CALLED BY GOD to be a prophet. Knowing your calling -EJ Ouellette

After the church leadership has decided to embrace the prophetic it's important to follow the order Jesus set down. Because of this, the prophetic is often getting the blame when in fact it’s because the church hierarchy is out of order. 

Jesus himself is the head of the church. Jesus appointed apostles first, prophet's second, and teachers or pastors third.  Until this order is restored in the church there will be great confusion and conflict.  I have read many books on the prophetic, actually all that I could find.  All of them seem to address the issue of the prophetic as if the pastor is in charge of the church.  How can it be that we then ask someone who doesn't understand the prophetic, now govern it!  I'm assuming of course the pastor is not also a prophet.  An apostolic leader or an apostle fully understands the prophetic and often operates in it himself.  This is one of the reasons why Jesus appointed apostles first.  Apostles have to walk closest to the Lord.  They are the ones that lean on his breast to hear his words every day and to feel his passion.  They are the ones that are subject to great afflictions and dying to self.  They are the ones that are mostly persecuted.  It stands to reason that they are the closest to the Lord of any in the body.  The prophets of course are second.

 To be a prophet demands a close relationship with the Lord in being able to hear his voice daily.  It is a close-knit relationship where they are often taken into the heavenlies and shown great things.  Speaking from a prophetic point of view, their feet are more in heaven than on earth.  They need others around them to keep them grounded.

I had a vivid dream one night.  I had been asked to speak at a church.  The church was a small congregation of about 200 people in what appeared to be a traditional setting.  The pastor was up at the microphone and then invited me up to speak.  As I began to climb the three small stairs up on the platform he looked surprised at me and stopped me.  He pointed at the floor to a microphone on a stand.  He seemed arrogant and cocky and I felt embarrassed by him publicly berating me.  Nonetheless I got down to the microphone and was about to speak when I awoke.

The Lord showed me, that the prophetic was not accepted in the church and it has taken second place to the pastor speaking.  This church was out of order and this church represented most of the churches of today. I guess at this point I had unknowingly already accepted the current hierarchy in the church.  The Lord was making it clear through this dream that it was out of order.  The prophetic was like a second-class citizen in the church.

  Everyone tells me that the Old Testament prophets are different than the New Testament prophets.  I personally see no difference.  I often see the message is different but in fact the Prophet himself still has the same calling. They are the mouths of God.

Now the gift of prophecy is a gift given to us by the Holy Spirit.  Anybody with the Holy Spirit can then act in this gift.  This does not make them a prophet.  Just the same way as Balaam’s donkey is not a prophet because it prophesied.  Anybody with the gift of the Holy Spirit can act under the Holy Spirit in any capacity the Lord wants to give them.  Who are we to judge God and what He's doing?

The office of a prophet is a calling from the Lord himself.  No man can call you to be a prophet.  When God has called you to be a prophet He himself will show up or take you into the heavenlies to reveal your call to you.  Isaiah was called in to the heavenlies and God showed him what he was called to. 

When I was in my early 20s I had a prophet named Dick Mills come to me.  He prophesied to me that the Lord had given me a great power and in 28 days He Himself would come to me and show me.  I counted off the days and indeed Jesus did show up exactly on the 28th day.  He walked through my wall and handed me a scroll to eat.  When I ate it, it tasted like honey and it made me sick to my stomach later.  He touched me on my left ear, my mouth and my left hand.  I fell asleep and had seven dreams. The first five dreams showed me the coming years and certain important events.  The last two dreams showed me the judgments coming to the church in the last days.  He showed me clearly how I was called to this time.  I was called to the time of the judgments on the church.  So far the first five dreams have been fulfilled.  There are only two left. Jesus showed me clearly my calling.  Yes indeed I have run from my calling, but He keeps bringing me back.

  I've had numerous encounters with the Lord confirming my calling.  Even now I operate in the office of a prophet although many people around me don't recognize it.  I also operate under an apostolic anointing.  But I feel my primary goal right now is to operate in the office of a prophet.

Here is Isaiah’s calling.  He was already prophesying at the time.

^{ISA 6:1} In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted, and the train of his robe filled the temple. ² Above him were seraphs, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. ³ And they were calling to one another:

  "Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty;

    the whole earth is full of his glory."

^{ISA 6:4} At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke.

    ^{ISA 6:5} "Woe to me!" I cried. "I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty."

    ^{ISA 6:6} Then one of the seraphs flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which He had taken with tongs from the altar. ⁷ With it He touched my mouth and said, "See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for."

    ^{ISA 6:8} Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?"

    And I said, "Here am I. Send me!"

    ^{ISA 6:9} He said, "Go and tell this people:

This is the call of Jeremiah.

^{JER 1:4} The word of the LORD came to me, saying,

  ^{JER 1:5} "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,

    before you were born I set you apart;

    I appointed you as a prophet to the nations."

    ^{JER 1:6} "Ah, Sovereign LORD," I said, "I do not know how to speak; I am only a child."

    ^{JER 1:7} But the LORD said to me, "Do not say, `I am only a child.' You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you. ⁸ Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and will rescue you," declares the LORD.

    ^{JER 1:9} Then the LORD reached out his hand and touched my mouth and said to me, "Now, I have put my words in your mouth. ¹⁰ See, today I appoint you over nations and kingdoms to uproot and tear down, to destroy and overthrow, to build and to plant."

PROPHETIC LOOK AT 9/11 by Rabbi Jonathan Cahn

Time is running short for America. Rabbi Jonathan Cahn reveals that the same pattern for God's judgment on ancient Israel is being played out in America. The future for America should not be a mystery for God's people anymore! (Part 1)

This show starts to air September 19, followed by Part 2 on September 26. Want to learn more? See a feature story by Jonathan Cahn in this month's newletter here.

ART THOU ELIJAH -excerpt from a new book I'm writing on the ministry of Elijah. (rough draft)

ART THOU ELIJAH?

-EJ Ouellette

I was invited to minister at a home in on St Josephs Island in Sault St Marie Ontario in 2001. It was from a good friend that often would take me on a small tour ministering in several homes and Church’s in the area. It was beautiful two story home on lake Superior. At the end of my speaking that evening I was answering questions about the prophetic. Someone had asked a question about my ministry exposing sin and about Gods judgments. Although God had told me in the past not to talk about it I assumed I was not throwing my pearls to the swine and answered a few questions about my hidden ministry. After all these were mostly leadership and mature Christians.

I never thought much about what I said as I made my way back to Toronto which was about a 10 hour drive from there. A day or two had gone by since then and I received a phone call in the middle of the night. Bleary eyed I answered the call with fear and trepidation. I mean after, calls in the middle of the night are rarely good.

Well you guessed it! It was a Pastor from a Church in S.S. Marie Michigan. He sounded very upset and told me that he had gotten my number from a friend in Nova Scotia just moments before. It was about 2am if I recall. I was not quite awake yet as he poured out his heart to me over the phone. He kept asking me to forgive him but I couldn’t figure out what he had done. Slowly the house meeting scenario came back to me and I started to slump in my chair.

This is what he said sorrowfully.

When he got home from the meeting that night his wife openly mocked me to him. She thought I was some kind of lunatic thinking that God had called me to this kind of Ministry to the Church. She was immediately rendered a quadriplegic and he rushed her to the hospital in Michigan where Drs performed every test possible but could find no reason for her inability to move her arms and legs. They performed MRI’s and Cat scans but found no reason for her condition.

He was calling me from the Hospital with his wife by his side and very worried. He apologized to me and put her on the phone as well, she also apologized to me through tears. I hung up the phone with a sick feeling in my stomach. The next day he called me again saying. That in no time at all she had gained use of her limbs and walked out of the hospital. Doctors had no explanation for the paralysis.

THE HOLY MOUNTAIN from my book "His Grace"

The holy mountain by EJ Ouellette

Bodies lie strewn about like torn rag dolls. Everywhere I looked, Christians lay moaning, covered in blood. It was so dark I could barely see more than ten feet in front of me. I felt sick to my stomach. I felt as if I had stumbled on some heinous undiscovered crime. It seemed more like hell than any part of heaven I knew. When I walked by, they threw up their hands towards me to help. I just kept walking, ignoring their desperate pleas. I could feel the presence of the Lord to my left and rear and He steered me in the direction He wanted me to go.

I could hear the sound of someone praying in the darkness and began to look for the source. I came upon a young woman praying for another wounded person. The young woman seemed well and looked as if she was on some ministry team. As we came closer, I could hear her pray for this wounded soldier. When she finished, she turned towards the Lord and me and a curse came from her mouth. It embarrassed me for the Lord that He had to hear such a word, but He made no response. I could see that she was stuck at that level and was unable to go any farther up the holy mountain. She needed to repent and move on.

We walked further and started up a steep grade. Everywhere I looked, wounded Christians were moaning and calling for help, unable to stand.

We came on a man who was standing and he had his back towards us. As we approached, he began to turn around. I realized that it was someone I knew! I could clearly see three demons on his back. The first one popped up and said, “Hi, I am the fear of finances”. Just then the second popped up and said, “Hi, I am the fear of death”. Then the third popped up and said, “I am the fear of man”. They repulsed me and I wanted to run away. Jesus spoke to me in my left ear and said, “Tell this man, unless he repents of his sins, I am going to take him home. These demons are hurting my children through him and I won’t let them any longer”.

I awoke at this point in my pitch-black room and the hair was still standing up on the back of my neck. “How do I get myself into these situations?” I thought. “Here I am staying at this person’s house and now I had to give him this great prophecy!”

I asked the Lord for a confirmation. He immediately spoke and gave me a scripture it was Ezek. 3:18. It said, if you to warn someone and they don’t repent then it shall be on his head. However, if you don’t warn them, then his blood shall be on your head. Well that seemed clear! Problem was, I was leaving at five a.m. and would not be back for two weeks! Therefore, the only thing I could do was to leave him a note.

I got up, had a shower, wrote him a note, and left it on his breakfast table for him to find when he got up. The note read. “The Lord took me in a dream and told me unless you repent of your demons He is going to take you home. When I asked him for a confirmation, He gave me Ezek. 3:18.

Thanks for letting me stay over, talk to you when I get back, Joe”

Two weeks later, I returned home. I was a little nervous about meeting him. I went to church that night and of course, he was there. He ran right up to me and said, “Thanks for the word. I needed it”. It shocked me and his humility impressed me. He was a changed man!

Ezek. 3:18. It said, if you to warn someone and they don’t repent then it shall be on his head. However, if you don’t warn them, then his blood shall be on your head.

A SERVANTS HEART from my book "The Prophetic Manual"

I once prophesied to a man that God could not use him until he learned to serve others.  He didn't like the message. I came across him years later and I saw he was serving with all his might.

Moses was known as the most humble man on earth.  Yet no prophet to this day has ever possessed the signs and wonders that Moses had in his ministry.  Your humility is directly proportional to the gifting God has given you.  If you want more, then you must die to self more.  You must strike your own bargain with the Lord and come to some terms and payment.  Be careful what you ask for, for He will demand the payment first.  After it is paid in full then He will use you in the capacity you’ve asked Him.

I am still waiting for the things I have asked for. I do know from the moment I asked Him, the payments started.  I have gone through shipwreck after shipwreck, destruction after destruction while God kills every ounce of my flesh that offends Him.  The only way to make this easy is to let Him kill every part of you.  Fighting against Him will only lengthen the process.  The idea is to get through it as quickly as you can and let Him have his way.  He is looking for the gold that hides under your flesh and He knows how to get it.  You can either fall down on the rock or have the rock fall on you, the choice is yours.  One way hurts less. - EJ Ouellette

QUOTE FROM LEONARD RAVENHILL

“We’re so far removed from God’s way of doing things– we think a man is a good man if he can draw a crowd these days. Do you know what Finney did? Finney preached sometimes, and the whole congregation got up and walked out on him. That’s a good meeting! He sent them out horrified! 

    I only preach for two reasons these days: either to send people out that door blazing mad at me or blazing with the peace of the Holy Ghost! That’s all!” - Leonard Ravenhill.

When Jesus preached his first sermon they tried to throw him off a cliff.

Horses Vision 11-Sep-5 by EJ Ouellette

Horses Vision 11-Sep-5 by EJ Ouellette

In prayer this morning I distinctly heard the sound of horse hooves. I saw in the distance thousands of black Horses like a tidal wave sweeping across the country. Clouds of black dust billowed up from behind the stampede as they furiously galloped across the plains.

I heard the Lord say “ I’m coming against this great land that murder their children. Nothing shall be left standing.”

I saw the galloping horses crush buildings in their wake.
REV 6:5 When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand. 6 Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, “Two pounds[a] of wheat for a day’s wages,[b] and six pounds[c] of barley for a day’s wages,[d] and do not damage the oil and the wine!”

THE FORERUNNER SPIRIT by EJ Ouellette

The first time I heard about the forerunner spirit I got excited.  Somehow inside I felt called to that.  Little did I know that everyone was glorifying it including me. 

The forerunner spirit essentially is like John the Baptist.  And if I recall he lost his head over the deal.  Being a pioneer and forging through into new areas is a difficult task indeed.  The Lord gave me a dream once showing me that it's like trying to lift an old train off its tracks and put it on a new set of tracks. 

John the Baptist came at a time when sin was rampant everywhere.  Just like now.  The Pharisees of the day were part of the current corrupt church.  It was nothing more than big business, like many are now.  He came in a time that no one wanted to hear the truth but he gave it to them anyway.  Welcome to the prophetic.  We are in a time that no one wants to hear from us.  They only want to hear about good things, not judgment.  The forerunner spirit really is about repentance and the return of Christ.  Delivering negative prophecy is not an easy task.  Ask John, it cost him his life.  Many of the prophets of the Bible lost their lives trying to convince man to repent.  Many of the churches today glorify the prophetic person almost as a god on earth.  I've seen people swoon when the prophet comes in the door.  The Prophets waltz around in their silver suits, acting like you are so privileged to see them.  They drive their fancy cars and live in their wonderful houses, exploiting the sheep for everything they've got.  But then again, they're not really prophets.  Any prophet I have read about certainly didn't seem like them.  John the Baptist dressed in sackcloth if I recall.  I don't think sackcloth was a designer tunic back then.  I don't recall him having the latest tricked out camel or even a horse.  Jesus rode a borrowed donkey.  Ministry today is a far cry from what it should be.  Some are nothing more than big business, Giant tithing machines.

The forerunner spirit will be an army of prophets that are willing to die for their cause.  They cannot be compromised nor persuaded or bought for any price.  They have been tested in the fires and when only gold was left that's when God began to use them.  They will go forth and do the work of the Lord at any cost.  No two will be exactly alike.  Each will have his own cause and his own purpose and will follow the Lord wherever He leads them.    God will call them out from their wilderness experience and bring them into the world to do their work. 

I believe that the time is at hand.  I believe we are entering a new dimension in the church today.  It is now the time of the shedding away of the old and the birthing of the new.  Some people are calling this the Josiah generation.  This will be a time when the young people will be called forth to do the work.  Even children five and seven years old will be raising the dead.  They will be prophesying to leaders of this current administration.  Because of their innocence they have great potential in reaching the hearts of the unreachable.  Their purity will be their greatest asset.  The Lord himself will take their tongues and speak to this wicked generation.  There will be an army of young people operating in the full gifts of the Spirit.  They will not be compromised nor persuaded into wickedness.  These children do not have any agenda but will be on fire for the living God in a way this generation has never seen before.  Many adults will look from a distance but will not be allowed to enter in.  The Lord will take away their sickles and give them to the children, the faithful ones.

I had a dream that I was standing in the pulpit in a church.  The church was filled with every kind of people.  There were young people, middle-aged and older people.  But instead of a regular message I was teaching them to fly.  I began to lift up from the platform and told them “see how easy it is”. A few of the young people began to fly up from their seats.  Not one of the older people could fly.  A young girl was there and she was crying her eyes out.  She was saying “I can't do it, I can't do it” As I looked at her I could see her grandmother was holding her back in preventing her from flying.  I began to weep at this point and cried out to the Lord under my breath. It was clear that the previous generation is holding the young people back.

Flying is walking by faith.  No one in North America seems to know what this is about.  We are living in a time when the government is our provider.  Our families are our providers.  We do not understand what it's like to live by faith.  The Lord took me on long road for many years to teach me to live by faith.  Living by faith is flying like Peter Pan.  Children understand the concept far easier.  They can believe in things they don't see. The older people of our generation are more like doubting Thomases. They demand to see with their eyes.

Jesus said He is coming back to look for those with faith.  We live in a time where we don't need any faith.  We are entering into a new season in the church.  A great economic collapse is coming upon the whole world.  Those who walk by faith and trust in the Lord will be the survivors.  Those who understand these times will handle it far better.  Persecution is coming to the North American church.  It's something most North American Christians have never known.

DREAM of being taken captive by Russian troops Sept 1st-2011

Dream: Thursday, September 1, 2011 -by EJ Ouellette

Dreamt I was in the USA somewhere. Russian Troops took us captive. I was with someone else that I didn’t recognize. They were first just going to shoot us but instead decided to have fun with us. They brought us in to an abandoned building and searched our pockets. I didn’t want to die I thought to myself. They pulled from my pocket a small Christmas present that was wrapped with red paper. It read, from my sister Cathy. I realized it was near Christmas or after. They reached into my pocket and pulled out a Canadian $5 dollar bill and sorta sneered at it. The troops decided to put us in an empty building and were going to drop a bomb on us to kill us just for sport. They laughed to themselves but I was nearly crying. I regretted so much coming down to the US when I knew it was ripe for Judgment that would come without any notice.

            As usual it was an incredibly vivid dream and when I awoke I was sick to my stomach because it felt so real.

RIDERS ON THE PALE-HORSES DREAM by EJ Ouellette

The pale-horses by EJ Ouellette

I was standing in an exotic, finely finished horse barn. Freshly painted white wood adorned its interior. The floors were clean and well swept. A huge blond muscular horse trotted in through the door with its majestic rider.

I am not normally afraid of horses but this one scared me. I backed up against the wall in its stall and feared it might kick me. It snorted wildly and pranced back and forth acting as if he were still ready to run. The horse’s body was perfect. I looked at it from the top to bottom. It was an angelic horse! Several more horses came in interrupting my study and their riders dismounted. The riders were obviously angels and looked very similar.

I spoke to one of the riders “Never have I seen such perfect horses. Do you think I could ride one?” The rider dropped his head and looked down. He looked upset with my question and replied, “You cannot ride one of these”. I felt bad for what I asked and I never spoke again. I noticed that all the riders seemed depressed and hung their heads down. They were obviously not happy about their ride. They looked as if they had lost a battle.

I awoke at that point and pondered the vision. I remembered that pale horses meant death and that these horses must have been angelic horses with angelic riders.

Later that day reported on the news was a great earthquake in China and over thirty thousand people perished. I knew instantly, that it was the work of the twelve pale horses and riders. These were the judgments of God.

God took me down a road of discovery and began to show me what His hand was doing in the world. I was packing to go to Toronto while I was in Virginia and the Lord spoke to me. “Don’t leave yet for I am about to wreak havoc on Canada”. I decided to stay a couple of days longer. The next day a huge ice storm hit the eastern part of the country and immobilized it. The power had gone off for many days in the coldest part of the winter. I would have gone right through it!

Another time I was up in Toronto staying at a campground. The presence of the Lord filled my motor home and the Lord spoke to me. “Come outside I want to talk to you”. I obliged him. I had only taken a few steps when the power of God knocked me to the ground. I could not stand at all and was on my knees. Jesus spoke to me. “What do you think of My American people?” I began to weep when He said this because I knew what He meant. I didn’t answer. He went on to say, “I have blessed them above all other nations. I gave them everything they wanted. They just turned and worshipped the very things I gave them”. He then asked me, “What should I do?” I replied, “Lord, you know”. I meant of course, there was only one thing left and that was judgment.

He replied with anger in His voice, “Indeed I am going to do a great shaking. I am going to send a great storm against the coast”.

Within one day of this statement, a hurricane developed off the coast. A couple of days later it hit the Carolinas and caused great flooding and destruction.

I sent out some prophetic words right before Sept 11^th that Gods judgments were coming to the U.S. and that no amount of fasting and praying would stop His hand of Judgment. The Lord even came to me in a dream saying that it would escalate into war, but still no one listened. When Sept 11^th did hit, I was in the state of New York at the time, just as in one of my dreams about God’s Judgments.

It was clear the people were under a delusion. Thousands of children are murdered everyday right under our noses and we will do more to stop a children’s book from getting into our children’s hands than stop this insanity. Our hands are covered in blood.

Friday, June 20, 2003

I 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 it, 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!!”

GOD HEALS EVEN WHEN WE DONT HAVE ANY FAITH LEFT!

I was walking through a farmer’s field when I saw a very old pickup truck. It had dents and scrapes and flat tires and had been neglected for a long time. Someone from behind me told me to fix up the truck. My heart sank as I thought this is way too much of an undertaking for me. This was beyond my ability. For some reason, I decided to rebuke all that was wrong with the truck using the name of Jesus. I was full of doubt at the time and had absolutely no faith whatsoever but nonetheless I rebuked it anyway. Instantly the truck began to heal itself. Dents popped out by themselves, tires inflated even fresh paint began to form on the exterior. I was astonished how could this be I thought to myself! I woke at this point I thought this was just some strange dream.

I was over at a friend’s house in Virginia when the phone rang. Someone that I didn't know heard about me and wondered if I would pray for her. She came over almost immediately. She had Georgia license plates on her car. As she began to talk my heart sank. Her life was an incredible mess and I wondered how it was possible for God to be able to help somebody like this. She was a prophetess and had been out working the field on her own for a long time. She reminded me of “The bruised reed” in Isaiah. It was beyond my faith level.

As she spoke I felt I had nothing I could offer her.  At the end of our time together we prayed, I gave her my prophetic book, and I sent on her merry way. I was feeling kind of disappointed that there was nothing I could do for her.

The next day she called me, it was almost impossible to understand her speech. She was crying so continuously. She was almost incomprehensible. She said when she got to the third chapter of my book God just wonderfully healed her. I didn't understand exactly what she meant by that but God restored her when she was reading my book. It was then my eyes were opened to the fact that she was this truck. On the outside this truck seemed un-repairable or not worth it but God was able and more than willing. This story still ministers to me.

ELENIN DWARF STAR coming close to earth Sept 26th 2011

There has been growing scientific debate about Comet C/2010 X1 (Elenin) as it approaches the Earth, and its significance as it comes as close as 0.23 Astronomic Units -about one quarter the distance between the Earth and the sun – on October 16, 2011. At one end of the spectrum are NASA scientists claiming that Elenin is little more than a comet comprising icy space debris with negligible mass that will have little effect on the Earth. At the other end are some scientists and private researchers claiming that Elenin is a large planetary body, possibly a brown dwarf star, and its near approach will have calamitous effects.
Much of the evidence for Elenin being a large planetary body has been centered on conspiracy theories related to a government cover-up of an incoming brown dwarf star given the name Planet X. Rather than mere conjecture by conspiracy theorists, Planet X was first reported by the Washington Post and New York Times in two articles that appeared in 1983. ELENIN ...Read More Here.

HE HEARS OUR EVERY THOUGHT vision by EJ Ouellette From "HIS GRACE"

I had been given an opportunity to pray for some church leadership members at the opening of a local church. I had a few days to prepare for it and I began to fast and pray as usual. A couple of nights before the meeting I had two vivid dreams. I assumed they were about the meeting since the people in the dreams were unfamiliar to me.

I could hear what I believe to be the pastor of the church praying to God. I could hear all of his prayers. He was mocking me by saying “Let’s see if the great Kreskin can prophesy to me”. After, I looked over and saw three women sitting on a couch and I also heard all of their prayers going up to heaven. They were crying out honestly and felt abandoned by God. When I awoke I wrote down everything I heard. Usually in these prophecies the Lord helps me to remember everything Word for Word.

The second dream was a little bit different. I later found out it was for the pastor’s wife. It showed me clearly several years of her life before they got to this point. And some of it was not that good.

     

I saw that when the hard times came in her life she gave up on God. I saw a road sign in the dream that read Psalm 66. I could see the Lord was putting her on a new highway. When I woke up I wrote it all down. I stuffed them in envelopes and waited for that Sunday morning.

On the way to the church the pastor who was bringing me turned around and said, “Don't forget to give everything you’ve got to these people. Don’t hold anything back”. I slumped in my seat at that point. I wasn’t sure I wanted to the give these words publicly. In fact the reason I wrote them down was just to be able to hand them to him and skip out back Jack.

It was becoming more usual for me to have dreams where I could hear people’s thoughts. Mostly I kept them to myself.

When we arrived at the church it was packed. I was a little bit nervous about my delivery. The service went on and finally they called me up to pray. I opened the envelopes and read what I had written inside. I read the first one to the pastor’s wife and she immediately fainted and fell on the hard cement floor with a loud slapping sound. Numerous people rushed to her aid but for some reason I just couldn’t stop. I just continued with my reading knowing the tape recorder was picking up everything I was saying. I read the second letter and then prayed for all the people I called up.

    

Afterwards there was a luncheon and for some strange reason nobody would sit at the table with me. I tried to strike up conversations but they quickly turned away and looked down at the floor. It never occurred to me that people would be so uncomfortable knowing that God could give a prophet somebody’s thoughts.

THE BATTLES WE WILL HAVE WHEN WE SPEAK THE TRUTH

This sounded so much like my life I had to reprint it. We forget sometimes what happens when we speak the truth!   EJ 

PEOPLE HAVE BEEN ASKING ME FOR SOME TIME NOW WHERE HAVE I BEEN AND WHAT HAS HAPPENED, FOR THEY KNOW SOMETHING VERY EVIL MUST HAVE HAPPENED TO ME by John Johnston

After opening up the website United States Prophecy in late 2008, I did not realize what type of warfare I was going to be in for.  In September 2010 God was having me pray for my webmaster who was also my scribe.  The first attacks came against my webmaster and by attacking her, the powers of darkness would try to shut down the website.  I did not realize that it was an evil demonic Council of Six who was doing this.

In September 2010 my webmaster told me “I can’t take this any longer, you will have to find a new webmaster.” Devastated, crushed, and broken I felt like I had lost my best friend and I asked God what happened, and He said “Tomorrow go into the woods to a place I have prepared for you.” 

The following day I did what He said and there was a place prepared for me in a clearing in the woods with a part of a log to sit on.  There I cried out and asked the Lord, “What has happened? Why did this happen?”

Then Jesus said to me in a voice that indicated He was pleased, “Jack, welcome to the Garden of Gethsemane.”Then He said “What do you think it was like when I was on the earth, when I healed the lame, the blind, the lepers, the demon possessed, forgave the sins of many, and brought the gospel of the Kingdom to so many thousands of people? Remember that there was not a book big enough to contain all of the things I taught and all of the miracles that I performed. Yet these very people cried out, ‘crucify Him.’ How do you think I took that? Many that I thought were my true friends and followers turned against me.” (Isa 53:7-9)

After He said that, I was even more heartbroken and crushed.  After spending many hours in this place in the woods God gave me an open 3-D vision of the Council of Six.

I was allowed to sit in their chamber and listen to the strategy against United States Prophecy, my scribe, and myself. There were six very powerful demons standing around a very large polished granite table and in the center of the table was a black pentagram.  This chamber was very nice and well kept.

I saw the ringleader standing about 14 to 16 feet tall with the head of a goat and a dragon.  He had large wings.  The other five did not have wings, but they were also very large, about 8, 12, and 14 feet tall.  Some had the head of a fox; some had the head of a wolf. One had the head of a goat, the chest and arms of a man, and legs like that of a ram or goat. 

As I looked on and listened, the ringleader took his fist and slammed it into the top of the table and he said in a very loud voice “Have you shut down United States Prophecy?”  The other five yelled back and said “No, but we have separated Jack and his webmaster.”  Immediately upon that, out of the center of the table came black smoke and yellow, orange, and red fire along with Lilith the queen of the witches, the bride of Satan.  She demanded from the leader of the Council of Six “Have you destroyed United States Prophecy, Jack, and his webmaster?”  The reply from the ringleader of six was, “We have separated the two.”

She asked “How did you do it?”  The others replied “We sent people into her life that told lies, and we used lying spirits to provoke her to anger.” 

After listening to this conversation I was crushed and heartbroken.  Then God the Father showed me who the lying spirits were.  Immediately after that, Lilith disappeared out of the pentagram.  A few moments had elapsed and then the leader of the Council of Six screamed with a loud voice and slammed his fists down on the table and said to the other five members “Go kill them both! I want Jack and his webmaster dead.”  Right after he said that the other five members of the Council of Six screamed back and said “We will not do it!” and a great argument broke out with the Council of Six.

I asked God “Why did the five members refuse the ringleader in his request to kill us?”  The Lord spoke to me and said “Haven’t you read in the scriptures where it says in Paul’s writings that ‘you shall judge the angels’?”  For everything that the fallen angels do here on the earth, they will fall under severe judgment, so they are very careful in some of the things they do.  By no means are these fallen angels stupid.  They are very, very smart.  After God had showed me what I was up against I realized I had entered a whole new realm of spiritual warfare.

After this the Father said “You shall fast and pray for your webmaster like you have never prayed before.” Then He showed me how severe the attacks against her had become. Prior to this, I believe she had been protected from these kinds of attacks. For days after this I spent much time in the woods with the Lord praying and listening to the things that He was telling me.

That week, soon after being shown the Council of Six and what had happened, I was going up to 7-11 to get a cup of coffee and a five foot dragon came behind me and attacked me.  He drove his back leg talons into my thigh and kidneys and his front arms and talons were driven into my neck and shoulders and with his wings he started beating me with every type of evil thought that could come upon a man in just one minute. He drove me to the ground where I begged God for help. I could hear the witches, warlocks and black magicians laughing as I was being attacked. I could hear the devils gang spreading the news throughout the occult community that they had destroyed United States Prophecy. 

(Refer to 1 Chronicles 10:8-10 where the Philistines celebrated the defeat of Saul in the temple of Dagon.)

Then the attack lifted and I saw the beast leaving my body. He took off going back up into the sky looking for a place to rest.  I had black and blue marks on my back and legs where the talons locked on. That is when the Lord said to me that the time of the extortioner has come (Isa 16: 4), then God the Father said to read Isa 34:13-14.

In the original texts of the old bibles like the KJV and the Geneva, words like “dragon” and “dragons” are the true interpretation. You will find in the newer translations that these words now read as “jackals” and “serpents” and even “whales.”

DREAM ABOUT WAR AND FAMINE 2011-08-20

2011-08-20

Dream:

Dreamt I was with a band of marauders trying to find food. We were near some large lake or ocean. All the houses were flattened everywhere I looked. It looked as if a huge bomb destroyed them or a tornado or hurricane. Some groups of people had high-powered weapons and were shooting at us because they wanted the food. I felt as if I was in some war zone. I felt we were doomed. All I could think about was finding food I was so hungry. -Joe Ouellette

INCREASING YOUR ANOINTING from my book "The Prophetic Manual"

Once upon a time, a young man who lived in a mountain village had a great desire to find God.  He went to everyone he knew in the village and asked them “How can I find God” All the villagers turned him away.  They just shook their heads no.  He went to the church on the outside of town and knocked on the big wooden gate.  The gatekeeper asked him what he wanted.  He replied “I am looking for God do you know how can I find him”? The man inside the gate replied “I can't help you, but there is a man up on the mountain.  People say he knows God.  Why don't you ask him”? The young man again started on his lonely journey. He climbed a ragged brutal rock face on a cold hard mountain to reach the top of where the old man lived.  He came upon an old cabin with a column of smoke pouring from its humble chimney.  Climbing the broken stairs he approached the handmade wooden door, and knocked.  A latch was unlatched and the door creaked open.

     “Yes” cried the old man. A humble man of extremely short stature presented himself to the young man. “Can I help you”?  He growled in his old man voice.

     “A man in the village in the old church told me to come to you.  He told me you knew how to find God.” The young man spoke smoothly.  “I am trying to find God” he replied. “He said you know how to find him.”

     The old man looked up into his sincere eyes. Without speaking he started to walk towards the lake.

     The young man looking puzzled followed slowly behind him.

     The old man started towards the small lake that joined his property.  Into the water he began to walk and turned around and motioned the young man to follow.  And so he did.

     “I have already been baptized” cried the young man.

     Unconcerned, the old man continued to walk into the water up to his waist. A look of frustration came across the young mans face.

     “Come here” creaked the old man.

     The young man stepped closer and the old man put his hand on top of his head and pushed his head under the icy water.

     How silly was this, thought the young man?  This old man is crazy.  Despair filled his heart as he thought of returning without his answer.

     The desire to have air overwhelmed him and started to forcibly push up on the old man's hand.  He was met with certain resistance and could not force his head up.  His heart began to pound. Thoughts of his untimely demise went through his panicking mind.  Frantically he waved his hands to show the old man he is had enough.  The old man did not respond but held his head harder than ever before.  The boy’s need of oxygen was now apparent as he began to swing aimlessly at the old man to let him go.  Suddenly the old man released him and he pulled up his oxygen deprived head from the cold lake water gasping for air.

     “What the hell is wrong with you old man”? He panted “Could you not see that I was drowning”?

     The old man looked him squarely in the eyes and spoke “When you desire God as much as you desired air just then, you shall surely find Him”

     With that, the old man walked away and back to his cozy broken down cabin.

     The Lord told me to turn off the TV and the music.  I quickly obliged Him.  He then told me to fast two days per week.  After short time I increased to three days per week.  I did this for about a year and a half.  During this time God began to do two things in my life. 

     Number 1- He began to show me how wretched a man I really was.  I was convicted of things that I never thought possible.  This time of dying was crucial in moving forward in any kind of ministry. Psalms was my refuge.  Often I would spend weeks on Psalm 91. Sometimes I wouldn't go out for two weeks at a time. I was devastated by what the Lord had shown me about myself. 

When I look back, I think it was one of the greatest times of my life.  I learned that I was the greatest hindrance to myself. 

EVERY WORD and PROMISE was Fufilled-by David Wilkerson (2011).

EVERY WORD and PROMISE was FULFILLED

-by David Wilkerson (2011).

Joseph was in one of his darkest hours—lonely, downcast, about to give up his dreams, questioning his place in God. Suddenly, the call came from one of the king's guards: "Joseph! Get cleaned up— Pharaoh is calling for you!"

In that moment, I believe the Spirit of God came mightily upon Joseph and his heart leapt with excitement. He was about to understand what it was all about!

As Joseph shaved and trimmed his hair, he probably thought, "This is the beginning of what God promised me. Now I know I heard from him! The devil has not been in control and my life hasn't been wasted. God has been directing everything the entire time!"

In a matter of minutes, Joseph was standing before Pharaoh, listening to his dream. Joseph gave the interpretation of the coming famine and told Pharaoh he had to gather and store the nation's grain: "Someone must be in charge of the storehouses. You have to find a man who's full of wisdom to oversee it all" (see Genesis 4l).

Pharaoh looked around and then turned toward Joseph: "You! Joseph! I appoint you second ruler. Only I will have more power in the kingdom than you. You will oversee it all!"

How quickly things had changed! The day came when Joseph stood before his brothers and was able to say: "But as for you, ye thought evil against me; but God meant it unto good, to bring to pass, as it is this day, to save much people alive" (Genesis 50:20).

"God sent me before you to preserve you a posterity in the earth, and to save your lives by a great deliverance. So now it was not you that sent me hither, but God: and he hath made me a father to

Pharaoh, and lord of all his house, and a ruler throughout all the land of Egypt" (45:7-8).

Dear saint, very soon you're going to understand your present fiery trials. God is going to bring you into the promise he gave you and suddenly it's all going to make sense. You'll see that he has never forsaken you. He had to take you this way, for he has been training you, preparing you, teaching you to trust him for everything. He has planned a time for you to be used—and that time is just ahead!

JOSEPH's GREATEST TRIAL was THE WORD of GOD!

"He sent a man before them, even Joseph, who was sold for a servant . . . until the time that his word came: the word of the Lord tried him" (Psalm 105:17, 19). Joseph was tested and tried in many ways but his greatest trial was the word he had received!

Consider everything Joseph endured: At only seventeen, he was stripped down and cast into a pit to starve to death. His cold-hearted brothers laughed at his pleas for mercy and sold him to Ishmaelite traders who took him by caravan to an Egyptian slave market and sold him as a common slave.

Yet Joseph's greatest trial wasn't his rejection by his brothers or even the human indignity of being made into a slave or being cast into prison. No—what confused and tried Joseph’s spirit was the clear word he had heard from God!

God had revealed to Joseph through dreams that he would be given great authority that he would use for God's glory. His brothers would bow before him and he would be a great deliverer of many people.

I do not believe any of this was an ego trip for Joseph. His heart was so set on God that this word gave him a humble sense of destiny: "Lord, you have put your hand on me to have a part in your great, eternal plan.” Joseph was blessed just by knowing he would play an important role in bringing God's will to pass! But the circumstances in Joseph's life were just the opposite of what God had put in his heart. He was the servant—he had to bow! How could he believe that he would one day deliver multitudes when he was a slave himself? He must have thought, "This doesn't make sense. How could God be ordering my steps into prison, into oblivion? God said I was going to be blessed but he didn't tell me this was going to happen!"

For ten years Joseph faithfully served in Potiphar's house but in the end he was misjudged and lied about. His victory over temptation with Potiphar's wife only landed him in jail. During such times he must have pondered the awful questions: "Did I hear correctly? Did my pride invent these dreams? Could my brothers have been right? Maybe all these things are happening to me as discipline for some kind of selfish desire.”

Beloved, there have been times when God has shown me things he has wanted for me—ministry, service, usefulness—yet every circumstance was the very opposite of that word. At such times I thought, "Oh, God, this can't be you speaking; it must be my flesh,"

I was being tried by God's word to me but God has given us his promises and we can trust them, all of them!

LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND from my book "His Grace"

LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND

The streets were bare and dirty. The sun shone down like a hot brand. It looked more like a ghost town from some bad western. Wooden buildings lined the streets and were so close that there was no way out. A single set of railway tracks entered from one end of town and went off into the other. I heard a noise in the distance and something moving caught my eye. A streetcar or a train was approaching. As it drew closer I could see people inside and a driver at the window. It pulled up alongside me and the door popped open. Without thinking I just got on. The driver looked like death. I turned toward the rear. Only a handful of people were on board and I looked for a seat. I felt uneasy like I was sure I had just done something wrong. I looked back at the others behind me. They looked like zombies. Their eyes were sunken and dark. There was no joy in them. Their pale faces looked lifeless. My heart pounded as I looked out the window at the street below thinking I might jump out the window. Before I realized it, I had run to the front. I looked out the front window and saw the tracks ended just ahead and they went straight down into a void. “Let me off!” I cried to the driver. He hit the brakes without hesitation and opened the door. From behind me I heard someone say. “I didn’t know you could get off ”.

I found myself running through the dusty street looking for a way out but I couldn’t find any. Each building blocked my way as I ran from side to side. I decided to go through a building and ran and opened an unfriendly looking door.

The room was dark and it took time for my eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness. There was no rear door out and I decided to go back out the way I came. I turned, and I noticed that the door that I came in through no longer existed. It had somehow disappeared. I frantically scanned the room with my eyes hoping I had somehow made a mistake. I began to weep. Across the room in a darkened corner sat someone I knew. He was very casually dressed and seemed content with sitting there. I ran over and said to him, “How do you get out”? “You can’t”, he replied. I began to sob. He said, “It’s not that bad. We could fix it up a little.” He took out some roll of gold foil and got up on some old rickety chair. He motioned for me to help him so I got up on another chair. I just kept weeping. He seemed happy enough that he was here but I was definitely not. I stood on the chair and grabbed the foil to spread across the window. I looked out the window into the street and noticed it was not the same street I came in on. There were wonderfully dressed people everywhere. Beautiful white dresses adorned every woman. Men wore expensive well fitting suits. It looked more like an antique wedding party. Everyone was smiling and happy. No one was sad.

The streets seemed bright as the sun and it was difficult to make out the imagery. It reminded me of the vision I had when I was young. I noticed he was putting the foil the wrong way. The shiny nice side was out to the crowd instead of inside. I spoke to him “You have the wrong side out”. “No”, was his only reply.

My heart felt like it was breaking. I dropped the foil and fell to the floor and started sobbing. I was in outer darkness! I had missed the throne room. I had been disobedient. I was going to have to spend all of eternity in outer darkness. I looked out the window and saw into their faces. Their happiness was what I always desired and hoped for but now I would only ever see it from a distance, out of the Lord’s favor. My heart ached for what I saw but could not touch it.

I gathered my thoughts and slowly got up. My friend stood perplexed looking at me. What’s the big deal was written on his face. He was a nominal Christian. He had some kind of life changing experience at some point in his life and then just went back into the system without ever really changing. He was basically, most people I know.

I decided to march around this room for the rest of eternity worshipping God. Not for any reason of favor but just for my own sanity’s sake. When I sang, the most horrible worship I had ever heard came from my sorry lips. I was shocked. None- the-less I kept singing anyway.

Even old worship tunes from years gone by fell from my mouth. I kept marching around, ignoring my friend sitting in his old chair. Round and round I went singing, if that what you call it. The presence of the Lord was non-existent in this place.

As I turned again toward the window I noticed a faint outline of a door in the darkness. I thought how I could have missed this before. My heart leaped. I reached for the handle groping in the dark. I grabbed something that felt like cold steel. I pulled hard and the door began to pull open to the heavenly courtyard. The brightness of the light pierced my eyes and I squinted hard. Suddenly I was in slow motion and I began to sing a new song. It was as beautiful as any opera singer would sing. I began to leap like a gazelle bounding over to the slow moving happy people. The song I was singing was one I had never heard before. It was the ‘Song of Solomon’.

‘Have you seen my lover? I called, Have you seen my lover?

I went into the city streets; calling to everyone I could meet. Have you seen my lover? I called, Have you seen my lover?

I went into the city square, calling to all the people there. Have you seen my lover? I asked, have you seen my lover?

Tears of joy fell from my face. I had made it! I made it into the kingdom. I felt such love in that place, indescribable love.