Dream 62
I am in a large room with screens that cover all four walls. Video of colorful ink drops landing in water is displayed on each wall.
I play the piano and the visuals on each wall respond to the sound made by the piano. There is also projection onto the ceiling high above us. Sometimes stars, sometimes clouds, sometimes bright ink splashing into the purest of white.
The room is filled with a few hundred people deep in worship with me. The atmosphere is thick with the manifest presence of the Holy Spirit and it almost appears as if the colors have come right off the screens.
Scriptures appear on every screen and we sing those scriptures with all our heart.
The atmosphere is incredible.
I am in front of the river under Michael’s calf. Uriel stands beside me.
I move my hand in front of my face and it is like dragging my fingers through thin oil. The feeling is incredible. I take off my shoes and wiggle my toes. Pressure lifts off my tired feet.
I take a deep breath and the thin oil runs over my tongue, into my lungs. Sweet to the taste, sweet in the lungs.
Uriel:
“Stretch forth thine hands son of sorrow.”
I stretch my arms out before me towards the river as instructed and the oil around me moves with them. Soft splashes of bright color trail behind my fingers, leaking forth from the pores of my skin. Every molecule in ecstasy.
Uriel:
“Look to thy left and right son of sorrow.”
I look to my left and right. Mostly women and a few men stand next to me down the entire length of the property riverfront. All with their hands stretched out towards the town on the other side of the river.
The same colorful oil rises from their skin in a fine, oily mist.
Uriel:
“Now speak the words of the son over this city and proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”
We all begin to speak great things over the town and as we speak, it gently begins to rain colorful oil upon the entire region.
After a while, everyone jumps into their vehicles and head back over the bridge, I watch as the oil trails the cars and passes through the barrier into the town. Each vehicle trailing colorful oil as it drives through Parys, Tumahole, Vredefort, Koppies, Heilbron and even as far as the Vaal area and Johannesburg. Some head to Potchefstroom. All places within an hour and a half of driving.
As they drive, principalities and demons are coated with the oil and writhe uncomfortably as the presence of the anointing upon each saint burns into their very existence.
Each car goes home and studies the word, testifies, prays and declares what is written. The colorful oil seeps out of the windows and every space under every door, permeating the entire atmosphere. The air smells so sweet that everyone takes deeper breaths and smiles at the effect upon their hearts.
Uriel:
“Know this son of sorrow: When both worship and word exist together simultaneously upon the lips of many, such power is released that man cannot comprehend. For there the Holy Spirit is made welcome and there the free will of man unlocks gates that no man or demon can shut. Even the most powerful principalities fear such a display of power. For there is nothing that contains the physical presence and manifest power of God more than the oil of joy. His joy is your strength. His word is your authority. His banner over you is love and when this banner is displayed for every man and every demon to see, it is made known that you are His disciple. In His presence is fullness of joy and that joy brings forth solutions and answers to nations.
Behold, it rains upon the entire nation. The blessing of the Father is now made manifest upon all for this nation now begins to worship in spirit and in word. It rains grace and favor and wisdom upon all.
Speak thus unto all who have ears to hear:
Lift thine heads saints. Lift thy eyes from the ground and look to the heavens. Let the rain of the oil of joy fall upon thine eyes so that the kingdom is made visible to thee. And know that all before thine eyes is thine.
The kingdom is all son of sorrow!”
I lift my eyes and feel the rain fall upon them in splashes of incredible pleasure. My spirit begins to rejoice and vibrate at such an intensity that I can actually feel it around my skin.
I begin to dance and sing as my eyes open to every amazing solution to my small challenges and know that I have nothing to fear, for God is with me.
Hands raised, I stand there with my eyes to the heavens. It is night time and I see the illuminated oil falling from the skies in a display of ultraviolet beauty that I cannot sufficiently describe here.
I begin to speak the word over every nation, declaring the year of the Lord’s favor and His kingdom come and His will be done.
Me:
“Hear me every town and city in every nation. The kingdom is all! I declare His kingdom come and His will be done in your home and your community. I declare peace and joy upon you and I proclaim wisdom beyond your years. You are loved and blessed and highly favored! I declare that great men and women who walk and move as Uniters are coming to you”
Uriel:
“Blessed be he who comes in the name of the Lord!”
Me:
“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”
Uriel:
“The kingdom is all son of sorrow. Proclaim now a blessing upon they who read what you record.”
Me:
“To those who read what I record: In this moment, right now, touch these words and be blessed. You are loved and highly favored and the oil of joy shall flow through you, permeating the atmosphere around you. Receive this blessing, close your eyes and declare that you are a child of the living God, blessed and highly favored!”
Uriel:
“The kingdom is all, the kingdom is heaven on earth!”
Me:
“Hallelujah, the kingdom is all!”
I wake up.