Dream 26
I’m back at the lighthouse. Waves crash against the rocks with a thunderous roar but even that constant booming does not drown out the screaming of millions of voices in the sea. Every now and then, flailing arms grow tired and slip under the water, only to be replaced by another body crying for help.
I start weeping with frustration and turn back to the saved ones ashore but my voice is completely gone.
And now my eyes open to the spirit and I see both man and Angel in the same dimension.
Along the beachhead is utter chaos. Beings of every shape and size clash again and again in the air above us. Every time a rope is thrown, light is shone, sound system is written or message is sent, it throws an area of the beach into a raging scrum of almost indescribable activity.
Although both demon and Angel seem to get wounded, I never see any die. It is simply a case of an eternal battle surging forwards and backwards, every soul important to each side equally. The demons fight as if Satan were god himself and every soul was a command.
I throw another rope as far as I can and above me a stream of Angels fly fearlessly to meet whatever waits wherever the rope lands.
Out in the dark sea, someone grabs the rope and I start to pull with all that is in me. I can’t see where it went or where the Angels followed it but the clash and thunder of bodies hitting bodies and blades hitting blades is unmistakable. An aggressive battle has broken out at the end of this rope. I instruct my team to shout scriptures out over the waters and focus their prayers on whomever has grabbed onto this rope. Immediately reinforcements come swooping from the heavens, swords drawn, faces shining with glory, crashing into the battle above the sea.
Someone new joins our team, guided here by an Angel like Gatherer. The extra hands on the rope immediately makes a huge difference. We pull together with all our might, praying in the spirit as we go so that we may stay strong in our task.
A group of intercessors arrive. They stand behind us, hands raised, and begin to focus fire on the entire length of the rope. The effect is incredible.
A solid stream of Angels come swooping and roaring over our heads from behind us, crashing into the mass of demonic activity beyond our view. The entire length of the rope is now an all out war zone and as we pull, every possible inch of rope has hands holding onto it. We pull out hundreds off one single rope. They thank us as they come in and rush to the warm fires in the churches behind us.
I throw my rope in again, full of hope for another big catch. The Angels continue to clear the air above us and there are even more people on this one thin piece of rope.
Then it snaps.
I scream a hoarse scream as my lighthouse bulb blows too. I turn up my sound system as loud as I can to guide people to the lighthouse. My speakers blow. The heavens are open but we do not have the equipment or manpower to reach the drowning mass. All I can do is sprint over the rocks below and dive into the sea to pull them in one at a time. I curse the body of christ under my breath for their ignorant war of attrition against the front lines. My hatred for them fuels every stroke of every rescue mission. I begin to curse God for his selfish brats and my soul is filled with a bitter bile that poisons my very body. Still I swim. Still I pull them out.
My team helps them out as I bring them in. Some of my team jump in to help, some get dragged under immediately and I don’t care. My mind says the sacrifices are worth it.
The heavens are open, people are light to carry but there are so many of them who want to be saved.
My muscles give in but I don’t care. We keep going in again and again. Some of my brothers are stronger than I and their strength holds out, pulling person after person out as I slowly slip beneath the waves and drown.
My last thoughts are not of the souls we save, nor of the Angels above, nor of Jesus. I die cursing the greedy, lazy, deceived churches that stopped the resources to the front lines. I die filled with hatred and accept what awaits me beyond with furious hatred and focused resolve. If God is as selfish as his children, I prefer hell.
Every inch of my existence is on fire.
Every breath breathes in thick, burning lava. It takes decades of this agony for me to realize where I am. My thoughts lend themselves only to excruciating pain and I can see nothing but boiling fire around me. This is hell.
There are no thrones for Satan to inhabit, no demons to torture me, no other humans. Just fire and more fire. The pain varies in waves of intensity and I can do nothing but scream into the molten liquid around me. I am fully alive in this torment, not aware of the eons passing me by and even my thoughts begin to curse God. For I know that every molecule of this hellfire contains His word and He is fully aware of all that I feel.
I don’t need to ask why I am here. The word makes it clear in my head and my heart. I have sowed hatred and unforgiveness and created the mete stick by which I was judged. Fairness of eternity has everything to do with what you sow in life and my bitter heart had produced both hell on earth and hell in eternity. I chose to come here to this place reserved for the devil and his angels. I chose it by refusing to forgive. I am in contention against love itself. And God is love. My few moments of clear thought in this place bring with them the revelation of the full scope of my self righteous hatred for mankind and I blame them with fierce tenacity as the next wave of furious agony sweeps across my soul.
I am back under Michael’s calf.
The relief makes me weep.
Both Gatherer and Builder flank me, a hand upon each shoulder as I weep and weep.
Uriel is on his knees ahead of us, face raised to the sun, hands lifted, worshiping God with all his might. Singing in a beautiful voice that feels like silk across my sensitive soul.
Gatherer:
“That was your fate for those ten long years of depression. Every time you looked at a weapon or stood on a bridge intent on taking your own life, we had to wage war.
Your friends and family interceded for you, your wife interceded for you, we sent the sower and Zachariah and many Samuels to keep you alive. You kept legions in constant war to keep you from that fate. You must know how the Father loves his children. His obsession for you has no limitation. Every single one of you are the apple of his eye. You allowed your unjustified hatred of the body to bring hell upon your own soul and you rejected even the love of the Father.
Me:
“Is my mother in hell? She took her own life too.”
Gatherer:
“Your mother was overcome with sorrow. You were overcome by hatred.”
We stand there for a long time. I am so grateful to be alive that I weep and sigh. So grateful to be out of the depression and that lake of fire. My skin still prickles with it now as I type this.
Me:
“How do I not go back to that hatred again? From what I have seen this past year, the body has not changed much. I have kept my heart pure by avoiding them and working with like-minded people. Recording these dreams will put me right back into their world.”
Builder:
“There is no ‘you’ and ‘them’. They are your brothers and sisters, the vast majority just doing the best they can with what they have. Many stumble and walk the path of mammon but none are your enemy. The enemy is the deceiver. All else are brothers and sisters.
The same grace that was extended to you in your arrogant hatred must you extend to them. For if you are to unite them, you must love them.
You cannot heal what you hate. You can only heal what you love.”
Gatherer:
“The sons of sorrow are legion. Men and women alike, drowning in their hatred and frustration for the body. Spirits critical and embittered. Every word poison.
Command them thus son of sorrow: ‘Come from this bitterness, come into the light, forgive those who have afflicted you so and repent for your contestation against love. For you cannot say that you hate your brother and yet profess to love God. For God is love and hatred can have no part of him. You cannot refuse to forgive yet expect to be forgiven for a man does not sow the seeds of poison and expect a fruit tree.
Clear your spirit of the enemy’s inscription. Repent and be baptized into the gospel of grace so that you may be free. The harvest is ripe but the workers are few and you are sorely needed at the battlefront.'”
Uriel:
“Cursed is he who keeps his eyes upon man and the actions of man. He leans upon his own understanding and departs from the word. Blind is he who cannot see that this battle is not against anything of the flesh. Even the vilest of sexual abomination and the most wicked of injustices are not the war. Even the abortion of millions of children are but fruit on a tree. All that is flesh is just manifestation of spirit.
Your war is against things unseen. We who see all know this and strive to bring this revelation to you. By waging your war in the flesh against the flesh do you visit upon yourselves and within yourselves great torment.”
Builder:
“The word is of the spirit and obedience to the word is both armor and weaponry. Mighty for pulling down strongholds, mighty for building ships and armies of righteousness. Only when the words of the word made manifest are made holy to your ears will mankind emerge triumphant. But time is short and the window will close if this triumphant revelation is not made clear to the sons of sorrow.
As you fought without resource and sank below the waters, so shall the Samuel’s and the sons of the Oasis sink without your support. The time has come to be what you once needed. Give them the resource, unity and prayer support that you never had.
Create within them a dependency upon the words of the Lamb for every word spoken by the Lamb is the word who was there in the beginning. Create within them a hunger for the gifts of the spirit so that revelation may flow from their lips and pens. Go With them unto battle and protect them with your very life. For the consequence of failure will be the greatest persecution of Christendom in history.
If you do not harvest this generation, they will rise to power and turn against you. Their children will mock you and despise you and an entire generation will be lost to the enemy.”
Gatherer:
“Fill thy heart with love for the body and warn them thus son of sorrow:
As in the time of Amos have you allowed the ways of the heathen into your culture. You have made the kingdom of God into a kingdom of mammon. You buy and sell and make great profits, professing to expand the kingdom of God but expanding only your own tribe.
The sons of the Oasis watch these things with wide eyes and great contempt. They see neither love nor acceptance in your midst, only squabbling and a great hunger for fame. They see your rejection of both sin and sinner, how you make no distinguishing between the two and reject all who do not fit your mold.
They see how you favor the rich and give seat of honor to the powerful.
They see how you turn your back upon the poor.
They see how cruelly you reject those who oppose you.
They see more love and acceptance in the kingdom of mammon than they do in your church for there are their kids catered for and protected.
They see how little of your budget goes to the children’s and youth ministries and they want nothing to do with you.
They consider your well planned sermons and well practiced speeches as nothing but hot air.
As Amos was but a fig picker and sheep herder, so are many prophets who see your great sin against generation. And they grow to despise you and view you as a force that seeks to limit and judge them. Even now they rise in power and influence trends, economies and votes. Within these next 18 years will they determine the fate of the world.
They hunger for righteousness and peace upon this earth. They hunger for unity and peace upon this earth. They hunger for justice and the eradication of poverty. Absent the word of God and the Holy Spirit shall neither occur for the greed of man will only bow it’s knee to the Lordship of Jesus Christ and without the Holy Spirit shall they fail and seek someone to blame.
And they shall be led by God to blame you so that he may rebuild his church when every memory of you has been wiped out.
This generation will surely rise to power and bring the greatest revival or the greatest persecution with it and their children shall be prophets of God or of mammon.
The choice is laid before you now.”
Builder:
“Throw every resource into this harvest. Both builder and son of sorrow must walk, work and pray together that this generation would come to know the love of the Father. Be one as we are one.
Build for their children places of fun and joy, filled with the word and the Holy Spirit. Convert every church into a place that welcomes children for to love their children is to love them.
Focus them upon the son. Focus them upon the words of the son.
Speak no more of false personal gain, speak only of the kingdom. For every fleshly, selfish thing that contradicts and contends against the words of the Lamb will only infuriate this generation. They seek the heart of the Father and the heart of the Father is upon the lips of the son.
The font-lines are where there is poverty. Send so much resource that it is seamless for this generation to traverse between home base and the front lines. Make sure that they are well equipped in every way. Sell your luxurious cars and houses, live humble lives so that the kingdom may advance.
Teach them stewardship and hold them accountable by having elders with them on the front lines.
Do not allow them to become frustrated with you for you shall condemn them and yourselves to great torment upon this earth and beyond. For between you and they shall break out a war that you cannot win.
God is not mocked. This revelation is His harvest and all must come into confirmation.
Do not be divisive, holding onto material wealth and counterfeit power. For as you will be as ananias and sapphira, dishonest and manipulative.
The Kingdom of God is not one man’s personal bank account. You are a steward and are to own nothing and leave this world with nothing. Or do you know better than the son of God, who is the word?
The Father has this against you, that you store up for yourselves riches and properties while millions starve and many workers perish at the battlefront, sinking under the waves, filled with hatred for you. For the Father himself sends you the resources for the front lines and you build dam walls to keep it for yourself and your kin. You leave large inheritances for your children and a pittance for the kingdom.
You gain the whole world but you lose your soul.
Repent now and open the floodgates. Turn your houses and churches into places of 24 hour prayer. Fund all that reaches children, rich or poor. ‘Do this’ says the Lord ‘and I shall pour out my Spirit as you have never seen it!’.
When reformation sweeps the church, revival shall sweep the earth and the tide of Ishmael shall be pushed back from your children.
Disobey these words and the tide of Ishmael shall be as a thorn in the side of your children and your children’s children.
For absent the word as God and the fire of the Holy Spirit upon this generation shall tyrants take power and wage war against you and you will not stem the tide of both Ishmael and Nebuchadnezzar.
Be as Daniel. Serve and lead. Let those who rise in power be as King Darius, in love with the Kingdom.
Do this and you shall see the greatest harvest in the history of mankind. Do not let your labor be in vain. Submit to this word. Every detail of this word.
And watch within your own lifetime what the Lord will do.”
Uriel:
“The Kingdom is all. Alone is the greatest tribe outnumbered and under supplied. But the Kingdom has every resource for this great harvest. Heed the words of the son of God. The Kingdom is all. Submit only to the words of the son. The Kingdom is all.
Work as a kingdom. Not as tribes. Work together, seek each other, reconcile with one another, forgive one another, love one another and put the kingdom before yourself. The kingdom is all.”
Builder:
“Again give this instruction son of sorrow, command it, do not suggest it:
Every church and tribe must focus on the harvest who you call millennials or generation Y and their children and their children’s children.
The five fold are to equip them as Daniel equipped Darius. The harvest is not there to serve you, you are there to serve them but they shall love you and serve you because they will have the heart of the son.
They are to learn first the words of the son before anything else is taught.
Every church must become a place of fun for their children so that they long to be in the word and fellowship with believers.
You are to construct great tabernacles of prayer and great theme parks with every entertainment and technology available, all focusing upon the word.
Raise this generation to live the word and do not frustrate their efforts to reach the lost.
Those who are wealthy are to live humble lives and resource the kingdom well.
In places of poverty must you build farms, farms and more farms. Give them food and water so that they may see the goodness of God in you. And build for them places of great fun and imagination so that the spirit of poverty may be broken over them and their spirits may be rewritten with the abundance that is the heart of the Father.
Heed these words well Builders and sons of sorrow alike:
Your time has come as workers but is passing as rulers. These next 17 years until 2033 will determine your legacy of hell on earth or heaven on earth. It is your choice.
Do not frustrate this generation and cause them to hate God. For the fruit of your disobedience will be visited upon you and your children in your own lifetime.
But be obedient to this call and your heavenly reward will be far beyond your wildest imagination and your spiritual legacy will span into eternity.”
Gatherer:
“None must perish son of sorrow! Not one!!”
I wake up.
Dream 27
I am in the sea. Not drowning or trying to stay afloat like the mass of humanity around me, just here as an observer. The water breathes deep breaths and exhales huge swells that allow glimpses of the masses that stretch for an eternity around me. Often do people get tired and slip below the surface. Most often do people drown their friends in an effort to stay afloat. It’s all about survival out here.
During the day there is no sign of land but in the darkest darkness if night I can make out the small flashes of the few lighthouses in the distance.
Some people decide to swim towards the light, others prefer to tread water, citing their disdain for God and any kind of systemic control.
A child cries close by and I am transported into the physical reality of this sea.
I am in the child’s home. She must be about two years old, crying a heart rending song as her parents scream at each other, holding no hurtful word back.
The argument hurtles backwards and forwards and suddenly I see every word turned to a black ink that hurtles from each mouth.
Like a gangland shooting, a lot of the projectiles hit the opponent but many hit the innocent child.
As each projectile hits, every word is written on the soul.
The mother snaps up the child and commands silence, threatening punishment, that not working, she moves into soothing mode, blaming the father for the tears of the child. Her words flow like ink, writing her blame upon the soul of the child.
The words the couple fire at each other are devastating but somehow they calm down, reconcile and go on as if nothing at happened, oblivious to the new tattoos inscribed on each other’s hearts.
The child is now sleeping, whimpering from time to time as the sting each fresh tattoo subsides and settles upon her subconscious.
I am with the little girl many years later. She is a teenager at school. During recess hundreds of kids flood the playground, ink flowing from their mouths, writing upon one another’s souls. The girl is in a bitter argument with a friend. I recognize some of the ink flowing from her lips. Some from her father, some from her mother.
I look beyond the ink upon her soul and see her spirit. There, upon her eternal self, are tattoos of some of the words heard at but two years old.
I am back in the sea.
Gatherer appears upon the waves ahead.
“It pounds within the breast of the Father that none should perish.
See how they flounder and drown in this self-afflicted torture? See how they write upon one another’s souls with no regard for consequence? They must be saved from themselves son of sorrow but they are willfully deaf to all we bring them. Only their children can be saved with new ink. For this shall the parents be relieved and grateful. Unite the uniters to save the children. None must perish son of sorrow. No a single child!”
Builder stands on the water beside me and lifts me up to stand beside him.
Builder:
“You must now awaken to read the beatitudes. We will cause you to fall asleep immediately after.”
I wake up.
With burning eyes and 02:30 in the morning do I manage to read the beatitudes.
And immediately fall asleep.
We stand on dry land watching kids play on a bible story playground. The floor is made up of scriptures citing the fruits of the spirit. Every ride has a characteristic of love written on it. Kids recite both fruit and virtue and ink flows to write upon every soul.
Uriel:
“Israel was expecting the messiah to be a militant warmonger. They desired a king who would bring angels of war and wipe out their enemies with swift justice. They desired revenge and vindication.
Christians hunger for the coming of the messiah as a rescue mission to sweep them up to the heavens, away from all that hurts and aches.
But the messiah did not come to provide vindication or the justice of man, nor did he come to bring judgment or escape. He came to clean the ink of bitterness from the soul of man so that heaven may be established on earth. He came that man may have a renewed spirit!
Every word is seed that brings forth heaven or hell, wheat or chaff. It has always been about the word. As the word of God creates and destroys, so does every word that proceeds from the mouth of man create or destroy.
From a heart filled with the love of the Father, washed in the blood of the son, filled with Holy Spirit, shall words flow that heal and restore. From such a heart shall nothing hurtful be spoken for love covers a multitude of sins and keeps no record of wrongs. Such a heart forgives instantly and from such lips flows the power of God unto salvation.
But without the Holy Spirit are such things impossible. The ink of man is writes too plainly of revenge and justice. And upon the very spirit of man is the right to revenge written, never taking stock of the collateral damage wrought upon their children.
And spewing ink of gossip and hatred, tinted with toxic tone of voice do they inscribe the gospel of Satan upon the tablets of their hearts, all the while considering themselves good and justified, oblivious to the collateral damage wrought upon their children.
And even pure of spirit does a child enter the playground where ink is repeated and heartless pain is inflicted. And that which is passed from lips of ignorant parent to innocent child is passed from infected child to righteous heart. Innocent to such betrayal does the heart of the righteous child hunger for vindication and when none is found, revenge or broken heart take its place. And so does that child grow in bitterness, walking in self-righteous justification for every act of vengeance, big or small.
All the while does the evil one rejoice at the fruit of his machinations. And laughing do his agents continue to pull the strings of their witless puppets.
There is only the word.
The word of mammon or the word of God.
The word of love or the word of bitterness.
All that is spoken is of God or counterfeit god. There is not one word that is not seed. All is seed seeking fertile heart. Every word flows like ink seeking paper.
And when words find fertile soil do they write upon the soul. And when the soul believes, is it written upon the spirit. And when it is written upon the spirit it is manifest in the flesh.
Heed these words son of sorrow: Absent the blood of the Lamb can the spirit not be washed clean of such permanent inscription.
Hatred takes root in even the elite and even the elite hunger to be free of the chains that shackle the soul to such pain.
There upon the seas of mammon do the weight of the chains eventually drag every man under. For in the seas of mammon can there never be enough love or grace or mercy or forgiveness or power. For there do they build walls and store up useless quantities of everything, breathing their last breaths in refusal to open wide the sluices to grace and mercy and love and resource that has gone to them but never through them.
With hearts blackened with the words and deeds of the ignorant and the heartless will brother continue to hurt brother and sister continue to hurt sister. Oblivious to the collateral damage wrought upon their children do they vomit up vile ink that defiles all it touches.
Such things cannot be changed by a messiah of war. And such pollution cannot be rescued by a messiah and swept up to heaven.
No.
Such things must be cured at the root so that all of mankind may be free.
For this reason did the son of God become the son of man.
And for this reason did the son of man become the Lamb.
So that every spirit may be washed clean of this foul ink and so that the words of the Lamb may be inscribed upon the hearts of the redeemed.
Sound these words through all the earth:
‘Write upon your hearts only that which proceeds from the mouth of the Lamb.’
You will not save this generation with the love or wisdom of man, only with heart of the Father.
For the love of the Father sets no condition and the words of the son make men free.”
Builder:
“Even knowing the effects of poisonous words can man not stop himself from speaking the counterfeit gospel. It is this way because the vile inscription of bitterness is upon both soul and spirit.
What is inscribed upon the spirit cannot be stopped from manifesting in the flesh. The inscription must be cleansed in the blood and re-written with the words of the Lamb.
Man may suppress the darkness for a time but it shall eventually resurface if the mind and spirit are not renewed.
The flesh has no authority over the spirit. Only the spirit can manifest in the flesh, not the other way around.
Only the words spoken by the Lamb of God who is the word of God who is God can reform the spirit.
For this reason must you focus upon the words of the Lamb. The Lamb is the word who is God. And every word that flows from the mouth of the Lamb is the word of God and as God. For the authority of the Father is upon every word spoken by the word.
Under guidance of the Holy Spirit do both prophet and apostle write and surely their words have authority. But none are the Lamb. Is Paul the Lamb of God that you would put equal measure upon his words? No. There is only one Rabbi and only one Father and all else must serve the words of the Rabbi and the Heart of the Father.
First know the words of the son, then the words of any other. For every word that proceeds from the mouth of the son proceeds from the Father and every other word from any other source is to be in full confirmation of that which is spoken by the son.
Do not deceive yourselves. If a thing contradicts the son, it is counterfeit.
Do not complicate the simplicity of the gospel so that you appear wise and others fools. For those who complicate good news create the counterfeit.
The uncomplicated message is this:
Jesus Christ is Lord, live what He speaks.
The Holy Spirit will bring every word alive, only make Jesus Christ Lord and not just saviour.
And when you know the son, shall you know the heart of the Father.
Those who love the son will keep his commands, those who do not, will not.
To love him is to obey him for to obey him is find the way, the truth and the life.
Do not teach this generation to chase after things that rot and rust. This has been the way of your generation and a counterfeit. Teach this generation to lay down their lives and seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness.
For this reason must every ministry, church and tribe focus every resource on the harvest.
Again, son of sorrow, command every church to become a place of fun for the children of this generation. Let every church become a place where children are welcomed, loved and celebrated and let their focus be upon the words of the Lamb.
Build places of fun such as the world has never seen and raise this generation to love the words of the son and the heart of the Father.
Bring them into the kingdom; let the ink of contention be washed from their spirits by the blood of the lamb and the words of your testimony.”
Gatherer:
“None must perish, not one. Not a single one. Command it, do not suggest it. Repent from every contending, divisive, self-seeking counterfeit and throw all that you are into the harvest.
The Lamb says ‘Pray for those who persecute you, be kind to those who mistreat you’, and because you have convoluted and complicated such simple commands do you still consider even your brother an enemy.
Absent love is all you believe counterfeit.
Until you have the heart of the father, you must submit to the words of the Son.
For this warring and quarreling among you has collateral damage upon this generation for which you will brought to account. Every word that proceeds from your mouth is seed and ink, sown into hearts and written upon spirits. Do not make this mistake with the harvest.
Heed these words:
Sow only that for which you desire harvest. For your mouth is not only the rudder to your own ship, but to the ship of every young child who hears what you speak. Or does collateral damage not matter to you?
Son of sorrow, hear this: Do not get offended at this rebuke and fall into self-condemnation, simply repent and return to your first love.
Know that your mouth is a pen and that every word that proceeds from your mouth the word of either the Father and Son, or of the Deceiver and mammon.
You have heard it said by those who teach self enrichment that you create your own destiny with the words that you speak. They are right in part but wrong in focus. The purpose of the word is not self enrichment, it is to heal and bring deliverance and expand the kingdom.
Command thus every Ecclesia to speak only words that confirm the words of the son. And bring upon this young generation a revelation of the heart of the Father.
For the words of the Lamb are Holy and all else is history.
Look now at the beatitudes and all that follows. Do you see how the Lamb speaks? Do you see how the worst of sinners are forgiven?
You are without excuse son of sorrow. To raise up a generation who will bring heaven to earth must their words be of Christ and their hearts be of the father and their thoughts be full of the Holy Spirit. Power absent love is a counterfeit. Wisdom absent love is counterfeit wisdom. Absent love are you not the image of the father. Absent love are you in the image of the deceiver.
Do not run your race filled with thoughts of vindication and justice. The prize is that His will be done, His Kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven.
There is only the kingdom. And if this is upon your hearts then all who call themselves sons of God will hunger for nothing else. None must perish son of sorrow. Not even one!”
Gatherer:
“Now is the time that all must pray together for only this generation. Lay yourselves down. Die to this world. Sell all you have. Only harvest this generation.
See them across every nation and hear how the Holy Spirit intercedes with groaning for their salvation. Die now to yourself. Die now to ambitions not of this assignment. Let all who have ears hear. And let all who have eyes read. The body must unite and speak as Christ speaks. Pray as one. Pray the word. Break every wall between you and harvest this generation.
Heed these words:
Win this generation at all costs. Cross every border. Know every child by name and raise them all in the way they should go. Be one as we are one. The Son, the Father, the Holy Spirit, the witnesses and every Angel are in agreement. This is the time of the great harvest. Every believer must be mobilized.
Do not suggest it. Command it!
Be one as we are one!
Let every ministry focus upon the sons of the Oasis and their children. Let every ministry proclaim the word over this generation.
The time has come for the great harvest.
Be one as we are one!
To all who hear and read: Do not allow the enemy to bring upon you a spirit of condemnation or offense.
Hear, repent, obey and be free!”
Builder:
“Boldly proclaim this son of sorrow:
This harvest is all!
The Kingdom is all!
The Words of the Lamb must be taught to this generation!
Sell what must be sold and create within the kingdom the most incredible places your imagination can access from the spirit. Let every child across this world be fed, loved and raised in the way they should go. Let them play in the houses of your Ecclesia. Let them love the word and love worship. Divert all time and energy to this. This harvest is all.”
I wake up.
Dream 28
A storm rages over the coast along the long line of decrepit lighthouses spanning as far as the eye and see from left to right. The days are much shorter now and we have started selling our personal belongings to keep fuel in generators.
There is a slow trickle of power from the churches on the mainland but that dries up from time to time.
In front of us the waves rise as high as tall trees, smashing into the lighthouse from time to time leaving a multitude or dead or dying souls strewn around the rocks.
The now weak beams of hundreds of lighthouses struggle to illuminate the scene ahead but the crews work faithfully to rescue as many as possible.
We do our best to get as many to the safety of the beach as we can but there are thousands of victims and every lighthouse team to the left and right are working far beyond capacity. The next big set of waves comes in clearing the rocks of the humanity that was there and depositing new faces.
I hear the screams of those being washed out to sea and try to cry in frustration but I am too tired emotionally.
I continue to look back towards the millions of churches on the mainland, hoping for manpower, prayer, money, anything. Every now and then a well dressed man or woman arrives in a luxurious car to let us know they are praying for us. Sometimes they come alone, most times they have a towering demon with them.
Often they encourage us saying ‘Why do you labor so? Remember that it is not by might nor power brother’ and ‘Why do you labor so in the physical? Our fight is not against flesh and blood brother’.
Their ignorance forces me to swallow my pride often, I say over and over ‘forgive them, they know nit what they do’. I don’t want to be depressed again. I don’t want to hate again. I don’t want to go to hell again.
With me under my lighthouse I see recognizable members of my ministry team who labor to do outreaches, feed the poor and plant churches in places of extreme poverty.
Our feeding team is on the rocks now, trying to give the new arrivals physical strength and build their trust so that they can use their last energy to climb over the railing.
Every member of my team is now upon the rocks, in extreme danger and I notice that the same is happening at just about every front line ministry to our left and right.
The next set of waves is coming and none care if they drown.
I pull them all back by barking furious orders at them. I am not losing another team.
The lighthouse beam plays across the swell of a massive wave. There are so many people in the water that it literally looks like a a solid wave of screaming, drowning humanity. I can’t watch. I turn my face away. When this wave arrives it brings with it a flood of such crying and screaming that most of my team have blocked their ears.
The hammer and thud of bodies hitting the rocks and sides of the lighthouse is sickening. I see the lights of other ministries to my left and right wink out and for a few minutes amidst the crash and roar of the angry set of waves all is in darkness.
We drag hundreds ashore but tens of thousands drown or die from their wounds.
Half our team is gone, some too exhausted to go on, many washed out to sea.
We send the new group of rescues to as many churches on the mainland as we can, most have to walk as very few churches have outreach programs.
The previous set of waves was devastating.
Our resources are finished.
I no longer have house, car or even my watch.
Our sound systems are blown.
There is no more fuel for the generator and our light goes out.
I can’t post another appeal for funds on social media or go to another church to ask for money. I have had enough. My heart is broken again.
The secular job offers start to come in. The temptation for consistent income and an easier life overwhelming. I even research which areas of the world have the best quality of life. I think of starting a church in a wealthy area, shepherding some business people, having a nice building in a nice neighborhood. Maybe a tv ministry.
That seems to be a lot more effective than front line evangelism among the endless stream of poor. Eighty percent of humanity are in poverty. Eighty percent. Eighty percent. Eighty percent.
The number overwhelms me. Up and down the coastline I know that every ministry feels the same.
And the next set of waves come in.
I look at our remaining team and we accept our reality. If we die, we die.
I send out a post on social media. One or two people donate enough to switch the generator back on and the lighthouse beams over the sea again.
Our feeding team are now using their own resources to feed the poor. Single moms, working moms, doing what they can to keep the food coming.
Our advance teams tackle the huge swells in small, rickety boats, helping as many as they can before they might be dashed upon the rocks.
I work hard to keep my heart pure as another minister buys another private jet on tv. I try to celebrate with him but all I want to do is cry.
Social media shows many of my ministry friends going on missionary trips, I rejoice at every single one but the enormity of what faces us starts to drown me again and I feel the onset of hopeless depression creep up on me.
I sit down on the lighthouse steps. Too tired to vent my frustration.
Gatherer now appears next to me. He looks like he too has been in a raging battle somewhere.
Gatherer:
“The harvest is ripe.”
Me:
“The workers too few”.
Gatherer turns his shining face towards the mainland.
Gatherer:
“Be of good courage son of sorrow. The master has not been idle. The uniters have begun to rise. This is the season of the great harvest and even now they begin to gather the saints in stadiums and churches to pray as one.”
Builder arrives now too. Also looking a bit disheveled.
Builder:
“The enemy moves hard to shut down the freedoms of the kingdom to publicly acknowledge the Lordship of Jesus Christ but this matters not. When the body unites, His kingdom will come. When the churches unite, the reformation will sweep aside every plan of the enemy.
Behold son of sorrow, the uniters now rise and multitudes follow. Turn now your face to the mainland and see what comes.”
I turn my head away from the vast ocean and look back over the mainland. At first my pangs of shame at always hoping for help make me want to look back at the sea but I notice a series of glowing light sources cracking the night sky in the far distance.
And now my eyes open again to see in the spirit.
Above us, legions of demonic hordes fly towards the light sources. They now head into areas that have never seemed to interest them before. Until this time I had noticed their extreme focus on poverty. Now they fly in their hundreds of thousands towards the growing light in the distance. Behind us the sea calms down. Something is certainly happening.
Gatherer
“There comes now an onslaught upon the United States of America as it has never seen. All the fury of hell is brought to bare. Behold, princes and strongmen are redeployed from even Africa and India to stop the uniters.”
Six massive demons, towering three kilometers into the air, heads disappearing into the clouds stride over and past us. Coming from the sea like ancient behemoths. Their swords as big as cities, their body language aggressive.
Builder:
“Even now is the onslaught upon law and order under way. They strive to divide brother from brother and sister from sister so that the work of the uniters is frustrated. Send this message son of sorrow: ‘The war is not political or racial, it is against unity’.
Gatherer:
“If the churches of all of America unite, the churches of the world will unite with them. The enemy knows this and now moves to quell the unity.”
Builder:
“Go to the uniters, men such as Lou Engel, and tell them that all of heaven is with them. They will not be stopped, for this is the time of the great harvest.
When you go to the USA son of sorrow, Gatherer will follow with seven hundred legions. They will be with you until your return to South Africa. You must pray every night with uniters across their continent and let them know that they are not alone.
There are no borders in the Kingdom of God.
Many will now feel the discouragement of the onslaught. Share with them this strategy and tell them to be of good courage.
The work they do to unite their communities and nation in prayer is of extreme importance. Because of their hard work and faithfulness, resources will be released to the front lines.
Come now son of sorrow. See what occurs when the saints are one as we are one.”
The glow on the horizon grows. It looks like something you might see in a movie where a nuclear bomb has gone off. Another glow starts on the other side of the horizon. And another. And another.
The light starts to head towards the coast and I now see what it is:
Millions of demons fly back over our heads, back into the seas of poverty and depression, their legions running for their lives. An army in full rout.
Behind them the sky is filled with legion upon legion of angelic warriors. The sheer majesty of the heavenly advance drops me to my knees in awe.
The entire night sky is lit up with the glory of the presence of God. And now, above me, here on the coastline between poverty and abundance, the two armies thunder into each other with a sound like thunder.
My focus on the war above makes me blind to what is happening on the beach but something catches my attention and I look around me.
A massive crowd of young and old from all over the world have arrived with boats, ships, aid stations, and food.
All along the coast, massive prayer tabernacles are being built and farms are going up specifically to feed the poor. Lone missionaries at the hundreds of lighthouses are suddenly converted into battle commanders, issuing orders to the tens of thousands of new arrivals and sending out ship after ship, some of them bigger than oil tankers.
The battlefront moves out into the sea itself as the prayer cover pushes the angelic host forward. The sky rains falling demons as the advance cuts through them like butter. They limp away by the thousands to some dark recess in the spiritual realm, I don’t care where, I only care that in front of us, the sea is physically beginning to recede.
Children are rescued in their millions up and down the beach and massive theme parks are set up for them to learn and grow in the word. Millions of churches become fun places to learn the words of Jesus and most kids return to us after a few years as young adults, ready to work on the ever advancing front line.
Poverty begins to recede on every front across the world as nation after nation begin to pray in unity and convert churches into children’s ministries.
As the prayer base increases, so does the the angelic onslaught. Resources begin to flow at a rate that is unprecedented. Even the wicked begin to fund expeditions into the deepest of the waters of poverty. Those who were once missionaries are now full on Generals with massive armies. Farms are everywhere.
I grin from ear to ear as the kingdom advances, every frustration and fear forgotten.
Gatherer:
“Your assignment is thus son of sorrow. Until 2033 must the body not lose focus upon this task. The millennials and their children. Not one must perish. Not a single one. All prayer and resource must be as a single beam of light upon this task. Unite the uniters and focus all their prayer and resource upon this assignment. Do not suggest it, command it! A house divided against itself cannot stand. Those who oppose unity are themselves strongholds of the enemy. Warn them once, warn them twice and then have nothing to do with them.”
Builder:
“We cannot be specific enough in how they are to be raised. Focus them upon the words of Jesus so that they think of nothing but the kingdom. Keep from them every vile self enrichment teaching so that they will return to the battlefront in due season and not be caught up in the snare of mammon.”
Uriel joins us.
Uriel:
“The kingdom of God is first the kingdom of the word of God. For the word of God was before anything that was created. There is nothing created that was not created by the word. The word is God and the word is the authority of God. And the word became flesh and dwelt amongst man. The word made flesh is the son of God and speaks with the full authority of God. Thus is every word spoken by the son of God the word of God. There is no other word that is God or represents the heart of the Father other than the words spoken by the word made manifest.
Teach every man, woman and child first the words of the Lamb before any other words. For the kingdom suffers attrition because you do not love the words of the Lamb as the words spoken by God himself. Instead you have diluted his commands with selfish ambition. Repent now and return to your first love.
Bow your knee before the Lamb for he is Lord. If you love the the Lamb you will keep the commands of the Lamb and teach your children to do the same.”
We are back under Michael’s calf.
Builder:
“Unify the unifiers. Do this and the workers will come as you have seen in this vision.”
Gatherer:
“None must perish son of sorrow. Not a single one! Will you continue to pay the price?”
Me:
“With all that I am!”
I wake up.