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Posted:Mar 25, 2009 1:42 pm
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Well, its been awhile...maybe too long?! But, I've been kind of busy lately. The ministry is doing quite well and we have several bits of good (and big news)! So, not to make this into an ad or anything,if anyone is interested (not wanting to be an imposition if your not interested)...PM me and I will write you back with the info!
I hope everyone is doing well, and its nice to "post"(more or less).
blessings,
~k
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In Those Days...
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Posted:Jul 7, 2008 4:50 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2009 4:30 am 3938 Views
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I beheld a group of people recognized as leaders in the modern Christian church. Men and women from all parts of the world and from many different denominations. They were seen on TV and on the internet; they were heard in every language on radio and tape and CD. And they held meetings in this place and that...all over and everywhere and the people came in mass to see them and to hear what "god" had told these modern prophets.
And they spoke as if unto edification...but it impressed me as tickling the ears of the masses. And they spoke NOT the Word of God but secret things so as to impress those they spoke to. They called the names of people who have passed from this life to lend credence to their false prophecy. They spoke like seers reading cards and tea leaves and gave instruction and advice and said it was from God while their heart knew it was not.
I was grieved to see such a thing in the house of God...and asked the Lord to show me what caused such an abomination in His house as many were led astray by their words and teachings. And from the corner of the room an Angel appeared and flew to me, touching my eyes and I saw the sight, but through spiritual eyes.
These leaders...some called prophets, some evangelists, some pastors, some teachers and even some apostles appeared through my spiritual eyes as those starving, for their spirit had been long removed from the Holy Spirit...and they starved for their lack of nourishment...appearing every bit like the holocaust survivors; sunken eyes and cheeks, pale and palid greyish skin.
And to each one of them was tied a spirit who looked like an organ-grinders monkey...at least in how it sat upon a shoulder, tied or chained to these people by some sort of chord. These spirits themselves appeared hairless, with skin the color of chicken fat. Their lipless mouths full of broad, blunt teeth ,chattering incessantly in a manner that was only discernable to the individual they were tied to. Their eyes were dull and flat like old buttons on a moth-eaten sweater...a sort of cataract-hued charcoal: brackish and blind.
Their blind eyes looked into the palms of their own hands, as if reading a book that did not exist and speaking in the half-hushed tones of the falsely pious zealots who try to impress people by how much they know...but are foolish in how little they understand.
The angel said they were the spirits of the dead...and that being so, what they had to say only spoke death into the lives that they gained opportunity to speak into. And that they did it in the name of the one true living God, leading many astray and away from that better portion.
I asked him why so many would fall prey to such an obvious and vile spirit...and he said that so many sought more of a relationship with the Christ...and while they had a form of religion, they had never had an "Experience"...and therefore, in their hunger and desire to taste something beyond the known, had become little more than addicts for "an" anointing, not knowing that it was not genuine...they had never been truly "discipled".
And how did they gain access into the lives of these church leaders? The angel replied that through their pride to impress and be successful, they had sold their souls to reproduce an experience. That they had not sacrificed nor were they willing to sacrifice the things of the world to manifest the power of God to the measure they promoted to "wield" it.
Nor did the masses understand that God desires to speak to each of them individually...but they stay too far away to hear the sound or discern its content. So they pacify themselves on the foolish ramblings of demons and dead spirits who may only wax eloquently about the dry places of the earth. Their treasure is as the dust of the ground; mens flesh and it pours through their fingers like sand in a glass...for time is short.
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Anointed
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Posted:Jun 13, 2008 10:08 am
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2008 6:25 pm 3778 Views
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The vision opened to appear as if upon a campus. One of those types of academic places of many buildings sprawled out upon a landscape filled with lots of grass and trees and shrubbery of various types. The type of University or even Community College where one might even enjoy the pursuit of learning as well as the learning itself (and here we thought there was no distinction between the two...!? ).
But, this day finds the campus empty...not even a Security guard or a landscape professional (surely there must be a shrub or two in need of a manicure...perhaps even a pedicure? ). A rather odd turn that: a place so large and of a public type, and no one around at all?! Well, dreams and visions are rife with such occurances I remind myself...if there is a reason for it, it will reveal itself in due time! And if not...well, we shall see.
The sky overhead was filled with black and midnight blue clouds of the sort that usually warrant a Severe Storm Warning from the National Weather Service...However, it doesn't take long to realize that there is no thunder or lightning that is almost always associated with such angry skies. In fact there is no sound whatsoever...no birds in the trees, no sounds of car motors in the distance...I can't even hear my feet as I stroll through the grass and shuffle along the concrete sidewalks?!
Maybe it is that the audio is not the important thing about this vision...maybe it is ommitted so that I might direct my attention to more pressing and pertinant details? Or maybe it is simply that my sleeping self has buried my head so far into the pillows that I cannot hear anything?! Well, I think to myself...we should hear something once the rain begins to fall.
And somewhere about that time; as the rain reached my line of sight it seemed to freeze in mid air...or that is to say, it did NOT turn to ice...it did not "Freeze" per se... it simply stopped moving and became suspended in the air...kind of like the last bullets fired at the character Neo at the end of the first Matrix movie.
I could bring my eye up close to a drop and study it...and see what the world on the other side of that drop looked like viewed "through" that droplet...a sort of perspective if you will. Seeing though a glass darkly even...maybe...probably not...but those sorts of comparisons usually mean more to me than most folks anyway...and I liked the thought of it!
I reached out gently to touch one; expecting that rather cold or cool water feeling that rain has when it has fallen from the upper atmosphere to the warmer climate of earth. But, what I felt was warm...not hot mind you...but certainly of a more ambient nature than rain. In fact it wasn't even water at all, but ...oil.
Not dark like crude oil, or 3 in one oil and certainly not clear like baby oil either. But possessing that rather golden color one usually associates with a name like Wesson. As I rubbed the substance between my fingers I began to wonder and, lifting my finger tips near my nose, I inhaled deeply.
Yep. No Doubt about it...it was Olive oil! Now how do you suppose rain clouds could rain olive oil?! And as I stood there trying to postulate the variables...the was huge crack of thunder...no I mean it was HUGE...nope, it was even more HUGE than that...yeah about like that. A crack of thunder so loud and so deep that you could see it reverberate through droplets of suspended oil.
And with that the rain of oil crashed to the ground...and it continued to pour for what seemed a long time.
Almost unconsciously and perhaps more accurately, without conscious motive I began to lift my hands upward in worship...
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Where Oh Where...?
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Posted:Apr 21, 2008 3:06 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2008 10:18 am 3961 Views
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And wouldn't you know it...just when you thought I was gone...and yes, it makes me happy happy to disappoint (some) of you that I'm still around! LOL
Well, just for the record...I can't access this site from work anymore...and for whatever reason, the dial-up ain't working at the house!?
Soooo, while I'm waiting for my area to get a highspeed tower (I'm told a few weeks)I have to come to a local internet cafe to check into the goings on at BC!
In the meantime, I'm sure you have been wondering (not) what I've been up to!? Yeah, I know maybe not so much...but it is all written tongue-in-cheek...
I've been doing really good actually...writing some...in hopes of putting some of this stuff I've done here in book form...still writing the music...still having visions...
Oh yeah...about that...if the things I'm seeing are any indication of whats to come...you better hope your not around for it...cuz its worse than anyone imagined...but thats if you believe in that sort of thing...or believe the things I've shared in the past...either way just thought I should say that...maybe you'll remember I wrote this when it all comes to pass!?
Hmmmm, what else? Well, there is more...but...no sense telling everything! I am very happy these days...fulfilled...content even...!?
I'll be checking in here about once a week for the time being...so...I hope everyone else is doing well and we'll talk to you soon!
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I Think You Left This Here
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Posted:Mar 17, 2008 6:46 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2008 10:24 am 4215 Views
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While there was/is still more to "In The Time Of Jacob's Trouble"...the timing seems inappropriate?! So, rather than just leave anyone (hello? anyone?...? ) "hanging"...lets just say officially that its been moved to the backburner for the time being.
Well, to be honest...I am somewhat apprehensive to post at this juncture. And, when I say this...I mean this as no reflection on anyone in particular...I can't (and on purpose) remember specific blogs or posts (Thank you Jesus! ). But, it is rather ugly around here lately. I feel bad when I see some of whats been written around here next to ...well, what this site is supposed to be about.
And please understand...its not a matter of being concerned with anyone's opinion (and what are opinions like...anyone?, anyone?...). And I realize the lack of tolerance on the part of most Christian's (Look at history) especially as it pertains to tolerance toward other Christian's!?
I mean...I catch "it" so often from other Christian's that I'm surprised when someone is actually nice to me. I laugh everytime I read about the thieves and pro's getting into Heaven before those who think they're all that...because its usually true...I get more genuine compassion and respect from people at the jail than I do from my "Fellow brothers and sisters in the Lord" (Said in a deep baritone voice drawn out like brooootherrrsss and sissssterrrrrs in theeee LLLLLooooorrrr-D! )
But, I digress...
We all know how the media sensationalizes issues with no respect or consideration to people's rights or privacy(even our own). We even have our own homes invaded by stories on the nightly news of indiscretion, and the most lewd behaviors imaginable. We loathe the lack of integrity and decorum in running such stories and why we can't even get the weather report without finding out what Britney is or isn't wearing today in the most graphic detail! We call such reporting trash and we abhor it in both its content and the manner in which it is obtained.
And yet...here we are...the standards of righteousness in the earth:
a) Wasting blog space to call people out by name!When done for any reason is a bad show. Bad behavior real or imagined does not justify bad behavior in response. Report them...start a group...send an e-mail. If someone really feels like its there God-given duty to police the site....find out the new people everyday and warn them...yeah, its a little bit of work...but, if your called...? Shouldn't this, as a whole, be a place of edification? We should never see any members name here in print referred to in a negative way...whether we agree with them (their beliefs and/or behaviors) or not.
And more importantly...
b) I enjoy coming here and reading what others write (whether I agree with them or not), and alot of folks have some real and anointed insight that they share on the blogs. I think most of us do the same or similar. And yet, we are subjected to wading through the "feud state" to try and pluck a few gems out of the muck.
And you know what happens...alot of the time we get sucked into a post (i.e., "what does that title mean?, etc., etc. ) and have the bad spirit (state of mind, karma  ...whatever)of that post imparted upon us (if you don't believe me...look at the # of views on the "junk"). And some people get caught up in it to the point that they come specifically to scan for more controversy.
Or maybe thats the point? Maybe in the desire to be "popular" it becomes more important to be seen and read regardless of content?! And if thats true, then we have become exactly like the tabloid media...anything for the sake of ratings.
I know...I know...alot of this has settled down now...but that doesn't mean its okay! I don't care who started it...I don't care who did what to who first...leaving, staying; who is more righteous and in the Word or who has the greatest Godly ideals (or the worst)...heres your benchmark:
If Christ hasn't kicked them to the curb...and if He hasn't called them out...who the heck are you?!
And, why should your beef be taking up space that could be used for someone who actually has something uplifting to say?
Now, I honestly considered closing this post to reply...but thats not really fair is it? Soooo go ahead...maybe if you justify it long enough and loud enough, eventually you'll believe it yourself!?
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In The Time of "Jacob's Trouble"
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Posted:Mar 6, 2008 4:40 am
Last Updated:Mar 6, 2008 4:32 pm 3845 Views
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And it came to pass in the days prior to our Lord's return...when the world "seemed" unified in purpose if not apparently in leadership, that the vision begins. Most of what transpires; at least from my point of view in telling it, comes from what I saw happening here in the United States. Some might say these things are already coming to pass...and I would say that the stage has been set, and the play is beginning...
Exactly at what point was our freedom taken away? Those who were born into poverty here might argue that it never really existed. As would those who live off the grid either by choice or circumstance...the paranoid fringe, conspiracy theorists, homeless peoples and in large part...people of color. Those who have always stood and cried injustice and hypocrisy at the ideal of what this nation proclaims itself to be and what it actually is. Well, actually is to some.
But, at some point during the early part of the 21st century...sometime after the events of September 11th, 2001 and then to a lesser degree the forced evacuation and containment of the "Katrina refugees" by FEMA in 2005. Perhaps earlier...perhaps not.
Some began to notice a loss of freedom when tax exempt status was revoked on any church or ministry that preached, or spoke against "tolerance" of the days political climate; despite the fact that such "tolerance" was in direct conflict with the Word of God.
Some would say it was when it became permissible for a Muslim or Buddhist or Hindu student to openly pray or express their religious beliefs while the name of Christ and Christian prayer in schools was grounds for expulsion. Or was it when abortion became legal? Or maybe it was when it became of little concern to the people that the leaders of this nation were liars and possessing NO moral compass; selling our best interests to big business and lobbyists...signing secret deals in backrooms with nations and peoples sworn to the destruction of Christians and Jews alike!?
Well, regardless of when it happened...we all took notice when they came and rounded up the homeless, the sick and the poor, and the infirmed (both mentally and physically)! And when the churches and the radicals and the free thinkers (and gun owners...what was left of them) protested they rounded them up too; put them on buses and traincars and simply them shipped off! At first it was secretive...in the middle of the night...people just disappeared...whole families. Later, they would just come and take people away right in broad daylight!
Oh, it was all for the "greater good" they said...that it was the best thing for society...no homeless people living on the streets and no projects to harbor and cultivate crime and substance abuse. And as for the protesters...they were all trouble makers, tree huggers...religious fanatics and liberal idealists who only wanted to create strife and discontent for what was widely being caled " A New World " . Order indeed.
No one seemed to be too concerned that entire sub divisions stood empty...furniture still in them...food in the fridge. Like the owners had went on vacation and had simply never returned.
And they were, for the most part never heard from again...a few turned up here and there looking like shadows of their former selves...vacant smiles and souless eyes. One might say the things those eyes had seen; had been experience to, and still choose "social reprogramming"...there are truly some fates worse than death...and sometimes the price of a persons soul is set at the promise that the pain will stop. At least in this life...for the moment.
It was rumored that there existed camps, "social reprogramming centers" where the people were sent...they existed in every state and it was best that people didn't ask what went on there...unless they wanted to experience it firsthand. They were huge places...alot of them former military bases or other "government" facilities that existed in rural or isolated locations...adjacent to railyards and shipyards and manned not by U.S. military personnel, but by U.N. troops. They could also be identified by 3 distinct characteristics:
They were not identified as existing facilites on any map...with no signs of identification on any book or record anywhere nor on the facilty entrances themselves.
The razorwire around the tops of the fences faced inward; to keep people in.
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The smokestacks of the furnaces in the center of the facilties belched black smoke into the sky day and night.
(to be continued)
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A Preview Of Infamy
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Posted:Feb 21, 2008 10:38 am
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2008 7:34 am 4096 Views
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(The following is an account from a dream. )
And, so it was that I found myself in the hallway of an office complex. Just prior to the elevator doors opening the whole car was shaken violently; the lights flickering, and I audibly heard the cables straining beneath the weight and the shaking of the building. It seemed to me the entire structure groans in protest to the shaking.
Upon the doors opening I stepped out into a hallway. The place looked as if a bomb had gone off (and recently too). What walls and other noticable characteristics common to an office that remained were burnt black...so much so, I could still feel the heat coming from it.
The wind was blowing partially burnt papers and other items around, and it was then I noticed that there was a huge hole where the outside wall used to be! I stepped toward, careful to avoid bits of burning debris...most of which I could not identify...and yet somehow I felt thankful that I couldn't! The smell of some sort of combustible agent permeated the air around me like a blanket.
There was no door to the offices to my left just smoke and wind...and as I stepped into that area I noticed that whatever had caused the hole in the outer wall had reached out, like a giant claw and had ripped most of the ceiling away! I could see upward for several floors despite the copious amounts of smoke that billowed forth. I was thankful that the elevator had stopped here and not up two. Despite the fact I knew it to be a vision, I didn't think the view from there would have been pleasant at all!
At that moment I found myself standing upon air outside the building...just 10 yards or so from where I had been standing just a second before. No matter how many times I have that happen in a dream or vision...I still find it quite disconcerting! And that added to the fact I suffer from a bit of vertigo from time to time...well, "weak in the knees" doesn't even begin to cover it!
I remember being pulled back to my current perspective as something shot past me; plummeting toward the ground at an incredibly high rate of speed. "What the...what was that", I thought, again forgetting I wasn't really in that place standing in the middle of the air.
I looked down to see what it was, but it had moved past me so quickly, it was already too far removed from my vision as to be recognizable! It was at this point I heard the voice of the Lord for the first time since this dream had begun! "Look up" I heard him say.
The clouds of smoke were so thick and so large they literally blotted out everything else in the sky! And then I saw a movement just to the right of where I was looking. I saw a woman falling...passing through the blacksmoke so quickly you could still see the smoke tearing free of her as she sped past the cloud...and then just 30 or so yards beyond her went a man falling in the same manner. They continued to fall sporadiclly for what seemed a long time.
Again, I found myself transported once more to a place near the water..."the docks" some would call them. I knew or sensed that the sun was shining but from my vantage point it appeared to be near dusk. The entire area was covered in smoke...or was it dust...I think it was dust...it seemed to cling to everything it came into contact with.
It was then I noticed a group of Policemen...all of them coming from different directions...they seemed to be going through the motions of patrolling the area or securing it...but they moved as if their bodies were on autopilot. Upon closer inspection, their eyes had that look that is common to people who have been in battle too long...I believe Vets call it "The Thousand Yard Stare". They milled about as if they should be doing something, but not really sure of a purpose or even what they could do!?
They were all covered in the dust that was still falling from the sky. It was so thick upon them it was impossible to tell what race any of them were. I heard the voice of the Lord say, "Today they are a nation of grey people...this dust is reflective of their hearts. After today they will never be the same...After today no one will."
It was then one of them spoke to no one in particular, "Did you see it when they fell..." his voice trailing off and his eyes trying to focus on and comprehend what his soul had been witness to. Finally another answered, "After today the world will never be the same!"
At that moment I awoke. Startled I reached over toward the nightstand for a drink of water. The clock read:
3:33am
The date:
September, 11th 2001
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Pt. 8 (Epilogue)
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Posted:Feb 15, 2008 8:40 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2008 7:35 am 4253 Views
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How may one explain something that has no comparitive reference point? If, say...for a moment, you saw an automobile for the first time...how would you describe it to someone else who had not seen it? Furthermnore, how then might you explain the sensation of traveling in such a vehicle? What words could you use to describe that experience? As you think upon that you begin to understand the difficulty in finding the words to explain speaking with God face-to-face!
You see, if you will go back and re-read this entire account the one single word you will find used over and over is:
LIKE
A stone vibrating like ripples upon a pond
...colors like old movies...
looked at me like...
There is no like as a reference point with God! Even in saying "like the light from the entire universe" falls so far short of what is actually experienced...there simply are no words!
You would perhaps expect me to say something about walking into the light to meet the figure of a man there...that perhaps He spoke to me in the midst of that light...maybe that is true in some vague, out of the corner of your eye kind of way...but it is fleeting at best.
But, here I shall try:
Walking into the light; again devoid of heat...yet brighter than the sun...is like being born into the world. It is hard to focus from both the light and the effort to remian in the light. It is like being lifted up as an infant into the arms of your father (FATHER)...it is to feel love unconditionally without words ever being spoken. It is to be held in the cradle of the palm of the Almighty...safe and sound, in a way none of us have ever known or could ever know aside from the actual identical experience.
Words? Not hardly, what words does He have need of with us? We are held as the chosen vessels we are within His hand...and He begins to pour the images into our souls as if we were walking, talking glasses of water...living water.
The images themselves come so fast into us it would be impossible to speak about them in a rational,linear type of event. As if this happened first, and then this, and then this...if such a thing were possible to do, the one speaking about it would sound like the ravings a mad man!?
So how do we know...how would we know...or more specifically how do I know?
There are times and places and events that transpire throughout my everyday, waking life...a sound, a conversation, a place, a person, a song an event that I know has never happened before yet I saw it happen in eternity. A sort of Deja vu if you will except in that moment I am reminded of where I was and who I was with when I saw it the first time, and I know it is a significant part of God's plan for my life.
However, I do not nor cannot keep such memories in a perpetual recall like a spiritual photo album...where I may go...and tomorrow this will happen...and then next Friday...
One simply lives their life, day-to-day, and from time-to-time and moment-to-moment we are fortunate to walk into a "God-moment" where we know what to do only because He showed us once before what to say, and do, and go!
Yes, I know it seems a bit underwhelming. You wanted me to say that God sounded like James Earl Jones, or Charlton Heston, or even Morgan Freeman or George Burns...you wanted me to say God looks like John Forsythe, or Patrick Swayze, or Tom Brady or even Billy Graham and instead I've given you vague imagery and conjecture...an impression that could have just as easily been induced through copious amounts of hallucinagens...yet this is the truth I have been shown.
And surely we have not read this far looking for the "proof" of a tangible existance of God?! Surely, our Faith does not call for a branch of a burning bush, an Ark of the Covenant? We will not go home and say that its all been a ruse, that none of this is true?!
We should go home and about our life waiting for that moment(s) when we are struck with a scene, a discourse, a clue that God wishes us to interact...to reach out and touch someone if you will...to speak life into a dying world...And we should do this as the one thing I can say, is that as He poured into me those moments of fragmented images...I saw Him pouring into everyone of us...a Nation of vessels.
As for anything else I heard or saw while I was there...well, I believe the Apostle Paul said it best:
I knew a man in Christ above fourteen years ago, (whether in the body, I cannot tell, or whether out of the body, I cannot tell, God knows) such an one was caught up into the third heaven...
...How that he was caught up into paradise, and heard unspeakable words which it is not lawful for a man to utter. II Corinthians 12: 3 & 5
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Pt. 7 (We Shall See The King)
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Posted:Feb 15, 2008 5:56 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2008 7:35 am 4107 Views
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Again, back to the ceiling/sky...There must have been an entrance closer to the top where those who flew could enter. They circled and soared throughout the chamber, all the while chanting, "Holy, Holy, Holy". After watching them for awhile I noticed some would fly out of view and others would enter through whatever gate was at the top of this place.
Now, please keep in mind...I mean I'm not brightest bulb in the pack, but it HAD begun to dawn on me exactly what this place was...I mean, just so we're clear on that! However, I had not yet seen the things one would expect to see here...for instance where is the glass floo....
And with that thought, the mist that had been clinging to the ground parted like a curtain...and there, like a mirror to another world was a window into Paradise! Well, I say a mirror to another world, but somehow I sensed that the way Paradise appeared was the way our world should have been...was intended to be...how it used to be before...corruption.
The colors seemed alive! Almost the way old movies like "The 10 Commandments" or "The Wizard of Oz" looked...vivid, moving,breathing colors...Walt Disney himself would have been awed by the way it looked!
The water was blue and translucent...even from a distance you could see the fish swimming, pebbles rolling along the bottom; being pulled along in the current. Fields of what appeared to be wheat or some other grain, looked like the long blond hair of a beautiful woman; folding and rolling in the breeze. The green of the grass and the leaves of the trees looked like it had been painted on...surreal even...like a velvet painting or...
A GAF viewmaster! This was a popular toy when I was a ...it looked like a funky red pair of binoculars that you placed a circular slideshow in and when you looked throught it whatever you saw was in 3D! Thats what Paradise looked like!
But, if this was the Throne Room of God, where was the Throne. Again, immediately following that thought...the mist in the distance appeared to evaporate, and what looked like at least 5 miles away was...yep, the Throne itself!
Of course to its right and only slightly smaller was the Throne of Chirst. And to His right were 12 chairs, and to the left of God's Throne were 12 chairs...and though I couldn't currently make out whether anyone occupied the first 2 seats...all 24 elders were seated and waiting. You could feel it in the air something was about to happen!
I looked down the line of the 12 chairs to the right of Jesus' Throne...and the names popped into my head like I had known these people personally; like we had all grown up together in the same neighborhood. There was John and Thomas, James, Andrew, Thad, Matthias, Simon, Jim, Matthew, Bart, Philip...dressed as one would imagine; white robes sitting much like people of diverse personalities sit today.
John sat upon the edge of his seat, like he were about to get up and run some forgotten errand or that he had left the iron on in his house. James sat slightly hunched in his chair, very comfortable but not so much as to appear arrogant or disinterested. Philip sat or rather leaned against his chair, his right arm atop the rest and his feet crossed at the bottom...well you get the idea...they all acted as if they belonged there! As a matter-of-fact, they all did...well everyone but
Me
Yep. Hey, This is the roll call for the Heavenly Hall of Fame people! All the big names ladies and gentlemen; one and all...and then there's ol' kel from Calhoun! Why am I here...like I got something to offer to this group?!
Back behind me coming through the very same entrance I came through Isaiah, Moses, David...on and on they came Jacob, Isaac and Abraham...Elisha, Noah, Daniel, and on and on! How did I know them? I haven't a clue...it's not like they pass out name tags at the door (HI I'm __name here_____ )...you just see them and you know who they are!?
But thats not even the strangest part (at least to me)...as some of these individuals made their way near, they gestured, waved and called me by name!
Hi Kel!
Hi Sam-uel (I wanted to sound cool...but then thought better of it and went formal...Samuel laughed as if he knew)
Kel! Glad you could make it.I wouldn't miss it for the world Zeke! Wow, that sounded prophetic...to say the least!
About that time, an individual came up to me smiling, and placed his hand upon my shoulder, his hair was dark and curly and he was...well...he looked like a model from a bowflex commercial. He then opened his mouth and spoke:
Kel! I am so glad to meet you! Before you leave, I would like to speak with you if you have time of course. And then he laughed like someone had just told a hilarious joke, and it took me second to realize that whole time-thingy the angel had discussed earlier!
Uhhhh yessir D-D- Kin-Dav...great, I'm starstruck and stuttering...Fortunately for me he bailed me out...
David is fine...just David...or Dave...we'll talk, OK?!? He said as he turned to go somewhere else in this place. I wondered if there was assigned seating...?!
"Hey, wait a second" I said to no one in particular..."where is Peter" I realized I hadn't seen Peter with the other Apostle's. My eyes began to scan; peering back and forth into the rapidly filling arena. There... just to the end of the 12 chairs, talking with Mary and Lazarus and another fellow who had his back to me was Peter.
And even from that distance, he was everything I thought he would be, loud and animated, gesturing with his hands, but also laughing easily and hugging everyone who came within his reach...not like we do here on earth as if we're performing a courtesy to the person we embrace (y'know...the "good to see ya...not if I see ya first" hug)but a purposeful embrace; eyes locking and a "something passed between us" type of hug.
As I stood there watching Peter, the man with his back to me turned; in a slow, Sam Pekinpah type of way...and...
Have you ever just been so shocked that your breath left your body? I got hit by a spinning backkick in a Martial Arts tournament once...caught me right in the jaw. My knees just gave out, before my mind ever registered that I had been hit! My breath left my body and I began to hyper ventilate before my body hit the floor...I couldn't speak and I couldn't breathe; the only thing I could hear was my pulse pounding in my head at what felt like 120 decibels! all the while a gazillion flashbulbs went off in front of my eyes!
This was like that, minus the flashbulbs, but the added symptom of uncontrolled sobbing. My lungs ached as they tried to draw in breath..."Oh...oh...oh..."
It was Him.
Jesu Christo, Yeshua Ha Massiach, The Christ, The Alpha and Omega, King of Kings and Lord of Lords!!! And it seemed even from that distance He had sensed my being there and turned to look straight at me!? And He was smiling!?!?!?
The angel said, "of course He is...He sent for you!?" You know I was quickly growing tired of the smug delivery of Heavenly Host!? But even then, my mind was trying to keep up...fathom, reach and grasp where I was, why I was there, and what I had seen and been witness to...?!
The angel interrupted again:
"Dude...He's calling you over." I looked up and sure enough, there was Jesus motioning for me to come over to where He was...like we had seats together at a ballgame or something. I thought I was going to pass out, or puke...or both...the angel interrupted once again
"Uhhhh...don't get sick...you made it...you ate it!?"
As I started to make my way over to Jesus...the shofar sounded, and to my right a light as bright as all the light in the universe sat down upon the Throne! I couldnt even look at it straight on! No sensation of heat...just pure, white, light!
With that Jesus placed His hand on my shoulder and embraced me and laughing, looked me in the eye and said...
"C'mon, He wants to meet you!"
(next: Epilogue)
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Pt. 6 (To Know As I Am Known)
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Posted:Feb 14, 2008 10:03 am
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...a very large spacious chamber; arena shaped, and having the appearance of being both miles across and miles high. Once more, the predominant color was white...and still tinged with slightly dappled shades of various pastels here and there and that same ripple effect I had noticed since my arrival!
The ceiling as it were appeared as the sky, though I could not tell if it were an actual sky or a mural placed upon it!? I laughed to myself with the thought of a reproduction of the Sisteen Chapel upon the ceiling of...what is this place anyhow?
The floor seemed to be shrouded in a mist, like a predawn fog. The air was crisp like a winter morning, yet I noticed no sensation of cold, nor saw the steam from my breath nor the breath of my "escort". The air had a very slight sweet smell that I could not quite place, but mostly closely approximating baking a cake.
Me: What is that?
Angel: What is what?
Me: That smell...what is it?
Angel: Exactly.
Me: What?
Angel: Yes...it is.
Me: Is what?
Angel: Exactly...
This continued on for several extremely frustrating minutes...and somehow I had gotten the impression I was part of a Heavenly version of an old Abbot and Costello routine!
And then I remembered that the Hebrew translation for Manna is "what is it?". Oh...ok, thats interesting...but...?
We're speaking English and "what is it?" in English is not Manna....unless...?
"Are we speaking English?" I asked the Angel.
"No", was his reply. "Uhmmmm, okay...How does that work? I don't speak or understand anything other than English, and I'm hearing English...so how can it NOT be English."
"In the Temple we only speak in the language of G_D", He said speaking the name of God in a manner that was pronounced like neither Jehovah or Yahweh. It sounded almost like Java, which I am sure would be some form of confirmation to all of my Coffee drinking friends, but not exactly like it either. "You hear in English because English is all you understand", he explained matter-of-factly, like someone explaining how to use a tissue. I decided I should seek clarification.
"OK...I get the logic, I just don't understand how I can hear in one language and talk in another?" The Angel stopped and looked at me; carrying that look of amusement like someone who gets the joke trying to explain it to the one who doesn't...!?
"Do you speak in what you would call tongues?" He inquired. "Yes, I do."
"Do you receive interpretation of tongues?"
Once more I answered, "Yes!?" I could not imagine how that was relevant...and then it hit me!
We speak or give a message as the Spirit moves within us in its approximation to God. Interpretation of such a "message" is given as and by the obedience of someone to receive and interpret that message for the Will of God to be revealed! Since we were in Heaven, and our proximity to God being as close as it possibly can be...both the gifting to speak and to interpret was instantaneous.
The Angel then said something that perplexes me to this day:
"Time and distance are conditions limited to where you are from. Depth and width and height are dimensions of confinement and definition to your understanding. You feel as if you have traveled pretty far while you have been here, and yet wherever you are is right here, and whenever it is is simply right now...no past, no future...eternity is not forever...it is one moment suspended in perpetuity!"
"Well, thank you Stephen Hawking...one usually has to seek wisdom of that sort from a fortune cookie!" Probably not the wisest statement I could make to a being such as this, but I felt a whole bunch of dumb to what he had just said...and I felt rather patronized by him with the delivery of it!
"And I realize", he continued, "that it is the nature of your condition (he said "condition" like I had Bubonic Plague or something)to speak sarcastically of those things you do not understand. But, know this and remember it well...Heaven does not do sarcasm and it is not a part of G-D's Character!"
Great...I been here about 30 minutes and I've already ticked off the Host. I've lasted longer in a biker bar than that (back in the day)...boy, do I have alot to work on when I get home...if...IF I get home?!
OK...note to self:
Do more
talk less
and try not to think.
Well, so far, I thought...one out of three...I'm not doing very well...at all!!!
(to be continued)
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