Dream 35
We are on the land under Michael’s calf.
Uriel places his hand upon my shoulder.
Uriel:
“Son of sorrow, before you go to the USA must you first see why Africa is so important to the global strategy of the Father. Prepare yourself to see a prince and his strongmen. They are certainly intimidating and can cause much fear, but know that I can bring you back to this place in the blink of an eye. You will never be in danger. Just do not allow yourself to be in fear and speak respectfully as one who represents the Lord.”
Me:
“How much authority do I have?”
Uriel:
“As a body, unlimited authority. As individuals, not much. The authority that you have is the authority of the Son and thus only applies if you move as servants of the Son.
Servants of the son are filled with love for all of creation and even though we war against these principalities, they are still part of that very creation. The kingdom of man seeks revenge and retribution but the kingdom of the Lamb seeks love and reconciliation. Even though these principalities are beyond reconciliation, must you still deal with them in love for God is love and anything that is not done in love is not of God.”
Me:
“Wait. You are telling me to love demons?”
Uriel:
“To love something is not to worship it or bow to it. For love will speak the truth even if it costs a relationship. The goal is not to lose the relationship though. So we speak with honor and respect whether or not it is deserved. Those in darkness are lost. Do we despise and dishonor someone who has lost their way? To we speak down to them just because we have higher ground?
Those who scream profanities at even the devil or profess to bind demons are like the sons of Sceva, operating in their own power, not understanding that even Jesus did no such thing on this earth.
The enemy can be resisted and will depart from what is written but these are not things to celebrate about or rejoice in. The fall of Lucifer is a tragedy and breaks the heart of all of heaven as much as the fall of man.
If you are of the kingdom of light, then the light which is the love of God is within you and all that comes from you is light and love. You must shine in the darkness and not combat evil with evil but rather evil with good.
For to combat even these fallen Angels with evil is to give them a foothold to bring you further into darkness. Let the Holy Spirit do the talking and you will understand that your authority is love.
As a single man can love be eroded but as two or three or more can you strengthen one another so that even an entire legion of demons are frustrated so that they must flee. The kingdom of the son is not of this world and does not operate like this world. For the kingdom of the son is a kingdom of servanthood, not lording any authority over any other being.”
The revelation washes over me and I drop to my knees.
Me:
“Father, I repent for my arrogance in asserting authority in frustration and commanding evil spirits in anger. Please forgive my foolishness. I desire to be a vessel of love and love only. Remove this spirit of arrogance and renew a right spirit within me.”
Uriel:
“Amen. This is a good prayer son of sorrow.”
We are somewhere along the border of Nigeria and Niger. Boko Haram fighters drive old vehicles with mounted weapons ahead of us as we travel with them to a secret base somewhere in the bush.
Uriel:
“Prepare thyself son of sorrow, act and speak respectfully as an ambassador of the kingdom, not as a belligerent child. Even the ego of a demon responds well to this.”
I prepare myself for what is to come and the column of ragtag vehicles comes to a stop outside a cave with some old buildings around the entrance.
We enter the cave and see bunk beds and desks in the same open space. The place smells like urine and sweat. The men here have eyes devoid of passion.
There are wooden cages at the back of the cave with young boys and naked girls who try to cover their shame even after countless violations.
I feel sick to my stomach and hatred starts to rise within me for these men in this place.
Prayer mats litter the floor and now many of the soldiers kneel upon the prayer mats chanting their prayers to Allah.
I feel the contempt rise within me and struggle to control it.
Uriel:
“Be as the lamb among these wolves.”
Me:
“Father, them, for they know not what they do.”
The words sound hollow upon my lips because I think they know exactly what they are doing.
Uriel:
“Most of these men were captured and indoctrinated as boys. They feel as justified in their sin as you do when you curse someone in traffic. You must see that the war is not against these men. They will reap the harvest of what they have sown but they are mere victims. Behold, the true enemy has arrived.”
An angel as tall as Uriel, at least two heads taller than I, appears inside the cave and walks straight towards us without looking to the left or right. As he moves, six more appear on either side of him, all completely focused on Uriel.
As usual, I cannot see Uriel’s face through the light upon it but I know the Angels headed towards me are demons because I can clearly see their arrogant, bloodless, sharp faces.
The leading demon looks straight at Uriel:
Principality:
“What is this?”
His voice is harsh, filled with contempt and hatred. He snaps out sentences impatiently as if the mere speaking of them offends him.
Principality:
“We are here in full legality. Do you come to argue this? Angel of ‘wisdom’?”
He looks at me.
Peace comes over me as I sense the Holy Spirit within me. I feel no fear.
Principality:
“Ah a courier!! You are neither here nor not here, and certainly welcome. Have you come to strike a bargain?”
Uriel:
“He is here to speak to you. Entice him if you so desire, all are free to choose.”
I am a bit shocked at this and the demon sees it.
Principality:
“Ahh. Free will. The Father hands us the keys to the universe with such folly. Even now do we easily lead more than half of this earth while He has less than a third – and even they squabble among themselves like fools. You should join us. We are winning decisively.”
His confidence is jarring and I realize that all of his focus is now upon me, completely ignoring Uriel. He wants to win me over to his cause.
Principality:
“Even now do we work to surround the middle east. In a few short generations we shall use these extended sons of Ishmael to conquer Nigeria, Niger, Mali, Sudan and Ethiopia. Our forces shall then push southwards and establish our throne upon this continent. Already we push towards Israel and have established footholds in Europe. Imagine the power we will have with a united continent! In two generations, Europe will be ours and then with Europe and Africa can we establish our throne in Jerusalem. You can be our man in South Africa. We have much wealth that can be sent to you. And every fantasy, without limit can come true! Simply become our courier. Write for us instead of ‘them’.”
He waves his arm at Uriel as if swatting away an irritation. His contempt palpable.
He is so anxious to win me over that he brags the entire strategy as if it cannot be stopped. I play along respectfully to hear more.
Me
“How are you so confident that we would win if I were to join you, and what about my soul?”
Principality:
“It is written that the end will only come when the gospel is preached to all nations and that the Messiah will only return for a victorious bride. Join us, write for us and know that we shall never allow the gospel to be preached to all of mankind nor shall we allow the bride to be victorious. Look how they leave us to plunder this continent!
Hear this Courier: when your body dies and your soul passes, you go to sleep until the final judgement. If the gospel is not preached to all of mankind, the final judgment shall never come. The flesh that you possess is capable of pleasures far beyond that of the spirit man.
Serve with us and we shall bring to you such power that all will want you and we shall bring to you even those who do not want you. See how we establish our throne upon this continent through the children of Ishmael? See how we establish our throne upon this continent through the children of mammon? You will have power through what you write such as Mohammed!
Do only these things:
Use your real name so that we may make you famous and point the readers to your word as law, not to the words of the son of God.
In your name shall millions be fed and clothed and at the right time shall you recognize Mohammed as the true prophet and messiah. From the South shall your gospel bring us great power and we shall meet you from the north.
When Africa is one united nation under Islam shall we keep the USA at war, even stimulating perceived racism with its attacks upon Africa so that the whole world will condemn it. We shall thus tie the hands of the allies so that we may strike Israel legally and place our throne in Jerusalem.
Join us Courier! The things you write now will not come to pass. The kingdom of God will starve you of resource for they care not for our continent.
You will see in these next 33 days how you are given nothing but empty promises and worthless handshakes and then at then end of these 33 days shall you and I speak again and We shall bless you with such abundance and fame and power and every carnal fantasy that you will know what it is to truly be rewarded for your service.
What has God done for you but bring pain? What has his body done for you but cause your heart to break? The way of the world is not love Courier. Do not be deceived, the way of the world is power. If you desire to help your fellow man, you need power. We have more power than you could ever imagine!
Know that you may help many in your own name and those who refuse to join you we shall conquer. And their daughters shall be your slaves and their sons shall fight in your armies and work in your fields.
Write for us and I shall be your new guide. This Angel of ‘wisdom’ can offer you nothing but empty speeches. I can bring you power beyond your imagining.
You will eat all of the delicious fruit that the flesh craves and you shall live a long life as our courier. And then shall you sleep, never to see judgement as we continue to make sure that none hear the gospel in our places of power.”
I look at Uriel, I want to leave.
He says nothing, patiently waiting for everything to play out.
The principality looks at me now with a fatherly look. Interested in my answer.
Me:
“It is written that only the Father knows when the son will return and that those who follow you will burn with you eternally. I have no desire for slaves and the pursuit of the cravings of my flesh. Nor do I have any cravings for fame. You have nothing to offer me that I could possibly desire. I died to all of that stuff a long time ago. Absent this assignment do I not even have a desire to live. I am done speaking to you.”
The principality listens keenly and looks at me with what appears to be genuine concern.
Principality:
“You speak as one who has lost so much that you no longer have the courage to hope for anything good. You have been through so much pain that you would rather die than taste even one drop more. This is what the Father has done to you. This is his way. He uses and abuses his sons and throws them under the bus at will. Our servants kill Christians, rape their women, murder their children and the Father does nothing. You are sheep to him. Is that not what the son calls you? Sheep? Nothing but dumb sheep?
Is that love? Is that a loving Father?
No. That is a heartless tyrant who feels nothing for anything or anyone but his own failing plan.
Look at how pathetic his children are? Pop stars and motivational speakers with witless idiots following them. The rest are wanna-be pop stars and motivational speakers. Followed by gullible sheep who do nothing but help their pop stars and motivational speakers build fancy buildings and drive nice cars.
Do not tell me that this does not irritate you Courier. Does it not frustrate you? Does it not fill you with contempt?
They leave us to run rampant while they do pop shows and useless speeches.
Join us and make a real difference. You will be allowed to hope again and laugh from your belly once again. And you will not have to depend on the obedience or grace of dumb sheep. Even the son calls them dumb sheep.
Know this: It is written that only the Father knows the time of the return of the son but it is written that the Father does nothing without letting his prophets know first. The prophets are silent Courier and they shall remain silent, except for some pointless motivation here and there where the honorarium are good of course.
The prophets will remain silent on the return of the son because the son cannot return until all have heard the gospel. All will never hear the gospel because we will kill all who speak it. This continent shall prosper under the reign of the sons if Ishmael and it shall be a dark, dangerous place for the sons of Abraham.
And no gospel being preached shall the son never return. You will never see judgement.
With us shall you have riches and joy and peace and power. And with us shall you pass away a powerful man into a peaceful eternal sleep. With The Father shall you have sacrifice and betrayal and ridicule and with the Father shall you constantly be surrounded by stupid sheep. Remember Courier. The Son himself was frustrated continuously with those same types and called them sheep many times.
But do not be hasty in your decision. You have traveled a hard road courier and must think on much. 33 days from today shall we speak again and you shall know the lack of care of the sons of God and the lack of provision and the lack of faith. They not will change and to them will you not be special.
But to us will you be the great scribe, known to all as a great prophet and man of God. Millionaires and Billionaires will flock to you for one blessing or one word. You can even carry on in the ways of the Christian, only bring glory to yourself.
Doing thus will we help you and you will never need to ask another dumb sheep for money ever again.
We will build farms with you and develop new technologies that change nations.
You shall be known as a saint and loved by all.
You will walk among the people and they shall crowd just to touch you for you will be known as their provider and a man who truly loves them.
Think on these things courier.
Call upon me any time in these 33 days and I shall come to you.”
We are back on the land under Michael’s calf.
It seems so dry here, even though a river flow in front of me.
I feel so dry inside my heart, even though an Angel stands next to me.
Me:
“I could feed millions and change generations. Is this not worth a man’s soul? I have been willing to lay down my life so why not my soul? I could end poverty by myself in one generation.”
Uriel:
“We have taught you that food without the bread of life is not enough, but this is your choice son of sorrow. We are not to intervene.”
The water in the river in front of me looks dry somehow. Like the emptiness inside of my soul.
Me:
“He is right. I can’t handle another drop of pain or disappointment. What if this trip to the USA is a waste of time? What if I come back disappointed again? What if I get angry and bitter at the body again? Either way I lose my soul. Is it not better to lose my soul knowing that I have made the world a much better place for it?”
Uriel:
“This is your choice son of sorrow. All of it is your choice. We will be with you until you want us here no longer. The Father has much faith in his children to make the right choices and so do we.”
I wake up.
33 days from today is the 25th of September 2016.
The day we are supposed to lay the first stone of the Bible theme park.
May God be with me and if I fail in this task, may he have mercy upon me.
Pray for me all who read this. The temptation is greater than I can explain.
I have been in the lake of fire and even now consider the cost of bringing provision to mankind even at that risk again. Pray that miracles happen in the hearts of the saints and that they send both money and manpower. Pray that these 33 days make it easy for me to turn down this offer. Do not judge my weakness. I desire to be obedient to God but desire to end poverty with equal passion.
Pray for me. For if the saints are disobedient, I fear that I shall fail this test.