Dream 16
I stand in a desert. Days take an hour to pass. I swing from blistering heat to freezing cold rapidly, over and over. One hour day, one hour night, one hour day, one hour night… Blistering heat, freezing cold, blistering heat, freezing cold.
The cycle hammers my physical body but it is my spirt that suffers most.
I begin to dear the coming of day when it is night and the coming of night when it is day. Anxiety rips at my chest with each predicted terror and now I begin to fear things that might be.
What if snakes and scorpions find me at night? What if a hungry Lion finds me at day.
The loneliness overwhelms me, fears overtake me. I begin to walk, too weak to run.
Imagined things creep below the surface of the sand and stalk in the shivering horizon.
I walk for days, hot, cold, hot, cold, hot cold, terror, anxiety, suppressed fear, false joy, back to terror.
I stumble into an Oasis in the middle of the desert. People are there. Splashing in the water, sun bathing on deck chairs, laughing and smiling.
I crawl to the side of the pool and take tentative sips.
Someone helps me up and leads me to a tented clinic. Many others sit there, looking around in terror as I do. A doctor begins to tend to my blisters and dehydration.
Even sitting there, hot cold continues, anxiety and terror continues. Even the smile of gratitude on my face feels fake as my eyes shift nervously from side to side.
I don’t fit here with these happy people. They are oblivious to the dangers and hellish day night cycles in the desert around them. Their laughter grates upon my soul scornfully. Their warm greetings and caring hugs suspicious to me.
Me:
“How do these play so at the pool when such terrors are just beyond the nearest sand dune?”
I sit in the Oasis, drinking clean water, eating wholesome food, in constant terror of imagined things that creep and stalk.
What if they find me here? What if this is all mirage. What if I am to back i to the desert.
Someone close by mentions the desert in passing conversation. People laugh at something. Just hearing the word triggers anxiety and I bite down on my teeth and clench my fists waiting for the Lion to strike. Anxiety floods all that I am and But I stand there fitting in as best I can with the Oasis people, hiding hell behind eyes and smile.
Gently does Uriel coax me from the hell that is so real in my mind.
With softly spoken word, filled with love, am I drawn away from both imagined terror and genuine laughter to a place of neutral peace.
Uriel:
(Whispered) “Son of sorrow.”
He gently repeats the whisper a few times before I blink my eyes at him. I am crying inwardly, tearlessly. I cannot see his face. I can never see any of their faces. I do know that he loves and cares as the father loves and cares.
Uriel:
“Many walk the desert of contestation. And there do they find things unreal against which they struggle, some eternally. All fears are rational fears for fear is of the word of the deceiver. Fear is contestation of the word of love, who is God. For fear seeks to strip you of love and power and sound thinking. And fear harnesses the power of the word made counterfeit to manifest as faith manifests. For all that you fear is real to you. That which is in the spirit is as real as that which is in the flesh. Do not scorn those who wrestle with things imagined or unseen, for all is real and all must be Overcome with the blood of the lamb, word of their testimony and disregarding of their own lives. For physical life exists in the realm of mammon. And death of self is death to the economy of mammon.
The product of love for the son, who is the word made manifest, is abundance in all things of true worth – peace, joy, love. The product of fear, which is from the word of the deceiver, is death, theft and destruction. Death of peace, death of joy, destruction of joy unto the production of counterfeit joy.
They who walk in fear run constantly from things that do not exist. For in their minds is love not enough. Every thought and action is to earn their place among those in the Oasis. In fear of rejection do they say ‘maybe if I wear thus, or drive thus, or am seen with this person, or live in this house or have these looks… Maybe then shall they believe my smile.’
And when achieving such worldly goods, and seeing that those in the Oasis have not changed in how they love and accept do those in fear turn towards the desert saying: ‘Love and acceptance are not enough. We must have all that is needed to fight off things that creep and crawl and stalk.’
And then do they shout to the desert. ‘Come all who are weary. See how this wrist watch shines, see how these clothes fit so well. See how this hairstyle compliments this tie. Come and have these things and I shall be friend to you.’
For the desert of sorrow and its children cannot easily accept that there are no snakes or scorpions or Lions here. Neither real nor imagined. And in confirmation of fear do they contend against love lest love hide things that creep and crawl. For fear makes all real as love makes all real and love tainted with fear is not yet love, but a heart infected with fear. Like cancer upon the soul does fear sit, projecting things that creep and things that stalk into the spirit, overriding trust at times, and fearing love itself.
And with slitted eyes and jealous hearts do they look upon the sons of legacy who have never been in the desert. These sons of legacy who have been raised in this Oasis, never experiencing true terror as the sons of sorrow, these sons of abundant love and fullness of grace. Born into the Oasis but not yet reborn into the love of the Father. These sons of the Oasis, hungry to be one with the Father but doubtful of his existence. These sons of the Oasis, aware of the evil of the economy of mammon and hungry for its downfall.
Listen well son of sorrow:
All fear is rational for all that is imagined is real to the heart. The battle that must be one is not against fear itself. For the spirit of fear was defeated upon the cross in a decisive display of the power of unfettered love.
The battle is to accept love. For God is love and God is the word and to love the word is to love God. And to be loved by the word is to be loved by God. And the words of Jesus, who is the word made manifest are words of love made manifest. Trust every word, embrace every word. Define a new rationality by every word. For the Father knows the brokenness of your heart and hungers to heal it through is son and through the body of his son, who are the body of Christ.
Take now a deep breath and listen with thy spirit.”
Builder:
“For many sons of God will be taken through the desert of sorrow that they may reach all who walk those sands. For a great multitude walk there and cannot comprehend the Oasis of the love if God. Indeed, the multitudes who walk there are enthralled by the economy of mammon. With hearts filled with anxiety and minds blinded by fear do they stand there where time passes so quickly and life is slavery to supply and demand.
It is the heart of the deceiver that those in the desert of sorrow do not see the passing of time. That their distraction is so great that they never lay eyes of revelation upon the Oasis. It is a strategy by the evil one to make this earth into his own image. Here, in this desert, will no son of the Oasis be heard. Here will they only hear the voices of the sons of sorrow. For here is no truth welcomed, only deceit. And only when the fruit of deceit is revealed by the word of the testimonies of those who have been healed shall the ears and eyes of those lost in this desert be opened.
See how they raise their children in fear of this desert? See how they protect their children from imagined dangers. See how they raise their children with the spirit of fear?
Taste now the bitter taste of all you have seen and heard in this desert. Know now that all here have that same taste in their mouth.
To bring them out of this darkness and into the glorious light must you first be in the glorious light thyself.
For here in this desert is terror so constant that only those who shine brightest might pierce the cold nights.
And only in the coldest of nights will they move towards the warmth that is the glory of God upon you. And drawing near shall they see that this light comes from the sons of sorrow and thus feel safe to come closer.
And upon their arrival must only the words of the son made manifest be spoken with great love.
For there is only one way, one truth and one life and he is Jesus the Christ. Love made manifest, word made manifest, spirit made manifest, Father made manifest. And when his words are spoken with the love of the father does all terror flee and is every mind transformed away from the patterns of the economy of mammon.
Do not bring mammon or its rewards near thy lips. For you(plural) are the temple of the Holy Spirit and you are declared righteous and holy and beloved and worthy. Let none earn thy love for freely you have received and freely must you give.
There is only healing in the revelation of the word of the Father’s love. And this revelation can come only through the Holy Spirit. And the Holy Spirit will come only on recognition of what the son has done.
When you speak. Speak the word. When you love, love as the word. When you breathe, breathe in the word. For the word is in all, loves all and will heal all.
All else is counterfeit and temporary.
Those of the desert of sorrow crave freedom. The burden of fear is so heavy that it threatens to crush even the strongest warrior.
Win them not over with enticing words and promises of riches for this is not the heart of God but the heart of mammon.
Win them over with the blood of the lamb and the word of your testimony.
Speak of what terrors you have seen and speak of what the son has son.
Only when thoughts and words become those of the son will healing come.
Assuredly I say this:
There is no freedom but Christ, who is the fullness of the Father made manifest. And no words but the words of Christ can heal that which is unseen. For in the deep places of a man’s heart does he cry out to the deepness of The Father’s heart. And the Father’s heart is only found upon the lips of Christ.
Bring holiness and reverence to all that flows from the mouth of God. Lead those of the desert to his word which reveals his heart and their healing shall be eternal.
To you son of sorrow I say this.
Your life shall be a sacrifice upon the altar of reconciliation. You will be hated and scorned. But to a great multitude will you be a beacon of light.
For those in both kingdom of God and Kingdom of mammon who cry out for the son of God have great need of vision and you are to diligently record all that you are shown, exactly as it is shown.
Forget never the desert so that your heart may be one with those who are there still. And open wide the floodgates of every ministry, never seeking the rewards of mammon, nor allowing mammon to determine who may be loved and who may not be loved. Scorn all that mammon is and set your mind upon the words of the word made manifest. For Jesus is our King. And His Kingdom is a kingdom of unconditional love.
Let the love of the Father fill your heart. Let the revelation if the Spirit fill your mind and let the words of the Son be upon thy lips always.
Bring unity not around thyself or your ambition nor the ambitions of others. Take no council that is in contestation of your assignment or the words of the son. Do as you are instructed and love not your own life unto death.
You are both son of sorrow and son of God so that those in sorrow may see your brokenness and come confidently to hear that which flows from your lips. And from your lips must they too become sons of God, lovers of the word, lovers of the Holy Spirit, Lovers of the Father.
Do not merely suggest unity. Command it.
For the full Godhead and the angels and the witnesses rejoice that you would be one as we are one. And that all who walk the desert of sorrow would be free of the chains of mammon. And that all would embrace the fullness of the love of the Father.
Only when there is unity shall this come to pass.
Be one as we are one.”
Gatherer:
“To the sons of the Oasis and to all who are Samuel, the Father instructs thus:
You have seen the generations before you fall and stumble through the desert of sorrow, appearing to be blind fools with delusional terrors. Scorn them not. But love them dearly. For even stumbling and blind were they used of the Father to dig the wells and plant the trees which have become your Oasis. Generations before you, wracked with terror, bold with faith in the face of things insurmountable, have poured all that they are that you may bask in the very sunlight that hurt them so and experience the coolness of night that chilled them so. Love them as the Father loves you and work along with the sons of sorrow to bring healing to them. For no generation has been so efficiently trained for war as the generation before you and they will fight on the front lines beside your elite and you will marvel at their wisdom, speed and stamina.
For your generation shall bring unity as never before. Blessed be the name of the Lord who has worked patiently to produce so righteous a generation. And through your unity oh sons of the Oasis shall the ushering of heaven to earth be made hastened.
To all who are Samuel, listen now to Gatherer:”
Gatherer:
“Despise not your youth. Walk shoulder to shoulder with the sons of sorrow for they care not for process but for competence. They have seen the pain that is process and roar like lions is the fight. They will cover your flanks and smite all who oppose thee. For you are not a generation of war, you are a generation of peace and even as you must take ground, shall you fight easily alongside the mighty and your laughter in battle shall soar to the heavens as the sons of sorrow bare you forward in the tidal wave that is unity in the kingdom.
Lead your armies with fierce passion and submit only to the King. For now is the time that the kingdoms of man will fall and the Kingdom of God shall rise. Those who are your authorities are your trainers and guides. But be careful to know what is spoken by the Christ lest the commands of man clash with the objectives of the Kingdom.
If such things occur, gently warn the generals. Warn them once, warn them twice and then have nothing to do with them. For you have one father who is the Father and one teacher who is the Christ. All in contestation are in rebellion, innocent or malicious, warn both with equal love.
Know the words of the Christ, know the heart of the Father, know the strategies of the Holy Spirit.
Unite your generation with love as your banner.
And advance the Kingdom as one.
Be one as we are one.”
I wake up.