The Trench and The Walking Dead

Bob Neumann, July 7, 1999

The Trench

Preamble

In order to convey the fullness of this “image” and the starkness experienced I am required to attempt to explain things at a different level than I am comfortable with. I am compelled to do this because of the magnitude and extent of the REVELATION BIRTHED. According to THE WORD of GOD my duty is as described by Habakkuk is to write it down and let others run with it. In my spirit man I am very uncomfortable with our brothers and sisters that come forth with a dream, vision, or utterance of 300 - 400 words and then give to us 1000+ words of interpretation. AS IF THE HOLY ONE NEEDS OUR HELP TO CONVEY HIS WILL. All HE requires is obedience. SO, instead of giving a whole lot of personal spin at the end I will dig a hole at the beginning.

On the afternoon of Memorial Day Sunday a seven day experience began in the darker realms of THE SPIRIT. Several years ago I was informed that THE MOST HIGH could speak with both Dark and Dire SAYINGS. David sang of them. Being a Watchman in the NIGHT formulates an awareness of the breadth and depth of HIS WORD. Then when you find yourself walking it out, all preconceptions die. Sometimes hard.

Sometimes slow. From late Sunday afternoon to predawn Saturday I kept falling into a progressive vision. Six or seven times a day during this time I found myself sitting in the cold and the dark. I was sitting in blackness with my back against an earthen wall.

The realization that I was physically exhausted, mentally spent was unmistakable. As were the facts that I was freezing and unbelievably hungry and thirsty. I was sort of sitting and leaning at the same time. The first thing I noticed as “vision” was reestablished was I was wearing combat boots laced to the top. They were scuffed, well worn, and covered by either dried or frozen mud.

Either way really did not matter because between the boots was a but end of a very heavy rifle. It had a sling which hung loosely and the barrel lay comfortably on my right shoulder. At eye level it had a bipod, and my right hand rested on the magazine clip.

For six days I kept going back to a trench where I was freezing to death, and jointly dying of thirst and hunger. Yet the fun thing was the awareness that they were the least of my problems. I did not know exactly where or when I was, so it did not help. But I was aware that I was sitting on an “alice” pack, had empty bandoliers and ammo pouches around my waist and across my chest. I was also aware that I was in one long trench and I was not alone. Scattered down the line to either side were others dressed as I was. In the same situation I was in. But the spaces between us were wide and too far to speak across. So we all were sitting propped against the wall, waiting, resting. For these six days I tried to fill in the blanks. I had spoken about these visions with several others, and found myself with too few answers. The weapon, helmet, uniform placed me in the periods of both WW2 and Korea.

On Friday evening I found out when the vision expanded. Once again I was in the trench feeling all the raw emotions that now were with me continuously. Yet I felt no fear, but resignation. I am here, and have no place else to go. That is when the artillery opened up and they turned on the sound systems. Star shells were being fired to explode just over our heads. These are the type of fireworks that produce the huge flash and big boom at fireworks events. often the noise is so loud the ground shakes. at the same time began continuous amplified bugle calls.

So I had my answer. I was in Korea. Circa 1951 and we were facing the YELLOW HORDE. Red Chinese troops. And all I had was a summer uniform on in the dead of winter. No food, No water. And three clips of ammo. One loaded and locked. And two spare. All this was awareness, not revelation knowledge so far.

Then came the predawn on Saturday as the vision progressed as all the others. When we came to the point of the star shells and bugles I was not surprised. Then the bugles stopped and the night sky lit up as the sky filled with parachute flares. The long awaited final attack had begun. I watched as to either side my brothers/sisters slowly reached back and pulled bayonets out and fixed them to their rifles. My weapon being a Browning Automatic Rifle was not made for close combat, so I took my “GI Entrenching Tool” and sank it into the dirt at my feet (otherwise called a pack shovel).

So we stood stooped down at the edge of the trench wall, waiting, preparing to make every shot count, preparing to attack which is what a bayonet is for. When you can’t run, you attack..

And that is where the visions ended, so to speak. Only in all this time I heard nothing from my MASTER. My prayers were hitting a heavens of brass and I really was not enjoying any of this. Certainly I was curious intrigued, but there was no joy or peace in my camp. So when I found the TRENCH not repeating itself through Saturday I really got worried that I had missed the whole purpose.

So I waited and kept kicking at the door. ASK. SEEK. KNOCK was changed to shout, hunt, and bang. I’m Sorry, but I have given up on being cute and cuddly in my religious reality. Maybe that is comfortable for some, but sitting in that hole made me acutely aware that this is serious. And all I got Sunday was one “WORD”. and it messed me up big time. EXPENDABLE After I got over the shakes, I did not know whether to be scared or angry. Or maybe both. It was not the answer I wanted to hear. I sure did not expect to hear.

Now there have been a lot of “WORDS” concerning intercessors, the prophetic, and the church in general. Most are going along with what has been said or heard before. So they are acceptable at the worst. Comfortable at the best. Or maybe the worst is when we are comfortable.

I am not sure if it was Monday or Tuesday when THE LORD OF HOSTS decided to explain the thing to me. Again it was neither expected or comfortable. Most who may read what I know my MASTER said to me will not like it either. Many will be offended. as if I really care at this point. You see, I am no longer caring what anyone “feels” or “believes” about anything. Except for HE WHO SITS ON THE THRONE. If you ain’t got nail scars in your hands or feet. If it ain’t your footprints I’ve been following hard and long after. As Rhett Buttler said to Scarlet. FRANKLY MY DEAR.

This leads me to..

THE WALKING DEAD

What follows is an abridgement of a long conversation. Take whatever you want from it. I got what I needed and then some. Nothing directly came concerning THE TRENCH. Or EXPENDABLE right then and there. So bear with me. It all started with a question HE asked me.

DO YOU KNOW THE TWO GREATEST VICTORIES OF THE KINGDOM IN THE LAST 2000 YEARS? Frankly, it was so off the wall I was taken back. I thought maybe the RESURRECTION and THE CROSS.

NO DOG, I’M TALKING KINGDOM VERSES KINGDOM. TRUTH AND THE LIE. THE GOOD NEWS AGAINST THE WORKS OF THE FALLEN ONES. I told HIM I had no idea. And HE COUNTERED WITH ““WHY NOT???””

My immediate thought was “oh, damn” and HE JUMPED ON ME. THAT’S THE PROBLEM DOG, BECAUSE PEOPLE DO NOT KNOW THE KINGDOM RULES AND PURPOSE. THEY CREATED THEIR OWN. AND BECAUSE OF THIS MANY WHO THINK THEMSELVES SAFE AND SECURE ARE SLIDING RAPIDLY INTO ETERNAL DAMNATION. MY FATHER’S KINGDOM HAS SUFFERED VIOLENCE AND TO RETAKE WHAT THE STRONGMAN HAS STOLEN YOU GOT TO BE STRONGER THAN HE. BUT YOU ALSO MUST PURPOSE YOURSELF TO VIOLENTLY ASSAULT HIM. THAT IS NOT HAPPENING TOO MUCH IS IT?

Now I know a loaded question when it slaps me across the head. So when HE began to chuckle I knew THE MASTER had a couple aces up HIS SLEEVE.

I TAUGHT KINGDOM TRUTH 2000 YEARS AGO, AND WHAT DO I GET WHEN I COME BACK AND DEMAND ACCOUNTS TO BE SETTLED? REGRETTABLY LITTLE FRUIT AND NOT MUCH IN TALENTS. THERE ARE SOME TREES DOGS THAT WILL REFUSE TO BELIEVE I HAVE HEWN THEM DOWN OR CHOPPED THEM FOR KINDLING. THE LIE IS SO WELL ESTABLISHED. I TAUGHT THEM THE HOWS AND THE WHYS OF THE KINGDOM AND WATCHED AS MEN AND DEMONS CREATED RELIGION AND DOWNPLAYED MY FATHER’S WILL AND PURPOSE. IT IS DANGEROUS TO INSULT SOMEONE WHOSE NAME IS GREAT AND TERRIBLE.

LET ME TELL YOU A LITTLE SECRET, DOG. I DO NOT CHANGE. NEITHER DOES MY WORD. IN THE END TIMES KINGDOM SHALL BATTLE KINGDOM. NOTHING NEW SINCE THE GARDEN, DOG. BUT WHO IS LIVING IT? EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT HARVEST AND REVIVAL. EVERYONE WANTS THE “PROMISED LAND” ON THE OTHER SIDE OF JORDAN. WELL WHICH SIDE DID THEY START ON? IF THEY REALLY ARE IN THE WILDERNESS WILL THEY KILL THE GIANTS ONCE THEY CROSS OVER? OR WILL THEY EVANGELIZE THEM? WHAT COULD THE STRONGMAN HAVE THAT WOULD HAVE VALUE IN THE KINGDOM? AND HOW DO YOU TAKE OUT THE STRONGMAN?

Here we “discussed” some of the popular aspects of “intercession”. Selah. Eventually we came back to the original question.

THE TWO GREATEST VICTORIES OF THE KINGDOM HAVE OCCURRED OVER THE LAST 50 YEARS. FOR OVER 150 YEARS THE “SOLDIERS OF THE KINGDOM” HAVE WEPT AND TRAVAILED IN THESE BATTLES. WITH GROANING AND TEARS THEY HAVE STORMED THE CITADELS AND PLAYED HAVOC ON THE SCHEMES OF THE ENEMY. THE GREATEST AND MOST VIOLENT BATTLE HAS BEEN AGAINST THE PRINCE OF CHINA. THE SECOND IS THE FALL OF THE PRINCE OF KOREA.

YET YOUR PEOPLE, DOG, ARE SO FOCUSED ON THEIR LITTLE PUDDLES THEY MISS THE GREAT FLOODS OF MY POWER ON ALL CONTINENTS. MORE SOULS HAVE BEEN BIRTHED IN ABBA’S HOUSE BECAUSE OF THE PRAYERS OF SO FEW.

THE REASON THE LINE WAS SO THIN WAS BECAUSE THE “CHURCH” IN AMERICA IS NOT CALLING OUT FOR CONSCRIPTION INTO MY SERVICE. WHEN THEY DO TALK ‘ARMY’ IT IS WITH PARADES AND BANNERS, NOT WITH TEARS AND FASTING. REGRETTABLY YOU FOUND YOURSELF WITH LITTLE OF VALUE ON THE BATTLE LINE BECAUSE YOUR PEOPLE FAIL IN THEIR DUTIES TO PROVISION THEIR OWN. NO SUNSHINE WARRIORS TO FILL IN THE GAP WHEN SOLDIERS MAKE THEIR STAND IN THE DARKNESS. I GAVE YOU ENOUGH TO DO THE JOB.

BUT THEY DO LITTLE TO HELP MY CAUSE. BUT THE TIDE OF BATTLE HAS MOVED. I AM RAISING UP MEN AND WOMEN OF MY WORD IN CHINA AND KOREA, INDIA AND AFRICA TO INTERCEDE FOR AMERICA. FOR THE BATTLE LINES HAVE BEEN MOVED AND YOU HAVE NO TRENCH TO PROTECT YOU IN YOUR OWN LAND.

At this point I got the shakes very bad as the spiritual images that flowed became real and of what will be. Nothing really new. We have had many warnings, but nothing will adequately prepare us for what’s down the road. Then suddenly I was again in the valley of vision. This time I was walking in staggered formation along a road. Still tired, still cold, still hungry and thirsty. I have the BAR riding on my hip, and I still have three clips. All I really need to do the job--the BLOOD, the WORDS of my testimony, and being dead to this world.. and that’s where it all came together. An image from Viet Nam. THE WALKING DEAD. Those who gave up thinking about the future because doing the job and surviving the next battle was all consuming. It’s what Paul talked about when he spoke about “being poured out”, giving it all for the sake of CHRIST, to be “expendable” for the sake of THE KINGDOM. THY KINGDOM COME, THY WILL BE DONE is our battle cry. JUST GET THE JOB DONE is something I have heard so often in my spirit, but seldom from the pulpit. So I’m just one of the few on patrol. THE WALKING DEAD. Who follow the CAPTAIN wherever HE leads, will do whatever HE commands.

Selah

Dog