VISIONS

It all began in the “natural,” a week-ago Thursday, two days before I left for Israel. The sky was mostly clear, but there were three very long narrow clouds across the sky. Stars were everywhere, even poking through those clouds. There was no moon but the light of the stars was sufficient for sight. It was breath-taking and cold. 

The next night, Shabbat, a friend and I were holding hands, awed by the sky. In exactly the same spot, two long thin clouds, just like the three the night before, were crossing the star studded sky. Praising God, we exclaimed at their beauty. Then we went inside. A few minutes later, when we came back out, the two long thin clouds had disappeared, or rather had turned perpendicular to where they had been.  They were now a couple of  handfuls of shorter clouds, all exactly the same length, width and height, each divided into five or six equidistant parts by thin vertical lines, stacked neatly on top of each other.  It seemed that they were staring at us, while presenting themselves to us. Seeing to be seen. On top of each one was rounded, scalloped, lacy embroidery. These formations were directly in front of us, like a beautiful army in regalia. Above us was what looked like a giant angel with outstretched wings that embraced the sky over our heads.  Normal? Hardly! Seen in the natural, by our very human eyes? Yes!

We marveled at this for a few minutes, then went inside to attend to something. When we came back out there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

The next night, flying from Charlotte to Miami, on my way to Israel, a miraculous spectacle happened. On the surface, the heavy, billowing, clouds, outside the plane window, appeared calm, but underneath an inferno was unfolding. It was astoundingly beautiful but almost shocking in its vibrancy. I have attached photos. Note the shifting colors as night descended. 

Then Monday night, in israel, during a worship set, I suddenly couldn’t move. I was transported to heaven, in a vision, seated in a throneroom, a throneroom of judgement, where the Lord looked like pure light. It was a solemn occasion and there were Spirit beings all around a crystal clear table. The Father was at the head of the table. I sat directly across from Him. The Spirit beings, dressed in solemn colors of dark blues and lavenders, mixed in with silver, were sitting around the table. They were scribing with ink pens of light, and they were scribing on parchment scrolls of light. The walls were pink and spongy.  They exuded cantaloupe colored light.  I was being judged, not for evil or good, but for capacity. My capacity was being judged and where it was deficient it was being corrected and expanded. Every word said to me by YHVH Himself, and His angels/spirits, calmly, peacefully penetrated into my being with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel, cutting away whatever interfered with God’s capacity within me. At the same time they imprinted into me the courageous capacity the LORD was giving me. God asked questions and the beings answered, and sometimes I answered, and sometimes He answered Himself. I was completely exalted in Him, at attentive rest. Yeshua was seated at my left and the Holy Spirit at my right. The vision ended as the worship came to a close. 

Then, at another worship gathering, I had another vision, in which many people raucously and joyously entered an airplane which took off into the stratosphere. As it rose, the actual worship in the room got more and more beautiful, rising in anointing and unity. Meanwhile, in the vision, the spaceship, which the airplane had become, kept rising and rising. Eventually, the spaceship arrived in heaven and everybody ascended out of its top in a translucent gorgeous multi colored regalia of light. The main colors were purples, blues, silvers, and pinks, but there were other colors as well. Shortly after that, the actual worship came to a close. Throughout the journey, the physical had matched the spiritual. The worship on earth had reflected exactly what God was showing me. On earth as it is in heaven. Afterwards, the leader described his experience of us all becoming one voice rising, ascending, blessing the Lord, together. 

Beautiful, spectacular, but each vision hinted of a warning:  

The clouds which changed shape under the starlit sky, so exactly and specifically resembling each other, with little equidistant vertical lines, could only be messengers from heaven.  (I wonder if they were harbingers of my coming judgment later that week.)

The sunset clouds, seen from the airplane, on my trip to Miami, were stunning, but some kind of major conflict was being expressed through them.  

The judgment scene itself was so serious and holy I don’t know how to speak about it.  But it contained a warning: don’t get in the way of the Living God!

The spaceship image was some kind of rapture.  Was it only in the Spirit?  Was it in  the physical as well? So it seemed.

And then … the next visions were tragic.  

People, like toddlers, were trying to suck milk from a man’s hairy chest. The hairs felt like spikes, like thorns, and of course, there was no milk. The people were miserable from unfulfilled expectations, and hungry.  The man was proud and capacious.  He was sure his breasts would supply milk. He blamed the children for not finding any. If the children starved, it was their fault.  He was there to feed them.

The second vision was of a “fountain,” only it was a fountain of sand, and there was no water to be found. It was beautiful and lifeless, like a corpse.  

God’s heart cry.  His sorrow. Wracking my heart. That proud man’s hairy breast. The look in his eyes.  Defiant.  Haughty. Ugly. Real. 

And yet … God’s joy in worship, tearing down the veil between heaven and earth.  His angels penetrating earth in miraculous array.  His capacious judgment of growth over us. The veil so thin, it sometimes disappears.

What a contrast! We must pray.  We must reach out.  We must intercede.  Through worship. Through praise. Through love. Through truth. Through those things that cause us to rise high into God’s Kingdom, lying prostrate at His Feet. 

May God prepare His way within and through us. May He have His way within each one of us. May we never limit Him. May we be like Yeshua, the very Word of God, made flesh, who could only speak the words His Father gave Him to say, could only do what His Father gave Him to do.  May we know that degree of intimacy with the One we love more than Life Itself:  YHVH, His Son Yeshua, and His Holy Spirit.  On earth as it is in Heaven. Amen. Amen. Shalom.