Originally posted under the title A City In Asia, then reposted under the 2018 title Living Abroad, A Prophetic Warning, was a dream I had five years ago, regarding a crises that would cause the streets in an Asian city to be empty of people, and food venders, where panic for need of food and water would cause mayhem. Today’s reference to all that would be riots we now see reported in the news, in cities in China, subject to harsh lock down policies over the recent variant of COVID 19. Read this prophetic warning and take the proverbial advice outlined in it to better prepare for a crises we may all face in tomorrow’s world. The State Department made an announcement this last week warning Americans not to travel to China.
What Recurring Dreams Mean
What a Recurring Dream Means.
Why do we have recurring dreams? What does the Bible say about recurring dreams?
“BEHOLD, GOD WORKS ALL THESE THINGS, TWICE, IN FACT, THREE TIMES WITH A MAN. TO BRING BACK HIS SOUL FROM THE PIT, THAT HE MAY BE ENLIGHTENED WITH THE LIGHT OF LIFE.“ – JOB 33:29
Being that the Bible is not only a record of inspired words from almighty God, but those words inspired by him are given in different ways by the Holy Spirit. In dreams, visions, and various prophetic encounters and inspiration, (accompanied with scribing) of what was seen and heard. Songs, poetry, and prophetic utterances of men and women were recorded and kept for us to read through the ages, that we may live by them, thousands of years later. Preserved by the providence of God in the book called The Holy Bible. The words, songs, visions, and dreams, of men like Adam, Abel, Seth, Enoch, Noah, Abraham, Isaac Israel, Joseph, Moses, and Joshua. Priests like Aaron and Samual. Judges like Samson and Debrah. Kings like David, Solomon, and Asa. Prophetesses like Mariam, Huldah, Elisabeth and Anna. Prophets like Elijah, Jeremiah, Isaiah, Ezekiel, and so many more whose names are worthy to be named as books in the Holy Scriptures. Not to mention Daniel, whose visions and dream interpretations we study even now, as well as Joseph’s dream interpretations for the Pharaoh of Egypt, and others of his time.
The book of Job explains to us why we pay attention to our dreams, and hold a key as to why recurring dreams may take place in people’s lives. Read the passage below very carefully.
For God may speak in one way, or in another, yet man does not perceive it. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls upon men, while slumbering on their beds .. Then He opens the ears of men, and seals their instruction. In order to turn man from his deed, and conceal pride from him. He keeps back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword. Man is also chastened with pain on his bed … his soul draws near the pit, and his life to the executioners. “If there is a messenger for him, a mediator, one among a thousand, to show man His uprightness [to mediate for him] Then God is gracious to him, and says, ‘Deliver him from going down to the pit; I have found a ransom! .. His flesh shall be young like a child’s, He shall return to the days of his youth. He shall pray to God, and He will delight in him, He shall see His face with joy, For He restores to man His righteousness. Then he [whom has turned back to God] explains to others and says, ‘I have sinned, and perverted what was right, and it did not profit me.’ He will redeem his soul from going down to the pit, [in repentance] his life shall see the light.
“Behold, God works all these things, twice, in fact, three times with a man. To bring back his soul from the pit, that he may be enlightened with the light of life.
So there you have it. Recurring dreams are an instrument God uses to speak to men to get their attention! He does not delight in people having trouble, or their lives being cut short in this world! There are recurring efforts often made towards the life of men and women to keep them from destruction. From the snare and trap of death, or keep them further from the purpose of God. Recurring dreams fall into that category, where God is making an effort towards us in what is better for our lives if we change our minds, or habits.
Notice the passage speaks of a mediator? One among a thousand. Those don’t come around too often! Few people concern themselves with other people’s lives. However, there is one. One who actually bought and paid for us to be redeemed by Him. Restoring our relationship to the Father.
John 3:16 God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whosoever believes upon Him should not perish, but have everlasting life!
Your recurring dream may be a message to you- to reset you in another direction. One way to cover that situation is to begin to have dialogue with God about the dream that is puzzling you so. You can pray this kind of prayer to get started:
Dear Father in heaven, if you are trying to get my attention with a recurring dream, I come before you right now, and ask you to help me see and hear what you are trying to say to me. I recognize that you sent your son as a mediator for me to have eternal life. To be redeemed, to be saved from the pit. I want the best life you have for me. God show me how to live and walk out your purpose, so I can avoid going through it all the hard way. Hard things you sometimes allow to happen to people when you try to warn them but they won’t listen. If I’m not listening well, please forgive me. Help me hear your voice.. I know it’s better for me to slow down at a detour in life, rather than drive headlong over a collapsed bridge! Help me learn more about your love for me and your purpose for my life. In Jesus name, show me who you are! Amen.
Even though you read this prayer, that was written for you, if you mean it in your heart God hears that. He loves you! While, a recurring dream may just be a problem or a mystery we might be trying to work out in our sub conscience mind, that don’t have such dire consequences, if we get it wrong, the prayer is still a good one to help us along toward having peace in our lives. If you want to know more about anything to do with your dreams or more about Yeshuah (Jesus Christ), just go to the contact us link in the above menu and send us your question or prayer request. The creator God, cares for us, He is a mystery giver! Seek Him through His son Jesus Christ to unlock your dreams!
America’s Home Invasion
Deuteronomy 28: 45-48
The foreigners who live among you will get stronger and stronger, and you will get weaker and weaker. Foreigners will lend money to you, but you will not be able to lend to them. They will be like the head, and you will be like the tail … You had plenty of everything, but you did not serve the Lord your God with joy and a pure heart, so you will serve the enemies the Lord sends against you …
My husband left the house at 5:44 am February 8, 2016. I was in our upstairs bedroom working on my website. This was very unusual because normally I’m downstairs with him every morning at this time. He came up the stairs to say good bye before heading out the door on a trip he was taking. I heard the front door close in the living room behind him. The only light on in our room was from the iPad I was working on. I turned it off, and was surprised on how utterly dark it was on the entire second floor. I waited for my eyes to adjust, but it didn’t change the pitch blackness in the room. I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face! I thought this to be odd because we have several windows on that floor. I was so put off by how black it was in the room that I decided to go down stairs; though I wasn’t frightened by the darkness, It just seemed too dark and so I wondered if David had turned off every light in the house, including the porch light, and I wanted to make sure the porch light was on. I reached over to grab my phone, but as I did I heard a rustling down on the main floor, and then the distinct sound of footsteps carefully walking up the stairs. I thought it must have been David, but I knew he would have called up to me if he had forgotten something and returned home.
At this point I began to slip into a harrowing realization that a stranger was in my house, whom I suspected didn’t know I was there, and couldn’t see any better than I could.
I grabbed my phone and slipped onto the wood floor beside the bed, it was cold but at least I was hidden from the door, on the other side. The foot steps continued more and more confident, and then I could tell whoever it was- was standing at the top of the stairs, I could hear some one else was below him, as the perpetrator entered my room. Somehow, I knew they really thought the house was empty and didn’t expect me to be there. Still, I had no idea what they would do to me if I was discovered. I prayed my phone would not turn on, as it sometimes does randomly. The light would reveal my hiding place. I was now a victim of a home invasion; they have me, they have my life. But for God and his supernatural peace, I realized I was about to suffer one of the most horrifying crimes anyone could imagine. Once they are inside your home they have already robbed you of the only place in this world that is your peace and security. They could have you held hostage for days, and they can ensnare those who come looking for you. Strangers in the house is never okay, and it never will be, in any sense of the word.
While on the floor I calculated that they wouldn’t be able to find the light switch in the room, and would have to search for awhile if they had a notion to turn it on. This gave me a moment to think.
As the intruder shuffled around the top of the stairs the next thing I know, with out hesitation I blurted out the words PULL THE TRIGGER as loud as I could, as if I was speaking to someone else hiding in the darkness with me. I said it again PULL THE TRIGGER NOW! I could hear both of the intruders immediately begin to scramble down the stairs and out of the house. I heard them go out the back door and through the garage, with a realization then that our garage door must have been left open, and that was how they entered the house. They came through the widest entry way in the home. Now I knew why MY house, it was a crime of opportunity.
I crept down the stairs carefully looking to see if the house was clear, and then ran to the living room and looked out the window and watched a faded gold colored sedan speed out of our drive way.
That’s when I realized the lights were on in the house after all, and the outdoors hinted predawn light. But why was the upstairs masked in such darkness? I walked back to the bottom of the stairs and turned on the stair well lights, and that is when things became even more shocking. A child of about two and half years old was trying to walk down the steps. Dark hair, brown eyes, light brown skin. I realized then that the intruders had expected to use the house while thinking we were gone, and was going to provide an habitation for themselves, and the child for a few hours for food, and other domestic services the house would provide.
The little boy was abandoned and left behind in the confusion and terror of the surprised home invaders, who found that their invasion of private property was about to be responded to forcefully, so it seemed. They were given no warning, no time to think- the fatal consequences for a stranger to walk into someone’s home had them at every direction as far as they knew.
On a hunch I carefully opened the garage entry door, and sure enough the garage door had been left wide open. More heart stopping than all of that would have been (had I not been cloaked in peace) was the presence of a stranger, about the age of 55 years old, standing in the middle of the garage under great duress because he wouldn’t leave with out the child, and had been left behind by a car full of would be intruders. Whom upon their departure left with out hesitation, the old man and child, to save their own skin.
The older man standing in the garage began to weep and apologize and beg for the child.
He kept saying I need, I need … a man who looked like the child’s grandfather, with a well trimmed moustache. Not a transit type nor criminal looking you would imagine in a home invasion. Though he appeared to be Mexican, or South American- his attire, mannerism, and English, reflected some one acclimated to USA culture; however, again, as with the other KNOWINGS that I seemed to have in this ordeal, he was an illegal immigrant and the child was his grand child. I reached out and took his hand, realizing the danger had passed, to calm him down and then said, “What you need is Jesus”. I felt the warmth of his hand and the dust of sheet rock powder, that was on the floor of our recently sheet rocked garage, as I reunited him with the child; now standing at my side. At that moment, instantly, the scene abruptly changed and I was back upstairs, moving out of the stiffness of what I began to realize was a VISION INDUCED TRANCE, that fell on me moments after David left the house, that day.
Only twice in my life time before this, have I had such an incredibly profound occurrence of a fully interactive open eyed vision, that happened while I was awake; the difference with this one was that it was NOT preceded by a very heavy Holy Spirit induced sleepiness. It did NOT play out like a movie, but even now feels like a real life event had taken place.
This type involved all my senses, and included nothing that could tell me that I was NOT engaged in a IN REAL TIME event. I was seeing no angels, or demons, or out of place sequences, or objects, to suggest it was a spiritual encounter. However, I was feeling the presence of the Holy Spirit and receiving words of knowledge that gave me a narrative of what the home invader’s intent was through out the encounter. I have no reason not to believe this man and child do not exist on this earth, and that they were not in my house. It is biblical that living people can be encountered for the first time in a vision, it is also biblical that a future event or meeting can be supernaturally rehearsed be for it actually is realized. What I believe this encounter to be is a parable of the existing illegal alien issue in America, and what is RAMPING up concerning that issue. Will there be a self deportation movement of illegals in the land? Will it be in responce to a cry after midnight piercing the darkness of those who hide in its shadows?
A trance is described in the book of Acts 22:17 ” When I returned to Jerusalem and was praying at the temple, I fell into a trance.”
I understand why these encounters don’t happen very often; simply, the human mind would not be able to take it. Because no sleepiness or sleep was involved in the encounter- I could not, immediately, fathom what occurred did not occur. Thankfully, your activity and mobility is suspended, so you do not move about, when this kind of vision does occur, that engages all of your sensery perceptions. I’m as descriptive as I can be on these things because the Lord has told me to “teach as I go” these operatives of the supernatural God we serve, in Christ the Son.
Intrusions, Invasions, and Occupations.
Shortly, I began to understand this event was much like another I had 5 years ago. I saw South American children spilling into my lawn from the woods, behind our house. This was in the spring of 2011. In that vision (which occurred after I thought I had awakened from sleep) was an Afghanistanian man and women, both elderly, or so it seemed, sitting on my kitchen floor, eating our food; a young woman with a laptop who, clearly, had 3 children of different fathers, took up most of our living room. My husband turned to me in this sleeping vision and said, “I will never be able to give you what I wanted to give you in our retirement.” I understood that our country would be tax burdening the middle class (now known as the working poor) into impoverishment, as a welfare state for all of these. In a dream, a year before the 2011 dream, I looked over the gulf and saw a women in South America holding her children up to us.
She was demanding that we send money to her. At this time there was nothing new about illegal immigration, what was new was the broad and wide open door to come. Much like the open garage door in this last encounter.
These were all pre warnings as I believe this recent visitation is one also. There is anger in the land over these issues and I believe, among other things, the illegal immigration issue is about to blow up, beyond what could ever have been expected. It appears we are in a real life struggle between good and evil where ground is lost and gained. Rather than a fatalist view that no one can change the out come of these things happening in America. So we continue to pray for a reversal of what seems is the inevitable. Regardless, of what is inevitable- as gross darkness covers the earth and great darkness the people, God says-
“My light will shine upon you, to you will the Gentiles come, to you will kings bow in the brightness of your dawn.” Isaiah 60:1
What trigger will set off this chain reaction of events where in a moment of great darkness Americans are crying out for action as an act of self defence? What is being said, or what will be said, that is causing those who have poured into this country, illegally, to run back out of it? Even if they were ready for a fight they could not see who to engage and where that engagement would come from. In the vision I was given wisdom on what to do and say in an impossible set of circumstances. Is God able to cause such a thing to happen? To convince illegals that a mass exodus would be better for them? At the same time accomplishing an humanitarian act of reuniting thriving families that have acclimated to American life? Could it be that the BODY OF CHRIST’s voice is raising up a command in the land, and the call for an act of defence will be so shocking it will reverse this dangerous invasion put upon us, because God’s people have been in prayer? Those who would rather be caught at the border and left in a state of limbo and distress (because of family ties) or because of these children, are re-united. It seems they are given some kind of amnesty. It appears that the garage was like a self imposed detainment center. For those who couldn’t, wouldn’t, leave voluntarily.
After prayer and seeking the Lord this is what I was given to understand the vision, that was so extraordinary, that the grandfather part falls in the category, as I see it, of the Macedonia call, regarding a people in desperate need of God (to help them) As described in Acts. Now the following is what I’m getting out of this vision.
It is true that our home is our home, and regardless of whether or not we lock our doors, or close our gates, no one has the right to enter our homes or walk through our property with out being invited. This is called trespassing. The rule of law forbids it. We have laws that we don’t enforce. America has trespassing laws, as well as immigration laws. It is a sin to break the laws of the land, God does not honor sin. Many who come to this country, illegally, suffer the consequences of a trespasser, when those who have a right to do so enforce the law. They also suffer when their trespassing condition is held over them and they become enslaved to those who use it to manipulate their condition of guilt, much like how Satan enslaves us all under the puppet strings of sin. It is our fault we left our borders wide open. Still, illegal is illegal.
Christian America must repent for the exploitation of laborers, and sex trafficking that is connected to this, as well as various abuses of those whom have been blackmailed; who have complied to less desirable circumstances, or situations, or conditions, out of fear of being reported or deported. Repent. Loose the bonds of wickedness! Because this immigration thing is about to blow up. Many, I believe, have been in repentance and prayer. This election year, while man is doing his thing … God is doing a God thing in spite of men.
It is true that the intent of all these trespassers is to enter into the country and use the benefit of citizenship in every way they can for themselves. They feel they are entitled to live as their neighbors do, and desperate times call for desperate measures, as well. Per the vision, this is equivalent to breaking in to a house that some one else worked hard to buy, and use all that is in the house for their use. With out a vested interest in it. If they spill something on the floor and clean it up, do the dishes, or even replace the shampoo they used; still, they are trespassing and nothing they do changes that until they abide by the law.
They are trespassers who have been exploited by evil because of their trespasses, and shown mercy, grace, and kindness in spite of them.
As a spirit filled Christian in this dilemma, an unusual thing happened, my voice demanded an action to PULL THE TRIGGER! PULL IT NOW! Because a growing number of Americans do not know the intent, or motives, of those who do not belong in their home. It appears that God has gone up with a shout, his voice as the sound of a trumpet. Is God giving us this campaign season to promote a trembling spirit in the land that will drop the rod between sheep and goat intruders? Who would think such a thing to occur?
Isaiah 28:14 -7 Wherefore hear the word of the Lord, ye scornful men, that rule this people which is in Jerusalem … because you have said: when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, it shall not come unto us: for we have made lies our refuge, and under falsehood have we hid ourselves: Therefore thus saith the Lord God, Behold, I lay in Zion for a foundation a stone _Judgment also will I lay to the line, and righteousness to the plummet: and the hail shall sweep away the refuge of lies, and the waters shall overflow the hiding place.
“I will do for you what I did in the mountain of Parazim perâtsı̂ym[ the MOUNTAIN OF =BREAKS, BREACHES, AND GAPS] –His work, a foreign work; bringing to pass an alien act.” Isaiah 28:21
Now therefore be ye not mockers, lest your bands be made strong: for I have heard from the Lord God of hosts a consumption, even determined upon the whole earth.
As Americans need to repent so do those who break the law to infiltrate her.
But greed and lawlessness has no excuse on either side of the coin. On both sides of these offences the offending parties have been negatively impacted. What ever is behind the human carnage in all of this will have its day in God’s court. Trespassing is a misdemeanor, treason is a high crime. The powers that be -have not protected America, but for purposes of economy, personal gain, votes, enabling a very dangerous invasion across our borders. The suffering will have to be accounted for, this is exploitation. But all cannot be just forgiven, we don’t know who has flooded across our borders. We can ask God to give us a spirit of wisdom, in this derelict breach of security, to accomplish the impossible.
It may be that God shall spare with a Solomon’s wisdom the children up to their grandparents who cannot abandon their families. Who in this present environment is facing escalating opposition, and an unknown penalty behind the cry to PULL THE TRIGGER. Like the grandfather standing in my garage.
How did we get to this point in America?
A spirit of madness and confusion overtakes a land that gives free reign to homosexuality. In a dream prior to Obama’s inauguration in 2009 not only did the Lord reveal to me the prominence the Clinton’s would have during Obama’s presidency, but that a juvenile spirit of perversity was transferred over from the Clinton administration to the Obama administration, that would, “COME OF AGE.” Under his watch. We are so intoxicated in this land with perversity we lie drunken.
With our walls down, our gates open, and our doors ajar. Desperation stand in the shadows, and murderers have entered there in. Similar to the home invaders in the dream, if their presence had not been exposed with such a violent prospect what would have become of me, in the hands of those willing to abandoned there own, to the threat of violence? Who stands in the shadows now? They are not our friendly green card holders of yesterday.
Crossing the border illegally, are many hardened by the ravages of a land mutilated by drug cartels, that have committed atrocities much like, and equal to ISIS. There is no question that terrorists are among them.
We have a fundamental responsibility to our borders that we have failed at. America has been safe to occupy illegally by trespassers of all kinds. The good the bad and the ugly. Her security lights have gone out. Her towers of strength have been reduced to rubble and she has no walls. From where will the watchman watch? From where will they stand? Our garage door was never really open. Nor were all the lights in the house really turned off. But, America’s greater door is wide open. And she is not burning the midnight oil of wisdom; however, it seems a cry has begun to be heard in the land, so unexpected, so earth shattering, that it is sending shock waves. The darkness cloaks everyone in the threat of the unknown. To what degree will this issue ramp up this nation? The rhetoric has become frightening.
Perhaps, an exodus that only the anchored-in will brave the gravity of the consequences. What can be shaken will be shaken.
THIS CRY TO PULL THE TRIGGER, PULL IT NOW! Was directed toward the perpetrators of A HOME INVASION, of whom the Christian owner DID NOT KNOW who they were at the moment, nor what their intent would be, at the moment. Perhaps a crises of the times will cause the borders to be closed, after a public out cry.
Christians in America should continue to voice against the trespasser’s invasion. For we do not know who they are. However, when the human side of it presents itself, there must be an expedient response to the petitioner, in order to reunite or preserve intact families.
The LORD watches over the foreigner and sustains the fatherless and the widow, but he frustrates the ways of the wicked.
The Cashe /NWP Prophecies
A Light House In The Foothills Of The Bue Ridge Mountains
Voice of The Beloved
Hear my cry, O God; Attend to my prayer. From the end of the earth I will cry to You, When my heart is overwhelmed; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For You have been a shelter for me, A strong tower from the enemy. I will abide in Your tabernacle forever; I will trust in the shelter of Your wings.
I know this journey has become very difficult for you, but I want you to know that you have not failed me, but in truth it is a passage way, a deep and narrow step 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 be 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 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 passage, 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 extremely narrow, 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, I felt doubt tear through me like shards of ice, an accusatory voice taunting me, “You’re going the wrong way”, I thought I couldn’t breathe, 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 breathe … 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 fixed 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 cleft in the Rock 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, I looked a gain and understood it was the via Delarosa. The only one who can take us through, was the one who had gone through it Himself. The Lord said, “This is the eye of the needle that is impossible with men, yet, is possible with God.”
I could see I had to have this encounter in order to face what I had to pass through next. For it was just as narrow and, seemingly, just as impossible; but, I was encouraged. I remembered a word the Lord gave to me years prior. “When the gift of faith takes you into extraordinary circumstances, an extraordinary prayer life is required to sustain it.” These places are dangerous to back slide in, for when we have experienced the remarkable acts, and attributes of God, and then have fallen away from Him, Satan’s delight to punish such a one is found in great cruelty, it would be better for them to have never known HIS remarkable power, than to have known it, tasted of it, flourished in it, just to fall under the spell of the deceitfulness of sin, and regress from the truth. This the Father’s concern for us and HIS MERCY is clear in the mystery of balancing our root systems with draught, to grow them deep, with out causing our fruit to perish.
But You, O Lord, do not be far from Me;
O My Strength, hasten to help Me!
Deliver Me from the sword,
My precious life from the power of the dog.
Save Me from the lion’s mouth
And from the horns of the wild oxen!
You have answered Me.
I will declare Your name to My brethren;
In the midst of the assembly I will praise You.
You who fear the Lord, praise Him!
All you descendants of Jacob, glorify Him,
And fear Him, all you offspring of Israel!
For He has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted;
Nor has He hidden His face from Him;
But when He cried to Him, He heard.
This truth became evident in those moments of doubt in the mountain cleft. How quickly a satanic suggestion is near to creep in with mockery in order to destroy the progress of the miraculous. In contrast to the extreme, there is also the challenge to live in the mundane, and serve him well there, this is an allowance approved as acceptable, and of reasonable service, from a merciful Father, to preserve us. The author and finisher of our faith, is the one who is constantly pressing out imperfections that would destroy us under pressure should they be solidified with in the constitution of what makes us who we are. This is letting patience having her perfect work, in us that extreme circumstances can perfect us, not destroy us.
So He is faithful in the breaking, when we need broken, and in the mending, when we need torn, and in the moulding, even to the marring of the clay, when starting over serves HIS greater purpose in perfecting us … As long as we are in His hands, walking in HIS WAY, there will be no regrets, nor failure. Even our set backs in Christ will cause us to arrive right on time. Many times I asked the Lord, “Please let me do more for you.” Like a Father holding on to the tugging hands of His little daughter who would rather run than talk, He says, “I know how to send you ahead with out losing 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 …
Give Me Shelter
Clearing The Debris Field
Clearing The Debris Field
It was a quiet evening at sundown as I walked around the corner of my house. When I looked up towards the western sky I was startled to see our willow tree sorely pruned. I looked at it wondering if it would ever grow back to its original stature. All of its delicate branches curled down ward were gone. Could it ever be beautiful again? I felt a little sadness, somehow I knew it had to be this way. The tree was cleared of every pest infested, diseased, and broken branch. It was a clearing of the (would be) debris field before the storm. Something caught my eye to the right, as the sky darkened. A movement towards me, I then realized a book was being placed before me. It was a teal colored, thin, book with a long title; embossed in gold lettering. I couldn’t make out the entire title of the book, but was able to see these words very clear as the gold lettering glowed in the twilight, the words read-
Earlier that day I had literally drove past a tree much like the one I saw in this prophetic dream. It was located on the corner of Government and Sycamore. Immediately, when I saw the tree pruned as it was, I felt the Spirit of God come over me and I knew a message would be drawn from what I seen, and one did. A recording of it can be found at Remnant Nation Radio with Newine Pouring. The Winnowed and The Pruned along with Clearing The Debris Field are two parts of a whole. One addresses Christian America, the other, all of those in Christ. To drive home the point, the city I live in had began to prune trees away from the power lines up and down the streets, they did this the entire week I was preparing to record the pod-cast. I could not help take from that, a parallel of how much our broken, pest infested, and diseased branches of government are needing this word regarding the winnowed and the pruned, in order to retain its power and influence in the earth.
Weeks later, when an ice storm rolled into the region our little community was the few that did not have power interruptions. The fact of the matter is that we will have storms, how we fare when we do depends on our preparation, and readiness to respond to the Spirit of God. God wills that NO MAN perishes, but that all come to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.
Most of us understand the significance of the Sycamore tree explained very well in the book called the Harbinger by Jonathan Cahn. While we as a country have pushed upward and onward, endeavoring to rebuild where we have been broken, we have ignored the lessons of the kingdom regarding what it takes to become strong. Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord, and He will lift you up. To be God strong in America we must decrease, bow our greatness to the sovereign God in repentances, and become the people who are the winnowed, and the pruned. This in return will remove the debris field before the storm, rather than after, where time and chance takes its erratic path.
Clearing The Debris Field
in a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls upon the children of men …
Matthew 25:1-5 (NIV)
The Parable of the Ten Virgins
“At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like ten virgins who took their lamps and went out to meet the bridegroom. Five of them were foolish and five were wise. The foolish ones took their lamps but did not take any oil with them. The wise ones, however, took oil in jars along with their lamps.
the bridegroom was a long time in coming, and they all became drowsy and fell asleep.“At midnight the cry rang out: ‘Here’s the bridegroom! Come out to meet him!’ “Then all the virgins woke up and trimmed their lamps. The foolish ones said to the wise, ‘Give us some of your oil; our lamps are going out.’“‘No,’ they replied, ‘there may not be enough for both us and you. Instead, go to those who sell oil and buy some for yourselves.’“But while they were on their way to buy the oil, the bridegroom arrived. The virgins who were ready went in with him to the wedding banquet. And the door was shut. “Later the others also came. ‘Lord, Lord,’ they said, ‘open the door for us!’“But he replied, ‘Truly I tell you, I don’t know you.’ “Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour.
Ephesians 5:12- 24 The Message
… Wake up from your sleep, Climb out of your coffins; Christ will show you the light! So watch your step. Use your head. Make the most of every chance you get. These are desperate times! Don’t live carelessly, unthinkingly. Make sure you understand what the Master wants.
Be always on the watch, and pray that you may be able to escape all that is about to happen, and that you may be able to stand before the Son of Man.”
But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what hour the thief was coming, he would not have let his house be broken into.
It will be good for those servants whose master finds them ready, even if he comes in the middle of the night or toward daybreak.
Go to American Princess a prophetic dream.
Dogwood Spring. A prophetic word for us to wait upon the Lord in the “hour of listening”. Metaphorically speaking, spring is a type of morning, as morning is a type of spring. In February the Lord gave me a word for the kind of spring we were going to have on the East Coast. Just as He did last year, in the Floridian Mandate prophecy. I call these little revelations “prophetic markers” or “signposts” to confirm our journey through times of uncertainty. Such as the unpredictable weather patterns we are having, that seem to showcase the unpredictable world we are living in. Yet, Christ … is the rock we cling to, the solid foundation we build our lives upon, if we are to know peace in this world.
Philipians 4:6-7 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God,which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
February 2/7/2013 dogwood spring: ” This spring will be like a pre-dawn morning. An extended “early spring” wet and chilly. “Lined flannel weather.”
2/7/2013 NeWine Pouring Prophetic word for -an extended wet and chilly spring … Update- 4/23/2013
Why Has It Been So Cold This Spring?
By Douglas Main, OurAmazingPlanet Staff Writer | LiveScience.com – Tue, Apr 2, 2013 http://news.yahoo.com/why-cold-spring-201231727.html“… Although spring has arrived, it may not feel that way for many in the United States and Canada who have had to put up with unusually cold temperatures.”
A little sign from the Lord to let us know he cares about our every day living. It is April 23, 2013 and I am still turning up the heat in the mornings to cut the chill in the house, in a time of year in the South that we normally don’t need it. The message of Dog Wood Spring? Take this time as if it was the pre-dawn hour to spend in prayer before the bustle of the day- When spring finally yields to summer we will have plenty of heat to complain about, so enjoy bundling up in your “lined flannel” with a cup of coffee while you still can, and get spiritually hydrated through prayer, and the word, for the summer days ahead.
Psalm 5:1 Give ear to my words, O LORD, consider my meditation. Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God: for unto thee will I pray. My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O LORD; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up .
The Rock Cut From the Mountain
Scripture focus for this week. Have you ever had a passage of scripture pop out at you? This one did for me, you are welcome to share your comments below.
March 29, 2013
Daniel 2 New International Version (NIV)
The king asked Daniel (also called Belteshazzar), “Are you able to tell me what I saw in my dream and interpret it?”
Daniel replied, “No wise man, enchanter, magician or diviner can explain to the king the mystery he has asked about, but there is a God in heaven who reveals mysteries. He has shown King Nebuchadnezzar what will happen in days to come. Your dream and the visions that passed through your mind as you were lying in bed are these:
“As Your Majesty was lying there, your mind turned to things to come, and the revealer of mysteries showed you what is going to happen. As for me, this mystery has been revealed to me, not because I have greater wisdom than anyone else alive, but so that Your Majesty may know the interpretation and that you may understand what went through your mind. “Your Majesty looked, and there before you stood a large statue—an enormous, dazzling statue, awesome in appearance.
The head of the statue was made of pure gold, its chest and arms of silver, its belly and thighs of bronze, its legs of iron, its feet partly of iron and partly of baked clay. While you were watching, a rock was cut out, but not by human hands. It struck the statue on its feet of iron and clay and smashed them. Then the iron, the clay, the bronze, the silver and the gold were all broken to pieces and became like chaff on a threshing floor in the summer. The wind swept them away without leaving a trace. But the rock that struck the statue became a huge mountain and filled the whole earth.
“This was the dream, and now we will interpret it to the king. Your Majesty, you are the king of kings. The God of heaven has given you dominion and power and might and glory; in your hands he has placed all mankind and the beasts of the field and the birds in the sky. Wherever they live, he has made you ruler over them all. You are that head of gold.
“After you, another kingdom will arise, inferior to yours. Next, a third kingdom, one of bronze, will rule over the whole earth. Finally, there will be a fourth kingdom, strong as iron—for iron breaks and smashes everything—and as iron breaks things to pieces, so it will crush and break all the others. Just as you saw that the feet and toes were partly of baked clay and partly of iron, so this will be a divided kingdom; yet it will have some of the strength of iron in it, even as you saw iron mixed with clay. As the toes were partly iron and partly clay, so this kingdom will be partly strong and partly brittle. And just as you saw the iron mixed with baked clay, so the people will be a mixture and will not remain united, any more than iron mixes with clay.
“In the time of those kings, the God of heaven will set up a kingdom that will never be destroyed, nor will it be left to another people. It will crush all those kingdoms and bring them to an end, but it will itself endure forever. This is the meaning of the vision of the rock cut out of a mountain, but not by human hands—a rock that broke the iron, the bronze, the clay, the silver and the gold to pieces.
Not With Human Hands! ( For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Ephesians 6:12) ( 2 Corinthians 10:3-4 For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty through God to the pulling down of strongholds …)
Read it in The Message translation- Daniel 2: 41-45
“But then the feet and toes that ended up as a mixture of ceramic and iron will deteriorate into a mongrel kingdom with some remains of iron in it. Just as the toes of the feet were part ceramic and part iron, it will end up a mixed bag of the breakable and unbreakable. That kingdom won’t bond, won’t hold together any more than iron and clay hold together.
“But throughout the history of these kingdoms, the God of heaven will be building a kingdom that will never be destroyed, nor will this kingdom ever fall under the domination of another. In the end it will crush the other kingdoms and finish them off and come through it all standing strong and eternal. It will be like the stone cut from the mountain by the invisible hand that crushed the iron, the bronze, the ceramic, the silver, and the gold.
(The kingdom of God is increasing in power and glory, and there is nothing anyone can do about it, the nations now are as it is described in Daniel, strong and weak nations mingled, like iron and clay. In this day, in the time of these kings who rule, Christ will return, and His kingdom will be revealed.)
“The great God has let the king know what will happen in the years to come. This is an accurate telling of the dream, and the interpretation is also accurate.”
Then King Nebuchadnezzar fell prostrate before Daniel and paid him honor and ordered that an offering and incense be presented to him. The king said to Daniel, “Surely your God is the God of gods and the Lord of kings and a revealer of mysteries, for you were able to reveal this mystery.”
The Twilight Dance of Divination
The Twilight Dance of Divination.
An important word speaking to our generation. The dangerous engagement with the supernatural lures of darkness mixing the clean, with the unclean, in practices known as Baal Christianity.
Enter Asia, Prayer Journal
Isaiah 9:2-7 (The Message) The Message The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light. For those who lived in a land of deep shadows— light! sunbursts of light! You repopulated the nation, you expanded its joy. Oh, they’re so glad in your presence! Festival joy! The joy of a great celebration, sharing rich gifts and warm greetings. The abuse of oppressors and cruelty of tyrants— all their whips and cudgels and curses— Is gone, done away with, a deliverance as surprising and sudden as Gideon’s old victory over Midian. The boots of all those invading troops, along with their shirts soaked with innocent blood, Will be piled in a heap and burned, a fire that will burn for days! For a child has been born—for us! the gift of a son—for us! He’ll take over the running of the world. His names will be: Amazing Counselor, Strong God, Eternal Father, Prince of Wholeness. His ruling authority will grow, and there’ll be no limits to the wholeness he brings. He’ll rule from the historic David throne over that promised kingdom. He’ll put that kingdom on a firm footing and keep it going With fair dealing and right living, beginning now and lasting always. The zeal of God-of-the-Angel-Armies will do all this. More on the prayer journal entry
The Twilight Dance of Divination
Baal Christianity and the The Twilight Dance of Divination.
Years of the Whirl Wind
America is on a track into her destiny, and come what may, the triumphant church moves forward in stark contrast against America’s storms, manifesting His light in ever-increasing darkness.
“… We cannot say we are a righteous people. America has sinned, and has sown to the wind …” Billy Graham 1/20/1993
Bill Clinton inauguration. We thought we were reaping the winds we have sown into- all these years, but we have had many days of prosperity since the Clinton administration, where Billy Graham spoke these words. Much grace, much mercy, much given us to do the right thing, but there comes a time for harvest, when all that we have sown shall come to its fullness. The good, the bad, and the ugly. We are just days into President Obama’s second term, whose elections were marred by the tragedy of both Sandy Hook, and the Sandy hurricane. Both violent whirlwinds of destruction. Just yesterday “out of season” tornadic storms ripped across the Southeast, our own town under tornado warnings.
The Lord gave me a prophetic dream regarding the second term of president Obama that I have finally finished, after much prayer and waiting. When a nation has moved away from God, the only thing it has going for it, is the prayer of the intercessors. That is why we pray, we bind and loose, and cover our neighborhoods in prayer, pleading the blood of Jesus. We have literally seen the storms break up, and move around our little town, over, and over, again. This is our time to be the answer (that not even the government) could ever provide.
The Body of Christ in Apostolic authority is where refuge shall be for those who seek to come out of the darkness, and into the light. He that dwells in the secret place of the most High shall abide in the shadow of the almighty. Not only shall we rest in HIS shadow, but in HIM we shall also “cast HIS shadow” for the lost to dwell in.
Years of the Whirlwind.
Strange Bird II (completed!)
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