Breakthrough and I stand watching a multitude so vast that I must assume they number somewhere in the billions.
Whips crack as slave masters walk among them pointing out rocks that must be placed in already cripplingly heavy backpacks.
The slave masters are all gaunt, narrow faced demons who scream curses at their charges all day and all night.
Breakthrough:
“The strange thing is that any of these slaves could simply drop their packs and walk away at point and the demons would be able to do nothing about it.
The chains that keep the prisoners here are completely in the mind. Arguments against the throne of God. If they were willing to renew their minds and break from this pattern of thinking, they would be free. The Son has paid a dear price for their freedom, yet they still bow beneath the affliction of the weight of the god of this world.”
Suddenly a thirty-meter-tall slave master notices us standing here. He is obviously a demon of some rank and arrogantly struts over to confront us.
Breakthrough:
“A principality of shame. Specializes in humiliation and discouragement. If you do not know the word of God, this one can victimize you in minutes!”
I nod and wait for the demon to arrive. It arrogantly takes its time, making a statement of rank.
It arrives and says nothing for a few long seconds before speaking.
Demon:
“A Courier, here? What do you want?”
It doesn’t even look at Breakthrough, The entire focus is me and a thirty meter tall being scrutinizing you with black eyes is somewhat unsettling no matter who you are. Especially an exhausted Courier with conflicted faith.
Me:
“Dunno. I came here with him.” I nod at Breakthrough who seems completely unfazed by the thirty meters of intimidation in front of us.
Demon:
“No use hiding behind a messenger, you are your own man here and by the look of things you are not much of a man. I see a strong coward streak in you. Not much integrity and a long string of failures.
Doubt… Doubts… You are filled with them. You are completely unworthy of the task given to you.
I give it a year. You will give up in under a year. It is who you are, a quitter.”
Me:
“Who are all these people?”
Demon:
“Our slaves of course. Willing slaves to the arguments in their minds. They believe themselves worthless and give us lordship over them. We have full legal right to be here.
Frustration… You are filled with frustration at unfulfilled dreams and failed projects. You really are the wrong choice for the role of Courier. A frustrated quitter with a history of failure…”
Me:
“Reading my mail is pointless, it’s old news. That version of me is dead. This version is obedient. My knee is bowed and my tongue confesses daily that Jesus is Lord. You would be wise to do the same.”
Demon:
“A Dog always returns to its vomit. Quitters never change their stripes, they only find new things to quit.
I give it a year and you will be back here packing rocks.”
Me:
“What are these rocks anyway?”
Demon:
“Ahh.. Shame, rejection, regret… a bit of this, a bit of that.
A bent back is a broken spirit.
Hope is a lie Courier… I see you are filled with it. You will be severely disappointed again.”
Me:
“Nah. I traded hope for obedience. I will not measure myself by mammon. I will not determine my self worth by my economic worth.
It’s zero by the way.”
Demon:
“What is zero?”
Me:
“My economic worth. I own nothing, therefore by worldly standards I am nothing.”
Demon:
“A coward’s way out of the fight. To just give up and live like trailer trash.”
Me:
“Well, I refuse to have my worth determined by your standards. So I remove my need for economic worth from the equation. I’m ok with being whatever kind of trash is required to advance the kingdom. Because of Christ, my reward is eternal and whatever happens on earth is of no economic consequence.
I understand that this life is a drop in the ocean of time, and that spending my limited time chasing temporary wealth is a complete waste. I would rather advance the kingdom. And in seeking first the kingdom, all my needs are met.”
Demon:
“We shall see how that philosophy holds up when your financial partners get bored of your cause. It is easy to talk spiritual obedience while the taps are open. You’ll be job hunting or manipulating people for money soon enough. Pick up that rock over there.”
I glance at a rock called ‘shame’.
Me:
“No.”
Demon:
“Pick… it.. up!”
Me:
“No.”
The demon advances, trying to intimidated me, almost succeeding. I feel a weight on my back as I subconsciously pick up a rock called ‘anxiety’ and drop it into my rucksack.
Me:
“So that’s how you work!’
I drop the rucksack on the floor.
Demon:
“Pick it up!”
Me:
“The only burden I am willing to carry is the burden of my heavenly assignment. Carrying your worthless rocks around does nothing for that assignment. I thank you for this revelation.”
Suddenly we are on the land beneath Michael’s calf.
Breakthrough:
“Most fill their bags with every rock pointed out to them.”
Me:
“Yeah, I walked with a bag full of rocks my entire life! Not picking up any more!”
Breakthrough:
“Good. Now hear this:
Three times a week shall you gather from home to home to study the word and pray the word. Once a month shall you gather to celebrate the word. Once a quarter shall you gather the nation to spread the word. For the word is all. Follow my initiations son of obedience. Advance the kingdom and all shall be added unto you!
Instruct all who read what you record to drop the rucksack. If the spirit is not one of the seven before the throne, it is not needed, nor justified.
You are not slaves. You are children of God. Accept your authority and study the word so that the messengers may bring you all revelation.
Those who are unable or unwilling to do as I instruct will continue to carry rocks. For I am prudence, I am good judgement. I walk with the spirit of wisdom and my assignment is breakthrough for the saints.
Heed my words and follow my instructions to the letter and nothing shall be impossible!
Jesus is Lord. Jesus is lord. Jesus is Lord.
And His kingdom is the kingdom of more than enough. But you will not even see this kingdom unless you are born again. Your mind must be renewed. Your spirit must be washed in the blood. You must walk in obedience so that you may walk in fullness of revelation.
The kingdom is all and His is a kingdom of overflowing abundance.
Lose your life so that you may gain it!”
Me:
“The kingdom is all. I shall follow every instruction and we shall all lay down what we know to do as you instruct.”
Breakthrough:
“These last days God speaks through His son. The purpose of His messengers is to highlight the words of His son. Any who lead you to anything different are liars sent by the liar. Jesus is Lord! Jesus is Lord. Jesus is Lord!
His yoke is easy, His burden is light.
Lay down the arguments that vex you so and bow your knee before Him.
I ask only for three hours a week son of obedience. And we shall change the world!”
I wake up.
