Dream 18
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Dream 18
I stand on the border of the desert of sorrow and the Oasis.
My back is to the Oasis. Looking out over the desert fills my heart with sorrow. There are so many out there, walking in aimless circles, alert for things that creep and things that stalk.
A group of men and women come towards me, looking at me inquisitively. They appear to be together but completely unaware of each other somehow.
Like they know someone is there but cannot see or hear them.
I now realize that I am standing outside the tabernacle. The entire property borders the Oasis and the desert.
Behind me, kids hoot and holler with joy, adventuring through the inflatable bible stories park. I wait for those from the desert of sorrow and rehearse a greeting in my mind.
All stop before me. Weather beaten, disheveled, eyes slitted with distrust.
Me:
“Hey there.”
The greeting, although sincere, falls from my lips like lead. It immediately exhausts me. My body feels sore, my head begins to pound. I have to sit down lest I fall down.
A lady sees me and starts to weep, she bends over and hugs me and the rest of the group stretches their hands out to touch me. Every touch spreads pain throughout my body.
Obed appears next to me, helps me to my feet and ushers me to the property within the prosperity prayer path.
Months pass. Fever racks my body daily. I spend my days between sickness and sorrow. Tired, nauseous, confused. People come and go, praying for me earnestly until one day, almost a year later, I am able to walk weakly, bent over like an old man.
In that fragile state I sit watching the river, my dogs closely huddled about me. Unable to record dreams or carry the weight of them. Many come to hear if there have been dreams for them but leave disappointed.
Obed decrees that none may see me until I am fully recovered. My mouth hurts, my body hurts, people council dentist and hospital but we cannot. The instructions are clear, I am not to leave this land. Very few understand and many pass judgment. Obed is deaf to their critique and arranges a dentist to come to the property.
My teeth have loosened, some of them decayed. The dentist fixes what he can and removes what he cannot. A doctor comes to the property. He marvels at how I am still alive for my body shows signs of recovery from multiple organ infections.
My body is covered in sore patches of bruising. As if I have been shot with hundreds of paint balls at close range.
My wife and sisters tend to me daily, some traveling from afar, taking shifts to watch over me and speak the word over me with great diligence.
Every day I take a slow, painful walk to the bottom curve of the prosperity path where I can see the river. There my dogs and I sit for as long as I can, proclaiming what is written over my body.
After almost two years I can jog around the prosperity path. Not quite back to my former self but no longer bent over by sickness.
It is on one of those days that Gatherer waits for me on the top curve of the path. And I slow down that we may walk together.
Gatherer:
“You are neither their healer, nor are you their savior. You are a courier, here to deliver instruction. It is only the lamb that can heal and save. Neither Angel nor human have such power.”
Me:
“All I did was say hello.”
Gatherer:
“Even had you spoken the word verbatim of the word made manifest would your body and soul have crumbled under the weight of but one of the sons of sorrow. There is nothing man can do to help them. They come with pain that none are created to bear. All that they are must be placed upon the lamb.”
Me:
“I really don’t understand. How can we help them if we can’t even greet them?”
Gatherer:
“It is not the greeting that brought upon you such devastation but your desire to see them loved and healed. You allowed things into your heart that only the Father can bear. For in the desert of sorrow do they walk for decades, some until the last days of their life. And upon seeing the son of sorrow do they see savior, not courier. And in their minds do they say ‘one word, one touch and all will be healed’. But you are courier. To think yourself able to heal such sorrow is to contend against love itself. Even though love motivates you to reach out do you contend against the love of the Father and the blood of the lamb.”
Me:
“Are we not one with the godhead when we are in confirmation of the word? Do we not speak with the voice of the Father when, filled with love, we speak the words of the son?”
Gatherer:
“You are all these things with all these things but you are neither savior, nor father. And though you desire it not, many will come to you with faith in you for things that you are not meant to carry. The yoke will bend you over and the burden will crush your heart.
Some who are servant and are known to all as servant may lead the broken to the word and lead them to the Father. This because they are seen as servant and no expectation is placed upon them to be savior. For there is only one savior and only one Father and even one small fraction of expectation on man to be either will lead to the counterfeit.
For many know that they cannot heal the soul and so put to rest their conscience so that they may filter only what an earthly father can carry. For this reason are multitudes led in contention of love, never fully understanding the depth and breadth of the father’s love. And for this reason are many shepherds sick of heart for no man can carry the weight of another man’s sorrow. None can carry the burden of chaff. Neither angel nor man. We are all messengers and couriers, delivering the good news, proclaiming the year of the Lord’s favor, bringing all to the word and the Father so that fullness of revelation may bring healing.
All else is counterfeit and perverted. You are neither savior nor father.
Heed now the words of builder.”
Builder speaks from behind me as we continue to walk down the path:
Builder:
“For this reason must you council none that do not have the revelation of the father. Servants of the five fold will lead them so. You are a courier, to be more is to contend against the instructions of the Holy Spirit. Even as you pray for the sick shall your body fail for they see you as savior and hope for you as father.
Only when they see you as neither may you council and pray with them.
You are to take neither title nor glory for anything that occurs as a result of this message.
All around you are to act as gatekeepers, careful to shepherd the sheep into the arms of the five fold so that none may see you as anything more than courier.
Know this: Nothing written here is yours. Although you have access to such information, most of this revelation is not your wisdom. Even now do you forget what is written but one day previous.
Do not fool thyself son of sorrow. You are courier and no more.
To the five fold, heed these words:
Lead the sheep to the Lamb that they may receive Him as both savior and Lord. Lead them to the Father and bring forth the revelation of his love. Lead them to revere the words of the son so that they may be one as we are one. For there is only unity in full confirmation of the words of the word made manifest.
To all who keep watch over the courier who is the son of sorrow:
Although functioning as prophet is he not to be known as anything other than courier. Be careful to correct any who elevate him beyond courier. Keep from him any task other than courier. He is to make plain what is delivered to him and to share what is revealed. If the son of sorrow should speak above his station, commanding with authority that is not his, rebuke him. For he is only to command the uniters to unite and not the five fold in their function. Let the word lead. Let the vision instruct. Walk in fullness of love in all your dealings and protect one another from foolish division.”
Uriel:
“Inside every molecule of every man will you find the Word of the Father. And in everything waiting to be created will you find the word of the Father. Every creative thing in the spirit waits to be spoken, written and made plain. For all that is flesh and all that is in the spirit contain the word of the Father. All that exists was first in the spirit, then the flesh.
And so do even those in contention reach into the spirit and grab hold of things unseen that they may make it seen.
Marvelous things do they build, wonders to behold and all this with the counterfeit word.
Consider then what incredible vision and resource are available to those in confirmation.
For those who accept only the Father as father, and for those who serve only the lamb as Lord have direct access to not only the spirit but the Spirit.
The counterfeit will create what is impressive in the eyes of man. For this is all that is required to enthrall the servants of mammon. For even those within the kingdom may serve the counterfeit, serving the son as savior only, not bowing to Him as lord. Taking for themselves titles that belong to the Father and roles that counterfeit the authority of the son.
Many captives are set free, finding a measure of freedom but not truly free. For only when you are free in the Son are you truly free. Freedom in the son is freedom in the words of the son. For in the words of the son will the Holy Spirit reveal the Father. No one comes to the Father but through the son.
Many counterfeits will bring man to the son as Father but the son has instructed that all requests be made know to the Father. For the Father is the authority of the word and the son is the manifestation of the word. And although all power has been given to the son, does the son still honor the Father.
In the same way, filled with the revelation of the Holy Spirit, speaking the words of the son with the love of the Father must man and Angel alike be careful to give honor where honor is due.
The son is not the Father, though they be one in the word, they are still separate for the Father remains the authority and the son is the fullness of the Father’s love made manifest.
To acknowledge the son as Lord and revere all that proceeds from His mouth is to find the full, deep love of the Father. And there, in that revelation will man find all that is in the heart of the Father. And there shall he find not limited access to the spirit that mammon so deceitfully utilizes to snare the elite. But there shall man find the heart of the Father, which is His Kingdom come, which is heaven on earth. And there shall the poor say ‘I am rich’ and there shall the weak say ‘I am strong’.
For the counterfeit can reveal and manifest only what is in the heart of man and the heart of the Father will reveal the fullness of his love, which seeks to see His kingdom established on earth.
Man cannot comprehend the love of the Father, a love that desires that none should perish. Yet does man sincerely attempt to be the counterfeit and unknowingly create spiritual sons in the image of mammon. Concerned only with what brings counterfeit security do the children deceived by mammon seek material success as they hunger for a Father.
And even finding only temporary relief do they raise their sons in the same manner.”
We suddenly stand upon a glass dome above thousands of tin shacks in what looks like Brazil. The Poverty is horrible. Now the scene below changes from poverty area to poverty area around the world.
Builder:
“Behold the fruit of the counterfeit father, who is Mammon, the son of deceit.
See how even the elite who profess to be in confirmation of the word are blind to the heart of God?
Are they malicious in their blindness? No. They are deceived by the father of lies.”
The scene below changes to mansions, sports cars and opulent estates.
The disparity takes my breath away.
Gatherer:
“Both those in contestation and many of those in confirmation live the life of Kings. While millions starve do they say to themselves ‘I am blessed’ and thank God for these opulent blessings, blissfully unaware that they are thanking the God of mammon. For such things break the heart of the Father and are in direct contestation against the words of the son. For the son continuously spoke against such things on earth.
Such deceit leaves many standing for a son whom they know not and who knows them not. For they are not one in confirmation of the word as we are one.
For chaff have not the heart of God, only the knowledge of God. And for the chaff, God and mammon share the fountain. But Bitter and sweet water cannot flow from the same fountain. So all that flows from their fountain is in the image of mammon. And in the image of mammon are false teachers and counterfeit fathers made.
And knowing the full weight of fullness of love do the counterfeit Fathers create plans and systems and false titles to fill holes that cannot be filled. For no man can love as the Father loves and no man can heal as the Father heals and there is no teacher who teaches what is truth but the son. All else, although sincere, is counterfeit.”
Builder:
“Having the heart of the Father would they sell all that they own, live humble lives and channel resources to those who work to establish the kingdom of heaven on earth. But they have not the heart of God, their father is mammon and mammon makes its children blind to that which is the heart of God.
The full weight of the Father’s love was too much for you for to bare son of sorrow. For the honest grief of those who seek a savior is as a tidal wave. In the kingdom of mammon are such things weakness. The Father waits with open arms and can bare the fullness of all grief just as the son bore the dullness of all sin. Lead then the sheep to the real son and to the real father and forsake all that is taught by mammon.
Neither Father, nor son, nor Holy Spirit will disappoint. Only mammon does that. For every promise from mammon is a lie.
Do you see now how effective is the plan of the deceiver? To set man upon a counterfeit path absent the revelation of the Father? To make mammon and its sons the counterfeit Fathers?
For this reason must all know only Jesus as Lord and no other.”
Uriel:
“The Angel of light masquerades as father and uses even the words of the word made manifest to lead his sons astray. Come now son of sorrow, and I shall reveal to thee the light of those in confirmation.”
We are high above the earth. The planet is shrouded in darkness below. Suddenly billions of little blue lights appear below us.
Uriel:
“The blue lights are humanity.”
Suddenly about 80 percent of the blue lights turn red.
Uriel:
“The red lights are those in very little to no provision”.
Now small white lights pop up all over the place. The white lights seem completely dwarfed and inconsequential next to the huge mass of red.
Uriel:
“The white lights are those with the heart of the Father. With little to no resource do they toil among those who cannot reward them for their labor. For these are the sheep with the heart of God who actively expand the kingdom so that it may bring heaven to earth.
Answer me this son of sorrow:
Do you think such crime and poverty the heart of even a worldly father?”
Me:
“No, I can’t imagine any father wanting this for his children.”
Uriel:
“How then does man suppose this is the heart of the Father? And what Father would clothe one child in gold while another does not eat? Only the children of mammon would think thus. Blinded by their counterfeit father do even those professing to be sons of God know the heart of the father.”
Suddenly a third of the lights turn blue.
“Look now upon billions who profess to be sons of God. Yet so few have the heart of the Father. All sin and fall short of the glory of God and many unknowingly serve mammon, the counterfeit father. ”
Builder:
“Unite the uniters around the world. Share with them the need to lead man to the heart of the Father. Command unity. Do not suggest it. For the father cares deeply for every child and the selfish salvation of man of the counterfeit father. And when all are in confirmation of the word and have the heart of the father shall his will be done. Only then will it be on earth as it is in heaven”.
I wake up.