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Prophecy
My name is Yabetz. I come as a messenger to the
nations from the Most High God. He has given my people the
right to call Him by the name of "El Elyon" (Most High ). El Elyon has sent me to tell you of the story of the "Peace Eagle," which my people call Ruach ha Kodesh.
The Peace Eagle, Ruach ha Kodesh, was called to the
magnificent lodge of The Most High. He knew He would be
given an important task.
El Elyon spoke to Ruach ha Kodesh with a great pain in His heart. He said, "My Trusted One, my heart aches for the people of the nations. I have given them the land because I knew they would care for it in their hearts as I have cared for it Myself. But, in just a few setting suns, they forgot me and were deceived by the evil one and his many helpers. They began to strive against one another to control the land I had given in trust. They armed themselves against one another,and those who were weaker (because they had forgotten my name) were destroyed, enslaved and their lands taken.
Although they had forgotten Me, I have never forgotten them. They have kept many of my ways better than their Anglo brothers and sisters, because I have made it so. I touched their white brothers to spare them and some of their lands. Although many evil things have been done to them -- even in My name-- I have preserved them for a time when I will look to their plight, and deliver them from the oppressor. The time is now for them to believe Me. Now they must seek Me once again and forsake their false gods! It is time, Ruach ha Kodesh, for me to send you to them. Go and find the places in their hearts I have prepared for You to dwell. Teach them of me! Bring them to the final battle, for they are mine, and I have won the war for them!
Ruach ha Kodesh soared from the magnificent lodge of
the Most High with great joy in His heart. He had waited very long for such a command.
But now, as the Peace Eagle soared high above the
Nations, one could see -- if one were able-- great tears of grief falling from his eyes. For as he flew, he saw defeat, misery and unbelief everywhere. Where would He find a place to dwell in such a people?
Nevertheless, He knew the Most High would never lie. He knew the places for Him to dwell were there, and that He would find them. His tears fell for those whose place had been taken captive! For they had filled their place with wicked spirits, whose presence would not let Him land.
The wicked spirits had been sent by the evil one that was driven out of heaven for his wicked treachery. He
deceived many of the servants of the Most High. All were
banished from the face of the Most High and sent to live in the space between heaven and earth. From there they desired to live as men lived, on the land that was given by the Most High.
But, through ancient days, the evil ones were not
allowed to steal the garden from the first ancestor to whom it was given by El Elyon. And, yet it would be so, but for the sin of the first ancestor. For El Elyon commanded only one law for this man. He made it unlawful for him to eat of a fruitful tree in the center of the garden. And, though the story is a long and tearful one -- not to be related here -- the first ancestor broke El Elyon's law and was banished forever from the garden.
This banishment is what gave the evil one the right to talk lies into the ears of the first ancestor's lineage. The evil one began to do so, and man heard and heeded his lies. Soon, the evil one had stolen much of the land which the Most High had entrusted to the people of the Nations. Many of His stewards had perished in violence between the nations. Still, the people understood that the lands they dwelled upon were sacred -- not owned by them, but by the Most High. The Most High was pleased by this and sent warnings to the wise among the people. El Elyon told the people, by the voices of the wise ones, of the coming darkness upon all the Nations. He told them that all the game would be killed. He told them that all
their paths would be blocked and their ancient ranges stolen. He spoke to them of starvation, disease and broken hearted spirits. They listened, but did not understand.
Before the generations of the wise ones were
accomplished, this terrible darkness overtook the Nations. It brought new rulers. These new ones were of white skin and fierce anger, which many of them covered with a mask of
peace. Because the people had ceased to hear from The Most
High, they were deceived by the mask of peace and most
treacherously dealt with. The people were soon captured and
sent away from the lands The Most High had given them.
The survivors were settled in concentration camps,
where they were promised they would rule themselves forever. Of course, that was also a lie on the lips of their conquerors. The conquerors desired to kill all of the people with treachery,disease, starvation and slavery.
But, The Most High WOULD NOT HAVE HIS LAND
STOLEN NOR HIS PEOPLE ENSLAVED FOREVER!!! (See His Word in Psalms 24:1 & 2) He had appointed a time to dry the tears of the people. He would come again to the Nations!
And that is why He commanded Peace Eagle to soar!
Now, as Peace Eagle, soared above the scene, His eyes were sharp despite His many tears. He began to look for the ones The Most High had appointed as "gatekeepers." Each tribe and each Nation had at least one of these gatekeepers that had been prepared by The Most High. He has seen that no deception of the evil one -- no matter how old -- would keep the hearts of these gatekeepers from hearing and knowing the truth.
Peace Eagle began to find these people and land in the places in their hearts that The Most High had prepared. As Peace Eagle began to dwell in the hearts of the gatekeepers,The Most High prepared prophets to come and speak the truth to them. To speak to them with great respect, not with contempt or as children. In such a time as this, these prepared prophets will come straight from The Most High. In their voices The Most High will speak. And, from heart to heart, the messenger and the gatekeeper will rise up together and call the people to battle!
In this great time, the curses of centuries will be broken and swept away. Innocent blood in the land will be satisfied and cleansed away. Great fortresses of the evil one will be stormed and brought down. The evil one and all his followers will be driven far from the Nations! They will be allowed to join their forces in other places where the wind blows down concrete canyons, and the people shrivel in fear.
This freedom among the Nations will raise up many
warriors who will lovingly teach their conquerors how to love and worship The Most High as Peace Eagle grows in strength and power! These warriors and their conquerors (joined by the Peace Eagle as one force) will then advance in great power upon the concrete canyons to the East and to the West and to the South and to the North. Together they will look with upturned faces for the Prince of Peace who will come in time to punish the forces of the evil one and destroy his power for a thousand years!
Then, in peace, Peace Eagle will gather the people
together in their ancestral homeland to be ruled by The Prince of Peace.
######
PILLAR OF LIGHT a poetic prophecy
PILLAR OF GLORY
(A Vision of God - July 15, 1995)
Surprised was I!
When God wrote clearly on my heart.
It was no speech
for ears to hear.
Nor sight for eyes to see.
Nor was it sound of rushing wind
nor storm upon the sea.
It was but all these things
and more.
And etched it was in me!
Gentle it began on me,
like dew upon the bud.
It opened me to brighter sun
and softer evening breeze.
Then gripped my mind
and pierced my heart
as it grew in intensity.
And now it continues on and on
and will never let me be.
At first I saw a gathering
of people round about.
Some laughed, some wept,
some silent sat, some slept
and then all began to sing.
Seven men with faces bright
and smiles like angels' wings
In sacred upright huddling
they linked arms at shoulder height.
Anticipating,
there they stood
a broken circled brotherhood
waiting for their King.
My gaze then fell
from their sweet spell
to the wretched throng
gathered in the darkness.
They came silent too
with eyes downturned
to join the spellbound few.
Encircling the center men
they knelt praying in the dew.
A moan arose from the dark around.
like animals in pain.
The fearful sound even now I hear
and my heart begins to drain.
For the sound came from the lips of the lost
whose groanings seemed insane
Then out from the dark
and up from the ground
and down from the heavens above
came a beacon so bright
that the pain of the light
was the strangeness of pure love.
And when I looked back
I beheld such a view
as is seen by few
when they know the Lord is near.
The center men
all arms entwined
had closed the breech.
The face of each
upturned toward the light
that enveloped them all as one.
My gaze was nudged
with the touch of a thought
that turned my stare to heaven.
Where the growing light
flowed endlessly down
a funnel from above.
A brighter light than is known on earth
this glowing wand descended
and flowed through the men
as if they were a stem
of a goblet filled with glory
that flowed from the ground beneath their feet
to meet the wretched cowering throng.
And those who prayed
on their faces laid
And murmured a strange soothing song.
The strangest thing was the outer crowd
who turned away from the light
and gnashed and spit and howled.
and slunk into the ink black night
with an hiss like the steam
from a fire dowsing cloud.
Yet many from the darkness stayed
and entered the rapture too.
And the song from the saved
defeated the grave
and the Lord said
"This I will do.
###
TOWER OF BALOONS
TOWER OF BALLOONS
A Vision given on 4-14-2002
This vision began with a reading in Psalms.
I began to reflect on Jesus as my "strong tower," when I began to be taken high above a major metropolitan area on the East Coast. My attention was directed to a very large tower building in the midst of this city.
It was obviously a vast city, but I was not given a name. It seemed to be a type for all US metropolitan areas.
At first I was high above the city zooming rapidly into one very large building rising above the skyline of the city. It was not two towers, but only one.
As I zoomed closer, it was clear this tower was very large and modern. Its glass windows shone in the sunlight, and it was very impressive.
On the top of the building flew a large banner. Gold letters on a purple field spelled out a word in Greek lettering. I don’t read Greek so I had to ask the angel that bore me along, what it meant. The angel said it meant, "Jesus."
The news made my heart rejoice initially because I thought it meant Jesus would become dominant above all other names in the metropolitan areas of the US and Canada. But, the angel said, "Look closer."
As I approached the building I began to notice activity on the main floors. I was brought very close to the windows of several prominent floors. The people inside appeared to be very active and prosperous. The impression was that they were very efficient. The offices bustled.
As I looked very closely at the surroundings on one major floor, I saw steel doors. The angel took me to the other side of the building, where I was able to look into the stairwells and see the outside of those doors. There I saw the name of a major denomination. Under the name I saw the message, "Authorized personnel only. All others keep out!"
I asked my angel, "Is this a type of heaven?"
"Look closer," was all the reply I received.
I came so close to the windows that I could see the computer screens of the workers. Some were scheduling conferences. The conference materials stated very large registration fees, and pre-requisites for attendance. These requirements were very specific and stringent. Some had to do with money; others had to do with denominational traditions. None spoke of demonstrations of the Holy Spirit, or a heart for the downtrodden. These materials, suffice it to say, were full of traditional doctrine after traditional doctrine using denominational jargon, and absent of scripture.
I looked at other workers and saw they were issuing political endorsements or attacks on political opponents to their denominational doctrines. Others were issuing warnings about specific ministers and ministries that did not adhere to the denominational doctrines and traditions. These read like mudslinging political campaign literature, but even more nasty.
Immediately, I was whisked down one floor level to another set of offices. The activities there were very much the same. The only difference was the denominational name on the doors.
This was repeated both up and down the outside of the building with the same observations. I knew I was being shown the rich, but uninspired church. My heart began to ache as I was shown one after another denominational headquarters that looked exactly the same as all the others.
The angel broke into my consciousness with his voice; "You are seeing what the lost and needy see when they look at the 'church' of North America today."
"Please," I rasped. "It can't be THAT bad. Can it?"
"You are seeing it as it is," came the reply.
"Look closer," came the command. We zoomed into a cutaway view of the building's elevators.
There I saw elevators full of people who were riding down. They appeared to be praying in tears. As the elevator reached each new floor it took on a few more passengers. Then each elevator continued down toward the street level.
Suddenly, the lights went off in the entire building. I looked and it was completely dark. Not even a glow coming from offices that had been brightly lit and full of workers. But, as I looked at the cutaway view, I saw a light glowing from the elevators. That light was growing in intensity as the elevators progressed downward. But, the upper floors full of people remained pitch black.
Then, the angel said, "Inspect the outside of the building." And, with the glow coming from his body, I was able to see the bricks that made up the structure. At first they looked like normal bricks. But, as I looked closer, I could see they were filled with a clear liquid that I knew somehow was water. Others seemed just to be filled with air. And, an inspection of the individual bricks revealed that their skins were like balloons. I was allowed to perceive that every brick in that building was the same.
Before I could absorb that information, I was taken to the base of the building to inspect the foundation. There I saw plain sea sand. Nothing more.
Now I had to ask a question. "What does all this mean?"
Even as I watched the elevators (now glowing brightly from within) reach the lower floors the angel answered, "The 'man-made church,' in its state of deception is unaware of the condition of its danger. The elevators contain the souls that have seen the error of these counterfeits, and are leaving the building before its collapse."
"Must it collapse?" I was almost whining with fear.
"Unless it repents, it will collapse just as soon as the faithful remnant is in safety. And even they will have to view the great destruction. But, you are viewing the final days of the 'church' of North American as you have known it. You are in the future."
"Then there is time," I asked hopefully?
"There is time. But, only a little." The angel was very serious with me. "You are seeing this warning to take it to the church. Some will heed it, some will not."
"Do I have to?" I cried. "Why me?"
"Do not fear. Others have been chosen before you. Some will come after you. God will not leave His people who are called by His name, without prophets."
The angel departed saying, "And great was the fall of it." (Matthew 7:27)
###
STARVING CHURCH
A Vision given to George Guntermann
As I prayed in the Spirit with a special brother over the phone the other night God took me to another place and showed me the following vision:
I saw a very large (Mississippi sized) muddy river from high above. My guide was the Holy Spirit. As we drew closer, I saw the river was full of dead bodies and a multitude of living persons struggling against drowning. There were literally thousands and thousands of human bodies (dead and alive) being pulled helplessly down the current.
Once in a while one of the live people would succeed in struggling to the sandy edge of the river. As we zoomed into the scene, I noticed there were hundreds of groups of people lying, sitting and standing along the riverbank in the sandy mud. These people were disheveled, tattered, emaciated and covered with stinking sludge. Most of them didn’t even notice when one of those struggling at the water's edge would crawl up on the bank with them or reach up a hand for help.
These people on the bank were an incredibly pitiful sight. Only once in a while one of them that was a little stronger would notice one of the strugglers crying out for a helping hand, and reach down and help them to safety. Then, amazingly enough, those stronger ones would most often just leave the struggler to recover strength on his or her own. Only rarely did I notice any of them even speaking to a new inhabitant of their pitiful sandbar -- let alone helping them in any way.
After beholding this scene for what seemed a long time, I asked, “Lord, who are these people. What does this mean?”
“My son,” He said, “the dead ones in the river are the souls that continue to exist in this worldly life that have given up any thought of seeking me.”
“The struggling ones are those I have called who are still seeking something they know is missing, but don’t know what to do about it other than to struggle. The ones that make it to the bank are the ones that are finding my merciful salvation. You notice, most of them just sit on the sand bar without knowledge or power.”
“Those emaciated ones already on the sandbar are the saved in My church of North America. They perish for lack of knowledge. They have no one to teach them because their shepherds are too weak to help themselves. Their shepherds either do not know what to do, or have given up doing what they know to do, because of their fear, lust or greed. Many of those stuck on the sandbar choose to stay there because of fleshly lusts they do not want to give up. They think they are fine. They cannot see themselves as you see them because of the deception they have allowed the enemy to cover them with. I have asked them to follow me to the truth, but they have not wanted to put their flesh to death for me. Until they do, they will continue to perish on the stinking sludge."
The impact of this revelation was too painful for me, and I began to weep. In His mercy, the Holy Spirit showed me a few individuals that were dressed in new swimming gear. They were collecting in small groups among the emaciated. They were trying to encourage the emaciated that would listen to them to join their number. They were pointing the way to a narrow path that led up the bank and into the forest. I also noticed some of the emaciated began to strengthen a little and move toward the narrow path. The leaders of the new strong groups led their fellows to the water’s edge and jumped in. Some of their fellows followed them, and they began to swim with strong, resolute strokes into the middle of the muddy torrent and pluck drowning individuals out of the water.
The strong swimmers were tethered to a group of especially strong looking individuals who were kneeling back in the forest that edged the riverbank. I remarked to myself that most of these seemed to be women. The Spirit answered my thought as if I had spoke out loud, “Those are my prayer warriors. Without the lifeline of prayer they provide, the swimmers would be swept away or overcome by the struggling of those they are trying to save.”
The swimmers were handing the rescued ones over to the Holy Spirit that hovered just above the water. The Holy Spirit carried them to the shore, where other strong and strengthening individuals began to minister to their needs. Soon, many of the rescued returned from the narrow path and joined those in the river saving souls.
Just as I began to rejoice in this new scene, my attention was directed down stream where a commotion was starting. There I saw a very large group of the emaciated ones collected right on the river bank, where the current was the swiftest. To my great shock, I saw the leaders of this group begin to dive into the river and join those being swept down stream. I cried, “Lord, who are those?”
He said, “My son, those have been some of the most influential leaders of my church. Because of their flesh, they have entered into a deception so powerful that they are convincing a large number of my flock that it is safer in the flood than on the sand bars.” As He spoke to me I saw a large number of the others follow their leaders into the torrent and be swept away. Some stayed on the bank, but because they sought no knowledge, they were useless to themselves and to God.
“Lord, who are the strong ones that appeared and began to rescue and help people?,” I asked.
“Those are the ones who listened when I spoke softly to them to look to me and not at the raging torrent that surrounded them. They followed me onto the narrow path, which leads to peace and joy. In reality, it is only a few steps from the mucky sandbars. But, most do not follow. Those who do hear my voice begin to get stronger. When they are ready, I send them back to the river to rescue the lost as I have commanded. Because they have agreed with my word by faith, and committed to obey it, I have strengthened them by my Holy Spirit. They will help rescue many souls. The time is growing shorter for the rescuing. Soon, I will begin to cause the river to rise. Those who remain on the sandbars will then be swept away. I am now supplying more of my grace to them and to the strong ones to enable them to accelerate their rescue work as My Day approaches. I have never supplied as much of my grace to mankind as I am about to do soon. If I did not, you would have no hope.”
I was dumb struck with an overpowering awe of the Lord. I knew what I was perceiving was only a tiny speck of His wisdom and glory. Still, it nearly stopped my heart to see what I saw. Nonetheless, I somehow managed to whisper another question. “Where do the souls in the river go, Lord?”
“Most will have many chances to be rescued, my son. Many will hear the rushing of my Spirit and will allow themselves to be saved. But, sadly, many will not heed the Spirit, and will go on down the river, where they will finish this life without hope of redemption.”
Then He showed me the saddest scene of all. The river of lost souls fell over a huge cliff down into a dark hole. It was clear they would forever be separated from the peace and joy that God desires to show them.
As the tears coursed down my face in convulsions of weeping, God said, “Write the Vision. Make it plain that some will be touched to join my remnant of rescuers before it is too late.”
###
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN LEAVING AND ARRIVING
(A Prophecy in Verse, 4- 14- 1999)
19 lonely stories
rode bus 1425.
Vacant faces
with melancholy eyes
said, “I’m closed.
Don’t look here.
You might find out my fear.”
19 slept our way south
on this sweet April day
suspended in time
between leaving and arriving.
The old, Seattle bus station
discouraged the outside sun
with the dingy ghosts
of thousands of travelers
stranded there for an hour or a day
somewhere between leaving and arriving.
The drab yellow light
preyed on the lonely mind
and bathed the unfriendly plastic tables
in a “Star Wars” glow
that inspired the skulking look
for Han Solo and his friends.
A golden opportunity
for solitary pondering
somewhere between leaving and arriving.
A time to save a day
in a lifetime of bustle.
A time to ponder God
A time to view the future
suspended on a platform in life
undistracted by agendas
somewhere between leaving and arriving.
From this pilgrim place
God reaches down without appology
to touch the lonely traveler
with revelations of a dire future
of a blind, insane land
the traveler used to call home.
A land denying God’s judgement.
A land of unparalleled freedom
squandered by the carelessness
of a well-loved lover’s
lustful, wandering eye.
Hear and see, America!
No more carefree trips
to your gaudy attractions
and home again with wasteful souveniers.
No more unhindered travel
to family and friends
in distant states.
All replaced in a blink of God’s eye
with booted thugs.
Foreigners in our homeland.
opening luggage
strewing belongings
sneering and pushing and beating
to subdue with fear
a once privileged people,
now cowering
betrayed by corrupt leaders
and by their own lack of care.
We who listened
and saw our own stinking sin
and broke down in shame
before the throne of Him
who loves us.
We are made the weary watchers
called to weep and warn.
Mourning for tomorrow’s loss.
Desperate to turn the lonely faces
masked by false hope
we cry, “Repent!
While yet you may!”
We are shoved aside
by rude, dumb cattle
intent on following one another
to the slaughter.
There but for the grace of God
goes the watchman
who sees
and writes this warning
from a purgatory place
Somewhere between leaving and arriving.
###
God unfolded this vision for me on February 16, 2000 as I watched a video called “Transformations”. The testimonies were to the power of the Holy Spirit moving on communities all over the world and doing miracles, at the prayerful request of just a few individuals willing to press in to God for their communities. These testimonies so filled me with joy that I gained a renewed conviction for Salem, Oregon, where God has led me to walk and pray.
As I began to pray again for my city and claim it and its churches for God, an angel of God showed me a room where I saw the floor covered with numerous balls of yarn. Some of these were very large, others were very small. Each was a different color -- this one brown, the next orange, purple, red, tan, etc. But, what impressed me the most was that no two balls of yarn touched together. Many were in close proximity but none touched. In fact, a few were very far from all the others.
On the wall, under a window, stood a loom of a sort. A shadow passed over the room and rested by the loom, accompanied by a fresh breeze. As it did so, some of the balls of yarn stirred slightly.
On the loom was the beginning of a beautiful woven fabric. Its vibrant colors were dazzling beyond experience. Though this fabric was not large, it had a powerful presence that agitated some of the balls of yarn on the floor. As its vibrancy grew, some of the balls of yarn on the floor began to float on the breeze and allow themselves to be arranged on spindles. The shadow then moved and these balls of yarn were quickly woven into the existing fabric. The new threads were welcomed into the body of the fabric and it grew even more brilliant and beautiful.
Some of the balls that rose first were somewhat drab in color. But, by allowing themselves to be woven into the fabric, they were transformed into some of the brightest colors in the piece. As the fabric grew, many more of the balls of yarn, both large and small, were picked up and arranged on the spindles, yielding themselves into the beautiful fabric. Again, in every case, their colors became much more vibrant as they were added to the rest.
Finally, the fabric was completed. It was beautiful and alive. I did not want to stop admiring it, but was forced to look back to the floor. There, I saw many balls of yarn still apart from one another. But, now those that had appeared bright colored were all drab and dismal. They were all farther apart than before, and though some were still quite large, they were all lifeless.
I asked the Lord to reveal to me the meaning of this vision.
He said, “My son, you have asked me about Salem. This is my answer.”
“The balls of yarn are churches and denominations in Salem. Some have already left their differences behind and joined together in prayer, fasting and repentance. As they have joined together in prayer for their community, I have opened them to working in harmony. Some are working actively with local public officials and organizations, openly praying for them. Their prayers have become the beginning of a beautiful fabric I am creating.”
“The prayers of the few are now affecting many other churches and fellowships that meet in My Name. Those are also joining the fabric. Some would be surprised to see who they are. As they join the fabric, it becomes more vibrant, strong and influential. Finally, if those who have joined will persist in prayer and humility, others will yet join -- even those that some feel are far off. As they do, I will finish the fabric. When it is finished, it will cover a multitude of sins and curses which have bound the area for centuries. Then curses will broken, strong spirits will be driven out, and strongholds of long standing will be brought down.”
Even as I rejoiced at this news, I was puzzled about the balls of yarn left on the floor. I asked, “Lord, what do the balls of yarn left on the floor depict.”
“Sadly,” He replied, “they are some of the first ones I called. They refused to be asked and have died to all usefulness. Soon they will turn to lint and blow away.”
How many will heed the call of God, "repent, forgive and join in." God has made it clear this fabric WILL be completed! Will you be blessed by your availability? Or will you deny God His right to use you?
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