The Daughter of Zion

Bob Neumann

July 6, 1999:

The Daughter of Zion, in the past few months I have struggled long and hard with images that at one point appear opposite yet are different facets of the same. Of such are the images of the ONE PURCHASED and the Battle. In my mind the combining of a tender and precious revelation such as the LILY OF THE VALLEY with the stark terror of THE WALKING DEAD cannot be rationalized by a thinking cognitive creature. That is because REVELATION KNOWLEDGE is a stumbling block to the esoteric wisdom of the world. The SPIRIT OF PROPHECY has but one real purpose, to offend the wisdom of the mind, the emotions of the soul, and the arrogance of the flesh. So I have made a long hard journey into the valley, and was told to share two sides of a coin, step by step. All the way to the SEVENTH THUNDER. Few may like where we might be going.

Most will not like the evolution of images. Neither did I, but I survived it. SO, the first step.

THE BETROTHED

I was in quiet prayer when suddenly the whole house was covered by a gentle blanket of PEACE. As I awaited the slow and gentle shift into the second heaven, I had the faint whiff of flowers all around me. I looked for the Bridegroom and saw nothing of HIM, instead seated before me was THE LILY. Her back was to me, and I watched as she was folding and packing things into a small chest. It struck me funny that she would have all attention on her “HOPE CHEST” as we used to call them. And then the reality struck me as how wrong I was. There was a time before liberation and feminism where the idea was to marry and live happily ever after. That a young woman placed all her ‘hopes’ in finding someone who would fulfill his vows to love and cherish. In this place of peace and beauty I felt a searing grief in my spirit.

And once again I turned a corner in the FATHER’S HEART as I understood more of the depths of HIS GRIEF and the degree HIS PERFECT WILL AND PURPOSE have been perverted by man. As I stood and reflected there arose a breeze mixed with many scents and she turned her face toward me. Her laughter and smile reminded me of HER BELOVED as she rose and had me sit with her. I was a little taken back because the few times I have seen her I was with the BRIDEGROOM. She was always veiled and silent.

Of course HIS PRESENCE can do that to you. But now she was unveiled and chatted with me about HIM. All that we could talk about was THE BRIDEGROOM. She showed me so many things she had prepared for the awaited day. As I sit here I realize it could have been called “girl talk”, but it was far different. She spoke as if all she had to say was important, yet was more interested in what I would share. Yet I did not feel like I had anything to say. I was part right.

As I sat I heard the Sweet Still VOICE of THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT say THE BRIDE HAS MADE HERSELF READY. IT IS TIME TO ADORN THE BRIDE. With that I felt the urge to reach into my pocket and I brought out a handful of pearls. The sizes varied but the quality and luster was uniformly exquisite. As she held out her hands, I placed them into those tiny, delicate hands. Slowly I watched her size them and string them one by one. Then before me was a gown and upon the gown she placed the pearls. Of course she draped it before her and asked whether it was good enough. It was a hard call. The only thing I had ever seen more beautiful was the FULLNESS of THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT. Not something easily forgotten. OR maybe ABBA’S SMILE. Or the laughter of my KING. It’s funny, how do you grade perfection. Of course THE DAUGHTER OF ZION is lovely and her gown is HIS GLORY.

Without warning I stood on that hill with my back against the STANDARD, looking out at what was the SIXTH THUNDER and what is the SEVENTH. Once again I heard the WIND OF THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT. NO, YOU HAVE NOT CAST PEARLS BEFORE THE SWINE. YOU HAVE BROUGHT THEM FORTH IN DUE SEASON AND HAVE GIVEN THEM UNTO THE BRIDE. IT IS HER RESPONSIBILITY TO PREPARE HERSELF.

SHE HAS DONE SO. BUT NOW SHE IS ADORNING HERSELF IN GOLD, SILVER AND PRECIOUS STONES TO BE A TREASURE FIT FOR A KING. FOR IT IS A KING THAT COMES QUICKLY FOR HER BUT WILL DO SO AS HE PLEASES. AND HIS PLEASURE IS AS A THIEF IN THE NIGHT. ON A TIME NO ONE WOUND EXPECT IT SEEMS, EXCEPT THOSE WHO ARE WAITING FOR HIM. THE PEARLS ARE THE WORDS SPOKEN AND WRITTEN BY YOU, WATCHER, AND ALL WHO STAND GUARD.

YOU HAVE FOUGHT THE GOOD FIGHT AND HAVE HELD OUT TO THE END. OR SO MANY OF YOU THINK. THE BATTLE IS BEYOND WHAT MOST OF MINE EVEN UNDERSTAND. THE KINGDOM HAS COME AT A TIME SUCH AS THIS FOR A PLAN AND A PURPOSE FAR BEYOND ANYTHING THE BRIDE CAN PERCEIVE. FOR THAT REASON THE MIGHTY ONE HAS SET ASIDE THOSE WHOM HE CALLS FRIENDS TO TAKE THE BATTLE EVEN BEYOND THE SCOPE THE ENEMY PERCEIVES. BUT THEN AGAIN, OLD DOG, THE ENEMY IS AS BLIND AND DECEIVED AS THE WORLD HE TRIES TO RULE. WOULD IT BOTHER YOU AND THE GABORIM TO GO FROM THE DEFENSIVE AND TAKE VIOLENCE TO THE KINGDOM OF DARKNESS. YOU AND YOURS HAVE BATTLED UNDER ORDERS WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING THE STAKES INVOLVED. WHEN YOU LEARN THE PLANS OF THE KINGDOM YOU WILL SERVE IN EVEN GREATER LEVELS.

THE TIME HAS NOW COME FOR THE VIOLENT TO ENTER THE FRAY. So there is the first facet of an incredible image. Or should I say, one side to the coin.

Selah

Old Dog