A visit to the THRONE ROOM. From my book "His Grace"

    

 I was ministering in a small church giving words of encouragement and whatever prophecies God had for them. I needed a word more than all of them combined and then some. I had been in a desert for a long time and was walking by faith. I went back to my room afterwards but could not get to sleep. I knew when it was about 1:00am, that I was going to be a wreck the next day. I could not stop crying out to Daddy. I did not know what I wanted but I knew I had to have something to help me make it through the next day. I was in a bad depression. The worse I had ever known. I was being faithful and ministering and was even praising him in my terrible circumstances. I don’t know when I finally fell asleep but suddenly I found myself in the Judgment room. 

      Jesus was standing in front of his throne looking away from me and to his right. His face seemed stern. Many people were in the thrones but I didn’t venture to look at them. The room was dark and foreboding. I stood in silence with my head hung down and great fear in my heart. I knew I was standing in the judgment room, but this time I was on the wrong side. 

I was on the side of judgment! I looked down at myself and I felt ashamed. My pants were torn and dirty. I had no shoes and my feet were black with dirt. I looked up at Jesus and then scanned the darkened room. Jesus still had not spoken, which made me nervous. I heard a rustling sound behind me so I turned and looked. Behind me was a wall of huge winged angels, which intimidated me even more. I was exactly in the center of them all! I began to weep. 

      Jesus lifted his arm, pointed to me, and spoke “This is who I esteem greatly! He who has left brothers, sisters, and family for my sake and has not followed after the things of this world. This is whom I truly honor!” With that, I hit the floor with great sobbing and with a total release of my depression. All the scenes of my months of decisions flowed through my mind and I realized that I lost everything in my life simply because I decided to follow after him.

VISION OF THE JUDGEMENT SEAT OF CHRIST

The room was so vast I could not see the end. Thrones like bleachers at a stadium lined one side. Various people filled the thrones as far as the eye could see. I was in heaven, in the Judgment room. 

      I was so excited that I had made it and that I was sitting in one of the thrones. I was making a real fuss thinking I was so special and how wonderful I was. I noticed about two rows in front of me and slightly to the right was the back of Jesus sitting on his throne. He had longish hair and looked just like his picture. He slowly turned around to look at me. His stern eyes pierced my heart. I wanted to sink into my seat but I had no place to go. Several others close to him also turned around and looked at me. They all heard my thoughts. I just wanted to die. I felt such shame. I didn’t deserve to be here, I thought. I felt ashamed that I thought that somehow I qualified myself to be here. Jesus turned back and faced the front. 

      A beautiful young blond haired woman stood at a lectern across from Jesus on the lower floor. She never lifted her head but stared only at the floor. Behind her was a line of people that seemingly went on forever. Everyone’s countenance was one of dread. No one in that line lifted his or her heads. 

      I could hear the woman’s thoughts. She thought she could enjoy all the things of the world and do whatever she pleased and that she would be saved. She thought in fact that she could live with her feet in both kingdoms at the same time, Gods, and the worlds. I heard her say to the Lord, “Why didn’t someone warn me!” 

      I awoke at that point and felt terrible. I was sick to my stomach. I felt so convicted. Everything in me wanted to warn every Christian I could find. I wanted to be away from all the worlds glitter and false glory. I didn’t want to be swayed and follow the world Rich’s but God alone.

      These people were clearly those who followed the false prosperity gospel. I knew many people, even in the church that I went to, that worshipped the things of the world but hardly knew God.

DONT STOP PRAYING!!

I had met someone at Church who was in a crisis and had asked me to pray. I loved to pray for other people. It was a great way of receiving a blessing. I decided to fast for three days and pray for this person’s situation.

On the third day, I was standing in heaven and found myself face-to-face with Myriads of angels. I knew instantly that each row was a myriad wide and that it was one myriad deep. The angels stood in a line in front of me in perfect rows from left to right. They all looked similar like brothers but with slight differences. They were about 9ft tall and had large wings. Their hair was long and white. The golden yellow glory was so bright I could barely see.

Suddenly two angels entered, carrying the person I was praying for back on earth. On her back was one scared demon. It had its claws imbedded deep into her. I heard the Lord behind me and to my left, say “Pray”! So, I did. I said with great authority. “I command you Satan to come off her in the name of Jesus!” Nothing happened! It embarrassed me. It was deathly quiet. I am powerless even in heaven even with the Lord standing next to me, I thought! So, again I asked the Lord. He spoke again but this time with anger, “PRAY”! It thought it might be the way I phrased it. I rearranged the words a little and shouted. “In the name of Jesus I command you to come off”! Still nothing happened!

I was looking for a place to hide. It was deathly quiet. Has the Lord has brought me here to humiliate me? I turned to the Lord again and weakly said, Lord? He shouted at me with more anger in his voice. “PRAY”!!!. Reluctantly and sheepishly, I prayed again. I said “In the name of Jesus come off her”. As fast as a flash, two huge angels jumped forward, took that demon off her back and all the angels in heaven lifted their hands straight up and cheered. Right behind me, I heard the Lord laugh!

I awoke at this point and realized that I needed to learn to keep praying and not give up. Later when I met that woman, she was changed.

PROPHECY Wednesday, August 3, 2011

PROPHECY Wednesday, August 3, 2011

In prayer today the Lord was very prominent.  He spoke very loudly and with boldness I haven’t heard in a long time. This is what he said

“I am shaking this land and no amount of prayer will stop my hand. For the cries of the unborn have reached the heavenlies. I will not relent till their cries have stopped. There will be a great falling away for those whose hearts are in the world but I will answer immediately to those who cry out to me and I will comfort them in very arms says the Lord. Like a baby at her mothers breast I will restore and bring back those that are mine.”

The other day I had a dream again about the stock market sliding down a slippery road.

INVITING THE PROPHETIC INTO YOUR CHURCH "THE BABY" from my book "The Prophetic Manual"

Inviting the prophetic into your church is like deciding to have a baby.  When you first decide you want to have a baby your decision is based on your fairytale dream of pushing this baby in a stroller, blowing bubbles on the baby's stomach while the baby giggles his or her head off.

In reality, it's more like trying to push out a watermelon and screaming bloody blue murder for 24 hours, dealing with about 400 dirty diapers a day and sleepless nights for months.

I can't emphasize enough how much this is just like the prophetic.  Everyone thinks this is awesome, we can hear the voice of God and He can tell us what's on his heart. He can undo years of not knowing and wondering what's going on in our lives, and brings some order to us.

In reality, what happens is far different in the beginning.  People are like babies and they make mistakes.  Wrong interpretations will be given, people will act out of order, and there will appear to be a great lack of order.  Feelings will get hurt, people might leave the church and new ones will show up. If you’re a person that likes perfect order, you will go through an adjustment time.  In biblical times the focus was surely not on the prophetic, people were dying for their beliefs.  Hiding in homes, running for your lives was the order of the day.  No one cared if your interpretation was a little bit off. They were just trying to survive. Look how many people sat with their bags packed, thinking Jesus was returning any day now. How silly was that?

I can't imagine what it's like to know the next day I could get eaten by a lion at other people's amusement just because I would not recant my beliefs.

Inviting the prophetic into your church is no different from inviting Jesus into your church.  Yes it will become messy but if you want order I recommend getting a job down at the cemetery.  I have seen churches embrace the prophetic and about a year later push it back out the door.  They were not willing to deal with the dirty diapers and the sleepless nights.  They gave their babies up for adoption. 

Learning, growing, making mistakes is a necessary part of Christianity.  We don't keep our children in a crib till they can run.  We let them go through the necessary learning curve to stand up and then walk.  They fall down, bump into tables, cry and hurt themselves.  This is a normal way of life and we just accept it. I once heard a pastor say that I think Christians should be locked up for the first two years.  It shocked me when I heard it.  It was obvious in the Bible that most of the people that embraced Christianity did their greatest works as babes.

One of the best ways that we learn is from our mistakes.  It's great when we can learn from other people's mistakes.  But that doesn't always happen.  I myself had joked several times that I could write a book just on my mistakes.

If the church is not ready to embrace the mess then there will be a greater mess.  Knowing the outcome and watching for it will ease the struggle.  Not allowing the prophetic into a church is like purposely preventing healing and restoration to God's people.  It's a wonderful sight to see a simple prophetic word given to a person completely restoring them.  It's the reason I continued in the prophetic.  I loved watching people be restored and continuing in their walk with God.  There are many brokenhearted people and most of them seem to be in the church.  How could anyone stop the healing just because it's messy?  Christianity itself is messy.

I was speaking in a small church on the prophetic and afterwards I was praying for the pastor who was lying on the floor at the time.  In addition, I could clearly see a building that they were praying for and I saw flames coming out of the roof.  I immediately assumed and so did he, this of course was the fire of God.  They then continued wholeheartedly to try to obtain the building and consequently declared it as the future church building.  One day we even marched around the property and claimed it for our own.  Time went on and it seemed like they had hit a brick wall in trying to get this property.  Of course it was a financial problem.

One day I was driving up the road to where the future church was going to be and the road was closed.  It was blocked by fire trucks.  They were busy trying to put out the building.  Giant flames licked the sky just like in my vision.

How could I have gotten it so wrong, or did I?  This whole situation got messy.  Diapers were overflowing everywhere including my own.  There were many hurt feelings, misunderstandings and just the general loss of the prophetic appetite.  Nobody wanted to hear another prophetic word.  We had enough.

I'm not even sure how we could have prevented this.  The vision I had was exactly right.  But our interpretation was clearly wrong.  We just wanted the fire of God to fall so that's what we interpreted it as.

When you're operating at an impression level the word has to be tested.  I don't think any of us tested it.  We heard what we wanted to hear.  Of course it's easy to see that now, but at the time...

Unfortunately, I have many of these stories.  I didn't give up though.  I got run out of a couple of towns and churches but I never gave up.

THE MIRACLE OF CREATION a trip to heaven from my book "Majesties of His Kingdom"

The Lord came to me saying, “Get ready. I want you to fast twenty-one days. Take Six days off then fast for three more. Then I will take you to heaven.”

I marked the day on my calendar and began my fast. When the Lord had told me that He was going to show me how He created things on earth. My imagination went wild. I imagined him waving his finger and all the molecules coming together to form some object. Little did I know that what God was about to show me would not only shock me but also change my life forever.

All day, I sensed a strong anointing and it excited me knowing this was the long awaited day. I went to bed that night eagerly awaiting my trip.

I was flying straight up through the air. I felt a familiar person beside me, like a friend I’ve known for years. He was holding me and carrying me as we flew. We approached a submarine shaped cloud that looked artificial. It was puffy on the bottom like cotton candy and flat on the top, with a hedge around the outside perimeter, hiding it. It was a secret place. As we flew over the hedge, I saw level ground on the other side and groups of people standing around talking to one another. It looked like a church social. Everyone seemed full of joy and oblivious that we just flew in. "I am in heaven!" I shouted!

As we approached, I saw a flat roofed house without a door. It looked like any earthly house. My escort ushered me into the house, through the main entrance and through the hall, into the main room.

Jesus was on one knee, talking to a young woman sitting in a chair. He was radiant. His long robe was just as I imagined, glowing white and full of majesty. His hair was long and flowing and was difficult to see from the intense light coming from him. I could feel the love He had for her and I felt ashamed that I even doubted his love for me.

The young woman looked about 20 years old and had that girl next-door look. She was wearing blue jeans and running shoes. Her top was a white blouse that was ordinary.

She was reading a poem to Jesus that she had written to him. She was articulate and had no fear as she expressed her love for him. It seemed odd to hear someone express such love openly in front of others. Jesus was helping her with her poem by lovingly suggesting new lines that fit better. At first, I thought this would offend her but instead it excited her about the changes that Jesus suggested and she showed it.

All this time, I studied Jesus. I was seeing him unveiled, in all his glory.

He stood up and started to walk towards me. My heart leaped inside. Finally, I am going to have a conversation with the King of Kings. He walked right up to me, looked me right in the eyes, and said, "This is the room where things are created. These people are here creating things" I looked around the room and I noticed that everyone was doing something artistic.

I wanted to talk to Jesus more than anything. I asked him “can we talk?” He looked me right in the eyes and said" No, we cannot" I heard a great moan in the distance. It was one of the most horrible sounds, I have ever heard. I saw the hurt and pain in Jesus’ eyes and I wanted to cry. I knew that something terrible had happened in the Great War.

He then said," I have to go but I will give you this angel to show you around and He will answer all your questions”. For some reason I did not feel rejected but I knew something very important had happened.

A man came up to me and started to show me around. I knew that this was the angel Jesus had spoken of and the one that had brought me here.

I looked around the room and I noticed several people sitting in chairs. One person had an electric guitar and was writing out a song and then playing it. Another young woman was making little crafts with her hands. She was making a little stained glass sun-catcher that you would hang in your window. I noticed it wasn't a cross or a dove or any religious shaped article. It was just something she had created. Some people were drawing pictures and they held no religious significance.

He took me down a hallway that was at the end of that common room. I noticed a door that was open on my right and I looked in. It was a bedroom. Trays filled with all kinds of crafts hung at the foot of the bed. Some were made of wood, some of stained glass and some were metal. Crafts covered the plain white wall. I knew that this room was the room of that young woman who was making crafts in the big room. The room looked like a normal bedroom. It had a single sized bed and a little night table.

As I went further down the hall to look in another room the door closed by itself, preventing me from seeing inside. It was something I was not permitted to see. I turned around behind me and walked over to a wooden display case with a glass cover. In the display case were all the best crafts and poems these people had made. I noticed above it an X-Ray machine on the wall, as you would see in a dental office. A hospital bed sat in the center and the room looked a little like a Doctors examining room. I thought it was strange seeing a dental x-ray in heaven. I walked back into the common room where all the people were.

I began to think about the incredible peace I was feeling and thought if it was possible for it to be like this on earth. As the people were walking around me, I began to realize that they were dead! I started to panic thinking that I was here forever not just a visit. Thoughts of my children flashed through my head. Things I needed to do still, made me want to return.

The angel was standing in front of me and his expression changed to unbelief. He spoke, “YOU WANT TO GO BACK!” I realized he could hear my thoughts, and with that, I suddenly shot back to earth.

I woke up in bed with the same anointing still with me.

The lord brought two scriptures to my mind, one “That I was fearfully and wonderfully made" and the second "Man gave names to all the animals".

As the morning rolled on the Lord began to speak to me and teach to me about what I saw. This is what He told me.

“When I created man in my image I also created him to create. The creative ability that man has is a gift given to man by me. When you create poems, stories woodworking crafts and many other things called hobbies you are glorifying me. The enemy has been feeding man a lie. You were told that you couldn’t make crafts or write or many other things unless that somehow led people to salvation. The enemy knew that God had built into man immunity to mental illness and depression through your God given creative ability. Many people had stopped dreaming because they felt that it was not Gods will, but God gave man these dreams and the potential to fulfill them. I could have easily given names to all the animals but instead I chose to let man do it”.

God let man create! For those of us that have children know how exciting it when one of our children creates something with their own hands. God created us to create and when we do, we glorify our creator.

I WILL SHAKE EVERY NATION!!” June 20/2003

Friday, June 20, 2003
I was in prayer yesterday (July27th and got almost the identical word from the Lord as this one from 2003)

Dreamed I saw a globe of the world on the floor of this shabby house. As I got close to, it began to shake violently at least four feet off the floor. At this, I thought it must be the enemy doing this, so I began to rebuke it. I tried to open my mouth but was unable and could not rebuke it. It shook even more violently! I saw a small baby, naked and lying on the floor, in its hand, a cutting blade that was sharp like a razor.

This is what the Lord said when I awoke. “I am going to shake this world. No amount of prayer or fasting will stop my hand. I will not relent until the cries of the unborn have stopped. Apathy has taken over my people. They worry about Harry Potter and start big campaigns while innocent children are murdered everyday in the hands of these wicked people. Who has ever seen such insanity! My hand is coming against these nations that practice these detestable things. I will shake every nation!!”

It prompted me to make this Anti_abortion video that almost got me booted off youtube for good. It got about 40thousand hits in two days! and an unbelievable amount of comments mostly protesting it.

Meeting Moses and Enoch 2002 From my book "The Majesties of His Kingdom"

In the summer of 2002, I had a visitation from the Lord. The father stood beside me. He seemed huge
somehow but I had no fear. I looked up and saw a cloud descending with Moses and Enoch on it. Moses was dressed in a white robe and was shorter than Enoch. Enoch seemed well over 6 feet tall.

Daddy spoke to me. “This is Moses. He was called to lead my people. He was not perfectly obedient to me and he received his allotted glory. This is Enoch he was my favorite. He didn’t care what man thought about him only what I thought. He accomplished nothing in the eyes of the world, but he was my favorite. He only cared about his relationship with me. He is my cherished son. I loved him so much that I would not allow him to taste death so I took him home in a chariot. I have called you to be an Enoch not a Moses. You are my Enoch. You are my son. Everything in me wanted to explode in cheers. I looked up at the Lord but could only see his side.

I awoke at that point. For weeks after that, I kept looking over my shoulder for some chariot from heaven to take me away. Frankly, I was nervous. I already had several dreams over the years of the Lord taking me away in a chariot.

I think too many people think "being called" means ministry.

THE ENCOURAGER from my book "The Prophetic Manual"

THE ENCOURAGER
I had been in prayer for some time, preparing to minister in a small church. Several people had asked to be part of my prophetic ministry team. I had so many requests; I could only take a few at a time. I was in a quandary about what to do in choosing, who would be best. I then asked God figuring He might know.

This is what He said. “Those who are natural encouragers would be the best choice”. It seemed obvious when He said it. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before. He then went on to say, “Take those photos that you have taken of your daughter and send them to all the people who have requested to be part of your team. Then wait to see who e-mails you back and encourages you in your photography.” I thought, that’s a great idea! I got up from my prayer time and scanned a few photos that I had taken previously. These photos were what I thought were the best from that selection. I took these photos in my studio with full lighting and a backdrop. Each pose was delightfully cute. I sent them out to everyone, which indicated that they wanted to go on a ministry excursion with me.

At least a month went by before I decided that it was enough time to wait. The results shocked me, leaving me with more questions than when I started.

I received only one! The funny thing was, it came from someone that I didn’t even send them to! I had sent them to a woman I knew that I worked with several times. Somehow, her husband had found the e-mail and sent the encouragement to me. He was ex-homicide detective. He had vehemently opposed his wife before on previous ministry trips. He had nothing to do with church or anything else prophetically. Nonetheless, after knowing this man for several years now I have always found him to be the most encouraging person I've ever met. He is a constant natural encourager and he always finds my interests that I do, or other peoples and encourages them. He is a great example of a natural encourager.

The prophetic word that comes from our mouth should be always encouraging. It’s reasonable to assume, that we should be taking on the persona of Christ and becoming encouragers in the natural as well. One, who encourages first in the natural, will prophesy with far more purity, than one who has a critical nature.

The first stage of prophetic gifting is to encourage the body. To lift them up and revive them with a word from the Lord is awesome to watch. Sometimes it’s like an instant healing. You will see the burdens fall to the ground as a great weight lifts off their sunken shoulders.

HEARING GODS VOICE from my book "HIS GRACE"

THE FLEECE
In the early years God spoke very loudly compared to now. Now I find myself praying for a couple of weeks two to three hours a day just to hear God’s voice for five minutes. In the early years I would be out somewhere and He would tell me to go home that He wants to talk to me. I would then sit down and He would speak clearly for forty minutes.

It was during this time that He taught me about natural signs and wonders and using them to validate His words. After this one episode of the Lord speaking to me for forty minutes I asked Him for a sign that we talked together that day. He asked me “What do you want?” I said “Whenever I've asked for a sign it never happened. How about, this time you give me the sign.” God replied, “Very well! In twelve days your friend... is going to meet some friends she hasn’t seen a long time and in five minutes of conversation with these people she will repent of all her sins”.

I marked the date on my calendar and proceeded to wait the twelve days. I went to church that evening and sat with her expecting this revelatory miracle. The evening went on and still there was no sign of any of her friends. I had lost hope knowing that church was now ending. About ten p.m. she spotted her friends and jumped up and ran to them. I watched her and her friends from my chair. After approximately five minutes of conversation she came back to me with tears in her eyes and told me that those were her friends from out West and that their testimony totally convicted her of her sins.

There it was, the sign I was waiting for. This then became the norm for me that whenever God would speak to me I would ask Him for some natural sign. On one occasion He told me to go outside at 12:05 a.m. and I would see a meteorite streak from the east to the west and this would be a sign to me that He talked to me that day. He used many natural occurrences like earthquakes, odd snowstorms, unusual news headlines and many other meetings with old acquaintances.

After a couple of years of this I felt that this was more an act of faithlessness than something that was necessary. Nonetheless it was clearly refining God’s voice to me. I no longer look for natural signs and wonders. I know God's voice more intimately than I have ever known and when He speaks I know it’s Him.