Dream 227

I am on the bridge that extends over the land beneath Michael’s calf.
Guardian stands to my right, Gatherer to my left and Uriel next to Gatherer.
Breakthrough stands with his back to us at the border of the property and the provincial border halfway across the bridge over the river.
Breakthrough is at his full height, probably about forty meters (about 130 feet) high, and stands calmly while a principality paces up and down at the border cursing with disgusting profanity.
Guardian:
“Behold, the principality of delay for the region. It seeks to extend its right to delay business deals to this land directly but cannot exercise the judicial authority.
Too many believers are starting to speak blessing over this land.
Watch the tent of prayer Courier.”
We stand together watching from the bridge as a group of ladies enter and the tent starts to throb with pulsing light that illuminates the entire property as rings of light flash outwards in intervals. The tent almost looks like Saturn with all the rings of light pulsing from it.
Me:
“When are we?”
Guardian:
“We are back to quarter to seven last night.
It is important for you to see and communicate the direct effects of united prayer.
Watch carefully Courier.”
I can make out dancing shapes through the open side of the tent and the light becomes so brilliant that I have to shield my eyes. Then the light dies down a bit and I see myself and others head into the tent.
The light dies down even further and even almost gutters out completely.
Guardian:
“This is you disrespectfully fumbling with the sound while people disrespectfully talk nonsense instead of worshipping.”
I keep quiet and continue watching.
The light suddenly explodes into brilliance; it is almost like looking into the Sun.
Waves of different coloured light start pulsing outwards with incredible intensity and I hear the principality behind me scream in frustration.
Guardian:
“This is you leading from your spirit in the same way that you and I worship. The different colours are people connecting and joining in.”
The light gutters to low, dimmed flashes.
Guardian:
“Those low flashes are you starting to sing songs instead of in the spirit because you are concerned that you might be making people uncomfortable with your and my way of connecting.
They are there to connect the way that you and I connect. If you ever do that again I will leave that tent and never come back.
Hear me well Courier: I am the guardian of glory and blessing. As I guard, so must you. Your disobedience has cost this entire region another week of delay. For you defaulted straight back to that empty, robotic clanging that we have to stomach from churches every week.
People must sing their own songs from their own spirits, not that parroted garbage that does not require any creativity. You have disappointed me greatly.
Have we not worshipped together in spirit and in truth? Have you not seen what true worship looks like?
Why do you default back to concert singer? It would have been better if you were in a bar and received money for that performance. Do you think a few Goosebumps is the Holy Spirit?
Grow up.
If you are to lead, lead in spirit and in truth as you and I worship.
Surely I tell you, that horrible noise will have you worshipping without me. Do what you like, I can’t stop you, you are your own man and your free will gives you much power. But hear me well, I don’t have to put up with that mediocre, mindless nonsense.
I will not speak to you again until you show that you are listening. I will watch you lead corporately again when next you have more than twenty gathered in the tent of prayer.
The ladies prepared the atmosphere and you butchered it.
People drove from far distances, some with fuel money that they could not afford. They come expecting to connect and you disrespect them by catering for the lazy among them.
I leave now Courier and I shall return when you show that you are listening.”
Guardian disappears.
I stay silent as Uriel, Gatherer and I continue to watch the tent, and Breakthrough stands facing the agitated principality of delay.
Massive pulses of light now begin to explode from the tent.
Gatherer:
“The uniters begin to pray. The pulses are the agreement of other uniters.
Look at the edge of the tent towards the stage side.”
I see a strong glow of light that seems to be breathing in and out.
Gatherer:
“Behold! The broken man and his wife working to connect. They hunger for a true connection.
When you heed the words of Guardian, they will connect in the spirit. You cannot connect such high ranking people in the spirit with worship that does not require individual creative connection.”
Uriel:
“Listen carefully son of sorrow.
You have spent so many years leading lazy people in worship, begging them to connect. Those who come to the tent of prayer are not lazy. They come to connect on a completely different level. You must have the confidence to lead maturely. Even the children will connect to the higher plain. Do not be afraid to lead where Guardian takes you.
All who come here, all who build, all who dance, all who worship, all who pray… All of them do so at great personal sacrifice because they hunger for a different level. They are sick of empty forms of godliness that lack power. You must worship as if nobody is in the room and take them with you so that we may walk and talk with them.
Without the ability to connect personally, creatively in the spiritual realm, they stand no chance of experiencing opened eyes. Take them with you so that they know where to go in their private time.
Don’t reinforce that horrible parrot worship stuff.
Tell me son of sorrow: Why did you stop flowing?”
Me:
“I could feel some in the room struggling to connect and I did not want to leave them behind.”
Uriel:
“Why are you yoking with unbelievers in the spirit when you should be yoking with the believers?”
Gatherer:
“If they stay behind, that is their choice. Don’t hold us all back because some had a bad day! We are about kingdom business here son of sorrow, quit pandering to slow walkers. Set the pace and force them to run so that they may become spiritually fit.
Listen well:
The women set the atmosphere, you started off well, those who prayed did a good job, but you were operating at less than 1% of where you operate when you are with Guardian.
Do not lose Guardian son of sorrow. He is the most important teacher the Holy Spirit will ever send you. Work to have him take up residence and you shall have a portal between the very throne room of God and that tent of prayer. Stop trying to pander to people, you will bring down curses upon yourself and waste everyone’s time. Including ours.
Receive this rebuke and grow.”
Me:
“I receive it. The next time we meet corporately, I shall take all who are willing to follow with me.”
Gatherer:
“Do this and they shall feel the warmth of the fires from the blades of the Cherubim. Prepare and practice all week son of sorrow. Concentrate and focus with all your might. You must tear this veil that man has once again hung to block himself from the holy of holies.
Jesus tore the veil but man insists on hanging it each time. Rip the veil so that it becomes normal to walk in Eden again.
Leave this talk of business plans and ideas to those among the seven and twelve who have been assigned by the Holy Spirit. Be the Courier, tear the veil, bring revelation. You are to add three hours to your prayer time each day for the next seven days.
An entire generation of worship leaders await the obedience of the Courier and the seven. Focus the extra three hours on worship. Practice connecting from the earthly realm to the spiritual realm.
This is not a game. Work it out with fear and trembling. If you want to grant angels the legislative authority to open doors, you must wage war with worship. True worship. Worship that comes from the creative heart of every worshiper.
The kingdom is all.”
I wake up.