would be caught in a jam of traffic. I then imagined a line of cars being swept over by gasses from the volcano.

After the dream I wondered why we had to go all the way to Utah, when there were relatives in Idaho. The evacuation took us across the panhandle in Idaho down to Utah.

This is the second time I have had a dream of a mass evacuation from the Seattle area that seemed to go beyond the State of Washington, and connected to other regional evacuations.  -March 20th 2015

April 24, 2015 Dream Journal Entry

I learned two things after this dream. One is that Mt. Rainier is an active volcano with seismic activity. That it is one of the most dangerous volcanoes in North America. Second, that methane gas is a type of gas that can emit from a volcano. It is odorless and colorless and not so harmful unless it is in large quantities, displacing oxygen, which it does do. So apparently it is not death by toxin, but by asphyxia, that is the problem with methane gas. The bigger problem is that it is attributed to climate change. The last item I learned was I had this dream on the morning of the anniversary of another snow capped northern volcano.  Eyjafjallajökull. March 20, 2010 -The Icelandic Volcano. More about that event later.

My history with Mount St. Helens.

imageIt was September of 1979 I was working at the Wind River Ranger Camp in Oregon; finishing a degree in Landscape /Horticulture studies. A group of us who were clearing trails, went hiking on the week-end. We found a place that was a perfect view of Mt. St. Helens and Mt. Hood further away. I’ll never forget that day. I grabbed my camera, jumped up on a stump, and began taking pictures of Mt. Saint Helens.

It wasn’t just a picture of the mountain but shots of the entire landscape panoramic style, using up the rest of my film. Not realizing that where I stood would be covered in volcanic ash, just 8 months later. The beautiful landscape that I was looking at would be forever altered, as we knew it. I remember we were discussing a trip that one of the student geologist in our group was planning, this was to hike with a team up the mountain we were looking at, still capped in snow from the last winter.

October would be the time of year to do it if they could beat the first snow. There would never be another September before this view would be gone forever. I often wondered how many more panoramic shots of that Mountain were taken after mine. Certainly, from that angle, it was one of the last. We had accesses the public didn’t have that time of year. Winter would set in and stop time until late spring. We were off the beaten path, there would never be another summer or fall for this mountain, like that one, ever again.

What did Mount St. Helens teach us? Are we not subject to life altering events every day? That in one moment our world can change around us With little notice? All should be well as long as the watchman stand watching on the wall. As long as they are faithfull to warn of disturbances in the land, and the people heed their warnings.

God uses a description of a mountain turned volcano, found in Jeremiah 51:25, to describe how quick and complete Babylon will come to and end. It is interesting how involved America became in the matters of the Middle East in the year of this eruption. Leading to our involvement with Iran and Iraq in the region of Ancient Babylon. Are mountains such as these geological announcements of the destruction of BABYLONIAN empires in the earth?

Behold, I am against you, O destroying mountain, Who destroys the whole earth,” declares the LORD, “And I will stretch out My hand against you, And roll you down from the crags, And I will make you a burnt out mountain. 

Ezekiel 33:1-6 Watchman

Again the word of the LORD came unto me, saying, Son of man, speak to the children of thy people, and say unto them, When I bring the sword upon a land, if the people of the land take a man of THEIR COASTS, and set him for their watchman: If when he seeth the sword come upon the land, he blow the trumpet, and warn the people; then whosoever heareth the sound of the trumpet, and taketh not warning; if the sword come, and take him away, his blood shall be upon his own head. He heard the sound of the trumpet, and took not warning; his blood shall be upon him. But he that taketh warning shall deliver his soul. But if the watchman see the sword come, and blow not the trumpet, and the people be not warned; if the sword come, and take any person from among them, he is taken away in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at the watchman’s hand.

My History With Eyjafjallajökull Icelandic Volcano

Now fast forward to October 12, 2009 I publish a record of a dream of being on the east-coast looking towards the North East, from a third floor room on the beach. Out the window I see an erupting volcano, and I begin to intercede In prayer, I saw a company of lounging Christians on the beach, while a pregnant woman who was so pregnant she could hardly move was laying near them in the sand. She was one of their own, and I felt indignant that they were indifferent towards her. She had already suffered loss, and now was in labor. When I helped her in her labor it felt as if her pregnancy had washed over me. I look back at that now, and besides the other facets of interpretation, that I’ve published, I think of the Chrisitians suffering in Nyrobia, Sudan, Libya, Syria, Iraq and all over the Middle East that are in travail of soul. I was torn between comforting the woman on the beach (where I first saw a red glow and haze in the sky) or praying against the fall out of this volcano. The pregnancy debilitated her, but I had to climb the watch tower, and when I did, I saw the erupting volcano. The lazy Christians let her lay helpless in the sand. So I went back down to help her. The beach folk not only ignored her but showed contempt for the intercessory prayer. They were not watching, nor were they engaged in prayer. In fact that spirit they were of, persecuted it. Indifferent Company.

March 20, 2010 the Icelandic volcano erupts

I had several dreams about flight cancellation that seem to be very disruptive and the Lord has had me write about them, later. Out of the eruption of the Islandic volcano, I saw take place in the dream, comes a prophetic word called THE NEW CHURCH ERA.  A second time, the Icelandic volcano erupts and again disrupts flights in Europe. So, this is why I’m paying attention to the Mt. Rainier dream. Imagine the disruption in flights and lives if this volcano would begin to act up. What about the emission of gases? Could wind patterns cover evacuation routes with ash and gases? What should one take from this, wQho lives in the State of Washington?

Watch and pray. For the short term, include hard copy documents and re-start “tools” in your evacuation plans. For the long term make arrangements like all should, in this volatile world we live in, to be able to go somewhere else to start over. Is that far fetched? Not for a people who live in the region of volcanos, warheads, submarine navel bases, and aircraft manufacturing plants. Not to mention tsunamis, mud slides, and our close Russian neighbors we seem to be coying with; including the ever increasing Chinese presence in the South Pacific. Do we need to discuss North Korea, and radioactive back wash from Japan? What about the nuclear waste storage at Hanover? 

It’s not that the region is spiritually deserving hardship, any more than any where else in a world that is systematically turning its back on God, moving away from His protective coverings. But rather, is an area subject to a host of vulnerabilities, both man made and natural-  Seattle, a large American city that sits upon the Pacific’s seismic Ring Of Fire.

The earth’s groans

Nations that work against Israel are warned by God, saying, “I will bless those that bless Israel and curse those that curse Israel.” There is a history of catastrophic events that can be aligned with Israel’s treatment. Recently, America viewed the blood moon of this year’s passover on the heals of our negotiations with Iran. This is Israel’s enemy who wants to push them into the sea. I am very concerned about Obama’s insistence on dividing the land of Israel. We don’t need another wrench thrown in the gears of our economy. Why is President Obama’s administration trying to agree with Iran, and arguing with Israel?

We need to pray as we are vicariously stumbling through life while our government is wrestling with life and death issues of the end-times. Meanwhile on the Pacific coast a blood moon which occurs during a luner eclipse, is viewable at 3:16 am this year. I couldn’t help noticing that was the scripture reference to John 3:16 regarding another pass over. And God gave His only begotten son that whosoever believes upon HIM shall not perish but have everlasting life. Keeping in mind that these red moons occur during forest fires and in the haze of volcanic eruption, as wellThrough it all I take these prophetic occurrences as the Lord reminding us- it is God’s will that no man perish but that all come to the saving knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ. That is why we preach repentence for the remission of sins. Is this a call for the Pacific West Coast to know their Passover Lamb, to watch and pray to secure their watchman on the wall?

Micah 6:8

 He has told you, O man, what is good; And what does the LORD require of you But to do justice, to love kindness, And to walk humbly with your God.

Joel3:2

 … Then I will enter into judgement with them there On behalf of My people and My inheritance, Israel, Whom they have scattered among the nations; and they have divided up My land. “They have also cast lots for My people, Traded a boy for a harlot and sold a girl for wine that they may drink.…

Mount St. Helens September 1979

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Mass West Coast Evacuations.

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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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Son ofThe Father’s House a Prophetic Dream

image 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?]

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Not Many Wise Not Many Noble

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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A World of Contrast

A World of Contrast

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A short discussion identifying the great contrasts we will witness in the earth as two kingdoms clash, profound darkness showcasing the glory of God that rest upon the Bride of Christ, as she reveals His power in what will be described as both the best and worst of times. The episode opens up w/ ministry and prayer for the sick.

The Running Man

Parkour and Triathlon

Open your mouth and I will fill it, says The Lord, have I not fashioned you to be my mouth piece!? To speak my words that I have placed in your heart to speak? The beating of your heart moves into your ears, and you continuously say, “Is this you? Is this you, Lord?” Did I not say I would fill you full to overflowing, when you seek me? Did I not say follow me and I would make you fishers of men? Can you do it apart from my Spirit; shall I not draw them first to myself by my invisible hand? Shall not I make your way prosper, to plant the heavens and lay the foundations of the earth with the words that proceed out of MY mouth? MY word shall not return void- BUT YOUR words are dead all ready, they lay ON the ground and cannot get up for there is no life in the dribbling of the wisdom of MEN.

imageTherefore, my servant knows the difference between my words and His own, for one is life and breath, and the other dust and death, and the two cannot mingle, says God.

Yet, it is my WORD that has accomplished the thing that I SENT HIM to accomplish. And even now the NEW MAN of whom CHRIST is the head- I have sent out like a TRIATHLON runner, who treks land and sea, mountain and valley, highway and hill, to do my work. More so, shall he scale the walls of hinderance, climb the face of resistance, shoot forth the arrow of prophetic proclamation, and swim the tides of change. In the moonlight of midnight he scans the horizon and discerns the silhouettes of  covert, and the tree lines that walk like men, he blows the trumpet in Zion! He scouts from the distant shores- what I declare as hidden is hidden, what I declare as seen is seen, and the WORDS I speak! says The Lord, are spirit and they are truth.

Isaiah 51: 4 Listen to me my people; And give ear to me … MY righteousness is near, My salvation has gone forth, THe coastlands will WAIT UPON ME, and upon MY arm they will trust.

– dee barnes

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

NeWine Pouring Pod Casts

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Psalm 84:3-12 The Message (MSG)

red-morning-skyBirds 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.

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Days of the Eagle

0827110953 -The Eagle thing has been coming up every where I look since the Lord gave me the dream “Strange Bird” Still waiting on Him as when I should release  Part II of Strange Bird Obama’s Second Term. Please pray for NeWine as we grapple with some serious items that God has revealed in the dream, part two. While in waiting I was blessed to get this  word  in my e-mail.  A good word for all who wait on Him.

December 10, 2012

THE TRUMPET by BILL BURNS:
The time of the eagle has come. I am raising up true prophets who will have eagle vision, and they will see and speak of that which I show them. No longer will My Church want for true prophetic voices. No longer will they listen to false words. My people will now become supernatural and will not be deceived by the voices of compromise. You are My eagles. Rise up now and take flight and soar above the calamity of this world, says the Lord. Psalm 103:2-5 Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits: Who forgives all your iniquities, Who heals all your diseases, Who redeems your life from destruction, Who crowns you with lovingkindness and tender mercies, Who satisfies your mouth with good things, so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

SMALL STRAWS IN A SOFT WIND by MARSHA BURNS:
Your time of transition has accelerated. You are rapidly entering a new phase where what you have counted on to be solid and stable has transcended to new heights. Just when you thought that you had reached the limit of your expectations and abilities, you will be required to go beyond what you could have ever considered or believed. Prepare to be stretched, says the Lord. Ephesians 3:20-21 Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever.

NeWine Pouring … and each four had the face of a man … each four had a face of an eagle … Wherever the spirit would go, they would go, and the wheels would rise along with them, because the spirit of the living creatures was in the wheels … and I heard the voice of one speaking … and he said, I’m sending you to a rebellious house you, son of man, do not be afraid of them or their words. Do not be afraid, though briers and thorns are all around you and you live among scorpions. Do not be afraid of what they say or terrified by them, though they are a rebellious house. You must speak my words to them though they listen or fail to listen.

No Stops Just Momentum

Prayer Journal Vision: Obama and Romney Debate

The White Hot Train

10/16/12 6:45 pm

I saw these two presidential candidates in their debate with

elongated heads. Both of them, I saw Obama watching this

train on its track. He knows,  America is on a track, and it

will go where its headed to, nothing can stop it now.

America will continue on in what it is coming into.

 God knows.

Now this is where the
Church comes in, this is where we come in. In a moment I
was observing these two men, storm clouds boiling above
their heads, and they are real brainy, but in the next
scene I’m moving above, observing now the train, moving
with it as fast as it goes. I believe I am the Church at
this point and not necessarily myself. In fact it all
seems to go, like we change from a watcher to a
participator, with power. The train seems to begin to
change color just before the vision ends, this dark metal
train with dark paint- it started to look like it was
turning white coal, as if the speed in which it was going
fanned a furnace, it looked like the rail itself and the
embankment on each side … began to turn, at some point
it felt like, a transfiguration … those two men faded
in the back ground, they were not there any more,
something transpired, maybe the tracks shifted, but some
where down the line a transference of power took place
and Christ Church was all over it. The white coal, gold,
and fire- you couldn’t separate one from the other. It
was Hollowed.

Now I’m thinking about this- the kingdoms of this world
shall become the kingdoms of our God. Trains have
schedules, they have their stops, and transfers, from
here on out there are no stops, only momentum through
times, seasons, and seasons of change.

America will go through her refinement, it has to be,
but she has a destiny, a date, a “for this you were born”
moment in history, an Esther moment, preceded by
purifications and readiments, the Church will be that
Mordicai that teaches and counsels nations, their
destiny. Hamen will be cheated out of his plans and
plots, and that which was devised by him will become his
very own demise.

Ecclesiastes 1:9 What has been will be again, what has
been done will be done again; there is nothing new under
the sun.

Ecclesiastes 2:12 Then I turned my thoughts to consider
wisdom, and also madness and folly. What more can the
king’s successor do than what has already been done?

Ecclesiastes 6:10 Whatever exists has already been named,
and what man is has been known; no man can contend with
one who is stronger than he.

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