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(AllscriptureAramaic;fromtheHolyBibleAncientEasternText)WordsofAffirmation:

CoatofArmsreadslikeacadence;likethePilgrimsProgress.ItisthethirdriverinEzekielfromtheankles,kneestothethighs;itisaninvitationnowforrelationshipforintimacy.ItistheunionofJustice(moral)theheadtoRighteousness(spiritual)thespiritman.Youcanbetotallymoralandbeworthlessforwemustnotonlybemoralbutspiritual.JusticeismorallyrightwithallmenandrighteousnessisrelationshipwithGod.

Isaiah33:5TheLordisexalted,forHedwellsonhigh;HewillfillZionwithjusticeandrighteousness(moralandspiritualrectitudeineveryareaandrelation)Onlythroughbeingspiritualwillwebecomeprofitable.

Youvegottobemorethanheadnowbutalsospiritual;justiceisthelineandrighteousnessistheplummet.Iwillmakejusticethemeasuringlineandrighteousnesstheplummet;andhailwillsweepawaytherefugeofliesandwaterswilloverwhelmthehidingplace(theshelter)Isaiah28:17

Justiceisparallelwhilerighteousnessisperpendicular,formingthecross.DaddyisthespiritworshipinbothtruthandspiritandHeissendingoutpeoplelikeRobintorevealtheneedofthespiritualinourlives;therelationshipisnowintimacy!BobJoneshttp://bobjones.orgWearelivingtowardtheendoftheChurchAgeandenteringthetimeoftransitionintotheMillennialKingdomofGod.Duringthistimeoftransition,theLordiscallingaparttoHimself,allthosewhohavebecomedissatisfiedwiththeirpresentspiritualexperience,anddesiretogofurtherincomingintoahigherlevelofrelationship,anddivineactivitywiththeLord.

TheApostlePaulsaid,"Brethren,Icountnotmyselftohaveapprehended:butthisonethingIdo,forgettingthosethingswhicharebehind,andreachingforthuntothosethingswhicharebefore,IpresstowardthemarkfortheprizeofthehighcallingofGodinChristJesus."Philippians3:13-14InorderforPaultodothis,hehadtohaveavisionofthegoaltowhichhedesiredtoattain.

Thisbook,"CoatofArms,"givenbyrevelationtoRobin,willhelptoopenbeforeyouamapthatwillguideyoutowardthis"goal,"andgiveyouboththeencouragementandthesenseofdirectionandpurpose,thatwillenableyoutoprogressfurtherupthemountain,intoallthatourLorddesiresforyouatthispresenttime.

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WITHINTHEWOMBTheAwakening:MycloseencounterwithJesusTheUnknownProphetChapter1-IntotheHollowChapter2-ThePitChapter3-ThePortalChapter4-LevelOne/TheDragonChapter5-LevelTwo/ThePrisonChapter6-LevelThree/TheCityChapter7-TheSwordChapter8-LevelFour/TheLionsDenChapter9-WelcometoHollywoodChapter10-LevelFive/TheRevolvingDoorChapter11-TheLivingStonesChapter12-LevelSix/TheLivingMartyrsChapter13-TheSevenHorsesChapter14-TheBellyoftheDragonChapter15-ReformationChapter16-TheKillingChapter17-TheSeventhLevelTheKingdomandtheEndTimeChurch

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HoldthecrosshighsoImayseeitthroughtheflames.Jesus,Jesus,Jesus!JoanofArc(1412-1431)

MyAwakening;WhoisthismanwecallJesus?HowoftenIhadfoundmyselfaskingthisquestionoverandoveragainuntilitfinallybecameareality;aquesttoreallyknowwhoJesusis.SotiredIhadbecomeoftheplaguingemotionsofreligiouscaptivitythatmypursuittoknowJesuspersonally,turnedintoaholyhunger;atotal

starvationtohavehimmadeknowninmylife.ThistotalabandonmenttomymanmadewaysofhabitualreligiouscustomsbeganinDecemberof1999afteradevastatingtragedystruckmylife.Likeanelectricalshocktotheheartsotoowasthiscalamity;awakeningmetothedarknessthatlaybeforemeandtothedarknessthatlaywithinmyveryownsoul.Thephonecallfrommymotherthatawokemeinthemiddleofthenight,catapultedmerightbackintomychildhood;likegoingthroughadarktunneloftimetowhenIwaselevenyearsoldandmyfatherhadcommittedsuicide.NowanotherhorrificdisasterhadreareditsuglyheadwithintherelicoftimeandIwishedtonolongerliveunlessJesustrulybecameknowntome.Andsobeganmyseeking,mytearingawayofallthatwasdeemedholytotherevealingofmyownself-righteousnessandmuchofwhatIhadbeentaughtasachildaboutGod;andontoapathunknownyetwithinreach.Myentireexistencelaybeforemelikeacanvaspaintedbydelicatehandsyetheavyanddrippingindarkcolors.Iwasthecanvas,thepaintandtheartistallentwinedtogetherbutverylost.Fearhadtakenovermylife;ithadenvelopedmelikeacoffinintheground,thefearofman,failureandthefearofexposure.IlaidinafetalpositionfordaysunabletodoanythingbutcryouttoGod;butIheardnothisvoice,onlythevoiceofpain.DaysturnedintoweeksofhoursuponhoursofjustlyingatthefeetofJesus;mythoughtsonlyofhisbeautifulfaceasmycheekslayuponhisfeet.WordsnotyetinhumanformbutfromthedepthsofmysoulcriedouttoJesus:IwillwaithereforyouohLorduntilyouvisitme,Iwillwaithereforeveruntilyoucome.Isaiah40:31becametomealiteraltranslationandsomethingbegantoshift.ButtheywhoWaitfortheLordshallrenewtheirstrength;theyshallgrowwingsasadove;theyshallrunandnotbeweary;andtheyshallwalkandnotfaint.Apeacebegantofillmysoul,arefreshmentunlike

anythingthatIhadeverexperiencedbeforebeganinvadingmybody;itwastheawesomepresenceofGod.IbegantohavevisionswhereIwastakenupintoheavenandshowntheloveofJesus.Visionsafterbreathtakingvisionsofhislovebegantooccupymyquiettime,momentsofseeingmybodystilllyinginafetalpositiononmybedwhilemyspiritwassoaringintheheavensabove.NotonlywasIdeliveredandhealedfromfear,sicknessanddeathbutIwasshowningreatdetailhisloveandintimacyforallhischildren,forallthenationsoftheworld.Andsobeganmyquest;myjourneyintonomansland;onterritorysoforeigntothemindthatthesoulmustlearntorestandallowherspirittotakehold.Inthesoulspursuitofherspiritmanamongthedarkwatersbelow,somethinggrandbeginstotranspire;theeverpresentandtangibleloveofJesusbeginstonourishthesoullikewatertothelipsofonefoundthirstyinthedesert.Sotooisthiswealthaswebecomeahabitationofhisdivinelove.Cometakeawalkwithmetotheotherside,intothedeeplayersofthesoulwherereligionisexposedbutnotforgotten.StepoutsidethetallwallsofmanwheretherhythmofyourownheartbeatsinunisonwithourCreator,likemusicawaitingitslyricssotooisyourdestiny.MyearnestdesireforyouasyoutravelwithmeintothedeepistoknowtheloveofJesus,tostirwithinyourownheartalongingtoknowourKingintimatelyandyourdestinyinhimfound.Whenonebeginstodigintotheverydepthsofthesoulthespiritmanresponds,andhetoobeginsacrythatechoswithinthewallslikedeepcallethuntothedeepastheyarereunitedintheloveoftheKing,hisbeautytobehold.Welcometothedeep!

Thevoiceofmybeloved!Behold,hecomesleapinguponthemountains,skippinguponthehills.Mybelovedislikeagazelleorayoungroe;behold,hestandsbehindourwall,helooksthroughthewindows,bendinghimselfoverthelattice.Mybelovedspokeandsaidtome,Riseup,mylove,mybeautifulone,andcomeaway.For,lo,thewinterispast,therainisoverandgone;Theflowersappearontheearth;thetimeofpruninghascome,andthevoiceoftheturtledoveisheardinourland;Thefigtreeputsforthitsgreenfigs,andthevineswithtendershootsgivefragrance.Arise,mybeloved,mybeautifulone,andcomeaway.SongofSolomon2:8-13

TheUnknownProphetBelowthemountainspeak,deeperthanherroots,echoesthefamiliarsounds,thevoiceofonecrying;theonewhoseeks.

Thesignaturethemeoftheonefoundintheravine,inthethicknessofthehollowistheroarofthedeep,themelodyofthevalley.Hiddenawayfromthoseabovethisvoiceisachingforthatwhichisnotseen,forthatwhichisnottouchedbyhumanhands.Thisvoicecannotbesilencedbymanswordsorevenbyhisownintentions,butratherishiddenaway,deprivedofnaturalsurroundingsandfedbythehandofGod.Intotheverydeeppartofonessoulgoestheprophet,intothedeepheartoftheearthhecrawls;leavingallthattastesoflifepreviouslyknown,behind.Thenupfromthedeep,themomentofconceptiontothephysicalawakeningofbirth,thewarriorappears.Icanseetheenemyseethingwithvenomoushatredfromhavingtoseewhatwasbeforealmostnon-existenttotheburstingforthofsuchlife,suchvitality,thatheknewhehadtocreatehavoc;theevilshrillofchaosattheverysoundoftheyoungwarriorscry.Butthatyoungcrycouldnotbehushedasitmadeitswaythroughoutthemountains,downintothevalleysanddeepintotheearth,causingsuchastirintheatmosphereforcenturiestocome.Icanhearthewindsechothroughoutthelandintotheheartsthatarebeingpreparedforthisnascence;thevictorybirthofthisnewbreedofwarrior.TheirnamescarvedinthebloodofJesusuponeveryman,womanandchild,greatorsmall,throughouttheearth.MakewayfortheUnknownProphet.Andagloriousmanthathadthemeasuringlineinhishandwentforth;hemeasuredathousandcubitsandbroughtmethroughthewater,anditwastotheankles.Ezekiel47:3

ChapterOneIntoTheHollowManyvisionshavepassedwhereIamtakenbytheSpiritoftheLordandbroughtintoavalley,thedesertandwilderness;evendeepintothesea.Butthisvalley,ohthisvalleyisthemostbeautifulvalleyIhaveeverencountered.Thewallsareofthedeepestgreenonecanonlydreamofencounteringsuchdepthincolorhereonearth.ThemosssothickIwantedtoreachoutandconsumeitlikechoicemeatasthethunderfromthewaterfallcreatedavolumeofsoundaroundme;IfeltasifIhadbeenvacuumedsealed.Thewaterwithitsglisteningeffectthenmadeitswaydownintoabrilliant,shiningpoolofliquidglass;liquiddiamonds.Atfirstjustthepuresimplethoughtofplacingmyfeetinthispoolofwaterwasenoughtosatisfymyquench;butnowIknewImusttasteofthepoolofwaterbeforeme.SuchlifeforcecamerushingthroughmeasIwadeduptomyankles;itsembracewastruth,thetruthofGod,hiswordinliquidformleavingmethirstyforsomuchmore.Italsobroughtforthfinalitytomuchselfinmyownlife;likelookingintoamirrorofmyownsoul.Thewallsofthisvalleywerecoveredingrapes,deep,richburgundygrapesexhalingforththebreathoftheirmaker,theirvinesreachingallthewaytothetopoftheravine.IcouldseesaintsdancingandworshipingtheLordwayuphighastheirfeetmovedinunison,smashingthegrapesthatcamefromthedeep.Winebegantopouroutoverthemountainslipanddownintothevalley,thepurestofwinesIhaveeverbeheld;thecolorofblood.Itthenmadeitswayintotherootsandintothevats,instantlyreadyforconsumption.

IhavehearditsaidthatliliesgrowinthevalleybutIhaveneverseenanyonearththatwhichtocomparewiththeliliesofthisvalley.TheywereofcolorsIcannotexpressinwords,alivewithdifferentpersonalitiesandevenmeaning.Theywereeverywhere,pokingtheirbeautifulfacesoutofthecracksandstreams,sheddingtheirbeautyandlightuponmypath.Ifeltnoneedtopicktheseliliesfortheybecameapartofme,theiressencetouchedsomethingdeepwithinmyspirit;impartingtomeaholyreverenceofthatwhichcomesfromourCreator.Iknewthattopickthemherewouldbetouprootthemfromtheirpositions.Ibegantofeelaconnectionwiththisvalleyandallthewaytothetopofthemountainabove;adivinemergerbeginningbetweenmysoulandspirit.Therewouldbenowinefromabovewithouttheascensionofthevinesinthedeepandnowinefrombelowwithouttheworshipwayuphigh;bringingforththebloodofJesusflowingoverthoseinthedeep,foralltotaste,foralltopartakein.DeeperintothevalleyIwentuntilIfelluponathicknessinthetreesandIknewIhadventuredintoanotherrealm;anothertime.Thetreesthemselveshadanancientqualityoflifeaboutthemunlikethevalley,whichwasrichwithanewnessofonesbeing.ThetreeswereofoldoriginandtheirrootsalthoughdeeplyembeddedbeneaththeearthIwasallowedtosetmyeyesupon.IbegantoreallyseeallthatwasplacedbeforemeandInearlyforgotaboutthehiddentreasure;neverajourneytakenwithourKingwithoutbringingforththatwhichisconcealed,butInearlypasseditbyforthebeauty.HowIlongedtojuststayhereandbaskinthewarmthofthesun,tobatheintheriverofjewelsbeforeme,butIknewthatIhadtofindtheburiedtreasureandthatIwasnotalone.

HewhodwellsintheprotectionofthemostHighshallabideundertheshadowoftheAlmighty.Psalms91:1

ChapterTwoThePitNosoonerhadIfeltthetangiblepresenceofGodinflamingmewithsomuchlove,thatIfeltasifIweregoingtomelt,thenIfoundmyselfbeingpickedupandslammeddownhardbytheveryrootsofatreeandintoadeep,darkpit.AtfirstIwasinsomuchshockfromhavingpartedsoviolentlyfrommyMaker,theloverofmysoul,thatIhadnodesiretoknowwhereIwas;forIknewwhereIwasnt.NolongerwasmysoulsurroundedinthebeautyofthevalleyinthegloryoftheLordspresencebutinsteadenclosedintotaldarkness,sothick,Icouldtasteitsstench.IntotaldarknessanddespairIreachedforthatwhichIhadformerlytasted;theformerbeautyandtheformergloryoftheLordspresence.ButIknewthatinordertoseehisgreatergloryIhadtofind,Ihadtotasteofthatwhichwashiddensodeep.IalsoknewhowaccustomedIhadbecometothevalleythatuponseeingthispitofdarknessplacedsoeverpresentbeforeme,Ibecameterrified.SofrightenedwasIofitsexistence,thatIchosetowalkaroundthisblackholeinsteadofmydestinytoclimbdeeperthanwhatwasvisibletomynaturaleyes.AndsotheLordinhisperfectwisdomandmightycounselthrewmeintothispitofdarknessandsomyjourneybegan.Ibegantofeelaroundtoseeiftherewasperhapsawindoworanythingthatwouldshedlightintothisdarkhole,buttheonlyobjecttoreachback

atmewasagaindarkness.Otheblacknessofonessouldoescrywhensurroundedbythethicknessofdeath.IbegantoponderonallthepromisesintheWordofGodandalsothosehehadgiventomepersonally,andIknewIwasnotalone.NolongercouldIseetheFatherwithmyeyesorhearhimwithmyears,yetIknewthathewaswithme.IknewthathewasinmeandnomatterhowlongItarriedhereinthedark,inHeIdidtrust.OthesimplenameofJesushowsweetthesound,eventhedarknessthatsurroundscannotresisttheNameofSalvationasIexhaled,Yeshua,Yeshua,Yeshua!IbegantocryouttotheFatherbutnotfordeliveranceforIknewthatImustbehere,Ibegantocryouttohimforhelp.CouragebegantopourintomybeingstraightfromtheheartoftheKingandIcouldfeelthebloodoftheLambrunningthroughmyveins.IknewthroughhimandonlythroughtheKingcouldIseekthatwhichwashiddenheresodeep.Hislightthenbegantoovercomethedarknessandmybellybecameariver,amoving,gushing,mightyriverashisholyvengeancebegantoexpoundinsideofme.Ibecamehislivingtorch,hisfirebreathing,zoetictorchasmywomblitupasifIhadswallowedahighvoltagelamp.Thesubstanceoflightthensurmountsthedarknesswithinwhenoursoulgraspsforthatwhichisconcealed.

AfterthesethingsIlookedandbehold,adoorwasopeninheaven;andthefirstvoicewhichIheardwaslikeatrumpettalkingwithme,whichsaid,ComeuphereandIwillshowyouthingswhichmustcometopass.Revelation4:1

ChapterThreeThePortalIbegantolookaroundatmysurroundingsnolongerhiddenfrommysightandIcouldseeagate,ablackgate,veryoldandancient.Abovethisgateanduponthewall,carvedoutinwhatlookedlikehumanbloodwerethewords:TheSevenLevelsoftheDeepEverythingandanythinginmethatwasofthefleshfoughthardagainstenteringbeyondthisgate,butIalsoknewthatIwasbroughtherebytheSpiritoftheLordbeneaththetreesrootsandthatImustventurebeyondthispassageway.AsIreachedoutmyhandtoopenthegateitbecamealivewithancienttalkandancientgreedandshesobadlywantedtotouchthatwhichbelongedtotheKing.HislightonceagainbegantoburnwithinmeandIfeltmybloodbegintoboilasIbecametotallyembraced;sealedinaprotectivecoveringofliquidglass.However,thisglassdidnotconstrictme,Iwasfreetomoveaboutforittoowasmovable,breathable,itwashisbloodbutcolorless.Iwasthenreleasedtogothroughthegatebutthegatecouldnottouchme.

Uponthewall,writteninancientdesignreadthewords:LevelOne.Thestairsinfrontofmedescendingintotheunknownappearedtobecarvedoutofbone,humanboneandInolongerfeltthecourageIoncehadfeltbefore.IhadnodesiretoplacemyfeetuponthatwhichIwasmadeofandallIcouldthinkaboutwasrunningbackfromwhereIhadcome.IknewwhatIwasabouttobeshownwassuchaprivilegeandagiftfromtheLord,butnotjustformyself.WhatIwasabouttoenterwerelevelsthatwouldunlockmanymysteriesforsaintsallovertheworld,toprepareusforthenextmoveofGodandtheendtimedays.IalsoknewthatmyfleshwouldbeexposedonalevelIhadnevertastedbefore,howterror-strickenIhadbecome.AllofasuddenIbegantohearthefamiliar,softvoiceoftheFatherforthefirsttimeinaverylongtimeasitechoedwithinthestairwell.Deepmychild,deep.Deepiswheremytreasurelies,buriedbeneaththesandsoftimeanddeepiswhereyourdestinycanbefound.FearnolongergrippedmysoulandIagainwasfilledwiththestrengthandcourageoftheMasterhimselfandIknewtoWhomIbelonged.AsImademywaydownthestairs,Icouldfeelthestepsbecomingapartofme,asiftheseancientbonesfromthepastwerecryingouttomejusttobetouchedagainbyhumanform.Ibegantorealizethatthestairswerenotmadefromtheenemy,butmadefromthesaintswhosebloodandtearsmadethewaymuchsmoother,notonlyformyselfbutforthemanyothersthathaveandwouldtravelthisway.AsIpeeredevencloseruponthestairsIcouldseethenamesofthesaintsimbeddeddeepwithinthebone.Ibegantorunmyfingersovertheirnamesjusttofeelapieceoftheirexistence,andthestairsbecameivory,smooth,milkyivoryenmeshingmyspiritwiththeirs.Icouldseeallthesaintsinheaventhathadtraveledthisunknownpathandtheywerewaitingforittobetraveledonagain.

IsawJoanofArcstandingtallwithherarmorinherhands.Unlikethepicturesofherarmordepictedinhistorybooks,itwasholyarmor,thecolorofthedeepestandpurestformofgold.Ibegantocryouttoher,myspiritleapingwithjoybutthenameescapingfrommylipswasJohannes.StandingbesideJoan,wastheApostleJohnandtheywereeachholdingtheirarmortogether,onearmor,asharedarmor.Thesharingofthearmorwastheirmantlescombined;adoublemantle,theunityspokenaboutinJohn17:21ofIinHimandHeinus.Sothattheyallmaybeone;justasthou,myFather,artwithme,andIwiththee,thattheyalsomaybeonewithus;sothattheworldmaybelievethatthoudidstsendme.SuchbeautyintheunityofthemaleandfemaleinChristJesus,sidebysideasone;thesoulwithherspiritmanasone.HavingnoformerknowledgeofthenameJohannes,IlaterlearnedthatJohnistheEnglishformofJohannes.JoanistheEnglishformofJohanne,anoldFrenchfeminineformofJohannes,bothnamesmean:Yahwehisgracious.Theirnamescomingfromthesameoriginandmeaningwasthedivineconnectionofbloodlinesneededtofightthebattleahead.Theybothknewthemeaningofdyingtoonesownflesh,evenuntotheirownphysicaldeath.Theenlightenmentofthismomentbroughtforthsuchadeepspiritofrevelationwithinmeofthedivineconnectionsthatwerebeginningupontheearth.Themantlesthatarecomingaretheseunionsofbloodlinesandtheywillbegiventotheirrightfulowners;thenewhiddenbreedofwarriors.ThesemightywarriorshavebeenbrokenbeforetheLord,trainedoneononebytheMasterhimselfastheychoosetodiedailytoself.Theywillbetheonestobreakthroughthedarknessthatiscomingupontheearth,fortheywillwalkinsuchanawesomeawarenessofwhatlieswithinthem;theMakerandCreatoristheirbreath.

Deepwithinmyspiritanancientcallingcouldbeheard,Unity,Unity,Unity!AsthelastcallresoundedinmyspiritIbegantomeltintothestairsthemselves.NolongerwasIstandingonstairsofivorybutinheavenwiththeApostleJohnandJoanofArc.OfalltheyearsIhavespentatthefeetofourLordandtheplaceshehastakenme,neverhadIdreamedthatIwouldhavesuchadivineencounterasthis.Iwasalsoawarethatthiswasnotameetingtogounrecognizedandunsharedasarushofpureholyfearbegantoushermeforward.TheApostleJohnandJoanstandingtogetherheldoutabook;oneofgreatageandwealth;allIhadtodowastoreachoutmyhandsandreceiveit.YetIknewwhatitwouldbring.IcouldfeelitinmyspirittherevelationthatwasbeingofferedandwithitadeathIhadnevertastedbefore.IwouldneverreturntotheformerorderoflifeasIhadknownit;itwasthebookofRevelation.Thereceivingofthisbookwasalsotheimpartationoftheirarmor,theirmantles.IslowlyreachedoutjusttotouchthebookwhensuddenlyIenteredaportalleadingtotheIslandofPatmos.AsIwasrushedthroughthisportalallIcouldhearwereangelssinging,Holy!Holy!Holy!HolyistheLordGodAlmighty,HolyisHisName!Theambienceofsingingmadeitswayinthrougheveryfiberofmybeing;Icouldfeelmysoulbeingrippedoutfromitsformerpositionandbeingconjoinedwithmyspirit.Again,aunityandthejoiningtogetherofGodsperfect,divineorderandtruth.Thisancientrevelationfromdeepwithinthewombbroughtsuchanawakeningandheartacheofmyowntrueattire.Myapparel;oneofmuchprideandself-adoration,causedthearmortobecomeinstantlyheavysothatIcouldnolongercarryit.Howeasypridehadslippedintomyheartuponseeingthemantlesbeforeme.Apridesosubtle,soverydeceitful,thatIhadnotseenitslitheritswayintomy

soul.Ihadgreetedthearmorwithaneagernessofself,insteadofhumility.HolySpiritswhispercameasgentleasthehumilityhewastryingtoshowme.OwnershipofthatwhichIgiveyouwillmakeonesarmorheavyinpride,butasyoulearntoreleasebacktomeallthatIgiveyou,itisthenwhenitbecomeslight.Iwasnowdressedinacloak,adeepburgundycloak,thecolorofthegrapesIhadseeninthevalley.Itsaromawasofthewinethatiscoming;thewinefromthevatsoftheKinganditsfabricwasascrushedvelvet,ascrushedgrapes.Thehoodwasthenplacedovermyheadasacoveringashishumblenessinvadedmyspirit;andmyeyeswereopenedtothebeautyIwassurroundedin.StandingbeforemewasagatheringofangelsunlikeanyIhadeverseenbefore;theywereancient,usheredupfromthedeep,awaitingtheirrelease.Theyweredressedinwhite,one-piecegarmentsadornedingoldarmor,eachcarryingasword.Althoughseparate,theyappearedasone.TheirswordswerenotatallwhatIwouldhavepicturedbutveryplainandmadefromunpolishedwood,andthebladelookedlikeanoldrustynail,butuponthehandlewritteninbloodwasthenameAncientDestiny.Justthen,oneoftheangelscameforthandgreetedmewithsuchcomradeshipthatIfeltasifIhadknownthisangelforever.Ihavebeenassignedtoyou;IamtheangelofAncientDestinyasarealltheothersbeforeyou,wehavebeenwaitingheretobereleased;WearewhofedtheApostleJohn.Theangelthenthrusthisswordintomybelly!InotonlyfeltdeathrattlingmybonesbutIcouldalsotasteitsputridholduponmylifeastheswordheldmeup.

Icannotbereleasedtoyou,norcanyouhandlethisswordwithouttherealizationofonestrueselfandthetruthandknowledgeofonessoulgrippedbyflesh.ItisonlybytheFatherandthroughtheFatherandhethroughyoucanwebereleased.Withtheswordstillthrustdeepwithinmybellydidanotherangelappear,thisoneappearedmuchlargeranddressedinasapphirebluegarmentwithabeltoffirearoundhiswaist.Hisgarmentwasalive;aliving,breathingjewelofsapphireandhisbeltwasaflameoffire.IknewthatIwasnottobowtotheseangelsbuttheholyreverencethatwaswashingthroughmecausedmyeyestoturnawayinfear.Thisangelthenreachedhishanddeepwithinmybelly,pushingtheswordevendeeperwithinmeuntilIcouldnolongerseeitandhepulledoutajewel,alargeambercoloredgemandplaceditinmyhands.IamtheangelofWisdomandRevelation,togetherasone.WearebeingreleasedalongwiththeangelofAncientDestiny,foryoucannothaveonewithouttheotheroryouwoulddie.IwasalreadyfeelingasifIwasatdeathsdoor.ThepainandrealizationofmyownselfbroughtsuchdeathandbitternessuponmylipsthatalthoughavisionIthoughtIhadphysicallydied.Atthis,theangeldisappearedandtheangelofAncientDestinythensteppedbackawaitinghisrelease.HereIstoodwiththisbeautifulsparklingjewelthatheldmuchwisdomandrevelationandyetIstillfeltsofullofpridewhenholdingit.Thispridebegantoswellevenlargerthanthejeweluntilitwastotallyconsumedbyself.NolongercouldIseethispreciousjewelforselfhadcompletelycoveredthegift!TherevelationofonesselffloodedmysoulinsuchrealityandforcethatInolongerwishedtoliveasIhadlivedbefore.AgainIhadfailedmyKing,myBeloved,aspearlsfedtoswinesohadItomyflesh.

TheFathershandgentlyresteduponmyfaceasamotherwouldtoherchildinpainandhebegantowipeawaymytears.TheFathersheartthenexposedashetooweptbesidemeconsumingallmypain.IcouldseehowbrokenhisheartwasformeasittoohadbeenfortheApostlePeter.ItoowasPeterandtherevelationofmyrejectionwasmorethanIcouldbear.Ohmydaughter,mypreciousone,thistestwasgiventoyoubecauseofthelovethatIhaveforyouandallmychildrensothatyouwillbepreparedforthecomingdays.Asamothermustallowherchildtofallinthetrainingtowalk,somustIallowyoutofall.Youwillnotbeabletoleadthoseoutofdeceptionifyouhavenottastedofthatwhichtheyarein.Itisadeeptrainingtohearmyvoiceandtohearitthroughothersaswell,andtotrustinmewithallyourheart,leannottoyourownunderstanding.Thisisagreattimeofaccelerationtohearmyvoiceandtohearitquickly,fortheenemycomesdressedinmanycolors.ThisiswhyIcreatedbothmaleandfemale,tobejoinedtogetheratonesside.ThisunionbetweenthemaleandfemalemantlesisalsotheunionofhusbandandwifeandtheunionofthebodyofChrist,thebridegroomwithhisbride;mykingdombeingestablishedwithin.Itisdivineorderandwilltakemuchgroundbackthattheenemyhasstolenfrommypeople.IwasnowstandingwiththemantlestillweighingheavilyuponmyshoulderswhentheFathersvoiceagainwhisperedinmyear.Manymantlesawaittheirrelease,thoseofJohn,Joanandmanyothers.Asyoubegintoimpartthemantleyouhavebeengivenuntothoseyouwillbeentrustedwith,thismantlewillthenbecomemuchlighter.Again,theangelofWisdomandRevelationappearedandthrusthishanddeepwithinmybelly,thistimecausingsuchpainthatInolongerfeltalivebutratherdeathconsumedmyflesh.AllIkeptthinkingis,howmanytimescanIdieandstillliveagain?

HolySpiritsvoicecameagain,thistimeinahush,aholywhisper:TodietothefleshistoliveforChrist.Thesmellofancientsoilpermeatedtheairastheangelpulledouttheambercoloredjewelandplaceditgentlyinmyhandsanddisappeared.ThistimetheFathersvoicebecamehurriedinsidemeandIknewIwastoswallowthegiftthatIhadreceived,tokeepitsafewithin.NosoonerhadIconsumedthejewelthandiddeeprevelationbegintostirwithinmybelly,likeavolcanoreadytoeruptIknewthatIhadswallowedbothoftheangels.AholyreverencebegantoconsumemeasfirewouldconsumemerestubbleandIfelltomykneesinholyfearoftheKing;forthedepositofancientwealththatnowlayinmybellyandmycommissioningtokeepitsafe.Asoftrainbegantofallcleansingmeofallthepainandresidueofthepast,andbeforemelieagainthebookofRevelationandIknewIwastoeatit.Asthebooktouchedmylipsitbegantomeltandpourintomelikesweet,thickhoney,purehoneyfromtheThroneroomofGod.Itbecameveryfamiliarasitmadeitswayintomybellyforthetasteofbitternessbegantofillmymouth,atasteIknewsowell.ThebitternessbegantoworkitswayupfrommybellyandintomymouthandIbegantogaspforairasIpulledoutfromthedeep,theswordthathadbeenthrustinbefore.Nolongerwasthebladerustyandcrudelyconstructed,butofveryfinepolishedsilverandthehandlesmooth,polishedwood.Theperfectpictureofthecross.Ancientcarvingswereetcheddeepwithinthehandle,butsomehowIknewIwasnottoknowtheirmeaning;atleastnotyet.Uponmywaistwasabrilliantdarkleatherbeltdeepaswine,almostblack,thesamecolorasmycloak,thebloodofthesaints,awaitingthearrivalofthesword.Alongsilverchainlayhangingfrommybeltadornedwithmanykeys,

ancientsilverkeysandIwasnowclothedinfullarmor,bothfrontandback.Iwillgiveyouthekeysofthekingdomofheaven;andwhateveryoubindonearthshallbeboundinheaven,andwhateveryoulooseonearthshallbeloosedinheaven.Matthew16:19JustthentheFatherappearedasashadowaslargeastheexpanseoftheheavens,washingmeinsideandout,untilIwascompletelycoveredinthesamehoodedcloakthatIhadbeengivenbefore.ItsdisappearanceIhadnotnoticedbutithaddepartedwhenpridetookover.Itnotonlycoveredtheshimmeringeffectofthearmorbutitalsomadethearmorfeelverylight,likeaprotectivecoveringovermyheart.InowfelttheFathermakinghisabodeinme,makingmefeelsosafe,evenfrommyself.IwasnowhiddenwithintheKing.Allofsudden,Iwasbeingusheredbackthroughtheportalandstandingagainuponthestairsofivoryandthenbackhomeagaininmylivingroom.IbegantoponderonallthatIhadreceivedasanoverwhelmingsenseofpeacefilledmysoul.ItwouldbemanymonthsinthenaturalbeforeIagainfoundmyselfonthestairsofIvory;IknewbythegraceofGodonlycouldInowentertheSevenLevelsoftheDeep.Iamabrothertodragons,andacompaniontoowls.Job30:29(KJV)

ChapterFour;Level1TheDragonBeforemestoodthemostpowerfulofallserpentsIhaveever

encountered,agiantdragonfromthedeep.Hewassevenfeetlongandthreefeetwide,butinthespirithewastallerthanthehighestbuildingandhecoveredmuchgroundfiercelyandquickly.Thenumberofhislengthandwidthmarkedhisworldlycontrolincounterfeitformthathebothbeingthenumberseven(spiritualperfection)plusthree(trinity;divineperfection)totalingten(ordinalperfection).TheApostleJohnandJoanofArcbothencounteredthisbeastaswellasthousandsofotherprecioussaints.Hewasthereligiousspiritstillreigninginmanyheartsandchurchesacrossthenations,nowinfullviewofhistrueappearance.IknewthatifIhadventureddownintohisterritorywithoutlegalauthorityIwouldbeeatenalive,forthedragonsvengeanceandhisdesirewastokill,robanddestroy.ButtheSpiritoftheLordbroughtmehereandtheserpentknewit,hecouldnottouchme.Likeabeastondisplaytheserpentdidglare,proudofwhomhewasandwhathepossessed,andalsowhathewishedtoposses.Evenhislookshestruttedpowerfullyinfullviewformetosee.Iwouldhavethoughtthecoloroftheserpentsbodytohavebeenblackbutinsteaditwasmulticolored.Atfirstglanceonemightthinkthecolorstobebeautifulbutuponcloserinspectiontheybecamepsychedelic,almostblindingfromtheireffect.Ohowthedeceivercomesbearinggiftsofdeceitandblindness,thisawarenesswasthetestthatIhadjustpreviouslyencounteredandfailed.Therewerealsomarkingsalongthebacksideofthissnake,carvedoutsignaturesofthosewhohadtriedtofightthisbeastontheirownadmonition;andtheirprideinmakingtheirnameknownwastotheirdeath.IknewIwasnottotouchthisbeast;IwastoonlyobserveandtowritedowninmyspiritallthatIwasbeingshown.Hehadfiveheadseachrepresentinghiscontroloverourfivesensesofsight,sound,taste,touchandsmell;theirnamescarveddeepintotheserpentsbelly.Thiswasaveryeffectivetooltheenemyusedtoprey

uponhismanyvictims.Thefirstheadwasthecolorofgreen,limegreenandhisnamewasGreedandhisfaceboretheresemblance,ashisfangsoozedoutdefecation.Icouldfeelthepowerofthisgreedeventhroughtheprotectiveglass.ItsintoxicatingpowerseemedtolingerintheairwhereIfoundmyselfverysleepyandunabletostand.Adarknessthencameuponme,adarknesslikedeathitselfandIknewthatImustagainstandtomyfeetandfacethiscreature.Thisgreedcameintheformofpower,positionandauthority,maskingmanyinfinancialblissandgloryandinhibitingthepowerofChristtoworkwithinthemandalsofromeverobtainingtheirtruedestinyinlife.IcouldfeeltheprayersbeingoffereduptoheavenonmybehalfastheFathersstrengthbegantooccupymysoul;nolongermywaybuthis,andIstood.ThesecondheadwasthecolorofputridyellowandhisnamewasLustandhetooboretheresemblanceoflustashisforkedtonguehisseditseviltune.Icouldfeelitscorruptandperversevenombegintocovermanysaints,thosewhowerelostandeventhosewhoknewtheLord.Thislustwasoffereduponabedofliesofsweettalkandmanipulationtothefeedingofonesownflesh,keepingmanysaintsfromeverreallyhearingtheWord.Icouldseemanysaintsallovertheworld,someinveryhighpositionsofauthorityinthechurch,hoursandhoursadayspentreadingthebiblebutitdidntpenetratetheirspiritsbutacontinuousfeedingtotheflesh;adoingofworksinsteadofSpiritscalling.ThethirdheadwasthecoloroffleshlypinkandhisnamewasPride.Hetooboretheresemblanceofprideashisheaddartedbackandforth,inaweofwherehecamefromandinaweofhisownflesh.ThisserpentfedoffofthesaintswhowereinneedofmanswordsandliesandthehearingoftheirownvoiceandwhattheyhadaccomplishedinChrist;theybecamesofullofselfthattheynolongerboreanyresemblancetotheFather.

ThefourthheadwasstonecoldbrownandhisnamewasAddictionandhealsoboretheresemblanceofhisname.Itsheadandtonguedartedboldlyatme,wishingtostickitsfangsdeepintomyflesh.Hecamebearinggiftsofinstanthighsandgratificationallbasedonfeeling,keepingmanysaintshighuponthemountaininsteadofeverventuringintothedeep.ThisperversedrunkennessbothspirituallyandinthenaturalwillkeepmanysaintsboundtomaninsteadofthedivineintimacyinJesus.Thefifthheadwasthecolorofblack,slimyblackandhisnamewasDeathandDisease.Hetooboretheresemblanceofhisnameashisfangsshotoutthedeadlypoison;evenhiseyeswereoozingvenom.ThisserpenthasbeenblindingmanynowandinthecomingdayswithafocusuponearthscircumstancesinsteadofontheLord.Maskedwellindoomandgloomofthatwhichweseeinthenaturalbuthavealreadybeensetfreeinthespiritual.Thesewerethefiveheadsofthereligiousspirit,Legalism,opinion,debate,judgmentandcriticismallkeepingmanyboundinchainsofdestructioninsteadoffreedomintheLord.Theserpenthadthreetails,eachwithalong,blackstingerinwhichtoinjectanumbingsensationintoeachvictim,renderingthemdesensitizedtotheevilbeingshotintothem.Onestingerintothemind,onestingerintothebodyandoneintothesoul;buttheirspirithecouldnottouch,althoughheldinbondagefromthesting.Icouldseehowthelackofselfconfrontationwaswhattheenemywasusingtokeepmanyfromeverventuringintothelevelofthedenialofself.Hisploywastokeepusforeverwrappedinselfinsteadofseeingonestrueattire.IcouldfeeltheheatofmyswordbrushupagainstmysideandhowbadlyIwantedtoreachdownandgrabit,towielditintheNameoftheLord.ButtheFathersvoiceIcouldhearcalling,beckoningmetokeepmoving,tokeepmyeyesandearsopentohiscall.IbegantofeelsuchgriefanddevastationinmyspiritwhenIthoughtofallwhowerebeing

poisonedbythisevilserpent,evenI.Iamhewholives,andwasdead;and,behold,Iamaliveforevermore,Amen.AndIhavethekeysofdeathandofSheol.Revelation1:18

ChapterFive;Level2ThePrisonIwasthenushereddowntothesecondlevelandbeforemewasaprisoncellfullofrottingflesh;thosewhohaddiedspirituallyinbondage.Icouldseesomewhowerestillbreathingbuttheycouldonlylielikedeathamongthestenchofhopelessnessanddespair.Theireyeshadthelookofadeercaughtinheadlights.Iwantedtocryouttothemthatthekeywasinthelock,alltheyhadtodowastoreachtheirhandsoutsidethebarstobesetfree.Buttheblindnessoftheenemykeptthemfromeverseeingthekeyandheldthemallinslavery.Isawaverysmallopeningfrominsidetheprisonwall,asifsomeonehadbeenworkinghardatbreakingthroughbuthadgivenup.NowasmallstreamoflightcamepiercingthroughthisholeandIknewthatImustsomehowenter.Againmysoulresistedthismovement;thisquickeninginmyspiritandfearbegantooverwhelmme.Thesamehopelessnessanddespairthatplaguedthoseincaptivitybegantofloodovermelikearagingriver.MybreathseemedtobepushedsofardowninsidemethatallIwantedtodowastorun,togobackfromwhereIhadcomefrom.AsIbegantostareintothehopelesseyesoftheprisoners,IcouldseemyownsoulstaringbackatmeinfearandIknewIwastokeepdigging;tosurrenderalltotheLordandpushforwardintofreedom.Suddenly,adeep,soberingfeeling,thatofweakness,begantoarise

withinmeandIpushedmyfleshaside.IbegantocryouttotheFatherthatIdidnothavetheboldnessIoncethoughtIhad;Ibegantobesoveryrealwithhimandthensomethingbegantoshift.ThisawakeninginsidemewasSpirithimselfbeingallowedtomovethroughmorefreelyupontherecognitionofmysoulsweaknessalone.Avessel,scarred,marredandrendereduselessuntilbrokenintomanypieces;discardedandsetaside.WhothenariseslikethedawnandawakensthenightbutourgloriousMaker,ourdivineCreator.Heeversogentlypicksupalltherejectedpieces,allthejaggededges,andbeginstorebuildandpolishanewwhatbeforewascastaway.Asitbeginstotakeshapeitisbutanewsculpture,nolongerlookingatallliketheoldpieceofhardenedclay;butfullofpower,brillianceandshine.WearethenhisfinishedworkwiththesealoftheMasterPotterandnotofman.Icouldhearthefive-headeddragonabovemehissingwithvengeance,hishissingcamelikealoudviolingonemad.Alittletasteofhowthoseinprisonwerefeeling,Itoohadwantedtogiveup,tojustliedownanddie.ThisawarenessofmyfrailtyseemedtosoftenthedeadweightofselfthatIhadbeencarrying,toknowthatIhadnostrengthofmyown,butonlythroughtheFatherwouldIbeabletogoanyfurtherintothedeep.Whatfreedomisinourweakness,forgreaterisHethatisinusthanhethatisintheworld.1John4:4TheprisonbarsbehindmebegantocreakwithsoundsofachinganddespairasIwascaughtupinitsownershipandtakenintoanotherroom;intothedungeonofdespair.Throughthethickdarknesscameafaintcryuntilthecrybecameasobanditslicedopenapieceofmysoul,acutsodeepIcouldsmellitsfoulnesscomingfrommyownbreath.TheFathersvoicecameinawhispertocontinueto,breathe,breatheinmydaughterandexhale;giveavoicetothepainandletoutitsstench!Distantmemoriesonceforgottennowresurfaced;itwaslikeopeningupaphotoalbumoftimethatIhadburiedlongagorightalongwiththepain.

Pagebypagethewoundwasfelt,itburnedthroughmysoulinfireanditquicklywentaway.Thevoicecryinginthedarkhadnowmergedwithmyownlamentationastogetherweunitedlikelonglostlovenotestogetherasone.Shewasanoctavehigherasafusiontranspiredthatgavesoundtoourpain;anexpressiontotheviolation,avoicetotherape.JoanofArcemergedthroughtherubble,shearosefromthisdenoftorture,sorrowandshameaswerenounceditsholdandweembracedinsong;amantlewaspassedmarkingthisadayofvictoryforallonthispath.AlthoughJoanhadalreadybeensetfreelongagoherdestinywasawaitingitsreleasethroughtheprisonwalls,thechurchandmanyhearts,withdivinepurposetowhomitwouldreach.Thiswasadayofreckoningasthebarsofthisprisonletoutitslastcomplaintandtheycompletelydisappeared,leavingbehindafreedomonlyknowntothoseinslavery.StandingonceagainbeforethewallofstoneIbeganinvengeanceandinthepoweroftheKingtobreakthroughtothelightwheretheredidlayyetanothergateburiedwithin.Manyattemptshadbeenmadetobreakthisarchaicclasp,butanancientlockrequiresancientkeysasIsearchedfortherightfulowner;owhatliberationfoundinthehiddenwoundsofthedeep.Ihadbeengivensevenkeysonmyringsoitdidnttakelongtofindtheperfectmatch,andittoouponunlockingthepassage,disappeared.IcouldhearthethumpingofthedragonstailandtheevilshrillofhishissingaboveandIknewIwasontherighttrack.TheholewasjustlargeenoughformetocrawlthroughasIturnedaroundtoseeifthesaintswerefollowing,butthewallcloseduplikeabook,foreversealed.Peeringmuchcloser,Icouldseefinelinesofpuregoldrunninglikeveinswithinthewall,likesolidgoldmesh.TheFathersvoicebegantoresonatelikethunderinmyearsandIcouldhearangelssingingsongsoffreedomandvictory.Thecaptiveshavebeensetfree!Thiscellwillneveragainbeusedtoholdmaninbondage;theywho

wereonceinchainswillnowbeusedmightilytoloosemanynowbeingheldinslavery.ThewordoftheLordbegantorunthroughmyveinslikehotoil,NowtheLordisthatverySpirit;andwheretheSpiritoftheLordis,thereisliberty.2Corinthians3:17Thiswastriumphinitspurestform,toknowthattheseprecioussaintshadbeendeliveredfromtheenemysdungeon;hisbedoflies.Ialsoknewthereweremanymorehiddenjewelstodeliverandmyjourneywasjustbeginning.AsIenteredtheholeIfoundmyselfinatunnel,awet,slimy,stickytunnelandthestenchwasburningmyeyes.NolongerwasthelightvisibleandIfoundmyselfbarelyabletobreathethroughthesmell,butthiswasnowtheonlywayout.ThefurtherIcrawled,thedeeperIwent,thegroundbeneathmebegantochange;fromwhatbeforewasdeemedrepulsivetoasubstancesmoothlikeglass.Ibegantohearsuchlifeforcecomingfrombelowlikethesoundofwavescrashinguponashore,asoothingvibrationthatalmostinducedmetosleep.ThensuddenlyfromwithinthefaithfulmoaningofthewavesIcouldhearadistantcry,sodesperatewasthisweepingthatitcaughtmysoulupinitspain.Itwasaninvitationthatonereceivesfromwithinthedepthoftheirsoultotravelevenbeyondtheirownperceptionofsurrender,tothatoftotalabandonment.Themomentmysoulabsorbedthistruthmyspiritaroseamongtheblackness;aspiritualawarenessofthatwhichIwasclothedinyetapardontocontinuemypursuitintotheunknown.Thisawakeningwaslikeakeythatunlockedmyvisiontomysurroundingsandtheglassfloorbeneathmelituplikeajewel,agreenemeraldjewel.Withinthedarkenednightarisesagemthatcannotbefoundinthelight,

itisonlywithintheblacknessofonessoulthatourvisionisilluminatedtobeholdthetruth.Ibegantorunmyhandsalongthefoundationofthisjewelasmyeyesencountereditswealth.ThroughthebrilliantshineofthistreasureIcouldseeanancientburialgroundfilledwithmanygoldvaultsandtheApostleJohninvitingmein.SomehowIknewIwaslyinguponthestoneofthisgreatApostle,theemeraldofhissoulandhissacrificeofself,suchlife.Thiswasadivineinvitationtoreceivefromthehiddenreservoirbelow.ThenJohnspokethroughtheemerald,hespokefromwithin.Thejewelbegantosoftenwitheverywordthatcameforth,untilIwascompletelycoveredinitswealthandIfoundmyselfstandingaloneinthecrypt.Manyvaultscoveredthewalls,shiningingoldandlookingasiftheyhadneverbeentouched,notarnishtobehold.Fearbegantogripmyhearttothegiftsthatlaybeforemeandtowhatpricemustonepaytoreceivethem?IhavesaidmanytimesinthepastthatIwouldgladlydiefortheKing,whenthetimecameIwouldwelcomeitsembrace.Butnowtoseedeathbeforemewithopenarms,Ifelltothegroundinmyweakness;inmydespairofmyheartopenbare.OFatherIcried,pleaseforgivemebutIamtooweakinmyfleshtogoon.Iamnotstrongenoughforthetaskathand,toretrievethehiddenmannaforalltobehold,pleaseFatherforgiveme,Iamdone.Icouldhearthethumpingofthedragonstrailinperfectagreementandhisvileaccusationscomestormingin.OhyesdaughteroftheKing,youaremuchtoopowerlessandfullofsin,whodoyouthinkyouarefooling?Youmustgivethistasktosomeonemoreworthyforyouarefartoofeebletogoon!NeverbeforewouldIhavethoughtthatIwouldbeinboldagreementwiththeenemybuthereIwaslyingonthefloorinsuchweaknessanddespair.Mydaughter,Ihaveneveraskedofyouthisstrengththatyouthinkyou

mustcarry,Ionlyaskofyouyourwillingnesstoseeyourweakness;forthenIamtrulymadestrong.Irequireinyouandinallmychildrentobecontinuouslyundoneinmypresence,justasyouarenow.Butyouseeitasbeingfinishedwiththetaskathand;Iseeitasjustthebeginning.AgainandagainthetrueintentofmyheartisrevealedwhereIdeemmyselftoofrail.TheFatherslovemademanifestthroughthisexposureofonessoul,ishisgracetoseeusthrough;theunveilinghasbegun.Thewallabovethevaultsseemedtocomealiveinarhythmicbreathing,inandout,withdeepinscriptionsimbeddedinitsflesh.Theywerecavemanlikefigureswithlong,wildhairallindifferentwarlikeposes.Onefigurewasholdingaseveredheadinonehandandaknifemadefromstoneintheother.Anotherdrawingcametolifeofasticklikefigurestandingoveranotherwithspearinhand,readytopiercehisopponent.TheycoveredthewallswiththeirfiercesuggestionsthatIwasnottouncoverthehiddentreasure.Fearwasnotanoptionhere,forIalreadyknewitwasnotIthatwasunlockingthemystery,buttheFatherinmeasIslowlyopenedthefirstvault.AtfirstIthoughtthetombtobeemptyasonlydarknessstaredback.Butuponcloserinspectiondidapouchappearasifoutofnowhere,acamelcolored,leatherpouchfilledwithsolidgoldcoins.Engravedononesideofthecoinwasatreeandabovethistreewerethewords,TreeofCaius.Ontheothersidewasanengravingofanostrichatopanestfullofcrushedeggs.Thoughtsofdeathbegantoplaguemymind,thoughtsofsuicide,murderandlust.Icouldfeelthecold,hardbiteofthedragonsstingerpenetrateallmysenses;thestingofdeathwasatmydoor.AllIcouldthinkofwashowtogetoutofthislevel,toescapeevenfromthisvision.IcouldbarelycryouttotheFatherforhelpasmyheadreeledinthumpingvibrationsofpain.ThewordCaius(pronouncedkeys)begantoreciteinmyspiritlikeagentlebreezeandIcouldfeelmyselfswayinginthewind,asifIwereatreeandmyarmsthebranches.Themorethewindblew,themoreIwas

liftedupfromthedeepmireofrebukesandontoadwellingofpeace.Icouldnowseemyselffromafar,anduponmyshoulderswasalargebackpacklabeledcondemnationasmorewordslikeslimecontinuedtofillitupquickly.ThemorethewordsfilledthepacktheheavieritbecameuntilIcouldnolongermove.Toseemyselffromthisgreatheightofpeacewhileinthetorrentofthesea,IknewthatthepeaceoftheFathersoovercomesevil;IcouldandIwouldgoon.InahurriedfashionIbegantoattachtheleatherpouchtomybelt,whencecameanarrationofnotesfrombehindmethatseemedtorupturethisaction.Appearinginfrontofmewasaman,lookingverydistinguishedinhisstyleofdress,thatofkinglyapparel.Hewasmaybe59andalittlestout,handsomeinapeculiarkindofway.Hewaswearingarobeofmanycolors,andwithmanyfinejewelsfastenedwithinitsfabric.IimmediatelythoughtIshouldbowasheinterruptedmythoughtsindeeplaughter.OhnomydearchildIamnoneotherbutCaius,theEarlofKentinKingLear,thereisnoneedtobow.Ihavebeensentyourwayassomeonefictionalbroughttolife;hasmuchtodowithfaith;andthylovefortheKing.Youseemydear,thejourneyofman,islikenedtotheriddleofthetreefallingintheforestwhennooneisaround,doesitmakeasound?Well,Ipetitiontoyouthereisawhisperthatbreaksforthintheechoofthetreesfallasitmakesitswayaroundtheforest,causingsuchamightyroarwhenindoingsothatmanyothertreestakenoticeandtheytoobegintoretiretotheearth.Eventuallyitsvoiceisheardandvalidatedeventhoughitalreadyexisted,doyouwishformetogoon?Idosolovetotalk.Andwiththis,adeepsenseofjoyescapedfrommysoulthatallIcoulddowaslaugh,howlonghaditbeensinceIlaughedlikethis?IknewwhatCaiuswassharingwithmehadalltodowithfaithandthewisdominherways.Hisrobeofsuchfinewealthwaswisdomexposedinherglory,anditcomesinmanyforms,suchasthisofCaius.

PleasemyladyifyouwouldallowmetorecitefromthebookofProverbswhatitisthatyouhavereceivedhere.AndonthatnotethenobleCaiusbeganwiththeinspirationofhissoultoreciteProverbs3:13-15,18Blessedisthemanwhofindswisdom,andthesonofthemanwhofindsunderstanding.Forthemerchandiseofitisbetterthanthemerchandiseofsilver,anditsgainsthanfinegold.Sheismorevaluablethanpreciousstones;andthereisnothingtobecomparedtoher.Sheisatreeoflifetothosewholayholdofher;andblessedarethosewhowaitforher.WiththesebeautifulwordssowellspokenIknewthatIwasnottotakewithmethepouchfullofgoldcoins,itwasintherevelationofthetreasure,thegiftofpurewisdom,holywisdomsentfromabove.IseeyouunderstandthetreeofCaiusandthewisdominherroots.TheApostleJohnaddressedhisthirdepistletoCaius,Iamnotheofcourse,butwearealltobelikehim.TowalkinholytruthandinthewisdomofGod;thisisthetreeofCaius.Youdidwellinreturningthecoinsfortheywouldhaveonlyweighedyoudown;foryoualreadyreceivedtheirtruemeaning.Unliketheostrich,theemblemontheothersideofthecoin,infindinghernesthasbeentouched,inhergreedinessshewillcrushalltheeggsthatareleft.AndnowImustbeonmywaybutIprayyoukeepyourselftuckedbeneaththewingsofthegreatEaglehimself,alwayssafeheremydear,alwayssafe!WiththewarmthofthosepreciouswordshetossedmywayonegoldcoinasItuckeditwithinmybelt,hewasgone.Gonetoowereallthecoins,thevaultsandeventhetombforIwasnowbackinthetunnel,theveryblackandgloomytunnel.Allofasuddenthetunnelbegantomoveasifitwasalive,shiftingfromsidetoside,tossingmebackandforthveryharshly.Atfirstfearswept

overmeandIthoughtmyjourneywasoverasIrealizedwhereIhadventured,Iwasinthebellyofthedragon.NosoonerthantherealizationofwhereIwashitmethensodidtheFatherslight,asmyswordkeptscrapingalongsidethisgiantbeast.Othepowerofhissword,themightypowerofhisword.ItbegantocausesuchanirritationwithintheserpentthatIfoundmyselfbeingregurgitated,flyinginmidairandlandingasifontheoutside;butsomehowIknewdeepdowninsidethatIwouldbereturning.Againhemeasuredathousandcubitsandbroughtmethroughthewater;anditwasuptotheknees.Againhemeasuredathousandcubitsandbroughtmethroughthewater,anditwasuptotheloins.Ezekiel47:4

ChapterSix;Level3TheCityWhatbeautyspreadoutbeforemetheairsopureandclean,havingcomefromsuchdarknessIcouldbarelycatchmybreathfortheview.SomehowIfoundmyselfstandinginacity,astrikingcity,sorichwithflavor.Thebuildingsspokeofdaysofold,adornedinaseaofvinesandbrightyellowlilies.Icouldseewordsinscribeduponalargewoodensigninboldancientletters,LevelThree.TomysurpriseIwasexposedandveryapparentasthepeopledrovebyandwaved.IlookeddowntoseewhatIwaswearing,andIwasstilldressedinmysameattire,alongwithbeltandsword,whileeveryoneelseseemedtobedressedinmodernclothing.AllatonceIfoundmyselfsurroundedbypeople;men,womenandchildrenastheyallwelcomedmeintotheircity.Whatlovelygiftstheyadornedmewith,finejewelsandwordsofkindness,IcouldscarcelycatchmybreathbeforeIfoundmyselfbeingwhiskedawayintoalovelycoffeeshop.Mysoulwaselatedandfilledwithjoyatsuchawelcomingembrace,butsomethingwasstirringdeepwithinmetoremainwatchfulandveryalert.AsIbegantoobservemorecloselyatwhatIthoughtwerehappyfaces,thefacesbecamedistortedandblendedeachoneappearingliketheotherinroboticmotion;IbegantoseeafamineofidentityandIwasattheirmercy.Theycouldnotseemtokeeptheirhandsoffofmeastheybegantouchingmyfaceandhair,allwantingtoknoweverythingaboutme,whoIwasandwhyIwasthere.Isoonrealizedthatalltheyreallywantedwastotouchmysword,andIletafewruntheirfingersalongtheblade.Astheycontinuedtotouchthat

whichbelongedtotheKing,Ibecameweakerandweakeruntilmyswordcompletelydisappeared.Suchdevastationfilledmyheartasthetruthcamepouringin;IhadallowedtheFathersswordtobetouchedbyuncleanhands,theirheartswerenotpureandtheirthoughtstaintedwithlust,andIletthemruntheirfingersalongtheblade!HowcouldIhaveallowedthistohappenaftersuchloveandadorationfromtheKing?IsoneededtheFathersvoicetofurtherinstructmeinwhattodo,butheseemedalsotohavedepartedasIbegantolookforaplacetogetawayandrest.Finally,afterwalkingwhatseemedformilesdownalong,desertedroad,Icametoalittlecottage,tuckedawayandbarelyvisible.SlowlyIpeeredintothewindowstoseeifittoowasdesertedasIandallthatstaredbackatmewasaglassofwaterandapieceofpaperlyingonthefloor.Tired,wornoutandaloneIreachedforthehandle,buttomydismayitwaslocked.IthenrememberedthekeysthattheFatherhadgivenmebefore.SuchpeaceoverwhelmedmeasIfoundsixofthemstillhangingfrommybeltasIunlockedthedoorandwalkedin.Thedoordidnotdisappearastheyhadinthepitbelow,butnomatterhowhardItried,thelockwouldnotreleasethekey.TheFathersvoicebrokethesilenceandfilledthesmallroom.Mydaughter,thekeyisnolongerofuseforitwasnotmeanttocomethisway;itwasmadeforanotherdoorandanothertime.Yourneglectinkeepingmyswordpureanduntouchedbythatwhichisuncleanopenedupthispath,lookdeepinsideandyoushallseethepathwithinyourreach.SuchgriefandsorrowinstantlyfilledmysoulandIfelltothefloorintears.Dayswentby,maybeweeksasIlayonthefloorbroken,unabletomove,untilIsawtheglassofwaterstillawaitingmytouch.AsIreachedforitswealthandconsumedeverylastdrop;itwasasifIwasstandinginwater.Ibegantofeelthewaterriseallthewayuptomykneesandthefearoffacingonesself,onespride,rosetoo;nowexposedandbroughttolight.

TheFatherslovebegantowashthroughmeasitmadeitswayintomybelly,instantlyfeelingrefreshed,rejuvenatedandIknewthatIcouldgoon.Whatpreciousrefreshmentthesouldothreceivewhentrueselfisexposed;whatpreciousrefreshmentthesouldothreceivewhenthenfollowedbypurelove.IalsofelttheFathersforgiveness,eventhoughIstilldidnothavethesword.IknewImustsomehowpushmyselfforwardandfindthehiddenjewelinthiscity.Neverataskwithoutfindingthetreasureandreleasingthatwhichwasburiedsodeep.HavingbeensolonginthecottageInearlyforgotaboutthenotestilllyingthereonthefloorandnowwiththelossofmysword,thiscouldoffersomevaluablecluestothejourneybeforeme.AsIreachedforthenotemyfingersbegantoshake,whatifitwasanotefromtheKingexpressinghiswishestogivemyassignmenttosomeonemoretrustworthyforthetask?EitherwayIknewImustreadwhatwastobedelivered.AsIreachedfortheletterandplaceditgentlyinmyhandsitinstantlyfeltasheavyasgold;yetitwaslightasafeather.SofullwithknowledgewhichIknewitheld,butnottooheavythatIcouldnotbareit.Ibegantoopenitupslowlyandtheletterdissolvedintomyhands.TheforgivenessoftheFathersloveflowedthroughmyhandsandintomyspirit.MyfingersbegantoburnwithaholyfireandIknewthattheywerebeingpurifiedallthewaythroughintomyheart.TheFathersvoiceseemedtocomefromsomewhereinsidemeasitmadeitswayintomyears.YouhavechosenwiselyodaughteroftheKing,topressonaheadwithwhatyouhavebeenassigned.EvenatthelossoftheswordyouhavebeenentrustedwithistrulytheheartIsodesire.FromnowonIknowthatyouwillbeverywiseinchoosingwhoyouallowtotouchwhatismineand

alsowhatyourhandstouchaswell.Iknewthatthishadbeensuchavaluablelessontolearnyetonefilledwithmuchsorrowandpain.TheFathersvoiceagaincametomyrescueashegentlyplacedtheswordintomyhands.Mydaughter,theswordhasalwaysbeenhereawaitingthetouchofyourhands.Thedefilementoftheenemycausedyoutobeblindsothatyoucouldnotseepastyourownregret.Thisisveryimportantforthecomingdayswhendarknesswillinvadetheland.Theenemywillbequicktoshout,thatyourvictoryliesinwhatyoucanseeandfeelwiththenaturaleye,butIsay,youonlyhavetocallintoexistence,thatwhichyoudonotsee.Looknottowhatsurroundsyoumydaughter;keepyoureyesonmeandIwillsetyourfeetuponthatwhichisalreadyyours.PerfectionisnotwhatIrequirebutyourtrustinme;thisisworthmorethananyofthekeysthatIhavegivenyou,totrustandobey.

Andhehadinhisrighthandsevenstars;andoutofhismouthcameasharptwo-edgedsword;andhiscountenancewaslikethesunshininginitsstrength.Revelation1:16

ChapterSevenTheSwordJustthenagreatlightappearedreachingallthewayfromheaventoearth;aliquidlightwithmuchexpressionandmovement.NolongerwasIinthecottagebutinawide-openfieldandthelightwastheswordIhadbeengiven,nowstretchingallthewayintotheheavensandback.Thefield,veryparchwithdry,brittleweeds,begantocomealivewithmusicandsoundsfromabove.Fromthisswordcameasound;aliquidsoundthatIcouldfeelsaturatemyskin.Eventheweedsbecamealiveastheyturnedfirsttowheat,glorious,goldenwheatreachinguptothesky,andthentogold.Golddustbegantomakeitswayfromthewheatintotheswordreachingallthewaytoheavenandbackdownagain.ArepetitionofthismovementcontinuedoverandoveragainuntilItooknewthatImustenterthesword.Iwasbeginningtounderstandalittleoftheorderofdarknessandtheorderoflight;wecannothaveonewithouttheother.Theenemylovestokeepuswalkinginsomedegreeofintoxication,neverenteringintothelevelsthatmayappeartobetotaldestruction;anditistoonesownflesh.ButitisinthisdarknessthatonetrulyhasacloseencounterwithourwonderfulCounselor.Thedarknessofcomingfacetofacewithself,nottheenemy;hehasalreadylost.

Sofar,Ihavetraveledthroughthreelevels,andtheawesomeawarenessoftheLordspresenceismorethanIhaveevertangiblyfelt.YetthedarknessandtheknowledgeofonestrueselfwaswhatIhadtopassthroughinordertoseehim.Theenemyishardatworkintryingtostopmanysaintsfromtastingthisdarkness,forthentheytoowouldtastethegloryoftheLord.Islowlymademywaytowardsthesword.Iknewthatthiswasagiftbeinggiventomeandtoallhissaintswhohavepassedbythisway.Ialsoknewthatitwasholyfireresidingintheswordandanyandallfleshlefthiddeninmewouldbeexposedandburnedupaschaff.ThecloserIcametotheswordtheslowerIfoundmyselfwalking,untilitwasnolongerIthatmovedbuttheSpiritoftheLordthatmovedme.IwasthenliftedupanddrawnintothesworduntilIwascompletelysurroundedbybrilliantlightbeams.Thelightbeamspermeatedinandoutofmymind,throughmybody,soulandspirituntilIwastotallyconsumedbylove.IwassocompletelysaturatedintheFatherslovethatIknewIwouldneverwanttoleave.Again,theglorioussoundofmusicIhadheardmomentsearliermadeitswayintomyspirit;asymphonyofdepthwhichIhadneverheardbeforeonearth.Suchloveinthisharmonyofnotes,asignaturetunefromthedeeprestoredandmadereadyforinstantconsumption.IknewImustsomehowtakebackwithmethisnewrevelationofchordstosharewithmanyothers,foritwashealinginitspurestform.Asthelightbeamscontinuedtheirsweepthroughmyspirit,ItoobeganmineandIdevouredallthatIcouldofthisnewsound;musicfromheaven.SofullIbecameofhissoundthatIknewIwouldeitherexplodeorthattheFatherwouldhavetotakeitawayifIdidnotreleasesoonwhatIhadbeengiven.AssoonasthisthoughtmadeitswayintomyspiritIfoundmyselfstandinginfrontofachurch,averyoldchurch,oneofincrediblearchitecturaldesignasitssteeplereachedstronglytowardsheaven.

AlthoughIwasinavisionIknewthatIwasstandinginarealandtangibleplacesomewhereinEurope;thesmellofmartyrdomintheair.Themelodythatcamepouringforthfromthischurchwasthesamemusicheardinthesword,straightfromheaven.IwasunsureifIwasinthepast,presentorfutureuntilIsawsomemoderndressedpeoplewalkingupthepathwayandintothechurch.Again,therealityofbeingcaughtupinthethirdheavenandyetfindingmyselfonearthwastheunityIhadfeltbefore;adivinemergerofheaventoearth.Thywillbedoneonearthasitisinheaven.Theoldironfencethatsurroundedthischurchbroughtuponmyspiritasenseoffear,holyfear,oneofgreatrestrictionandrestraintupontheflesh.Itwasmagnificentinstatureandappearance,somuchsothatIwasrenderedspeechlessagainstaforceofholyreverenceatwhatlaywaitingbeyondthegates.Abroadthegatewasletterscomposedofsuchuniqueformanddesign,appearingalive;breathinginperfectrhythmicmotion.Thesuddengustofwindbroughtinadistanthollowsound,aloudwhisperofafarawaycry,LevelFour.FindingthegatesecuredwasofnosurpriseforIhadfivekeysleftandonlyfourlevelstogo,asIreachedfortheonemadetofit.Suchsatisfactiononessoulisgivenwhenreachingforthatwhichisobscure;stretchingbeyondmansrealityandstraightwayintoheavensgates,mysouldoththirst.OnlyonekeyleftremainingtotryasIhelditeversolightlyinthepalmofmyhand,touchingthegroovesthatwouldunlockthemysterybeforeme.Thissmallgestureofmovementsomehowgavemestrength;authoritytobravetheunknown.Allatonce,likeliquidsilverthekeybegantomeltandtravelthroughmyfingersclaimingthemnowasthekey.Thisvaluableinsightmadeknown

wasofgreatimportanceandamuchrequiredtoolneededinthecomingdays,whenourkeysremainhiddenfromsight.Weneedonlytobelieveandtohavefaithintheunseen,toknowthatwhatwepossesinourFathersname,isnotalwaysmadevisibletothenaturaleye.AsitsaysinHebrews11:1:Nowfaithisthesubstanceofthingshopedfor,asitwasthesubstanceofthingswhichhavecometopass;anditistheevidenceofthingsnotseenHowever,havingsuchdepthofknowledgebeingmanifestedphysicallythroughmybodystilldidnotunlockthegate;itremainedfastenedandverysecure.Nowtomoveforwardwhenthepathseemsrestricted,towalktowardsthatwhichhasalreadybeengiventoyou.IreachedoutandtouchedthewordsLevelFour.

Herevealsthedeepandsecretthings;heknowswhatisinthedarkness,andthelightiswithhim.Daniel2:22

ChapterEight;Level4TheLionsDenAdeepgroaningwithinthegatecouldbeheard;anancientreleasewasbreakingthroughasIwasusheredbytheSpiritoftheLordbackmanycenturies.AsIwastransportedthrougheachgenerationIreceivedadownloadofmuchhiddenwealththatnotonlywentuntold,butwereboundbymanswaysandmanswords,sotheylayineachgenerationawaitingtheirrelease.ThelovethatIcametoknowpassingthroughthegenerationswasanendlesskindoflove.ItwastheloveoftheFathertotallyencompassingme;whereeveryfiberofmybeingwassaturatedinhislove.Itwasthesameloveencounteredwhiletakenupintothesword,exceptthistimeitwascomingfromwithinmyownbeing.Iwasbeingusedasareleasepoint;apointofinterest.ThrougheachgenerationIwastakenIreceivedanimpartationofawaitingknowledgefromthepastforthereleaseofmanysaints.Thehiddensecretsandpromisesfromlongagothatthesaintsfromold

heldontobutdidnotyetsee.AsspokenofinHebrews11:39-40,whataperfectmergerofGodsKingdom.Thustheseall,havingobtainedatestimonialthroughthefaith,didnotreceivethepromise,BecauseGodfromthebeginningprovidedforourhelp,lestwithoutustheyshouldnotbemadeperfect.Iwasagainusheredtothefrontofthegatewhereawoman,averybeautifulwomanstoodstanding;asifawaitingmyarrival.ThemomentIlookedintohereyesIknewshewasMaryMagdalene.Herouterbeautywasstunningtobehold,butitstillwasinnocomparisontoherinnerbeauty.Omyfriends,hereyes!Thecolorofhereyeswasblueasthesea,thedeep,deepsea,aspiritualblueandIwascompletelydrawnintoChrist;tothedeepthingsinChristJesus.MycloakthenbegantofeelaliveandIcouldfeelthemightyhandofJesusuponme.IbegantounderstandthemeaningofthecloakIhadbeengiven,itwasmorethanjusthiscovering;itwashisloveIwaswearing.Itwashisbloodthatwassacrificed,ahthecloakoflove.Eventhearmorbeneathcouldnotwithstandtheevilthatwascomingupontheearth,withouthisdivinelove.Marywasthegatekeeperofthisancientchurchandshetooworeacloakoflove,butofthesamecolorashereyes,velvetblue;adivinevisitationfromheaven.Maryseyeswereasvelvet,anditsripplingeffectwastheFathersloveflowingfromher;bestowingsuchintimacywiththeKingandthenshesmiled.Ihavebeenwaitinghereforyourarrival;Ihaveseenthepathbywhichyoucame.ManyajourneyoftheLordssaintsIhaveseencomebythiswaybutsomechosetofightthedragoninthedeepandthereforedidnotmakeitthisfar.TheaccessisnotinthefightbutinknowingtheFathersperfectlove,his

bloodshedonthecrossandhisspiritwithinyou.Thisisthekeyandtheaccessintothegate,youwillthenknowwhatbattleisyoursandwhatisnot.Yourpath,onechosentogointothedeepwherefleshisexposedbutnotforgotten,isseeingpastonesfleshanddirectlyintotheheartoftheKing.Thekeysweregiventoyouandtoallhischildrenuponthecross,butselfkeepsmanyboundforeverneverventuringintothedeep.Nowyoumayenter.MarygentlytookmyhandinhersandtogetherwewereunitedintheFatherslove.Suchdivinelovemadeitswaybackandforthbetweenus,likeanexchangeofonesthoughtsandmake-up;itwastheFathersloveconnectingourspirits.Themomentmyfeettouchedthecobblestonepathway,IwastransportedagainbytheSpiritoftheLordintoaroomwheretheFatherwaswaiting.TheatmospherewasthickwithacloudlikepresencewhereIcouldbarelyseebutafewstepsinfrontofme.Allofasudden,IknewthatIhadbeenherebeforeinanothervisionasthevoiceofGodhitmyspiritlikeathunderboltmighthitatreeandIfeltmyheartbeingseveredinhalf.Detailsmydaughter,details,IhavebroughtyoubackherefordetailsyouhaveoverlookedinpreviousplacesIhavetakenyou.Theyaremuchneededbyyouandmanyothersinordertotravelfurtherinyourdestiny.Toomanytimesmychildrenhavebeengivenjewelsandfinetreasuresalongthewayonlytopassthemby;theirhungerfornewrevelationkeptthemblindedfromwhattheyhavealreadyreceived.YoumustonceagaintravelthispathandIwillshowyouwhatbeforeyoucouldnotsee,muchlikeapuzzleinneedofthemissingpiece;onlythatwhichiswillbe.Thisislevelfour.Inallmychildrenthereisahiddentheme,apattern,muchlikea

signatureupontheirhearts.Whenthissongisheard,whenthemotifisseen,thentheywillbeabletomoveforwardintheirdestiny.IknewinmyhearthowguiltyIwasofmycontinuouspursuitofnewrevelation,havingalreadybeengivensomuchandyetnottrulyseen.IwantedtorunoutofthisvisionandtelleveryoneIknewwhatIhadjustlearned,butIknewthatthiswasnotthetimeandthatItoomustobeyandfindwhatIhadmissed.Wethenmadeourwaytogethertothetopofsomeverysteepstairsthatseemedendlessintheirdestination.Soonweweredescendingdownwardaslargewhitecloudsbegantoencompassus.IcouldnolongerseetheFather,butIknewhewasthere.AsthecloudsbegantoclearIrealizedthattheFatherhadputmedirectlyinfrontofhimandtherehewas!IcouldscarcelybelieveIhadnotseenhimbefore.Sothunderinginsizeandmajestictobehold,hiseyeswereofthepurestcolorofgreen,goldengreenlikegoldinafire;mysoulwaspierced.TheLionofJudah!Throughhiseyescameaholyfirethatsenthiswordrightthroughmyheart.Youreyeswereontheenemyandnotonme,mychild.Thisisaschemethathasworkedformanygenerationstokeepmypeoplefightingendlessbattleswiththeenemy,whentheycouldhavebeenintheThroneRoomwiththeKing.HaveInotshownyouwhatthegloryoftheFathercandothroughyou,justasintheovershadowingofPeter?TheyevenbroughtoutthesickintothestreetsandlaidthemonquiltssothatwhenSimonPetershouldhappentopassby,hisshadowmightfallonthem.Acts5:15Thesoundofmarchingfeetdidringinthepresenceofevilasmenalldressedinblackparadedupthestairsonbothsides.Theirsuitswereverydetailedwithsharpgoldstitchingandlargegoldbuttons.

Theireyeswerefixedstraightahead;neversensingwewerethere,theFatherquicklyansweringmythoughtsreplied:"Theycannotseeyoumydaughterforyouarecoveredinmyshadowandtheyknownotmyplans.TheyknowonlytheplansgivenouttothembySatan,theirfather,andheonlyknowsthatwhichisrepeatedorutteredprematurelybymychildren.TheLionofJudahbegantomakehiswaybackandforthinwarlikemotion,ashiswordscontinuedtopenetratemyspirit.AsDanielwasliftedupfromthelionsdenunharmed,soshallmychildrenbewhoarecastdownintothepit.Ishallliftthemup,buttheymustkeeptheireyesonme.InowknewwhothesedemonswereasmyeyesbeheldtheLionofJudah.Theywerereligiousspiritsbeingfedbyourmindsets,oursetways,andhoweasyandrepetitiveitwastoknowwhatwewerethinking.AtthatmomentaholyroarresoundedthroughoutmyspiritasIwasliftedupandtakenthroughthemouthoftheLion,usheredbytheSpiritoftheLordatanacceleratingpace.EverythinginmethatcouldbeshakendroppedofflikedeadskinandthatwhichremainedIknewwasnowinitsproperplace.Icouldseethebonesofthelionsjawautographedwiththenamesofthosewhohadbeenherebefore.Ireachedoutveryquicklyjusttounitewithoneandmyownsignaturebecameembeddedwithinthebone.Withthepassingofeachnametheybegantoinscribeamessage;oneofadeepholinessandreverenceuntotheLord.Myheartbegantobeatinarhythmofurgencyasthewritingresoundedlikethebeatingofadrum.AllofasuddenIcouldfeelmyswordgettinghotterasliquidlightpouredoutfromitsblade;illuminatingthedarkness.Thehandlewasnowmadeofwhatappearedtobeivoryjustlikethestairs,othesaintsofold!TheancientwritingthencametolifeandIcouldfeelthebloodofJesusmergingwithmyown;likeaholytransfusion.Carveddeepwithinthe

ivorywerethewords,HolyGrail,HolyGrail,HolyGrail.AndIplummeteddownintoadarkhole.Allatoncethelightfrommyswordseveredthedarknessandmysurroundingswerethatofbones,ancientbones.Myspiritwasquicklymadeawarethattheboneswereofthosewhohadventureddownintothispit,butnotwiththeFathersintentions.TheyhadnotpassedbywayoftheLionofJudahbutbywayofgreed;tothefeedingofonesownflesh.InscriptionsimbeddedalongthewallsofthispitspokeofthosewhohadenteredinfullauthorityoftheKing.Therewasalsoadirewarningcomingfromthebonesthemselves.Toallwhoenterwithuncleanhands;run,retreat,gobackfromwhenceyoucameandrepent!Noreturningwithtreasuresbuttoruntheirlivestobespared.SlowlymyfingersbegantotracetheinscriptionsalongthewallofallwhohadenteredinwiththeFatherspermission.Myheartwasfilledwithdeepremorseandloveforthem,theirlivestheysacrificedfortheendtimedays.TheyhadjourneyeddownhereintothispitseekingonlytheFatherswill;theroadofselfdenial,theirlivestohimtheygave.TheyhadbecomesofulloftheknowledgeoftheLord,hissecrets,deepandancientwealth;theytoohadbecomethemessage.Nowwithhislightmakingthatwhichwashiddenappear;IknewthattheHolyGrailwasourdestinytobehold,intimacywiththeKing;ancientdestiniescomingforthforsuchatimeasthis.ImpureheartscouldnottouchthatwhichbelongedtotheKing,onlytheKingcouldmakeknownsuchwealthandonlyinhisperfecttiming.AsIlookedaroundatmysurroundingsIknewthatIwasstandinginthelionsdenwhereDanielhadbeenthrownandmanyothers.ItiswhatDanielhadsharedwithmeinapastvisionbutIcouldonlyrememberthestrippingthereafter.NowtodayIcouldfeelthethicknessoffearwrappingitsarmstightly

aroundmeasifIwasinacocoon,butitwasntthefearoftheenemystakinghisground.Itwasaholyfear,thefearofGodmakinghimselfknown;anenvelopingbeginningfromthetipsofmytoesandallthewayupthroughmyhead.Acoveringinhisbloodindeepprotectionfromselftofindwhatwasburiedhereandquick!ThereappearingbeforemewasDaniel,hisfacebeholdingsuchlovefromtheFatherIhadahardtimenotbowingbeforehim.Butinsteadwetookholdofoneanotherinaheavenlyembrace;adivineimpartationofwhatDanielhadreceivedwhenthrownintothispit.Therewasnofearthatdayofthelionsravishinghunger,becauseDanielshungerforGodwassomuchgreater,evenuntohisdeath.Therewasaholyfearheencounteredthatday,aholyfeartoreceivedowninthispitthedivinemessage;theholytransferringoflegaldocumentsthatcouldnotbejusthandedover.Onehadtoreceivetheminthedeep.TheArchangelMichaelwhoappeareduntoDanielthatday,notonlyshutthemouthsofthelions,butheimparteduntoDanielaprotocol.Danielknewhisjourneywastodescendintothedeep;onlytothenascendwiththisprofoundcallwithinhisbones.DanielgentlytouchedmycheekwiththefamiliarsenseoftheKinghimself,whisperinguntomethatwhichItooknewheheardwhengivensuchwealth.Iandallthesaintsfromoldhavebeenwaitingforthistime,toseethemantlesofdestiniespasseddowntotheirrightfulowners.Bewiseinyourchoiceofimpartingsuchwealth,fortherewillbemanywhowillcomeyourwayinthesamewayassomewhoproceededyoudownhere.They,withimpureheartswhowishtotakethatwhichisholyuntothemselves.Divineorderiscomingthatwillremovethosewhoarenotintheirrightfulpositions,eitherbychoiceorbyforce.

Danielquicklydisappearedandlyingbeforemewasalion,histailmovinginanorchestratedthumpingofobsceneandvileanger.ImusthavebeenholdingmybreathforescapingfrommylungswasadeepgraspingforairasIinhaledthewordoftheLord:Ishalltreadupontheviperandadder;Ishalltrampleunderfootthelionandthegreatserpent.Psalms91:13Frombeneaththisraginglion,beneaththedepthsoftheearthwasatreasurechest.Althoughonlyvisibleinthespiritual,IknewIhadtobringitupinthenaturalasImademyfirststeptowardsthisangrybeast.Theclawsofthelionbegantodigdeepwithintheharsh,dryclayashishairstooduponhisbacklikethehardbristlesofabrush.ForitwasnotIwhowasfacingthiswretchedcreaturealoneupontheterrafirmaoftime,buttheSpiritofGodresidingwithinme.AllofasuddenthelionlungedtowardsmeandIfeltmykneesbegintobuckle,butinsteadoffeelingtheclawsofthemenacingadversary;Isawthelionstopdeadinhistracts.StandinginholyboldnessbeforemewastheArchangelMichaelwieldingalongsilversword,andwitheachpassingoftheswordoverthelionsheadanaromawasgivenout.Ascentfromthedeep,afragrancelikeuntoolivesandwine,arich,delicacyofmannafromheaven;thatcatapultedthislionintooblivionandItomyknees.ThisbouquetofincensewasthebloodofJesus,theancientcupoftheLordpasseddownfromgenerationtogeneration.Uponthecrossheshedhisbloodforalltopartakein;theforgivenessofsin,destinyinJehovahJireh,upontheMountofOliveshewillstand!Whiletheywereeating,Jesustookbreadandblesseditandbrokeit,andgaveittothedisciples,andsaid,Takeeat;thisismybody.Thenhetookthecupandgavethanks,andgaveittothem,saying,Take,drinkofit,allofyou.ThisismybloodoftheNewTestamentwhichisshedformanyforthe

remissionofsins.ButIsaytoyou,henceforthIshallnotdrinkfromthisfruitofthevineuntilthedaywhenIdrinkitanewwithyouinthekingdomofGod.Andtheyofferedpraise,andwentouttotheMountofOlives.Matthew26:26-30SuchdivineinvitationfromtheKingtobejoinedtogetherinholymatrimony;thesoulssurrenderandspiritscall.MichaelthenliftedtheswordabovemyheadandInolongercouldseehimbutonlythesword;litupandaflamewiththegloryoftheLord.Thefragrancefilledmysensesastheswordcamecrashingdown!Icouldfeeladividingshiftoccurringinmymind,asifitwerebeingseveredfrommybody.Likethechurch,severedfromreligion,likeuntotheredseaparting,andtheMountofOlivessplitintwo.IthenlookedintotheeyesofMichaelandtheytoowereaflame,andIsawwritteninhiseyestheverywordsMordecaispoketoQueenEsther.Thinknotinyourselfthatyoushallescapebecauseyouareinthekingshouse,morethanalltheotherJews.Forifyoualtogetherremainsilentthistime,thenreliefandsalvationshallarisetotheJewsfromanotherplace;butyouandyourfathershouseshallbedestroyed;andwhoknowswhetheryouhavebeencalledtocometothekingdomforsuchatimeasthis?Esther4:13,14Therecamesmokearisingfromtheveryspottheenemyhadbeforetriedclaiming,asMichaelwithdrewhisswordanddisappeared.Iarosetotheoccasionofthetimesetbeforeme,andIbegantouncoverlayerafterlayerofdryearthenclay;untilbeholdinginfrontofmethetreasurechestoftheKing.Again,itwasthecolorofdeeprichburgundywood,appearingalmostblack,heavilydrenchedinthebloodofthesaints;thebloodoftheLambmergingtogetherasone.AsIblewawaythedirtthathadgatheredatopthisancientgift,inscriptionsdidappearcarveddeepwithinthewood,nolongerhiddenbutmadeknownforsuchatimeasthis.

Mysoulbegantohungerforthisknowledgeasmyspiritquenchedinthirstofthisawakening,myeyesbegantoseewhatwasoncebeforeaforeignlanguage,nowunveiled.Fromtheconceptiontothebirth,theeyelessprobinginthenighttotheawakeningofdawn,theconfessionofoursoulsconceiving,thedeepsecretsofGodmadeknown.Tocutawaythefleshthatbindsus,tocultivatethehardenedgroundweabidein,topresswaybeyondourcarnalhabitatandintohisembrace.Theinscriptionreadasfollows:IamAlephandTau,thebeginningandtheendingsaystheLordGod,whoisandwhowasandwhoistocome,theAlmighty.Revelation1:8HavingreadthisversemanytimesinthepastIthoughtIhadknownitwell,butthistimetheverybreathofGodwasilluminatinghisnamescarvedwithinthedeep.ThesevenSpiritsofGodbeingmademanifestthroughouttheearth,thyKingdomcomethywillbedoneonearthasitisinheaven.Mysouldothhunger,itsexpressionseven-fold.DareIopenthegiftbeforeme,dareIrisktheexposureagainoftherealityofmyflesh;thetearingawayofthethingsIthoughtImostdesired,mytruenatureandmyweaknesslaybare?IknewIhadnotcomethisfarwithoutthemightyhandofGodleadingme,directingmeandguidingmeintothedeep.Andsoitwouldbe,onlybyhisSpiritcouldInowevenattempttoopenthatwhichhasbeenhiddensolong.Poetrydidmeetmysoul;aforeignobjectofwordstheydidsound,untilmyspiritcaptureditsdepthandbrokeoutintosong;evensoLordJesus,come,evensoLordJesus,come!PositionedinitsarraywasthemostexquisitepieceofartworkIhadeverbeheld,freshasthedayitwaspainted,colorsunknowninwords;touchedbyheavenskiss.Idarednottouchorevenbreathetoocloseforinfearofcausingitharm.ButthelongerIstaredintothepaintingthemoreitcamealive,untilIwasholdingthetranscendentalimageinmyhandsthatoncebeforelayonlyonthecanvas.

ItwaslikeneduntothebaseofalampbutofrootsofthetreeIencounteredinthevalley.Ascendingtowardsheaveninfourseparatepaths,likethefingersofahandstretchedupward,dippedinbloodredgold.Inthecenterwasaglobeoftheworldinwhichwelive,onesolidmassofgoldandonfire;theamberfireofGod.Inthemidstofthefirewasaneye,oneeye,theallseeingeyeofGod.Behold,theeyeoftheLordisupontherighteous,uponthemthathopeinhismercy.Todelivertheirsoulfromdeathandtokeepthemaliveinfamine.Psalms33:18,19ToknowthattheeyeofGodisuponusduringthedarknightsofthesoul,duringthefamineofthenight,hewillkeepusaliveinhisbosom.NolongerabletoholdthispreciousvesselIwaveredbackandforth;untiltherebeforemedidtheLordJesusappear.Hewasatorch,aredflamedrenchedinblood.Hereachedouthishandsfromwithinthefireandtookfrommyhandsthenations;thefourcornersoftheearthandengulfedthemintoflames.Outfromthefirecamethevoiceofthunder,andthevessel,nowagoldencupfilledwithnewwine,hiswine,hisblood,thebloodoftheLamb.Ashiswordechoedwithinthecave,thecavebecamehisword,asthewallsfilledwithaliquidfireandmyvisionmagnifiedgreaterthaneverbefore.Silence,Silence,Silence!AsthelastSilenceresoundedinmyspiritIknewthatI,thatWewerebeingsummonedfromtheinnermostpartofourbeing,thecoreofselfishushedwhenGodappears.OurdominioninChristmadeknown;therecognitionofhisSpiritresidingwithinus.AholyroarcamefromwithintheFireandtheFirespoke:Andwhenheopenedtheseventhseal,therewassilenceinheavenforaboutthespaceofhalfanhour.Revelation8:1TheFatherbeckonedmetocomeintothefireanddrinkofthecup

thereof.Stillnessdevouredmysoulandinmyweakness,inthequietofthiswelcome;Iwasmadestronginhim.Nowonthegreatestday,whichisthelastdayofthefeast,Jesusstoodandcriedout,saying,Ifanymanisthirsty,lethimcometomeanddrink.John7:37Willyoudrinkofthiscupmydaughter,willyoudrinkituntome;thecupofeternalsacrificeIofferuntothee.Therecannotbeonewithouttheother;willyoudrinkthisuntome?Iknewinthedeepestpartofmysoultherehungeredtodrinkofthiscupthereof.ButIalsoknewthatIcouldnotdoitonmyown,thatitwasHolySpiritsadmonishingtodoso;forbyfleshitwouldbeinworks.TodoeverythingasuntotheLordtakesprideawayfromonesownflesh,anddeliversuntoGodhisrightfulpositioninourhearts.ThewineoftheBridegroomisbeingoffereduntothosewhoarewillingtobeemptiedofself;theuncorkingofthenewwine,thereunitingofhiskingdomwithinusandtheGloryoftheLordwillfillthisplace.AsIplacedthecuptomylipstherearoseinmeavisionwithinavision,likethreadwovenwithinfabricbeingexposed,astheFatherseyespenetratedtheverydeepthingsofmyheart.Thewallofthecaveopenedupbeforemeandtrulythemostbeautifulartworkwaspresented,theywerepaintingsfromthedeep.IcouldseeJesustorchingthepaintersoftheearthwithhisvision,withhistouchandtheywouldbegintounveilthecanvaswithinthemselves.Adivinecommissioningunlikeanyartworktheworldhaseverseen,andyetithasalwaysbeenhereawaitingitsrelease,itwasDestiny.Andoneoftheelderssaidtome,Weepnot:behold,theLionofthetribeofJudah,theScionofDavid,hasprevailedandhewillopenthebookandthesevensealsthereof.Revelation5:5AndtheFiredidconsumeme.

Againhemeasuredathousandcubitsandbroughtmethroughthewater,anditwasuptotheloins.Ezekiel47:4

ChapterNineWelcomeToHollywoodImmediatelyIfoundmyselfagainstandingwiththeFatheruponthestairswherebeforeevilhadcomemarching.Thistimeahasteninginhisvoicewasheard;aquickeningofhiswordtomakeitswayintothenaturalrealm.Icouldseebeforemeanhourglassandhiswordsfelllikethesandintheglass,andIknewthatthismessagewasdated.Mydaughter,Ihavekeptmanyhiddenforthishour,havinggiventothemtheirassignmentsinthedeep.Theirgiftshavebeensealedbutarenowreadytobebirthed.Allmychildrenmustfindtheirmissions,theirassignmentsinmysecretplace;forthereinmypresencemyplanswillnotbealtered.Theenemycannotsharewhathedoesnothave.Thisisnottosaythatyouwillnotseepainorphysicaldeath,butitwillbeinmywillandinmytimingformypurposetobebirthedthroughthem."

IbecameverysilentasIponderedonthesewords;formanytimesinthepastIhadsteppedoutofGod'sorderthinkingIwasinhiswill;whenIwasnoneotherthanworkingforself.SensingmysorrowtheFathergentlyplacedhishandsuponmyshouldersandwhisperedinmyear."Itisbymygracethatyouarehereforsuchatimeasthis.ThemoreyoulearnthatitisItheFatherinyou,movingyou,themoremypowerwillflowmorefreelythroughyou.Tellmychildrentoseekmewithalloftheirhearts,layingasidetheirlearnedmindsetsandintomypresence.ItisthenwhenIcanopenupthehiddenthingsthereofandmovethemintotheirdestiny.Remembermydaughterthatyouwillalwayshavethesewalkswithme,evenwhenyoudonotseemeyoumustrememberthatIwillneverleaveyouorforsakeyou.Followme;Ihavesomethingtoshowyou."TheatmospherearoundmewasfamiliarwithsoundsfromwhereIhadalreadybeen,butyetIknewnotwhatlieahead.NearingtheendofmytravelsuponthestaircasewiththeFather,totaldarknessagainspreadbeforemeandIknewIwastojump.AsIawaitedthecalloftheMastersvoicetobeckonmeintotheshadowsbelow,IwastransportedontoabeachandbeforemestoodtheApostlePeter.Hewaswearingaskincolored,one-pieceloinclothlikethemergermysoulwasbeginningtofeelwithmyspirit.Inhisrighthandwasalong,silverbladedswordwithaveryrusticlookinghandlewrappedinleather.IwaspositionedjustbehindPeterinankledeepwaters,facingtheoceantogether,asthewavesbegantorisehigherandhigheruptoourwaist;astheyclaimedtheirdestinationupontheshore,Peterwasstakinghis.Othedeathtoself,thepain,itsputridhold,asthewater,Godsword,bringsmuchexposuretothesoul;butitisinthedeepnessofthewaterthatonewillfindtruegold.AsPeterbegantoraisehissworduphighmyspiritbegantosoarwiththeblade;IknewnowthatthedestinationoftheswordwouldalsoclaimmeandyetIfoundmyselfunabletomove.ThiswastheSwordoftheLord,

histruthandrighteousnessmadeknownthatmyheartsodesperatelyneeded,sotoomanyothers.BeforeIhadtimetoponderanylonger,Peterplungedthebladeofthesworddeepintohisrightshoulderandstraightthroughmine.SomehowbecausethiswasavisionIhalfexpectedthepaintobeonlyspiritualbuttomyextremedismay,itwasnot.Thephysicalpaincamefromthedullnessofthebladeathavingnotbeenusedforsuchalongtime,onlythentobesharpenedbythecontinualactoftotalsurrender.ItdidnotpassthroughmeasquicklyasitdidPeterandthepainwasalmostunbearable,untilitfinallybrokethroughandIcouldfeelmyblood,mixedwiththebloodofPeterrunningdownmyback.Again,amerger,aholyunionofsaintscomingtogetherinperfectunity,theroyalpriesthoodthatPetertalkedaboutin1Peter2:9:Butyouareachosenpeople,ministerstothekingdom,aholypeople,acongregationredeemedtoproclaimthegloriesofhimwhohascalledyououtofdarknesstohismarvelouslight.Iwasnolongerstandingonmyownbuttheswordwasnowholdingmeupright.Inthismomentoftotaldependencyuponthesword,Godsword,Icouldfeelhistruthpiercingmydarkenedsoulandallowinghislighttoflowmorefreelythrough.ThissacrificecouldnotbedoneononesownmeritordevicebutonthecontinualsurrenderingtotheFather,toknowthathisstrengthismadeperfectinweakness.ThistimeIfoundmyselfallaloneatthebaseofthestepsandthejumpintototaldarknessseemedalmostinvitingforthepainthatIwasin.TodieforChristwastotrulyliveforhimandtoliveforChristwastodietoselfandIjumped!Thesuddenstoponanothersteptookmybreathaway,thinkingIwasfallingfromamuchgreaterheightandthenfeelinggroundsosuddenly,completelytookmebysurprise.Othatonewouldcontinuetofalldailyfromsuchalevelasthis,tonot

getsohighupononesplatformthatthefallisthentosomeevenuntophysicaldeath.ThegroundbegantoshiftinanupwardmotionandIfoundmyselfinanelevator,acrystalclear,glasselevator,overlookingaverylargecity;Iwastotallycoveredindivineprotection.AsIlookedtomyleftIcouldseethe"WelcometoHollywood"signandalthoughIknewIwasinavision,IphysicallyfeltpresentinthiscityandthatitsomehowheldaveryspecialkeyinthenextmoveofGod.Thiswasntarevivalthatwouldsweepacity,stateorevenanationbutamoveofGodthatwouldchangetheheartsofmanthroughouttheworld.TheviewfromtheelevatorwaslikepeeringfromthewindowofanairplaneuntiltheFathergentlyguidedmeovertoabeautiful,solidgoldtelescope.AsmyeyesbegantopeerbeyondmyvisionandthroughtheeyesoftheLord,thewholecityopenedupbeforemeandIfelltothegroundtremblinginshockofwhatlaybeforeme.ThecomfortinghandsoftheFathergentlyliftedmeupandplacedmeonceagainbeforethetelescope.IknewtheFatherwasaskingmetoagainlookthroughhiseyesandthatonlybyhisgracewouldIbeabletosurvive.NeverbeforehadIseensuchmassgrossness,massdestructionofmankindinoneplaceasthehordesofhellweresetloose.Themeninblackwerestationedasfarastheeyecouldsee,positionedandreadyforwar.Theywerehoveringovercarsandstandingonbuildings,moviestudiosandchurches,eveninthegraveyardsthereligiousspiritswereeverywhere.Andthentheattackbegan!Themenalldressedneatlyintheirblacksuitsrearedtheiruglyheadsandbecametheevilthattheywere.Theylookedlikewalkingrobotswithfleshhangingfromtheirbodieslikerottingmeat;asslimecameoozingoutfrombetweentheirmissingflesh.Theirteethwereliketheteethofaliongonemad,rippingandtearingatwhatevercametheirway.Manysaintscouldseetheevilandtheybeganshootingthedemonichordewiththeirguns;butwhentheypulledthetriggerallthatcameout

wasasign,alittleredflagthatsaid,'TheEnd.'Therewasnopowerintheirweaponsforitwasallinworksandtheywereovercomebytheevilarmy.However,somesaintswerewalkinginsuchahighlevelofpeacethattheydidnotseemtoevennoticethechaosbeforethem.Likeapackofdogs,demonswouldchargetheirwaybutwouldbeabruptlystoppedintheirtracksandturnaroundinfear.TheyhadnotwieldedaweaponorspokeevenonewordfortheywerewalkingintheauthorityoftheKing;theyhadbecomeawalkingweaponofGod.Isawmanychurchesintheareathatseemedtogounharmedasthedemonsleftthemalone.WhatIthoughtwasthehandofGoduponthemsoontoldmeotherwiseasIwasbroughtdownintothecourtyard.APastorwassharingwithoneofthedeaconsabouthowtheyweregoingtoraisemoneyfortheexpansionofthechurch.Theyfinallyagreedthattheywouldbeginchargingforspecialservicesthattheywouldholdontheweekends,healingservices,revivalservicesandthemoneytheyraisedwouldbeusedtoexpandthechurchevenmore.Atfirstthisallseemedverygood,likeapastorwantingtofeedhissheepandbringinthelost.ButthenmyeyeswereopenedevenmoreandIcouldseethisman'sfuture.Yes,hewouldbuildalargerchurchandyes,byGodsgracesoulswouldbesaved;buthewouldsoonbesoovercomewithgreedthathewasgoingtofallandfallhard.Theenemyknewthisandwassettingthepastorfreefromhisattacksbecausehewasalreadyontheroadtodestruction."Woetohimwhodefraudsandheapsupevilforhimself,whosetshisnestonhighthathemaybedeliveredfromevil!Habakkuk2:9Allatoncemyattentionwasbroughttoanoverpassandintoatelevisionstation;likepeeringintothecenteroftheworldthroughalargescreen.Icouldseethemeninblackstillintheirsuits,shootingtinyblackdartsintomanytalentedartistswhothenwouldproduceshowsfortelevision,fromsitcomstorealityshowsthatweredirectlyfromthepitofhell.

Somehadmissedtheirtargetswhileothershadnoeffect,andsomehitdeadoncausingmuchchaosanddestruction.Manyofthedartsbeingshotwerealcoholism,drugaddiction,lust,greed,jealousyandbitterness.Fromsuicidetomurderjusttonameafew.Themomenttheyenteredthevictimyoucouldseetheirfaceschangeintothatcondition.HowevermanysoulswerealsoflowingintheSpiritoftheLordandtheywereproducingshowsstraightfromheaven,themomentuponfeelingtheenemysdartshittheywouldbreakforthintosongbeforetheLordandthedartswouldimmediatelyfalltotheground."Iamallowingyoutoseemydaughterthatevilmaycomeinmanydisguises;fortheplansthatIhaveforthiscityareplansofgreathopeandgreatprosper.Watchandseetruebeautyarisefromtheashesofthisgrave,watchandseethedeadawaken;asiftheyhadonlybeenasleep.IwassoovercomewithloveforHollywoodthatIbegantoseewhattheFatherhadbeenspeakingof;theartiststhathewasraisingupstraightfromhisheart.Theywouldbesofullofhisloveandvision,noreligionintheirways,nojudgmentintheirtalkonlypurebraveheartfreedomstraightfromtheKingschambers.Theywillliftuptheirswords,theirwordsandtheirgifts,theywillraisethemhightowardsheavenandtheheavenswillshoutbackinfreedomandinliberty;forwhatwasonceboundbyreligionwasnowsetfree.Ancientpoetrywillarisefromthedeep,Nativetonguewillfallfromthewriterslips,thatwhenspokenforthwillhealmany.Newsongswillemergeinuniquebeat,acadencethatcannotbeduplicatedormanufacturedbyman.WhenthissoundisreleasedeventheearthsatmospherewillshifttorevealtheperfectreflectionoftheKing.TheearthbegantoquiverinagreementtothistruthasIbidthecityfarewell;untilwewouldmeetagain.

BeforeIformedyouinthebellyIknewyou;andbeforeyoucameoutofthewombIsanctifiedyouandIordainedyouaprophettothenations.Jeremiah1:5

ChapterTen;Level5TheRevolvingDoor

IbegantotakeawalktowardasimplelookingchurchjustoutsidethecityandIwasgreetedbyanelderlymantrimmingthehedges.Besidehimwasanoldfadedwoodensignthatread:LevelFive.Ihavebeenwaitingforyou,hereplied.Andatthosewordshittingmelikeawaveofelectricityeverythingbegantofeelsofamiliar,soperfect,Icouldfeeldestinyarrive;IwasrightwhereIwassupposedtobe.Icouldseetheheartsofmanysaintsacrossthenationscomingtogetherindivineconnections;aunionofthosewhohadbeenwaitingontheLordwithmanywhohadbeenrunningfromtheircall.Suchfruitionofthewombbroughtforthtolife;likeabirthofhiscreationthroughus.Beforewewerecreatedinourmother'swomb,wewereknown.Theelderlymanthenheldouttomehiswrinkledhandfrommanydaysinthesun,andIknewhewasEnoch.ThemomentmyspiritrecognizedthatthiswasEnoch,hisappearancechangedlikeonemightchangeclothing.Before,hewasdressedasahumblegardenerandnowasonewhomightlivebythebeach.Hisbeigepantswererolledupjustbelowthekneesandhehadonaverycrisp,whiteshirt.Hishairwaswhiteassnowreachingtohisneckwithahandsomewhitebeard;muchwisdominhisdress.Ithinkwhatsurprisedmethemostwerehisglasses;Iwouldntthinkonewouldneedtheminheaven?AsifreadingmythoughtsEnochreplied:Icometomanydressedoftheoccasionathand;howeverIamneededforthemoment.Atthishewentovertoalargeboulderandsatdownandbegantowriteasifhewerejournalingourconversation.SohungrytoknowwhatEnochwaswriting,Iquicklykneltathisfeetasonemightsitatthefeetoftheirgrandfatherwhoiseagertotellastory.EnochscounselflowedfromhislipslikepoetryinmotionasIgaveeartoeveryword.Thislevelrequiresthereleaseofallofoneskeysinordertogoany

further,itiswheremostwhohavetraveledthisway,havestoppedandturnedaround.ItriedwarningthemofthedangerofholdingontoonesselfthatwhichbelongedtotheKing,buttheyhadbecometoobeholdenuponthegifttheyhadreceivedmorethantheirMaker.ThegiftisnotinthetreasuremyfriendbutinHewhostandsatthedoorandknocks;whenbutevenacrackisexposed;Genesisawakens.Muchtruthinthisdecree,formanytimesinthepastItoohaddonethesameandIknewtoheedEnochswarningascomingstraightfromtheFatherhimself.Ididnotwishtoplacemyfeetonanyterritory,norgothroughanygatesthatwerenotintheplansoftheLord,soIplacedtheringofkeysintohishands.Forhowwouldamanbebenefited,ifheshallgainthewholeworld,andlosehisownsoul?Orwhatshallamangiveinexchangeforhissoul?Matthew16:26Enochsograciouslyslippedintomyhandsamuchworn,parchedpieceofpaperfromhisnotebookandIknewourvisitwascomingtoanend.TherewerestillsomanyquestionsIwantedtoaskhim,ahungerinsideofmetoknowsomeofthehiddenmysteriesofthismanofGod.AsIlookedupintohiseyesIliterallyfeltlikeIhadbeensittinghereformanyyears,thenhewasgone.Islowlyopenedupthemessagefromoldandthewordspenetratedquicklymyheart;encirclingaboutasiftheyhadwings.Upanddownthepathwaytheyflew,leavingbehindthousandsofinfantseeds.Everyplacethatthesoleofyourfootwilltreadupon,thathaveIgivenuntoyou!Everyplacethatthesoleofyourfootwilltreadupon,thathaveIgivenuntoyou!Everyplacethatthesoleofyourfootshalltreadupon,itshallbeyours,asIpromisedMoses.Joshua1:3Everythingseemedtomoveinslowmotionasmyfeetbecameentangled

intheground.NolongerwasIstandingonacementpathwaybutfreshsoilandIhadrootscomingoutfromthesolesofmyfeetthatwentdeepintotheearth.EveryplacethatmyfeetdidtouchItookwithmeashareoftheterrain,andinreturnmanyseedswereplanted.Ihadnowbecomethekeysthatifheldontobyselfwouldhavebeentomyjourneyitsruin;butintheirrelease,mydeliverance.Justthenalargewhiteeagleappearedbeforeme,establishinghimselfinfrontofarevolvingwhitedoor.Theeaglewasenormousinsizeandstature,lookingasifhehadjustcomefromfightinginaseriousbattle.TherewasbloodbeneathhiswingsandalsoaroundhisneckasIreachedouttosomehowtryandcomforthim.Iwastotallysurprisedwhentheeaglenudgedalittlecloser,acceptingmymeagershowofkindness.Isomehowknewwithoutanywordsexchangedthatthisbeautiful,whitewarringeaglehadbeenprotectingme,protectingtheFathersvisioninsideofme.Theeaglethenspoke:Ihavebeenwithyousinceyouwereyoung,frominfancytilnow.However,youmaynotrecognizemeforItoowasjustaneaglet;togetherwehavegrown,nurturedandtaughtofGodforthisgreattime.TherearemanyeaglesbeingcalledtoshowthemselvesasIhavetoyouinsomeverystrategicplacesallovertheworld,andtosomeevenuntotheirdeath.Wearenotallthesame;wehavemanydifferentnames,positionsandranks.Wealsohaveadeeprespectforoneanothernomatterwhatposition,fromtheknowntotheunknown,toworktogetherinaholyunityfortheKing;forthisisthetruekingdomofGod.ThereweremanytimesinthedesertwhenIhavefedyouandmanytimesyourcouragehasfedme.TimeswhenIhadthoughtIlostyouandhowbrokenmyheartwas,andmanytimeswhenIwantedtoleaveyouwithouteverlookingback.IhadtochucklewhentheeaglesaidthisforIknewhowdifficultIhadbeenovertheyears;mystubbornnesshasbeenmydownfallmanytimes.SobernessbegantowashovermeasIwasremindedinmyspiritofmy

disobediencetotheFather,andhowhisgraceandlovesawmethrough.Suchloveandjoycameovermeatwhatseemedareunitingofachildhoodfriendship;althoughwehadreallyneverparted.TheeagleswillingnesstokeepthemessageoftheKingsafeevenuntohisowndeathwasaloveliketheloveIhadseenintheeyesofJoanofArc.Theeagleknowingmythoughtsrespondedashisbloodmixedwithhistearstouchedmyfingers.IcomefromthesamebloodlineastheeaglethatwassenttoJoanofArc.Manyeagleshavebeensentforththroughoutthegenerations;amartyrsdeathtobeholdandtheirtorchescontinuetoburn.Somehoweverdidnotuniteintheircommissioningandsotheypartedseparateways;thinkingtheywouldcontinueonlytofindsorrowintheirdays.Thisisaholyunion;amatrimonyofsaints,divineunityofspirits,forwearetheEaglesofReformation.Thelastwordreformationhitmyspiritlikeamassivetidalwavethatsentmeflyinginmidair.Allthewhilethesoundofhissingwasechoinginmyears,asIlandedhardonthesurfacebelow.Thepreciousmomentswiththeeagleseemedtohaveallbutvanishedasdarkcloudsbegantorollin.Iwasnowstandinginalong,darkhallwayandtherevolvingdoorseemedtobeevenfurtherfromsight.Thehissinggrewlouderandlouder,andwhatevercourageIhadfeltmomentsearlierasmysolestouchedtheearthwascompletelygoneasifithadneverexisted.ThepresenceofevilwassostronguponmysoulthatIliterallythoughtIwasinhell.ThesmellwasnotonlyintoxicatingbutIcouldtasteitsugliness,andIfeltasvileastheevilsurroundingme;asifIwasevilitself.Isodesperatelywantedtocryoutbutmyvoiceseemedtobestucksomewheredeepinsidemythroat,andmykneeswerebecomingweakerandweakerandIbegantofall.Allofasuddenavoicesoundedfrombehindtherevolvingdoorthatstoodmeuprightinmyplaceandsetmyfeetagain,solidupontheground.NolongerwasIstandingonmyownforIhadnostrength;theSound

madeitswaythroughmybonesandquicklytookitsplace."Howeasyitistorelyonone'sownself;whenselfisfedbyego'slies.Butwhenselfisdeniedofone'sowndevice,thenItheMakercancomeandmakemyabodeinthee;notbypowernorbymightbutbymyspiritsaystheLord!HowIcriedwhenhisvoiceechoedthroughmeknowingIwassoundeservingofhislove,yethislovesaturatedmelikewarmhoneyandallevilwasgone.IthoughtofthedaywhenJesuswasnailedtothecross,ladeninoursin;helookeduptotheFatherandcriedoutinaloudvoice,saying:"Eli,Eli,lmanashabachthani?MyGod,myGod,forthisIwaskept"AllthepainthatJesusenduredthatday,allthemockingandthebeatingshadcomedowntothis;hisbloodshedonthecrosssothatwemaytrulylive,hisdestinyfulfilled!Allofasuddenaround,jewellikebuttonappearedinmidairdirectlyinfrontofme,itscolorswerelikeaglisteningrainbow.Ireachedouttotouchitsbrillianceandmyhandwentcompletelythroughthejewel;aliquidjewelasIwassweptthroughthecolorsitself.Icouldseefaraheadintothefutureasifthefuturewasalreadyhere,andtheliquidcolorssurroundingGod'schildrenwereeverywhere;wewerelikewalkingliquidrainbows.Thelostweresodrawntothecolorssurroundingusthattheywouldwalkrightthroughthemandimmediatelybehealed.ThesecolorscameintheformofmusicstraightfromtheheartoftheKing,divineartworkandnewwritings.Isawthemostbeautifulchildrensbooksbeingbirthedandsotoocolorsoncanvas;andtheywerecreatedbychildrenthemselves.Icouldseetheeyesofthesaintsilluminated;rejuvenatedtothemagnitudeofChristwithinthem,asjustintheirpassingmanywerehealed.AsIpulledmyhandoutIwasonceagainawareofdangerlurkingintheairandthesoundofhissingpollutingmyears.

"Iambringingyouuphighermydaughterwhichinfactisacalltogoyetevendeeper,tonotonlyseeevilbutfeelitspresencelikeneverbefore.Mychildrenmustbepreparedforthedarknessahead,foralthoughIwillneverleavethemitwillrequiremuchfaith;andfaithwithoutworksisdead.Justasyouhadtoreachoutandtouchthejewel;makingthatwhichwaswaitingforyou,appear.Soakingin