Tuesday, October 27, 2009
( MUST SEE) “By His Grace” (VinnieActs2030’s Testimony)
BUD PRESS
Having a bad day? Do you feel alone and abandoned? Know that nothing is impossible with God. I am proud to say that Vinnie is my dear friend and brother in Christ.
Be blessed,
Bud
Monday, October 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
NEW BLOG
Hi All,
All blogs here, including comments, have now been exported to ONE BLOG.
http://tentsofissachar.wordpress.com/
Blessings,
Swarna Jha
Bombay-India
All blogs here, including comments, have now been exported to ONE BLOG.
http://tentsofissachar.wordpress.com/
Blessings,
Swarna Jha
Bombay-India
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
VISION: THE ALUMINIUM POT
VISION: THE ALUMINIUM POT
12th May 2009
I saw this vision last month.
Down below, I saw an aluminium pot. From a deeply dug trench, came a fire that was heating the pot.
People were going about to and fro from their work and daily routines.
It appeared that a long time ago, a group of people had dug a trench, and lit a fire. Upon the fire this group of people had placed an aluminium pot. Everyone down below for a period of time had forgotten about the pot. The group had long disappeared and now the people who remained on the ground, suddenly noticed the pot, as they went about their daily routines.
The people could not see where the fire was located, all they saw was an aluminium pot heating up. From down below, the aluminium pot looked the size of a domestic pot. None could see that the pot had grown into a giant size.
None in this vision, knew what was in the pot, but all anticipated that whatever was in that aluminium pot would soon boil, and the pressure in the pot would cause the lid to blow.
People down below were in a state of panic.
The aluminium pot had a steel lid, but the rims that fitted within the pot were aluminium.
On either side of the pot was a drop down handle.
Gradually the people became aware that the pot was larger than they thought, but none could see the exact size it had grown. It looked smaller from down below.
The first group of people came with metal rods twisted into a loop in the front and with that they intended to lift the pot, by it's handles.
None could see the fire.
As the people brought the metal rods near the pot, to lift it by it's handles, ( blind to it's giant size) they were burned by the heat of the pot and crashed to the ground.
I saw that the people uprooted a tree and tried to lift the pot with the branches on either side of the tree.
They too suffered burns and crashed to the ground.
Now I saw that there were watchmen to my left and right watching this scene.
The watchmen on the right were greatly perturbed by the growing size of the pot. Now the sounds of boiling could be heard by us and much later, by all the people down below.
The watchmen to my left ran away screaming to the people down below, " The pot is boiling,the pot is boiling,............ the lid will blow, run.....escape.......or all of you down below will be scalded or drowned by the hot water."
The watchmen to my right also thought that it was water boiling in the pot.
They too thought that this vision had concluded, but as they had not understood all they saw, they walked away shouting warnings about the part they did understand, to those down below, " Something's coming! Beware the lid will soon blow".
The lid had not blown yet, but now all the watchmen who had been standing to my left and right had disappeared to warn others.
It seemed somehow logical and scientific for all to think that the lid would blow and the boiling water from this giant pot would splash down below and due to the vast volume of it, flood the ground and scald and drown all below.
I saw that the people down below scurried to find shelter. But as none knew how large this aluminium pot really was, I found that they still stood within the range of the likely spill.
Now within the vision at some point I too wondered if I was to shout down a warning as to the size of the giant aluminium pot. But I was instructed rather, to keep watching the pot and not shout any warnings.
I wondered if that was the end of the vision. This entire scene related above, repeated before my eyes for days. Each time this vision repeated, I was instructed to " Watch the pot".
So I watched the pot.
Earlier on, for a moment I too had wondered if what was boiling in this giant pot that nearly reached the skies, was water. But as I understood within the vision that I was not to leave but stay exactly where I was, and watch the pot, I began to understand that there was more to this vision.
Now I listened closely to the sounds of boiling.
At first, something about the sound of the boiling and later an odour ( I was not allowed to smell it) now absolutely confirmed that whatever was boiling within was definitely NOT WATER.
As I listened further, I was now made to understand that within the pot was a deadly cocktail of every mild and strong intoxicant known to man, every regional/ cultural brew, every alcoholic spirit. Furthermore also within the pot were every mild and strong 'mind altering drugs' and strong painkillers, snake venom, etc known to man.
The ' deadly strange brew' boiling within had cannabis, heroin, 'magic mushrooms', every alcohol, every mild and strong home brew with alcohol content, every hootch, every mind altering chemical, drugs etc known to man.
This was what was boiling at a furious pace within the aluminium pot.
So now for a split second, I wondered if the lid would blow and splash and burn and drown all down below with a flood of this deadly strange brew.
As I stood there wondering, suddenly above the ever growing aluminium pot appeared what looked like a mammoth sized tea-strainer. Except that it was not made of metal but of ICE.
The giant strainer, was fashioned from one large sized very thick block of ice, and had holes in the bowl.
Suddenly, the lid of the aluminium pot blew, and the deadly strange brew flew through the 'ice strainer' above it causing the liquid to cool through it, and this now cooler 'deadly strange brew', 'rained' down on all below.
People who had been standing back, were sprayed by this deadly strange brew and were amazed that they were not burnt. They could not see the ice strainer above, so they were amazed that 1) the liquid was not water 2) whatever had spilled and was flooding their environment was not boiling hot, but was rather cool, and did not scald them as the watchmen had warned. 3) And that their worst fears had not been realized, rather the brew was heady and immediately had a 'pleasant' effect on them.
So these people shouted to all those who had gone into safe places to hide, to come out and join them.
Within no time, the place was crowded with the returnees and the people sniffed at the brew, drank it, played in it.
It appeared that all these people had metal bodies under the skin of flesh. The brew was fatal, even a sip of it caused corrosion within.
They mocked at the watchmen who had warned that they would 'scald'.
" Well we's sure high on dis stuff, but we sure ain't scaldin'" they laughed.
I was not allowed to smell this deadly brew but could see the deadly effect it was having on people. They reeled to and fro, and had lost their equilibrium.
I saw one man attempting to stand up and move away from the flood he had been floating in. He stood for a moment upon a dry patch of ground that was untouched by the deluge. I saw that his face was blue, and his body was covered all over with a strange growth, that looked like fluorescent miniature orange-red wild berries, and both his legs from his calves down looked as if they were made of clay.
I was shown that below his calves, this man had neither flesh nor bones. The clay was empty and hollow within.
The man was unable to stand upright. The weight of his huge body was too much for the 'clay legs' to bear. He lost his balance. The clay crushed to powder and he toppled into the flood of this strange deadly brew. I saw that all who attempted to stand up, lost their balance.
Those who were not caught by the flood, lay on dry ground as even the whiff of this deadly brew made people lose their balance.
Yet, there were those who were determined that this strange deadly brew was a 'new wine' and had to be shared with those who had missed the flood.
I saw some people crawling on their knees, on dry ground, digging canals and waterways. They would channel this strange deadly brew to the rest of the world.
I saw a man caught in this flood, he did not look like the rest of the crowd. He quickly realized that the brew was deadly and detrimental to his health, and he was desperate to escape it but knew not how. He lifted up his right arm towards the sky. As he did this, his left hand that was feeble, was divinely lifted and placed over his face, covering his mouth and nose. He was removed from the flood and taken to a place of safety. He was covered in a shield. Neither the flood nor the smell would affect him.
Those who had escaped to dry ground presumed that they were safe. Whilst some drowned in this deadly brew, there were those who were yet floating in it, but they knew not that a slow and painful end awaited them.
It appeared that not only were the people to flee from what the intoxicated were calling, a 'flood of new wine', but they were to also avoid inhaling this strong smell.
Those on dry ground, near to the flooding and those world over, seemed unaware that a strong wind would sweep this intoxicating smell around the world and those who inhaled this were also in danger.
I noticed that those far away from the flood, presumed they were safe. They did not discern that the heady smell that was permeating the atmosphere was hazardous to their health, and they were to seek the Lord to be shielded from it.
After having escaped the flood, those nearby presumed they were safe. Many among those around the world, presumed that as the flood had not come to them, they were safe. They did not understand that though the flood would not hit all, the heady, intoxicating, over-powering smell of the strange deadly brew would permeate the entire atmosphere. They were not to inhale this.
But no man by his own strength could avoid inhaling. Seeking the Lord was imperative.
Those who understood, sought the Lord and these were protected and shielded not only from the flood but also the strong intoxicating smell.
BEWARE! DO NOT BE FOOLED BY WHAT THE UNDISCERNING TERM AS 'NEW WINE'.
Isaiah 51: 22-23
Isaiah 52: 11-12
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
12th May 2009
I saw this vision last month.
Down below, I saw an aluminium pot. From a deeply dug trench, came a fire that was heating the pot.
People were going about to and fro from their work and daily routines.
It appeared that a long time ago, a group of people had dug a trench, and lit a fire. Upon the fire this group of people had placed an aluminium pot. Everyone down below for a period of time had forgotten about the pot. The group had long disappeared and now the people who remained on the ground, suddenly noticed the pot, as they went about their daily routines.
The people could not see where the fire was located, all they saw was an aluminium pot heating up. From down below, the aluminium pot looked the size of a domestic pot. None could see that the pot had grown into a giant size.
None in this vision, knew what was in the pot, but all anticipated that whatever was in that aluminium pot would soon boil, and the pressure in the pot would cause the lid to blow.
People down below were in a state of panic.
The aluminium pot had a steel lid, but the rims that fitted within the pot were aluminium.
On either side of the pot was a drop down handle.
Gradually the people became aware that the pot was larger than they thought, but none could see the exact size it had grown. It looked smaller from down below.
The first group of people came with metal rods twisted into a loop in the front and with that they intended to lift the pot, by it's handles.
None could see the fire.
As the people brought the metal rods near the pot, to lift it by it's handles, ( blind to it's giant size) they were burned by the heat of the pot and crashed to the ground.
I saw that the people uprooted a tree and tried to lift the pot with the branches on either side of the tree.
They too suffered burns and crashed to the ground.
Now I saw that there were watchmen to my left and right watching this scene.
The watchmen on the right were greatly perturbed by the growing size of the pot. Now the sounds of boiling could be heard by us and much later, by all the people down below.
The watchmen to my left ran away screaming to the people down below, " The pot is boiling,the pot is boiling,............ the lid will blow, run.....escape.......or all of you down below will be scalded or drowned by the hot water."
The watchmen to my right also thought that it was water boiling in the pot.
They too thought that this vision had concluded, but as they had not understood all they saw, they walked away shouting warnings about the part they did understand, to those down below, " Something's coming! Beware the lid will soon blow".
The lid had not blown yet, but now all the watchmen who had been standing to my left and right had disappeared to warn others.
It seemed somehow logical and scientific for all to think that the lid would blow and the boiling water from this giant pot would splash down below and due to the vast volume of it, flood the ground and scald and drown all below.
I saw that the people down below scurried to find shelter. But as none knew how large this aluminium pot really was, I found that they still stood within the range of the likely spill.
Now within the vision at some point I too wondered if I was to shout down a warning as to the size of the giant aluminium pot. But I was instructed rather, to keep watching the pot and not shout any warnings.
I wondered if that was the end of the vision. This entire scene related above, repeated before my eyes for days. Each time this vision repeated, I was instructed to " Watch the pot".
So I watched the pot.
Earlier on, for a moment I too had wondered if what was boiling in this giant pot that nearly reached the skies, was water. But as I understood within the vision that I was not to leave but stay exactly where I was, and watch the pot, I began to understand that there was more to this vision.
Now I listened closely to the sounds of boiling.
At first, something about the sound of the boiling and later an odour ( I was not allowed to smell it) now absolutely confirmed that whatever was boiling within was definitely NOT WATER.
As I listened further, I was now made to understand that within the pot was a deadly cocktail of every mild and strong intoxicant known to man, every regional/ cultural brew, every alcoholic spirit. Furthermore also within the pot were every mild and strong 'mind altering drugs' and strong painkillers, snake venom, etc known to man.
The ' deadly strange brew' boiling within had cannabis, heroin, 'magic mushrooms', every alcohol, every mild and strong home brew with alcohol content, every hootch, every mind altering chemical, drugs etc known to man.
This was what was boiling at a furious pace within the aluminium pot.
So now for a split second, I wondered if the lid would blow and splash and burn and drown all down below with a flood of this deadly strange brew.
As I stood there wondering, suddenly above the ever growing aluminium pot appeared what looked like a mammoth sized tea-strainer. Except that it was not made of metal but of ICE.
The giant strainer, was fashioned from one large sized very thick block of ice, and had holes in the bowl.
Suddenly, the lid of the aluminium pot blew, and the deadly strange brew flew through the 'ice strainer' above it causing the liquid to cool through it, and this now cooler 'deadly strange brew', 'rained' down on all below.
People who had been standing back, were sprayed by this deadly strange brew and were amazed that they were not burnt. They could not see the ice strainer above, so they were amazed that 1) the liquid was not water 2) whatever had spilled and was flooding their environment was not boiling hot, but was rather cool, and did not scald them as the watchmen had warned. 3) And that their worst fears had not been realized, rather the brew was heady and immediately had a 'pleasant' effect on them.
So these people shouted to all those who had gone into safe places to hide, to come out and join them.
Within no time, the place was crowded with the returnees and the people sniffed at the brew, drank it, played in it.
It appeared that all these people had metal bodies under the skin of flesh. The brew was fatal, even a sip of it caused corrosion within.
They mocked at the watchmen who had warned that they would 'scald'.
" Well we's sure high on dis stuff, but we sure ain't scaldin'" they laughed.
I was not allowed to smell this deadly brew but could see the deadly effect it was having on people. They reeled to and fro, and had lost their equilibrium.
I saw one man attempting to stand up and move away from the flood he had been floating in. He stood for a moment upon a dry patch of ground that was untouched by the deluge. I saw that his face was blue, and his body was covered all over with a strange growth, that looked like fluorescent miniature orange-red wild berries, and both his legs from his calves down looked as if they were made of clay.
I was shown that below his calves, this man had neither flesh nor bones. The clay was empty and hollow within.
The man was unable to stand upright. The weight of his huge body was too much for the 'clay legs' to bear. He lost his balance. The clay crushed to powder and he toppled into the flood of this strange deadly brew. I saw that all who attempted to stand up, lost their balance.
Those who were not caught by the flood, lay on dry ground as even the whiff of this deadly brew made people lose their balance.
Yet, there were those who were determined that this strange deadly brew was a 'new wine' and had to be shared with those who had missed the flood.
I saw some people crawling on their knees, on dry ground, digging canals and waterways. They would channel this strange deadly brew to the rest of the world.
I saw a man caught in this flood, he did not look like the rest of the crowd. He quickly realized that the brew was deadly and detrimental to his health, and he was desperate to escape it but knew not how. He lifted up his right arm towards the sky. As he did this, his left hand that was feeble, was divinely lifted and placed over his face, covering his mouth and nose. He was removed from the flood and taken to a place of safety. He was covered in a shield. Neither the flood nor the smell would affect him.
Those who had escaped to dry ground presumed that they were safe. Whilst some drowned in this deadly brew, there were those who were yet floating in it, but they knew not that a slow and painful end awaited them.
It appeared that not only were the people to flee from what the intoxicated were calling, a 'flood of new wine', but they were to also avoid inhaling this strong smell.
Those on dry ground, near to the flooding and those world over, seemed unaware that a strong wind would sweep this intoxicating smell around the world and those who inhaled this were also in danger.
I noticed that those far away from the flood, presumed they were safe. They did not discern that the heady smell that was permeating the atmosphere was hazardous to their health, and they were to seek the Lord to be shielded from it.
After having escaped the flood, those nearby presumed they were safe. Many among those around the world, presumed that as the flood had not come to them, they were safe. They did not understand that though the flood would not hit all, the heady, intoxicating, over-powering smell of the strange deadly brew would permeate the entire atmosphere. They were not to inhale this.
But no man by his own strength could avoid inhaling. Seeking the Lord was imperative.
Those who understood, sought the Lord and these were protected and shielded not only from the flood but also the strong intoxicating smell.
BEWARE! DO NOT BE FOOLED BY WHAT THE UNDISCERNING TERM AS 'NEW WINE'.
Isaiah 51: 22-23
Isaiah 52: 11-12
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
Monday, April 27, 2009
VISION: THE INFLUENCZARS
VISION: THE INFLUENCZARS
19th April 2009
I saw this vision just a few days ago.
I saw a long line of blind men wearing white uniforms, (like a street band) carrying white canes.
I could not see their faces. They were heading to a T-junction.
As they approached the end of the country road they had been traveling upon, they momentarily stood still before they navigated the main road.
Now I saw their eyes. They were shut. The eyelashes of all men were glued tight, so none could open their eyes. I saw that this did not bother them. As I looked closely as their ‘white’ garments, I noticed that their clothes had been brushed with white paint, and the clothes looked stiff.
Wheresoever they traveled, each would place their left hand on the left shoulder of the one before him, and in their right hand they bore this white cane.
The man who was first in line had no shoulder to place his hand on. He simply held onto the white walking stick.
Now before the men crossed over this road, barring the first man in line, all threw away their white canes, but their left hand continued to rest on the shoulder of the one before them.
Out of nowhere, a woman in a white short dress, pleated from the waist, and a white satin cape over her shoulders, joined this group of ‘blind men’.
She was playing a drum.
In any case the men did not seem sure where they were headed, so when the woman with the drum began to lead them, they had no objection.
The woman now veered left and all the men turned in that direction. It was remarkable, how they knew where to turn, considering that the man first in line did not have his hand on the woman’s shoulder.
I understood that he was guided by the drumbeat. As the man turned so did all who followed him.
Soon this strange ensemble arrived in a large place where people from world over were gathered.
Amidst these crowds, were people of importance who had great international influence.
The men and women gathered from world over were the influenczars. They liked to exercise influence upon others, and changing people’s minds about beliefs they long held.
The influenczars had not been satisfied enough by the influence they bore on this white coat community. They felt they could do more.
They needed a considerable number of such men and women to influence, and then send them out, to influence others.
I understood that these influenczars were people who exercised great clout in governments, media, entertainment etc.
They were looking to expand their base. Looking to influence and recruit more people.
The influenczars already had recruits from the world wide Christian community, but found that their marketing strategies lacked a certain something.
They studied the Christians closely. The manufacturers, producers, the media, the mafia, all were studying Christians.
They found that the Christians they polled were gullible and would believe anything as long as it had a token ‘God’ word. They saw that Christians liked ‘prophecy’, they were fascinated by the ‘signs of the times’, and they believed that God wanted to make them rich, and realize their hidden dreams.
Based on the poll data they had accumulated, they engineered the news reports and items, so that the gullible Christians would see ‘God’ and a ‘prophetic word’ ‘hinted’ in their writings and their actions.
Gullible Christians had a penchant for material things, and the influenczars had plans for them.
The influenczars knew that there were residing in the hearts of these gullible ones, ‘unfulfilled dreams’, desires, cravings, which they had not yet surrendered to God. Now the influenczars had plans underway, to awaken the hidden desires of these gullible Christians, and allow them to believe that God Was Speaking through their news items, political reports, their game shows, their consumer products, their ideologies etc. The influenczars had already had great success in this, and now had expansion plans.
The influenczars understood that like all others, these gullible Christians were just consumers, it’s just that what they would consume, needed to be tailored and spiced with suggestions of 'prosperity', 'Armageddon',' restoration' and all such words and sentiments that appealed to their emotions. The influenczars could now speak, write, depict whatsoever they pleased, and help the gullibles see 'God' in it. The influenzars could make the gullible do anything they pleased.
They were controlling the minds and emotions of the gullible.
The influenczars knew that the Christians at large liked to study the times, so they laced their news with hints of ‘spirituality’, so that the gullible would not need to seek God. The newspapers, the T.V reports, the word of the unbelievers alone would suffice, in helping these gullible Christians to have a ‘godly perspective’ through ungodly means.
The influenczars were now controlling the emotions of the gullible. One pull of a string, and they could make the gullible feel fearful, joyful, excited , encouraged, inspired, panicked, angered, outraged, suspicious……..the influenczars had a firm hold on the gullible.
I saw this long line of blind men, follow this female drummer, from one counter to another, buying up news items, political views, ideologies, persepectives, and matchboxes to light up their hidden desires, that the ungodly projected as the ‘will of God’ for their lives.
As I watched this line of ‘blind men’ disappear into a large store, determined to go on a spending spree, I noticed that their walk had become most effeminate.
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
VISION: MOUNTAINS OF LIES AND BLOODSUCKERS (posted 2008)
VISION: FLY A KITE (posted 2007)
19th April 2009
I saw this vision just a few days ago.
I saw a long line of blind men wearing white uniforms, (like a street band) carrying white canes.
I could not see their faces. They were heading to a T-junction.
As they approached the end of the country road they had been traveling upon, they momentarily stood still before they navigated the main road.
Now I saw their eyes. They were shut. The eyelashes of all men were glued tight, so none could open their eyes. I saw that this did not bother them. As I looked closely as their ‘white’ garments, I noticed that their clothes had been brushed with white paint, and the clothes looked stiff.
Wheresoever they traveled, each would place their left hand on the left shoulder of the one before him, and in their right hand they bore this white cane.
The man who was first in line had no shoulder to place his hand on. He simply held onto the white walking stick.
Now before the men crossed over this road, barring the first man in line, all threw away their white canes, but their left hand continued to rest on the shoulder of the one before them.
Out of nowhere, a woman in a white short dress, pleated from the waist, and a white satin cape over her shoulders, joined this group of ‘blind men’.
She was playing a drum.
In any case the men did not seem sure where they were headed, so when the woman with the drum began to lead them, they had no objection.
The woman now veered left and all the men turned in that direction. It was remarkable, how they knew where to turn, considering that the man first in line did not have his hand on the woman’s shoulder.
I understood that he was guided by the drumbeat. As the man turned so did all who followed him.
Soon this strange ensemble arrived in a large place where people from world over were gathered.
Amidst these crowds, were people of importance who had great international influence.
The men and women gathered from world over were the influenczars. They liked to exercise influence upon others, and changing people’s minds about beliefs they long held.
The influenczars had not been satisfied enough by the influence they bore on this white coat community. They felt they could do more.
They needed a considerable number of such men and women to influence, and then send them out, to influence others.
I understood that these influenczars were people who exercised great clout in governments, media, entertainment etc.
They were looking to expand their base. Looking to influence and recruit more people.
The influenczars already had recruits from the world wide Christian community, but found that their marketing strategies lacked a certain something.
They studied the Christians closely. The manufacturers, producers, the media, the mafia, all were studying Christians.
They found that the Christians they polled were gullible and would believe anything as long as it had a token ‘God’ word. They saw that Christians liked ‘prophecy’, they were fascinated by the ‘signs of the times’, and they believed that God wanted to make them rich, and realize their hidden dreams.
Based on the poll data they had accumulated, they engineered the news reports and items, so that the gullible Christians would see ‘God’ and a ‘prophetic word’ ‘hinted’ in their writings and their actions.
Gullible Christians had a penchant for material things, and the influenczars had plans for them.
The influenczars knew that there were residing in the hearts of these gullible ones, ‘unfulfilled dreams’, desires, cravings, which they had not yet surrendered to God. Now the influenczars had plans underway, to awaken the hidden desires of these gullible Christians, and allow them to believe that God Was Speaking through their news items, political reports, their game shows, their consumer products, their ideologies etc. The influenczars had already had great success in this, and now had expansion plans.
The influenczars understood that like all others, these gullible Christians were just consumers, it’s just that what they would consume, needed to be tailored and spiced with suggestions of 'prosperity', 'Armageddon',' restoration' and all such words and sentiments that appealed to their emotions. The influenczars could now speak, write, depict whatsoever they pleased, and help the gullibles see 'God' in it. The influenzars could make the gullible do anything they pleased.
They were controlling the minds and emotions of the gullible.
The influenczars knew that the Christians at large liked to study the times, so they laced their news with hints of ‘spirituality’, so that the gullible would not need to seek God. The newspapers, the T.V reports, the word of the unbelievers alone would suffice, in helping these gullible Christians to have a ‘godly perspective’ through ungodly means.
The influenczars were now controlling the emotions of the gullible. One pull of a string, and they could make the gullible feel fearful, joyful, excited , encouraged, inspired, panicked, angered, outraged, suspicious……..the influenczars had a firm hold on the gullible.
I saw this long line of blind men, follow this female drummer, from one counter to another, buying up news items, political views, ideologies, persepectives, and matchboxes to light up their hidden desires, that the ungodly projected as the ‘will of God’ for their lives.
As I watched this line of ‘blind men’ disappear into a large store, determined to go on a spending spree, I noticed that their walk had become most effeminate.
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
VISION: MOUNTAINS OF LIES AND BLOODSUCKERS (posted 2008)
VISION: FLY A KITE (posted 2007)
Sunday, April 26, 2009
VISION: CITIES OF REFUSE
VISION: CITIES OF REFUSE
26th April 2009
I saw this vision several months ago.
I saw 3 giant sized deep craters in the middle of the earth.
They were now empty.
Earlier, prophets of God had warned the people not to stay in places which were filled with garbage/refuse. They urged the people to leave the craters which were filled with refuse and seek the Refuge of God.
For a moment in time, the people believed and evacuated from the craters which were full of refuse.
The multitude of people had gone in search of cities of refuge, but they did not seek God for direction. They were confident that finding a city of refuge was no big deal. They presumed that anyone of reasonable intelligence could find such a hiding place.
They circled the mountain but found no cities of refuge. Before they knew it, they were back at the garbage filled crater, they had once evacuated.
As the people stood around the rim and peered into the craters, they were thrilled to see that the once refuse-filled places were now not only swept clean, but had enlarged, and were many times larger than when the people last dwelt there.
" Now that all the refuse is out, surely there's no harm in making these craters our 'cities of refuge', ............besides just look at the size of the craters.........though there are only three left, whereas there were many more smaller ones before, it seems to me that the Lord Himself Has amalgamated and enlarged these craters." the people reasoned amongst themselves.
These now swept-clean craters could easily house them all. The very fact that the craters though reduced in numbers were huge, made them all certain that this was a 'sign' from God. That God had in a divine way Guided them to 'cities of refuge,' though they did not seek Him.
I understood within the vision, that many a high and mighty man and woman had fallen from a great height and hit the ground, creating these craters that looked like they'd been impacted by a meteorite.
It seemed like a large group of 'the high and mighty' had fallen all at once, like a bundle tied together, to create such an impact.
The smaller craters were either flattened or amalgamated into the huge new crater.
Hidden in the walls and below the ground of these craters was all the old garbage, which contrary to the people's beliefs, had not been swept away but buried deep within.
The people had barely settled into these three giant sized craters, when they heard the voice of the true prophets of God shouting from afar, " Flee, flee, flee. He is our Refuge, not those craters."
The people were enraged at the prophets, " We will not flee. These are our cities of refuge", they shouted angrily.
The prophets shook their heads in disbelief, " Surely you don't believe that? those craters are not 'cities of refuge', they are 'cities of refuse".
Suddenly a whirlwind came and the voices of the prophets could be heard no more.
From within the craters and without, tonnes of flying garbage fell upon the heads of those who had taken 'refuge' there and the people in all three craters were buried under the refuse.
Proverbs 10:15
Proverbs 10:29
Proverbs 11:3
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
COMMENT BY JOE D. LONG, U.S.A
Date: Saturday, May 2, 2009, 12:49 PM
Shalom Swarna,
I recalled our conversation where I told you what HOLY SPIRIT said to me when I left the organized Church... "Do not go back the way you came...
This vision reminds me of that warning... We are not to go back into what we came out of... Se'lah~
That doesn't mean that we can't have gatherings with like minded and spirited people of Elohim, however, we must be very careful to not go back into the system that we came out of...
People are so "used" to having someone tell them what to do and when to do it, that they can't do hardly anything of themselves without first passing it before the so called "Pastor..."
So, when they hear the word, and it springs to life in them, they embrace it gladly and are obedient, but as in the parable of the sower, some falls on rocky ground, quickly springing up but due to lack of good soil, the word soon withers... So back they go into the "refuse" that they came out of... While they were gone, some changes were made, to keep the others from leaving, the program was spruced up, some different ministries started, etc, etc, and "wow" it looks to those who left as if they got it right this time!!! NOT!!! They would have been better off to stay instead of leaving the first time, because their fall this time is even worse...
Blessings, my friend, with HIS Shalom, Love, Grace, Mercy, and Wisdom... Amen!!! So Let It Be!!!
joe~
COMMENT BY TINA BAXLEY, U.S.A
(Re:VISION: CITIES OF REFUSE
VISION: EAGLES AND THE ARK
VISION: EAGLES AND THE RESTORATION CAKE )
Date: Monday, April 27, 2009, 4:36 PM
............ I am seeing now, the parables with which I feel the Lord has given you. I am understanding these parables now, with greater clarity.
Originally, this morning, I had started writing to you concerning my running into God again instead of into the forum as a refuge. Amazingly, in the forums, i did not find refuge. Peoples words have become craters as they are linked from one website to another in support of what they feel is right in their eyes. Amplifying the enemy and not the Living God. Oh how glorious God is when He is teaching someone some things!
I am chuckling right now, because people are being created in the image of the forum and not in the image of God, chuckling because I was one of those people, yet saddened to everyone who is pulled into them. Kind of like the dream I just sent to you of being in the ark to reach the land rather than jumping into hot water.
I am so thankful that He allowed me this lesson, yet very fearful of the sense of loss at the way He would teach me. He gave me a crash course in growth, and the growing pains were severe, but He is ever faithful in that I can now say that He did not lose me. I have a sense that I walked water to get to that ark as He would bid me to come, and once inside why leave?
We have a saying that if so and so jumped off a cliff, would you?
Obviously, even as a child with limited knowledge it does not seem plausible for us to make that jump as death would ensue. Yet as grown ups, we are ever gullible to jump/dive right in to what the latest flow is that will identify one as being pious, or having a little more knowledge than another person. Saved by our own workings instead of running into Him, that He do a complete conversion and or saving of the very soul that would totally depend on Him to remove the stiff white washing we have done that we may be washed white with Him and be flexible to go anywhere and see what things are being said or done. Sitting at His feet instead of at the computer to see if what you received was contingent with that which was being broadcast. I do not know if He will account it to me as losing my virginity to this that I went through, but I am praising the fact that He does not like divorce. There are all kinds of artificial insemination in these places, as well as rape, murder and the like.
All I can say is Glorious.
My readings last night were in Philemon, and where the Lord led me was being a slave to Him and not to anything else. This is becoming one, in that we might like many others have the boldness to say, that we would become accursed that many live, or forgive them they know not what they do, or do not charge this to their account, and even blot out my name, if you won't save them also.
Oh how glorious He is in His teaching.
So I say to you good morning this morning and this is the day that God has made, and I shall rejoice and be glad in it!!!
If He wants to, He can repair my beak or take it altogether, but just do not take Himself away from me.
Good and timely word/parable.
May He continue to bless you, as you shut out all interferences and seek His face.
Tina
26th April 2009
I saw this vision several months ago.
I saw 3 giant sized deep craters in the middle of the earth.
They were now empty.
Earlier, prophets of God had warned the people not to stay in places which were filled with garbage/refuse. They urged the people to leave the craters which were filled with refuse and seek the Refuge of God.
For a moment in time, the people believed and evacuated from the craters which were full of refuse.
The multitude of people had gone in search of cities of refuge, but they did not seek God for direction. They were confident that finding a city of refuge was no big deal. They presumed that anyone of reasonable intelligence could find such a hiding place.
They circled the mountain but found no cities of refuge. Before they knew it, they were back at the garbage filled crater, they had once evacuated.
As the people stood around the rim and peered into the craters, they were thrilled to see that the once refuse-filled places were now not only swept clean, but had enlarged, and were many times larger than when the people last dwelt there.
" Now that all the refuse is out, surely there's no harm in making these craters our 'cities of refuge', ............besides just look at the size of the craters.........though there are only three left, whereas there were many more smaller ones before, it seems to me that the Lord Himself Has amalgamated and enlarged these craters." the people reasoned amongst themselves.
These now swept-clean craters could easily house them all. The very fact that the craters though reduced in numbers were huge, made them all certain that this was a 'sign' from God. That God had in a divine way Guided them to 'cities of refuge,' though they did not seek Him.
I understood within the vision, that many a high and mighty man and woman had fallen from a great height and hit the ground, creating these craters that looked like they'd been impacted by a meteorite.
It seemed like a large group of 'the high and mighty' had fallen all at once, like a bundle tied together, to create such an impact.
The smaller craters were either flattened or amalgamated into the huge new crater.
Hidden in the walls and below the ground of these craters was all the old garbage, which contrary to the people's beliefs, had not been swept away but buried deep within.
The people had barely settled into these three giant sized craters, when they heard the voice of the true prophets of God shouting from afar, " Flee, flee, flee. He is our Refuge, not those craters."
The people were enraged at the prophets, " We will not flee. These are our cities of refuge", they shouted angrily.
The prophets shook their heads in disbelief, " Surely you don't believe that? those craters are not 'cities of refuge', they are 'cities of refuse".
Suddenly a whirlwind came and the voices of the prophets could be heard no more.
From within the craters and without, tonnes of flying garbage fell upon the heads of those who had taken 'refuge' there and the people in all three craters were buried under the refuse.
Proverbs 10:15
Proverbs 10:29
Proverbs 11:3
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
COMMENT BY JOE D. LONG, U.S.A
Date: Saturday, May 2, 2009, 12:49 PM
Shalom Swarna,
I recalled our conversation where I told you what HOLY SPIRIT said to me when I left the organized Church... "Do not go back the way you came...
This vision reminds me of that warning... We are not to go back into what we came out of... Se'lah~
That doesn't mean that we can't have gatherings with like minded and spirited people of Elohim, however, we must be very careful to not go back into the system that we came out of...
People are so "used" to having someone tell them what to do and when to do it, that they can't do hardly anything of themselves without first passing it before the so called "Pastor..."
So, when they hear the word, and it springs to life in them, they embrace it gladly and are obedient, but as in the parable of the sower, some falls on rocky ground, quickly springing up but due to lack of good soil, the word soon withers... So back they go into the "refuse" that they came out of... While they were gone, some changes were made, to keep the others from leaving, the program was spruced up, some different ministries started, etc, etc, and "wow" it looks to those who left as if they got it right this time!!! NOT!!! They would have been better off to stay instead of leaving the first time, because their fall this time is even worse...
Blessings, my friend, with HIS Shalom, Love, Grace, Mercy, and Wisdom... Amen!!! So Let It Be!!!
joe~
COMMENT BY TINA BAXLEY, U.S.A
(Re:VISION: CITIES OF REFUSE
VISION: EAGLES AND THE ARK
VISION: EAGLES AND THE RESTORATION CAKE )
Date: Monday, April 27, 2009, 4:36 PM
............ I am seeing now, the parables with which I feel the Lord has given you. I am understanding these parables now, with greater clarity.
Originally, this morning, I had started writing to you concerning my running into God again instead of into the forum as a refuge. Amazingly, in the forums, i did not find refuge. Peoples words have become craters as they are linked from one website to another in support of what they feel is right in their eyes. Amplifying the enemy and not the Living God. Oh how glorious God is when He is teaching someone some things!
I am chuckling right now, because people are being created in the image of the forum and not in the image of God, chuckling because I was one of those people, yet saddened to everyone who is pulled into them. Kind of like the dream I just sent to you of being in the ark to reach the land rather than jumping into hot water.
I am so thankful that He allowed me this lesson, yet very fearful of the sense of loss at the way He would teach me. He gave me a crash course in growth, and the growing pains were severe, but He is ever faithful in that I can now say that He did not lose me. I have a sense that I walked water to get to that ark as He would bid me to come, and once inside why leave?
We have a saying that if so and so jumped off a cliff, would you?
Obviously, even as a child with limited knowledge it does not seem plausible for us to make that jump as death would ensue. Yet as grown ups, we are ever gullible to jump/dive right in to what the latest flow is that will identify one as being pious, or having a little more knowledge than another person. Saved by our own workings instead of running into Him, that He do a complete conversion and or saving of the very soul that would totally depend on Him to remove the stiff white washing we have done that we may be washed white with Him and be flexible to go anywhere and see what things are being said or done. Sitting at His feet instead of at the computer to see if what you received was contingent with that which was being broadcast. I do not know if He will account it to me as losing my virginity to this that I went through, but I am praising the fact that He does not like divorce. There are all kinds of artificial insemination in these places, as well as rape, murder and the like.
All I can say is Glorious.
My readings last night were in Philemon, and where the Lord led me was being a slave to Him and not to anything else. This is becoming one, in that we might like many others have the boldness to say, that we would become accursed that many live, or forgive them they know not what they do, or do not charge this to their account, and even blot out my name, if you won't save them also.
Oh how glorious He is in His teaching.
So I say to you good morning this morning and this is the day that God has made, and I shall rejoice and be glad in it!!!
If He wants to, He can repair my beak or take it altogether, but just do not take Himself away from me.
Good and timely word/parable.
May He continue to bless you, as you shut out all interferences and seek His face.
Tina
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