Dream 45
I wake up in our hotel room to come face to face with a gaunt principality.
I am still lying in my bed, the principality is leaning over me with its face a few centimeters from mine.
The bloodless face with sharp features contains eyes that dart nervously left and right, rest on me for a few seconds and dart around again.
I am too tired to feel any kind of fear. If I die, I die. Whatever.
Principality:
“Why is there a courier here?”
Me:
“Where is here?”
I genuinely have no idea where we are. I am so tired. So tired.
Principality:
“Are you going to live here? Why do you have such a large host with you? Why are you here?”
I’m so tired. I just want this thing to stop talking and let me sleep.
My eyes focus beyond the principality and see Gatherer standing directly behind the prince with drawn sword.
The principality follows my eyes and spins around.
Principality:
“I have legal right to ask these questions. Why is he here? Who is this?’
Six demons appear in the room.
Gatherer
“We are just passing through. Do not start a fight here demon. The courier is protected. Even now saints begin to pray for him across the world because you interfere with things that are none of your concern. Do not ask further questions or seek to contest his presence here or you will bring upon yourself a siege that you cannot win.”
Principality:
“I am established here. Debt and delay reign supreme here. Do not threaten me Angel.
I have legions of my own.”
Gatherer:
“Suit yourself, but know this:
If you move upon the courier and delay us here, many will come. Intercessors, evangelists, prophets and with them more hosts of heaven than you can count.
This place is not our assignment. We will be here seven hours and then shall we depart.”
The principality of debt and delay for this region begins to pace up and down on the carpet in front of me. Six demons warily eyeing Gatherer. The principality turns to look at me.
Principality:
“Who are you? Why are you here? Is it true that you move from this place in seven hours?”
I am so tired.
Me:
“I am no threat to this place but surely even now the Father raises up a generation who will shut your operation down demon. However. If you insist and if the Lord of hosts allows it, I will bring intercessors and prophets here who speak nothing but the words of the son.”
Principality:
“You have seven hours. No more.”
The principality disappears, leaving Gatherer and I alone in the room. (Besides my wife who sleeps beside me).
Gatherer:
“The uniters in this area are pressed hard from every angle. This principality of debt and delay bows all low and robs them of the energy to hope.
Do you see now why the prayer paths are so important? This principality reigns this place uncontested. Many lives are delayed by addiction and debt and bitterness.
Brokeness upon brokeness.
Most churches in this area refuse to unite or even pray together.
I tell you this courier. Let the uniters come together here for just 21 days and the heavens will crack with the thunder of God’s mercy and grace and unconditional love. And bold, fearless evangelists will rise from the ashes of hopelessness and wreak such damage upon this principality that it would take generations for the darkness to recover.
For this place is so ripe for revival that one push is all it needs.
Let the intercessors come together from every church and ministry for 21 days and let them fast and pray and the glory of God shall fill every nook and cranny. The harvest is ripe.”
Me:
“So why don’t we stay here for bit and get the ball rolling?”
Gatherer:
“We are assigned to an international unification assignment son of sorrow. Leave the local battles to those who God chooses. He alone sets the members of the body as He sees fit. Our war is against the gates of hell itself. And all who join this are called to the same.
Be at peace, the Father has already raised more than a hundred uniters in this place. Revival is coming to this place and men and women far greater than you will bring heaven here.”
I laugh out loud, not rebelliously but at a thought that crosses my mind.
Me:
“Always ‘far greater than me’ hahahaha.
Answer me this Gatherer: Why do you use these greater men and women in local communities and cities and us lesser mortals against the international tides of hell? How about getting a greater leader and letting me sleep?”
Gatherer:
“It takes a lot more focus and contact with things of mammon to defeat principalities in cities and towns. They are so entrenched that the very best of God’s elite must be employed to battle them for decades and decades.
An assignment such as yours takes those who are completely destroyed by the enemy. For you cannot lead a war against the spirit of the antichrist, you can only play your part and be blind to all else that God orchestrates with others in the same strategy.
You are nothing but a facilitator son of sorrow. Most at your level of creative talent and real world experience would not be content with the assignment of courier but you have been so battered that not even your ego is left standing. It is the same with all who stand beside you. Sons of sorrow, destroyed and now ready to be nothing but cogs in a greater plan.”
Me:
“Nice. Real nice. So God uses the rejects and the dregs and the broken as spare parts in his war machine?”
Gatherer:
“Your humor is not lost upon me son of sorrow.It is good to see you smile again. And yes, the Father relishes in taking that which was meant for evil and turning it to good. Those who are weary and heavy laden and broken by the enemy have no time for counterfeit Christianity and bring much devastation to the kingdom of darkness when the word is upon their lips. Do not underestimate the word of your testimony.
The kingdom of mammon hides many dark things in the shadows of many darkened hearts. It is only in the brokeness of your testimony that the embers of the dying light can be reached.”
Exhaustion finally overcomes me so that I fall into a deeper sleep, beyond the vision.
I feel like I am in a washing machine, tumbling and tumbling.
I wake up.
We are on a journey in Kentucky USA, the town where we stopped for a three-hour sleep was Lexington. So all who are from there, please take note of the above dream and share it with the uniters in that place..
The next dream can be called dream 45b.
It is a four-hour journey to our next ministry venue and I have naps in the back seat, interrupted by bumps and traffic stops and slows.
Each bump pulls me out of the dream and back to this realm and every time I nod off, Uriel is waiting for me.