Dream 44
The river in front of me is calm in this dream. Nothing foams or rages.
Uriel speaks from behind me.
Uriel:
“To worship in Spirit and in truth is to strip from your heart every layer of protection and set the word upon your lips. Even as you lead in worship must every lie and false pretense be laid down. For the anointing breaks the yoke of the bondage of sin. And when the anointing which is the physical flow of the oil of joy flows, captives are set free, your heart turns to the poor, blind see and the year of the Lord’s favor is proclaimed.”
A beautiful baby grand piano is next to Uriel.
Uriel
“Come son of sorrow. Sit. Worship in spirit and in truth.”
Me:
“I have not played in so long. My confidence is shaky.”
Uriel:
“You know enough to let the oil flow. Come son of sorrow. Sit. Worship in spirit and in truth.”
I walk to the piano nervously and sit down.
The first set of chords need my attention so that I don’t hit off keys. I don’t want to mess with whatever is supposed to happen here.
I keep playing and start to relax as my fingers find their way around the keys. Now I begin to sing. I sing of my brokenness and the state of man. I sing of the hunger of thousands of children and the abuse upon the earth. I sing of the plunder of animals and the extinction of forest life. I sing of injustice, begging God to bring rescue to all who are oppressed. I bare my soul before him and begin to weep as I play. And as I play, Gatherer and Builder join us. Then more and more Angels begin to mass behind them. They start to hum the song with me. It becomes a psalm, singing of the power of the wisdom of God and praising him for sending missionaries and resources. More Angels arrive and I begin to worship God with the same words, over and over. I sing ‘Thank you for loving me, thank you for loving us, thank you for the blood, thank you for the Holy Spirit, thank you for creating me, thank you for using me, thank you, thank you, thank you.’
I sing this over and over and as I sing, a multitude of Angels span along the banks of the river and up the hill of the property.
And then I start to sing their song. ‘Holy holy holy is the Lord of hosts. Worthy is the lamb that was slain. Holy Holy Holy is the Lamb.’
They all begin to sing along, starting to burn brightly with the glory of God upon them. It’s just us and the piano. Their voices are incredible. I’m struggling to play and wipe my eyes and nose at the same time but somehow I keep on. And now Michael is above us, three kilometers high, smashing his hammer into the dome above out city.
Builder shouts above the worship:
“Behold! This is the third day of the third month of the third year since the laying of the first stone! You are to receive instruction so that your talent is increased upon the piano and so that your voice may hold true. For many will come and worship with you and you must sing the songs of this generation so that they may hear the voices of the Angels who sing with you. And some will even see Michael with their own eyes. For you shall play and the veil between them and the spirit shall become thin. For many hardened hearts will be broken so that the Holy Spirit may heal what lies beneath.”
I continue to play and sing, now in in full free worship, singing in tongues, not even looking at the keys of the piano anymore. My head is raised to heaven and my eyes are closed and suddenly a thousand voices join mine. I know the Seraphim has joined us but I keep my eyes closed and continue to sing and play. And the warmth of the sword of the Cherubim announce their presence around me. Still I keep my eyes closed and play and now I lift my hands from the piano and stand up, hands raised to the heavens, singing in my tongue.
Uriel:
“Now speak the words of the son!”
The Angels continue to sing their song. ‘Holy Holy Holy’ and I raise my voice to shout across the river.
Me:
“Ngwathe, bring your children! Let them be blessed for theirs is the Kingdom of god. Ngwathe you are no longer slaves to the plan of the deceiver for it is written that he has come to bring life and life in abundance. You have more than enough! MORE THAN ENOUGH! MORE THAN ENOUGH!”
I sit down and begin to play again, singing ‘more than enough’ over and over. And now other musicians start to join me. A full choir comes. And more Angels arrive, starting to line the sky above us. The Seraphim, forty meters high in the air, light streaming in every direction singing ‘His love is more than enough’.
Now I notice the air above Ngwathe is thunderous with dark clouds and here above us across the river in the North West province the Sun beams down through broken clouds. Saints drive across the bridge to us and start to line the river, looking upon Ngwathe, singing ‘His love is more than enough’. And now every Angel turns towards Ngwathe with the saints, all with outstretched hands, blessing Ngwathe, singing ‘His love is more than enough’.
And now the entire prayer path around us bursts into a glorious fire that reaches up beyond the clouds and those upon different prayer paths around the world can be seen around us. Each praying for his city. And we join them, praying with them for their cities, like a portal between heaven and earth and various place around the earth. We sing in complete unity for every city upon the earth. ‘His love is more than enough’.
Intercessors, pastors, prophets, choirs, all start to come to every prayer path and the earth begins to groan and creak beneath our feet as it starts to shake off the agony inflicted upon it by mankind. Rain begins to fall in dry places, bringing forth life where there was no life. Resources begin to dry up for those who plunder our forests. Public outcry rises up against nations who kill for sport and the hearts of the children of God begin to turn to their responsibility to govern the earth so that it may be as Eden once again.
Now I see that we are on the land across the road. The prayer path is extended here and I am still beneath Michael’s calf.
Builder:
“This land belongs to the sons of Ishmael; you must purchase it so that it becomes a place of worship. For the authority must belong to the sons of Isaac.”
I realize that the land with the prayer path is Christian and the land on the other side of the road belongs to my Muslim friends.
Me:
“Am I to go to war with Muslims?”
Builder:
“You are not to go to war with man. The war is not against flesh and blood. But you are to make sure that the Antichrist takes no land in your region. For land is the blessing of God. The kingdom must expand its physical territory as it expands its spiritual territory.
You (plural) are to own every bit of land beneath the legs of Michael so that he is strengthened for this task. For the spiritual sons of Ishmael will bring great frustration to you if they are allowed beneath the shadow of Michael. Again I say to you. Take that land and make it a place of worship!”
And instruct the saints to not allow the building of Mosques. For in those very places do they declare that the son of God is not the son of God and there do the demons gain the authority of Ecclesia. Rejoice son of sorrow, for the protectors of Israel shall aid you in taking the land.
Already now do they move to set up a place of worship in the midst of Ngwathe. Move to buy any land that they set their eyes upon. Pay whatever price. Protect your children. Do all in love and say no negative thing about them. For they are all loved dearly by the Father. Make these things known to the protectors of Israel.
Even these sons of Ishmael hunger for righteousness but are led astray by the spirit of the Antichrist. Many shall come to know the son as Lord. Only must the saints be obedient to pray together and raise their children in the way, the truth and the life.”
We are in Lagos, Nigeria, outside a beautiful, modern Mosque and we jump from huge, modern Mosque to huge modern Mosque. One even has 20 000 seats. The building is majestic.
We jump back to South Africa outside beautiful, modern Mosques. Majestic buildings that stand out beautifully wherever they are.
Builder:
“Look how beautiful and powerful they appear. Such things have great appeal to the poor and to the rich who are like whitewashed tombstones. They spend much time on the exterior of their lives with things that glitter and shine and with rituals that contain no emotion.
This is the spirit of both mammon and Antichrist. You must be less concerned with the appearance of your buildings and more concerned with the condition of your heart.
Heed these words son of sorrow:
Build places of ecclesiastical worship but use nature to make them beautiful. Do not waste money on things that impress man. For such things cause much offense to those who seek the expansion of the kingdom of God. Only fools think that such things as buildings matter to God. Buildings are just places to meet but the temples that matter are the hearts of every believer.
Spend as little resource as you can on buildings. But buy land and bring beauty to it. Use nature as you were instructed in Eden. Cause people to walk in gardens of such beauty that they sense the love of God there. Buy land even in the midst of great poverty and make parks for children with beautiful plants and trees and places of fun. And have the churches in those areas maintain and tend to those parks.
Instruct every believer to create beauty upon their land so that people may marvel at the creation of God. For this is the product of a close proximity to God. That man shall manifest Eden once again.
Invite the artists to build sculptures and paint paintings and create places where prayer and worship are easy. Raise your children to love the word and to love God and love all that He has created.
Create beautiful botanical gardens and make them safe so that families may walk and bask in all that the Father has created.
All who read what you record here must heed these instructions. Prayer paths with farms and beautiful gardens must be built in every city and every church Ecclesia must create beautiful places for children and families to marvel at the love of God.
Be beautiful and loving and expressive in all that you do. You are the children of the living God who is the creator of everything. You are the protectors of His creation. So protect it and subdue it and bring its beauty to its full potential! Such things bring peace and healing to the hardest hearts. For the love of God is all the power you need. His love is exceedingly, abundantly above all you can ask or think or imagine. His love is more than enough and you are to show it through the works of your hands.”
We stand on the property across the road from our prayer path.
A large warehouse with beautiful hydroponic flowers inside and outside is in the middle of the property. It is surrounded by ledges and a thick mossy floor. Like grass but much softer. A fine mist is sprayed over the entire property all day. Rubber plants are everywhere and a beautiful play park for kids with benches for parents overlooks the river. The warehouse is a small auditorium for worship. The gardens make it the most beautiful building I have ever seen. I imagine prayer meetings and worship sessions weddings and baby dedications and all sorts of special things happening here. Further up, towards the top of the property is a lodge with accommodation for people who have come to help the vision.
This place is very beautiful. There are security cameras everywhere and a security company has an office right there.
Builder:
“Note this son of sorrow. This place and your home must be watched both in the physical and in the spirit. For upon the laying of the first stone shall the enemy begin to look for opportunities to remove the courier or discredit all that God is doing here. As Israel needed to be weary in crossing the desert, so must you be weary for these 17 years, 7 months and 7 days. Leave no cracks open in your ranks lest the enemy take advantage.
Protect the property and keep the children safe from every evil intention. Let it be known that this is a place of safe place both in the spirit and in the natural.
The helper must be sure that all bases are covered.
Many shall come from many lands. Keep them safe son of sorrow.
The kingdom is all!”
I wake up.
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