No Trace Left

After the banana cream parfait thing, and getting the generational stuff cleaned out, I started having bathroom dreams. I knew something more was coming out, but the grand finale was a short but violent "throwing up with diarrhea" dream that jolted me awake with an "Oh that's not going to be fun" response. Dreams with any kind of bathroom action in them whether it's showering, the bath, toilet, washing hands, it's all cleansing and getting rid of what shouldn't be there.

 Old issues started surfacing next. I became very aware that they were driving my behavior, and that I was not living healthy today because of what happened yesterday. One dream I had was nothing more than a review of my day, watching from a third person perspective. I watched something happen and how I overreacted to a small annoyance and then was taken back to what happened when I was younger that created a wound that caused my overreaction that day and many other days.

So this cause and present day effect went on for a couple weeks, and yeah, it was not fun.  I was crying everyday, at  inappropriate places and times like all day at work.  All this stuff was coming up and being relived and fresh and raw and open.  I had thought from the dream it would be more like ripping off a bandaid than picking at scabs.

What worked, was by a stroke of perfect timing, I got Jim Richard's "Change Your Heart, Change Your World" cd's in the mail.  I get a surprise goodie box once a month also, with the expectation that I will share all this stuff with others via our Friday night "Holy Spirit" meetings.  Everything came in the mail at once, maybe I had to feel good and terrible to be motivated to go through these resources.  I kept ripping open packages and going "Yay!  I need this!"  I'm still working through the books "Unbound" and "Finally Free", but I started listening to the cd's and knew that they were jiving perfectly with the way things were being revealed.  I actually went through these with family and it was helpful to talk about things that happened.  My perspective of what happened was not necessarily accurate.  Just one more way that the  truth can set you free.

So Jim is on Sid Roth now, so I don't have to explain how all this works.  Watch the video. Dr. Jim Richards - Sid Roth - It's Supernatural.  Here's a link to the prayer that is the crux of the whole thing.  Basically, whenever you have a negative emotion come up, you stop then and there (that means you keep it with you) and you go through it.  You do need to be very intentional about  every word you say, or it becomes just another religious exercise.  I added some things to it, it's fully customizable :)

After about two days of staying on this, and stopping numerous times a day to pull out the prayer, I was feeling pretty good.  My back and neck pain had left and I've known for years that there's no point in going to the chiropractor until I get my relationships sorted out.  And I was having less and less issues come up.  A day with no anger, no hurt, no insecurity.  It happened.

All the previous dreaming and crying had taken a tole though and I was worn out.  I came home from work, flopped down on my bed still in uniform and promptly went into visions.  The one that I remember was Jesus coming and and picking me up and carrying me into a raging fire.  First I was happy about it.  Then I thought, "This is probably gonna suck, but I trust Him."  I had the third person perspective again, watching from the bed as I saw my hair catch fire and then I disappeared into the flames.  Hair in dreams can represent our attitudes and mindsets.  Then I remembered what I added to that prayer.  "I ask you to come Lord, All Consuming Fire, and burn away any residue, any seeds, implantations or any fruit, that there would be no trace left of this feeling in my life.

Spring Cleaning and Banana Cream Parfaits

I haven't posted in a while, not because things haven't been happening, but because so much of what's happening hasn't been things I could talk about so publicly.

Spring cleaning seems to be on God's heart for me and many others I know, and it all started for me with this lovely little dream about taking care of the generational curses in the family. After that one, I had another revealing Freemasonry in my bloodline. Mom had a dream of being married to a 33rd degree Freemason. Dad was not a mason, I believe that since Mom is the matriarch of the family, it was revealing what we were in covenant with.

Once a week the entire extended family in the area gets together for Sunday night supper. I printed off this prayer of renunciations for descendants of Freemasons and we went through it as a family. It took a full glass of pop and about a half hour for me to get through it all, but afterward we all felt free and happy and there was that unmistakable fragrance of His Presence in the room.

Had a couple more Masonic dreams showing me where to go from there. Mom had a vision of Rick Santorum and Newt Gingrich chasing Mitt Romney. (Or it might have been that they were running behind him :) she said "chasing.") At the same time, she heard that we were supposed to renounce the Masonic declarations spoken over the nation. How those two things go together, I'll leave you to speculate.

We basically went through the generational prayer again, only instead of "our forefathers", it was "our founding fathers". Not going head to head against fortified spirits, just forgiving those involved and praying in the Light.

The following Sunday was my turn to cater Sunday Night Supper and I woke up that morning from a dream of a banana cream parfait in a mason jar. Not quite sure how to interpret that, but I liked the idea of celebrating that we've driven that spirit bananas, so I made parfaits and they were tasty!

Nilla wafers, banana cream pudding mix, bananas and whipped cream.

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The Wild Man

Today is the anniversary of the first time I saw Jesus.  This all started because two of my friends saw Him, and if they could see Him, then so could I (and therefore so can you).  I started letting Him know that I wanted to see Him, making myself available on a daily basis, and trying to see.  It wasn't working out so well.  I knew that it should be simple and that I was getting in my own way, but I didn't know how to try, but not try too hard.  I had been not trying for years and that hadn't got me anywhere.  Eventually my pestering and trying was starting to work.  I could see His form, or maybe His feet.  That was progress and no less His presence, but I kept on pushing for more.  Then I finally saw Him on the mountain.

First we need to back up as to what I was doing on the mountain.  Our town is situated around a mountain.  Town curves around the base and is bordered by two rivers.  It's geographically interesting. 

Anyway, several of us were having dreams and visions regarding this mountain, but we didn't quite have all the pieces together.  Then I woke up in the middle of the night and God spoke a very strange statement about Mt. Sinai.  I didn't understand so I said "What?"  He repeated Himself verbatim with no further explanation.  I heard but I didn't understand.  I wrote it down and went back to sleep.  Dropped it off at Mom's on the way to work, she didn't get it either.  She passed it to a friend who prayed and worked on it a couple hours.  He got a well-timed phone call from a guy he met at Bethel who said he had Googled Kooskia and that we have our own Mt Sinai.  "Ohhhhhhh!"

We had a meeting and decided maybe we oughta get up there and see what happens.  Three of us decide we're going up and we coordinated a time.  The day came and my friend had driven in from a town a few hours away to do the trek, and on her way in to town she noticed the sign "Welcome to Kooskia, Gateway to the Wilderness."  That didn't go over well with us as we did not want to get down from Mt Sinai and then go wander in the wilderness.  We got some bad advice as to how to best get up there, but we made it and we sat down on our trash bags in the wet grass and ate our lunch.

We had decided beforehand that we were going to pray over the town up there.  (We hadn't learned to just sit and wait, we had to be doing stuff.)  So we were praying for about an hour in tag team fashion when my friend hears that we're supposed to shut up and just receive.  Now I was having a tough time tuning in with other people around even more than I do now, so I was doing my best to block everything out, which for some reason entailed me having my hands over my eyes.  So I'm sitting on the ground and trying to hear, but instead I saw. 

I saw a form come around from behind us, (still have my hands over my eyes) and He stopped in front of me.  I knew exactly who it was and I didn't move a muscle.  I didn't want to screw anything up.  He crouched down in front of me, pryed my fingers away from my face and peered in at me.  Then I saw clearly.  All rational thinking ceased, I rocked forward and hugged Him.  Then I pulled back and just looked at Him some more.  It was Spirit to spirit communication, not even putting thoughts into words, just flowing understanding.  As long as I looked in His eyes, understanding could pass easily into me.  His eyes are not what you would think. They're amazing.  I'm not going to say too much because I want you to see for yourself and not think that I put something in your head.  I'll just say that He doesn't look like the pictures.  That was the day I fell totally totally in love with Him.  Not love in theory, or love out of obligation or love because of what I believe he did.  Love at first sight.

I noticed that in this setting He was very thin and looking a bit unkempt.  I had the impression that He had been up there fasting and interceding.  He was very happy we had came and it was like a burden had been lifted from Him.

I think everybody has their ideas about what they want to say to Jesus in a face to face, well don't bother because all that goes out the window in the moment.  I started communicating with words again because that's more familiar to me, not out loud, but forming words in my mind, like how you pray silently by "thinking at God."  I said "You look like a wild man."  He threw His head back and laughed "I am a wild man!  Wasn't that a wild party we had last night?"  He was referring to a particularly memorable meeting at Mom's the night before.

Afterwards I was kinda crying and my fellow hikers were looking at me and I knew if I kept it up I was going to have to explain.  Even though I was with safe people, I didn't tell anybody for awhile because I wanted to square away what just happened in my own mind before other people's opinions started complicating things.

Once I opened up to a couple people, they made me tell everybody.  It was brutal.  It seemed sort of heretical even, to see Jesus in that way.   Once I was prodded into telling a man that I had literally just shaken hands with twenty seconds before and didn't know at all, other than I had heard a lot about him and knew He was a prophet which made me all the more uncomfortable.  I really did not want to be put on the spot like that, I had come to hear him talk, not the other way around. But I sucked it up and got lost in the memory again.  He smiled at me with the second kindest eyes I have ever seen and said "You know that's scriptural right?  After Jesus' resurrection He appeared differently to several people."  Oh yeah!  So his reassurance really allowed me to own this vision and feel confident, and for weeks afterward all I could do is walk around thinking about how much He loves me and how much I love Him.  And now I can talk about it.  I'm not worried about what people think.  Most of them think it's really cool.  Some say I'm really blessed to have an experience like that.  I say it's for everybody.  The bible says if you seek Him with all your heart you will find Him, and the last couple years I've been finding out just how literally I can take the bible.

How Do You Get Down From Heaven?

 So there have been some questions regarding the Seated With Him in Heavenly Places blog entry, so I'm gonna talk about how that works and hopefully give you a hand up.  One of the questions I got asked was how you get out of there, which I'm finding pretty funny.  "Really?  That's what you're worried about?  Getting stuck in heaven?"  But I said I didn't really know how.  It's not like I whooshed down, or was escorted by angels or anything and I never whooshed up to begin with.  I was just there, which brings it all back around to Ephesians 2:6.  "For he raised us from the dead along with Christ and seated us with Him in the heavenly realms because we are united with Christ Jesus." (NLT)  That to me implies a dual citizenship.  We're here, but we're there too.  So if we're saved, our spirit is already up there.  When you wholeheartedly accept Jesus as your savior, you have permanent residence in heaven.  It's not a wait until you're dead kinda thing.  It's now.  Remember we are a trinity also, we are body, soul and spirit.  God is Father, Son and Holy Spirit.  We accept Jesus, the Holy Spirit comes down here with us, our spirit goes up there with Him.  Good deal huh?   In other words, Daddy probably held you while you cried too and you were oblivious.  So to answer the question "How do you get down from heaven?"  You don't.

So the real question is how do you become aware, and that's where your faith + Holy Spirit comes in.  This is very simple because everything in the kingdom of heaven is simple.  You set aside some quality time with God.  I have a much easier time being spiritually aware in the evenings so that's our time.  From the get-go, you need to pray something to the effect of pleading the blood of Jesus over your spiritual eyes, ears and imagination.  Ask to be cleansed of the defilement of the day and confess any known sins.  Then you just trust that whatever you get will be from God because you took care of your junk up front.  You need to do this each time because you want to be a clean vessel for God to work with.  Just in the course of a day you get dirty.  You'll see something on TV that's violent or you'll hear a dirty joke and that's as little as it takes.  I'm not saying you live a sinful life, it's no different than taking your daily shower. 

There was a time when I was soaking, and I had a vision that I knew was not from God and I said "Lord, what am I doing looking at that?"  Instantly Jesus appeared and I pulled my eyeballs out (this was all in the spirit of course) and I tossed 'em over.  He gave them the old spit-and-polish with His sleeve and tossed them back.  I caught them and stuck them back in my head and had no further problems.  At the time I was pretty amused and the being able to see with my eyeballs out of my head was not lost on me, but now scriptures are coming to mind as I write this.  "And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out: it is better for thee to enter into the kingdom of God with one eye, than having two eyes to be cast into hell fire:" (Mark 9:27) "And he took the blind man by the hand, and led him out of the town; and when he had spit on his eyes, and put his hands upon him, he asked him if he saw ought." (Mark 8:23)

So from there, you just imagine Jesus there with you, and at this point it's all you making it up.  That's ok, it's giving you something right to focus on so your brain is not running off track.  You just visualize Jesus.  Start talking to Him.  Some of us are not used to using our imaginations so you'll be able to see that you have to work at it and that's a good thing, because when the Holy Spirit takes over, you'll notice the difference and you'll know that you're not doing anything.  That's when it gets real. 

I found you guys a free download by Tyler Johnson, who explains all this better than I can, and at the end he prays for you and walks you into a vision.  The sound quality is awful, (probably why it's free) but about 5 minutes in, you'll be so enthralled you won't care.  Click here

Adventures in Prophetic Evangelism

(Preface:  I am new at this!)

I'm learning to use my senses in the spirit realm and some senses work better than others for me.  I see some, but don't always believe my eyes, I hear some, but I miss a lot, I can feel sometimes, mostly just Friday night meetings, but I can SMELL!  I have no trouble smelling in spirit realm or trusting my schnoz.  The nose knows man!  The biggest problem is always ruling out anything in the natural that I might be picking up on instead. 

So I have a customer at my work that whenever I go to her door, which is everyday, I get hit by this rose smell.  It's winter time, so that's odd, and it can be storming and blowing or whatever and the smell is even more pronounced.  Months of this go by and I'm just enjoying the roses when I get there and kinda wondering but not really pressing into finding out what this is all about.  I was kinda looking around for a reasonable explanation, looking for porch potpourii (hey, you never know what people do) and I hadn't found anything.  So last week I said "Ok, God, what's with the roses?"  And I had a vision of Jesus standing at her door with roses waiting for her to let Him in.  My first thought was "Oh no, He's been out there a long time!"  Well duh, she's probably in her 50's, but it's different when you think of Him killing time up in heaven, vs. standing out in wind and rain and snow and hail.

So now I have some responsibility here because I was shown.  And I have very little dealing with this lady because I just drop her stuff off and run.  Sometimes I see her on the street and we say hi.  I think she's a seer because she looks at me like seers look at me and I wonder what she's seeing.  I figure she's a new ager, which is good, cause they do not think you're nuts for having visions, so the easiest way will be for me to come right out and tell her that Jesus has been hanging around her door for awhile and she might wanna let Him in.   

So, I'm waiting for my opportunity.  A couple days go by, no opportunity.  I don't wanna just let this pass.  Then yesterday, she came down her driveway to talk to me.  I said "Hey, do you have something rose-scented by your door?"  She goes "What?" As if I am a crazy person, so I repeat the question.  She doesn't have any secret roses out there so I say, "Ok, then it was what I thought I saw then."  Oooo, she's hooked now!  She's leaning forward and asking me what it was!  So I explain the whole deal with my spiritual senses and the rose thing and then asking God what it was and then the vision and she is actually taking me seriously.  I get done telling and her eyes got really big and she starts to tell me what she saw!  She saw Jesus in a rainbow over her house.  So then we are acting like crazy people in the driveway yelling and hugging and jumping up and down.  So she's on Cloud 9 and I'm trying to figure out where I go from here.  I have a little better feel for where she's at.  She's cool with Jesus, but doesn't see Him as the one way, or realize her need for repentance.  So I think this will be a process and a to-be-continued story...