A Walk in the Sun – It is Time.
Bob Neumann
Dear Bill,
something "dark and foreboding" has been stirring since the first of this year. I did not send this to you because at the time I was really struggling to understand what was going on myself. I have been corresponding at flowing with what Bill and Marsha
Burns, Marty and Kimi Sayers, Harley Hickling, Judy Curmi, and Priscilla Van Sutphan have been sharing. I think that is the real goal of being in SCRIPTURAL UNITY ......HARMONY is the more accurate term. I know you are probably swamped
with stuff.....please forgive me "dumping" a whole lot more in a short time. I pray that you catch a bit of the "scent" I have been chasing.... it is exhilarating....and unsettling at the same time... dog
January 12, 2000 9:09 PM
Men of Harlech
YO WILLIAM AND MARVELOUS.......... just got a little "zap".... seems like I got a wake up notice a wile back and never responded....I guess I'm gettinggggggg sssssllllloowwwwwwww......
SHEMUEL, I have a word for you My son. I say "Shake off the dust. Rise up. I have set My intercessors to war on your behalf. That which has been hindering you has been broken." I call out to you "SHEMUEL come, now ! Come again into the Valley of Vision. I will renew you strength and I will take you higher. I said I will lift you up. It is for such a time as this that I have called you. Get up dog ! We are not only not finished yet We are just about to begin a New Day.
This came to me at 11:45 PM 1/1/2000
With Love and Prayer
Marty Sayers
I guess the problem is I have not felt to much like SHEMUEL.....of late.
but in the last few days without internet and TV and other distractions I got pulled back into the fight.... as seen with my posts to the watchman/seer sight....which you now have. but while I was forwarding these to you I had one of those Deja Vu again things.....but no HIGHWAYMAN...
now things this flaky give me chills....remember a year ago when we went through this....
well here goes.... I began hearing the song Men of Harlech in my spirit. freaked me out. has been awhile since the heavens have opened to me. and there I was in battle dress and Alice pack 12 gage in hand. I was going through a building dark/smokey/with a horrible stench...... and I was singing this song. Welsh battle song. a song calling to withstand the attack. against larger number.... here are the words.....if you get chills don't blame me..........
Men of Harlech stop your dreaming
Can't you see their spear points gleaming
See their warrior's pendants streaming
To this battle field.
Men of Harlech stand ye steady
It cannot be ever said ye
For the battle were not ready
Stand and never yield.
Through the hills surrounding
Let this war cry sounding
Summon all to Cambria's call
The mighty force surrounding.
Men of Harlech onto glory
This shall ever be your story
Keep this fighting words before ye
Cambria(Welshmen never)will not yield.
now I was not in any open field....any trench....it was inside..... and I heard one simple sentence.....and things went wild........ "MY FATHER'S HOUSE IS A HOUSE OF PRAYER AND THEY HAVE MADE IT A DEN OF THIEVES" and then things got vividly graphic. details are not important..... cleansing the TEMPLE is not going to be easy because of the "stuff" that has resided there. BILL...MARSHA.... this is the job ahead.
As I even write this I have another "old" song I am humming.... it might be more familiar but it has a line that when I came to it I thought for a second to delete this whole post but I was told not to. it has been a long time since ABBA has spoken. and there is a warning I need to send. "BEWARE, THE SNARES HAVE BEEN LAID EVEN IN THE HOUSE THEY CLAIM AS MINE. ANTICIPATE THE TRAPS AND MOVE WITH CAUTION AS YOU MOVE WHERE THE ENEMY THINKS HE COMMANDS. BE VIGILANT AND FOCUSED FOR THE FAINT WILL PRECEDE THE ATTACK. STAND AND
BE STRONG FOR I HAVE ARMED AND TRAINED YOU FOR THIS TIME."
and for the song and the line that "zapped" me I think it will be obvious.
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy right shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's steel
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!
selah
shemuel
As i started this i looked at my watch and it was 4:44....and deja-vu again. Years ago we "played" with how and when THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT would awaken us and lead us by the #'s on the clock...or snatches of melody...or images in our spirits. All they were was milepost images to get us from there to here. All of us.... some of us have covered a whole lot of miles and a whole lot of tears. others have never
moved from where they started. But maybe that is how it was meant to be.
I am sure not in any place to judge anyone else....
I keep thinking that there is nothing KING JESUS can or will do that should surprise me. And then something(s) happen and i realize what an idiot i am. Because it is not one song, or image, or scripture, or dream, or vision....but a whole bunch...one after another. Eventually
even an old dog figures out THE MASTER has a few "new tricks" HE wants me to learn.
Again, all of this is image upon image. And if i who am in the front seat of this spiritual roller coaster ride am short a few answers, then if whoever reads this doesn't get it....i won't get bent out of shape.
Sunday i had a most vivid image....vision...walk in the SECOND HEAVEN....and i began to "sit" on it. On Wednesday...i think...i got something else. The difference between the two so dramatic it is hard to discern how to proceed. Then Sr Edith asks about a song....but i had my own song i was "chewing on" actually several...but the point got to me.....
"Gimme the beat boys and free my soul I wanna get lost in your rock and roll,................"
at first i tried to remember the lyrics...could not...but i kept HEARING... SWEPT AWAY.... but it was "DRIFT AWAY".... similar images but not the same....
"gimme the beat" was going well with another "song" i was hearing...
"DID THEY BEAT THE DRUMS SLOWLY.... DID THEY PLAY THE PIPES LOWLY.... DID THEY PLAY THE DEATH MARCH WHEN THEY LOWERED YOU DOWN...." goes well with "DID THE BAND PLAY WALTZING MATILDA...."
dead and wounded men who stood in the battle line....that is the images... nice follow up from MEN OF HARLECH AND THE MINSTREL BOY it seems. but that is where THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT reminded me it is all a matter of cadence as i listened to the laughter of MY KING. all my life i have followed the image of Henry David Thoreau....heathen though he may have been... about following a different drummer.....and the beat and measure "i" hear in my spiritman.
i am what i am because HE HAS CHOSEN....HE, THE CREATOR and THE MASTER CRAFTSMAN....no matter what "image" HE allows me to see and to share. HE WAS...HE IS...HE WILL FOREVER BE...
and that is all that is "real"...everything else is images....
THE WALL
SO....i found myself being awakened....second time in the last two visions.... by a gentle tap on my right shoulder. It was a shoe with a brilliant "spit-shine" and i looked up into HIS FACE...and HIS SMILE. He was dressed once again in a military uniform with a razor crease in the pants and a eastern headcover with gold cords. My first thought was HE is not a western KING...OR GENERAL...no matter how much we want to "americanize" HIM. At this point i "noticed" myself. I was propped up on my good old Alice pack, boots were off and i had been sleeping against a "stone wall" in the middle of a huge field. I had a "baseball" cap pulled over my eyes and felt no strong desire to stand up.
THE KING was sitting on the stone wall and watching the activities in the field. Alongside me i realized that in similar uniform and stages of awakening were four others...men who i had "walked" with, had been in "the trench" with. The only difference was head gear. Two had boonies on, one a slouch hat, one a cover like THE KING...a burnoose" ?? ?? ????? it mattered little...we were all armed differently too.
Once again i had a BAR.....but it was never used in this vision.
As i "awakened" i felt another nudge and THE KING passed me a large mug. Identical to the one HE GAVE me once at the beach...a different vision. And i passed it on till all six of us were drinking and i realized how dry i had gotten. And once again the cup would "fill itself" as i drank. So i had no doubt that what was in front of me was "not of GOD"....but could not figure it out.
There were thousands of people making one whole lot of noise and moving around. I looked up at THE KING and was about to speak when HE SAID..."DON'T ASK ME DOG, IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME."
And the next thing i know i am pulling on my boots and standing up...mug in hand. As i walked to the "crowd" i heard one comment..."BEHAVE YOURSELF DOG..." and remembered the last time HE had said that and realized this was not going to be fun.
THE ARMY(?????)
I was walking by a lot of people in utter chaos. Somewhere ahead of me was my destination and i was in no hurry to get there. I could feel the stares as i walked by. The first thing i noticed was all the different colors and styles of uniforms milling about. And the people shouting out orders. And then it hit me....it was like a "massed band" where all the high school bands, drill teams, drum and bugle corps were put together. But there was no cohesion here. Eventually i got to the "center" of the line and i had a repeat of an older memory. Before me was this small woman in a "napoleon" outfit shouting orders. As i stood there watching her shouting one moment and giggling the next i kept drinking from the mug and getting a buzz. It would have been funny except the strong smell of dragon she had. Eventually the "army" came into ranks i watched the "little general" put "gold stars" on some of the uniformed "people". You know...the ones you licked and but on papers....teachers used to do this in school to "reward" children who "did well".
That was just one of many things that bothered me.
Eventually the "army" was close to being in order and "the little general" and many others came forward and got in a group. They were arguing about who was in command.
Several faces, like the "little general" were familiar. But most were not and i really did not care. All this time i never looked behind myself because i "knew" that the "enemy" was behind me. Not really an issue...i had my mug and THE KING was in sight. THE PROBLEM was these "uniformed" generals and field marshals who had no idea that THE LAMB OF GOD was sitting there and watching the whole thing.
"EXCUSE ME>>>" i shouted in my best Steve Martin impression. And they stopped and were silent... and stared at me. "What do you think you are doing?" I guess the shock of some dirty, smelly person daring to approach them was unbearable for a few of them. I had no false imagination of how i must have looked...and i could sure notice the strong scents in the air. Sweat and dirty and nothing compared to the "odors" these "people" had. But i notice those things.... The woman from the 7th THUNDER just stared at me. But one of the men grabbed my arm and tried to pull me away. I did not move.
Another man came up to me and said something like..."Don't you know who "we" are?" and i laughed...and said... "I have no idea who you bozos are and could care less....." At this point the woman straightened herself up and took a step towards me. "WE COMMAND THE ARMY OF GOD AND ARE ABOUT TO ATTACK THE BEAST!"
all around there were mutterings of agreement with her words.
"lady, " i began, "you stink of the dragon and you and your friends were never sent to do this."
At that she pointed past my shoulder and said..."there is the BEAST."
Slowly i looked behind and saw a huge "ziggurat"...like the Aztec pyramid with levels. At the top was a throne with a very large "bubba" sitting there and i had the feeling he/it was glaring at me. I sensed i had messed up somebody's party and felt like laughing.
"That is not one of the dragons, lady," i began, "and you should know that. He's a big "bubba", but i have seen bigger. You can not do this."
At this point the man that had spoken to me pushed at my chest and said "who do you think you are..." he probably had a lot more to say but my hand around his throat ended the conversation. "it ain't who i am that matters, bubba," i replied, "it is what i am..." the poor old guy who had been desperately pulling on my arm ceased and asked....
"who are you?" i guess the bright purple coloring of the idiot who i was holding up by his throat bothered him. but he had asked nicely...so i told him..."i'm the old dog".... at that point i recognized the old guy who was now seriously trying to move away from me. and i put the first guy down...he turned from purple to red very quickly.
"These people were not called by THE KING to do battle today.", was all i had to say. The woman again pointed toward the pyramid and said..."the enemy is there..." and i pointed towards the KING and said...."AND THE LAMB OF GOD IS OVER THERE..." and everything got quiet.
I looked back at the "enthroned principality" and the three "legions" that stood waiting for battle. "so what will it be people", i asked, "do you play your games or do you kneel before THE KING?"
As i think back, it was a stupid question....none of them "saw" THE KING.
But we were at an impasse....and i had hoped...nothing would happen.
It was then Mr Red Face decided to take a swing at me. I caught his hand in mid punch and was about to say something about wanting to tearing off his head and "spitting" down his throat when THE KING "cleared HIS THROAT''....gently and i let go.
But what everyone heard was a peal of thunder and our little lady general jumped at it. "GOD has given us a sign! We march to victory!"....and there were cheers in the ranks.
And i felt sick.
I looked at the "brightly colored army" and realized they were going to march no matter what.... so i pointed toward where THE KING who continued to sit and watch.....and shouted... "If any of you can see or hear THE KING, break ranks and go to HIM." and i watched as some hesitantly did so...but they were few. Then i pointed towards the demonic legions and shouted.... "If any of you do not see what you are fighting against, stop now." this time many just started running....like they never wanted to be there in the first place.
But "the army" reformed into ranks....the "generals" were "good"...people jumped for them. And out of nowhere i heard this "drum roll"....many in the ranks had little "tin" drums and were banging away. I could hear "horns" being blown...a real plastic sound like at a basketball
game. I watched as the army marched around me. And suddenly there was "the little general" with plastic sword in hand shouting encouragement at the backs of those she had coerced into marching to battle. i was *******!!!! i grabbed her by the back of her oversized collar and dragged, carried her through the ranks and to the front of "the army"....all i said was ...."you wanted to lead them...lead them...."
and i threw her towards the demon line. and once again the army walked around me...to battle.
THE BATTLE
I call it a battle...but it was not. I heard shouts from demonic mouths and then screams.... and then watched as "the army of GOD" broke ranks and fled. In moments all i saw were the backs of those pretty uniforms. And then i looked at the fallen and thought...it wasn't so bad. And i immediately thought of the line from the movie A WALK IN THE SUN that had bothered me...and i understood.
The next moment the other four were with me and we were among the fallen. Dressing wounds and injuries. And i noticed that the "few" who had seen THE KING were trying to help and were quick to take direction
from us. In fairly short order the fallen "warriors" had been moved and treated. Some of the few stayed and i noticed many would sneak peaks at Bubba and the Legions.
I understood their thoughts. The enemy can be intimidating. But i heard one of the four answer a question i did not hear.... "they will do nothing child, because they do not want to face THE LAMB."
i do not know who asked or who answered , but it was true.. always had been true. I guess i was staring at the pyramid and the false thrown and thinking too long when i heard a voice...."it still is not yet our time dog".... and i heard laughter from the demonic legions. the laughter was mixed with curses and blasphemies. and i remembered i was a soldier
under discipline. i do what i am told. or as i am permitted.
THE SONG
I just stared at the principality and waited. Out of nowhere i began to hear a "song" and began to hum. After a little while the "words" came and i began to sing a little ditty. A bit of joy and a bit of sadness.
I started to move my feet and noticed my four brothers were joining me in THE SONG. As the SONG became stronger and faster i was dancing.... by myself. Nothing new. And i realized HE was beside me clapping and singing. and again i heard a shout..."it is not our time"....and i thought...why not. There we were five hounds and THE LAMB singing and dancing....oblivious of the situation around us.
And i felt BATTLE SONG DEEP inside me, wanting to come out.
"MASTER?", i asked. "Isn't it a beautiful day that you have made?"
HE SMILED at me as HE and the other four stopped dancing.
"DO YOU HEAR A SONG OLD DOG?" and i could "hear" it in my bones. First was the sound and then came some words. The next thing i noticed i was starting a "jig". My brothers looked like they too were "hearing it" and were joining me. And in the far distance i could hear the faint sounds of WAR DRUMS and TRUMPETS. "LORD," i asked, "It is a good day to die. TO WALK...." all HE SAID was "IT'S TIME"....
and THE ROAR CAME FORTH as everything changed....
and five streaks of black lightening struck the ranks of the demonic legions. all i remember was going through and up....and i struck the false thrown and tumbled over and off the back of the pyramid. all five of us stood there and looked....the pyramid was a facade. a hollywood prop of plywood and plaster....not stone. a principality had fallen, and legions destroyed.
a moment later we stood beside THE KING and our black armor became iridescent as HE WAS GLORIFIED.
and the vision ended.
there is much about this vision that has bothered me. especially in the events that preceded it and followed it...especially what followed.
there is a song that i have heard since the second vision...the one not yet written... i do not like the song....but the chorus keep piercing me....
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh
This is just where I came in
[Bridge]
Hope rides on
But I'll go anywhere
Yes, I'll go anywhere with you
Time has gone
But I'll go anywhere
Yes, I'll go anywhere with you
[Chorus]
This is the danger zone
This is where I came in
They know not what they do
Forgive them all their sins
They know they cannot take away
What you have given me
No one can take from me what HE HAS GIVEN... and for what we are about to receive may we be truly grateful.
dog
Bob Neuman
7/5/98@ 9:15 early in intercessory prayer....
I heard the SPIRIT OF THE LORD ask: "HAVE YOU NOTICED A CHANGE?"
Since 9pm the night before I had heard and been hearing "BATTLE SONG" in my spirit and the sound of Metal on Metal without any rhythm or sense to it.
My answer was, ''Yes,LORD!"
The SPIRIT said, "BE STILL AND LISTEN". I began to hear the "Prayer" around me. 'THE SONG' around me...and I came into agreement with THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT that there was no change.....the same old same old.....everyone was in the same pattern....same tone....same individualities....
separate ''prayer'' warriors....no soldiers.....
THE SPIRIT OF THE LORD said: "YOU CAN'T SING THEIR SONGS AND THEY DO NOT HEAR THE RHYTHM YOU HEAR.''
In my spirit a new song began....like a battle song: It was deep....hard....pounding.....
I saw a long line of men with long bars moving with the song. I heard "THE CAPTAIN" singing the SONG, setting the CADENCE. GANDY DANCERS moved the iron of the rails together as one man, brute force shaping cold iron to the WILL of THE MOST HIGH.
(The night before the Prophet Jerry Vaughn spoke of CFWC as a place where many train tracks converge going in and none went out)
Then suddenly, I saw the 'hub' of CFWC, as the Prophet had spoken the night before, many lines of rail coming into the 'hub' and none going out. Looking down from far above. it was obvious to see that all these lines were of different ''gages''...... many obviously very narrow and a few obviously too wide to
believe. THE SPIRIT OF THE LORD said "WALK THE LINES"....
I walked one after another....none had been laid well. Ties were not uniform..... rails not aligned properly.... spikes missing....rails rusted with lack of traffic obvious...
I had a sense of 'anger' rise up in me that so much shoddy work had been done. So much repeated labor had been wasted.
THE SPIRIT OF THE SOVEREIGN LORD spoke: "THEY ALL LEAD IN AND NOTHING LEADS OUT!''
I stood in the hub and before me was a huge stack of Ties and Rails.....WAITING.....WAITING.... and MY CAPTAIN STOOD BEFORE ME IN FULL ARMOR......
To the side I saw 'men' milling around sort of killing time. As I watched there was a strange passing of time as 'men' came 'in' and 'men' wandered away.
I 'saw' CFWC over the years as TIES, RAILS, and SPIKES had been positioned workers had been gathered awaiting the MO'ED....THE SET TIME....
Then suddenly I 'heard' the "WHOOSH" of RAW POWER!!!! I turned to see the front of a HUGE "STEAM" LOCOMOTIVE with the "COW CATCHER" literally touching my knees. and I felt the HEAT...smelled the STEAM and I heard the "METAL SOUND" again as the wheels and metal moved the half inch it took to put pressure on my legs.
I turned to see two lines of 'men' moving to HIS SONG.... dropping ties....moving ''iron''....and driving spikes.... I felt HIS HAND on my shoulder and I turned to see my CAPTAIN still in ARMOR.
HE said the WORDS I have waited so long to hear..." IT IS TIME!!!"..... As I looked into HIS EYES I realized HE was still in BATTLE ARMOR and I was covered in dust, wearing jeans and jacket. As HE LAUGHED HE turned me once again to see the GANDY DANCERS laying track. This time I saw 'crew captains' at intervals. With each 'crew captain' there was a ''gandy singer' leading the SONG....marking the cadence. Each captain and each singer wore the same jacket and jeans...covered by dust and sweat as I was...
Suddenly I was aware of the 'smell' of hard-hot-work and tasted the dryness of the dust and sensed that this was not a 'one days work' but many long hard days.. I turned to MY CAPTAIN and HE NODDED HIS AGREEMENT. I watched the track being laid....
Then once again I 'heard' the sound of "Metal'' and I turned to look at the "IRON HORSE" but saw lines of "LEGIONARIES" in full armor slowly marching toward me. Each ''Platoon" with officers and NCO's....(((( I know US Army and Roman Legion don't mix well...but it did))))
Suddenly there was a slap on my shoulder and I heard the "crash" of raw steel on steel. I turned again to see MY CAPTAIN and again HE SAID, " IT IS TIME".
Once again I heard in my spirit that new "BATTLE SONG". As I began to sing I heard HIS LAUGH AGAIN!!! I turned and we began to run.... (the vision ended and the verse ran through my mind..." I shall run through a troop....)
Bob Neumann
7/5/98@10:20
Vision give while in the Sanctuary before service
I see the Prophet (Jerry Vaughn) walking slowly back and forth in front of the ''congregation''....all standing around. He is wearing a Marine/Army type uniform, crisp creased...campaign hat....rows of decorations on his chest and three ''solid'' chevrons on his sleeve with a long line of ''hash marks''. He is
speaking in a quiet voice of command and everyone is sort of listening. As he walks by me, he gives a half-nod and suddenly roars out in the "voice of command" and suddenly everybody 'snaps to'....
As he walks by a second time, I see the ''congregation'' separated into "units". Now his voice is typical "Drill Instructor"....hard and all knowing(imparting revelation)....
The third time he walks by it is quicker and with more purpose. Now the ''units'' are in dungarees being ''whipped'' into shape.... I am hearing an 'old song' in my spirit and I begin to hum and tap my foot.
I can hear myself and it isn't bothering the DI(drill instructor)Prophet. The words of the song come to mind, "They are tearing me down to build me over again..." and I know... I know... I know
The fourth time the DI passes is slower and becomes faster ....and wisdom is pouring out.........The units now have rifles and helmets standing awkwardly at attention.....
The fifth time the DI passes he is calling cadence and teaching close order drill. Now there are ''corporals''with each unit marking cadence with him....
The sixth time he passes he stops in front of me and gives me a full nod and turns away. I now look and the companies of the Regiment are together in full harness.
AIRBORNE....RANGERS....chamo on face...all identical...all the same 'dogfaces'....
And we are ready....
As we march out we pass the Prophet standing at attention and I see his ID Tag.... "Sgt. Bellows".....
and he says one word....the same word I heard in my spirit during intercessory prayer when the sister spoke about our stepping into the water and then pulling back to describe how CFWC had been in the spirit....
. . . .G E R O N I M O. . . .
(WE ARE ''JUMPING'' INTO THE BATTLE ! ! ! ! ! )
As he said this I "HEARD'' again the laughter of MY CAPTAIN.
As I looked back, instead of the "REGIMENT" I see a huge pack of "HOUNDS".... Once again I am on all fours tasting "snake'' and ''wolf'' and I hear the SPIRIT say, "NO RABBITS TODAY, OLD DOG!'' I howl as the "HOUNDS OF HEAVEN" are released to chase down the enemies of MY KING....
Bob Neumann
Dear Bill,
This week has been a very ''interesting'' one. The highlight being a chance to talk with first Marsha Burns and later Bill Burns. While talking with Bill a couple of strange things occurred that I would have tried to let pass except one that has now repeated itself three times since the original. I will be sending this letter and the ''vision'' to them when I complete it and send to you. Call it "advanced visions 101....KEEPING IT SHORT and SIMPLE''.
While on the phone with Bill Burns I suddenly was standing in the path to GOSHEN where it narrowed. Just as in the vision you posted THE KING stood with me and suddenly handed me THE ROD of IRON. And I was back on the phone with Brother BURNS. I believed I mumbled some inane responses to our good brother. But the shakes never left till long after the phone call ended. Simple ''deja vu'' we could call it except it repeated itself Thursday at @ 3 am in the ER where I worked. Short and simple with nothing added.
Then came Friday Morning after getting home from a long hard night it expanded.
Again I stood in the narrow path and THE KING stood before me. And as the times before I was handed THE ROD of IRON. In the original vision it was the only point I did not mention. I am no more comfortable now as I was then as I remember the coldness and the weight in my hands. But this time my MASTER spoke: "I HAVE GIVEN YOU MY ROD AS MORE THAN A SYMBOL OF AUTHORITY. IT IS A PLEDGE OF MY COVENANT TO YOU. TO DO THE WORK I PLACE IN YOUR HANDS REQUIRES THE EXPENDITURE OF ALL THAT WAS AND IS YOU SHEMUEL. ALREADY OTHERS SEE MY AUTHORITY UPON YOU YET YOU STILL DEFER."
With that HE stepped down the path away from GOSHEN and I quickly followed. Suddenly there was a turn in the path and there stood a great city.
"BEHOLD BABYLON'', stated my KING. "SHORTLY WHEN THE STORM COME MANY WILL FLEE TOWARD GOSHEN, FEW WILL FIND IT UNLESS THERE ARE THOSE WILLING TO LEAD THEM."
As I looked at the city HE turned HIS BACK to the great city and faced me.
"THAT IS THE STRONGHOLD OF THE ENEMY AND AGAINST THEM YOU WILL PREVAIL. FOR MY COVENANT STANDS AS STRONGLY NOW AS WHEN I SPOKE IT TO YOUR FATHER ABRAHAM. YOU WILL STAND FOR THE SAKE OF MY PEOPLE FIRM WITHIN MY COVENANT.''
And as HE finished speaking I began to hear the scripture about the gate of the enemy.
Genesis 22:
16 And said, By myself have I sworn, saith the LORD, for because thou hast done this thing, and
hast not withheld thy son, thine only son:
17 That in blessing I will bless thee, and in multiplying I will multiply thy seed as the stars of the
heaven, and as the sand which is upon the sea shore; and thy seed shall possess the gate of his
enemies;
18 And in thy seed shall all the nations of the earth be blessed; because thou hast obeyed my
voice. (KJV)
And suddenly we were at the narrow path and MY MASTER stood before me, arms crossed and HIS EYES
sparkled with laughter.
"IS MY ROD TOO HEAVY FOR YOU TO CARRY SHEMUEL?"
"No LORD", I replied, "Just doesn't seem right".
and as HE LAUGHED I felt utterly at peace for the first time.
"I STILL AM THE KING, SHEMUEL. IF I CHOOSE TO LET MY SERVANTS CARRY MY WEAPONS AND MY TREASURES WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD OBJECT?''
"I GAVE YOU MY ROD TO USE FOR MY REASONS AND NOT YOURS. IF THE FACT BOTHERS
ANYONE I WILL HAPPILY DISCUSS WITH THEM MY WILL AND MY FATHER'S PURPOSES.
BABYLON WILL BE LESS THAN EAGER TO LOSE MANY IT PRESENTLY HOLDS IN THE
BONDAGES OF DECEPTION AND DELUSION. SO I GIVE YOU IT'S GATE THAT THEY CAN NOT
CLOSE.''
and suddenly HE turned and we now looked at GOSHEN. There in GOSHEN were many already but there was much room for those who will come. As I looked into GOSHEN I sensed we were standing in deep shadow yet all was bright in GOSHEN.
"THE DARKNESS IS DEEP EVERYWHERE BUT IN GOSHEN. THOSE OF YOU WHO KNOW THE
LIGHT AND STAND BENEATH MY BANNER WILL LEAD THE BLINDED OUT OF THE DARKNESS OF THE INDIVIDUAL BABYLONS THAT YOU SEE EVERYDAY. MANY HAVE HEARD MY VOICE SPEAK OF GOSHEN. AND MANY INTERPRET IT IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THAT IS NOT YOUR PROBLEM OLD DOG. YOU ARE AS ALWAYS TO SIMPLY HEAR AND OBEY. IT IS TO YOU I ENTRUST THE GATES OF GOSHEN. IT IS YOU WHO HOLD THE WEAPON TO BREAK THE TEETH OF THE ENEMY. IT IS YOU WHO HOLDS THE BAR THAT SEALS THE GATES OF GOSHEN TO THE ENEMY. "
"I GAVE TO ALL A TWO EDGED SWORD. EACH CHOOSES HOW TO WIELD IT. I HAVE SET ASIDE GOSHEN FOR A REASON AND FOR A SEASON. MANY KNOW NOT THE LOGOS, SO DON'T BE ALARMED WHEN THEY STUMBLE OVER THE RHEMA.''
We stood outside of GOSHEN and I pondered all I had heard. and just as suddenly we stood alone on the narrow path.
"SOME SAY THE STORM COMES, THAT THE FAMINE WILL SOON BEGIN. THEY DECEIVE
THEMSELVES SHEMUEL". with that I heard this scripture in my spirit.....
Genesis 45:
10 And thou shalt dwell in the land of Goshen, and thou shalt be near unto me, thou, and thy
children, and thy children's children, and thy flocks, and thy herds, and all that thou hast:
11 And there will I nourish thee; for yet there are five years of famine; lest thou, and thy
household, and all that thou hast, come to poverty.
12 And, behold, your eyes see, and the eyes of my brother Benjamin, that it is my mouth that
speaketh unto you. (KJV)
Five is the number of GRACE....in the midst of the deep darkness there is a ''season of GRACE'' for the
CHILDREN OF THE LIGHT. A time of ''rest''...."SHABOT". Just as it is WRITTEN....
Exodus 20:10 But the seventh day is the sabbath of the LORD thy God: in it thou shalt not do
any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy
cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates: (KJV)
"THOSE WHO COME WITHIN YOUR GATES WILL COME BECAUSE MY SPIRIT WILL DRAW THEM OUT OF BABYLON AND DIRECT THEM TO THOSE WHO ARE IN COVENANT WITH ME WHO HAVE GOSHEN IN THEIR HEART AND UNDER THEIR FEET. I HAVE PREPARED CITIES OF REFUGE ALL OVER THE WORLD IN MY FATHER'S NAME. I HAVE CHOSEN YOU TO GUARD THE PLACE I HAVE CALLED GOSHEN''.
"MANY HEAR 'GOSHEN' AND THINK OF JOSEPH. THEY PREPARE. MANY HEAR 'GOSHEN' AND THINK MOSES AND THEY AWAIT THE PLAGUES. MANY HEAR 'GOSHEN' AND DO NOTHING. LET THIS NOT BOTHER YOU''.
and suddenly I was back in ''the real world''. and I thought it was over. and suddenly I heard HIS
LAUGHTER...."AND DON'T FORGET OLD DOG I KNOW WHERE I LEFT MY ROD....WHEN I WANT IT BACK I KNOW WHO HAS IT"....
yes, I had to laugh too....but I still had the shakes.
HE will laugh last
selah
old dog at goshen
by Bob Neumann
Yesterday evening service THE MASTER showed me a very firm image of the STRONG MAN....THE GREAT GIANT who has sowed seeds into MY MASTER'S FIELDS to bring forth the weeds that fill HIS FIELDS and choke out the good grain.
His height and strength have kept the 'nation' afraid and in bondage to him. He has fought no battle in over 1970 years. No battle he has ever fought in did he win....yet he prowls
and shouts his curses and the 'people of GOD' cower and weep. Their "leaders" hide in their tents. Their "mighty men" argue and point fingers eager to mock and belittle any
who would stand against the ABOMINATION THAT DESOLATES ABBA'S FIELDS and FLOCK.
And I saw it stand with its feet firmly on the neck of America, and his shadow stretching across the entire world spreading foul darkness, fear, and ''blind hatred'' into the hearts, minds, souls of the very elect.
I began to pace from side to side faster and faster, forced to wait, and suddenly the leash was gone and no one noticed that the dog was loosed. As everyone was consumed by the
fear and panic around them they all forgot the GIANT that had sowed these foul seeds and now laughed because GOD'S PEOPLE had forgotten who they were and whose they ARE....
So he paid little notice to the old dog whose barking had been answered with curses from the hirelings, whose bared teeth at the presence of wolves was answered by a muzzle.
Whose only desire to move the sheep out of harm's way was met with a short leash and a cruel chain. And when I began to howl as MY MASTER'S SHEEP were ravaged, they beat me. And when my whimpers through their muzzle irritated them enough they abandoned me, muzzled and chained, cursed and mocked, to the wolves they gave place to.
But, you see, 'dead dogs' pose no threat to THE GIANT and the WOLVES.....'dead dogs' have no value to the fleshly watchmen, false prophets, and wicked servants that have fed
themselves on the MASTER'S HOUSE.....
But once again I felt HIS HANDS and heard HIS VOICE say ''IT'S GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT", as HE TOUCHED my wounds and raised a 'dead old dog', HE removed the chains and muzzle and quietly walked me to the edge of the FIELD OF VISION and
in the darkest of the shadows slipped the leash from my neck and said, "GO...."
As I ran the shadows I ran through the princes and warriors of darkness with few noticing the faint breeze as I ran by. Those few who remembered me and my scent from their attacks on MY MASTER'S HOUSE and on HIS SHEEP never were given time
to give warning, for the hirelings never fed me and I now hunger.....and I came to devour the devourers.....
Finally, I came to the place of the greatest darkness....the SHADOW OF THE GIANT...and as his laughter immobilized the ARMY of the church I came ''nipping at his heels''. I must have seemed a foolish sight to all the 'wise ones' and 'valiant ones' who strut among the army of mockers and scorners. But they never noticed the response wolves had to my presence around the flock, nor did they notice the frantic efforts of their nemesis, the "GIANT", to keep me away.
But each 'nip' tore deeply into his kingdom and suddenly my 'job' was over...
For a bleeding and frightened ''giant'' slowly and heavily fell to the ground.....hamstrung and unable to escape a ''dead old dog''.
And my job is over..... But I came to play.... Now I can enjoy myself.... And I have waited so long for this 'last dance'....
And I have waited so long to roar.... And now I have the snake face to face.... Cut down to my level....
And the complaints of so many for so long about my ''lack of mercy and love'' Now mock the fallen one as I tear out his throat and devour him.....
For THE WORD of GOD shall not be mocked.... And HIS ENEMIES will be brought to the dust of HIS FEET so HE MAY PLACE HIS FOOT upon their neck....
And every knee will bow....one way or another..... And every tongue will confess.....