I have been worshiping with Guardian for a few hours when he suddenly turns to me and asks me a question:
Guardian
“Courier. A great thing must be laid down today so that this vision may move forward to its true beginning. It will be a big sacrifice for you. Are you willing to sacrifice more than you already have?”
Me:
“I would give the blood of my veins if the kingdom required it.”
Guardian:
“This will hurt you more than physical pain. For you are capable of leading hundreds of thousands. But this vision requires that hundreds of millions be lead. You will need to lay down something that is very dear to you.”
Me:
“You want me to lose my name.”
Guardian.
“Yes.”
Me:
“Take it.”
We are suddenly under the tree on Breakthrough Island.
Uriel, Gatherer, Builder, Breakthrough, Guardian and I stand in a circle facing one another.
Builder:
“We have isolated you upon this land so that you may be protected. This isolation was the doing of Gatherer so that chaff may effectively be removed from your life thus keeping the dreams pure and free of toxic influence. But now the time comes for a different kind of isolation. The time has come for insulation.
Our blueprint is from the throne room of heaven. And this vision is far beyond the power of one man. You have been trained, anointed and mantled to such an extent that you could build an empire in your image and we have arrived at the point where this vision is in danger of becoming your vision.
Even if you were to build a hundred churches with fifty thousand seats each, you would still slow us down. Your personal determination is microscopic compared to the ambition of heaven.
We have needed a catalyst of immense strength to be the central Courier. But that catalyst may not receive the glory. Yet that catalyst must protect the one to whom all glory must go, Jesus Christ.
You are the catalyst. Already the generals and commanders begin to gravitate around you and powerful men and women accept you as a true courier. You have done well in this.
But already too many people know who you are, where you are and what you are doing.
Already too much glory is placed upon you.
We had grace upon you so that the first seven months may not be lonely for you; but the time has come for your insulation.
Your link to the outside world as (my name) must be severed. You may only be known to the outside world as the Courier or Son of Sorrow.
We know that social media has been your only contact with your friends and family across the world as (my name) but you must lay it down. And your phone must be laid down too. You may speak to none as (my name) unless they are upon the land beneath your feet.
You may retain internet so that you have entertainment and are able to post the dreams as the son of sorrow.
But anything that brings glory to (my name) must be laid down.”
I begin to weep.
In making this covenant and accepting this mantle I am unable to visit friends and family. I am unable to travel and go on holidays. Now I cannot see the joys and sorrows of my friends and family across the world, or speak to them over the phone, or laugh with my nephews and nieces.
Me:
“I will do it.”
Builder:
“Do not say goodbye or make any announcements. Simply disappear so that people do not seek you out or attempt to convince you otherwise.”
Me:
“I will do it.”
Breakthrough:
“The glory must fall upon one name. That name must be honoured with sacrifice. You (plural) will overcome the enemy by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of your (plural) testimonies.
Every General that we send to you has no use for glory. They seek the advance of the kingdom.
You shall be the Courier and they shall trust, protect and provide for you. But you must never receive glory. And although you will build many Video broadcast platforms, your face must never appear upon any of them.
Only those whom Gatherer sends may know your identity.
Heed these instructions so that the kingdom may advance. Be the Courier, nothing more.”
The friendly man appears before me, surrounded by these archangels.
And He smiles.
“You will be lonely. I have made you to love crowds. Be my catalyst. Be my courier. Be mine alone.”
Me:
“I will.”
I wake up.
