VISION: THE TRIANGLE TABLES

VISION: THE TRIANGLE TABLES
31st March 2009

30th March 2009, I saw a vision flash.

I saw a poorly lit room. I could not tell the size of the room due to the poor lighting.
In the centre of the space that was visible to me, stood a large wooden table.

The table was in the shape of a triangle. The pointed end of the triangle table faced north. Whilst all around the table there were several chairs, at the pointed end of the triangle there was just one chair.

Behind the single chair was a raised platform with wooden railings. The platform looked like a place where a judge / presiding officer/ speaker of the House might officiate the meeting.

There were no people in the room. This entire scene itself, the shape of the table, the dark shadows lurking over the platform, the eerie, sinister, secretive feel to the room, made me wonder if this room was tucked away some place, away from prying eyes.

Yet, the impression I received on seeing this entire room was that this was a place, where those who met here made major decisions, affecting the affairs of many. Also that only those who visited this room, knew of it's existence.

The above was a vision flash I receive 30 March 2009.

The morning of 31 March 2009, suddenly, this vision flash of the triangle table repeated before my eyes.

Following the repeat of this vision flash mentioned above, I saw this vision.

I was standing at a certain height looking down below at the business district of New York. Between the tall buildings on either side, was a street.

Mid-way along the street was a triangle table. A man was wheeling the table along the street. I could not see his face as his back was towards me.

This man wore a beige-colored costume made of cotton cheesecloth. He wore a short beige sleeveless vest, with a satin cloth on the rear of the vest. His waist was bare. He wore beige, with blue pinstripes ballooned pants, which narrowed at the bottom. The entire costume looked Arabian / eastern. In sharp contrast, upon his head was a tall beige-colored Uncle- Sam type top hat, except that the hat did not depict the American flag.


Not a single window in any of the buildings along this street was open, nor did I see anyone peering out of the windows. Yet, there was quite a stir of excitement inside the offices in the buildings, when this man wearing the tall top hat passed by, wheeling the triangle table.

None saw this man, yet there was frantic activity in all the buildings in the vicinity.

The office workers, managers moved back and forth pushing, moving the furniture around them.

With great haste, these people from all the surrounding buildings, carried down tall cupboards, steel filing cabinets, all their valuable office furniture, safety vaults holding assets/ documents, and wooden furniture, which they hastily placed on the footpath / sidewalk.

As I watched this, I fully expected the people to chase the man with the hat on.

Why I wondered had these people brought down all their office furniture? What did they want?

Soon gleaning from their conversations, it became clear that they all wanted to own exactly the same model of triangle table, and were willing to sell all they had to purchase it.

I could not tell exactly where these crowds on the sidewalk were getting their information. I saw that none down below sought to verify or examine this information but simply passed it along as truth.

Now the buzz on the street was that to build the exact same model of the triangle table a massive amount of a particular type of wood was required. This wood had been in short supply as there had been no demand for it earlier, but now due to people wanting triangle tables built, the demand had shot up and this wood had now sold out. The fast-spreading rumor also was that the anticipation of demand for such triangle tables would far outweigh supply. Therefore, those who desperately wanted these tables would have to move fast.

To their delight, those who stood around in the street found that their wooden furniture was made of exactly the same wood required to build the triangle table.

Further market reports warned that the craftsmen would get so busy that they would not have time to break up people’s furniture, so buyers must break up their own furniture and keep it ready for pick up, or else they’d miss out on the triangle tables.

Yet another rumor was that if the people wanted a replica of such a triangle table, they would need a colossal amount of wood. Word was going round that the wood of the triangle table only looked slim from afar, but if one were to examine the table, one could see the massive amount of wood it took to construct such a table.

To me, the table had appeared to be of cheap, ordinary wood with an unimpressive veneer. Now as I listened to the buzz and watched all the flurry of activity on the street, I myself, within the vision was curious to walk down that street and scrutinize the table.

I heard the Lord Say to me within the vision, “Do not go down to examine the triangle table. Stay exactly where I Have positioned you. It’s not about the table.”

Then I suddenly understood that it was not about the table.

It was about the smell.

Now though I was not allowed to smell this polish, or inhale it, I was made to understand that there was an over-powering smell emanating from the table.

The polish on the wooden surface was sending forth this smell. The smell was heady, intoxicating, and like a drug, those who once got a whiff of it, craved for more.

Suddenly, the man with the hat on disappeared as if into thin air. Nobody noticed as none had seen the man with the hat on. I now understood that not the sight of the table but the whiff of it’s polish had brought the people down from their offices.

Strangely, now though no one was pushing the triangle table,I noticed that it did not stray but moved straight along the street, at the same slow speed.


Meanwhile, the strong whiff had made people on the street, forget all else they were doing, and give their all to purchasing whatever it was that contained such a smell. The smell gave them such a high, that drugged by it, they became reckless. Many normally prudent folk had now thrown caution to the wind and become reckless. For the imprudent, which thrived on highs, the triangle table to them came as a ‘life-saver’.

After the disappearance of the man with the hat on, more triangle tables appeared in the street, and followed the first triangle table.

It was a strange sight.

The people on the street did not think this as a strange sight, but as something that was unique and one that would bring them favor.


Now I saw that the people on the street were kneeling on the sidewalk cutting down all the wooden furniture, they had brought down from the buildings. It appeared those who had little or no wooden furniture, had sold their non-wooden office furniture, their safety vaults etc, to create the cash to purchase wood.

The vaults had been emptied before they were sold and all the valuables, documents, etc were lying in a heap on the sidewalk. Soon all in the street had a group of people dressed in black suits/white shirt, guarding their assets on the street corner. I saw that they all held mobile phones in their hands and were constantly looking around, like security guards normally do.

Those who did not need to sell their non-wooden furniture found that the buildings they had rushed out from had suddenly constricted and the stairwell and elevators had become so narrow that they could not return all their office furniture to its original place. So they sold off all the non-wooden furniture for that reason. ( Later I saw that the buildings had become even more constricted and even the people could not get back up to their offices)


Meanwhile the street was full of a neat line of moving triangle tables.

How could these tables move in so orderly a fashion? I wondered.

The chain of triangle tables looked immaculately orderly. All the pointed ends of the triangle table were arranged face front. Not a single table vacillated, or veered away from the others, or went awry.

All the movements of the triangle tables looked so synchronized.

As the chain of tables smoothly turned the corner, something in it’s life-like turning movement made me wonder if it was really a dragon or a large slithering snake.

As these tables turned to the left, I could now see under the tables. I noticed that in the leg of each table, hidden from view were people at a steering wheel, ‘driving’ the table.

I saw that there was one driver per table and each drove the tables with precision and every movement appeared well planned and synchronized.

I saw that many such chains of tables were driving through various adjoining streets in a business district of New York.

Similar scenes were enacted on all the adjoining streets. Chopped up wooden furniture, valuables on the sidewalk, men in black suits guarding it. All the buildings had constricted, so no furniture could be restored to it’s original place.

Now I noticed that in every street all had sold their non-wooden furniture, their vaults, their filing cabinets etc, and their valuables were being guarded by these men in black suits, who constantly spoke on cell phones.

Suddenly, as the people waited on the sidewalk, huge trucks appeared in the street.

I saw that all the triangle tables disappeared and now the streets in this area all had trucks.

I could not see if the tables had passing through other streets in the City, outside this vicinity, but I do know that after the trucks settled into the streets, I saw that the triangle tables had reached the poorly lit room that I mentioned in the vision flash.

Though the tables had disappeared, and though I could not smell the polish, yet I understood that the heady smell permeated the entire area.


I saw that all triangle tables, fitted neatly under the large triangle table which was permanently in that poorly lit room.

It seemed to me that the triangle tables beneath, folded on either side. The main table could fold, but it remained open.

The arrival of the trucks looked quite dramatic.


These trucks were as long as the streets. The high and extra long white cabins of these trucks had a long passage in the middle and on either side of the passage were tall steel cupboards, filing cabinets, steel vaults, all such type of non-wooden furniture.

The truck drivers had been sent to ‘rent out’ this furniture to those standing on the sidewalks. Now people rushed to rent this furniture so that they could store all that had been emptied out onto the sidewalks from their own furniture.

None recognized that all the freshly painted furniture ( with slight variations / changes) within the trucks was that which they themselves had sold off, and that they were now paying highly to rent what had once belonged to them.

As the buildings had now further constricted, none of those standing on the streets could return either their furniture or themselves back to their offices.

So when the people on the sidewalk saw the long trucks, they were ecstatic. It was as an answer to ‘prayer’. There was a great sigh of relief as people loaded all their office belongings onto the trucks.

The people believed these trucks to be a ‘permanent’ sort of place where they could store their valuables.

Now I saw that every street within that vicinity fully occupied by these long trucks. Every truck was the length of the entire street they were parked in.

Day and night these trucks remained parked in these streets. No other traffic could move through these streets.

The truck drivers stood at street corners, sometimes meeting and conversing with other drivers in the area. They held in their hand a leather key chain filled with keys and held two black remotes. One remote control was for opening the driver’s door, but I could not understand what the purpose of the other one was.

The people at no time wondered what would happen if the drivers just drove away.

They presumed that having such trucks so readily available fully kitted with exactly the furniture they needed, was their good fortune.

They presumed that these extra long trucks were a new feature on the street, as all around had them, and thought that though they blocked traffic to and from the street, the trucks were just a new feature for their convenience, and they would have to happily bear the other inconveniences.

Within the vision, I saw many nights and days pass by.

The trucks continued to block the streets. The truck drivers continued to stand on street corners chatting amongst themselves.People could not enter their buildings so these trucks which held their valuables in a manner of speaking became their workplace. They travelled to the trucks as if to work.

I saw in the vision that none had received any triangle tables of their own.

Nonetheless, they seemed unconcerned and remained satisfied with the extreme high they experienced on the collective smell of polish emanating from all the tables that had traveled the streets.

This smell was now permeating the entire neighborhood.

One night, I saw that each truck driver had now returned to his respective vehicle, but I noticed that they stood on the curb,outside the driver's door but did not get in.


Now in unison, all pressed the remote control.

Again, it all looked so synchronized.

I saw all truck drivers, in every street, without conferring with each other, simultaneously, press one of the remote controls, on their key chain. For a moment, I thought that the driver’s seat door would open and these men would drive away.

No door opened. Instead, it was the second remote control on their key chain that they pressed.

I heard the sound of a machine running.

It appeared that the remote they all pressed was to start the refrigeration in the long cabin, which held all the office furniture.

If the refrigeration continued for a certain period, blocks of ice would form and the doors to the cabin would not open. People would have no access to their belongings/valuables. Would the furniture cool or freeze, I wondered.

These people could not hear the sounds of refrigeration, as they were home asleep, believing all was secure and well.

I now understood that these drivers were awaiting a final order from those who sat in that poorly lit room I saw in the vision flash.

I asked the Lord if these drivers would next drive away with the trucks.

“Wait and watch”, Came the Reply.

This reminded me of a 2006 Vision: Men Lose Their Shirts

In that vision too I had been told to "Wait and watch".


Bombay-India
Swarna Jha


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RE: Visions: Triangles and Pyramids
Thursday, April 2, 2009 9:44 AM

COMMENT BY: Randy Maugans, U.S.A

Swarna,

I am intrigued by the imagery of the two recent visions with pyramids and triangles, very mystical imagery---but our Lord is the Lord of Mystery. The key in the vision, "The Triangle Tables": "It is not about the table" is the Lord's way of telling us to be focused upon essence (the "smell")---while all around us people are caught up in the physical movements, objects, and "doing"---we fail to perceive the subtle, the intangible, the very spirits which inhabit our spaces. "The main thing is not the THING".

I see this so much now as people are running to and 'fro analyzing, interpreting, talk, talk, talk....think, think..do, do. And the Lord says: "Wait and watch". Only watch. Do not analyze, do not TRIANGULATE...wait upon me for my ways are higher than your ways and in my WORD is encompassed ALL understanding which go beyond words, images, and vain understandings.

This truly is a word of the Lord in this hour---times of perplexity when we must be wise beyond words, thoughts, and actions.

Blessings!

Randy Maugans-The Threshing Floor
http://threshingfloor-radio.com/