Dream 223

This dream has some very direct and abrupt instruction so I encourage any of the readers who are struggling to heal up from the abuse of power to wait until their healing is complete before they read it.
Guardian (Barachiel) has an extremely militaristic approach to instruction. He is as direct as Jesus was in the Gospels, although patient enough to put up with my clumsy ignorance.
I hunger for instruction. I want to know a real God beyond the vague picture that I have been spoon fed my entire life. So I work through my ego and take the shots so that my revelation may accelerate.
I choose this. It is of my own free will. But my natural gifting is uncompromising obedience.
The questions and lamentations that you see coming from me across the dreams are not of a man looking for an excuse to rebel against authority but rather a man who is sick of being frustrated all of the time. I want a real God or I want nothing. Thus I am willing to face any dragon or hellfire to find Him.
Yes yes, I know that He is with us all the time bla bla bla. But that vague explanation is not good enough for me. I want access to the vaults that smash poverty. I want it more than I want to breathe. I want to know the character of a God that stands back and lets people die.
I don’t want tulips and butterflies. I want the real truth. I am not satisfied with the soil crawling knowledge of a soldier. I want the full intergalactic perspective of a commander in chief. If I am to know God and worship Him, I want to be able to do it in a way that is completely wonderful to Him.
His love sets no conditions on worship. Each may worship in their own way. But I don’t give a flying flip about my own way or what is special to me. I want it to be all about HIM. I want it to be about what is special to HIM. Because if He exists, then He must be taken a lot more seriously than I have taken Him my whole life.
If you do not share my passion, I beg of you, read no further.
The way your praise and worship is fine, it is beautiful, it is a fragrance to Him. Stop reading now so that you are not compelled or manipulated to feel like you are not worshipping Him well enough. That is an outright lie from the pit of hell.
God loves every drop of worship that comes from you and nothing can separate you from His love!
Dream 223
I wake up from dream 222 and immediately grab my phone to research honour. The battery is flat.
I grab my iPad. The batter is flat.
I grab my laptop which has 13% battery power left but I cannot do any research because I use my phone or iPad as internet hotspots.
I’m stuck. I can’t do this research and return to learn more.
I curse the caravan. I curse the lack of electricity. I curse the old iPad that does not have longer battery life. I curse my phone for not lasting the night.
I weep with frustration and shout at God, begging Him to give me what I need to be a good Courier.
I get up to go outside to switch on the generator but it won’t start. I pull and pull at the chord, hands freezing and sore from the cold but the thing refuses to start.
I walk outside to the tent of prayer. It is probably about three in the morning, I am colder than I have been in a very long time and I pace up and down begging for a miracle. I go back to the generator and it still will not start.
Finally, I go to bed, dejected and frustrated. Hoping to not dream, to not ever wake up.
I am at the mercy of mammon.
I would rather be dead.
I fall asleep looking through documents on my laptop for anything that might have any information on honour. Even the thermal sheets and extra blanket cannot stop me from shivering as I weep in frustration and my body struggles to warm itself up. But eventually sleep drops its blanket over my head and…
I am outside the tent of prayer.
I cannot go in. I have not done as I was instructed. I curse my life for the impossible task without the right tools. I curse the angels for giving me false hope.
I curse the selfish wealthy people who could make this vision an almost immediate reality but instead spend their money on holidays and playthings. Bitterness rises up within me and I begin to speak curses upon every wealthy, selfish person I can think of. Those who became rich because of the wisdom and guidance I gave them, yet forgot about my ministry when they found success, them I curse the hardest. I retract my blessing from them and spittle flies from my mouth as I blame them all for stopping me from entering this tent. I collapse at the entrance of the tent and weep with such explosive fury that I struggle to breathe. In the moments of near suffocation, I long for death, hoping that the suffocation would be drawn out and that I would not have to stomach this foul planet and its foul people any longer.
The stern voice that speaks from behind me is unmistakable. I jump up immediately and ashamedly drop to one knee with head bowed in reverence.
Friendly man:
“Is this how you steward the grace that I have shown you? Is this how you steward the mercy that I have shown you? You shame yourself, you shame me, and you shame my kingdom.
Do you think yourself higher than God? That your judgement supersedes His? While I forgive them for their ignorance, you curse them for it.
Retract your curses immediately. Repent so that every principality may hear you and bless every single one with the same passion that you just cursed them.
This tantrum is unacceptable. Show what you have been shown. Give what you have been given.
Bless them now, this very moment.”
The Friendly man stands with crossed arms watching me and I comply immediately.
I repent, I apologize, I bless and I bless some more. I continue until He nods His approval and then I wait for Him to speak.
Friendly man:
“Good. I love you, but you should know better. Love as I love you, forgive as I have forgiven you, be patient with them as I am patient with you. Now enter and receive instruction from Barachiel. He will not be here long, do not waste time on pointless self-pity.”
Me:
“Yes my Lord. Immediately.”
I turn and enter the tent sheepishly, expecting to be in trouble with Guardian too but he doesn’t even seem to care about whether or not I did my homework.
I am tempted to silently curse every teacher that placed this fear of authority within me so deeply but catch myself just in time and stand before Guardian as he continues to instruct me.
Guardian:
“History bends and twists and is rewritten by spectators who have no real knowledge. They make assumptions based on hearsay. It rings ironic that hearsay and heresy sound so similar does it not? Hearsay, heresy, hearsay, heresy… If you say them out loud in English a few times they become completely indistinguishable. Scholars too lazy to read the words of the Son of God prefer to twist them into vague truths that have little relevance in modern society. So here you are, in the midst of an information age, just as ignorant as you were in the dark ages.
Lies pepper your information highways, fake news reports, fake Biblical theology.
‘Theology’ two words brought together to become one. Theos and Logos – ‘God’s Word’. Yet the Son is God and you ignore His words? You should change it to ‘Man’s Word’ to make it more accurate.
I have not been in this realm for so long but so little has changed in the way that you think.
‘Lazy and wicked servants’ would be a very high compliment. I have yet to see the ‘Good and faithful servants’ whom the master so eagerly prepares mansions and rooms for.
But He loves you and because we are one, we too love you. Not even the truth of you wicked selfishness can separate you from His love and His love is our love.
So come Courier, lay down the burdens of your self-loathing and inner frustration. No judgement awaits you here. We know about the failings of humanity as you do but even we, who sit in the fullness of the Glory of God, do not pass judgement, only love. And so must you restrain yourself. For as your authority grows in the role of Courier, so must your patience and restraint. Do not take the authority of spiritual legislative authority lightly. You are not to judge, you are not to curse, you are to instruct and bless.
So let us speak no longer of mankind, let us focus upon the one who is worthy of our praise, He who is perfect in every way. If we cannot find it within ourselves to worship Him, then we will find no joy in all of eternity.
For what is the point of a gift if it is not appreciated? What is the point of a beautiful flower if its beauty is ignored? What is the point of all of creation if it is not loved and stewarded?
What is the point of love itself if it is not used upon another?
Come Courier, let us worship together!”
Guardian begins to sing. His voice is very similar to Breakthrough’s. An incredible symphony of voices, an entire choir in perfect harmony. The effect upon me is immediate. I close my eyes and drink in the beauty of it.
After a while I am lost in the incredible sound of his voice and I lift my hands in surrender.
The singing stops abruptly with:
Guardian:
“What are you doing?”
Me:
“Worshipping with you!”
Guardian:
“I don’t see you worshipping, I see you enjoying a concert. All you need is a cigarette lighter to wave in the air and my autograph afterwards and the picture is complete.”
Me:
“Um.. I.. uh.. What?”
Guardian:
“Do you think this exercise is about you and what makes you feel gooseflesh and shivery and shaky? Do you honestly think that worship is about you? I am glad you find my concert for you entertaining.”
Me:
“No… I uh.. I was just drinking in the anointing… and uh..”
Guardian:
“Keep your lips closed lest you show off more of that arrogant ignorance that you so boldly wave into the air.
I sulkily comply, seething with secret comebacks at his rude manner.
Guardian:
“Worship is the highest form of warfare. It is the most efficient weapon in your arsenal. For it is only by the Holy Spirit that you can truly declare the Lordship of Jesus Christ. And it is in the sincerest of acknowledgement of His total authority that your authority is confirmed. For only in spirit and in truth can heavenly power be transferred. The anointing of the Holy Spirit is a direct drenching of the soul of man. It is that very power that takes the good news to the poor, mends the broken hearted, sets the captives free, brings recovery of sight to the blind and proclaims the year of the Lord’s favour. It is that power that breaks the yoke of the bondage of sin. Without the upper room, Peter would have spoken with absolutely no Spiritual power.
He would have sparked interest with his personality and his own power and might. But there would have been no repentance, no acceptance of the Holy Spirit and certainly no eradication of lack among them.
As a matter of fact, you can tell the level of the anointing of God by how much lack there is around the believers of that region. Miracles can be done by charlatans and warlocks; poverty can only be eradicated by the Holy Spirit.
Disciplined worship is a declaration of the Lordship of Jesus Christ. It is that declaration, released into the air, released into the very fibres of your physical being, and released into the floor upon which you stand that cements His authority in you and through you. His authority is your authority. You have none of your own, it is all HIS. And when you worship Him, you make a declaration into the air that you belong to Him. And you go forth from that upper room experience as His servant, doing His bidding, fulfilling His will, showing His grace and His mercy.
You become a power of the air against which principalities have no legal case. For your carnality is crucified every time you bow your knee.
Come now. Don’t concern yourself with goose bumps and concert ecstasy. There is a time and a place for such things but that time is not now and although such things will certainly occur in this place. This is not the place for such things tonight.
Tonight you must learn to declare the Lordship of Jesus Christ over every area of your life. You have learned well to connect to His seven spirits but now you must connect to their Lordship over you. For they are of His spirit, before HIS throne, not yours. They will happily gibe all who ask the wisdom to achieve their own dreams but tonight you and I want their dreams for us to come true. You are a messenger as I am a messenger. You are a guardian of blessing and glory as I am a guardian of blessing and glory. Forget your wants, your needs and your desires. Leave that to others to solve for you. Focus with all your might on the Lordship of Jesus Christ and His dominion through His seven spirits. For they who dwell before His throne are there to relay and enact His perfect will. The revelation they give are decrees.
Can you fathom this Courier?
Do you understand that you have spent months connecting to the very mouthpieces and oracles of the moment by moment declarations and decrees from the very throne room of the ruler of all that was and is and is to come?
As ground is taken by the body, kingdom legislative power upon earth increases. And as legislative power increases, new decrees are made.
Some hear the horns in heaven sound before and after each decree. Many prophets relay these decrees throughout the earth after each blast.
You must learn to hear them in the minutest detail so that you may accurately record each decree and steer the army that we are raising in the right direction.
Your voice will not be ignored for it will not be the only voice and very few will know that you relayed the command. For the true power of a command is when the army was waiting for it. Even now the masses of saints begin to be organized into ranks, hungry for commands that confirm things that beat within their breasts.
Come Courier. Let us connect so that you may hear and release each decree at the right time!
Take off your shoes. Show respect. God does not care about whether your shoes are on or off but you should. Make this ground Holy, not because God wants it Holy but because you want the very ground to honour God with you. Give Him more than He expects, give Him more than He asks for. He is our God. Be proud of Him. Be in awe of Him. Give honour where honour is due! ”
I kick off my shoes immediately and drop flat onto the ground, face down as Guardian and I begin to worship. This time I join him in song and declare the Lordship of Jesus Christ over every part of my being. I declare it over my personality, my talents, my family, my ministry, my body. Even over my pets and the vegetation upon our land.
Hours pass and the intensity of the presence of God increases so much that it shakes my soul so fiercely that my physical body shakes me awake.
I lie there exhausted, drenched in sweat.
Something is different in me. I feel power on the edges of my fingers, physical power that I have never felt before. My head throbs with such physical exhaustion that I have pins and needles on my crown (top part of the head).
I need to rest today. I think tonight will be intense again.
Thank you for joining me in this adventure. It is the greatest honour of my existence to be able to share this with you.
Now I ask for your help.
These dreams need to be checked for biblical consistency and it takes me some time after each dream to do the necessary research. But I can hardly keep my eyes open just typing them out anymore.
Please paste the scriptures that confirm or contest what you read here as they come to mind.
We must be as the Bereans who were careful to research the scriptures to make sure that everything said by Paul was scriptural.
For if any of this is a lie, all of it is a lie and I would rather find out that this is just my imagination or that I am being manipulated by principalities than lead millions of people astray. My ego means nothing. His kingdom is all!
Love you!
Courier.