Words to Y'shua's Beloved and Betrothed Given to Bob Neuman
Dear Friends,
The past two weeks i have had time to spend with the LORD because my expensive computer refused to run. After much time and aggravation it is working for a short time. While i was delivered from these distractions i was given a great gift which i pass on to you.
In the middle of the night I had a vision. I saw a 'man' standing in "emptiness". There was no background. No directional lighting was distinguished. And when I approached to an arms length HE stretched out His Hand and I "heard" this word.... "BEHOLD..."
In His Hand was a Lily. I saw it, but His Hand was not touching the flower. It was hanging suspended in the air. The "Man" was cloaked and hooded and I had the impression of being 'Attired for travel'. And of His Hand, I could just see the fingers extended beyond the cloak. Yet my spirit rejoiced for I "knew" that Hand that 'caressed' the flower.
So my eyes slowly moved from My Master's Hand to this flower. A Beautiful Lily suspended before me in time and space. And it had a luminescent glow as it reflected My Master's Glory.
At first glance it was truly a beautiful flower. A single open bloom on a straight, simple stem. Every leaf and every petal was perfect. Simple symmetry obedient to the Divine Pattern placed in a "Seed." Each leaf gave testimony to the Creator's Wisdom as veins lay in pattern in submission to His Will. The Trumpet stood open white and pure. Yet it was not a "True" white each petal was ribbed. At the edge of each petal the white only could be seen, but as you followed each rib back to the root of each petal, there was vivid living color. Some ribs were definitely violet while others were lavender and lilac. Some petals were in shades of red from scarlet to crimson. And some were blue, from cyan to cobalt. At the very center of the Trumpet all these colors merged and from that intersection the Lily's internal structures arose, golden and living in His light.
And I reached out to the flower and barely stroked the petals with the tips of my fingers. And a sense of "fragility" flooded me. The tenderness and vulnerability overwhelmed me. Yet His peace and His presence was also there. And I found myself pulling away from the flower. Such a precious and beautiful thing could be only soiled and bruised by "human" hands. And again in my spirit I heard, "Behold!"
I watched the Lily and nothing seemed to happen, and as i watched and waited a faint delicate scent filled my spirit. Slowly I began to take long deep breaths, pulling the "perfume" deep into my spirit. And the awareness that I had "smelled" this before.
"Behold, My Bride" He whispered in a flood of pure 'Agape' impossible to describe. Immediately everything in and of me was wrenched and riveted upon My Master. Once again I looked upon the Glorious One. My King, My Captain, My Beloved. In His right hand was a rod of glistening black metal that sent a freezing chill through me. Never before had I seen the "Rod of Iron". And the chill only increased as I heard a slow laugh escape his smiling lips.
Now I realized the fragrance of the Lily completely saturated my spirit. With a slight gesture of His open left hand my eyes were drawn once again to where the Lily had been, suspended in time and space. But now knelt a young woman incased in the same material that My Master's Robe was made.
It was the purest white, but like the flower the Holy colors of the Tabernacle flowed "inward". And like the flower the sense of delicacy and purity knelt before me. She was clothed in many sheer layers that covered her entire body. Her face was covered by a number of veils.
While the fragrance was pervasive, I suddenly become aware of the silence all around me. And slowly I lifted my eyes to His face and marveled. The broad and radiant smile was replaced by s solid grin that was mirrored in the laughter in His eyes. And with regal gesture He brought His left hand to His Heart and swept it down toward His Bride.
There was no great revelation here. I have known her a very long time it seems. "Daughter of Zion", I spoke and she lifted her face to me. Through the veils all I could see were her eyes. And yes, they were His eyes. One and the same. And with the grace of a ballerina she lifted her arms to me and I helped her to her feet. And once she stood she placed her head on my chest and just held me.
To go any farther is difficult. She was so tiny and so vulnerable. Yet the familiarity was there. And I looked again to the King of Glory as He stood quietly.
"Little Sister", I spoke clearly. And as she stepped back and looked up into my face her hands once again in mine. "Behold your Bridegroom." As she turned toward Him He opened His arms and they embraced.
While she seemed so tiny to me, she seemed taller in His arms. Don't ask me to explain. I could stop here, but this was how the vision would have ended if it had been up to me. But it wasn't and it isn't.
The next thing I noticed was that I was in a vast field. I guess it was a wheat field. The wheat was obviously ready to harvest because the heads were heavy and bending over. But I also noticed the weeds among the wheat. The sense of “time has run out”; came through my mind. In the area just before my eyes there was the Lily among the wheat and the tares. The flower's trumpet was almost half-open and the color was clearly evident.
And the realization became clear that the King must be coming within the hour. And then I heard His Voice.
"What you do on My behalf you will do in the face of your enemy. But what you do for yourself will be for My Father's eyes only. Let your giving, your prayers, your fasting be hidden from the eyes of man lest your reward be here and now and not eternal."
Once again I looked at the single lily.
"Behold My Bride, and I have clothed Her in My righteousness. As the grass and the grain have but a short season, so has My Bridge awaited Her Season."
"But watch now and bear witness to what men do."
And suddenly I saw many hands reach for the Lily just as the Trumpet opened fully. And with seething anger I watched them pull off the leaves and paint the stem. I watched the petals receive brush stroke after brush stroke and suddenly there it was.
A Gilded Lily.
The paint looked like gold, but there was no scent. The fragile beauty was covered by hard, cold, lifeless paint. What was a unique treasure that bore testimony to the Loving Hand of a Creator God was now replaced by a faux substitute. And I wondered, "why?" The handiwork of God improved upon by "man"?
And my spirit spoke "Times and Seasons." There is a time and season to every purpose under heaven. And the realization hit me that man can not accept the Divine Order of things. So by "Gilding the Lily" they substituted to insure longevity because they do not understand eternity. Nor do they understand God. For they failed to see His Hand and His perfection. So they can not seek His Kingdom. And they refuse His righteousness and create an alternative.
"Consider the lilies of the field." spoke the Most Holy Spirit, "how they grow...” The Lily/Bride is a sovereign work of a living and Holy God. It grows free and independent of the wheat and the tares.
"They toil not, nor do they spin..." because ABBA has chosen they shall be. By His Word, by His Will, by His Grace and His Glory.
"Even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these." No, not even old Solomon understood God. The wisest, wealthiest, most powerful man who ever lived missed God and said that all was vanity. Yet it was in his writings all this seems to hinge on and around. And once again I stood in the field and looked at the Lily surrounded by the wheat and tares. Darkness had fallen and the flower was completely open. And in my spirit I heard. "I AM THE LILY OF THE VALLEYS, I AM THE ROSE OF SHARON."
"As the lily among the thorns, so is My Love among the daughters." As I turned toward the voice of my Master I began to laugh. In armor and prepared for battle. As I began to drop to my knees before Him, He grabbed my shoulders and lifted me off my feet. Holding me at arms length He laughed. And slowly pulled me into His embrace. The unmistakable sound of metal grating against metal was heard under His laughter.
As we separated we turned again toward the Lily. And I watched as the Mighty Lion of the Tribe of Judah reached down and plucked the Lily. And once again there was the Bride and the field was now the Throne Room and before me was ABBA sitting upon the Throne of Heaven. As I bowed before Him he made a quick gesture and I stepped to His side. At His right hand stood the Bridegroom and His Beloved for whom He paid a great price. But now she stood shoulder to shoulder with My King dressed in shimmering gold.
I sat down at His feet and with His left hand ABBA touched my head. As I looked into the eyes of the Ancient of Days, all that I had witnessed churned in my spirit.
"Son, in one act of love and obedience two precious things occurred. Mankind was redeemed and a Bride was purchased."
Once again I saw the Two-Edged Sword in my mind. "Yes son, Images and patterns within sequences for any who has eyes to see, and ears to hear. All you need do is to ask."
As ABBA turned toward His Son and the Bride I snapped out of the eternal and back to the now.
Even as I write this I ponder what I saw and how it will play out in the days ahead. So I leave it in the hands and hearts of all who may read this. I will hold my interpretations for those who will ask. But I offer two important points of advice.
Don't mix metaphors. Do not combine images to force a pattern.
And distinguish between dialogue and narration.
May you be blessed,
Bob in Miami
Bob Neumann
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I had been in prayer for a long period without any strong leadings by THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT. I was in that ''quiet place'' when i heard a soft murmur of voices.
At 3-4 am my house should be quiet, so i stepped into the hallway and into the second heaven. I found myself standing along the wall of a small and crowded room.
It looked like i had walked into a ''Pajama Party/Sleep Over'' circa biblical era.
The first thing i noticed was the lack of TV, VCR, Microwave Popcorn, Telephone, etc. Which made this definitely a spiritual/unnatural event. The second thing i noticed was the Daughter of Zion and her HOPE CHEST. Which was pushed up against the wall below an opening which passed for a window.
Instead of the flowing white gown and the gown of gold i have seen her in, she wore only a coarse shift. Very demure, and obviously the fashion statement of the day because all the ''young ladies'' were similarly dressed. I call them ''young'' because they were.
Probably not much more than 13-16 as best i could tell. Of course back in the first century girls were married off young. Then again in ''Christian America" few virgins could be found over 16 anyway. (Most of them would be ugly boys.)
Well i thought it a good place for bad humor, on my part. For in a very non technical vision of a ''joyful event, this had to be the nicest place i have ever been short of ABBA'S THRONE and the third heaven. The room was filled with giggles and laughter and i felt like i had been eavesdropping when i felt the nudge of THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT say....count them.
So i did....there were eleven young women, with ten surrounding the Daughter of ZION.
Somewhere along the line i began to hear snatches of conversation. It took little time to realize that the Daughter of ZION was talking about the coming WEDDING.
What was quickly obvious was that none of the TEN had ever seen the BRIDEGROOM. I listened as she described my MASTER in glowing details to the ''oohs'' and ''ahhhssss" of the Maidens. It also was obvious that few were overly interested in the information she was trying to share. After a while the girls turned in. All had bedrolls and lamps, few had been lit. Bad sign i thought. I wondered how long had they been out of oil.
As the night filled with the sounds of sleeping females i watched one small figure steal away from the group and take a seat on the HOPE CHEST. As she placed a lit lamp on the window sill i watched the bland shift turn into the GOWN OF WHITE. I watched as her hands raised and eyes closed. As her lips trembled and the ROOM FILLED with the scent of LILIES AND ROSES i watched tiny tears stream from her eyes. I did not
notice my own tears till i felt a hand brush my cheek.
Along side me stood THE RUACH....THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT. Dressed in a plain brown robe THE MOST HOLY gently whispered....SHEMUEL, DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU SEE?
the answer seemed simple....THE BRIDE had made herself ready....and she is calling out for her BELOVED.
WE BOTH ARE WARRIOR. THAT MEANS YOUR DAY HAS COME. ARE
YOU READY?
NO ANSWER WAS NEEDED BECAUSE MY SPIRITMAN WAS FILLED
WITH THE SONG OF THE LAMB.
and i began to sing to HIS BRIDE.
DAUGHTER OF ZION, WHY DO YOU WEEP? THE BRIDEGROOM
COMES JUST AS HE SAID. HE'S GIVEN HIS WORD, HIS PROMISE HE'LL KEEP. EVEN IF YOUR MAIDENS ARE ASLEEP IN THEIR BEDS. KNOWING HE'S COMING KEEPS YOU FROM SLEEP.
OH DAUGHTER OF ZION REJOICE NOW THIS NIGHT! YOUR HEART IS BROKEN, FRAGRANT AND PURE. THE KING NOW COMES IN GLORY AND MIGHT.... TO WHISK YOU AWAY, THAT YOU CAN BE SURE HE WILL SING OF HIS LOVE AS YOU DANCE IN THE LIGHT.
OH DAUGHTER OF ZION, PROVEN AND TRIED! YOU WERE
PURCHASED WITH SUCH A GREAT PRICE IT WAS FOR YOU THAT HE SUFFERED AND DIED LAID IN THE TOMB WITH OILS, ALOE AND SPICE THEN RISING TRIUMPHANT, HE WILL NOT BE DENIED.
SO DAUGHTER OF ZION QUICKLY HE COMES TO TAKE YOU AWAY
AND MAKE YOU HIS BRIDE NOTHING CAN KEEP HIM FROM COMING TO YOU FOR HE PROMISED YOU'LL REIGN AT HIS SIDE SO ALL MAY KNOW ALL HE SAID IS NOW TRUE
OH DAUGHTER OF ZION, WHO STANDS IN HIS LIGHT CLOTHED IN GLORY AND WALKING UPRIGHT. THE KING OF GLORY AND POWER AND MIGHT KNOWS HOW LONG YOU'VE FOUGHT THE GOOD FIGHT COMES NOW JUST LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT.
and as the song ended so did the vision.... but not my tears... selah
olddog
July 6, 1999:
The Daughter of Zion, in the past few months I have struggled long and hard with images that at one point appear opposite yet are different facets of the same. Of such are the images of the ONE PURCHASED and the Battle. In my mind the combining of a tender and precious revelation such as the LILY OF THE VALLEY with the stark terror of THE WALKING DEAD cannot be rationalized by a thinking cognitive creature. That is because REVELATION KNOWLEDGE is a stumbling block to the esoteric wisdom of
the world. The SPIRIT OF PROPHECY has but one real purpose, to offend the wisdom of the mind, the emotions of the soul, and the arrogance of the flesh. So I have made
a long hard journey into the valley, and was told to share two sides of a coin, step by step. All the way to the SEVENTH THUNDER. Few may like where we might be going.
Most will not like the evolution of images. Neither did I, but I survived it. SO....the first step. THE BETROTHED--I was in quiet prayer when suddenly the whole house was covered by a gentle blanket of PEACE. As I awaited the slow and gentle shift into the second heaven, I had the faint whiff of flowers all around me. I looked for the Bridegroom and saw nothing of HIM, instead seated before me was THE LILY. Her back was to me, and I watched as she was folding and packing things into a small chest.
It struck me funny that she would have all attention on her ''HOPE CHEST'' as we used to call them. And then the reality struck me as how wrong I was. There was a time
before liberation and feminism where the idea was to marry and live happily ever after. That a young woman placed all her 'hopes' in finding someone who would fulfill his vows to love and cherish. In this place of peace and beauty I felt a searing grief in my spirit. And once again I turned a corner in the FATHER'S HEART as I understood more of the depths of HIS GRIEF and the degree HIS PERFECT WILL AND PURPOSE have been perverted by man. As I stood and reflected there arose a breeze mixed with many scents and she turned her face toward me. Her laughter and smile reminded me of HER BELOVED as she rose and had me sit with her. I was a little taken back because the few times I have seen her I was with the BRIDEGROOM. She was always veiled and silent. Of course HIS PRESENCE can do that to you. But now she was unveiled and chatted with me about HIM. All that we could talk about was THE BRIDEGROOM. She
showed me so many things she had prepared for the awaited day. As I sit here I realize it could have been called ''girl talk'', but it was far different. She spoke as if all she had to say was important, yet was more interested in what I would share. Yet I did not feel like I had anything to say. I was part right. As I sat I heard the Sweet Still VOICE of THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT say THE BRIDE HAS MADE HERSELF READY. IT IS TIME TO ADORN THE BRIDE. With that I felt the urge to reach into my pocket and I
brought out a handful of pearls. The sizes varied but the quality and luster was uniformly exquisite. As she held out her hands, I placed them into those tiny, delicate hands. Slowly I watched her size them and string them one by one. Then before me was a gown and upon the gown she placed the pearls. Of course she draped it before her and asked whether it was good enough. It was a hard call. The only thing I had ever seen more beautiful was the FULLNESS of THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT. Not something easily
forgotten. OR maybe ABBA'S SMILE. Or the laughter of my KING. It's funny, how do you grade perfection. Of course THE DAUGHTER OF ZION is lovely and her gown is HIS GLORY. Without warning I stood on that hill with my back against the STANDARD, looking out at what was the SIXTH THUNDER and what is the SEVENTH. once again I heard the WIND OF THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT. NO, YOU HAVE NOT CAST PEARLS BEFORE THE SWINE. YOU HAVE BROUGHT THEM FORTH IN DUE SEASON AND HAVE GIVEN THEM UNTO THE BRIDE. IT IS HER RESPONSIBILITY TO PREPARE HERSELF. SHE HAS DONE SO. BUT
NOW SHE IS ADORNING HERSELF IN GOLD, SILVER AND PRECIOUS
STONES TO BE A TREASURE FIT FOR A KING. FOR IT IS A KING THAT COMES QUICKLY FOR HER BUT WILL DO SO AS HE PLEASES. AND HIS PLEASURE IS AS A THIEF IN THE NIGHT. ON A TIME NO ONE WOUND EXPECT IT SEEMS, EXCEPT THOSE WHO ARE WAITING FOR HIM. THE PEARLS ARE THE WORDS SPOKEN AND WRITTEN BY YOU, WATCHER, AND ALL WHO STAND GUARD. YOU HAVE FOUGHT THE GOOD FIGHT AND HAVE HELD OUT TO THE END. OR SO MANY OF YOU THINK. THE BATTLE IS BEYOND WHAT MOST OF MINE EVEN UNDERSTAND. THE KINGDOM HAS COME AT A TIME SUCH AS THIS FOR A PLAN AND A PURPOSE FAR BEYOND ANYTHING THE BRIDE CAN PERCEIVE. FOR THAT REASON THE MIGHTY ONE HAS SET ASIDE THOSE WHOM HE CALLS FRIENDS TO TAKE THE BATTLE EVEN BEYOND THE SCOPE THE ENEMY PERCEIVES. BUT THEN AGAIN, OLD DOG, THE ENEMY IS AS BLIND AND DECEIVED AS THE WORLD HE TRIES TO RULE. WOULD IT BOTHER YOU AND THE GABORIM TO GO FROM THE DEFENSIVE AND TAKE VIOLENCE TO THE KINGDOM OF
DARKNESS. YOU AND YOURS HAVE BATTLED UNDER ORDERS
WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING THE STAKES INVOLVED. WHEN YOU LEARN
THE PLANS OF THE KINGDOM YOU WILL SERVE IN EVEN GREATER
LEVELS. THE TIME HAS NOW COME FOR THE VIOLENT TO ENTER
THE FRAY. So there is the first facet of an incredible image.
Or should I say....one side to the coin.
selah old dog