VISION: AND THEY CAST OFF RESTRAINT
12th March 2008
I saw this vision a few days ago.
I saw the edge of a cliff.
A few people were sitting just away from the edge looking straight ahead, at the vast openness. The people who sat here thought they had come to a dead end. They could not gauge how far down below was the valley, as the entire area thousands of feet below, as far as the eyes could see, was covered in a blanket of grey cloud.
Behind these people, were a great many climbing up. But those who sat near the cliff saw them not. They were not aware of all that was unfolding behind them.
The leaders of these crowds reached the top first and were shocked to see the cliff. They had understood from the vision that was shared with them that if they climbed up to the cliff, there would be a bridge to take them to the mountain across, where according to the vision that had been shared with them, was where the Lord Wanted them to go.
The leaders were in a state of shock. The mountain across was thousands of miles away and there was no bridge!
Even if they built a bridge, it would take a great many years to complete.
The leaders decided that the vision which had brought them thus far was false and could not be of God.
All knew that God Had Prepared great things for them on that mountain. But they were so far away from that mountain.
The leaders announced to their followers, “Relax, this is not the place. We missed it. Let us go back to where we came from. Let us return to the place where we were before the vision came.
NEXT:
I saw that one long line of leaders stood near the cliff, they stretched from one end to the other.
They stood there to warn their followers not to come further. They now looked like a black moss covered thick wall. Their backs faced those who were sitting near the cliff, looking ahead. They could not see the people behind them, who were looking ahead.
The other leaders and their followers slid back to where they had been when they first heard the vision.
It was at a place of mid-height.
There the leaders said, “Go about the work you were doing before we mistakenly set off to travel to the cliff”.
Now that there was no vision, the people cast off restraint. The leaders assured their followers that they would surely find them another vision.
So now I saw the people who had been climbing the mountain, had descended, and were playing ping pong, table tennis, volley ball, and involved in all manner of games and entertainment. The people felt that their leaders were wise enough to find them another more accurate vision. So they said what they liked, roamed where they liked, and did what they liked.
“ Surely, there must be an easier way, to get to that other mountain, maybe another route, with a shorter bridge perhaps?”, said the leader of leaders.
Barely had they discussed the idea, that down below, they saw a man, selling roadmaps and with rope bridges, slung around his shoulders.
The leaders called to him to come up, but the salesman, rather beckoned them to come below.
So all ran down as fast as they could, sure that this salesman had come in answer to their heart’s desire.
The roadmaps and elastic rope bridges were expensive. The salesmen assured the leaders that they could earn a commission if they convinced the entire crowd to pay the cost.
The people emptied their pockets of all the money they had, and the leaders, secretly pocketed their commission.
NEXT:
The salesman had told the crowd that there was a shorter route and all they had to do was follow the road map.
On the paper roadmap, the leaders and their followers saw a mountain that vaguely resembled the one they were headed to.
The salesmen had a team who were waiting in a corner. They brought to the people hundreds of short stretchable rope bridges, which they said would help them over the mountain range and take them to the specific mountain they were headed to.
NEXT:
Up near the cliff, a few amongst those who’d been looking ahead, became frustrated by the long wait. They rose up, and barely had their shoulder tilted to go the other way, that suddenly a silver bridge divinely appeared.
The leaders who had formed a black wall, to warn others not to go further, saw not the silver bridge.
When the bridge appeared, the people who saw it, shouted gleefully, “The bridge is here, the bridge is here”, but the leaders had formed such a thick impenetrable wall, that their loud joyful announcement could not be heard either by the wall of leaders, who stood with their backs to them, or by the crowds and their leaders who were down below.
I saw those who had been looking out, including those who were just about to turn away, joyfully run to the bridge.
I saw that the bridge moved with divine speed and took them to the other mountain which had seemed thousands of miles away.
That which they had considered impossible had now divinely become possible.
Towards the end of the vision, I saw that the leaders, who had formed a black wall, had vacated the area of the cliff and gone down to join the others.
I saw the crowds and their leaders, wrapped in nettles and thorns, trying to maneuver their way along slippery treacherous paths.
They had in their hands a vast quantity of these stretchable rope bridges, but there was no more any mountain in sight. They stood upon a mount of slippery mud, not knowing which way to move.
The roadmap they had been consulting was now covered in muddy finger marks.
I saw that the people looked bewildered. Now they were all scattered on mounts of wet treacherously slippery mud, with these stretchable rope bridges, some slung over their right shoulder, and another they held in their hands.
I saw that each one was left to find his own means of survival.
They carried no food or water, only a heavy load of stretchable rope bridges.
11/3/2008 - VISIONFLASHES: SHAKING RAIMENTS AND CLOUD OF DUST
VISIONFLASHES: SHAKING RAIMENTS AND CLOUD OF DUST
11th March 2008
Aired January 2008 I briefly shared as regards this Scripture on a radio programme.
In a vision flash I had seen many upper/outer garments being shook.
And this is the Scripture that came before my eyes, within the vision flash.
ACTS 18 KJV
6And when they opposed themselves, and blasphemed, he shook his raiment, and said unto them, Your blood be upon your own heads; I am clean; from henceforth I will go unto the Gentiles.
Within the vision flash, I saw that many who had been ‘talking to the Jews’ now shook their raiment, and were leaving the Jews to go to the gentiles. No more would they reason or persuade the ‘Jews’, for the arguments of the ‘Jews’ were now getting blasphemous.
A few weeks later:
I saw a cloud of dust.
I asked the Lord, “Lord where is this dust coming from?”
“From many feet”, Came the Reply.
And this Scripture came before my eyes:
Luke 9:5 (King James Version)
5And whosoever will not receive you, when ye go out of that city, shake off the very dust from your feet for a testimony against them.
World over, people were shaking their raiments and the dust off their feet.
I understood from these vision flashes that neither the ‘Jews’ nor the ‘city-folk’, noticed the shaking of raiments or the cloud of dust. They returned to ‘business as usual’.
These would now have no one to correct or teach them. They would find that they were amidst people with whom they were in total agreement. People just like them, unlearned and illiterate.
I asked the Lord, " To what then will these people be left to?"
VISION FLASH: THE BALD AND THE BOLD 10TH March 2008
I saw this vision flash around a week ago.
I saw men and women, world over with short hair. I saw that the hair on their heads suddenly disappeared. I understood that these people now had not a hair on their body. They had become bald.
Now I saw mountain piles of this dark hair.
A black pair of scales appeared just a little above the earth, and it appeared that this dark scale was going to weigh the hair.
Suddenly, a Gold Pair of Scales appeared and pushed this ancient looking black scale away. The Gold Scales Stood high above in the sky.
The pile of hair that lay in mounts below was placed on the Scale and weighed.
I saw that the bald lost all their hair. But those who had being walking upright, suddenly divinely received very strong hair ( not the hair from the mountain pile. I noticed that the mountain pile of hair consisted of both short hair and ugly long hair that was pitch black and looked the texture of coir.).
I saw those with this divinely gifted strong hair walk boldly and kick mountains out of the way, as if they were footballs. They removed strong pillars that held up high places of evil.
The bald had become impotent and now just stood where they were, looked bewildered . They were uncovered and looked very vulnerable. I saw the bald men had not a hair upon them, their chests looked hairless.
Those with this divinely gifted strong hair had become bold and were marching forward with giant strides, effortlessly annihilating all that stood in the way.
I saw wire mesh on mountains around the world that had been placed there to prevent a rock fall.
These wire mesh were divinely removed and rocks that had been held back, began to fall.
I saw down below that encircling all around the earth, through all nations was a path that reminded me of a jogging track, except that this went round the world.
Over this narrow path on the ground, that encircled the entire world, was a White-Cloud Canopy.
People who walked under the White Cloud Canopy were going about their work.
Those not under the White Cloud Canopy were many.
Quite a few among those who walked in the wide open spaces, outside the Canopy, mocked the people who walked under the White Cloud Canopy.
“Why are you walking under a cloud?”, some who were puzzled asked.
“Come out into the sunshine and join us”, they said.
None who walked under the White Cloud Canopy left to join them.
NEXT:
When the wire mesh from the mountains was divinely removed, the rocks fell on all those who were not under the White Cloud Canopy. Those walking and working under the White Cloud Canopy were not hit.
There were those who came near, and stood close to the path, to genuinely talk and enquire of those who were walking under the White Cloud Canopy. They had approached the people walking under the White Cloud Canopy, not to mock them, but with view to joining them. I saw that the rock fall did not come near them, though they stood at the edge of the path, and were not yet under the White Cloud Canopy. But for all those who walked outside, there was no place to hide. They were running helter skelter. I saw that the rock fall hit many, and though they put their arms up to hide their faces, they could not escape the rock fall.
All who walked on this path were wearing long flowing gowns and robes in pure white. They went about their work, and were not affected by the events taking place outside the White Cloud Canopy.
I understood within the vision that only a few amongst those who walked under the White Cloud Canopy knew that rocks were falling outside. Not all knew what was happening outside. But all who walked under the White Cloud Canopy knew that the Canopy was Provided by the Lord.
VISION: THE MANUFACTURING OF WISDOM
8th March 2008
I saw that certain ‘churches’ world-wide, under pressure began to dismantle certain structures that many had warned, as being unbiblical.
Such ‘churches’ had vaguely heard through the prophets of God, that their structures would fall. Some of their friends had told them that the prophets had pointed to several parts of the building, as an example of things unbiblical in their ‘churches’.
The leaders were too proud to call these prophets of God to find out what the Lord was Saying to them about the structures. So rather they called a meeting of their own members and all vaguely recalled something or the other that those prophets had said God had Said about their type of ‘church’ buildings.
One man at the meeting, pointed to one thing in the building, and another man pointed to another thing, saying, “I think my neighbors heard the prophets say that that beam and alcove we added a decade ago, in this building, are unbiblical”.
None remembered that the prophets had said that their entire buildings alongwith the fixtures and fittings were built on sand, and therefore the entire structure would fall.
So these leaders threw out many metal objects from their buildings and thought they were now cleansed.
The metal was taken to the scrap yard. Many had thrown their waste metal into the scrap yard and now the yard was full of these discarded metals.
The scrap yards were a dangerous place. People could enter but at their own risk.
Those who were eager to build a ‘new thing’, because everyone was talking about it, heard from the prophets that to build the new, wisdom was needed. And the prophets had said, “But where shall wisdom be found? In the mines of precious metals or…………… ”
The eager ones waited not to hear where the wisdom was to be found.
“I got it! Mines…..mine…..? I know where there are mines,” said the leader of those eager to build in a hurry, “Follow me”.
They were so eager to build they ran after the leader to find the mine.
The ‘mine’ they came to was a scrap yard with a mountain of scrap metal.
Irrespective of the dangers of radio activity and chemicals in the yard, they purchased by the tonnes, the scrap metals and had them smelted.
This smelted metal, would be used by them to build something 'new'.
Prophets of God shouted warnings to them not to do such a thing.
But the people buying scrap said “Don’t see the harm in using discarded metals, which in any case, we’re having smelted to be used for quite another purpose”.
This smelted metal would be carried by exhausted beasts of burden they had purchased in the Knackers yard, and taken to an industrial unit where they would manufacture wisdom.
And with this ‘wisdom’ they would build a ‘new’ thing.
I saw that world-over there were such scrap yards and many eager to manufacture wisdom, so that they could build a ‘new thing’.
This hand was holding the American flag. I saw this hand tear the flag into neat rectangular pieces. ( Each piece was around six and a half inches long and three and a half inches wide).
Then the rectangular pieces of the flag were gathered like a deck of cards in the palm of this hand.
The pieces were now clipped in precise places and swished and twirled.
The manner in which this was done reminded me of art and craft lessons for kindergarten children.
NEXT:
I now saw that the rectangular pieces were dangling off a stick. This stick was now used for sweeping. The sweeping with this flag stick, looked clean enough, but I noticed that areas under the furniture were not swept. Just the floor that was visible was swept.
NEXT:
I saw that this flag stick was now soaking wet.
It had now become a mop.
I noticed that the colors of the flag had run, so when the floor was swabbed, the colors dripped onto the floor, and broad colored lines appeared on the floor. So now, where there was a 'relatively'clean swept-looking floor, I saw that when it was swabbed, it looked a mess because of the colors. The blue and red and white colors were now mixed and the floor looked more like it was painted with broad brush (with soft bristles) strokes, in water-colors.
It appeared that when the flag-stick swept, none knew who swept the floor.
But when the flag-stick swabbed, all knew because the colors ran off of the flag cloth pieces, and the messy dripping colors showed up on every portion of the floor, that the flag-stick swabbed.
I saw what looked like a pocket watch at first, divinely appear. I saw that the place where the Clock stood, was not affixed to the wall. It was off the wall, yet it stood firm and did not fall.
I saw that the clock looked very different, though it was in a normal circular shape.
Through the crystal clear cover, appeared not the time, but many signs and symbols, and words in a writing and language known to those who were taught it by the Lord.
Those whom the Lord Had Gathered sat around it. The called could not see each other, but were aware that others like them were there Called of God to read the Gold-rimmed Clock, and understand the times.
I saw that the Clock had arms of gold. In it’s right hand, the Clock had a pen made of gold.
As the people waited on the Lord to understand the times, the pen would write on a scroll, what came through the Clock.
I saw that everyone sitting there was given a copy of the scroll and on all their scrolls appeared the same symbol and message, “Beware the landmines”. This appeared several times, “Beware of landmines”.
I saw that on the other side also was a great gathering of people.
The folks there, were looking at a normal black-rimmed clock, affixed to the wall. I saw that the time on this clock was depicted in roman numerals.
I saw that those who were Called of God to understand the times, would send warnings to those who had gathered around the clock with roman numerals.
The folks who were gathered by the clock with roman numerals looked a busy lot. They would look at the clock on the wall, and shout, “Hey folks, it’s party-time, let’s rock”. And they rocked around the clock all night.
When the warnings came to the rockers and party-lovers, they just turned away in disgust, saying, “What kinda clock are ya watchin'? This ain’t no clock of God, all you ever bring us, is the same message, BEWARE OF LANDMINES. This is soooooooooborinnnnnnnnngggggggggg! Leave us alone, can’t ya see we’ve got a clock of our own?”
I saw that some of those who had for a time believed the warnings, were now getting depressed hearing continuously about ‘landmines’ and how they were to beware of them.
“I’m outta here,” said one who was so depressed from hearing the warnings about landmines.
“Where are you going?” asked the God fearing man who had warned him of landmines.
“ I’m takin’ a prozac-break!” replied the depressed man.
And off the man went and joined the group with the clock with roman numerals.
I saw that those who sat by the golden Clock and pen, were not depressed at all, though for a while it seemed all they received were messages that warned: ‘ BEWARE OF LANDMINES.’ They knew that the Lord Wanted them to have understanding of the times that they were facing.
NEXT: I saw that the party-lovers now wore headphones and listened to loud music. They danced they partied, and had yet another conference on yet another inane topic.
NEXT:
I saw now that they who had patiently waited by the gold Clock and pen, and did not get depressed by the continual ‘landmines’ warnings, now suddenly were leaping up in joy.
An entire map was being released to them.
Because they had patiently waited and sought understanding of the Lord, now a vast map was Given to them. I saw that these people were now able to see each other.
The map depicted large areas of fertile lands and upon certain portions, though they looked like orchards with gold colored baskets full of fruits, and vineyards, and places by tranquil waters, was a warning sign, “BEWARE OF LANDMINES”.
In this way, as they examined the map closely, they noticed that the Lord in His Mercy and Goodness Had Provided them with a map for the times. A map that actually pin-pointed where they could go, and where they should most definitely not go, due to the landmines, which were fatal. They understood that if they were to disobediently stray into such prohibited areas, even if they survived the explosion, they were sure to lose some limbs, and suffer other fatal damage.
So at all costs, lands bearing the warning " BEWARE OF LANDMINES" were to be avoided.
NEXT: I saw that the party-lovers had come out of their party hall. They had heard that people who had been warning them had found vast lands that were fertile.
The party-lovers thought not to join with those ‘depressing’ people and planned to go and take-over and occupy the lands by themselves. As they stood in the fields, and looked as far as their eyes could see, they noticed that there was land enough for everyone.
So the party-lovers skipped and danced and sang loudly in the fields, they were delirious with excitement. They stood in the fields and scouted the area with their binoculars.
They saw that in every direction, there were orchards, vineyards, and tranquil looking waters.
They couldn't believe their good fortune! The orchards looked ripe, and gold-colored baskets were filled to the brim with fruits.
They had done no work and here were these vast orchards and fertile lands with tranquil looking waters, to do with as they pleased.
They saw at a distance away, in the fields, those who had brought them warning messages. The party-lovers saw that the farmers had cordoned off the land, a distance away from the orchards. They noticed that the men and women were sowing and plowing, and they were engrossed in their work.
The party-lovers laughed, “Now you tell me didn't those folks out there call us blind? Now tell me, who’s dumb and blind? Don’t these farmers love their works!” asked the leader of the party-lovers, puffing with pride, as he had taken the trouble to scout the land with his binoculars and was the first amongst the group to spot the orchards and the fruits in gold baskets, and the tranquil looking waters.
‘That depressing lot out there is so blind, they can’t see those ripe orchards and the gold baskets full of fruits, they’re so into works I tell ya!”.
As the party-lovers decided to divide the mission of taking dominion over the orchards, and the lands with the tranquil looking waters, they stood gleefully around a map they had hastily drawn of all the orchards in sight.
They divided themselves into groups and to each were given the mission of going to those orchards, and the lands with tranquil looking waters, and fruits in gold-colored baskets, and taking dominion over such places, where there was no work to be done.
Only lands that looked ready for occupation and dominion, without them having to till, or sow, or reap, were short-listed and drawn on the map.
This merry bunch of party-lovers now skipped through the fields and past the workers who were working the land.
The farmers shouted, “BEWARE THE LANDMINES”.
The party-lovers laughed, “There ya go again! Dem landmines again! Don’t ya have another word from the Lord?” they mocked as they raced past the farmers, “don’t ya just get bored shouting the same ole warnin’s all the time?”
“You could lose your limbs!” warned the farmers.
“God is in the Business of Restoring limbs, not taking them away,” replied the leader of the party-lovers. And ‘ere we lose a limb or two, you’ll come and rescue us won’t ya, ya depressing works-promotin’ farmers?” mocked the party-lovers.
A few amongst the party lovers, though, did slow down. They asked the farmers if they could join them in working the field.
The farmers refused them not.
Some amongst the old party lovers, who stayed to farm, had devised a scheme. If in a while, they did not hear the explosion of the landmines, they would know that the orchards were not land mined. Then they would leave, and join the fun crowd.
These did not realize that they were deaf, and would not hear, the explosions of the land mines.
I saw a strange looking river flowing through the heart of America.
It was the Egyptian river Nile.
It appeared that a hose pipe had been placed in the Egyptian river Nile, and the water was imported into America.
The leaders of the State, through which the De Nile flowed, knew from their predecessors where this river originated. They did not tell the masses about the origin of De Nile as they saw that people had great fun by this river.
I saw that under the ground, for miles and miles, were large black plastic water storage tanks.
The water system was such that no fresh supply of water came in. The pumping system simply churned the same water over and over again.
The water was filthy. It was full of fluoride, and Prozac. People who were washing / bathing / swimming in De Nile, came out with sores that could not be healed. Hearing and eyesight were affected. This water that they drank corroded their ‘mettle’ within.
Those Americans who lived outside the State of De Nile, warned the people, “this river De Nile is filthy and dangerous to your health, and is slowly killing you”.
But the folks, who lived by the banks of De Nile, were in a state of denial.
“Rubbish, you’re jealous, you prophets of doom and gloom, wash your eyes in De Nile, and you’ll stop seeing such negative things”, the folks of the State of De Nile replied.
I saw that those who lived by this river had strange looking eyes. Pink –colored hazy circles protruded from their eyes. These pink colored hazy circles made everything look hazy, and like dipsomaniacs, they had lost focus. This haze prevented them from seeing the sores, and the severe ill-health that the people were suffering.
The leaders of the State of De Nile, would unrelentingly keep the De Nile folk busy with loud music, entertainment and conferences, shopping, and jam sessions by the river.
If any De Nile resident reported seeing anything which they considered even vaguely ‘negative’ the leaders would say, “Folks, calm down, there’s nothing wrong with our State of De Nile, everything’s under control. You guys just carry on living the way you’re doing, your standard of living will increase not decrease, there is no state like the State of De Nile, and remember, the world envies us, listen not to the naysayer. Can’t you see they’re jealous? The sun may have set on other empires, but it ain’t gonna set on ours,’cause we’ve got power over the all the planets of the universe”, assured the leaders of the State of De Nile.
Those who lived outside the State of De Nile, were few, but they were flourishing. They lived on the banks of the River that was clean and pure.
No matter how many warnings they sent to the folks living on the banks of De Nile, the people would not listen.
These permanent residents had built palatial homes and businesses on the banks of De Nile and had invested all they had upon the banks of De Nile.
Now the banks of the river were caving in. But the people were in such a state of denial, they could not see it.
They were convinced that the man-made banks of De Nile would hold up. The more they drank and bathed from De Nile, the more they lived in a state of denial.
Those who lived outside the State of De Nile saw what was happening. They could hear the banks of De Nile giving way, and rapidly eroding. They had warned the folks to leave while they could; but the State of De Nile was in a state of denial.
The warnings were unheeded by most of those who lived on the banks of De Nile.
Many systems built on the banks of De Nile would in time collapse, and the people would be in dire straits.
Those who heeded and repented and left the State of De Nile, and moved to the banks of the River, and bathed in the pure and clean Water, would have their sight and hearing healed.
To each, the Lord would Reveal what they were to do at such a time as this, individually and in groups.
In fact I saw many of the ancient grand governmental buildings such as are in Rome.
To my surprise I realized that though all these ancient grand-looking governmental buildings were roman, they were in this vision that I saw, standing in Washington D.C., in the place where the White House and all the government buildings stand.
I saw men and women, who looked like roman centurions. All were dark-haired.
Their clothes were entirely roman- styled, except that every clothing, strangely even the shield, I noticed, was made of black leather.
Though these roman centurions were wearing a shield, that covered their chest, I noticed that they had no helmets or any type of head gear on.
I saw that in the right hand of every roman centurion was a black leather leash, with gleaming steel studs. I noticed that their sheilds too had shiny steel studs.
Everything, from the roman centurions’ garments, their shields, their leashes, all looked brand new. As if they’d never been worn before.
I noticed that some among those select roman centurions, grandly walking around in the square, had in their left hands, black leather whips.
The roman centurions looked like a ‘brand new arrival’ themselves. They looked as if they were new to Washington D.C.
I noticed that the place where these buildings stood, except for a select group, of these roman centurions, there was no other civilian-looking population, walking about.
Where were they I wondered?
I then looked down to see what was at the end of the leash that was in the hand of every roman centurion.
I saw that at the end of the leash, were not animals, but rather people who were almost crawling. They looked like slaves.
As I looked at this select group of roman centurions, I saw that they were the new ruling elite.
I asked the Lord, “Lord, people have said that the multi-nationals were the elite that ruled America, so who are these roman centurions?”
I saw two brothers. Both had been Called to come before the Lord.
I saw that to both had been given an over-abundant supply of seeds, and vast tracts of land to sow those seeds.
Both had been told to prepare as a famine would soon come.
Now the scene in the vision divided before my eyes.
To the left I saw that the brother had taken his over-abundant supply of seeds and had sold all in the market for a handsome price. The vast tracts of land he and his family converted into housing estates, and gated properties.
They rented them to their admirers, telling the new tenants that if they paid an exorbitant rent, they being their landlords would supply them with food all their life long.
The tenants were delighted. What an amazing deal!
It seemed a win-win contract. The tenants would get a free supply of food, without having to work the fields and the brother and his family would get rich from this scheme. The man and his large family were ecstatic with these riches. They felt doubly blessed.
No matter where they went, the members of this family were saluted and felicitated.
With their money they purchased fancy cars and homes and novelties such as others who lived in the world enjoyed.
Life seemed like one long celebration. They partied all day long.
Every Thanksgiving day, these rich folk would spend vast amounts of money and build a gilt edged altar upon which they would place a large gilt box, filled with currency notes and light a fire to the offering.
The were convinced that God was Pleased with their Gilt offering. They had so much gilt to burn.
NEXT: To my right I saw that the other brother had taken the seed to the vast tracts of land, and he along with his family worked night and day, to ensure that the seeds were sown and the crops harvested and stored before the famine commenced.
They had eaten to their full and the abundance they had harvested they stored in barns.
As they labored in the fields, none stopped to felicitate them or salute them. If anything, they were criticized by others for doing nothing but work their fields.
Next:
I saw that the famine had long begun. The rich brother had called his family to him and said, “Look, we have all the money we need for exactly such a time as this. Lest the tenants revolt, go buy some food from the market-place”.
The servants were dispatched to the market to buy food. The food they purchased was unhealthy, nonetheless the tenants and the rich family ate it.
When the food in the market became scarce, the black marketeers adulterated the food even further.
Soon there was no food left in the market-place. Not even adulterated food.
The people were starving. There was nothing left to eat.
They accused the rich landlords of breach of contract.
It appeared that no amount of money could buy food, as there was none.
The rich folk had a lot of money in their coffers; they brought out the currencies, the gold and the family silver which had been purchased by selling the seeds and renting the tracts of lands.
They were too proud to ask for food from their relatives who had stuck to ploughing, sowing, and harvesting the fields as the Lord Had Instructed.
When the rich folk and the tenants tried to eat the gold and the silver, their teeth broke.
NEXT:
I saw that some of the tenants, (but none from among the rich folk) made their way to the farmer brother’s field. They were near death from starvation.
A barbed wire divided the two brothers.
The farmer brother and the family welcomed them and placed before their visitors a simple fare.
The dining area was a narrow area, and none could see the rest of the fields from where they sat.
Some ate their food silently and did not grumble. Others remembered the taste of the market food and yearned for it. Though they were sick and could barely walk, many ate and left the table, grumbling. They thought that with their pockets full of money, they could yet go search for some spicy and tasty food. This simple fare was far too bland for their taste buds. So they left, murmuring and grumbling.
But those who stayed, such were invited to the far side of the field and to their amazement a handsome banquet was laid out there. They could eat as much as they liked and take as long as they liked eating it. The food on the table would remain ever-fresh, no matter how long they took to try every delicacy.
I saw this vision around the first week of February 2008.
I saw busy little lanes in a commercial city in America.
I saw a row of shops, which looked like illegal constructions. These were tailoring shops. They reminded me of the little tailor shops one saw in crowded old markets of Bangkok, Thailand, in the 1980’s.
I saw that due to an anticipated demand some of these ‘tailors’ had already set up shops with which they could make a quick buck.
The shops tailored to the needs of gullible wannabe seers, who were suckers for all things new and novel.
The shops were small. In the front portion of the shop, was a till. No customer could proceed further, without first paying. Beyond the till, the space looked like an optician's shop. Spectacles and a test card with varied photos adorned the wall. Rear-most of the shop sat the tailors, who stitched the seer sucker suits.
Not all shops were occupied yet. Only a few had tailors who had been working, since awhile. The other potential tailors were waiting and watching the others to see if there was much profit in making seer sucker suits. Once they were assured that there were enough gullible wannabe seers they too would occupy their shops, and commence work immediately.
Now I saw the customers trickling in.
The 'teacher-tailors' themselves knew little or nothing about seers, or visions, but now they were presenting themselves to the customers, as ones who had PhD’s on the subject.
From the Internet, and writings of others, these 'teacher-tailors' had copied all things that sounded ‘biblical’. To that they would add their own versions in the ‘practical training’ sessions.
The wannabe seers were gullible. They wanted to learn about visions and all there was to know about seers, in 6 easy steps.
The tailors knew that such suckers existed, so they had designed a seer sucker suit for such gullible customers.
The six easy steps were taught using visualization techniques, and wily ways learnt from witches.
When a customer remarked, “But this technique is witchcraft, I renounced all that when I was born-again!”
“Ah! But the knowledge of the witches, in the hands of the born-agains becomes ‘redeemed knowledge’, replied the tailor, “so ya don’t need to renounce all that knowledge, ya simply gotta use it for ‘Christian purposes’, that makes it OK.”
“Why does what you’re saying remind me of eastern philosophies?” asked the customer.
“Never mind, all that let’s begin the lessons”, said the 'teacher-tailor' who was wearing a ‘lucky' birthstone’ ring on his left index finger.
The tailor positioned his inquisitive customer in a chair that looked like one found in cheap barber shops.
The customer was now handed a cheap pair of underwater goggles and by wily techniques made to ‘see visions’.
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I saw that not all customers asked questions. They simply submitted themselves to the ‘How-to-be-a-seer-in-six-easy-steps’ type of course, and seemed eager to wear the custom made seer sucker suit, which each received on graduation.
Upon the seer sucker jacket, shirt and trousers were large squares. At the end of the ‘seer-course’ a collage of ‘pictures/symbols’ etc of that which the customers had seen, (by guided visualization and other techniques borrowed from the mystic east), were sewn within the squares.
The graduates would flaunt their jackets, to the undiscerning, confident that they had learnt all they needed to know about seers and visions.
These would soon set up seer sucker suit shops of their own.
Some would even write books, hold conferences and sell audios/visuals and do all they could to hard-sell the seer sucker suit.
2/3/2008 - VISION FLASH: THE CLOCK TOWER IN ISRAEL
VISION FLASH: THE CLOCK TOWER IN ISRAEL 2nd March 2008
Around half past midnight, as I sat with the Lord to seek Him about the details of another vision that I was hoping to share here today, I was suddenly reminded of a vision flash I had seen around early 2007.
This vision flash came at great speed and was gone so very quickly, far quicker than any of the vision flashes I have ever seen before.
Yet, the strange thing about this vision flash was that, though it happened so speedily, I was Shown several details all at once.
In a speedy flash, I saw:
A clock tower in Israel.
It reminded me of the Big Ben in London, and also of the clock tower at the Bombay University.
The clock tower in Israel though was not as tall as the ones in Britain or Bombay. It looked around half the height of the clock tower in Bombay.
This clock tower in Israel, seemed to be standing in an ancient place, and under the tower ( unlike the London and Bombay clock towers that it so reminded me of) was an archway through which modern-day traffic passed.
I saw that it was daytime in Israel.
Suddenly, I saw a human hand approach the clock.
I understood within this vision flash, that it was the combined hands of a group of tourists who were visiting Israel, that had merged and now become combined into one human hand.
I saw that this hand, stretched out and touched the hands of the clock and moved them, speedily. Then the human hand disappeared.
The hands of the clock were so speedily moved forward that none around saw it.
The time now depicted was several hours ahead.
So though it was yet day, the people were made to think that the hour was later, than it actually was.
1/3/2008 - VISION: AMERICA, CAN YOU HEAR THE SCHEMES?
VISION: AMERICA, CAN YOU HEAR THE SCHEMES? 1st March 2008
I had been sensing something in my spirit, since the past few months, and I was waiting on the Lord to Show me a vision to help me understand.
Today, I was Shown this vision.
I saw a strange thing happening in America.
The well-known false prophets were now warning their ‘punters’ of judgments to come upon America, and how the economy would suffer.
I was amazed.
Why had they been deriding the true prophets when now they were saying the same or similar things?
I asked the Lord why all of a sudden, when they’d done nothing but label the true prophets as ‘doom and gloom preachers’, were these false prophets now so eager to warn their followers, of that which the true prophets had warned for years.
“This is why”, Said the Lord.
I saw sheets of papers in America, and on all was written SCHEMES SCHEMES SCHEMES.
The false prophets had now seen potential for great ‘profit’ in the judgments prophesied. And what with the looming economic crisis, they foresaw, that fewer ‘punters’ would feel ‘led’ to give to their fiefdoms.
The only way left, was to appeal to the punters last vestige of greed.
The false prophets were now busy working with accountants and economists, and agents from the world system and devising SCHEMES so that they could get their punters to invest, buy into schemes that would make them rich quickly, and save them the pains of facing the economic crisis.
They had Schemes, to enroll the punters in their conferences which would teach these gullible ones how to get rich quick, schemes to invest, just SCHEMES SCHEMES SCHEMES.
And allSCHEMES were engineered and tailored for the personal enrichment of these false prophets, teachers, preachers. It did not matter to them that their wily schemes would bankrupt many.
I saw a man in deep financial problems consult both the false and the true prophet, who were standing on either side of him.
The true prophet said, “Repent and turn from your wicked ways to the Lord. He Will Lead you, He Will Guide you.”
Then the man turned to the false prophet who smiled his best smile, and said, “yeah, sure go ahead and repent, if that makes ya feel better, and when you’re done with repentin', just turn this way, and let me tell ya about this ‘ anointed’ SCHEME, a pretty little angel gave me when I was caught up in the 911th heaven”.
Jeremiah 9:5-6 (King James Version)
5And they will deceive every one his neighbour, and will not speak the truth: they have taught their tongue to speak lies, and weary themselves to commit iniquity.
6Thine habitation is in the midst of deceit; through deceit they refuse to know me, saith the LORD.
This vision, which is but a glimpse of the changes I saw taking place in America, has been unfolding since the first week of January 2008.
I saw the sky circling over America, covered in the alphabet I.
I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I
Down below, in the centre of the land, I saw televangelists, famous teachers, preachers, revivalists, and quite a few rich and poor, point gleefully to the sky and say, “ Look, I am the pillar of America”.
Christendom was mouthing a lot of I’s, and now the sky was reflecting those I’s.
But to the undiscerning, those I’s appeared as pillars.
I saw that as more and more people identified their I’s as pillars, the ground below began trembling slightly. None who stood there knew that the ground below was trembling.
The ground they stood on looked dry and dusty.
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Now down to the south, I saw a slightly open hole in the ground. The hole in the ground was long meant to be filled up and closed. I saw a man wearing denim dungarees, and a red and white checked shirt, but the white after many washes looked pale yellow. It was made of a thick material. The clothes looked as if they were frequently laundered, and were now worn out and the collar of the shirt looked frayed.
I saw that though the man in the dungarees held a shovel in his hand, with which he was to cover the hole in the ground, (near which he stood), nothing about his clothing suggested that he had been doing that work.
There was no mud on his boots, no dust on his clothes.
Now as those standing in the centre of the land shouted I I I I I, I saw that the hole in the ground was gently caving in. The dust was smoothly sliding down. But before the man in the denim dungarees could quickly cover the hole, he saw those standing in a mega building complex wave to him, beckoning him to return to the building.
It appeared that an esteemed guest, one among those shouting I I I I I , was arriving that evening.
Those in the mega buildings complex wanted the man to leave his work and help with placing decorative plant pots around the buildings. Now the buildings' complex was miles long, which meant he would not be returning to fill that hole that day.
I understood that that had been the pattern.
I understood within the vision, that initially many had been appointed to fill those holes, but barely had they begun the work that someone from the mega buildings would call them to do some frivolous work, like put up the Christmas lights, pray for the pastor’s wife’s broken fingernail, come and join in prayer for the pastor to receive the desires of his heart, a rolls Royce, or Jaguar etc. The work of most in those mega buildings was to spend time praying that the pastors and their wives receive the desires of their heart. That the desires were biblically unsound, none stopped to wonder. They just did as their leaders told them.
In this way, all the workers who had been appointed to fill the hole, so that that which was buried could not escape back up to the surface, had always been recalled, to help with such tasks and chores that were incredulously frivolous. Due to this, there was an expanding gap in hole.
I saw that the workers wearing dungarees did not protest either. They simply re-positioned themselves in whichsoever direction their leaders wanted them to go. They found that asking the leader what to do and then following his instructions was quicker than waiting on the Lord to find out what He Wanted them to do or where He Wanted them to move.
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I saw that the dust and mud were now slowly caving in. The shouts of I I I I I, were getting louder and more delirious.
Through the gap in the hole, I saw that there were giant sized snakes who had been dormant, their venom had been taken out of them, and they had lain there near death, dry and withered looking. Some looked like just bare snake-skins, with no body within.
The air that the snakes now smelled and breathed through this opening was so conducive to their growth, that these snakes were now being revived. Their venom was returning to them, and their bodies were filling up. They could now breathe and move. They were waiting for the hole to get bigger and bigger so they could all emerge out of the hole, and not one by one, or just a few at a time, as they had been doing.
The constant shouting of I I I I I, helped the opening in the hole to get bigger and more enlarged. Suddenly, the giant sized snakes emerged from the hole and as they exited, I saw that the hole was now the size of a large crater.
The giant sized snakes, with a translucent light green skin, emerged.
I saw that the first thing every one of those giant snakes did was to gobble up the other smaller snakes that were in the land.
These giant snakes were seven times as large and dangerous. They were filled with venom, which was thick and green in color. It looked like green jelly.
Now I saw that having devoured the smaller snakes, the giant snakes were moving at great speed and were wrapping themselves around tall buildings , tall steel cupboards and those people who were shouting I I I I I .
( I saw later that some were fire-snakes. People who were fascinated by them wanted to ride piggy back on them. As they flew away many down below shouted, " Look, the chariots of fire", none realized that the people who flew away on the snakes, would be taken to a desert and dropped in a place where there was no food or water, or a way of finding them. Such would be counted among the lost.)
Towards the borders all around the land stood men and women in ancient shepherds’ clothing. They had been given staffs by the Lord. Beneath their feet were holes they had filled- in tightly with mud, and now the shovels were laid at their feet as they stood firmly on the filled ground, to keep it tightly shut.
HEAR O AMERICA
I now saw that the snakes were hissing and spitting. So the sound was HISS (AND) SPIT
HISS (AND) SPIT
HISS (AND) SPIT
“Did ya hear that?” asked the tele-preachers and all those who had said, I I I I I .
What were distinctly the sounds of snakes, such were being mistaken now for a ‘new song’.
All over the land, these ‘I’-saying folk were telling the people to listen to the ‘new song’.
The shepherds who were standing around the borders, holding their staffs, heard the sounds and were grieved.
They spoke loud and clear but those listening to the HISS AND SPIT sounds could not hear them clearly.
These shepherds who has been Given staffs, spoke boldly.
“Hear O America” they said, “ Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap. For he who sows to his flesh will of the flesh reap corruption, but he who sows to the Spirit will of the Spirit reap everlasting life".
“ You guys are such spoil-sports, for years you’ve been saying repent repent repent……….you’ve been prophesying disasters that have nothing to do with the sin in the land, and I ask you what sin? The sounds you hear are the sounds of restoration. We’ll be recording these sounds and sending them world over, to share these blessings with those poor natives in 3rd world countries. We’re the most generous nation on earth, ya know, we don’t hoard such blessings, we sell them”, shouted back one of the I-I 'prophets'.
Now after the shepherds spoke that which God Laid on their hearts, I saw them stand silently along the borders. They stood firm upon the holes they had filled with mud. They would not allow anything they had buried beneath the ground to surface again.
They watched the land for a while, then I saw them simply bow their heads as they could no more watch the filth they saw multiplying around them. They now simply bowed their heads and leaning on their staff and worshipped the True and Living God.
Inside the mega buildings I saw some leaders also dressed as 'shepherds' but they had plastic staffs. Their clothing was of machine made fibers, and they looked like characters acting in a nativity play.
Now a strange sound was heard in the midst of this hiss and spit.
It was that of a death decree being read, and it reminded me of the decree against the Jews in the Book of Esther.
This ‘Haman’s Concept’, had found the approval of certain 'church' leaders, who were like Ahasuerus, and now the concept had turned into a decree.
The decree involved death to Christians by the flooding of false doctrines, novel concepts and all teachings unbiblical and unholy, to take gullible people so off course, that it would lead to certain death.
The shepherds with staffs, who stood along the borders heard the decree, but the hiss and spit sounds, were distracting the multitudes.
Many of the greedy leaders were far too busy, pronouncing their own sugared decrees over the airways in America. They were pronouncing peace and prosperity over a sensual people, steeped in harlotry, which were tickled pink, hearing these pleasing decrees. So what with the sounds of hiss and spit, and the sugared decrees, they heard not the foreboding sounds of Haman’s decree.
The shepherds on the borders warned:
“Hear O America; hear the deadly sounds of the decree against you. Your life is at stake. Repent, call on the Name of Jesus Christ, and turn from your wicked ways”.
The people who were steeped in harlotry replied, “ 'Course we hear the decree! We’re not deaf! The decree we hear prophecies peace and prosperity and the sound is as sweet as sugar, so why are you fear-mongering, you enemies of fun and frolic?”
The airways had been filled with the sounds of these sugared decrees. Had the ‘prophets’ kept silent and not been hollering sugared-decrees, the menacing sounds of Haman’s decree would have been heard.
The Ahasuerus’ were the undiscerning' church ' leaders, who did not fully understand the repercussions of this ‘Haman’s decree’, so they fully gave their signet rings to the Hamans, to endorse the decrees.
I saw the Absoloms running rampant and the Issachars were nowhere in sight.
AMERICA WASTES
Now I saw black shiny drain pipes nation-wide. People, money, projects, goods, relationships, etc just about everything a man possesses was going down the shiny-black drain pipes. People who were wasting precious resources stood gleefully by the black shiny drain pipes and gave the drains a standing ovation.
They thought it was fun.
It was a celebration of waste.
It appeared that those who wasted the most were admired and received celebrity status. I saw money being spent like there was no tomorrow. “Eat, drink, be merry,” they shouted, their voices hoarse with shouting sounds of revelry, “for tomorrow we die!”
I saw great waste and a great many insurance cons around the nation.
HONOR AMONGST THEIVES
MEANING: If someone says there is honor among thieves, this means that even corrupt or bad people sometimes have a sense of honor or integrity, or justice, even if it is skewed. ('Honour among thieves' is the British English version http://www.usingenglish.com/reference/idioms/honor+among+thieves.html
Now I saw that an odd few amongst those who had been fleecing the flock, actually heard ‘Haman’s decree’.
They were horrified. They were thieves, but not murderers.
Enraged they went to the shepherds who stood on the borders and said, “We are thieves, sure but we would never commit murder, and this Haman’s decree is genocide! It must be stopped. Let us work alongside you to expose and fight Haman’s plans”.
“The weapons of our warfare are not carnal. To fight this we must all come with clean hands. Repent and renounce your old ways before our Lord Jesus Christ, and then you can join us,” the shepherds counseled.
Hardly any wanted to give up fleecing the flock. With forlorn expressions on their faces, each began to disperse, and went back to their old life. But a miniscule few, who were truly grieved and bothered of the harm Haman’s decree planned to do, went down on their knees, repented and fell prostrate before the Lord, pleading, for the lives of those the decree was targeting. They put all their resources to this work.
The thieves who would not repent, formed their own union, but being as their own hands were tainted, they did more harm than good.
“Why should we listen to you? Have you not fleeced your flocks for years? Why should we not believe that you have a hidden agenda for some private gain out of all this?" The gullible people asked. So in a manner of speaking, they threw more people into the arms of Haman, than rescue them.
GYPSIES (Aired -January 2008-I think I had shared only fleetingly on one of the radio interviews about gypsies, also on another radio interview about 'Haman's decree').
I saw a ‘mobile people’ nation-wide. People were moving from here to there, and some did not stay long where they moved to, for they moved again.
I saw that only some among those moving base knew exactly why they were moving. The Lord Had Told them. But the many among those I saw moving, thought they were moving for better prospects / jobs / or because of the unforeseen circumstances, that had occurred, in their personal lives, or in their church / or nation.
I saw that the moving was causing many to leave their ‘mega churches’ of which they had been a member for a long time. Leaders were coaxing them to stay, “This is of the enemy,” the leaders said, “you are to stay here and help build this, my…..umm…. your local church”.
It was a very emotionally trying time for those moving. Suddenly, in the place and the ‘church’ where they had been so loved and admired and included in all the activities, the moment they announced their move, they were ‘frozen out’, by the others. The hearts of the ‘congregations’ towards them were revealed. They were being treated like traitors.
In a manner of speaking, this seemed to make it easier for those who were moving, as the cold attitude of others only made them more resolute to move and not consider the option to stay.
I saw some who moved without a word to anyone. They just slipped away in the night, with bag and baggage.
I saw that from amongst those who moved, there were some who never joined another church, nor planned to in the future. Their ‘church experience’ had put them off for life. Some chose to wait on the Lord to Divinely join them with those who truly worshipped and served Him.
I saw people moving across the nation in a zig zag formation. A few left for foreign shores.
Many who moved away from false and greedy ministries were glad. They seemed relieved. Yet, (as in the natural world) like captives who’ve been held captive for long, they continued for a while to speak well of their captors/abusers/manipulators.
I saw that this gypsy-dom was taking people out of the reach of those who took the census, or wrote/spoke confidently through the media via articles /books /T.V./ Cinema etc based on poll figures, released. Such people were an 'authority' on reading and explaining trends, based on poll figures released.
I saw poll figures seemed to be losing their credibility on many issues.
I saw an entire chunk of people, who were hidden from the pollsters.
So polls bore only part of the information required. The people who would have made their polls complete, were ‘missing’/ out of range, beyond the reach of pollsters.
An opinion vital to the nation’s well-being, was being held by these ‘gypsies’, many of whom simply disappeared from the society/systems' radar.
In times to come many Americans would say, “Hey, I didn’t know such groups / communities / peoples existed in our land. How could they have remained hidden for so long and we not notice?”
JOY BEGINS BY RIVERSIDE
I saw those who had distanced themselves from harlotry, and preached and taught and prophesied against it, sitting on this side, alone on stone benches by the bank of a river. This place reminded me of a water-front picnic spot in Washington State which I visited in 1980. The place was tranquil. The men and women sitting alone on benches were leaning forward, their elbows resting on their knees, and they were simply staring ahead.
I saw that this river bank stretched from here to all the nation and then around the world.
The people sat there wondering what all that they had said, done, prophesied to the nation had been about. The nation looked as unrepentant as ever to them, and then news like Haman’s decree only made the scenario look bleaker. But they knew that that which the Lord Had Called them to do, they had done, diligently and joyfully. They understood that as regards the Haman’s decree, God Had Appointed skilled warriors- the shepherds on the borders to fight and rescue people from the clutches of fatal teachings and doctrines which if followed would surely lead to death.
So, that was the work that the shepherds who stood around the borders must do.
But what were they who sat by the river to do?
Suddenly each heard His Voice, “Have joy,” Said the Lord.
Each smiled a sad smile and shook their heads. How could the Lord Ask them to have joy, and laugh, when they could clearly see the kind of times their nation would someday face?
Suddenly they understood what the Lord Wanted them to do. They understood that all that was from the Lord, and had been prophesied to the nation, would come to pass in the order and severity that God Deemed fit.
They knew a day would come when the people would say, “ Oh, this was prophesied to us long ago, how we wish we had listened and prepared, then we would not have had to face such days and times.”
Those who sat on the river-side benches, understood, that the time to lament like Jeremiah would come, but now......................? Now they must be joyful, exactly as the Lord Had Commanded.
Yes, if the Lord Wanted them to have joy, then joy they would have! It did not matter what they were to do next. God Would Reveal that in His Time, but for now, they were to get rid of the sadness and grief that was clinging to them, and have joy.
As they understood this a big radiant smile broke out on their faces.
I saw all along the river, all who sat on those stone benches, broke out in a smile.
Until then none were aware of the others sitting by the river banks. But as each one smiled and had joy, they rose from the benches and the ‘sound’ of the smile, and the ‘sound’ of the joy in their heart made them visible to the others. I saw that they met and shook hands and talked with each other. The smiles continued on their faces and their hearts were gurgling with joy. I saw that all who had sat pensively by this river that flowed through the nation, and beyond, had risen and were meeting and forming groups.
They had understood that whilst the shepherds around the borders fought skillfully to rescue the gullible from the clutches of Haman’s decree, their work was to yield to the Lord and be Used of Him to prepare and build a place / an environment where those rescued from death could come and learn how not to be gullible again.
The people who had fled greedy ministries would come; those who had been rescued from Haman’s decree would come, and also would come, those who had never heard of the Goodness of God.
For the sake of such, the river-side people had to prepare now.
No matter who the people or where they came from, the fact remained that they would be a people in very dire need to hear, learn and understand the Goodness of God.
Yes they would come to worship in spirit and in truth Jesus Christ, King of Kings Lord of Lords.
World over, the river-side people were being divinely joined and assembled and sent ahead, for such a time as this, which would surely come.
I saw people walking joyfully, singing praises to the Lord. They were on their way to the Highway of the Lord. They knew that the Lord would Meet them and Instruct them in the way in which they must go.
And sure enough the Lord Met them. “What must I do now Lord?” each asked of the Lord. “Proceed straight and do not talk to those wearing steel toe boots”, Replied the Lord.
With gladness of heart, these people proceeded straight.
Some were walking alone, others in groups.
A little while later, I saw them singing a song that came straight from their heart,
"I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me".
As they sang and danced along, loudly and joyfully, they saw to the extreme left of them, standing below, off the road, some folk who were wearing steel toe boots. The black boots had at least a 4 inch steel covering around the toes. Two inches of this very pointed steel tip, protruded out from the boots. The edges were sharp and jagged and reminded me of a potato peeler.
On seeing these strange steel toe boots, most of the people stopped to get a better look, at the boots and at those wearing them. I saw that all who had been traveling in groups stopped, when one or the other in the group expressed a desire to see the boots more closely.
Of those walking alone, all kept on walking; they only glanced fleetingly at the boots, and smiled to themselves, for they remembered this is what the Lord Had warned them about. I saw that only the groups could see each other, those who walked alone saw none other as they walked, straight ahead.
Those who walked alone, had no fascination for the boots, and just as soon as they walked past these folk wearing steel toe boots, that they saw to their joy, the Highway. The Highway was made of White Light and it was moving. It was not static.
The curious groups though not only stopped but stepped off the road to go down to talk to the folk wearing steel toe boots.
Fascinated, one of the curious in the group asked, “Why are you all wearing steel toe boots?”
“These boots are a sign and a symbol of our mystical knowledge, only those who graduate from our university get to wear them.”
“Wow!” exclaimed a woman in the group, “These boots sure look too good to walk in!”
“Well, ma’am, we don’t walk too much in them, but if you join our university, we’ll show you what we use them for”.
The more the group stared at the steel toes, the brighter the light that reflected from them.
The group soon forgot the Instruction of the Lord.
Each in the group reached into their pockets, and paid the exorbitant fees and enrolled
in the university of mystical knowledge. I saw that each one was charged whatsoever money they carried with them. So having paid the fees, now all their pockets were empty.
The moment the fees was paid and the group had enrolled, the total atmosphere changed. The expression on the faces of the folk with the steel toe boots, now looked menacing.
Immediately a fear entered the group, and they began cowering. The steel toe boots which had so fascinated them, were now aimed at the students’ stomachs. Each was kicked in their belly by the boots. And it hurt.
“ But……..why………….are you kicking us?” asked one in the group.” Our Lord never Taught us in this way”.
“Lesson number 1, HUMILITY”, replied a man with steel toe boots. “No more boasting………we will teach you how not to be proud, and these boots will kick you down, make you crawl, and then you will be experts in humility.”
In this way, all subjects in the curriculum were taught to the group by merciless kicks from the steel toe boots.
I saw that what they were being taught was the traditions of men and the so-called ‘values’ that were being instilled in the group were at best just ‘middle-class’ values, that societies world-over adopt.
The ‘mystical knowledge’, was nothing but a twisting of Scripture in such a way, as to introduce numerology, astrology, tarot card reading, necromancy, face-reading, visualization, psychological techniques to control and manipulate people, hypnosis etc, into the teachings.
I saw that all in the group had been kicked mercilessly by these steel toe boots, and they were all bleeding and sorely bruised. They just lay there writhing on the dry and dusty ground.
One young man from the group, badly beaten and bruised, raised his head and said to the folk in the steel toe boots, “This knowledge is not of the Lord..”
“What we’re teaching here, is the hidden knowledge that your Lord Does not Want us to know.” Shouted one of the booted men, angrily.
The people who lay on the ground were writhing in pain and despair. They had no strength to defend themselves. In the midst of their excruciating pain and uncontrolled tears, they wondered why had they been so foolish to even look at these steel toe boots? Had not the Lord Warned them?
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I saw that the folk with the steel toe boots, were readying their feet to forcefully and mercilessly kick again those who were lying on the dry dusty ground, who by now though they turned about a little, looked almost dead.
This forceful kick it appeared would be fatal, and sure to kill.
Just as the folk in the steel toe boots, raised their legs to do so, aiming at the group on the ground, that a Divine Hand rolled each in the group, who were lying on the ground, away from the aim of those boots, and suddenly, a large Rock appeared, in the place where the people had lain. As the folk in the steel toe boots let fly a forceful kick that they hit the Rock , ( These folk in the steel toe boots saw not the Rock) and they fell back on the dry dusty ground, with a great bone-crunching thud, and their toes were totally crushed and their legs were broken. Now they lay writhing about in pain.
In this way I saw each and everyone in that group, had their writhing, beaten bodies removed from the aim of the steel toe boots, and the Rock appeared on that very spot, on which the writhing bodies had lain.
I saw the group now rise up and shake off the dust upon which they had lain.
The pain of the kicks they had received was gone. They all just stood there, with their heads bowed. They were ashamed that though they had been warned by the Lord, not to talk to those with steel toe boots on, they had disobeyed. They had not a penny in their pockets, and each understood that they had actually foolishly, PAID TO BE TREATED LIKE THAT.
They repented before the Lord, and silently walked away from the dry and dusty ground on to the road, and barely had they taken a step ahead that they saw the Bright Light of the moving Highway.
As they looked with joy upon the Highway they were about to enter, they sang ecstatically,
“Truly truly truly Lord Jesus Christ, King of Kings Lord of Lords, nothing is too difficult for Thee!
You Will Show mercy on whom You Will show mercy.”
I saw this vision around the first week of January 2008.
I saw a vast desert in Arizona. Yet this desert was different. It was only sand, no cacti, no greenery, and not even dry bushes in sight.
I saw men in black armor. They were the leading knights. They were abnormally tall.
As I looked closely at their armor, I saw that it was but clay. If one were to poke a finger into the armor, the material would depress.
Left of centre, there were 3 tables with white table cloth. I saw that the table cloths were lined underneath, by an ugly coars type of material. At the 3 tables sat women selling conference tickets.
Large posters leaning on the legs of the tables read:
“SO YA WANNA BE A MARINE?” “LEARN ALL YA NEED TO KNOW ABOUT WAR AND WARRIORS FROM THE DESERT KNIGHTS” Pay $999.99 and be a warrior for the Lord.
I saw many arrive in the desert. They looked a casual lot. I saw some men wearing frocks. I saw people arrive with designer baggage and women with stiletto heels.
Those who had arrived much earlier were lying on couches, receiving massages. Men and women were receiving manicures and pedicures.
To the far right were luxury tents such as the sheikhs of Saudi Arabia have.
A large sign outside read: RENT A JERICHO TENTfor $4999.99 only- per night.
The people looked with awe at their tall leading knights.
“ Can we ever grow to your stature?” asked a man wearing a floral frock, of the fat and abnormally tall knight.
“‘Course you can, all ya need is ya cheque book, as you make each cheque out, just watch ‘em limbs grow”.
As I looked closely at the limbs of these leading desert knights I saw through the armor, and noticed that these men were standing on stilts! Some had no feet, others had no lower legs, and the few who had both limbs, I noticed that their lower limbs had gangrene, and would someday soon need amputation. I saw that the leading fat and abnormally tall knight, had his right lower leg missing.
None of these desert knights, could walk on their own feet, but had learnt to walk skillfully on stilts.
These knights were going to teach the people on how to fight the enemy. Strangely, these very leaders had made a way for the enemy to enter, unrestricted, and now they were holding conferences in the desert on ‘how to be a warrior and fight the enemy’.
Out there in the desert these unique salesmen were selling sand bags to the people.
“But this is sand, this desert is full of sand, why should we pay for sand packed in bags?”
“ Ah, but this is no ordinary sand, it is packed by our skilled and anointed hands so it’s special, now pay up or leave”, said the head of the leading knights.
The people were promised that as they attended more and more conferences in the desert, they would qualify as soldiers in the Army of God, and receive their knighthood at the hands of the fat and abnormally tall leading knight.
People found that attending conferences to learn about war and being warriors was much fun.
Now there were those who at first were tickled about learning about war and how to be warriors for God, from these desert knights. But slowly they started absenting themselves from the conferences and the nightly bonfires, and the son et lumiere shows that the knights hosted at the end of each conference.
Something about the whole set up was disturbing them. They had watched one such bonfire night with horror as the crowds drank a strange brew and hallucinated. The drunkards saw pink elephants in the flames, and some playfully threw more and more of this strange brew into the fire, so that the fire rose up to the sky. Now as the flames burned, the drunks gazed at the patterns it formed against the desert sky and said, “Hey, look, chariots of fire, I gotta run and catch my flight”.
A group of those who could not bear to see this desert farce, moved further away from the crowd.
They stopped attending their conferences and endless meetings, and tucked away their money and cheque books. They refused to be the sponsors or encouragers of such desert madness.
Now, none in the group knew each other. In fact each thought they were the only ones there who were feeling disgusted. But I saw that they were a group.
Each retired to a corner far away from the camp and started to repent before the Lord. They threw away the cardboard swords covered in silver foil, that bore the leading knight’s insignia.
The moment they threw away the swords, and neither ate nor drank the desert fare, nor mingled with the desert knights, each in their heart heard the Voice of the Lord Say to them,
“ The weapons of your warfare are not carnal, I Myself Will Train your fingers to fight.”
Suddenly each was filled with a joy unspeakable.
As the knights saw them walk away from the camp, they shouted curses upon them, “ You will never prosper without us. This is gross insubordination. Come right back ya hear! We're here to take dominion over all the land. Beware, out there is the enemy!”
“ Yeah, out there is the enemy alright and it’s you knights who let them in, and now you’re going to teach us to fight the enemy you let in, in the first place? Who you kidding?”
In all this time, not one could see the others who were also departing from the camp.
The further this group got away from the camp, that the all around them became green and luscious. They sat by the Rock and drank the sweet waters that were running from the Rock.
An abundant supply of fresh food awaited them. Each saw a pile of clean clothing, neatly folded, awaiting them. Each of them, bathed under the waterfall, changed their clothes and ate the food that had been divinely supplied to them.
There, as each sat at His Feet, the Lord Taught each one about warfare. When they arose I saw that they had muscles and their bodies looked fighting fit. They had grown in stature and stood tall and looked like a force to be reckoned with.
Their faces were set as flint and the weapons of God were in their hands, and they wore the armor that the Lord Had Given them.
As they rose up, they now saw each other and realized that they were a vast army whom the Lord Himself Had Trained.
They shouted loudly, praising His Goodness. They rejoiced and gave Glory to God, Who Had Trained their fingers to fight.
NEXT: I saw that back at the camp, the desert knights, had continued with their endless conferences. Now from a distance I saw the Breeze blowing their way.
The Breeze was ever so Gentle, yet I saw the desert in turmoil. I saw a sand storm come with great strength and knock down the desert knights. Their mouths were filled with sand.
The armor blew off of the knights, and when the storm quietened, the people saw to their horror, the gangrene filled and missing limbs and feet of the knights. They saw that the fat tall knight was really a fat midget, without a leg to stand on.
Quickly the knights put back on their armor, and the people, who though at a moment in time were allowed to see the true face of the desert knights, did not leave, they chose rather to stay. The desert for them, was a fun place.
Towards the end of the vision I saw a great distance away, that several mega storms were brewing and heading towards the camp of the desert knights. I understood, that each storm would bury quite a few, and many would be lost in the stormy desert sand.
I saw this vision around the first week of January 2008.
I saw a multitude of crows. They were going through a depression. They felt low on self-esteem and wanted a change.
The crows got together and went to their wardrobe mistress and vented their feelings.
" We're being maligned, people are getting so wary of us. Wherever we go they recognize us as crows......." the crows wept. Then turning to the mirror, they saw themselves, and let out a spine-chilling scream.
“Just look at us.............", said one mournful crow, " we look...ugh.....like CROWS!!!!!!"
The wardrobe mistress, a senior crowess, who was known for her wily art and craft, said sympathetically, “There, there, there, now there's no need to be depressed. Y'all have come to da right place, ain't I like yo mama?"
Then after a moment of deep thought, she loooked intently at the multitude of crows who had gathered in her chambers.
" Ya know, I think I've got da answer!" said the wardrobe mistress, suddenly hopping around with great excitement.
"What, what what ?.................tell us……please tell us........." the crows pleaded with her. They knew that the crowess was artful, deceitful and was an expert in her art, so all her ideas were bound to be interesting.
“I know exactly what ya guys need!" said the crowess hopping around in circles, opening and shutting her wings.
" Well tell us quickly……..What do we need…….. What do we need...? " asked the crows in unison. " Ya need a make-over, that's what ya need", replied the wardrobe mistress, as she twirled dramatically.
" A MAKE-OVER?" asked the crows, " But we're crows, ya can’t disguise a crow…." said one little puny crow to the crowess.
“ Wanna bet?” asked the crowess, looking down haughtily at the little crow. Then turning to the multitude of crows she said, “I’m gonna give ya crows a makeover, come this way”.
Intrigued, the crows followed her into a large walk-in vault.
The crowess was an uncrowned empress of the crow-world, and the vault bore testimony to that. It was filled with shiny objects and artifacts from around the world.
She swiftly ran to the left and to the right, and pulled out a few items from a locker.
With the items tucked under her left wing, the fat crowess grabbed hold of one of the crows and swept him into a little cubicle The crows outside were intrigued.
What would be the new look?
After a little time, the crowess emerged from the cubicle, and with a dramatic twirl of her wings, said, “Voila! Le make-over!”
The multitude of crows gasped.
“ Now that is an extreme make over”, whispered one crow.
“ Is that a make-over or a disguise?” asked a baby crow.
The bird that emerged from the cubicle looked a strangely exotic creature.
The crows were ecstatic. They gave the crowess a standing ovation.
At the end of the thunderous applause, the crowess explained the new look.
Pointing to the head, she said, “This is a falcon head from Saudi Arabia, this represents sharpness, and this white body , representing peace and prosperity was sent to me by the crate loads, by a Swiss banker friend. Notice the piggy bank slit on the top……..that’s for receiving funds. The beautiful tail of peacock feathers has been shipped to us in bulk by his hollowness, guru Deadly Cobra. These feathers represent the mysticism of the east. So ya see folks, here’s the new look………….”,
“ You’re a genius! It’s a combination of everything we ever wanted to be,” gushed a crow.
“ Exactly!” said the crowess as she bowed her head in false humility, “ Folks, we are the world’s new pin-up bird!”
The crows gasped. If it was’nt for the crowess, they could never have even dreamt of world dominion.
NEXT:
Now the crows, were thrilled with their new look. Under their feet were little skates, this was so they could quickly whiz past people and escape close scrutiny. Now they could preach and teach and spread their message, without being recognized for who they really were.
These exotic birds became the talk of the town. As these birds moved so quickly, on their skates when on land, it was difficult to photograph them. Nonetheless, hazy photos of them appeared on television and these birds became the insignia, on red flags.
Nonetheless, their crow habits were far from gone. They could not give up perching on window sills. But now I saw that they perched not on sills where the windows were clean, but rather where there were dirty windows, so people within, could not see them too clearly.
NEXT: I saw the crowess, out with these new birds. She was teaching the crows how to fly with their new extended wings. I saw, that the ‘dove-body’ the crows had been given, had slits on both sides, from which emerged electronically controlled wings. The manner in which the wings emerged reminded me of white electronically controlled garage shutters.
The wings these crows had were so extended that when they flew, their entire bodies were concealed under the wing span, which dropped at the edges.
As the crows flew into the sky, I noticed that they could only fly the height crows flew, the new look did not give them the ability to fly any higher.
A white eagle was circling the sky, watching the crowess as she went about her work.
The crowess who was busy moving fast on the ground, suddenly looked up and saw the white eagle.
The crowess was tickled pink to see the lone white eagle in the sky; she threw her head back and laughed like a hyena.
‘ Are ya here to tell me that ya wanna join my empire?” asked the crowess to the white eagle, flying up above.
“ No”, replied the white eagle, “ I am here to tell you that your days are numbered. Our Lord Jesus Christ, against Whom you rage and plot, Has Sent me to tell you that upon a bed of affliction you will lie. The web of deceit that you have knowingly weaved, to trap His Children, in that web will you be trapped. Your mind will now only be used to plot plots that lead to your own downfall. No matter what you do now, know that you’re digging your own grave. You’re tricking the world, but now your mind will play tricks on you.
The countdown to the destruction of your empire begins now.”
NEXT:
I saw that people who had been warned against talking to crows, and had obeyed, were at first caught off guard, by this new look. But as they continued to seek the Lord for discernment, they began to recognize the ‘crow characteristics’ in the preaching, teachings and the mystic philosophies. And, as they studied the fuzzy photographs of these exotic-looking birds, they understood that the crows had had a make-over.
24/2/2008 - VISION: Where not to go,What not to do and Why
VISION: Where not to go,What not to do and Why
23rd February 2008
I saw this vision yesterday.
I saw a giant sized Round-about.
All around were umpteen roads. Every road had several lanes, by-lanes, slip roads, dirt tracks.
Many people had stopped just short of the round -about and the Lord was Standing there.
Each was unware of the presence of the others, and each was asking the Lord, which road they should take.
To their surprise the Lord Began telling each one which road NOT TO TAKE, and why. He was Pointing to each road, one at a time, and with great Patience explaining with some detail, where that road led, and why they should not go on those roads.
There were so many roads leading from that round-about, that the people were getting impatient and were despairing.
They had always believed that if they asked the Lord what they were to do, the Lord would Tell them what to do, but this was a new thing for them. Here was the Lord, when each asked, " Lord shall I take that road to the right, or left or straight", the Answer invariably was, " No, do not take that road." Having Said that the Lord would explain why.
I was made to understand, within the vision, that this huge round-about and the complex roads were built by 'church' funds.
Across the round-about, many leaders were waiting for these people who were talking to the Lord, ( but they saw not the Lord), to enter the round- about and take any road, but instead they saw that the obedient ones stayed put on the other side and did not budge an inch towards the round-about. This was making these road builders/creators, livid.
(This round -about was so weird looking, it looked like a 'creation' of sorts. Everything about the roads, the lanes, the fancy road lights, which were all switched on, though it was daylight, made it look creepy. It looked icy cold out there. It looked like some kind of Mecca, but without the black stone in the middle).
I saw that in the centre of the round-about was what looked like a place for a fountain. But there was no water there. It simply looked bleak, icy, and very very weird. The atmosphere there was like a graveyard, on a cold winter's day.
When the 'road monitors'/ leaders saw that the people were not heading their way, they became so angry and deeply offended that they started beating their fists in the air.
The people who were seeking instructions from the Lord, were undeterred. Though at first they were impatient and despairing, because all they could hear the Lord Say, was what not to do and where not to go and why, I noticed that after a while, they began to understand that this part of their learning from the Lord required that they know what not to do, where not to go, and the reasons why they should not do such things.
Suddenly there was joy on their faces, as they understood.
The moment they decided to obey the Lord and resolved not to proceed to the round- about, they each said to the Lord, " Where then must I go Lord?"
The Lord Pointed to a Highway, that was up above. This was made of white light.
"How Lord will I get up there?" each asked of the Lord.
" My Hand Will Place you there", Came the Reply. And just as the Lord Said He Would do, His Hand Lifted each one to the White Light Highway, above. ( I saw that the Highway was not static it was moving).
It appeared that this was the time when those obedient to the Lord, sought to know where to go, they would first be Instructed on where not to go, what not to do, and why."
When one asked the Lord, " Why if we are to travel above on that Highway do we need to know where not to go, what not to do, and why?"
" In times to come, you will understand why you needed to know this," Came the Reply.
This remark emanated from a vision I had seen. Nonetheless, I did not feel led to share this vision, or the several others I had seen. On Sunday, the 17th of February 2008, an incident occurred, of which I had no part, but it reminded me of this vision, and I understood that the time was coming when I could share this vision.
The Vision…………..
I saw a Booth, on a busy business district street corner, such as can be seen in any major American city.
I saw two vendors. One stood in front of this Booth, with a cart, upon which he had jars of candy, and a machine that made pink candy floss.
Next to the Booth was a low wall. Upon that sat a man, who was a story-teller.
The Booth was unmanned and upon the front was laid piles of edible prophecies. Prophets rising up early, would come and place the edible prophecies they had received, on the front shelf of the Booth. People could take them for free. Some had a mild taste, whilst the others had a bitter medicinal taste to them.
However, I saw that both vendors, did all they could to attract people to their own ‘wares’. The candyman took up much of the footpath, leaving only a narrow passage way behind him, for the people to access the edible prophecies. There were those who simply put the edible prophecies in their mouths, and walked away, they were undeterred by the taste. But the multitudes that came disdained the taste and preferred the concoctions of the candyman, or the story teller.
The candyman took the prophecies that were bitter to the taste, and shredded it into teeny fragments, and pierced them through a stick and rolled the candy floss around it.
Those who did not like the bitter taste, would gather around this innovative candyman, and pay him a hefty price, for the candy floss. When they got to the end of the candy floss, they bit off and spat out the bitter tasting fragments.
The other vendor, who was a story teller, sat on the wall, surrounded by children. The story teller was a wannabe prophet whom the true prophets of God had admonished for bringing words not of God. Angry and rejected, the story teller sought to avenge himself on these prophets. He would take the mild and the bitter tasting prophecies and press and hammer them out of shape and create a boogeyman out of it. Sometimes the boogeyman he created looked human, other times, it looked part human and part animal. Then pointing to the boogeyman figure he would tell horror stories.
“ This man is a Pharisee, a religious freak”, the story teller would say in hushed tones, about the prophet, whose prophecy he had distorted.
Sometimes, as a ventriloquist he would make the boogeyman figure talk, and say frightening things.
When the prophets came to the Booth, to deliver their prophecies, the story teller would shout loud to the people gathering there, “BEWARE, BEWARE BEWARE”. But he never expanded on what to beware of. The immature who gathered there, never bothered to ask, beware of what, and why. They'd get petrified and run and hide. The boogeyman the story teller created, was an imaginary monster to frighten 'children', i.e. immature christians, so that he could get them to do what he wanted.
This story teller would create boogeyman prophecies that made the blood of the immature listeners and viewers curdle. If a true prophet prophesied one earthquake, these story tellers would add 10 more, to it. The boogeyman prophecies were meant to frighten and scare rather than warn people to prepare. Any prophet they did not like, or one who challenged them, about such made up prophecies or insinuations/barbs,which originated from the emotional hurts and rejections, the story teller would create ‘blood curdling boogeyman prophecies’, to turn /frighten people away from true prophets.
Both the vendors were jealous of the crowds that came to the Booth and tried their level best to turn people away from there, to them. They would hang around the Booth, and spy on the goings-on there.
The discerning knew what the candyman and the story teller were up to, so they would come silently to the Booth and pick up that which was there and quickly move away. But there were others there, who found the taste of the edible prophecies inedible. These grumbled and murmured.
And it was these grumblers and murmurers who were the target audiences of the two vendors.
I saw such vendors all over the land. Many church halls were filled to the ceilings with candy floss, whilst in other churches, where the story tellers held sway, people were hiding under chairs and tables, numb and paralyzed with fear, from hearing the boogeyman prophecies.
NEXT:
Now God Spoke to the true prophets and Told them to prepare to move on as He was Going to Take them to a new place.
“And who will go with us to this new place?” asked the prophets of the Lord.
“Those skilled in discernment, who judge not by outward appearance, such will go with you,” Replied the Lord.
“All who eat at the kiosk say they are discerning……………….” said one prophet.
“But are they skilled?” The Lord Asked.
The prophets looked puzzled. They did not personally know all the crowds who gathered at the Booth. They only knew a few. They knew there were many discerning ones who gathered there, as well as the fickle ones, who patronized the Booth as well as the vendors. As the prophets listened to all that the Lord Said, they realized that God was Going to Reveal to them those who were skilled in discernment.
Early the next day, the true prophets gathered opposite the Booth and the Lord Stood in their midst. All the prophets expected the Lord to Point out to them those skilled in discernment.
Many standing at the Booth, waiting for the prophets to come with their prophecies became restless. The prophets were never late. But some in the crowd waited patiently, knowing in their spirit that the prophets would come, at God’s appointed time.
The Lord looked towards the crowd (none could see Him) and nudged a prophet to go to the Booth. The Lord Removed from the prophets’ hands, all the edible prophecies He Had Given them to deliver.
“You will deliver this later,” Said the Lord to His prophets.
Turning to the prophet who stood foremost in the line of prophets, He Nudged him and Said, “Go to the Booth”.
“Lord, shall I walk or run?” asked the prophet.
The Lord Handed him an extremely expensive looking coat, and hat with a bejeweled feather upon it, and Said, “Put this on, and strut all the way to the Booth and back here.”
The prophet nearly choked at the instruction.
“ But Lord………….how can I wear a coat as ostentatious as this ? And strut ?”
The Lord Stood there, Silent.
The prophet knew in his heart that had the Lord Told him to wear a beggar’s robe and crawl, he would have obeyed. So why was he hesitating now?
To his shame, he quickly understood that he was concerned not about obeying God, but the response of those gathered at the Booth, who would see him dressed in regalia.
The prophet took a deep breath, and whispered to himself, “To obey is better than sacrifice,” and quickly put on the ‘ostentatious looking’ robe and hat with feather, and strutted to the Booth.
Many in the crowd on seeing him, were shocked. Their jaws dropped!
The prophet regally strutted, reached the Booth and turned with a flourish and slowly started to walk back towards where the Lord Stood.
“Did ya see the Egyptian robe on him?” said a frequent visitor to the Booth. He was livid. Now, at the instigation and prompting of the boogeyman creator, the angry man quickly scribbled a ‘prophetic warning’ to all and sundry against all prophets found to be wearing such coats.
The offended ones gathered around this angry man and congratulated him on his profound discernment. None had bothered to look closely at the coat or hat or feather. All had been concentrating on the strut.
Now many in the crowd moved away from the Booth and stood next to the vendors, and stared at the prophet, as he strutted away from them.
“And he didn’t even bring a message from the Lord….he just came to strut,” said one disgruntled woman in the crowd.
The prophet had his eyes on the Lord, and cared not for the taunts. Some in the crowd stood silently by watching. Unlike others whose eyes were fixated on the strut, these looked closely at the coat and the hat and the feather, and knew that nothing the prophet was wearing was Egyptian.
Whilst the offended ones walked away, those skilled in discernment remained standing by the Booth. They understood that the Lord Was Conveying a message to them, through this. These would wait patiently at the Booth. A man from the offended crowd, came and put some 'manufactured' prophecies into the hands of one who continued to stand at the Booth. The title of the topmost 'prophecy' read: BEWARE THE EGYPTIAN COAT". The man at the Booth took one look at it and was disgusted. He threw the 'manufactured' prophecies into a nearby trashcan.
"That was no Egyptian coat. Who can make up such filth?" asked the man of another skilled discerner. "The Candyman can and the Boogeyman can", came the reply.
NEXT: I saw that from all those prophets gathered there, the Lord was removing the prophecies that they had readied themselves to deliver, and was Giving unto each tasks such as were uncharacteristic of them. Only when the prophets silently obeyed and did the ‘strange/odd’ tasks and argued not, but went quietly about their way to obey, that the prophecies the Lord Took out of their hands were returned to them.
Here I was reminded of this Scripture from Ezekiel.
Ezekiel 24:27 (King James Version)
27In that day shall thy mouth be opened to him which is escaped, and thou shalt speak, and be no more dumb: and thou shalt be a sign unto them; and they shall know that I am the LORD.
Most prophets were at first, quietly protesting. Each was given a different but all equally odd tasks. All the tasks that I saw given to these prophets reminded me of Peter and Ezekiel and the odd things they and other prophets in the Bible were asked to do. They who had vehemently spoken against merchandisers, were given bags full of goods to go and sell in full sight of all, and such other tasks that ‘seemed’ in direct conflict with all they had preached or prophesied. For a split moment, many of the prophets were concerned about how those to whom their God Given prophecies went, would react. All would have preferred a ‘holy’ looking task. But all resolved in their hearts, after a moment of hesitation, that obedience was better than sacrifice.
As I saw the various strange tasks being handed over to the prophets, I was reminded of Peter, and how he protested before the Lord:
Acts 10:10-16 (King James Version)
10And he became very hungry, and would have eaten: but while they made ready, he fell into a trance,
11And saw heaven opened, and a certain vessel descending upon him, as it had been a great sheet knit at the four corners, and let down to the earth:
12Wherein were all manner of fourfooted beasts of the earth, and wild beasts, and creeping things, and fowls of the air.
13And there came a voice to him, Rise, Peter; kill, and eat.
14But Peter said, Not so, Lord; for I have never eaten any thing that is common or unclean.
15And the voice spake unto him again the second time, What God hath cleansed, that call not thou common.
16This was done thrice: and the vessel was received up again into heaven.
I saw that those who were not offended by what they saw the prophets doing, but discerned that the Lord was Guiding them, in these seemingly ‘bizarre’ looking tasks, such remained unperturbed. But the offended ones joined hands with the boogeyman creator, and concocted frightening stories against the prophets of God.
The prophets were unperturbed by the response of the offended ones, rather they rejoiced and leaped in the air with great joy, for now, they could see the skilled discerners, who stood apart.
For they understood now that where the Lord Was Moving them to next, only those who judged not by outward appearance, but were skilled in discernment, could accompany them. They saw the divine process of elimination underway. They rejoiced that this was the season in which the Lord was Building strong teams comprising of those who having walked closely with Him, were skilled in discernment, and were not swayed by outward appearances but knew how to judge righteous judgment.
As the vision concluded, I saw that there were such Booths, world over.
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
RESPONSE BY-JOE D. LONG Thu, 21 Feb 2008 15:35:33 -0800 (PST)
From: "joe long" pilades07@yahoo.com
Subject: VISION: THE CANDYMAN CAN AND THE BOOGEYMAN CAN
Shalom Swarna,
Indeed, HE is separating the wheat from the chaff!!! HE is calling HIS Chosen Prophets before HIM, and testing them one last time, to see who will be obedient unto HIM... The others have sealed their fate by resisting, twisting, changing and distorting HIS True Word that HIS True Prophets have brought forth... Woe unto them!!!
Below, you will see where I pasted the Battle Hymn of the Republic written by Julia Ward Howe during the civil war...
I was reminded of the first stanza of the song about, "HIM trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored," concerning those who follow after the boogyman and the candy man prophets...
Swarna, I ask that you got to this site and just listen to the music of this powerful song... I know that Julia Ward Howe wrote it concerning the battle of the Civil War, however, Spiritually it applies to HIS Chosen Ones fighting the War against the evil one, and that is how I see it and receive it... I did not get through the first stanza and the tears poured from my eyes and my body was racked with sobs I was so greatly moved!!! Even now my eyes mist over at the spiritual meaning of this song...
I used to think that the United States should have made this song their national anthem, and I still think they should have...
Every child of Elohim can take this song and apply it to the spiritual battle that we have to wage against the enemy... Truly this was inspired of HOLY SPIRIT for this dear woman to write during a time of great distress, agony and shame...!!! What a terrible stain to be upon any nation, a war amongst themselves, killing brothers fathers, sisters and mothers... How terrible!!!
THERE IS EVEN NOW A CIVIL WAR WAGING AMONGST MY PEOPLE SAITH THE HOLY ONE OF YISRAEL, AND I AM WROTH IN MY ANGER, MY FURY, FOR THIS IS NOT WHAT I AM WISHES!!! BEHOLD I COME IN MY FURY SAITH THE HOLY ONE OF YISRAEL AND I WILL MEET OUT MY JUSTICE AND MY RECOMPENSE, AND I WILL SLAY THE WICKED SHEPHERDS WHO HAVE DEVASTATED MY CHURCH, SAITH THE YAHWAH OF HOSTS!!!
I AM WILL MAKE WAR IN JUSTICE AND I AM WILL JUDGE SEVERELY THE HEIRLINGS WHO CALL THEMSELVES SHEPHERDS AND THE FALSE PROPHETS WHO SPEAK LIES IN MY NAME AND LEAD MY PEOPLE ASTRAY!!! BEHOLD THE LIGHTNING OF MY TERRIBLE SWIFT SWORD, FOR IT SHALL COME UPON YOU AND CUT YOU ASUNDER SAITH THE HOLY ONE OF YISRAEL!!!
I AM WEEPING FOR MY PEOPLE SAITH THE HOLY ONE OF YISRAEL, HEAR ME MY PEOPLE, HEAR ME MY PEOPLE, HEAR ME MY PEOPLE!!! I AM COMING IN MY ANGER AND IN MY INDIGNATION AND I WILL SLAY THOSE WHO HAVE TORTURED YOU LO THESE MANY MILLENNIA, AND I AM WILL BRING THEM TO JUSTICE AND THEY SHALL BE PUNISHED FOR ALL OF ETERNITY AND YOU SHALL GAZE UPON THEM FROM A SAFE PLACE... BEHOLD, I AM COME ALSO IN MY LOVE FOR MY BRETHREN, MY PEOPLE, MY FAMILY, MY CHOSEN ONES AND MY BRIDE!!!
LOOK UP AND REJOICE FOR YOUR REDEMPTION DRAWETH NIGH... I AM COMING IN MY GLORY, IN MY SPLENDOR AND IN MY RIGHTEOUSNESS, AND I AM WILL TAKE YOU TO BE FOREVER MORE WITH ME, AND YOU SHALL NO MORE BE ALONE, FOR I AM WILL BE WITH YOU THROUGHOUT THE ETERNITY OF ETERNITIES!!! BEHOLD I SPEAK THE TRUTH, I DO NOT LIE, I AM COME FOR HIS OWN!!! AMEN!!! SO BE IT!!! I AM COME FOR MY OWN!!! AMEN!!! SO BE IT!!! I AM COME FOR MY BRIDE!!! AMEN!!! SO BE IT!!! IT IS DONE...............~
yosef~
P.S. Swarna, as I was listing to the music of the Battle Hymn of the Republic, the Spirit of Prophecy came upon me and the tears flowed like a river and these words came forth as I sobbed and I sensed the heat of HOLY SPIRIT so hot upon my head and shoulders, a very intense heat!!! These are the words from the heart of YAHSHUAH that HE has spoken through me, for HIS Body and for anyone who will read and heed!!! Amen!!! I am so humbled, that HE would use someone such as me... I Love HIM so!!!
I pray that HE leads you to post these prophetic Words that HE has just given through me... Swarna, I sensed the grief in HIS heart at the desolation that going on spiritually as well as in the natural!!! HE is so grieved, and HE so loves all the people, and HE desires that none perish, but to those who have made their choice, HE has no recourse but to judge............ Se'lah~
Julia W. Howe (1819-1910)
Words: Julia W. Howe, 1861, alt.
This hymn was born during the American civil war, when Howe visited a Union Army camp on the Potomac River near Washington, D. C. She heard the soldiers singing the song “John Brown’s Body,” and was taken with the strong marching beat. She wrote the words the next day:
I awoke in the grey of the morning, and as I lay waiting for dawn, the long lines of the desired poem began to entwine themselves in my mind, and I said to myself, “I must get up and write these verses, lest I fall asleep and forget them!” So I sprang out of bed and in the dimness found an old stump of a pen, which I remembered using the day before. I scrawled the verses almost without looking at the paper.
The hymn appeared in the Atlantic Monthly in 1862. It was sung at the funerals of British statesman Winston Churchill, American senator Robert Kennedy, and American presidents Ronald Reagan and Richard Nixon.
Music: John Brown’s Body, possibly by John William Steffe (MIDI, score). John Brown was an American abolitionist who led a short lived insurrection to free the slaves.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free;
[originally …let us die to make men free]
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
YAHSHUAH is the sole expression of the glory of Elohim, the Light-being, the out-raying or radiance of the divine, and HE is the perfect imprint and very image of Elohim's nature. Heb 1:3a
I saw that to my left and to my right were fields.
2 rows of barbed wire running through the length of the fields, divided them. Between the two rows of the barbed wire was a trench filled with dark water. This trench also stretched through the length of the fields. It would be difficult for anyone from either side to cross to the other field. The field to my left, was unplowed, and looked more like an open ground used for camping.
The ground looked bald, with just a few tufts of grass here and there. The people in this field looked strange. Though they were people who lived in the modern times, they wore clothes, from another era, the 1920’s, which reminded me of a movie from the 1970’s, ‘The Great Gatsby”.
All their clothes were either of nylon, or other machine manufactured materials.
These people appeared unconcerned about anything beyond their own surroundings. They were wining and dining, and had pick-nicks all the day long. The people stood scattered in this large field. A few here, a few there.
To the extreme left was a wide road and a distance away from where the people stood, were several mounts. I saw that under the mounts coiled up, was a very large snake , light green in color. From the pores in it’s skin, like fountains, came forth what looked like shredded paper.
This varied colored shredded paper, when piled up in those mounts, looked, from a distance, like various types of grains.
These folks in their 1920’s garb, were convinced that all the mounts they saw at a distance from them, was grains. These ‘paper grains’ shimmered in the sun and the folks in this field, called these grains, ‘the supernatural provision of God’. None bothered to go examine the grains. They were too busy partying.
The field to the right was beautiful. The people there were dressed in farming clothes, and had been busy, as wise husbandmen, ploughing and harvesting.
In times past they had shouted to those in the field on the left, to get busy and work their fields.
But the folks in the field on the left had laughed and mocked at them, “ We do not believe in works, we believe in the supernatural, look…………” said a woman wearing a white dress with black trimmings, hat and gloves, and pointing to the mounts, “ We have been provided for, SUPERNATURALLY, we don’t have to toil as peasants, all the work has been done, we neither toiled nor spun, but look, just look at those shining mounts of grains. There’s enough there to feed us forever”.
All the farmers in the field, had at first persisted in their warnings, but were later instructed to simply concentrate on the work at hand. Between the barbed wires stood some farmers, who had been selected to continue warning the folks on the left.
“ Examine your grains, work your fields, time is short,” they shouted, but instead the folks on the left, pelted them with stones and shouted “ Get away from us, you peasants, you preachers of works, can’t you see, this grain has been provided for us, once and for all, so that we need never work as long as we live? Look how the grain shines in the sun, compare it to your mounts of grain that you’re toiling so hard to mount up, does it glitter? Does it shine? Does your grain look as light and fluffy as ours? Rather YOU now listen to US, give up your works, and come join us, and live life SUPERNATURALLY, like we do.” In this way they would laugh and mock and scorn at the farmers.
On the right, I saw that the farmers continued to work. The grain they had harvested in the field was piled up in mounts.
Suddenly, the farmers who had been sitting on the ground, resting awhile, rose up with some urgency and rushed to mounts of grains. Horse drawn wagons appeared and all the grain was loaded, as if all at once.
The folks on the left, laughed and mocked, “Hey, what’s your hurry?”
None of the farmers heard their question; they were far too busy, moving.
Now many things appeared to be happening all at once, without warning.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the folks in the field to the left, ran to the grain, hoping to load it on trucks and tractors, or any vehicle they could find, but as the wind blew, they could only stand and watch in horror as the ‘paper grain’ was blown away, and the long snake, that had lain coiled beneath was revealed.
Before they could think about what to do next, a wave as high as the sky, swept all these folks away.
I saw that the farmers had long since suddenly disappeared with their grain.
NEXT:
To the North West, I saw barns, standing a hundred feet high, on stilts. The exterior looked like log cabins, but inside these barns, the walls and floor were lined with gold.
The first thing that these farmers did was to thank God that they were all accounted for and safe, then they roasted some grains and ate it with joyfulness of heart. There was much rejoicing within these barns. They sang, they danced, they ate.
I saw that there was no chimney though there was a fire to cook within these barns. I saw that instead of smoke, what emanated from the crystal-clear roof, was a sweet aroma of the roasting grain. That aroma would attract those that were lost in flood, to the safety of the barns.
Meanwhile, outside I saw the folks who had been caught by the sudden flood, floating in the water, clutching at anything they could find, to save their dear lives.
Some managed to swim all the way to the barns.
I saw that the barns were many all standing a 100 feet high, on stilts. All looked like log cabins from the outside but were lined with gold within.
At first, each barn looked like a separate unit, but suddenly I saw a covered passageway appear between them all, and they became interconnected. So now, the farmers were not constrained in small spaces, but could freely move about between barns, much like interconnecting cars on trains.
Now the folks, who survived the flood, swam to the barns. The barns were very visible in the flood, and the aroma of the roasted grain directed those who could not see, to the barns. The swimmers found the barns and they clutched on to the stilts. As they climbed up, to escape the flood which was forty foot high, suddenly a mezzanine floor appeared, sixty feet above ground. The flood escapees climbed up on it and dwelt there, in safety.
Though the sides of the mezzanine floor were open, nonetheless, the escapees were protected from the flood waters.
From a hatch above, food was released to them, and it was ample for their survival. After a while, another wider hatch, to the right, was shown to the escapees. They simply had to knock, and the hatch would open and they could join the farmers, in their barns.
Now I saw that this was the exact same scene under all the barns.
Most of the escapees felt too proud to join the farmers, as they were afraid that they’d be chided with an “I-told-you-so”, and that, they were in no mood to hear. Also they did not want to lead the disciplined life that the farmers led. These folks did not like waking up early. After a while, they were now sensing a certain freedom on this mezzanine floor. They could wake up when they liked, and do as they pleased within these parameters. Food was flowing freely, so why join the farmers?
As they stubbornly stuck to their routine life on the mezzanine floor, I saw that the food which came through the hatch, now decreased, and only rationed amounts of food and water was sent down through the hatch. I saw that when the rations decreased a few did knock on the hatch to the right and were taken up.
I saw that all this was happening divinely, as the farmers up in the barns were not aware of the folks on the mezzanine floor. The farmers only knew of the escapees, who came up via ladders they sent down in the west, on request from the escapees, or those who appeared through the hatch from the eastern side.
The farmers were unaware that such mezzanine floors existed at all.
As the escapees, who refused to join the farmers, remained on the mezzanine floor, they saw the food rations decrease day by day. Yet, they consoled themselves that as soon as the flood cleared, they would leave and go find some green pastures.
The flood did recede.
Seeing the floods rapidly recede some jumped off the mezzanine floor, into the water, but the flood receded at such speed, that the escapees were now stuck in the mud.
Now immediately following the flood came a heat wave that was life-threatening. Inside the barns, life was normal, the temperatures were comfortable and life was cozy.
Numbers inside the barns were increasing, and life was busy.
Nonetheless, inspite of the rationed food, and the intense heat, the few on the mezzanine floor, survived. They kept waiting for the season to change, the weather to clear, so that they could be out in the open, to live freely.
Then suddenly, the sun shone, and it was beautiful as spring-time. Little yellow flowers appeared on the horizon, all looked sunny and green.
Those in the barns had not been able to look out to see what was happening, but they knew within them, generally, what was going on outside, as regards the weather.
But now for a moment in time, they were allowed to look out and see this beautiful spring-day.
Yet none among the farmers felt led to move out of the barns. They were waiting for instructions from the Lord. Then they heard the Lord Instruct them to stay put. Without further questions, they turned their gaze from the spring day that they had been looking at and returned to their normal work.
But those on the mezzanine floor were ecstatic when they saw the spring day. They very carefully climbed down from the mezzanine floor and walked away.
As I watched them walk away from the barns, through the green fields, suddenly without warning, came an avalanche of snow and escapees were buried under it, and there they lay, frozen.
NEXT:
As the vision concluded, I saw now that there were an abundance of such barns, world over. Such barns even stretched into the sea, where they stood tall, as lighthouses.
People who were escaping shipwrecks could see the barns in the dark, and made their way to them.
Such people were pulled up to safety and there was always room enough and food enough for those rescued. There was no lack of food, water, wine, light.
Strangely, I saw that not all who came to the barns in the sea were those looking to be rescued. I saw several pirate ships, anchor near the barns, threatening the farmers to hand over the food.
The farmers laughed. They were unafraid. They knew that the barns were simply too high for the pirates to climb. ( The barns in the sea, were higher than those on land). If the pirates even attempted to climb, they would fall and break their backs.
