End Game Series


Men of Harlech - 2/2000 - Article/Vision

A Walk In The Sun It Is Time - 3/2002 - Vision

The Coming Harvest - 3/2002 - Vision/Article

The Last Dance - Vision

The Trumpet Call - 7/1998 - Vision

Vision 2 - 7/1998 - Vision

Vision #5 of 5 - 7/1998 - Vision



Men of Harlech

Bob Neumann, 2/2000

Dear Bill,

something "dark and foreboding" has been stirring since the first of this year. I did not send this to you because at the time I was really struggling to understand what was going on myself. I have been corresponding at flowing with what Bill and Marsha Burns, Marty and Kimi Sayers, Harley Hickling, Judy Curmi, and Priscilla Van Sutphan have been sharing. I think that is the real goal of being in SCRIPTURAL UNITY ..… HARMONY is the more accurate term. I know you are probably swamped with stuff.....please forgive me "dumping" a whole lot more in a short time. I pray that you catch a bit of the "scent" I have been chasing .... it is exhilarating .… and unsettling at the same time... dog


January 12, 2000 9:09 PM

Men of Harlech

YO WILLIAM AND MARVELOUS.......... just got a little "zap".... seems like I got a wake up notice a wile back and never responded....I guess I'm gettingggg sssslllloowwwww...


SHEMUEL, I have a word for you My son. I say "Shake off the dust. Rise up. I have set My intercessors to war on your behalf. That which has been hindering you has been broken." I call out to you "SHEMUEL come, now ! Come again into the Valley of Vision. I will renew you strength and I will take you higher. I said I will lift you up. It is for such a time as this that I have called you. Get up dog ! We are not only not finished yet We are just about to begin a New Day.

This came to me at 11:45 PM 1/1/2000

With Love and Prayer

Marty Sayers


I guess the problem is I have not felt to much like SHEMUEL.....of late.

But in the last few days without internet and TV and other distractions I got pulled back into the fight.... as seen with my posts to the watchman/seer sight....which you now have. But while I was forwarding these to you I had one of those Deja Vu again things.....but no HIGHWAYMAN...

Now things this flaky give me chills....remember a year ago when we went through this....

Well here goes.... I began hearing the song Men of Harlech in my spirit. Freaked me out. Has been awhile since the heavens have opened to me. And there I was in battle dress and Alice pack 12 gage in hand. I was going through a building dark/smokey/with a horrible stench...... and I was singing this song. Welsh battle song. A song calling to withstand the attack. Against larger number.... here are the words.....if you get chills don't blame me.......…

Men of Harlech stop your dreaming

Can't you see their spear points gleaming

See their warrior's pendants streaming

To this battle field.

Men of Harlech stand ye steady

It cannot be ever said ye

For the battle were not ready

Stand and never yield.

Through the hills surrounding

Let this war cry sounding

Summon all to Cambria's call

The mighty force surrounding.

Men of Harlech onto glory

This shall ever be your story

Keep this fighting words before ye

Cambria(Welshmen never)will not yield.


Now I was not in any open field....any trench....it was inside..... and I heard one simple sentence.....and things went wild........


And then things got vividly graphic. Details are not important..... cleansing the TEMPLE is not going to be easy because of the "stuff" that has resided there. BILL… MARSHA... this is the job ahead.

As I even write this I have another "old" song I am humming.... it might be more familiar but it has a line that when I came to it I thought for a second to delete this whole post but I was told not to. It has been a long time since ABBA has spoken. And there is a warning I need to send.


And for the song and the line that "zapped" me I think it will be obvious.

The minstrel boy to the war is gone,

In the ranks of death you'll find him;

His father's sword he hath girded on,

And his wild harp slung behind him;

"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,

"Tho' all the world betrays thee,

One sword, at least, thy right shall guard,

One faithful harp shall praise thee!"


The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's steel

Could not bring that proud soul under;

The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,

For he tore its chords asunder;

And said "No chains shall sully thee,

Thou soul of love and brav'ry!

Thy songs were made for the pure and free

They shall never sound in slavery!





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A Walk In The Sun, It Is Time

Bob Neumann, 3/2002

As I started this I looked at my watch and it was 4:44.... And deja vu again. Years ago we “played” with how and when THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT would awaken us and lead us by the #’s on the clock...or snatches of melody...or images in our spirits. All they were was milepost images to get us from there to here. All of us.... Some of us have covered a whole lot of miles and a whole lot of tears. Others have never moved from where they started. But maybe that is how it was meant to be. I am sure not in any place to judge anyone else....

I keep thinking that there is nothing KING JESUS can or will do that should surprise me. And then something(s) happen and I realize what an idiot I am. Because it is not one song, or image, or scripture, or dream, or vision....but a whole bunch...one after another. Eventually even an old dog figures out THE MASTER has a few “new tricks” HE wants me to learn.

Again, all of this is image upon image. And if I who am in the front seat of this spiritual roller coaster ride am short a few answers, then if whoever reads this doesn’t get it....I won’t get bent out of shape.

Sunday I had a most vivid image....vision...walk in the SECOND HEAVEN....and I began to “sit” on it. On Wednesday...I think...I got something else. The difference between the two so dramatic it is hard to discern how to proceed. Then Sr. Edith asks about a song....but I had my own song I was “chewing on”/// actually several...but the point got to me..... “Gimme the beat boys and free my soul I wanna get lost in your rock and roll,................”

At first I tried to remember the lyrics...could not...but I kept HEARING...SWEPT AWAY.... but it was “DRIFT AWAY”....similar images but not the same.... “Gimme the beat” was going well with another “song” I was hearing... “DID THEY BEAT THE DRUMS SLOWLY....DID THEY PLAY THE PIPES LOWLY.... DID THEY PLAY THE DEATH MARCH WHEN THEY LOWERED YOU DOWN....” goes well with “DID THE BAND PLAY WALTZING MATILDA....”

Dead and wounded men who stood in the battle line....that is the images... nice follow up from MEN OF HARLECH AND THE MINSTREL BOY it seems. but that is where THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT reminded me it is all a matter of cadence as I listened to the laughter of MY KING. All my life I have followed the image of Henry David Thoreau....heathen though he may have been... about following a different drummer.....and the beat and measure “I” hear in my spiritman.

I am what I am because HE HAS CHOSEN....HE, THE CREATOR and THE MASTER CRAFTSMAN....no matter what “image” HE allows me to see and to share. HE WAS...HE IS...HE WILL FOREVER BE...

And that is all that is “real”...everything else is images.…



SO....I found myself being awakened....second time in the last two visions.... by a gentle tap on my right shoulder. It was a shoe with a brilliant “spit-shine” and I looked up into HIS FACE...and HIS SMILE. He was dressed once again in a military uniform with a razor crease in the pants and a eastern headcover with gold cords. My first thought was HE is not a western KING...OR GENERAL...no matter how much we want to “americanize” HIM. At this point I “noticed” myself. I was propped up on my good old Alice pack, boots were off and I had been sleeping against a “stone wall” in the middle of a huge field. I had a “baseball” cap pulled over my eyes and felt no strong desire to stand up. THE KING was sitting on the stone wall and watching the activities in the field. Alongside me I realized that in similar uniform and stages of awakening were four others...men who I had “walked” with, had been in “the trench” with. The only difference was head gear. Two had boonies on, one a slouch hat, one a cover like THE KING...a “burnoose”????????? it mattered little...we were all armed differently too.

Once again I had a BAR.....but it was never used in this vision.

As I “awakened” I felt another nudge and THE KING passed me a large mug. Identical to the one HE GAVE me once at the beach...a different vision. And I passed it on till all six of us were drinking and I realized how dry I had gotten. And once again the cup would “fill itself” as I drank. So I had no doubt that what was in front of me was “not of GOD”....but could not figure it out.

There were thousands of people making one whole lot of noise and moving around. I looked up at THE KING and was about to speak when HE SAID... “DON’T ASK ME DOG, IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.”

And the next thing I know I am pulling on my boots and standing up...mug in hand. As I walked to the “crowd” I heard one comment... “BEHAVE YOURSELF DOG...” and remembered the last time HE had said that and realized this was not going to be fun.


THE ARMY(?????)

I was walking by a lot of people in utter chaos. Somewhere ahead of me was my destination and I was in no hurry to get there. I could feel the stares as I walked by. The first thing I noticed was all the different colors and styles of uniforms milling about.

And the people shouting out orders. And then it hit me....it was like a “massed band” where all the high school bands, drill teams, drum and bugle corps were put together. But there was no cohesion here. Eventually I got to the “center” of the line and I had a repeat of an older memory. Before me was this small woman in a “napoleon” outfit shouting orders. As I stood there watching her shouting one moment and giggling the next I kept drinking from the mug and getting a buzz. It would have been funny except the strong smell of dragon she had. Eventually the “army” came into ranks I watched the “little general” put “gold stars” on some of the uniformed “people”. You know...the ones you licked and but on papers....teachers used to do this in school to “reward” children who “did well”.

That was just one of many things that bothered me.

Eventually the “army” was close to being in order and “the little general” and many others came forward and got in a group. They were arguing about who was in command.

Several faces, like the “little general” were familiar. But most were not and I really did not care. All this time I never looked behind myself because I “knew” that the “enemy” was behind me. Not really an issue...I had my mug and THE KING was in sight. THE PROBLEM was these “uniformed” generals and field marshals who had no idea that THE LAMB OF GOD was sitting there and watching the whole thing.

EXCUSE ME>>>” I shouted in my best Steve Martin impression. And they stopped and were silent... and stared at me. “What do you think you are doing?” I guess the shock of some dirty, smelly person daring to approach them was unbearable for a few of them. I had no false imagination of how I must have looked...and I could sure notice the strong scents in the air. Sweat and dirty and nothing compared to the “odors” these “people” had. But I notice those things.... The woman from the 7th THUNDER just stared at me. But one of the men grabbed my arm and tried to pull me away. I did not move.

Another man came up to me and said something like... “Don’t you know who “we” are?” and I laughed...and said... “I have no idea who you bozos are and could care less.....” At this point the woman straightened herself up and took a step towards me. “WE COMMAND THE ARMY OF GOD AND ARE ABOUT TO ATTACK THE BEAST!” All around there were mutterings of agreement with her words. “Lady, “ I began, “you stink of the dragon and you and your friends were never sent to do this.”

At that she pointed past my shoulder and said... “there is the BEAST.” Slowly I looked behind and saw a huge “ziggurat”...like the Aztec pyramid with levels. At the top was a throne with a very large “bubba” sitting there and I had the feeling he/it was glaring at me. I sensed I had messed up somebody’s party and felt like laughing.

That is not one of the dragons, lady,” I began, “and you should know that. He’s a big “bubba”, but I have seen bigger. You cannot do this.” At this point the man that had spoken to me pushed at my chest and said “who do you think you are...” He probably had a lot more to say but my hand around his throat ended the conversation. “It ain’t who I am that matters, bubba,” I replied, “it is what I am...” The poor old guy who had been desperately pulling on my arm ceased and asked.... “who are you?” I guess the bright purple coloring of the idiot who I was holding up by his throat bothered him. But he had asked nicely...so I told him... “I’m the old dog”.... at that point I recognized the old guy who was now seriously trying to move away from me. And I put the first guy down...he turned from purple to red very quickly.

These people were not called by THE KING to do battle today.”, was all I had to say. The woman again pointed toward the pyramid and said... “the enemy is there...” And I pointed towards the KING and said.... “AND THE LAMB OF GOD IS OVER THERE...” And everything got quiet. I looked back at the “enthroned principality” and the three “legions” that stood waiting for battle. “So what will it be people”, I asked, “do you play your games or do you kneel before THE KING?”

As I think back, it was a stupid question....none of them “saw” THE KING. But we were at an impasse....and I had hoped...nothing would happen.

It was then Mr. Red Face decided to take a swing at me. I caught his hand in mid punch and was about to say something about wanting to tearing off his head and “spitting” down his throat when THE KING “cleared HIS THROAT’’....gently and I let go.

But what everyone heard was a peal of thunder and our little lady general jumped at it.

GOD has given us a sign! We march to victory!”....and there were cheers in the ranks. And I felt sick. I looked at the “brightly colored army” and realized they were going to march no matter what.... so I pointed toward where THE KING who continued to sit and watch.....and shouted... “If any of you can see or hear THE KING, break ranks and go to HIM.” And I watched as some hesitantly did so...but they were few. Then I pointed towards the demonic legions and shouted.... “If any of you do not see what you are fighting against, stop now.” This time many just started running....like they never wanted to be there in the first place.

But “the army” reformed into ranks....the “generals” were “good”...people jumped for them. And out of nowhere I heard this “drum roll”....many in the ranks had little “tin” drums and were banging away. I could hear “horns” being blown...a real plastic sound like at a basketball game. I watched as the army marched around me. And suddenly there was “the little general” with plastic sword in hand shouting encouragement at the backs of those she had coerced into marching to battle. I was *******!!!! I grabbed her by the back of her oversized collar and dragged, carried her through the ranks and to the front of “the army”....all I said was ....”you wanted to lead them...lead them....” And I threw her towards the demon line. And once again the army walked around me...to battle.



I call it a battle...but it was not. I heard shouts from demonic mouths and then screams.... and then watched as “the army of GOD” broke ranks and fled. In moments all I saw were the backs of those pretty uniforms. And then I looked at the fallen and thought...it wasn’t so bad. And I immediately thought of the line from the movie A WALK IN THE SUN that had bothered me...and I understood.

The next moment the other four were with me and we were among the fallen. Dressing wounds and injuries. And I noticed that the “few” who had seen THE KING were trying to help and were quick to take direction from us. In fairly short order the fallen “warriors” had been moved and treated. Some of the few stayed and I noticed many would sneak peaks at Bubba and the Legions. I understood their thoughts. The enemy can be intimidating. But I heard one of the four answer a question I did not hear.... “they will do nothing child, because they do not want to face THE LAMB.” I do not know who asked or who answered , but it was true.. always had been true. I guess I was staring at the pyramid and the false throne and thinking too long when I heard a voice....”it still is not yet our time dog”....and I heard laughter from the demonic legions. The laughter was mixed with curses and blasphemies. and I remembered I was a soldier under discipline. I do what I am told. or as I am permitted.



I just stared at the principality and waited. Out of nowhere I began to hear a “song” and began to hum. After a little while the “words” came and I began to sing a little ditty. A bit of joy and a bit of sadness. I started to move my feet and noticed my four brothers were joining me in THE SONG. As the SONG became stronger and faster I was dancing.... by myself. Nothing new. And I realized HE was beside me clapping and singing.And again I heard a shout...” it is not our time”....and I thought...why not. There we were five hounds and THE LAMB singing and dancing....oblivious of the situation around us.

And I felt BATTLE SONG DEEP inside me, wanting to come out.

MASTER?”, I asked. “Isn’t it a beautiful day that you have made?” HE SMILED at me as HE and the other four stopped dancing. “DO YOU HEAR A SONG OLD DOG?” And I could “hear” it in my bones. First was the sound and then came some words. The next thing I noticed I was starting a “jig”. My brothers looked like they too were “hearing it” and were joining me. And in the far distance I could hear the faint sounds of WAR DRUMS and TRUMPETS. “LORD,” I asked, “It is a good day to die. TO WALK....” All HE SAID was “IT’S TIME”.... and THE ROAR CAME FORTH as everything changed.... and five streaks of black lightening struck the ranks of the demonic legions. All I remember was going through and up....and I struck the false throne and tumbled over and off the back of the pyramid. All five of us stood there and looked....the pyramid was a facade. A hollywood prop of plywood and plaster....not stone. A principality had fallen, and legions destroyed.

A moment later we stood beside THE KING and our black armor became iridescent as HE WAS GLORIFIED.

And the vision ended.

There is much about this vision that has bothered me. Especially in the events that preceded it and followed it...especially what followed.

There is a song that I have heard since the second vision...the one not yet written... I do not like the song....but the chorus keep piercing me....

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh This is just where I came in



Hope rides on

But I’ll go anywhere

Yes, I’ll go anywhere with you

Time has gone

But I’ll go anywhere

Yes, I’ll go anywhere with you



This is the danger zone

This is where I came in

They know not what they do

Forgive them all their sins

They know they cannot take away

What you have given me


No one can take from me what HE HAS GIVEN... and for what we are about to receive may we be truly grateful.



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The Coming Harvest

Bob Neumann, 3/2002

I am putting this vision out after much movement in the heavenlies. Much has been taught about THE NEXT MOVE OF GOD. Yearly many will talk about this, sometimes to great volumes. About a week ago I had an experience in the GIFT of Discernment that made no clear sense till two days ago. Earlier today I posted A WALK IN THE SUN.....IT IS TIME.... I did not realize it fit the “message” from THE RED FLAGS I was given in Wal-Mart. The “titles” that THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT placed before me were 4 in number. First was “DESECRATION”. The Second was “SOUL HARVEST”. The Third was “APPOLYON” and the Fourth was “NICHOLAE”.

A WALK IN THE SUN deals specifically with the dragon inspired leadership within the “amerikan” church. The NICOLAOTINS JESUS/Y’SHUA declares HIS HATE for in Revelations 2. Both their deeds and their doctrines JESUS/Y’SHUA clearly states HE HATES. The Fourth Image/Title speaks of those who “control/rule/have victory” over the people...NICO...LAO. The second part of that vision dealt with the destruction of a demonic principality who with the active efforts of the NICOLAOTIN “generals and field marshals” sought to destroy many. Therefore we have a solid image of APPOLYON. Or is it Apollyon...from Rev 9. The titles seem to be spelled wrong, or is it misdirection for the readers.

Rev 9 speaks of a “star falling” and keys were given to him to open “THE PIT”. For years I have had a problem with a scripture many “generals” kick around.

Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.

And that is all they quote but teach on and on and on....

Was that what HE wanted us to learn? Was that the major issue that “we” can cast out demons and dance around with rattlesnakes in hand and call it “worship”?

When I go to Luke 10 I see a whole lot more than snakes and scorpions....I see the roots of Rev 9 and more.

18 And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven.

19 Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.

20 Notwithstanding in this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject unto you; but rather rejoice, because your names are written in heaven.

21 In that hour Jesus rejoiced in spirit, and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes: even so, Father; for so it seemed good in thy sight.

22 All things are delivered to me of my Father: and no man knoweth who the Son is, but the Father; and who the Father is, but the Son, and he to whom the Son will reveal him.

23 And he turned him unto his disciples, and said privately, Blessed are the eyes which see the things that ye see:

24 For I tell you, that many prophets and kings have desired to see those things which ye see, and have not seen them; and to hear those things which ye hear, and have not heard them.

Blessed are the eyes....which see. Those to whom THE SON reveals ABBA, THE FATHER.

After moving through the vision of A WALK IN THE SUN I had not tied the titles to the vision. Then came the next vision and I suddenly understood THE PURPOSE ABBA has kept telling me to look for.

The Second Title was SOUL HARVEST....and Harvest is what many preach on weekly.

But I found myself standing in a field and the wind was blowing. Like many times before I could see the wheat and the tares. I found myself looking at the kernels of wheat on a single stalk. For some reason I thought I might see a wildflower....a lily...among the grain and the weeds. But there were none. So I kept walking and looking around. Eventually I came to a stone wall like the one I had been sleeping against in the preceding vision. But this time I was alone. And I heard no song in my spirit. I climbed up on the wall and looked over the fields. The wall connected with other walls and the countryside was divided into fields of grain and fields of hay. I could also see areas of just grass. Pasture land.

It was here looking out at these fields I could “feel” a vibration in the stones under my feet. Within moments I could hear the sounds of grating metal and heavy engines. So I did a 360 degree scan and way over to the left I saw smoke and headed towards it. As I got closer to where the smoke was originating the sounds became louder and clearer. I kept going through fields and climbing over walls. Suddenly as I stood on a wall I saw what was making both the smoke and the noise.

Downhill from me were huge harvester machines....combines. Bigger than I had ever seen growing up in the Midwest. And each had a tall smokestack and heavy smoke poured out. At first I thought the machines were countless and stretched to the horizon.

My first thought was of Matthew 13.......

41 The Son of man shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things that offend, and them which do iniquity;

42 And shall cast them into a furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.

My first thought was that these “beasts” were not HIS ANGELS....and I caught myself… ”BEASTS”.

And I squatted down and just watched...looking...and realizing there were things I was not seeing.

In the AMERICAN BREADBASKET teams of harvesters go out to reap the bounty of the land. Combines work with trucks to harvest the grain and take it to storage areas.

But there were no trucks. Then I noticed these machines had no cockpit where the drivers would sit. Years ago maybe combines were steam powered, but I had never seen one.

So I wondered “what am I witnessing?” and asked THE MASTER. And I heard two words...”GO SEE”.

The first “machine” stood still with blades turning. Along the blades I saw lengths of chain swinging with the rotating blades. In the natural it made no sense, but this was not the natural. I came up upon it from the side and saw no ladder to mount the thing. I walked behind it very aware of the second “machine” also with blades rotating. Again there was no ladder as I got to the other side. Nor could I see any possible hand holds to use to climb up. So I waited and wondered. And again I heard HIS VOICE...”JUMP”.

So I did and found myself standing on a rounded roof with the smokestack at the far side. Below me was the spinning blades. Through my boots I felt the heat of the “boiler”. But I could feel “heat” from one end to the other. Then I noticed there was no “chute” for the grain to come out. Or the stalks and chaff. I realized that this beast would move through fields and nothing would remain. It was then that the thought hit me...was the “fire” in the “boiler” to run the machine.... or to burn the “harvest”.

Or was it both?

I looked at my feet and wondered how many of “the saints” had ended up in the fire below me. I guess that is when I noticed the color of the machine. It was white....under a lot of dirt and grime. And I wondered as I often do... and jumped to the second machine....and yes, it was red. The third was black....there is not enough dust and dirt in the VALLEY OF VISION to cover it properly.

The last thought I had was...how do I stop them... and THE TRUTH hit me in the face. they can not be stopped.... and the vision ended.

The only scripture I could find was Ezekiel....and chapter 2...

Ezekiel 2

1 And he said unto me, Son of man, stand upon thy feet, and I will speak unto thee.

2 And the spirit entered into me when he spake unto me, and set me upon my feet, that I heard him that spake unto me.

3 And he said unto me, Son of man, I send thee to the children of Israel, to a rebellious nation that hath rebelled against me: they and their fathers have transgressed against me, even unto this very day.

4 For they are impudent children and stiffhearted. I do send thee unto them; and thou shalt say unto them, Thus saith the Lord GOD.

5 And they, whether they will hear, or whether they will forbear, (for they are a rebellious house,) yet shall know that there hath been a prophet among them.

6 And thou, son of man, be not afraid of them, neither be afraid of their words, though briers and thorns be with thee, and thou dost dwell among scorpions: be not afraid of their words, nor be dismayed at their looks, though they be a rebellious house.

7 And thou shalt speak my words unto them, whether they will hear, or whether they will forbear: for they are most rebellious.

8 But thou, son of man, hear what I say unto thee; Be not thou rebellious like that rebellious house: open thy mouth, and eat that I give thee.

9 And when I looked, behold, an hand was sent unto me; and, lo, a roll of a book was therein;

10 And he spread it before me; and it was written within and without: and there was written therein lamentations, and mourning, and woe.

Like John in Rev, Zeek eventually eats the scroll. Look at verse 6...

6 And thou, son of man, be not afraid of them, neither be afraid of their words, though briers and thorns be with thee, and thou dost dwell among scorpions: be not afraid of their words, nor be dismayed at their looks, though they be a rebellious house.

The WORD says I would “dwell” among the scorpions. In the briars and the thorns. There is a BOOK out there where those who overcome have their names written. We all know it as THE BOOK OF LIFE. HE SAID HE WOULD DRY EVERY TEAR... so maybe mourning and lamentation and woe is not all that bad.

Now I have seen what the enemy plans for the “coming” harvest.... that only leaves DESECRATION....or does it?




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The Last Dance

Bob Neumann

Yesterday evening service THE MASTER showed me a very firm image of the STRONG MAN....THE GREAT GIANT who has sowed seeds into MY MASTER'S FIELDS to bring forth the weeds that fill HIS FIELDS and choke out the good grain.

His height and strength have kept the 'nation' afraid and in bondage to him. He has fought no battle in over 1970 years. No battle he has ever fought in did he win....yet he prowls and shouts his curses and the 'people of GOD' cower and weep. Their "leaders" hide in their tents. Their "mighty men" argue and point fingers eager to mock and belittle any who would stand against the ABOMINATION THAT DESOLATES ABBA'S FIELDS and FLOCK.

And I saw it stand with its feet firmly on the neck of America, and his shadow stretching across the entire world spreading foul darkness, fear, and ''blind hatred'' into the hearts, minds, souls of the very elect.

I began to pace from side to side faster and faster, forced to wait, and suddenly the leash was gone and no one noticed that the dog was loosed. As everyone was consumed by the fear and panic around them they all forgot the GIANT that had sowed these foul seeds and now laughed because GOD'S PEOPLE had forgotten who they were and whose they ARE....

So he paid little notice to the old dog whose barking had been answered with curses from the hirelings, whose bared teeth at the presence of wolves was answered by a muzzle.

Whose only desire to move the sheep out of harm's way was met with a short leash and a cruel chain. And when I began to howl as MY MASTER'S SHEEP were ravaged, they beat me. And when my whimpers through their muzzle irritated them enough they abandoned me, muzzled and chained, cursed and mocked, to the wolves they gave place to.

But, you see, 'dead dogs' pose no threat to THE GIANT and the WOLVES.....'dead dogs' have no value to the fleshly watchmen, false prophets, and wicked servants that have fed themselves on the MASTER'S HOUSE.....

But once again I felt HIS HANDS and heard HIS VOICE say ''IT'S GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT", as HE TOUCHED my wounds and raised a 'dead old dog', HE removed the chains and muzzle and quietly walked me to the edge of the FIELD OF VISION and in the darkest of the shadows slipped the leash from my neck and said, "GO...."

As I ran the shadows I ran through the princes and warriors of darkness with few noticing the faint breeze as I ran by. Those few who remembered me and my scent from their attacks on MY MASTER'S HOUSE and on HIS SHEEP never were given time to give warning, for the hirelings never fed me and I now hunger.....and I came to devour the devourers.....

Finally, I came to the place of the greatest darkness....the SHADOW OF THE GIANT...and as his laughter immobilized the ARMY of the church I came ''nipping at his heels''. I must have seemed a foolish sight to all the 'wise ones' and 'valiant ones' who strut among the army of mockers and scorners. But they never noticed the response wolves had to my presence around the flock, nor did they notice the frantic efforts of their nemesis, the "GIANT", to keep me away.

But each 'nip' tore deeply into his kingdom and suddenly my 'job' was over...

For a bleeding and frightened ''giant'' slowly and heavily fell to the ground.....hamstrung and unable to escape a ''dead old dog''.

And my job is over..... But I came to play.... Now I can enjoy myself.... And I have waited so long for this 'last dance'....

And I have waited so long to roar.... And now I have the snake face to face.... Cut down to my level....

And the complaints of so many for so long about my ''lack of mercy and love'' Now mock the fallen one as I tear out his throat and devour him.....

For THE WORD of GOD shall not be mocked.... And HIS ENEMIES will be brought to the dust of HIS FEET so HE MAY PLACE HIS FOOT upon their neck....

And every knee will bow....one way or another..... And every tongue will confess....


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The Trumpet Call

Bob Neumann, July 5, 1998@ 9:15

Early in intercessory prayer.

I heard the SPIRIT OF THE LORD ask: “HAVE YOU NOTICED A CHANGE?” Since 9pm the night before I had heard and been hearing “BATTLE SONG” in my spirit and the sound of Metal on Metal without any rhythm or sense to it. My answer was ‘‘yes, LORD!”. And the SPIRIT said “BE STILL AND LISTEN,” and I began to hear the “Prayer” around me, ‘THE SONG’ around me. And I came into agreement with THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT that there was no change. The same old same old. Everyone was in the same pattern, same tone, same individualities; separate ‘‘prayer’’ warriors, no soldiers. And THE SPIRIT OF THE LORD said: “YOU CAN’T SING THEIR SONGS AND THEY DO NOT HEAR THE RHYTHM YOU HEAR.’’ And in my spirit a new song began. Like a battle song it was deep, hard, pounding. And I saw a long line of men with long bars moving with the song. I heard “THE CAPTAIN” singing the SONG, setting the CADENCE. And the GANDY DANCERS moved the iron of the rails together as one man. Brute force shaping cold iron to the WILL of THE MOST HIGH.

(The night before the Prophet Jerry Vaughn spoke of Christian Family Worship Center [CWFC] as a place where many train tracks converge going in and none went out)

Then suddenly I saw the ‘hub’ of CFWC as the Prophet had spoken the night before; many lines of rail coming into the ‘hub’ and none going out. And as looking down from far above the obvious was that all these lines were of different ‘‘gages’’. Many obviously very narrow and a few obviously too wide to believe. And THE SPIRIT OF THE LORD said, “WALK THE LINES”. And I walked one after another. None had been laid well.

Ties were not uniform. Rails not aligned properly. Spikes missing. Rails rusted with lack of traffic obvious. I had a sense of ‘anger’ rise up in me that so much shoddy work had been done. So much repeated labor had been wasted. And THE SPIRIT OF THE SOVEREIGN LORD spoke “THEY ALL LEAD IN AND NOTHING LEADS OUT!” And I stood in the hub and before me was a huge stack of Ties and Rails. WAITING. WAITING. And MY CAPTAIN STOOD BEFORE ME IN FULL ARMOR. To the side I saw ‘men’ milling around sort of killing time. As I watched there was a strange passing of time as ‘men’ came ‘in’ and ‘men’ wandered away. And I ‘saw’ CFWC over the years as TIES, RAILS, and SPIKES had been positioned and workers had been gathered awaiting THE SET TIME.

Then suddenly I ‘heard’ the “WHOOSH” of RAW POWER!!!! And I turned to see the front of a HUGE “STEAM” LOCOMOTIVE with the “COW CATCHER” literally touching my knees. And I felt the HEAT, and smelled the STEAM. I heard the “METAL SOUND” again as the wheels and metal moved the half inch it took to put pressure on my legs and I turned to see two lines of ‘men’ moving to HIS SONG, dropping ties, moving ‘‘iron’’, and driving spikes. And I felt HIS HAND on my shoulder and I turned to see my CAPTAIN still in ARMOR.

HE said the WORDS I have waited so long to hear. “IT IS TIME!!!”. And as I looked into HIS EYES I realized HE was still in BATTLE ARMOR and I was covered in dust wearing jeans and jacket. As HE LAUGHED HE turned me once again to the GANDY DANCERS laying track and this time I saw ‘crew captains’ at intervals. And with each ‘crew captain’ there was a ‘‘gandy singer’ leading the SONG, marking the cadence. Each captain and each singer wore the same jacket and jeans, covered by dust and sweat as I was. Suddenly I was aware of the ‘smell’ of hard-hot-work and tasted the dryness of the dust and sensed that this was not a ‘one days work’ but many long hard days. I turned to MY CAPTAIN and HE NODDED HIS AGREEMENT. And I watched the track being laid. Then once again I ‘heard’ the sound of “Metal’’ and I turned to look at the “IRON HORSE” but saw lines of “LEGIONARIES” in full armor slow marching toward me. Each ‘‘Platoon” with officer and NCO’s. ((((I know US Army and Roman Legion don’t mix well, but it did)))). And suddenly this slap on my shoulder and heard the “crash” of raw steel on steel and I turned again to see MY CAPTAIN and again HE SAID “ IT IS TIME”. Once again I heard in my spirit that new “BATTLE SONG” and as I began to sing I heard HIS LAUGH AGAIN!!!

And I turned and we began to run. (The vision ended and the verse ran through my mind. “I shall run through a troop.)

Bob in Miami


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Vision 2

Bob Neumann, 7/5/98@10:20

Vision give while in the Sanctuary before service.

I see the Prophet (Jerry Vaughn) walking slowly back and forth in front of the ''congregation'' ....all standing around. He is wearing a Marine/Army type uniform, crisp creased...campaign hat....rows of decorations on his chest and three ''solid'' chevrons on his sleeve with a long line of ''hash marks''. He is speaking in a quiet voice of command and everyone is sort of listening. As he walks by me, he gives a half-nod and suddenly roars out in the "voice of command" and suddenly everybody 'snaps to'....

As he walks by a second time, I see the ''congregation'' separated into "units". Now his voice is typical "Drill Instructor"....hard and all knowing (imparting revelation)....

The third time he walks by it is quicker and with more purpose. Now the ''units'' are in dungarees being ''whipped'' into shape.... I am hearing an 'old song' in my spirit and I begin to hum and tap my foot.

I can hear myself and it isn't bothering the DI(drill instructor)Prophet. The words of the song come to mind, "They are tearing me down to build me over again..." and I know... I know... I know

The fourth time the DI passes is slower and becomes faster ....and wisdom is pouring out.........The units now have rifles and helmets standing awkwardly at attention.....

The fifth time the DI passes he is calling cadence and teaching close order drill. Now there are ''corporals'' with each unit marking cadence with him....

The sixth time he passes he stops in front of me and gives me a full nod and turns away. I now look and the companies of the Regiment are together in full harness.

AIRBORNE....RANGERS....chamo on face...all identical...all the same 'dogfaces'....

And we are ready....

As we march out we pass the Prophet standing at attention and I see his ID Tag.... "Sgt. Bellows".....

and he says one word....the same word I heard in my spirit during intercessory prayer when the sister spoke about our stepping into the water and then pulling back to describe how CFWC had been in the spirit....

. . . .G E R O N I M O. . . .


As he said this I "HEARD'' again the laughter of MY CAPTAIN.

As I looked back, instead of the "REGIMENT" I see a huge pack of "HOUNDS" .... Once again I am on all fours tasting "snake'' and ''wolf'' and I hear the SPIRIT say, "NO RABBITS TODAY, OLD DOG!'' I howl as the "HOUNDS OF HEAVEN" are released to chase down the enemies of MY KING....

Bob Neumann


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VISION #5 of 5

Bob Neumann, 7/5/98

7/5/98 received shortly into the PROPHET'S message as he called/declared the congregation into THE ARMY OF GOD. . . .

I found myself in a warehouse. On one side were display racks covered with velvet. On these racks were swords of all sizes, shapes, styles. Behind the racks and counters were Warring Angels standing as at "parade rest". As I approached the displays, people started to look over the swords. Men and Women, young and old went from epee to saber, foil to cutlass. At first I thought I was invisible as were the Angelic Warriors because none were given a second glance. Then suddenly a man pushed against me and stepped back giving me a stern look.

I said "excuse me" and stepped out of his way and into the path of an oncoming female. She suddenly veered around me and went to a display rack. For the first time I realized I was in full armor and fully armed. I could feel my sword across my back. I had a feeling these "shoppers" were purposefully ignoring me. So I decided to stroll over to the busiest display case, and the crowd parted and turned their backs to me. Once again I stepped back out of the flow of traffic and watched as each "shopper" took "their swords". Almost all were shiny display swords. Most were jeweled, and many were of gold and silver. I shook my head in utter disbelief. When the last left swinging their sword in grand flourishes through the air, an angel came forward and looked me in the eyes.

"Watcher, what did you just see?"

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. . . . . .

"I saw people moving without wisdom. None wore armor, and none had enough discernment to notice you. . .

"As one, the angelic Warriors were "as ease", many openly smiled and a few shook their heads.

"Many who you saw did see us, but considered it unimportant", explains the angel. "Visitations of spirits have become common place among many who think of themselves as "spiritual".

In my spirit I heard. . ."THAT CONFIRMS THEIR LACK OF DISCERNMENT". As one, all the Angelic Warriors gracefully bowed at HIS VOICE and HIS PRESENCE.

Suddenly it was obvious that not one of the "sword shoppers" were listening/filled with HIS MOST HOLY SPIRIT.

Just then all the angels began to turn and file down to the far end of the room. I felt an urge to follow. At the end of the room was a pile of discarded swords, many were bent, stained, nicked and dented. Once again the angels stood back and I picked up one sword after another, none had an edge, most were 'ceremonial' swords. . .all show. . .not tools for/of a wrrior. And I realized what it meant. As I looked up the spokesman angel nodded in agreement and declared. . . .

"Up to now the children learned from their teachers, and most of thier teachers had not the SPIRIT or the WORD"

Children playing games. Not SERVANTS in THE HOUSE of the GREAT FATHER trained with the SWORD, part of Gideon's 30,000 who were not chosen. Yet all had truly been called. But none sought THE CAPTAIN. Suddenly as I thought of MY CAPTAIN, all the Angelic Warriors drew sword and knelt as once again HIS HAND held my shoulder.

"Why ARE YOU TROUBLED?" HE asked. "LORD, I have waited for YOUR ARMY, but once again all I hear is inducting "warriors". You said it was time. What am I not seeing?"
"HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHAT YOU WENT THROUGH, MY FRIEND?" With gentle ease, HE turned me to the opposite wall that had previously been at my back. As if to eternity the cases of stacked short swords were stacked one upon another.

As HE extended HIS HAND to me, my short sword with long practice came smoothly off my thigh and rotated in my hand as I placed it in HIS HAND. Cold and black the honed edge reflected the light of HIS GLORY.

With the SWORD HE slowly seemed to point out the racks of waiting swords. Like the sound of many waters, HIS VOICE DECLARED,


In a sudden movement HE placed the SWORD in my hand and held it there. Suddenly I saw a spinning sharpening stone. In my spirit I heard the WORDS spoken once long ago…


As the blade met stone, sparks flew as friction and pressure upon the metal as it was conformed to HIS WILL. As the OIL fell upon the STONE, the sparks stopped and I heard the VOICE of the SPIRIT say,


I watched as the SWORD slid smoothly with the OIL as the speed of the STONE increased. Back and forth HIS HANDS held the SWORD firmly to the wheel. Suddenly we again stood in the darkness outside the place called time.

HE held the short sword of the trained Legionnaire, long and well used. . .perfectly balanced in THE HAND of THE MASTER OF ALL WAR, EL GABOR, THE LORD OF HOSTS. With deliberate slowness HE placed the SWORD flat against my chest and gently pushed it into the center of my being. . . .

HIS HAND still in my chest HE WHISPERED. . .


And as suddenly as it began I was back in my seat in the middle of the service.