Dream 231

Uriel, Builder, Breakthrough and I are inside the tent of prayer upon the land beneath Michael’s calf.
None of us say a word. I am in front of the stage, kneeling, focused in deep meditation, completely connected from the depth of the government that rests in my belly. A low hum reverberates from my lips, resonating through my chest and throat.
The presence of the Holy Spirit is so tangible that I can sense Him in a near physical form upon the throne that my mind has created upon the stage.
He has my absolute attention. I don’t move a muscle.
As I hum this meditative melody, thousands of pictures flash through my mind as if I am uploading and downloading information to and from the spiritual realm. I realize that the deepest part of my soul is able to intercede for thousands of details about thousands of people faster than the speed of conscience thought. And now, in total awe of the Holy Spirit, I feel my spirit link with Him.
Hundreds of thousands of pictures flood my spirit and meditative humming changes key and tempo. I am praying for every single person I have ever met, even fleetingly. The pictures in my mind are suddenly accompanied by prayers and I can hear them all and see them all simultaneously.
There is no way I can pray in this much detail for even one person with english words, yet my spirit intercedes with the Holy Spirit and defies time and space.
The presence of the Holy Spirit radiates waves of power and I lie face down, my song now in full synchronization with His.
More, millions more, even billions more pictures flow from the mind of the Holy Spirit into mine and my subconscious assimilates every drop effortlessly. I am now interceding for people I have never met, my Spirit completely focused.
Now something incredible happens.
My meditative melody is joined by more and more voices as my spirit develops a harmonizing voice for every single picture that it sees. And now my spirit sings with millions of perfectly synchronized, harmonized voices.
Breakthrough begins to sing with me, the full anointing of his station as Zaphkiel, Seraphim of the throne room brought to bare. Wind begins to buffet the walls of the tent and a cloud fills the interior. I can feel the moisture of the condensation upon the back of my neck as I lie there.
And now Uriel begins to speak with a loud voice that rises and falls in concert with our choirs of the spirit.
Uriel:
“Deep cries out to deep. Deep cries out to deep. Deep cries out to deep.
And in the depths of every man He will find the very law of God, written there upon his spirit and upon that scroll shall every man find the cries of all of mankind and all of heaven.
For all of heaven is one and cries with one loud voice for the salvation of mankind. We shout: ‘Come! Come all you are wear and heavy laden, come and enter your rest. Come now, detach yourself from your philistine wife. Come! Detach yourself from mammon. Come as you are so that the Father may place a ring upon your finger and a cloak upon your shoulders. Come beloved, come!’.”
Builder too raises his voice and speaks in concert with the symphony that pours forth from our spirits.
Builder:
“Detach yourselves from the whore of Babylon. Gaze no longer upon her breasts, rip your gaze from her seductive eyes, untangle your legs from hers. She has seduced you with false promises and her lips run red with your blood and the blood of your children. Come children of Zion, detach yourself from the lies that hinder love. Come children of heaven, open your heart to compassion, return to your first love. Serve Jesus as Lord, do as He commands!”
Breakthrough rises and lifts me to my feet as we continue to flow in perfect harmony. And now one, without the myriad of voices that intercede stopping, he lays his hands upon my shoulders and speaks.
Breakthrough:
“Mourn son of obedience. The time for rejoicing shall come, but it is not now. Mourn and let wisdom produce within you the sorrow of revelation.
For though many cry out to God, they cry out selfishly. They cry out for their own homes, their own health, their own businesses, their own ministries, their own safety. And they care nothing for the billions who are laid waste by the spirit of mammon.
Mourn son of obedience, let the very sorrows that cause the Holy Spirit to groan wash over you. For the children of Zion are bowed low by their hunger to impress one another. See how they worship at the perfectly sensual feet of the whore of Babylon, who is mammon.
They are lost in rapture to her swaying hips and their ears are tuned to her full lips.
But her heart is black as night and they have made her heart their hearts.
Mourn son of obedience. Mourn and cry out from the depths of your inner sorrows. Sorrow may last for this long night and joy shall come in the morning. But this night is long. It is long because the enemy has pulled the darkness of greed over the eyes of the elite. And they cling to their earthly inheritance while millions starve. They cling to their opulent luxuries while children die.”
Pictures of hundreds of millions of children in poverty flash through my spirit and my heart breaks with a loud crack.
Every voice within my spirit begins to weep and groan and now the entire interior of the tent of prayer is bathed in glorious light.
I raise my head and cry out with a million voices.
Me:
“Come disobedient hearts. Release the resources. Come disobedient hearts. Release your time. Come disobedient hearts. The harvest is ripe. Can you not see it? The harvest is ripe! Send the manpower, send the money. Come, let us go and feed these sheep and care for them with all of our hearts! Come! Come! Come!”
And from the throne upon which the Holy Spirit sits upon our small stage in our small tent, the friendly man rises. And He walks to me and steps down from the stage.
And He too lays his hands upon my shoulders.
Friendly man:
“Call as I call Courier . Those who answer do well. For they are good and faithful servants. But those who turn a deaf ear and withhold what you ask will be cast into the fire as chaff.
Bare this burden with me. Care with me. Love with me. Walk in compassion with me. Feel my sorrow for the lost and my joy for the found. Let my heart be your heart and my mind be your mind. Worship together as one. Make disciples. Take the good news to the poor.
Burn with passion and issue commands with confidence. I am with you all. But warn the wicked and the lazy among you. Warn them to work out their salvation with fear and trembling.
Warn them.
Tell them this: You cannot serve both God and mammon. For God feeds the very people that mammon seeks to subjugate. I have come to set the captives free and mammon seeks to enslave.
Warn the Courier. Warn them son of my sorrow. To ignore those in need is to ignore me.”
I wake up suddenly.
Consider yourself warned friend. Use your lips to warn others.
The eradication of poverty is our burden to bare. It is our assignment. And we do it by advancing the kingdom of God in united prayer and making disciples.