I stand with Uriel overlooking the waters of the river in front of us.
The prayer path is under my feet. It might be my imagination but it literally feels like raw power coursing through my legs. I look down at the scripture under me:
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.’
“How is it possible that the prayer path literally has power in it?”
“As with the hem of Jesus’ garment and with handkerchiefs and aprons in the book of acts and with the bones of Elisha so can faith and anointing be concentrated into one object.”
“That sounds like some kind of crazy new age or occultic nonsense and at the very least the twisting of the scriptures!”
“Faith is the power to re-organize the smallest molecule of what is seen by holding onto the picture of the unseen. It is the substance of what you hope for and the evidence of what you can see in the spirit.
Substance is a physical material. Substance is that which can be touched in this realm of all that is created. You need substance to prove to your soul that the things you bring forth from the spirit are truly forthcoming. Each minuscule act of faith builds upon each next miniscule act of faith, increasing your faith with momentum until you are so filled with faith that you can command molecules to do your will. This physical realm has certain rules to limit the extent of man’s manipulation of physical matter but you can do a lot more than you think you can. Like walk on water, heal the sick and relocate from one place to another in the blink of an eye.”
“Concerning the prayer path: Certain scriptures might have more power than others depending on how many intercessors focus on each one. But that power is exponentially multiplied when a man hears of this and comes to a certain stone in the path with expectation. For expectation is the driving force of faith. If a man expects a handkerchief to heal him, it is not the handkerchief that heals him, but his faith in the handkerchief. Faith then in itself is the healer.
Know then that it rains upon both righteous and unrighteous and the Father has gifted both believer and unbeliever with equal measures of faith. Faith is like gravity and oxygen. It comes as a standard law and element that every created thing has access to.”
“That explains why motivational speakers, gurus and occultists can do miracles.”
“God is not an exclusivist. It is not He that rejects man, it is man who rejects God. Every beautiful created thing is made for all of mankind so that they may see the goodness of God and come to repentance. So is faith created for all of mankind but to the believer is a large measure of revelation available for the increase of faith.”
“Wow. So if I have faith that a potato can heal me, my faith heals me, not the potato?”
“That humor again son of sorrow. It is good to see you in high spirits. You are more or less correct. The potato can be altered at a molecular level to aid your faith. This is what the anointing of God does. It enables a king to be a better king, a prophet to be a better prophet…”
I interrupt him.
“And a potato to give more faith?”
“You think this untrue? When next you minister, take a chair and place it before a crowd. Publicly command the chair to increase the faith of all who sit upon it. Know that hearing is more powerful than reading and doing is more powerful than hearing. Now lay your hands upon that chair. You will simultaneously increase the faith of all who come to sit upon the chair and you will have great effect on the properties of the chair itself.
It was not Jesus who changed, it was the water beneath His feet. In the same way shall every scripture upon the prayer path be changed when you walk upon them.”
“And you are giving me the seed of the faith required to make that happen right now?”
“That is correct. Both seed and revelation son of sorrow. Many intercessors and every one of the five-fold will bring power to the stones beneath their feet. You will see miracles upon the prayer paths around the world. This is necessary to increase the faith of the saints so that they may go and bring power to their very homes as they meet house to house. And they shall do great miracles even in the streets.”
I suddenly feel a pull on my spirit, like a massive magnet pulling at every fiber of my being.
“Your greatest temptation comes. You are well able son of sorrow. I cannot be with you but know that all of creation must submit to the words of the son. And know that with faith, you can achieve and receive much more than any demon can offer you!”
It is like whiplash. I am violently pulled across the world like a ragdoll and suddenly stand on a mountain, eye level with a colossal demon.
He is as tall as Michael. Feet somewhere in the valley below the mountain and head in the clouds where the peak of this mountain rests.
“Courier. Good to see you.”
His voice is pleasant, conversational, friendly. I am somewhat taken aback. His face is softer than the other demons I have seen, his eyes fatherly with a noble nose and touches of grey at his temples where a neat haircut give him an aristocratic air. Standing before me is the picture of the powerful father figure we all want. The mentor that has the power to make your dreams come true and notice you in a crowd. I am enamored.
I want him to talk some more, I want to stay on this mountain forever. I want him to say how good it is to see me over and over. Every previous rejection in my life seems to fade in his presence. For none that I have ever served come close to the one who stands before me.
The demon smiles a friendly, powerful smile at me.
“You have suffered much courier. Know that I have seen your great heart and your many trials and have waited eagerly for our meeting.”
Oh wow! This incredible being not only knows me but has waited to meet me. Every inch of my soul that desires to be special cries out for more attention. I want to bow my knee and serve this being with all my heart.
“I have many names, those who dabble in the occult have given me a name that I rather like. You may call me Lucifuge. It sounds like my Lord’s name does it not?”
He has asked me if I like his name… I am special.
“It is a strong name sir!”
The demon laughs.
“No need for titles here courier. Call me by my name, I am here to serve you. Do you not know that you outrank me? Do you not know that soon my lord will know your name? You will be one of our greatest champions!”
Now I feel special. Set apart. Chosen.
“Wow. Um. What am I a champion for?”
“Our lord is an Angel of light. Completely misrepresented in the scriptures and in media. He loves and rewards those who serve him with great rewards and riches. He does not torture his people or abandon them to persecution like the Father does. Mankind chooses to do evil and all is laid at the feet of my master.
All that King Lucifer desires is that the Father is exposed for the cruel creator that he truly is. Playing games with mankind and Angel alike. He has the power to heal every sickness, yet does not. He has the power to feed every child, yet does not. He has the power to provide for his children, but does not.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely and the Father has shown this to be true.
There is a way around this though.
He has given humanity free will, which is the power to reject the Father completely and establish a loving, peaceful earth under the rule of the Angel of light.
Think on these things courier: Have you ever seen the Father really step in and provide for you? Does He ever look after his children?
The son himself commands you to have nothing. Thankfully many pastors take my council and keep riches for themselves and build empires that worship their every word. For what is the use of living this life as a poor slave to a cruel God?
By your accent I hear that you are from South Africa, which means you are to unite churches against us.
Do not do it courier. You must not halt the spread of the kingdom of light. Join us and I will give you such riches and power that you will be able to bring love and peace to millions.
To the Father you are nothing but a courier. To us you will be a mighty general! You will be blessed until your dying day which will be as an old man, fulfilled and happy.”
His eyes are soft, concerned, pleading. I don’t want to let him down. And he has a very good point about how I have had to live a life of sacrifice, persecution and rejection for so long. The temptation is powerful.
“In as much as I love the idea of a three-kilometer-tall father figure serving me and making me feel special like the chosen child of an adventure movie, I must politely decline your offer.
It is written ‘thou shalt serve no other gods before Me’ and ‘worship no idols’ and ‘call no man Father for you only have one father.’
Your offer is extremely tempting but I have seen what your ‘kingdom of light’ looks like. You kill babies in the womb, lie indiscriminately and starve billions.”
The demon seems unfazed. But smiles at me in the way a father smiles at a petulant son.
“There will always be those in power and those who serve the powerful. Join us and you will be served by millions. If your concern is that we will turn on you, know that we require testimonies of our integrity so that others like you will feel safe to take what we offer. You will die a happy, powerful man, old and happy.”
Suddenly images of presidents, pop stars, movie actors, billionaires, famous preachers and many other recognizable faces flash before my eyes.
“We keep our word to our elite. Join us. Become our courier. You are special.
Do you know the power of money? It causes the greatest of men to bow before you. It causes men and women alike to throw their morality to the wind. Mankind bows before it. Even ministers will give special treatment to the big givers and even change their sermons so that those with wealth are not offended. Join us and experience the power of wealth. Influence presidents and hang out with superstars. Take whatever is in your imagination and manifest it, this is the power of money!”
“No. I serve only Jesus Christ and will not chain myself to mammon.”
“Then you leave us no option but to kill you.”
“You think I care about whether I live or die? You think this earth has anything I want? You think I want another father figure to hang the threat of rejection over my head? I live only to do the will of my Father. If He deems the time right for me to die then so be it.”
“You sound depressed; we can fix that very easily. No more deferred hope, no more sacrifice, no more humiliation. You will never have to ask anyone for anything ever again.”
“I don’t want to be fixed. I only want to be obedient. If you have been watching me like you say you have you would know that there is nothing left of me. I want nothing. I celebrate nothing. I don’t care if I live or die. Your minions did a great job destroying me but all they did was turn me into a dead man walking. For me there is only the will of the Father and the commands of the son. You have nothing to offer me.”
“The Search has begun. We will find your name and then we shall find your body and then we will take your head.”
“My life is no longer my own. Do what you must but know that I will not turn from the Father.”
“When no resource comes in for the vision shown to the courier, the courier shall come to the Angel of light and there shall the courier be celebrated as a son of the kingdom of light.
We will find out who and where you are courier and we shall close the hearts of all who can contribute and you shall come back to us. Know that as the prodigal son had a waiting father, so do you have a waiting father. We await your return with expectant hearts. Your clock runs out on the 25 September 2016. Until then you have grace. For we are forgiving and understanding. Your death will not be because we hate you, simply because you declare yourself an enemy.”
“God will pay for this vision himself if He has to. And he will send the manpower and intercessors that we need and the gates of hell will not prevail against us!”
I am on the prayer path with Uriel.
The river runs peacefully past us.
“It may be a stupid question. But if I am just to write down what I am told, why is this such a big deal for the kingdom of darkness? Why go to so much trouble for a glorified clerk?”
“The qualifications necessary for the role of courier make you an extremely valuable asset to the enemy. Those who can see the spiritual realm and record instructions accurately are able to lead many astray. There are not many who can see us without being puffed up in self-importance. Your brokenness makes you very unique. The enemy knows this and appeals to everything that broke you. It is this way for every saint. They are all tempted by the things that might bring relief from pain.
This is the reason so much pain is inflicted by the enemy. So that relief might be offered as a temptation.”
“How many ministers get tempted like this?”
“All. Very few have face to face meetings as you do but all are tempted equally.”
“I understand. So my imagination is the asset?”
“Imagination is rejected my most churches and completely embraced by the kingdom of darkness. It is thus because those with practiced imagination have greater access to the spiritual realm. All of mankind have imaginations. Very few use what they are given. The kingdom of darkness actively searches out the dreamers and seduces them so that they are kept from advancing the kingdom of God. To discourage dreamers is a great sin and causes much pain, frustration and delay in the kingdom of God. Celebrate the dreamers, encourage and aid them to fulfill what they see. Raise the children to dream great dreams. For this is how the kingdom of heaven will expand upon this earth. Big dreamers with great faith!
The kingdom is all son of sorrow! Inspire all who have ears to hear to dream bigger and let loose their imaginations!
Hold true to your assignment and do not fall to temptation.
Never forget that the enemy masquerades and an Angel of light. Nothing more. He is the father of lies.”
“The kingdom is all!”
I wake up.