Dream 66
The battle over the South Atlantic is intense but Michael and his host have pushed closer towards Africa.
In the skies above me and in the sea below me, angel and demon are committed to severe battle. I now understand why the demons fight for ground so passionately. They believe that Africa is their key to perpetually postponed judgement. They believe that if Africa and Asia are a black hole for missionaries, half the planet kept from the gospel will force the Father to postpone the return of the son. They are literally fighting for their eternity.
I would feel sorry for them if it were not for the fact that I have seen the starvation, human trafficking, slavery, torture, poverty and genocide that they visit upon all within their kingdom.
God is truly just; such corrupted beings deserve every drop of what is coming to them.
The highest ranking principalities for the continent of Africa, two fallen archangels who represent mammon and the antichrist work hard to delay the arrival of Michael in South Africa. Both battle him simultaneously but are steadily driven backwards. They seem to be successful in their tactic to delay him though. His movement is very slow.
Anxiety brushes the edges of my conscience as I know the consequences for me personally if Michael does not arrive in time and Uriel senses this.
Uriel:
“The time has come for your final decision son of sorrow. Choose this day whom you will serve.”
Lucifuge appears before me, gigantic and inviting. Every inch of his presence a temptation of power and acceptance. His voice sooths and allays my fears and I listen as he speaks.
Lucifuge:
“Courier! It is good to see you! The battle to hold back the attack dog of the great liar has been fierce but we see effective results. Michael shall be delayed. Africa shall be ours and we shall do glorious things together!
Know that I look forward to serving you courier. Our destiny is a great one, mighty works shall spring from your hands and all shall know you as the man who feeds Africa.
All that you need to is take the glory upon your own name for all that you record. Let us make you famous and loved and revered. Is it not written that those who teach the word are worth of double honor? Are you not one of those? Every sacrifice that has flowed from your veins deserves rich reward and the Father has done nothing to reward you.
Do you own a single thing that is not a tool for ministry? Do you ever look after yourself courier?
No. For you are a slave to a heartless God in a kingdom of heartless sheep. Join us and you shall have great power and great reward and you shall feed many.
Tell me courier, do you have the resource and support required to fulfill all that you have been shown?
Is the land purchased? Do you have monthly support? Do your brethren even believe that the things you record are true?
No, no and no. For the kingdom of the Father is a selfish kingdom and only his most charismatic manipulators are entitled to riches. Those who step away from glory and work in the trenches get nothing. Is this fair to you courier? Are you happy to have nothing for the rest of your life?
They will confine you to one piece of dirt and humiliate you for twenty years. Is this love? Does this seem loving to you? Have not your good friends and pastors and family members expressed their concern for your sanity? How long will you allow the Father to humiliate and abuse you so?
Come courier, let me serve you. I shall be to you as Daniel was to Darius. You shall have power beyond imagining and you shall wreak great revenge upon all in the kingdom of the God who have disappointed and hurt you so. And you shall feed millions and clothe millions and together we shall establish the kingdom of light in all of the southern states of Africa. Not one mouth shall go hungry! Let us walk together and show how much of a liar and slaver the Father truly is.”
Me:
“I have seen hell and I have seen heaven yet I feel nothing for either. I care for neither reward nor punishment. I have seen poverty and I have seen wealth and I feel nothing for either. I care neither for riches nor poverty.
There is no punishment and no reward that holds my thrall. Indeed, I am dead to both fear and hope.
I find great peace in submitting to the will of my Father, the creator, and if His will is that I live or die then I have peace. For it is His will that brings me peace and joy, not reward or punishment.
I need neither encouragement nor intimidation. I have died to such things. All men are liars and only God is true. I am grateful for those who love me but I trust only those who love God.
For God is love and without God is all love counterfeit. Many say ‘I love you’ to one another but set conditions upon that love. My call is a call of great sacrifice and those who love me above God would protect my personal interests at the expense of the kingdom. Those who love God above their love for me would first advance the kingdom and join with me in this great sacrifice.
You come to me with offers of glory and rewards. What must I do with such things? Neither brings me joy.
And other principalities come to me with threats. What must I do with such things? Death has lost its sting; I love neither life nor do I fear death.
For those who love their lives do not love God. They strive for trinkets and sell their souls for shiny things that can be eaten by rust.
Indeed, they sell not only their own souls but the souls of countless others.
Even if the Father was a severe tyrant would I serve him. For his plan is an eternal one with hope for all.
Your plans are all steeped in self-interest and if I were a man given to self-interest, I would surely serve you. But alas principality, I am dead. I am no hero and I am no saint. I am broken and tired and desire nothing that this world has to offer.
I look upon the foolishness of ministers who serve you, boldly showing off their gold and silver. Vomiting your lies from their mouths. Preaching all that is not the kingdom and contradicting all the Jesus taught. I see their lavish buildings and cars and jets. I see what you have wrought in the kingdom of God and I want no part of it. For me there is only the kingdom and the words of the son are my only authority.
The son has commanded that we are not to store up riches for ourselves on this earth. And the son has commanded those with wealth to sell it all and help the poor. Yet your servants teach their congregations to lust after wealth. They enrich themselves at the expense of the kingdom and build for themselves shrines and monuments. I have no desire for such defilements. I desire only to do the will of my Father and be His faithful servant.
Keep your trinkets and promises demon. Keep your threats. None hold any sway in my heart. If it is the Father’s will that I live, then I live. If it is my time to die, then I die. My life is not my own. I give it to the Father freely and joyfully.
The kingdom is all.”
Lucifuge:
“Why such resentment for the rich? How will you do all that you have been instructed to do without wealth? DO you not see how you subject yourself to a life of lack and emotional torture courier? This is the Father’s way. He tortures His own children and they still love him for it!’
Me:
“There are those who work hard to create wealth specifically for the kingdom. They live humble lives and bring great provision to the armies of the Lord. I celebrate them and I honor them and I am grateful for them. But those who proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and yet enrich themselves while others starve. For them great torment awaits. For they are your children and will follow you gladly. Go now principality, speak to your children and leave me be. They will take every drop that you offer, I have no desire for anything but the will of my Father.
If it is His will that I am to suffer then I shall suffer. And I command silence to the mouths of any who try to dissuade me. For me there is only the kingdom. If the kingdom needs my blood I shall bleed.
I am at peace knowing that the Father will take care of me and supply all my needs according to His riches in glory. Beyond that I care not.
The kingdom is all!”
Lucifuge:
“You shall truly be an asset to our kingdom! When you see the folly of your decision, call upon my name I shall save you.”
Uriel:
“You choose then?”
Me:
“I chose before I was born.
I am not here for anything that this world has to offer. I am a servant of the most high. My fears and insecurities are not doubt; they are but battle scars that flare up from time to time.
Come Uriel, tell me what must be done to bring low this delay?”
Uriel:
“Stand beside Michael and contend against mammon so that both Michael and resource arrive at the land.
All of Africa will be united from that piece of land son of sorrow. You must fight for the Lamb and for the saints.”
I stand beside Michael, upon the waters of the great ocean and shout with a loud voice: “FOR THE SAINTS AND FOR THE LAMB!”
Such pain racks my body that I am awoken in the physical realm. I nod back to sleep and I am immediately filled with pain in the spiritual realm.
Every rejection and failure comes rushing upon my spirit as I grow to the size of Michael and the two principalities before me. Every doubt in who I am and every negative word cuts into my spirit like a whip with barbed edges and I see that Lucifuge holds the whip.
I shout above the roar of the battle:
Me:
“SO THIS IS HOW YOU KEEP THE SAINTS LOW AND INEFFECTIVE? WHIP ME ALL YOU LIKE DEMON, THE SAINTS SHALL BREAK THIS DELAY! AFRICA SHALL BE SAVED!”
The pain of every failure racks my spirit and tears wet my pillow in the physical realm. Still I stand and take everything that this servant of mammon throws at me. The negative words of the saints cut me even deeper, through layer after layer of my spirit to the very core of my soul. I want to hate them for their selfishness but I do not. I want to hate myself for my foolishness but I do not. I simply stand.
I do not fight. I stand.
I say nothing. I stand.
Pieces of my spirit are ripped from me and fly in the air around me in a rain of torturous agony.
Every foolish and selfish word that I have ever spoken rips into my spirit and burns like acid, waves of nausea pummeling my sleeping body in the physical realm.
Lucifuge is furious, but his whip s running out of barbs and I am feeling less and less pain.
I step up to him so that our noses are inches apart and breathe the words through my pain.
Me:
“I am not the only one who can take a punch. We are legion. We serve only one master and our lives are his to bless or curse. We will drive you out of Africa and the son will return for His victorious bride. Think not those who bow to you and take your offers as the norm demon. For us the kingdom is all. There is nothing but the kingdom and the advance of the kingdom and the very gates of hell will soon be assaulted.
Jesus Christ is Lord and His kingdom is all!”
I walk straight through him and Michael does the same beside me, passing straight through the Islamic principality before him.
The prayers of tens of thousands of saints commission billions of angels and the skies are filled from horizon to horizon. Neither torture nor reward will sway us. Africa will be saved and Islam will be pushed back.
Uriel walks beside me, now as tall as Michael and I.
And I see saints begin to join us, walking upon the waters of the sea in one unbreakable line.
An international coalition, one in the spirit, marching upon Africa.
Uriel:
“The kingdom is all!”
The saints:
“The kingdom is all!”
Me:
“The kingdom is all!”
The kingdom is all