Touch of Heaven

The Happiest Heater

2021-03-30T14:45:00.000-07:00

The Happiest Heater

In a home high up on a hill a family lived all alone. In this place it was very cold so they bought a sweet little heater to help them keep warm in the bitter cold.

The little heater did its very best every year, but the space it was in was just too big and it couldn't keep up. The family on the hill did not appreciate the little heater and always said mean things to it.

"That heater is no good!"

"You might as well throw it out!"

The heater was sad that they would say these things. After all, he was made to make humans feel warm and safe. “Yes!” He got excited just thinking about it! He wanted these humans to be proud of him. He wanted to make them feel warm and safe from the cold. He worked so hard, but he was just too small. He couldn't warm such a big house.

Many years went by and the little heater tried so hard every year, but he just couldn't keep up. The family began to call him all kinds of names.

"Useless!"

"Good for nothing!"

Even still, he did his best. Until the family on the hill had finally had enough.

"Throw the little heater out!" So they did. But, just then a man walked by. His jacket had holes in it and his pants were torn. He looked at the heater, took him out of the trash and brought him home. He plugged it in, and waited.

The happy little heater was quite old by this time, but on he whirred. He noticed a much smaller space and people that were happy he was there. They were overjoyed to have a working heater. They did not realize how old and worn out he was. The heater noticed a man, a woman, and a little boy. The little boy was especially happy about the new heater. His hands and feet would get so cold he couldn't play with his toys. He had to stay under the blankets for most of the day. Now, he would sit in front of the heater and play all day long. Imagining new worlds and bringing them to life with his mind.

The heater was so happy that he could finally make a human so warm and comfortable even if it was just a little human. The little boy acted like this little spot next to the heater was the safest and most comfortable place in the whole house.

Eventually, the Heater began to be very sleepy even though he was still plugged in. As old heaters do, he began to doze off in the middle of the day. Then he would snap back to attention as soon as he could. He wanted to do his best for his grateful new family. He was so happy to have them. However, he had given his best for a very, very long time. His dozing became napping and lasted longer and longer. Until one day he went to sleep with a smile and said, "I must have been the happiest heater there ever was."

Visions from the Spirit

2021-03-21T01:21:00.003-07:00

Visions from the Spirit

Sometime in the year 2018 or 2019 I had a vision. I had been praying and begging God to show me what had happened to me. I used to be so responsive to the Spirit, to the Lord, to his word and anything he pressed on my heart. I had become so numb inside and broken and empty. I felt as though I would never feel him again. I felt as though I would never hear him again, which was particularly devastating for me. Because no matter what he said to me all my life since I was a child I always believed him. Even if I was scared or confused I would set my face like flint to do it or understand it.

In this open vision, I saw myself and a group of people I was involved with a short time before in a small valley or meadow. Like a small village or town everyone had very small houses or huts scattered across the grassy area. I was watching as people were walking around aimlessly, some scurrying, some sneaking. I saw a young man holding up his hands to the sky and waving them up and down. Every time he did something hard or metal would shoot out of his torso straight up in the air and would fly towards whoever he was thinking about. He almost looked like he was praying for them. The objects started out small like rocks and hammers then rapidly they increased in size depending on how “concerned” he was for that individual. Turning into big cannon balls and anvils. The strange thing was he did not have to be looking at you. In fact he was turning away from everyone most of the time. But he always knew where you were. In this valley it was surrounded by trees on one side and steep cliffs on the other. You had no escape but through one of those paths, assuming you gave yourself that option which most of the people didn’t. He was always “praying” or waving his hands almost never stopping. Even when we were under fierce attack, which we were constantly. He never stopped to help, he was only interested in sending large metal weights on those in the village. So much so that no one could fight with me because everyone had to devote all their conscious energy to avoiding these terrible weights. And terrible they were indeed.

So I fought most of the time by myself, receiving help from some only briefly, standing against hordes of evil spirits every night. While getting struck by rocks, hammers and even arrows in the back. Coming from people I had helped and loved and risked my own safety for. They spoke evil things over me and were grossly offended by me at times for all kinds of random and trivial things. It seemed no one cared or could see the turmoil and severity in the spirit waiting for them. If only one of them could have stood with me, we could have saved everyone. Everytime a hammer would strike me it was always in the back of my head stalling me and causing me to stumble and lose my target for a moment which when you are depending on every single graceful move of your blade against hundreds of enemies one moment can mean defeat. I had no defense against these objects. The arrows hurt very much and were particularly evil because they were intentional. A man was behind me shooting me in the back with arrows and convincing others to do the same. He seemed to enjoy hurting me. I can honestly say I hated that man more than the demons I was fighting. He was himself a Demon. If he stood against me on a field of battle I would have had no mercy on him. I loved him once and defended him for such a long time and bought him clothes when he had none. I was there for him. I was patient with him. I Listened to him and I was a good friend to him. But in the spirit I made many mistakes with him and I have repented for those mistakes. I was not perfect. I did not understand some very important things about dealing with these types of people off the street.

So I endured all these things until the poison of his arrows wounded me so greatly I fell and was overtaken. I found myself facing the other young man who was waving his arms about. This time however all his attention was on me. Again not because he was watching me, he wasn’t, he was looking the other way as if to have some sort of deniability at whatever would happen. His hammers became anvils dropping with great force near me. Anywhere i was standing was impounded with a great *THUD* as it struck the ground. Every subsequent anvil was larger than the previous. Until they became great Iron Bells! “Liberty Bells?!!” I thought to myself. I was terrified at this point. He only wanted me to stop moving. He wanted to correct what he thought was an error. He wanted me to be like him and he wanted whatever I was doing to stop. The terror of the bells was that if you were trapped under a bell your limbs would be crushed and no one could save you from under their massive weight. Assuming they cared to. You would be cut off completely from the light. He would have thought he had succeeded in his own mission if I had been caught under this bell.

What grievous arrogance and pride! I could not avoid these bells forever; they were so much faster than the anvils and so much larger and harder to dodge. I only had one plan: I would retreat and enter my small hut. You see, then I might be buried under the rubble and not be trapped inside the bell. I knew the hut was no defense against these monstrous objects. But I would rather dig myself out of rubble over time then have all my limbs crushed under a giant iron liberty bell. So I did. I ran as hard as I could into the hut. Bells crashing at my heels all the way there. I entered it and looked out the window to see the bell with my name on it. Coming straight for me. It seemed time had stopped, I read my name on the bell several times as it was plummeting toward me. Until l came back to my senses, that is, and I remembered I needed to position myself advantageously so I had 2 choices. Be buried in a small amount of rubble and risk being covered by the bell still, or be covered by the most amount of rubble giving me some “padding” so that the bell would not cover me at all. I chose the latter. I did not want any risk of being even partially touched by this bell. And I knew that once I was rendered immobile his “Prayers'' would be satisfied. I would not be targeted until I started moving again. Down it came as I stood in the dead center of the hut a large pile of rubble covered me with my right arm and head poking out from beneath, everything else crushed and immobilized. “Perfect!” ,I thought to myself. I could still see the light and my head was exposed to the open air. “Success!” Now all I had to do was slowly dig myself out with my free hand while resting in intervals. Truth be told this was the most “rest” I had in years. Make no mistake I was in grave pain. But my pain tolerance at this point in my life was high I would guess.

(To elaborate on the logic of my decisions up to this point. The reason I could not risk being trapped beneath the bell was because I would be cut off from my oxygen and light. And since this is a spiritual matter. God is my breath and he is my light. So the goal was to separate me from my spiritual senses and suffocate me. Of course, they did not realize what exactly they were doing. They were so blind and deaf that they would only stare at me in confusion if I tried to explain it. And they definitely would not relent, if anything they would have doubled down and been openly offended by me. To be buried under wood and stubble with a chance to live, was far better than to be cut off completely from the light of the day. Which was the exact intention of the bells.)

I slowly but surely started to dig myself out of the rubble. At night I would fall asleep blanketed in the wooden remains of my little hut. And as I would pray for my fellow villagers deeply concerned for them. I would leave my body and would wander around this village and find people kneeling in the grass or mourning because of some sin or shame or depression. I saw myself kneeling and weeping with these people that I had cared for and fought so hard for. Now witnessing them being harassed by the enemy continuously. It was excruciating to watch. I would embrace them in these moments and weep bitterly for them. Sometimes they would embrace me back for a moment, maybe realizing that I truly cared for them. But most of the time they had no idea I was watching them. Let alone what love I had for them. I remember their faces and their postures and I remember the decisions they were faced with. We all had decisions. I wasted no time making mine. There was only one decision, only one course of action. This village has been lost, everyone is working against the Lord here or has given up. It has been taken by the deceiver. And if he has his way none will escape alive. I must flee and find the Lord. That is the only acceptable decision.

And that then was my goal. It felt like it took me days to dig myself out of the rubble. I didn’t so much care about the time as much as dreading what I needed to do after I got out of this mess. I needed to move, and that meant making myself a target again. I needed a plan. And a plan I had. It was the forest! That was the only way out. It was dark and dangerous and I had no idea where it led to but I knew it would be different than here and that was good enough for me.

So at some point gradually going deeper uncovering more of my body. I reached a piece of rubble that was pinning me against the ground. I determined this was a critical piece, supporting some of the enormous weight that was threatening to crush me totally. I considered my options and went to move this piece. There were only 2 possibilities either I move this and I get crushed even more or I move it and it relieves enough pressure for me to shimmy out. I took my chances, gritted my teeth and pulled on this wooden piece leveraging it out. “At last! It worked!” I was free and as I crawled out from under the rubble I knew I had only a few moments before they realized I was free again. I had to take stock of my wounds so that I knew what my options were. I had a broken ankle and a crushed arm. Also my right leg was crushed but I chose to use it anyway because it could still bear my weight to a degree. My right arm was free so it was tired but otherwise healthy. I turned to look at the forest. I felt some demons become aware of me, even watching where I was looking. They quickly sounded the alarm and warned the man of my movement. He quickly obliged them, mistaking their voices for the voice of the Holy Spirit. I heard that familiar whistle through the air and “kerplunk!” Giant metal Liberty bells even faster and bigger than before I had been trapped! I ran panting and I knew if only I could make it to the forest, it was dark enough he could not see me. My chances of escaping would be much higher and I would rather die anywhere then trapped under those terrifying bells. I refused to be caught. I darted and leaped and rolled out from under each projectile.

*Thwump* *hwuung* The sound of the bells striking the soft dirt rung out as a deep labored echo. Right, Left, Right, Left I dodged and darted in a pattern hoping he would keep missing me only until I reached the trees and brush. I made it! Pushing my way passed the dense foliage never consciously slowing down. I heard the terrible crashes of the giant bells through the trees, only seeming to get bigger and more terrible. Loud *Snaps* and *Cracks* of tall trees giving in to outrageously heavy objects thrown with such violence. But I made it and that means I was out his line of sight. The Bells kept coming but he did not know where I was. I could breathe again. so I kept moving at the quickest pace allowed by my extremities which up to this point had little say in the matter. I was gripping my left arm and dragging my foot along entirely by this time. Removing my hand only for a moment to swat away invasive foliage.

I noticed however, I wasn't the only thing in this forest. There were little creatures and they were stalking me. Trying to take stock of my capabilities no doubt. This angered me, because I do not like being watched. “Come at me then!” I issued forth my challenge. They came leaping out of the trees and bushels. Targeting my neck and my ears and face. I swatted them away with as much vigor as I could muster. I was even using my other rather limp arm at some points to whip them straight to the ground. I grabbed a stick to swing about never stopping my forward movement. I could still hear the cracks of the trees and the resounding echoes of the bells. This was no place to rest or take a break. The creatures, apparently disturbed by my momentum, kept getting larger and more ferocious. At first they were like squirrels or chipmunks then they were like rabbits and racoons then coyotes, dogs and wolves. As this continued I kept trading my sticks for larger ones. Dropping it and grabbing a new one. This kept going for a long time. I was very bloody and torn up because even though I wasn’t slowing down I could not guard against all their teeth or claws. Not in the wounded state I was in anyway. It was continuous and it never stopped until I reached what appeared to be the end of this dark forest. I could see light again through the trees. Then all the animals stopped attacking me and I went forward. I heard a low growl as I approached the tree line. Three huge gaunt black lions slowly stood up in my path. Up until now I was determined, angry and restless. Now with these lions in front of me, I lost some nerve, I was prepared to fight but I had terrible dreams of large cats and lions hunting me as a kid. It was time to face them now, my childhood nightmares. I didn’t know what to do so I tried to move away from them to go around them. This was a grave mistake. They pounced on me and the first one grabbed my good arm in his mouth and crunched it between his teeth. The others were tearing and biting my legs. I fought off the first one with my other arm, punching and gouging his eye. He released me and they all retreated deeper into the woods thinking I was dead no doubt. I turned immediately and started crawling with both arms now crushed. I could only scoot with my least crushed arm which just so happened to be my left one now. Both my legs were completely useless to me.

“Finally!” I whispered to myself. “I made it out!” There was a dirt road skirting the forest and a large grassy field beyond it. I couldn’t believe it. Before I even had time to, I felt the Earth rumble beneath me. *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* The sound of rhythmic footsteps coming from the Forest. “O what now I thought.” “Come back for more I wonder?” I turned over slightly just so I could see it, still lying face down, by now on the dirt road. I saw a huge giant made of solid gold. He must have been over a hundred feet tall. With a face so bright no one could even bear to look at it. Bare from the waist up, wearing only a modest loin cloth. He was not happy at all. He took one look at me and raised his right foot and stomped on me twice in quick succession. *Bwack* *Bwoom* the sound of my bones being crushed under his giant foot. My broken body now laid face up completely paralyzed and immobile with nothing but cratered earth beneath me. I could not see his face but I sensed he had accomplished his mission as he turned his face from me and started walking right back across the forest where he came from. I realized at this point he probably wasn’t from the forest but had only come there looking for me and when he found me it seemed he had a bone or many bones to pick with me. And pick them he did. I would even dare to say all of them.

Then I laid there for several moments staring up at a beautiful blue sky with the sun shining full force on my face. I had made it this far, and maybe this was it. I felt the presence of a man coming to see me. He was beautiful and peaceful. I recognized Him right away. I began to weep. I could not move at this time, but I could speak and hear and see. “I would lay here forever if you would only visit me sometimes.” I said to Him. “I know Brandon. I know.” He bent down and put his hand on my head briefly. Then he turned and we heard some voices in the distance. “I have to go now.” He said. “Will I see you again?” I replied. “Yes, you will.” Then these 2 blundering rhinoceroses came out of the grasslands along the road. They were stalking any passersby and attacking them. They found me and they said to one another. “Look at this sorry, example of a man.” “What a pathetic man of God he must be to make it this far and be in such bad shape.” “Is he dead yet?” One of them smelled my breath to see if I was dead. “I think he is still alive.” “Lets deal with him quickly so we can move on. There may be others around.” Of course I knew there wasn’t anyone else around but at this point I couldn't muster the strength to speak anymore. So I wasn’t volunteering any information to these demonic abominations.

They trampled me, and gored me with their horns and threw me into the air. They did this for several moments jeering and laughing. They eventually felt like they had done enough and noticed I was still alive. They grew frustrated and decided that they would issue one final notice of they’re contempt. “He is still alive.” “Let’s get him for good this time.” “Ok, grab a leg.” So one grabbed my right arm and the other grabbed my left leg in their mouth. They pulled in tandem and tore off my limbs. I could not scream or move. I could only watch and feel what they were doing to me. They started laughing as they waddled off in search of their next victim. I thought to myself “Well, I am not sure what else is left for me. Why can’t I die?” “Why am I still alive?” “What else could there possibly be for me to do?”

While I was questioning the very strange circumstances I found myself in. I heard something approaching. It was another very large black cat. It wasn’t a lion, it had spots in its fur like a panther or some type of black leopard. It found me lying there with blood seeping out of my wounds all over my body but especially from missing limbs. Usually when these types of situations appear in movies or stories the cat might pounce toward the camera and the shot will end in blackness. Moving on to the next aspect of the story without barely a thought to that poor expendable extra that suffered such a terrible end. This was no movie though and we were not moving anywhere at the moment. The cat began eating my stomach, pulling and tearing my insides. “Why can’t I die?” I asked myself. I remembered what Jesus said to me. “Yes, you will.” “He told me I would see him again. I am okay with dying to make that become a reality.” Death was a joke at this point. The large cat was digging deeper under my rib cage. I lost consciousness at some point, finally believing the end to have come.

I woke up in what looked like a hospital bed. In a room that looked and felt like a storage closet for outdated medical devices. There was only one light above my bed and it was very bright. I was covered in bandages all over my body and still missing a few limbs. There were alarms sounding outside the door and a small glass window in the upper part of the door. I could see red lights flashing. I could see the tops of people's heads running back and forth in front of the door. I felt some strength and decided I could move again. So I crawled out of my bed and shimmied across the floor and reached up for the handle. I opened the door. People in green fatigues, some with ribbons and badges were running all over. Whatever was happening they needed all hands on deck. Men were running by me with a few women with them. Some were dressed in white coats like doctors or scientists. There was a desk in the hallway like you would see at a hospital and there were many women there sitting around and making jokes. One of them saw me but quickly looked away as if to seem busy. I tried to keep my leg out of the walkway but had to lean my back against the wall because I was tired. When I did this I watched for several moments as everyone frantically ran around some men were on a mission armed and ready for battle. Some women following close behind ready to tend to those in need.

One woman noticed me sitting on the floor looking at everyone. “What are you doing there?” She rattled off to me. “Why aren’t you out there fighting with the rest of them?” She was pointing her finger at me with her hand on her hip. “O, I see, too good for them aren’t you?” She was interrogating me now. “You should be ashamed of yourself, you're just going to sit there while good men die defending this place.” She scoffed. I thought to myself. “What on earth could she possibly be seeing that would make her talk to me like that?” Then I began to see myself through her eyes. She saw a strong, healthy, young man sitting on the floor in everyone's way while others were rushing to the call of battle. She saw that I had the same green fatigues and 4 healthy limbs. But she was offended at my posture because I was slouching and looked hungover. I decided there was nothing I could say that could convince her differently. To her I looked like a lukewarm church goer who had partied too hard the night before. I wasn’t too upset. She was seeing according to the flesh. If she had any sort of spiritual discernment that people like her boast so much about, she would have seen what was really going on. I reached up for the doorknob behind me. I turned it slowly and went back inside my lonely room. I let the door close behind me and crawled back into my bed, rolled over and shut my eyes. I began to weep. I felt that same presence near me. “It was you that brought me here wasn’t it?” I asked “Yes, I did.” He replied. “You do care about me!” I exclaimed, “You didn’t forget about me!” and I fell into a deep sleep.

Anyone with wisdom or prophetic insight could probably tell you based on this vision what I did wrong. Hopefully, also what I did right.

The First mistake I made was not recognizing my enemy. The main reason I was overcome in the first place was because of poison arrows of slander and betrayal by someone I considered a friend.

The Second mistake, and by far the worst, was Idolatry. Idolatry is when someone or something has as much or more influence over your life than God. This was because that person throwing objects had so much power over me and at some point I allowed it to go too far. Otherwise he would have not been able to hurt me like he did. I should have kept my own boundaries and at some point we would have parted ways but at least it would not have been so grievous. This is also what led to the golden giant after the forest. It is not always enough to run away from false gods they should be denounced.

The Third mistake I made was fear. I was afraid of the Lions at the end of the jungle. And when they attacked me it was because I hesitated and gave them an opening.

Whether there is more or not I do not know. Maybe someone else more experienced than me may have more insight into these matters.

Restitution

2021-03-21T01:15:00.002-07:00

Restitution

Like most times I entered straight at the feet of Jesus. Sometimes he smiles so big when he sees you, you can feel it. Also, like most times I kneel and repent at his feet overcome by his presence. We spoke briefly about my life and he said he wasn’t disappointed in me. I said I wasn’t sure why he wasn’t upset with me and started to weep. He then replied, “Well then, when you get to heaven you will be very surprised.” When these kinds of exchanges are made I am usually lying face down grasping for his ankles and it takes me a moment to stand again, usually with his help. Then he said, “Now let's eat.” He grabbed me and sat me at his table. Filled with all kinds of breads, strange fruits, the sweetest wine, and wonderful oils and we began to eat together with him across from me. He usually favors the wine and eats everything else with intention. I however eat the bread and fruits with reckless abandon dunking in the oils and stopping to drink only when I catch his eye. Which he tends to stare at me when I do. He always seems so pleased when I eat with such zeal.

“So I am doing better than I think I am?” I asked. “Yes, that is what it seems.” He answered “I can’t imagine why.” I stated. Then he started to reminisce about some things I used to talk about to him before when I was younger. “Do you remember when you used to insist that Michael the Archangel fight you in single combat?” “Haha” We both laughed. “Yeah I do.” “I don’t even know what Michael looks like. I have never met him before.” I stated. I continued to eat like it was the first time I had seen food. This is common in heaven when sitting at the Lord's table, He was just sitting on the other side of the table watching me, pleased. He also seemed very eager about something. The conversation got quiet and tears started to fall from my cheeks. You have never felt such peace as when you are with the Lord, the Prince of Peace. “I love you, Lord.” I choked up past half a loaf of bread and half a strange heaven fruit.

The significance of this statement is that on Earth you can lie. You can say you love something or someone and not be telling the truth. It is quite common actually. In heaven however, you cannot lie. Your spirit will give you away. So this dynamic makes a seemingly daily ritual we perform with everyday relatives very powerful and revealing to your character and feelings towards the Lord in heaven. All kinds of scriptures flood your mind that fit the exact moment. “Those who love me obey me.” The fact that I Loved the Lord meant that I obey him. This is powerful when you feel like a big worthless sack of refuse. He floated right through the table, sat next to me and said, “I love you too.” I began to weep not because of his response although that was powerful enough. But because of the revelation that I was obedient to the point of loving my Lord.

All kinds of memories began flooding my mind at this time. Times I was obedient even to the point of suffering. I was undone by this point, because before I came to heaven this time I was very afraid my entire life had been wasted and lost. I used to request the Lord open the books of my past and judge me so that I could be sure whether I had done good or bad. Although, I never had high hopes to be honest.

I knew that after this powerful revelation that I was coming to grips with how the Lord felt about my past. And it was good. My next cause of worldly stress was my future. So I started the next segment by asking, “Will you take care of me then?” He leaned in close and stated, “I always take care of my Father’s friends.” My eyes lit up, “I am the Father’s Friend!?” I Shouted!

“I want to show you something.” He said, lifting me gently by my arm from the table. We then began walking and he explained he wanted to show me to the Treasure house for the Father’s friends. It was a reward for those who were his friends on earth. We spoke as we walked, “It is of the highest priority to the Father that he not give you anything that would change you on earth.” He spoke this in regards to my previous question because part of that question involved financial blessings. He could also read my thoughts and finances had been especially stressful for me on earth at this time. So I greatly desired the Lord to supernaturally bless me. I knew exactly what he meant, Money tends to change people's priorities in life and thereby changing a friend of God into a consumer vendor relationship not based on love but position, transactional.

I definitely understood him. Being a friend of God is the greatest of all testimonies but it isn’t a get rich quick scheme. He can only bless you if you won’t change your priorities. I thought about my own children and how much I love them. I thought about if I had millions of dollars and I knew that they would change if I gave it to them, for the worse. Then I couldn’t possibly give it to them, at the very least not all at once.

I understood the general implications of this specific rule. Then the reality of what he was saying finally hit me. “Wait, The Father doesn’t want me to change?!” I exclaimed. “Of Course not. You please him very much.” He stated casually. I began gasping for air Hyperventilating I fell to the ground sobbing uncontrollably. We were on our way to the reward house for the friends of God. But the only reward I ever needed was just given to me. I started repeating what he said over and over again. “I please the Lord?, I please the Lord?, I PLEASE THE LORD?!” I laughed in between labored gasps. Tears flooding my face I began to say the craziest things. “My life is complete, I don’t need anything anymore.” “I don’t need anything, I have what I have sought.” “I don’t need more rewards, this was the only reward I have ever wanted.” “My life is over. If I died tonight I would die a happy man.” Even though I had been struggling with terrible depression and stress and temptations on Earth. “You don’t have to give me anything else. I have what I need.” He then asked if I was sure. I tried to make myself need something because I knew I wanted my money problems on earth to disappear. However, it was hopeless. I couldn't even fake it my spirit gave me away.

I was enraptured in Joy. It felt like hours I was on the ground, beside myself, barely able to breath. I began shouting in Heaven, “I Please the Lord!” again louder “I PLEASE THE LORD!” Jesus began to speak, “The Father is so pleased with you he will lift you up and put you in front of kings and high officials to testify of his goodness to the people and they will listen to you and respect your counsel.” I jumped straight into the air flying around like a kite shouting and proclaiming, “I PLEASE THE LORD, I PLEASE THE LORD.” I shouted straight into the direction of the throne so He would hear me and know that I received his message. Jesus touched me on the shoulder and I stopped mid shout to pay attention to my master. “Stop that”, he whispered, “He will hear you.” “I am sure he already has.” I said smiling ear to ear. “I am sure you're right.” He replied “But he told me to show you this treasure room so let’s hurry while he is restraining himself.” He gently grabbed my hand and floated back down toward the respective direction of the treasure room.

We walked up to a big door covered in Gold from top to bottom. He walked through it effortlessly without opening it as I followed close behind. I really wasn’t too interested in the treasure because I was so filled to the brim with fulfillment and success. However, I knew the Lord wanted me to see this room now and I applied all my remaining attention to processing what was in this room awaiting his friends. Jesus was walking quickly to the back skipping some of the more general treasures such as piles of Gold nuggets and gold dust. Golden furniture and utensils, vase’s, tables and such. Huge piles of rubies, emeralds and sapphires. I had only a few seconds to notice these things before we got to the back of the long room and there were things that were more personalized. I saw my own suit of armor, beautiful and hanging on a plain mannequin. It was Scaled armor all the way down to the cuffs, the tail hung to the back and sides of the knees. The trousers were also plated and scaled to the ankles. The helmet was simple in design but fluid in function designed for maximum protection with minimal bulk. Also, it was designed to fit a Crown at the top which rendered the helmet virtually indistinguishable from the Crown. Although the crown was not fixed to the helmet because I was wearing it at the time.

I gasped in disbelief, “Is that my old suit of armor?” I used to be a powerful warrior in the Lord’s army but recent years were so bad it was as though I were sifted by all the might of hell. I barely recognized this pristinely kept suit of armor, designed for function and grace, which I had practically lived in but a few years ago. “Yes, although lately it seems you like to do battle without it.” Jesus replied. We both laughed together because of the irony. Both of us knew how hard it had been for me, how much constant battle and duress I had been under. He smiled at me amused, because he knows me better than anyone. He knows I will utilize anything at my disposal to win a fight in the spirit or in the natural for that matter. However, I could not keep up with the fierce fighting so at some point or another I had been beaten so badly, I gave up my armor and my sword and.. “Is that my Sword there too?!” I said amazed. It was hanging on the wall behind the armor. Glistening with aggressive lightning snapping off the blade like it would reach out and fry anything that came near. I remembered it well, I had used this sword to fight in the spirit almost every night for years. For friends, for family, for people who were in my charge, for complete strangers even. As soon as he handed it to me he turned and gestured away and there came a White horse or unicorn for that matter. “Do you remember him?” He asked as he gestured to him. I stood in complete disbelief. I couldn’t speak for several moments. “I can’t believe this!” “My Horse! How did you get him? I thought he was lost.” “He was lost but I recovered him from the battle and nursed him back to health.”

I had received a white horse from the Lord and when things got so bad I felt like I had lost everything. I loved my horse but I did not know how to ride him properly and I had no teacher. So I dismounted him and at that moment he was eaten or so I thought by Tigers with Crocodile mouths which is to say in the prophetic, slander, division and predatory deception. We had a brief ministry together and I used him well, except for when he was lost.

I walked to him and hugged him and began to cry because I Loved him very much and I regretted losing him in such a manner. I also wept because my Lord was so kind to save him and heal him, let alone to return him to me. I could not believe that I was so close to such an amazing person. He is so much kinder than any dream you could devise and imagination you could muster. Even through all my testing and loss I felt as though I had lost everything and it was all my fault and surely the Lord had nothing but judgement for me. Being such a bad steward as I believed myself to be. Here he was returning things not even in my imaginations. Returning things long lost to the abyss of never ending spiritual torment. Things I never thought I would see again nor even asked to see again.

“You haven’t even given him a name yet.” He said to me. “A name? I just figured you had a name for him. I received him in the heat of a fierce time in my life. I did not have the time to think of a name.” I embraced him and petted his nose and examined his horn as I didn't even have time to do that before. I gave him a name suitable to a powerful steed.

“I need a saddle!” I exclaimed. That was a big reason for me not being able to use him properly. I had no saddle and although you can still travel more effectively on bareback then on foot, in the heat of battle it is impractical to fight on horseback without a saddle. So Jesus gave me a beautiful saddle that he materialized with his hands.

Ground Zero

2021-03-21T00:30:00.000-07:00

Ground Zero.

I was having a very difficult time, I was being tormented at night, with all kinds of memories and layers and layers of personal traumas. Ranging from words that people had spoken over me, things I had done or said that carried a great amount of shame in my past. Attitudes that people carried towards me. Harsh verbal and emotional abuse all throughout my childhood some of which no one knew about, some of which people justified as normal. Well, maybe for an adult it is normal for people to hold you accountable unjustly and blame you for things and curse you and speak against you. But this is not excusable behavior toward a child.

I was in constant pain emotionally, spiritually and physically. There were many times throughout my life I had experienced intense spiritual warfare. But this was different, it was as though all protection had been removed from me. It was as though I was defenseless, and I did not know what to do. So I decided I would muster the strength and courage to experience the Lord again. Sometimes in intense warfare you might experience a wide variety of feelings and emotions. It is important that you check these emotions and discern between attacks from the enemy and a flaw in your character. This requires strength and courage. Attacks from the enemy will never disqualify someone from experiencing the Lord, in fact quite the opposite, but a gross flaw in character may at times hinder and impede you from experiencing his presence prophetically and must be repented of or dealt with accordingly to experience him freely. I am only speaking from what I have learned to be true of course, and it is possible that someone else may have more complete information on this subject.

I needed him and so I was willing to do whatever it took to reach him again. I said my prayers. Dotted my I’s and crossed my T’s. This is the creator of all the Earth we are talking about. You don’t want to be caught slipping in terms of respect. I closed my eyes, and there He was with His radiating face! He reached out for my hand. I gave it to Him. I immediately turned to see the Father’s throne again. Just like I had never left, I leaped onto his feet. Nuzzling him and trying to burrow my way in. After a moment, Jesus took me up into the Father’s lap and a bright light came from his chest. We both disappeared into it. I opened my eyes on my knees. I looked around, Jesus was radiantly smiling. He was much happier here and more at peace than he normally was. The atmosphere was so overwhelming but so calm. I wanted to burst into tears but I couldn’t. This was because there was no pain here. I thought to myself. “Can I cry tears of joy then?” “Here you are in this Holy place and you want to waste your time crying?” He said. The room was pure white but it was so warm. It was completely empty but nothing was missing. I took in long deep breaths. Everytime I did, the walls would move almost like they were breathing too. Jesus was so fulfilled. It was so peaceful and calm. I did not feel panicked or scared. I did not feel the need to dig myself into the Father’s chest. Because I literally felt as though if I dug any further I would be moving away from him. “What is this place Jesus?” I asked “This is the Father’s Heart.” He breathed out these words effortlessly. This was the only response that satisfied all my observations.

Jesus was always moving and working. He almost never stops, and when he does, never for very long. But he was in no hurry to move from this place. You see this place was Ground Zero.

We were made from the Father’s heart. In this place nothing exists but what the Father intended you to be. There is no trauma. There are no wounds. There is no loss. There is no rejection. Not only do these things not exist here you can’t even describe these things in this place. You do not even relate to the hardships of Earth. It’s like nothing but God is real in this room. You are completely whole. You are completely received. There is nothing wrong with you, and there never was anything wrong with you. To think you were flawed or a failure in this room would be inconceivable and insulting if it were even possible to do so. I walked around and soaked in the atmosphere. I ran my fingertips down the walls. “They are moving.” I thought to myself. I was breathing steadily and deeply. My body on earth was being nourished by this breath. I could feel it in my lungs. I was literally breathing in the original “Breath of life.” I was lost for words. Jesus was happy watching me. If I was in his position I would also be happy to bring people here and watch them. I stayed here a long time.

There's a First time for Everything

2021-02-26T17:52:00.010-08:00

Experiences from Heaven.

My First Experience going to heaven was in my late 20’s. We watched a Sid Roth: it's supernatural and we discovered that it was possible to experience heaven at any time. I decided at that moment I wanted to do this. I would not stop, if it was possible for anyone it would be possible for me as well. Not only that but I told the Lord it was my desire that I should master this art of experiencing heaven by faith and teach it to others whom he leads me to. My uncle told me,

Ephesians 2:6: “and he raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus”

Saying that a part of us was in heaven all the time and could be active if we desired. I have read that scripture many times and have never had it pass into any present reality until that moment. I made up my mind. “I would make my spirit active before the Lord as often as possible by faith, even if I don't feel anything, even if I don’t fully understand what it is I am supposed to be doing up there. I would engage the Lord. I would receive from him.”

So immediately I began “moving” my spirit around by conscious choice. Even if it was only me mouthing to myself what my spirit man was doing up there. I did it with joy, I did it with faith. Knowing that more understanding and hopefully real prophetic experiences would happen on their own. I was not disappointed.

Let us return then to the first occasion of Heaven experience. It was January probably later in the month. It was a terrible time for me and my wife. We were so broken in our spirit, so wounded in our souls, so sick in our bodies. Me and my wife were processing some grievous wounds that we had received in our respective childhoods and adult lives. We had many, it took us over a year to even be able to smile genuinely again. On January 21st I suffered a terrible hand injury and it was broken in 2 different places. I had to have corrective surgery so it would heal properly. By the time this happened I had already been unemployed for about 6 months. We had no income and now I needed surgery?! I had never had a surgery in my life and now of all times!? So one night some time after this, I crawled into bed late as I did most nights, and I thought to myself, “I can speak what I want my spirit man to do in heaven but now I am going to enter my spirit man consciously and I am going to experience the Lord by faith.” If our soul is in our body on earth and our spirit in heaven then why can’t our conscious soul enter our spirit in heaven at any time and retain that consciousness. Even to the point of seeing heaven as if we were actually there just not in body.

Right then and there I prayed a short prayer. “Lord, please give me the prophetic grace to experience you tonight.” Then I added, “And if I am going to actually see you, please forgive me of any stains or sins whether I realize them or not please cover me with the blood of Jesus so that the first time I see you, It will be clean.”

As soon as I finished speaking I felt a tug on my core like someone was pulling me up. I entered what seemed like a very long dark hole or hallway. There was a brilliant light at the end and I felt like I didn’t even have time to process everything I was seeing. That inherently isn’t true however because in the spirit you can process everything instantly. As I would soon realize. As I approached the light it looked like a portal gleaming with brilliant white light. I shot through the end and landed on my hands and knees. I looked around and I saw brilliant green grass with lights coming from it all over. I saw beautiful trees and people everywhere, some wearing plain robes and almost looked like they were wandering around. I was very confused in one way because I thought they ought to have known more than me and some of them did not seem to. An angel had accompanied me through the portal and he was standing by me almost as if he was waiting for me to ask questions or for somewhere to go. I had only one question.

My whole body shook as I asked it, “Where is He?” the angel looked at me and pointed in the direction of a City with a huge wall. I was still on my hands and knees and I began to shake. I looked at the ground as great fear filled me, “Will He see me?” He did not respond immediately, but eventually said seemingly confused, “I am not sure.” I gritted my teeth and slammed the ground with my fist as I had done on earth when the Lord challenged me with some great task or seemingly impossible situation I knew I could not do alone.

“Take me to him!” I demanded. The angel looked very calm. He turned and at once I found myself in front of 'Him'. He was just as gentle and kind as anyone had ever described him. At that moment I knew that everyone who had seen him had described him accurately and indeed had failed to do him justice. He looked at me with those caring eyes and reached down for my hand, I fell with my face down and dared not raise my face to him. I stayed there until I felt his warm strong hands on my shoulder and only then would I rise for then I would know that he receives me and grants me an audience with Him. In truth Jesus was not necessarily the one I was after. I had only the Father on my mind this entire time. I was referring to Him when I insisted on being brought to the throne. At this time in my life I was very confused and I knew that Jesus was the only way to the Father so of course I received him, but in my mind on earth I felt like Jesus cared mostly for other people like evangelists or new Christians or the lost. And because I did not consider myself in any of those categories I mainly focused my attention, even as a child, on the Father. Through the Son always. But nevertheless my affections were for the Father.

He was my goal. He was who I wanted to approach. He was the one I had to see. I absolutely had to know. I had to make my peace with him because my life had been so painful and so miserable. I had to know what he thought of me. Was I evil? Did he think I was a bad husband? Did he know who I was and what I had gone through for him? What evil people had done to me because of my testimony in Christ? Did he know that I loved His people? That I cared for His people? Did He know that I adored Him and loved Him? I needed to know that He hadn’t forgotten me, that He knew my name!

I stood up as Jesus touched me and when I stood completely I saw his face again, so kind and gentle. Past his shoulder I saw HIM! I saw the Throne and giant feet at the foot of it!!! I reached out for him with all my might and a crowd of people stood in between me and my God. I ran to him and reached the backs of a large crowd. I stopped because none of them moved. They turned around and it was my family and people I had known on earth, most of whom were still alive. They were very angry with me and they put out their arms as if to drag me away. My mother was chief among them; I felt in that moment, she would rather me have died then let me approach God freely. My aunts and my older brother were there. Some who were in authority over me, some who took authority over me. All people who threatened me, belittled me, mocked me for my passion and my faith as a boy. I had others throughout my life even into adulthood always trying to hijack my gifts and use them for their own gain. Demons the lot of them. I was frantic. I cried out and rebuked them and charged straight through them as hard as I could. I made it past the bulk of them and one more was left, a man I was tied to closely in the spirit. I had given this young man so much influence over my life that I suffered so greatly at his pride. He became a god to me but then many of those in my life made themselves gods to be feared and worshiped. But If anyone was responsible for my current state I suppose he did me the most spiritual harm out of anyone else.

I gritted my teeth once again and I pointed at him and I rebuked his place in my life and demanded in the name of Jesus he remove himself from between me and my God. I ran past him and fell with all my body on these beautiful feet before me. I was weeping so bitterly I couldn’t breath. I was screaming, “Don’t take me away, Don’t let them take me away! Don’t let her take me away! No! No! Don’t let my mother take me away from you!” I am sure any onlookers were very confused at what was happening. I however, did not believe I was safe. I felt as though anyone from my past but especially my mother and older brother could walk in and take me away from the feet of my Lord any time they wanted. With all manner of disqualifying accusations they could conjure. This is the power they had over me to this point, so it seemed anyway. I wanted to believe that Jesus or the Father would help me and step in to face my enemies but that was not how things usually went on earth and I did not know if they would grant it to me here either. I kept screaming, “Don’t send me away. Don’t send me away!” I had felt up to this point that God the Father had an angry face as if some protocol had been broken or some process had not taken place. But when I began to beg him to receive me and protect me and I pleaded with him not to send me away from his presence. I felt his countenance change. Although it is possible that his countenance was always receptive and it was the other people who were upset as they usually were. I could feel his heart melt at the sight of me and that gave me great comfort as I continued to plead with him, if only a little quieter, “Please, please don’t send me away.” As I clawed at his feet with my hands, “Don’t let her take me, She hates me, she doesn't want me here.” “She will never rest, She always gets what she wants, Please save me from her.”

At some point after several minutes I started to breathe again, or at least became conscious of it. I was nuzzling up to the Lord so close. I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted to burrow beneath his skin. At least, that was my exact intention. Granted, I wasn’t functioning at a very intelligible level at this time, I also wasn’t far off. I felt his large hand come and scoop me up as I was completely paralyzed in it. I was curled up in the fetal position shoving my face into the skin of his hands. I was terrified to look at any part of him or open my eyes at all because I did not know if he was going to be angry or if I was going to be rebuked or thrown out. I breathed heavily, mouthing words as my spirit relaxed in his hand. “Please, don’t let me go.” I muttered under my breath. “Please protect me.” I began to be comforted. He seemed to be enjoying my display even though I felt as though everyone in heaven was very perplexed. “I need you.” I spoke wrapping my arms as far around his hand as I could reach. “I have always needed you.” I laid in his hand nuzzling into him as much as possible. I even started to feel a pull in my cheek. It was an all but foreign sensation. I managed to crack a smile. As I became aware of it I felt my body *thud!* My arms and legs jerked and my eyes shot open. My face and pillow were soaked in tears but that gentle tug in my cheek was still present.

The Great Forest, A Short Story

2021-02-23T15:34:00.005-08:00

The Great Forest

There was a Forest once and in it were all kinds of wonderful plants and animals.

There were Trees, large and strong towering over the forest floor.

They provided shelter for the birds and the wild animals in the forest.

Sometimes Men would wander the forest in search of these great Trees.

And cut them down to make houses and buildings for humans to use.

The Trees had many uses and were vital to the health of the forest and all who lived there.

Then there were Flowers, they were beautiful and numerous and they made the forest floor and creeks colorful and they nourished the smaller creatures of the forest.

Like the Bees ,hummingbirds and the finer animals vital to the health and beauty of the forest.

But one day the trees began to be sick and the large and heavy limbs began to fall on the flowers beneath them.

And the large trunks of dying trees would collapse on the beautiful beds of flowers.

And their beauty was covered.

The flowers became very angry at the trees who were supposed to protect them from the sun and harsh weather.

“You're killing us!” They cried. “You're supposed to protect us, if you were proper trees at all.”

The Flowers then made a pact since they could do very little to defend themselves against the towering giants that grew in the forest. “I know” They said. “We will follow the birds and everywhere they lay seeds for the trees we will grow beside them and steal their nutrients so that we will grow as tall as they.”

And so they did. They crowded the smallest seedlings they could and they did their best to tire them out and strangle their roots so they wouldn’t be so big and threatening to the flowers. Though the Flowers did not grow any taller, weeds grew in their place.

The trees were very confused by this. They knew the order of the forest and the importance of all the creatures and plants. They understood that trees sometimes become sick and so they die and the forest finds a way to use even the dead trees to grow new life.

They resolved in themselves to just keep doing their job and protecting the forest quietly even though some loved the flowers very much. They chose to let them leave without a fuss seeing they were very angry. And as a result they did not help the young seedlings to grow at all or even teach them who they were in the forest.

So the flower’s scheme was working well, small seedlings all over the forests were being choked by many flowers. Large clearings of forests with no fully grown trees in sight. Large amounts of flowers congregating in these clearings. It was a beautiful sight to behold for a time.

The seedlings that grew here were called all kinds of names because they were not as beautiful as flowers but not at all useful like a tree. “You're ugly, not like us,'' the flowers said. “We give beauty and hope to this forest, you give it nothing, you're lucky you still have roots at all.”

By this time it had been many years since the sick trees had died but the flowers kept their plan as if it had just happened.

The Harsh sun had beaten on these flowers since there were no trees to protect them. Some even crowded the seedlings, even though they were angry. “You can’t even shield us from the sun which is your job. You are good for nothing you see.” the flowers accused them incessantly.

The seedlings had nothing to do with the flower's pain and because the flowers could not forgive they were suffering and losing they’re beauty. The sun was beating on them, the animals were stepping on them with no protection from the trees. The harsh storms tearing the flowers apart. The clearings began to be ugly and dead.

At this time the King of the forest noticed something was wrong. He went to check on his forest.

He looked at the older trees growing big and tall and being used by men to make homes and buildings. But he noticed that the finer animals were not there. The humming birds were absent. There were no butterflies and the bees were struggling to keep up their production for the winter. For bees make their homes in trees as do most animals. But their food comes from flowers.

The King was troubled. He could find only very few flowers in the forest.

He asked these Flowers “Where are the rest of you?” “They are gone, Great King.” They replied.

This made the King very sad and he went searching for them.

When he found a sickly looking clearing grown with weeds and malnourished seedlings. “O my forest that I created. What have you done?” He proclaimed with a heavy heart. “Who is that?” They replied. The weeds snickered under their breath. “They don’t even recognize their King.” The King saw the seedlings malnourished and sick. “What happened to you, my strong trees, towers of the forest?” “Sir” They replied. “We do not know who you are or who we are or why we are. We are not strong nor are we towers. We are weak and ugly and frail and good for nothing.” “Yes good for nothing. Good for nothing we say!” Chanted all the Weeds and what was left of the flowers.

The King Mourned for his forest, “O my forest that I made with my own hands.” he said “How I have loved you.” “When I made you I set a law in place. Which you have forgotten.”

He Looked at the older Trees and said. “Because you have forgotten my law and been passive in my forest, look at how an entire generation does not even know my name.” “Did you think I had forgotten you and would never come to see my creation again?” he rebuked them. The trees had no answer. “See how the weeds have perverted my law and schemed against you while you let the flowers be taken from you.” He looked at what was left of the Flowers in the field. “Why have you done these things?” He asked. “Who are you to question us?” They replied “Are you a tree also? Come to steal our beauty and claim us for your own?” The weeds were laughing at the flowers as they said these things but the flowers could not tell a weed from themselves.

The King was very angry. He turned to the Seedlings and declared. “I will bring a flood and destroy this field and harsh winds and to kill all green plants that live here. And they will be nourishment for you such that surpasses what was stolen from you.” “Any of you seedlings who are left. Know this, that I am King of this Forest and everything here belongs to me. You were created to be tall and strong. The strongest in the land. These weeds have deceived you but I will make it right. Only repent, follow my law and do not forget my name.” “All who listen to me will overcome and these weeds will have no power over my trees and any flowers that take refuge in them.”

He looked at what was left of the flowers in the field and pointed to the flowers still in the forest. And said “See these flowers have known their place and have followed my law. All the strength of the trees is as their strength and they are higher than you who are wicked and lowly. They are protected from all floods and harsh winds. They are not eaten prematurely or soiled by beasts. Even their petals that fall to the ground are regarded more highly than you in full bloom.” “Repent flowers! Take refuge in the Forest I have made, for a forest is not built by the flowers but by the trees.” “If you do not repent I will destroy you all and bring flowers from a different land more faithful than you. That this forest will be whole again.”

Then the seedlings with one accord said. “We will repent and grow our roots deep so that we might survive and build this forest again!

The Flowers did not respond with one accord but were divided and some said. “Who is he to tell us what to do? We will not listen.” Others replied with great fear. “We must run to the trees we left and repent and maybe they will take us back and let us take refuge in their branches or at their base.”

So the King did all he said he would do and brought terrible storms and floods to the land to bring it back into order. All the seedlings that were left began to grow into great trees and all flowers that took refuge overcame their deception and were safe again.

The King was pleased and gave strict orders to the trees to never again let the forest suffer in silence, But to stand for him and his name without ceasing.

The END

A Short Story by P.R. McCussey