Dream 229

At ten hours of prayer each day, I struggle to tell whether I am awake or dreaming.
The lines between the spirit world and this world are starting to blur. I talk to people, seeing things around them that I am nervous to vocalise in case the people before me are not in the spirit.
I have received heavenly rebuke that will bow the knee of the smallest ego and completely destroy the ego driven. My ego is so buffeted by the angels and witnesses that I have come to despise the movement of my lips.
It is as if my tongue works against me, to betray me, to betray this pride, this need to be right, this need to be special. But even in the spiritual realm, where the physical tongue is not required, even there is my devious heart exposed.
For my heart places itself upon a pedestal, passing judgement over those who would turn their back upon the poor. And in passing judgement, I suppose myself their betters.
I sometimes stand in front of friends, brothers, sisters – listening to them pass judgement upon the body of Christ, against this church or that church, this leader or that leader, and watch as the principalities behind them squirm with glee.
This amount of time in the spirit taps the strength from my flesh so that even rebuking their sinful activity is too much effort, so my tongue joins them in betraying the core of who we are. And loveless abomination flows freely. Judgement and criticism, the playthings of the great deceiver, flow from my deceitful lips.
So I stand here beneath the bridge upon the land beneath Michael’s calf, where many sound their horns in a cry to heaven, and I cry out to the Holy Spirit to heal these betrayers of mine, these lips that refuse to submit to my spirit.
Builder appears beside me, so resplendent in glory that I must squint my eyes and eventually close them. Head bowed, tired.
Builder:
“The weight is easy son of sorrow; you can carry it with ease. But you refuse to see who you are.”
Me:
“If I become whom I suspect I am called to be, I will wreak pain and division upon the body of Christ. I cannot be that man.”
Builder:
“Why is it so important to you that people like you? Can you not leave that childish fantasy in your past? You are the Courier; you are to be the sword of the Gatherer. To render asunder wheat from chaff and bring unity to the body. You are a fire that must burn so that other fires may burn. You are a voice that must lend strength to other voices.
Those who hunger for unity are alone son of sorrow. Someone must be the light, someone must lead.”
Me:
“Am I not Courier? Nothing more?
I am instructed not to lead, I am only to record what I see and hear. Am I not obedient unto having no life but this sacrifice?
Speak plainly messenger, what is it that you want from me?”
Builder:
“A man may lead from the flesh and create for himself many followers. But a man who leads in the spirit will bring forth those who follow the Lamb.
Lead without commands, lead without instructions. Courier what you hear and see with authority. For man has made man into gods. They bow and scrape before charismatic personalities and commit idolatry.
Hear me son of sorrow:
You are the bride of Christ. If you marry yourself to any other in the spirit, you commit adultery. Christ is the head. Christ alone. To bow your knee before any man is to debase all that the Lamb has sacrificed. Hold the sword of the spirit aloft son of sorrow, command the same of all who hear your voice and all read your words. The Son is the final authority; HIS words are God. For only He is the word made manifest. The sword illuminates His word. The Holy Spirit is the illuminator, not man. To place your trust in man and bow your knee to the deceitful tongue of manipulators is to shackle yourself to hell itself.
Have you not seen how your brethren ignore the words of the Son? Have you not seen how they lust after the things of the flesh? Why do you think the Holy Spirit intercedes with groaning? They sin against Him in their millions. Do you not think it strange that Jesus Himself rebukes the rich while these apostolic abominations flaunt their opulence in the face of the poor?
Open your mouth wide son of sorrow, let the fire that rips and tears pour forth. Call the uniters and worshippers out from between the legs of that great whore. But call them without a legible word. Call them with groaning and lamentation lest your tongue betray you and sit as judge.
All who read what you record must do the same. Close your closet door, shut the door to your room and weep and lament. Let the righteous fury birth from the groaning of your heart. Call forth the sons of Issachar. Shout to Zion. Proclaim the year of the Lord’s favour. Assert your authority in the spirit and grant the angels release to bring forth the workers who are trapped between the breasts of the great prostitute. Quell their lust for wealth and power with your righteous anger. Scream your throat hoarse and let your tears be as blood upon the soil.
The harvest is ripe. The workers are few. Deep calls to deep son of sorrow, call from the depths of your spirit. For though they suckle from Babylon, Zion is upon their bellies, they will hear and they will come. They will come in their millions and they will carry the flame of compassion of the Lamb.
Worship is a place of violent, passionate surrender. Surrender completely, advance the kingdom by force!”
Me:
“What is this judgment from you Builder? Is this not the domain of Gatherer? Is this whore not the one you made? Is this not the doing of your generation?”
Builder:
“My generation passes, but their heartless ambition is passed to their sons. I read from the scrolls of the Holy Spirit so that you may receive strategy with context. But first son of sorrow, will you take up your mantle? Will you be what is needed. Will you be what is hated?”
Me:
“It is hard enough to be Courier. I cannot be more unless the friendly man Himself gives the command. For I am a terrible force of pent up fury and I fear what will spring forth if I open the torrents. And my generation is furious with me. If the torrent flows from me, surely it shall flow from them. They are sick of the whore as I am sick of the whore. There are those who are far greater than I who will shout from all seven mountains and fire shall rain down upon the generation of old. Where is the love in what you ask? Where is the grace? Where is the mercy? Where is the goodness of God?”
The familiar voice that I love so much speaks from behind me and I lie down, face to the earth as the Lamb of God speaks.
Friendly man:
“Love does not protect ten Wolves at the expense of hundred sheep. Grace does not spare the life of a liar who teaches children to lie. Mercy does not spare the life of a murder who has killed again. The goodness of God is in His love for all of mankind and His plan to bring freedom to the masses.
I did not come to bring peace Courier. I came to bring the sword.
You wanted me to tell you directly.
Here I am again, saying what I said two thousand years ago.
Feed my sheep, love my sheep, protect my sheep. Courier this to your entire generation. Open the gates of your passion and let righteous fury pour from your hearts. As I ripped the veil and destroyed the temple must you all rip the veils and destroy the temples. Pull down the houses of idolatry and bring my people to be one as we are one.
Heed the words of the Builder. He will give you the blueprint. Make disciples who walk in the spirit. Seek first the kingdom of God!”
Builder:
“Will you submit son of sorrow?”
Me:
“I will do as I am instructed.”
Builder:
“Hear me then:
The weakness of your generation is that you hate rank. You hate submitting to one another. Thus you cannot give honour where honour is due.
You must overcome this weakness, there is one King and His kingdom is not a democracy.
But neither is it steeped in nepotism and corruption.
Can you bow to one another in recognition of function? The fivefold ministry is an equipping function and not a control function. The words of the son, those contained in the four Gospels, those are the head. Those are the final authority. There is no revelation that outranks them. Only Jesus is King. Only Jesus is Lord. Every word from His mouth is a command. And those who love Him will do as He instructs.
Submit to one another in seniority of function. The wise among you will know what this means and they will teach you well.
But listen with both ears son of sorrow:
“To worship a man and quote his words more than you quote the words of the Son of God is to show your true loyalty. No prophet of old or new, no leader of old or new, none outrank the Son of God. For all seek their own and only the Son has the blueprint to the establishing of the kingdom of heaven on earth.
In worship, declare His Lordship. In worship, declare His word superior. In worship declare His way superior. Do this so that in deed and in in action you are manifesting His will and His word.
His Kingdom is all. Seek first His kingdom. The time has come for the body to break the chains of manipulation and to tear down the altars to man.
Lead this generation to Christ alone. There is no other voice that is worthy of our ears.
As long as poverty rules this earth, count it as an indictment against you. A tree is know by its fruit and the fruit upon the tree of the believer must be righteous and generous. If a child starves anywhere on earth and you have the power to save it, yet do not, you have turned your back upon the son of God Himself
Barachiel is hard on you son of sorrow. He is hard on you because you will not wipe out poverty without worship. And in the throne room of God, where Barachiel is Guardian of blessing and glory, even there does the Holy Spirit weep for these children and for the obedience of the saints, and Barachiel with Him.
Throw your life into worship that cries and celebrates and shouts and illuminates from the core of your generation. For your generation are the harvesters of the greatest harvest. The time has come fro the greatest awakening.
RISE ECHAD, RISE AND ROAR!
The kingdom is all. Put the kingdom first!”
Me:
“The kingdom is all. My generation will not fail. We are one.”
I wake up.