I really do not want to post this dream. It exposes who I could be.
Please pray as one that the vision comes to pass with full international participation.
I will also completely understand if anyone wishes to leave this group after reading the dream.
Everything has been checked for Biblical accuracy.
Thank you.
Dream 60
(I fell asleep on the airplane between Colorado Springs and Houston on route to Orlando.)
I am in Parys, Free State, South Africa.
The dreams usually start on the other side of the river under Michael’s calf but today I am in the center of the town, in the town hall.
It is dark, the prayer meeting is over. Some light comes through the windows to illuminate some of the old shapes that creak and groan in the night.
A tall man sits on the edge of the stage, at least two heads taller than I am. His legs dangle as he looks at me with seething hatred.
Principality:
“We should have killed you when we had the chance.”
Me:
“You are right. It is too late now. The chain reaction has begun, the champions begin to stand on their own.”
Principality:
“We know that you have left the Free State. When you return, we will finish the job. It was assumed that you would take one of the offers. We thought that we had broken you enough to be useful to us but we were wrong.”
Me:
“You certainly broke me enough. But someone else has plans for me and soon you will be the ones who are broken.”
He jumps off the stage and walks towards me. Towering above me, intimidating, oozing hatred.
Principality:
“You have shaken your fear then? You fear me no longer?”
The atmosphere thickens to the familiar suicidal fog that was my companion for those ten long years. The weight of it is immense but I stand, looking straight up into the black eyes above me. Ten years of this. Ten years. This was the principality assigned to keep me in that hell.
Me:
“I fear you no longer.”
Principality:
“Tell me courier. How did this occur? How does a man as bitter and broken as you suddenly come back to hope? The church is still the same. The critics are still the same. The failures are still the same. We move every mentor and father figure against you and you against them. Yet you keep standing, you keep uniting and now you accept the mantle of sacrifice and turn down every offer of temptation. How is this possible? Take the offer or the spirit of torment returns!”
An entity moves from the shadows, sliding towards me with such malevolent power that I have to put one foot behind the other to brace myself. Anxiety starts to wrap itself around my neck as if this thing has tentacles. The usual paranoia sets in and I feel the familiar pit in my stomach.
I take a deep breath.
Me:
“The ‘how’ is simple.
I am dead. You cannot kill what is already dead.
I am broken, you cannot break me any further.
I have neither hope nor desire for my own life. Only for the advance of the kingdom.
All that lives within me is obedience.”
I reach up and grab the principality by his throat, power coursing through my spirit with such intensity that I could snap it like a twig.
He is forced to his knees, huge hands weakly grabbing at my arms.
Me:
“When you killed me, someone else took over. Someone with the power to speak you out of existence.”
I drag his face towards mine so that our noses are inches apart and look at him with pity.
He is lost and blinded by a skilled liar and will never know the presence and the glory of God again.
Me:
“I no longer live. Christ lives in me, through me and His anointing is upon me. I care for nothing that you can offer and I fear nothing that you can do. Now take your pet and leave this region.”
The principality stands on shaking legs and suddenly sprouts a set of wings that reach from one end of the hall to the other. In a swift movement he unsheathes a sword and shakily points it at me.
Principality:
“When you return to the Free State, one much greater than I will make sure that your life ends!”
Me:
“Take your Peacock show elsewhere and tell your master that he is too late. I am already dead. Now leave me be in the name of Jesus.”
At the name of Jesus he disappears with his spirit of torment, leaving me alone in the hall once more. The prayers in this place have left the floor, walls and ceiling coated in an oil of glory. I drop to my knees and begin to worship God, singing from my heart, ‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty’.
Builder appears beside me and lays his hand upon my shoulder.
Builder:
“The intercessors have set many free. Can you sense the power of their prayers in this place son of sorrow?’
Me:
“I can”.
Builder:
“Inform them that such united prayer is the key to advancing the kingdom. Inform them that their work is not in vain. Let them read what you record and inform them that the king is pleased with His faithful servants. Even now Michael sets his face towards this place. And soon shall you arrive with him. But you are not to enter this province. Keeping you alive will come at a great cost and many will get hurt. When you arrive you must proceed directly to the land beneath Michael’s calf.. All who read what you record must now intercede for the funds to come immediately.
For now do the great principalities assigned to this vision move to bring great delay and if they are successful by even one hour, two generations will be lost.
For the courier serves to daily remind all of the gravity of their kingdom assignments and unite many uniters who are the key to all that must come. And from entering the airspace of South Africa to placing your foot upon the land shall there be a great war to keep you hidden. But know that you must be upon that land by midnight and you must not enter the Free State.”
Me:
“I don’t understand how there is still so much war if Jesus defeated the devil on the cross. And why do I not simply resist the devil? Surely he must flee from me as it is written?”
Builder:
“In context son of sorrow. Everything in context. The devil flees from all who submit to God. You have authority only in Christ and Christ through you. And just as Christ had a human devil called Judas and just as Simon was the devil in those moments before he was Peter, so do people become devils intent on doing the will of their master.
As broken as you are can you become the devil to yourself son of sorrow. For a small nudge from a strongman can set off a chain reaction of choice that no angel can stop.
The Holy Spirit has instructed you to move to the land by midnight on the 25 September and to stay out of the Free State. All who council otherwise are both Judas and devil.
For not knowing the word and having no revelation of the spiritual realm or the structure of principalities and authorities do ignorant children do and say ignorant things. Not even Michael will take on certain princes for they are only defeated by the Lord of hosts Himself.
All who read what you record must take note of these facts son of sorrow:
Seek first the kingdom of God. Be one as we are one. Raise the children in the way they should go. Pray together and pray the word!
None must presume to have authority over regions and strongmen. This authority is given to corporate ecclesia, not single men who think more of themselves than they ought.
Your power is in unity and submission to Jesus as Lord.”
Me:
“I will submit. What if I am unable to be upon the land, if we are delayed? Is there a backup plan?”
Builder:
“Gatherer will destroy your flesh so that your soul might be saved. For if the conditions are not set, Michael will come two generations hence. And you will be filled with anger at the body once again, filled with such rage that no amount of love around you will save you. And you will call upon the principalities, accepting their offer and bringing much persecution to the body of Christ with false accusation and manipulation of words.”
Me:
“You think I am that evil?”
Builder:
“You will become a man of such hatred for the body of Christ and His host that generations will not recover. It rains down upon righteous and unrighteous with equal measure. As obedient as you are to the son now is as obedient as you will become for the enemy if you turn your face from His love. Already you look at the saints with eyes of blame for every dead child. If Michael does not come, your heart will break with such violence that you will do anything to save the victims in your dreams. And you will treat the angelic hosts as hostile and continue to dream, conversing with principalities and authorities. You will forfeit your very soul to save the victims in your dreams
For this reason must all pray that this vision comes to pass and that there is international unification to save Africa. Be strong and courageous son of sorrow, the saints will be obedient.”
I wake up.