Dream 9

Dream 9

I fell asleep for 6 minutes. All of what you’re about to read happened in real time yet it only took me 6 minutes to dream it.

I have not checked the biblical consistency on this one because i don’t quite understand all that the Seraphim said to me.

It would be very helpful if those of you who can grasp what he says can make sure that it lines up with what the Bible says.

Get ready to have your socks blown off!

Dream 9

I am in the Overcomers Tabernacle from the first dream. The auditorium is empty. I stand with my back to the stage facing two thousand tables with seven empty chairs around each table. The roof is very high. This is basically a massive warehouse. From the walls, heavy curtains hang in layers from ceiling to floor. Everything smells new. I can smell the glue from the industrial carpets. I can hear the sounds of the building settling, creaking and ticking. I know that I am really here. I am physically standing in what is yet to be built.

I jump as builder speaks from behind me.

Builder:

“Prepare yourself son of sorrow. Zaphkiel draws near. It has taken 19 days and eight legions of Angels to bring him here so that you may feel the full import of how this place is to be built.”

Me:

“Am I really here, as in physically or is this a dream?”

Builder:

“It is both. Your physical body is not in danger. But you are here as I am here. Tonight, 15 hours hence will be the first night of the unification. ”

I glance at the huge clock on the back wall and see that it is just past three in the morning.

Suddenly I hear the sound of a massive battle in the air above the tabernacle. Metal on metal, metal on flesh, roars and shouts, fluttering wings. My imagination conjures the worst of images and adrenalin starts to pump through my veins. I try to take deep breaths to still my pounding heart but I am afraid. The noise is deafening, like massive hailstones hitting a tin roof.

Builder raises his voice above the cacophony.

Builder:

“Zaphkiel has arrived, do not worship him!”

Suddenly hundreds of large Angels, all two heads taller than I, carrying flaming swords, pass through the roof as if it were not there. They rapidly descend and position themselves around the building facing outwards with their backs to us. The utter coolness of what just happened makes me laugh like a little boy. I am sorely tempted to jump up and down clapping my hands, hooting and hollering but I control myself and am content with an idiotic grin on my face. These are the elite of the Angelic host, their competence obvious in every movement.

Builder shouts again:

“Cherubim! Guardians of Eden, the throne room and of the Seraphim. Neither Angel nor demon has appetite to tangle with them! You will be safe from what rages outside. A clear path has been cut from heaven. Here comes Zaphkiel, Archangel, Captain in heaven’s throne room, Seraphim!”

Zaphkiel arrives in a streak of light and stops before me without a sound. He is massive. Not nearly as big as Michael but massive. His head is just below the Auditorium roof which I estimate to be almost 40 meters high. Light streams out of him in every direction so brightly that I have to shield my eyes. He has a lot of wings. I can’t count them because of the light but two are huge and he others are a lot smaller. He has no feet, but neither hovers nor floats. He simply positions himself so that he does not touch the ground. Every part of me wants to fall down and worship him. If Builder had not cautioned me, I would have thought it was Jesus. And then the thought hits me. Is Lucifer not the Angel of Light? Am I not being tricked into some elaborate demonic scheme. I close my eyes and speak boldly, belying the fear that I might be standing before the most evil creature in all of existence.

Me:

“How do I know that you are not Lucifer?”

Zaphkiel:

“Jesus Christ is Lord.”

The words are spoken in the most beautiful harmonies I could ever express. His voice is like an entire choir, perfect in tune and tone. I drop to my knees, not in awe of this Angel but suddenly aware of the majesty of the son of God. I close my eyes and begin to sing “Holy, holy, holy, is the LORD of hosts, holy, holy, holy, is the LORD God Almighty!”

Every voice joins me. Builder, the Cherubim, Zaphkiel, thousands of voices outside the Tabernacle. We sing for almost an hour and Zaphkiel shines so brightly that I have to turn my back on him. The atmosphere is incredible, I can literally feel every care slide off my soul. All I want is this presence for all of eternity. There is no doubt in my mind that the Holy Spirit is here, filling every crease of his place with his presence. I don’t want to stop but I know we have to, I have to let Zaphkiel speak. I reluctantly turn around with shielded eyes and wait.

Zaphkiel:

“Son of sorrow. Do you see a sword in my hand?”

His voice is so overwhelming that I don’t want to speak. The perfect harmonies make me want to worship again.

It comes out as a croaked whisper.

“I do not.”

Zaphkiel:

“Son of sorrow. Do you hear the sounds of battle outside?”

I listen and realize that it is completely quiet, aside from the softly flickering muted roar of the flames on those huge swords.

Zaphkiel:

“Behold the power of worship! Chains fall, captives are set free, and foes flee before you. The air is cleared so that what is written may be manifest.”

As if sung by a choir, his words soar through the air in the tabernacle.

Zaphkiel:

” In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. And the word became flesh and dwelt among you. And this word is the way, the truth and the life. No one shall get to the Father except through this word. For that which is flesh is flesh and that which is spirit is the word manifest in its purest form. It is only when man is the word manifest that the will of the son is made manifest upon this earth. Outside of the word there can be no unity. You cannot be one as we are one for you do not speak as we speak. That which is spoken is made manifest and all that is created is first spoken.”

I have no idea what he just said but it sounded so beautiful that I just keep listening.

Zaphkiel:

“The sons of God speak with the voice of God and thus with the authority of God. For if God has spoken the word and you have spoken the word then the words are not yours but God’s. Every knee shall bow and every tongue confess that the word is Lord. For Jesus Christ and his words are the same. In his words you find the purest integrity. They are Him and He is them. It is to His word that we bow as we bow to his glory for His word and his glory are the same.”

Builder speaks from next to me.

“I will be present when you record this son of sorrow, be not concerned. Every word will be recorded as it is spoken.”

I sigh in relief. Understanding what Zaphkiel is saying is one thing, remembering it is another. And right now I neither understand nor remember anything that has been said.

Zaphkiel:

“I shall remain in this place as long as the word remains in this place. And when what is said and sung is the word made manifest, shall all in this place pass between here and the throne room. The Cherubim shall remain as long as the word is pure. I can only remain while they remain. For it was the corruption of the word that caused your eviction from Eden. Know this son of sorrow. It has never been the impurity of man that has separated him from God, but his disobedience to the word. There is nothing that can separate you from the love of God and you are loved with a fierce love that transcends all understanding and shakes the very universe to the core but God is his word and the word is God and you cannot be in God if you are not in line with his word. Thus did the son come and be the lamb that did atone for the disobedience of man. And upon the cross did he say ‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do.’ For outside of the word you do not know what you do not know. You are like lost sheep crying for a shepherd. And many false Shepherds and hirelings come, leading you astray, creating flocks in their own image, and twisting the word as the deceiver twists the word, leading you to speak the word of this world.”

Zaphkiel:

“There is no unity with God outside of His word. He can do no mighty work on this earth except where his word is God. For the word is God and the word is with God. All things are made by the word; and without the word was is not anything made that is made. In the word is life; and the life of the word is the light of men.

And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.”

Zaphkiel:

“Hear this word son of sorrow. Nothing but the word can push back darkness for nothing but the word has the power of God so purely and clearly. Every word that proceeds from your mouth is either confirmation or contestation. Sweet and bitter water cannot flow from the same spring. Neither can confirmation and contestation flow from the same lips. With each contestation is every preceding confirmation poisoned and thus must the old wineskin be replaced with a new one. All that must be spoken must be in confirmation of the word. All that must be spoken must say yay and Amen. Thus must this revelation be written upon every wall of this tabernacle. For you are the body but your words are in contestation so the body is without limbs. If all in every Ecclesia speak only the word and manifest what is written and spoken, unity will abound. You will be one as we are one. This place is for that purpose. Here will you practice to speak as one and here will the word be treated as sacred and holy and here shall paradigms be shifted from will to word. Upon this land shall the word be loved, celebrated, experienced and prayed. From here shall the captains of hundreds and the captains of thousands go forth and bring the reverence for the word to their sheep. And so shall you all learn to speak as God, with the voice of God and the heart of God. For he and His word are the same.”

Me:

“So every fear statement cancels every faith statement?”

Zaphkiel:

“Fear is but contestation of the word made manifest. To fear is to be ignorant of the word or in rebellion against the word. The spirit of fear is not of God and not from God. It is in unity with the word that power, love and the sound mind are made manifest. For if the word is considered Holy and revered above circumstance and feeling, then shall the power of the word produce the desired fruit. It is in reverence of the word and confirmation of the word that unconditional love is made possible. With the wisdom of man, most things are impossible but through the word manifest all things are possible. For to be with the word is to be with God. That is to say, to be aligned with the word is to be aligned with God.”

Builder:

“When it is time for the architect and interior designer, I shall speak to their spirits of what Zaphkiel desires in this room. Speak the word, pray the word, sing the word and what you have seen here shall be commonplace. Now must you awaken and record all that Zaphkiel has spoken.”

It is 01:22 on the 29/07/2016.

I fell asleep at 11:45 and woke up at 12:01.

This entire dream took place in 6 minutes and it took me just over an hour to record it. I think it will take a few months to grasp what was spoken here but I wish you were all with me to hear what Seraphim’s voice sounds like.

Never have I been so convinced of the reality of all that the Bible says as now. There is a God. There are Angels and there is a Devil.

Dream 10

I cannot begin to explain what this dream has done inside my soul. The revelation is so powerful that every doubt in the existence of God has been wiped from my mind. All I have ever wanted is to know that there is a God and that he actually has some kind of plan that does not involve vague bible verses and terrible answers to the horrible injustices that are this world. Read and pray in the spirit as you go. This is not for the faint hearted!