Dream 78
No need to read this one, just me lamenting at the angels again. Bare in mind that in the spirit I can hide nothing, nor can I lie about my emotions. So it gets a bit rough from time to time. Apologies to those who may be offended.
Dream 78
I stand upon the first stone of the prayer path. My hands are raised; my eyes are closed. Waves of grace and mercy fill my consciousness as if nothing else in the universe exists. There is so much power washing over me that I am forced to my knees. Every wave brings with it a powerful revelation of the heart of the Father that would have taken me a lifetime to assimilate.
His love for every individual that is, that has been and that is yet to come. Every soul special, every spirit eternal.
Love and compassion for the broken, disappointment in the bitter, proud of the obedient.
My eyes open in the spirit to see how lost humanity truly is in our worship of mammon. How alone we are, walking away from one another in fear and distrust. How some choose to give themselves over to mammon so deeply that they give up a piece of their soul and become as fallen angels, heartless and without conscience, only to fall asleep one day and lose everything that they have so passionately stored up for themselves and their very souls.
I see those who care, persecuted by society not with stones or whips but punished with lack. A war of attrition waged against the righteous while millions starve. And I sense the very broken heart of God as the Holy Spirit intercedes with groaning beyond what man can bare.
Yet in that pain does God let the oil of joy flow upon His servants. For He knows the outcome of every sacrifice. It shall be on earth as it is in heaven. This is the heart of God, unconditional love, even for those who must suffer eternal punishment. Not one name forgotten for eternity, righteous or unrighteous.
We are so deeply loved that all that is created is given to us, entrusted to us, not in part but in full dominion so that we may choose even Satan or God as our god.
And in choosing Satan does mankind refuse to live in community, taking care of one another to ensure no lack and no slavery so that all may choose the path of their passion. No, mankind chooses to work upon things that hold no passion and no joy, many coming and going to and from work with sore hearts and heavy burdens so that they may receive what mammon commands them to receive.
Builder stands beside me and speaks.
Builder:
“Turn your head from this world and see again the desire of the Father.”
I look at the property on my right and see the first community as I saw in the kingdom of Obedience. For every believer it is a great life, people coming and going as they please, every need catered for. The freedom is incredible. The playful spirit exhilarating.
Me:
“I have seen Christian communities but never even heard of a city sized estate that focuses on the evolution of technology and arts. Where do we even start? This really is a different level of ministry!”
Builder:
“A life of unity commands blessings son of sorrow. And to seek first unity as brethren is to seek first the kingdom of God which causes all things to be added to you. But all do not need to live in the same place to be in unity, only passionate and obsessed with the advance of the kingdom. And
Only those who hear from the Holy Spirit should live in such a community at first. Preferably elders and natural leaders with much wisdom and the discipline to play their part in creating the foundation for what is to come.
Many desire such community but know not what to do. Gather then the wise men and first set up the codes of conduct according to the words of the son. And in all your planning, make it a wonderful place for children. And the Holy Spirit shall bring forth much wisdom in all that must be done.
Know this son of sorrow:
Unity is the greatest power of all. If you are one as we are one, the gates of hell will not prevail against you. For in unity as the church can you bring grace and love and much resource to even the direst of poverty stricken areas. Live for nothing but the expansion of the kingdom.
Celebrate and promote every artistic expression and technological experiment, encourage those who fail to rise again and again, ask for wisdom for new ideas and technological advances so that none may lack and that the good news would spread into every home.
Live for one another and walk in such loving integrity that the world would look upon you and say ‘surely these are servants of the most high God and true disciples of Jesus the Christ!’
All that you are shown, from prayer path to tabernacle to city. All is so that you may love the word and be one as we are one.”
Me:
“I am on the land as instructed and I record all that I see. When will all of this begin? When will the funds and manpower for such a gargantuan task arrive?”
Builder:
“The Holy Spirit has spoken to many and angels are commissioned to speak to many others. Do not concern yourself with such things son of sorrow, yours is to record all that you hear and see.
For this vision is beyond one man and no man will say ‘I built this’ or ‘I raised these funds’. Know that an entire generation will be saved because of the unity of the saints. Many who read what you record have already decided what they will do and many more shall decide the same.
Each must play their part. No more.
The battleground is certain. For this vision is to build a base from which thousands of missionaries and ministries will flow to advance the kingdom of God northwards through Africa. And ministries and missionaries from every nation shall come to work as one. This is not a whim or a childish dream of one man son of sorrow. This is a strategy from heaven to bring forth the greatest harvest ever seen.
Ministries, missionaries and servants will live in community so that they are sheltered from the pressures of mammon and they shall be sent out as pure vessels.
And millions of children shall be fed and raised with great passion for the words of the son. And as they are raised in the ways of the word, they shall reach many more with the good news! Be strong and courageous son of sorrow. Record all that you see and make the vision plain. The champions are coming!
Me:
“My heart is on the verge of breaking. I think daily of kids that need to be fed and no fund raising happens while I am on this land recording these dreams.
Many council me to not take the world upon my shoulders but how do we get filled with the Holy Spirit and feel nothing? I feel like every breath that flows out of me is one of mourning. Like my heart will break at any second while I sit here waiting for others to be obedient with money and manpower.
I have heard promises all my life of things that are coming. Let someone else write and dream, let me back onto the battlefield and on the road where I can recruit resources and champions! I feel like I am doing nothing and while I do nothing, nothing happens.
Curse mankind for their selfishness. Curse poverty and curse every piece of trash that turns a blind eye.
Something better happen soon Builder. I’m not the guy that sits on the fence. Either we are at war or we are not! If I am to sit here and record these visions, then I want to see someone take my place on the battleground or I want the resources to hire a team.”
Builder:
“The Holy Spirit speaks to many but you must be willing to lay what you see before you upon the altar son of sorrow. What is recorded here shall reach millions and impact hundreds of millions. Do your part, no more.”
Me:
“I will do as instructed for as long as I can but hear me well Angel. I’m not the guy who hides in the winepress while people are subjugated. I want to see results. My faith in the saints of God has not increased in these 78 days. Few are faithful and have integrity but most seek their own with false promises and false hope. I am grateful for the incredible people in our life but as long as children go hungry, I’ll stay angry.”
Builder:
“You waste your energy on such futile emotions so of sorrow. Be at peace in what you are called to do, the Holy Spirit is at work in many hearts!”
Uriel arrives and once again places his hand upon my shoulder.
Uriel:
“Nothing is as it was son of sorrow. You shall not be disappointed this time. For all that has come before has been preparation and all that is in this present is the manifestation of that plan. Do not give yourself over to frustration This is no longer your battle or your vision. Simply be obedient and record what you see. Be at peace and rejoice in all that is happening. This is truly a great time for the body of Christ and you are privileged to be the courier. Many have prayed for this task but it falls to you. Carry your burden with rejoicing and do not look at the past as any kind of reference.”
Me:
“People actually ask for this? Seventy-eight dreams in and I no longer have a life! Sleep, write dreams, pray for hours. Sleep, write dreams, pray for hours. Rinse and repeat. I don’t even know what day it is anymore. I accept the sacrifice but I sure as heck long to see results.”
Uriel:
“Soon you shall dance upon the stones of the path. This is not the past son of sorrow. This is a new day.”
Builder:
“If you had a revelation if what is to come you would be rejoicing and dancing already. Everything you see in the dreams shall come to pass. Are you not upon the land as you were shown? Rejoice son of sorrow, this is not the past!”
I keep quiet for few minutes and watch the river, allowing my emotions subside. I am unsuccessful and my frustration bubbles over.
Me:
“I feel like I should fast for forty days or cut my veins upon an altar or something drastic to move the hand of God. I’ll do anything to see the kingdom advance and poverty wiped out. Why is the body so obsessed with outreaches and mission trips to places with money? Why do they pretend that real poverty does not exist? Why is there no sense of urgency? I curse the day I was given this heart for something that will never change. Christians care nothing for anything that is not concerts or goosebumps. Seventy eight visions read by many who will do nothing but get excited about angels. I care for neither angels nor goosebumps if heaven is not brought to earth as promised.
I have seen enough goosebumps to last ten lifetimes. I want to see children fed and an actual heart beating in the body of Christ. All I see is hints of generosity from loving individuals here and there, just enough to keep us alive. Must I become a manipulative tv evangelist to move the hearts of those to claim to have the heart of God? Why can principalities offer me resources but angels cannot? God has had me on this frustrating path with his selfish body for twenty six years already. I see no difference between them and the Israelites in the desert. They just desire idols and miracles and don’t give two hoots about the rest of mankind.
Every mission ministry I have seen is underfunded and under staffed. Yet every hippie and his dog calls himself an obedient Christian.
Don’t tell me that my emotions are wasted on anger. I will be angry and hurt by the state of the body until I actually see some kind of Christianity that makes sense. This ‘Sunday ritual and nothing more’ stuff looks nothing like anything Jesus instructed. I don’t even know what that ritual is or how it even passes as love.
Even there pastors have to beg people to be faithful unless there is a good concert each week, in which case they flock for their weekly goosebumps.
Where are the disciples that would care for the poor in their communities? Where are the women that would take responsibility for every child that does not know christ?
Where are those who would fund the work of the gospel among the poor?
Every day I see hundreds of pastors in these squatter camps, trying to make a difference with almost no resource. And I do my best to get resource to them but it is like pulling blood from a stone.
I don’t want to hear any more revelation tonight, I just want to wake from this dream so that I may sleep.”
I wake up.