The Children Of God 1-5

The Children Of God 1

The Children Of God 2

The Children Of God 3

Sometimes Lessons Are Meant To Be Hard

The Children Of God 4

The Children Of God 5.....Sitting With The Lily

 

The Children Of God 1

Bob Neumann, 11/2007

Marion, North Carolina USA

Last night after several posts I tried to sleep in spite of many thoughts. Once I was successful I had two very vivid dreams, extremely different.

The first took place in a simple large room devoid of any decoration whatsoever. All I can say for certain was that there was a floor, because I wound up sitting on it.

What made it interesting was the amazing number of children in the vicinity. Some were running around while many occupied themselves with assorted stuffed animals, blocks and assorted "stuff". Some were fashionably dressed in full outfits any Grandmother would be pleased with. Some were in the process of removing or putting on shoes and socks and assorted clothing. But many had simply a diaper and a few either never had one or had successfully removed said apparel.

The only things that seemed uniform was the noise level and movement. They were definitely making a "JOYFUL NOISE". And very few were in one spot for long. So as I stood there surveying this variation of everyday mayhem I realized two things. First was there appeared to be no structure to what I was seeing and definitely no supervision. It was then I realized I had "seen" this before. Actual maybe several times.…

It was then I noticed that one particular munchkin was interested in my left shoe and sock. After awhile the novelty wore off and said child wandered off into the general melee. At that point I realized that I could interact with these children. As I looked out at the random toddlers doing whatever whim caught them, I felt a touch on my shoulder and looked back to a familiar grin. My very first thought was "for what I am about to receive....".

Now the GRIN just got bigger and I followed THE GOOD SHEPHERD for a few steps and we sat down noticed briefly by several munchkins and quickly ignored. My first thought was "WHY THE GOOD SHEPHERD?", to which HE NODDED HIS HEAD. "MY SHEEP HEAR MY VOICE AND THEY FOLLOW ME....".

With that HE RAISED HIS VOICE AND SAID, "CHILDREN COME OVER TO ME..." and I realized how often I had HEARD THAT WONDROUS VOICE...and I saw children come running from all directions. Many immediately sat some remained standing and looking at MY MASTER.

And so was I...I figured this was going to be awesome. So when HE FLASHED HIS GRIN again at me and whispered, "GO AHEAD..."....duhhhh....

Once again THAT VOICE CAME FORTH..."DO YOU WANT TO HEAR A SONG...."...and the response was just awesome. There is maybe nothing more wonderful than the laughter of countless children....and it was AWESOME. But THE GRIN was still there, and HE SAID AGAIN... "GO AHEAD...".

Sitting hear typing this I wonder why I did not come up with "AMAZING GRACE", or "ROCK OF AGES"....but that was not what came readily to mind. I started with about 4 lines from an old Irish drinking song... it was lively and upbeat...and it seemed I was a hit, especially with the ad lib of "lida-lida-didly dee..." when I could not remember the words. As long as I sang with emotion and "vigor" I had their attention. For all of maybe 2 minutes.... I remember singing an old song I have no memory of but as I sang... "I’m just a soul whose intentions are good.... Oh LORD don't let me be misunderstood..."....la-da-da-dah... and it was just me and THE GOOD SHEPHERD sitting there...the kids were back to their own business.

I guess the look on my face was funny because THE KING LAUGHED. My only thought was I should have stayed with IRISH DRINKING SONGS....ROCK and ROLL lost my audience.

"YOU WOULD HAVE LOST THEM ANYWAY...SHORT ATTENTION SPANS. IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT WORDS YOU SING, THEY ONLY HEAR THE MELODY." With that we stood up and were in another room.

The smallest of GOD'S CHILDREN can hear HIS VOICE. But few understand THE WORDS. SELAH which is where this ends.

Bob Neumann

Marion, NC

 

 

 

The Children Of God 2

Bob Neumann, 11/2007

I walked with THE KING into another room without walls. And once again filled with children. But these were older, ages 4 or 5. And they were much fewer…

The noise level was markedly less. But it was not quiet, not at all. But here I immediately saw children interacting with each other. For the most part it was fairly well segregated. Anytime I saw more than three in a group it was either all boys or girls-only. And some group were fairly large, noisy, and energetic.

And occasionally there were separate individuals. Some boys "building great structures". Some girls with dolls and stuffed animals. I noticed several "tea parties" in progress, and replays of the great train robbery".

"THEY HAVE BEGIN TO INTERACT WITH THE WORLD THEY ARE IN", BEGAN THE KING. "SOME FIT INTO GROUPS AND OTHERS ARE CONTENT IN THEIR OWN THOUGHTS. ALL HAVE LEARNED TO USE THEIR OWN IMAGINATIONS. BUT THEY CAN BE INFLUENCED..."...and I was left dangling. THE SHEPHERD had CHANGED TO KINGLY FORM. The children obviously understood HIS AUTHORITY. but where that went I was in the process of learning and I wondered, WHAT NEXT?

Like before THE VOICE FILLED the room saying, "CHILDREN PLEASE COME TO ME...", and I watched once again as from all directions CHILDREN came TO MY MASTER. Once again I watched as children ran TO HIM, but not all. While the majority ran and grabbed the closet spots available, there were some who came slowly and purposely. Once they took their seats I could feel the silence that filled the room.

Now the toddlers were noisy, these "older" children were quiet. Almost "unnaturally" so...was my feel on it. It seemed all these children were actively watching and listening. And what I was watching was a KINGLY GRIN wondering what HE WAS ABOUT TO BLESS ME WITH....and deep inside I was hoping if I had to sing it would be any song I actually remembered the words...

It seemed we waited a long time with those eyes watching and those ears waiting for HIM.

"CHILDREN", HE BEGAN, "I HAVE A SPECIAL FRIEND THAT WANTS TO TELL YOU A VERY SPECIAL STORY. YOU MUST ALL LISTEN VERY CAREFULLY....".

Now this one even sounded interesting to me and I was eager to hear...and all I seemed to see was this AMAZING GRIN and a GLOW IN HIS EYES. I could see HE WAS ENJOYING HIMSELF and I could hear a quiet shuffling as all eyes were now targeting me. And out of nowhere I understood how the THANKSGIVING TURKEY FELT. Once again the only thought in my empty head was "you got to be kidding....".

There is an old saying that prayer is the LAST RESORT of A SCOUNDREL, which even now gives me little comfort because I found myself praying very hard. And I realized singing songs for two year olds was a whole lot easier than "telling a story" for four and five year olds. And I heard that SWEET SMALL VOICE say to my spirit man, "YOU CAN TEACH AN OLD DOG A NEW TRICK OR TWO!". To which I responded to HIS WITTY COMMENT...."gee thanks, BOSS..." Which got a response...which I did not really expect. "WOULD A SONG HELP..." and somewhere deep inside of me came this reply.... "you got to be kidding me.."......HE WASN'T and I heard to my deep chagrin.... and maybe everlasting shame....

HEY THERE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOOD... YOU SURE ARE LOOKING GOOOOOD.......

And I was elsewhere....

selah
Bob Neumann
Marion, NC
As it whispered "WHY ME!".

 

 

 

The Children Of God 3

Bob Neumann, 11/2007

{looking back, I realize I started THE CHILDREN OF GOD on Monday Nov 13. At the time it was only one part of what I knew would be more than 4-5-6??? installments. But I did not realize I would not finish and post PART 1 until Friday the 16th. By this time I have traveled through 5 very different groupings of images and patterns and songs and some very strange stuff in general. Part 2 went out on Saturday the 17th and since that time I have basically been sleepless.... my mind is foggy, my spirit is weary, and my body aches. I have not felt anything so difficult since the THIRD THUNDER.... for 3 days now I have struggled in relating what followed after getting the SONG...about one "LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD....it seems many are confused by the first 2 PARTS...for which I am sorry....and I regret to say that if I do finish and post this 3rd part, you may not like where and how it ends.

I did not.…}

 

I WAS STANDING IN THE WOODS.....CHILDREN OF GOD, PART 3......

And yes... I was standing under some trees in what some might call a "FOREST" .… "WOODS" is a generalized term that could mean almost anything. Right in front of me were several "cottages". Definitely 15th century rustic.

As I found myself just standing and waiting with the old SAM the SHAM song floating freely through my noggin I wondered if this "version" of the classic fairytale would be up beat. At which point that STILL SMALL VOICE commented..."AT YOUR AGE...".

Let's say that I was "dui" at the moment... DISCERNING UNDER the INFLUENCE of a 1960's song.... but the song really did not tell me what would be coming out of the door of one of these huts. Said song does not paint a picture beyond a "pretty girl"....and the issue of male hormones. Yet people are reading in to it just what I was thinking at the time.

Looking back I really did not know whether I was "telling" a story, or maybe was the story. Was I to just watch or to interact. The song said that there was interaction between one wolf...and one girl. I really, really did not think I was going to be wearing a RED CAPE, her head covered by a HOOD.....so I was content to see I was in the old familiar brown. So if the story played out "the wolf" would be waiting somewhere down the "path".

So I stood there watching and doing too much thinking. So when a door briefly opened and a child in RED stepped out and started walking away from where I stood. So I made my first decision and walked quickly towards the child. No stealth, and no subtlety at all.

"Hello young lady", I greeted her. She briefly looked back and up at me. "I do not speak to strangers.", she stated and walked away. So I just followed thinking "solid advice" to be given when walking to GRANDMA'S HOUSE. I also noticed she was a blond with blue eyes, and thought it appropriate for a German fairy tale. I also noticed that she was lugging one "HUGE PICNIC BASKET"....and my mind wandering as it will...was that the only real danger we had en route to GRANNY'S PLACE is if "YOGI BEAR" showed up.

The one thing I did notice as we walked quickly was that "THE PATH" was clear of any bushes or scrub. Either it was very well traveled, or the county "BUSH-HOGGED" it regularly. Thankfully I saw a "cottage" sitting all alone. And as expected RED RIDING HOOD made a bee line up two steps and went right to the door that was partially opened. It was then that I realized we had seen no "wolf" on our trek. So I assumed said "wolf" was waiting....and RED was obviously not happy I was following her. But I figured if I saved her from the wolf, things would work out...whatever I was thinking...I was way off....

Red went through an inner door and I followed. I found her standing at the foot of a classic 4 poster bed....and in said bed was a typical wolf....in nightgown, cap and "granny glasses". As Red anchored herself at the foot of the bed, I walked up the left side of the bed and looked down at a not to happy wolf. And the look the wolf gave me told me my "visit" was not expected. But before I could say or do anything RED went right into her lines...

"Oh GRANDMOTHER, WHAT BIG EARS YOU HAVE." At that point I had to jump in... "Listen RED, does this look like your GRANDMOTHER?", I asked pointing at the wolf, taking the simple direct approach. "My GRANDMOTHER has been ill and I have come to take care of her." Seeing that the original story had that as a major part of the plot, I could not argue. So I followed up on my original question. "Has your GRANDMOTHER always had big hairy ears?"

But the wolf jumped in, "SO I CAN HEAR YOU BETTER, MY DEAR." I thought the gravelly baritone voice made my argument.

"Has your GRANDMA always talked like that, child?", I asked. Again the wolf got in first. "I've been sick..."...and both RED and the wolf were looking at me awaiting my response. And I said, "SHUT UP WOLF!".

"Don't you dare tell my GRANDMOTHER to SHUT UP in HER OWN HOUSE?", RED shouted at me. And we were off....

"Listen RED," I began and got cut off...

"NO! I WON'T LISTEN TO YOU! YOU WERE WAITING FOR ME TO COME TO MY GRANDMOTHER IN HER TIME OF NEED...."

"OPPORTUNISTIC!", exclaimed the WOLF. "And you followed me all the way here...", spoke up RED. "YOU CONCEALED YOURSELF AND SET AN AMBUSH FOR THE CHILD", stated the WOLF and RED NODDED IN AGREEMENT. "THEN YOU STALKED HER HERE...." stated THE WOLF.

"I did not stalk her", I answered.

"THE EVIDENCE POINTS DIRECTLY AT YOU....PERVERT!". On that I snapped and grabbed the wolf's snout holding it closed. At that RED SCREAMED and dropped the PICNIC BASKET and ran up the opposite side of the bed to face across from me. And I was deafened by her blood curdling scream. "DON'T hurt my GRANDMOTHER!" she shrieked over and over.

At that point I thought...this is not going very well. Seeing I was holding THE WOLF WITH MY LEFT HAND, I raised my right hand to get RED'S attention only to have her jump away from the bed anticipating an impending act of violence by me. So I lowered my right hand and she came back to the bed. She also had stopped the lousy screaming, so I figured "GOOD ENOUGH".

So I started to talk in a quiet, controlled voice... "Listen Red..."...."NO!"... "Please… "...."NO!"..... "I'LL LET THE WOLF GO....", and I was answered with silence. As I released the snout LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD sniffed twice and said, "SHE IS NOT A WOLF"... to which I replied, "YES HE IS!".

At that THE WOLF LOOKED UP at me and very indignantly said..."JUST WHO ARE YOU CALLING 'HE' , MISTER STALKER?". And that stopped me. COLD.

The quiet that followed was interesting. So, as calmly as I could I looked at the girl and asked. "Are you telling me that you do not see a wolf wearing your Granny's nightgown and glassed in this bed?". "Of course not! That is my GRANDMOTHER!"

I had no response....except the thought ran through my mind...."this is not working".

"I came because I wanted to save you from THE WOLF..." I started and immediately got cut off... "WHAT WOLF?" RED SHOUTED with the new hint of anger in her voice. And THE WOLF TURNED toward me and GRINNED.

"YOU CAME HERE TO HURT MY GRANDMOTHER!", was her declaration, "YOU ARE A BAD MAN!". "YES HE IS!", agreed THE WOLF, and then added "A SICK OLD MAN...". To which RED SHOUTED "I HATE YOU" with more venom than any 5 year old should have. "YOU ARE A VERY BAD AND EVIL MAN!", and I realized RED'S VOICE was different. And as she repeated that line several times, each time it felt worse in my spirit.

"SEEMS you have made things worse than you intended", said THE WOLF in almost a conversational tone. "YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT "NO GOOD DEED EVER GOES UNPUNISHED"?". At this point RED was into a MANTRA of "I HATE YOU...I HATE YOU".

With a strange lilt in "her" voice, THE WOLF SAID, “AND YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT THE ONLY DANGER YOU FACED WAS A FICTITIOUS BEAR". With that I looked at THE WOLF and said, "GO AHEAD AND EAT HER...".

As I turned away from the bed and took one step I found myself in that strange "place" of BEING out of both time and place. And I stopped and stood thinking many thoughts. After a short while I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder and heard HIS VOICE.... "YOU REALLY MUCKED UP A GRIMM’S FAIRY TALE...".

I sure did...

selah

bob Neumann

Marion, NC

 

 

 

Sometimes LESSONS are meant to be HARD

11/2007

Years ago there was a ROCK GROUP called THE BUFFALO SPRINGFIELD. They had one song that has lived beyond their name. And it is that song that keeps going through my mind today. Why it is this song I have to listen to as I ponder what to do with what I have been given, is in itself part of the lesson. I grew up with the belief that a thing's value was based on how hard you had to work for it.

For the lessons I am learning now are so hard, I expect the ultimate reward to be dramatic. Which is why I am continuing.

In PART 1 we saw a massive number of toddlers...ages 1-2. Children happy and perfectly safe in the presence of THE LORD. Personally, after the fact, I was embarrassed at my choice of songs to entertain them. But that was/is/will be my problem. What sane person would sing a rowdy song of drinking and carousing to babies. Until I was not so gently reminded that I had done this numerous times. WHEN THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT shows you snapshots of yourself, it is usually for a reason.

Babies do not care what you sing, or how well you sing it. Babies like to be held, rocked, cuddled....they need to be. For every time I sang TOORA LOORA LOORA, I sang WILD ROVER and BRENDAN ON THE MOOR. It quieted and calmed a baby that had colic, or was teething. Which is what it was intended to do.

Babies are resilient. Ask any ER MD or RN. But they are not impervious to what occurs around them. Which is why ABBA protects and watches over HIS BABIES.

Now 3 and 4 year olds absorb every thing around them. They rarely miss a thing and rarely forget things that hurt or frighten them. They can be very loving and very demanding. The term "TERRIBLE THREES" was coined for a reason. Parental survival through such stages is always a risky proposition.

Which leads me to the SPIRITUAL SIGNIFICANCE of the LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD saga. It is now obvious how involved it really is.

So let's start out with the basic premise: PLACING A CHILD INTO A DANGEROUS SITUATION. Granted the "idea" seems quite appropriate. A family sending assistance to an elderly, infirmed relative. It is something we all would do, right? But why send a 5 year old?

Now THE RED RIDDING HOOD is interesting because it is RED...and she did no driving in the story. Nor riding...so maybe she likes RED. Now after my confrontation, I wondered.....why send a child through a "SPOOKY OLD WOODS" in a glaring color? Seeing that there are wolves and possibly other predators, RED would be easier to spot from a distance. Most 4 legged predators are color blind, so RED would help search parties could spot the remains easier.

So that explains the title...but how to understand the actual problem. Would really loving parent send out a child burdened with "goodies" into a forested area? Each of you can answer that for yourselves....

In the SPIRITUAL WORLD the NICOLAOTIN CHURCH has sent out CHILDREN RIGHT AND LEFT for years into a world that they were never prepared for. Now THE KING NEVER puts CHILDREN into danger. Servants...is another story. But CHILDREN need to be "raised up" and "trained for service".

Y'SHUA told HIS FOLLOWERS....Mat 10:16 Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves. Few "fathers" in the "congregation of the saints" teach from this passage. Mainly because it is "dark", "negative", and no one in their right mind would be eager "to be sent out". So let's look at what follows Mat 10:17 But beware of men: for they will deliver you up to the councils, and they will scourge you in their synagogues; Mat 10:18 And ye shall be brought before governors and kings for my sake, for a testimony against them and the Gentiles. Mat 10:19 But when they deliver you up, take no thought how or what ye shall speak: for it shall be given you in that same hour what ye shall speak. Mat 10:20 For it is not ye that speak, but the Spirit of your Father which speaketh in you.

Has THE HARLOT prepared any children for actual SERVICE? Or for eventual slaughter?

Children can HEAR HIS VOICE. Some can listen when HE SENDS an occasional servant to teach them. Few will learn, and grow, and hopefully take their place as fellow servants in ABBA'S HOUSE.

This is only part of the lesson we are to learn. It will not get easier. So I hope there are a few out there who will receive.

selah

Bob Neumann

Marion, NC

For What It's Worth

There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, now, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down

 

 

 

The Children Of God Part 4

Bob Neumann, 11/2007

So far I have related seeing two rooms of children. Neither needed supervision, structure, or control beyond ABBA'S WILL. Then I ran into what THE HARLOT CHURCH has done to children yearning to serve. The real issue is who is sending them "OUT" and "WHY".

Y'SHUA spares no words in Mat 10:16..."Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves:..." These are men. Men used to hard living in a hard land. They would spend 3 years walking with THE MASTER...and HE DEMANDED that they stay in JERUSALEM till THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT filled and empowered them.

So what does THE HARLOT CHURCH really do?

It is a real wonderful feeling when THE LAMB tells you that you "mucked up". For those of you who have not encountered "muck", "muck" is just another term for fresh fertilizer, recently deposited by farm animals. It is a dirty and smelly job that has to get done. So when one "MUCKS UP"...one spreads manure around where it should not be.

So I was not terribly surprised after my CONFRONTATION with LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD I found myself once again standing among some very old trees wearing my well used brown robe. Now a few days had passed with me heavily pondering what I could have done differently. Scripture says clearly in JUDE... Beloved, when I gave all diligence to write unto you of the common salvation, it was needful for me to write unto you, and exhort [you] that ye should earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered unto the saints.

"Contend" is translated from the GREEK TERM "epagônizomai". To me it means to do battle, now others can figure it out for themselves. Was I too confrontational with a "child" who could not discern? So I told myself to be a little more "dove like". So I walked over to an old tree and sat down on a root wondering where all this was going. At this point it was me and the trees. No songs, no poems, no clues what so ever. So I waited.

Eventually I heard a strange "clomping sound" and turned towards the direction the noise was coming from. After a few moments I could hear several voices and reminded myself "meek as a dove...".

Walking in single file were five men. I immediately recognized the leader and stood to greet them.

"Hail Arthur, king of the Britons", I stated in a clear "manly" voice. Before me were part of the cast of SPAMALOT. The musical version of MONTY PYTHON and THE HOLY GRAIL. What I found interesting was that the fifth and final member of the quintet was Eric Idle who wrote the play. But he was dressed as the others in knightly garb.

"Greetings, stranger", announced Arthur, "and well met". As I shook hands all around, I wondered what or where things were going. So I asked how were they doing so far in their search for the GRAIL. "The CUP that GOD THE ALMIGHTY and ALL-KNOWING misplaced?", stated one of the knights. Now that sounded like one of the lines from the play and I stated. "Is there another?".

"Of course not,", replied King Arthur, "but you must understand that THE GRAIL is merely a metaphor for man's need to find something greater in himself." "But we are now looking for what is greater", stated one of the knights and the others joined the conversation. "You must have a PURPOSE. Goals beyond your sight and beyond your reach." For some reason this felt familiar, but it was not what I was expecting, silly me.

"Are you still on a GREAT QUEST?".... I asked Arthur. "Yes we have a GREAT QUEST that we are tirelessly pursuing." And it was here all five knights stood quietly looking upwards. Looked impressive. And then they started to sing....

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

I had to join in "THIS IS MY QUEST TO FOLLOW THAT STAR NO MATTER HOW HOPELESS, NO MATTER HOW FAR". But Arthur and his knights had stopped singing and were staring at me.

"Forgive me stranger,", announced Arthur with a broad smile on his face. He looked at his companions. "We have a brother knight on the same QUEST!".

"NO KING ARTHUR, please forgive me.", I began trying the more dovish mode. "I know the great LORD OF LA MANCHA whose own quest we sang of. I am but a poor servant of THE KING OF JERUSALEM, THE SON OF DAVID".

At that Arthur seemed impressed. "Poor servant indeed. There is more to you than what meets our eye. I wonder what you are doing here?"

Now that was a good question. And a thought came to me. So I posed a question.

"By chance, good Arthur, have you seen a fair maid in your recent travels?"

"Several times now," Arthur replied in a stage whisper, "we have heard her song but have yet to see her. Which we hope to do soon".

"Then I must attempt to persuade you not to", I began, "For the Maid is the betrothed of my MASTER, Y'SHUA BEN DAVID. She is bought and paid for, good knights. She awaits for my MASTER. She is THE LILY OF THE VALLEY, THE ROSE OF SHARON".

Now Arthur and his friends seemed confused....so I sang…

To love ... pure and chaste from afar ...
To try ... when your arms are too weary ...
To reach ... the unreachable star ...

This is my quest, to follow that star ...
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far ...
To fight for the right, without question or pause ...
To be willing to march into Hell, for a Heavenly cause …

 

"Oh, my..." muttered one of the knights.

"Oh, yes..." I stated and clasped the man's shoulder.

"But what of our QUEST", asked Arthur?

"Forgive me Good Arthur, but did not the LORD OF LA MANCHA speak of an UNREACHABLE STAR, an UNBEATABLE FOE, the UNRIGHTABLE WRONG....an IMPOSSIBLE DREAM".

I saw King and Knights nodding along with my logic. "What more can valiant knights want?", I asked.

But Arthur had a look on his face I could not fathom. I sure was not sure where he was going to go next.

"Sir Knight", he asked, "you seem to know much of this LORD OF LA MANCHA."

"I should, good king, because DON QUIXOTE DE LA MANCHA is but one of the titles my KING wears with great distinction. LORD OF LORDS, KING OF KINGS, PRINCE OF PEACE, EL GABOR....". So I sang....

Hear me now
Oh thou bleak and unbearable world,
Thou art base and debauched as can be;
And a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled
Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!
I am I, Don Quixote,
The Lord of La Mancha,
My destiny calls and I go,
And the wild winds of fortune
Will carry me onward,
Oh whithersoever they blow.
Whithersoever they blow,
Onward to glory I go!

I'm Sancho! Yes, I'm Sancho!
I'll follow my master till the end.
I'll tell all the world proudly
I'm his squire! I'm his friend!

Hear me, heathens and wizards
And serpents of sin!
All your dastardly doings are past,
For a holy endeavor is now to begin
And virtue shall triumph at last!

King Arthur was beaming..."What a wonderful song your KING has! So then you are SIR PANCHO...." With that the knights were pumping my hand and slapping my back. And I felt things were looking good for once.

And it came to me....another song...

"Good King Arthur, and noble knights. Let me speed you off on your great quest with a song MY KING, THE SOON COMING BRIDEGROOM gave for HIS BELOVED."

I have dreamed thee too long,
Never seen thee or touched thee.
But known thee with all of my heart.
Half a prayer, half a song,
Thou hast always been with me,
Though we have been always apart.

Dulcinea... Dulcinea...
I see heaven when I see thee, Dulcinea,
And thy name is like a prayer
An angel whispers... Dulcinea... Dulcinea!

If I reach out to thee,
Do not tremble and shrink
From the touch of my hand on thy hair.
Let my fingers but see
Thou art warm and alive,
And no phantom to fade in the air.

Dulcinea... Dulcinea...
I have sought thee, sung thee,
Dreamed thee, Dulcinea!

Now I've found thee,
And the world shall know thy glory,
Dulcinea... Dulcinea!

Arthur and his gang beamed.... "Such a truly glorious song, Sir Pancho...." Proclaimed Arthur, KING OF THE BRITONS. "I hope to meet your SOVEREIGN on my QUEST". With that he and the knights walked away into the woods.

So I sat back on my root and watched them march off singing..."SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM....".

Crazy old men on a QUEST. PURPOSE DRIVEN for goal unattainable.

I end here....because I was watching them march off when I heard a familiar voice...

that will be part 5...

selah

Bob Neumann

Marion, NC

 

 

 

The Children Of God....Part 5.....Sitting With The Lily

Bob Neumann, 12/2007

In the Month of November I have been given 2 long progressive visions. I have never actually read anyone else on the WWW relate of such. Time and personal sanity has prolonged the relating of these events which might trouble some out there on the NET.

Regrettably, we are not in a vacuum. What THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT speaks to another should affect us all in some way or another. Last week there was a vivid VISION and WORD placed before THE ASSEMBLY OF THE SAINTS OF THE MOST HIGH GOD. As I read it THE LAMB WHO TREADS THE WINEPRESS "goosed" me with a "SOUND FAMILIAR?".

On that note with the assistance of THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT and THE BRIDE I will finish this last part... which makes #5....GRACE AND MERCY to all.... bob Neumann Marion, NC}

At the end of CHILDREN OF GOD...PART 4 I had related to the fact that I had just sat back on a large tree root watching as I listened to 5 MANLY voices singing "SPAM....SPAM....SPAM...", when a familiar voice spoke from behind me ask, "Where are they going?".

The answer rose up from within me, "As far away from you as possible LITTLE SISTER."

As I spoke I once again saw THE LILY. Once again she was robed in the most brilliant white, and veiled. All I could actually see was her hands and her EYES. And once again I marveled at how HER EYES where like HIS. BEAUTIFUL, yes...but VIBRANT...

"WHO WERE THOSE MEN?", she asked in a sweetness and innocence that hurt so bad I had to laugh. A deep, cleansing laugh that seemed to consume me. I was whipping tears from my eyes as I replied.

"That CHILD was THE FIVE FOLD MINISTRY of the thing people refer to as THE CHURCH".

"BUT I AM HIS CHURCH", she replied in a very quiet tone and her eyes turned to where Arthur and his knights had vanished into the woods, hopefully never to be seen or heard from again.

"I know", was all I could say. And there was the punch line in the greatest cosmic joke of all. THE BRIDE as well as THE BRIDEGROOM has no awareness of the existence of THE ABOMINATION. Or let me rephrase that. THE KING WILL TELL THOSE WHO CRY OUT "BUT LORD, LORD" and HE WILL REPLY "DEPART FROM ME...".... you all should know the rest....

"THEY WERE LOOKING FOR ME, WEREN'T THEY?", she asked.

"I think, LITTLE SISTER," I began as I stretched to get a little more comfortable leaning on the tree... "that they were looking for something that would allow them to continue QUESTING indefinitely."

"SO HE SENT YOU TO KEEP THEM FROM FINDING ME?".

Now that was an interesting question. And it hit me that HE HAD SHOWN ME exactly happens to CHILDREN not UNDER HIS CARE. THE ABOMINATION sends them out too early and under equipped. Sends them out with bait to attract lions and bears....beasts KING DAVID had to kill to protect HIS FATHER'S SHEEP.

Then she asked, "WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE IF THEY DECIDED NOT TO TURN AWAY?".

Now that caught my breath. And I realized that in comparison to LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD and THE WOLF, this had gone all too easily. At this point I could feel HER EYES cutting into my heart. She had that same intense look in her EYES as some of THE CHILDREN I was to tell the STORY TO. There was my answer....

"I KILL WOLVES, LITTLE ONE".

I guess what followed was a "pregnant pause". I did not really like my answer, but it was my answer.

"BUT YOU DID NOT KILL GRANDMA WOLF, DID YOU?", came the very rhetorical question. As I pondered it SHE CONTINUED...."WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE IF I HAD STEPPED OUT OF A COTTAGE WITH A RED RIDING HOOD ON?"

OUCH!

and it hit me...."HEY THERE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD..." that lousy old song that I have been hearing for days, weeks....and once again I was laughing uncontrollably. At this point SHE was laughing too.

"I HAVE ALWAYS ENJOYED HEARING YOU LAUGH", SHE SAID, "BUT YOU DO NOT LAUGH AS OFTEN AS YOU USED TO".

Now that helped sober things up just a little. And I had to tell her part of THE TRUTH... "I could not kill GRANDMA WOLF because she was right about me...." which brought a quick quiet to everything. "You see, DAUGHTER OF ZION, I am a "DIRTY OLD MAN"... and I want you to promise me something."

Now THOSE EYES FLASHED, and I sensed SHE had stiffened HER POSTURE....

"PLEASE never wear fishnet stockings and stiletto heals..." I heard HER SUDDEN INTAKE OF BREATH... "and please do not ask...."

The first thought that ran through my mind was, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"...I felt mortified.

I am talking to THE LILY OF THE VALLEY, THE BRIDE PURE and SPOTLESS. And I thought "WHAT KIND OF IDIOT ARE YOU?".

And deep inside my sprit man I heard THE VOICE of MY KING whisper "THE RIGHT KIND OF IDIOT, OLD FRIEND".

Immediately SHE LEANED TOWARDS ME AND whispered... "WHAT DID HE SAY?". With only a brief hesitation SHE STATED, "I HEARD HIS VOICE, BUT THE WORDS WERE MEANT FOR YOU."

"HE just told me I was doing what I am supposed to do it seems." HER EYES held me and I knew the conversation was far from over. So we sat staring at each other. Now I have sat quietly with THE KING for long periods, but this was different. SHE WAS WAITING FOR SOMETHING...and I thought "WHAT?".

Once again that STILL SMALL VOICE snuck in with a very theatrical "OOOYYYYY!!!!!". SOMEONE OUT THERE KNEW what I was missing/forgetting and was not going to help. And slowly she extended HER HAND palm upward. So I started reaching into pockets in search of something...anything...and I found it. Inside my robe over my heart I felt something...and it was my turn to moan "oy".

So I took out the envelope. I have carried it a long time now. SHE turned the still sealed envelope in HER HANDS. In spite of what some might think, I had never opened it. I was only a MESSENGER. SHE IS THE BRIDE.

Exactly what this means has been a point of discussion among many for years. Am I looking at a METAPHOR developed from scripture. Some might say so. But before me was as REAL as THE KING OF GLORY. AS real as ABBA, THE ANCIENT OF DAYS who sits upon the THRONE OF HEAVEN. As REAL as THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT who both COMFORTS us and GOADS us as and when needed.

MY LORD'S BELOVED, BOUGHT WITH A PRICE, BONE OF HIS BONE, FLESH OF HIS FLESH, THE DAUGHTER OF ZION whose WOUNDS were poorly tended to....

Now that angers me....but I have done what I was sent to do, it seems...

And there it ends.

### Now this is where most people will give you their interpretation of what it all means. To word and format it all to be "acceptable" to those out there serving their 5-FOLD ministry. To spiritualize it all some how, some way...

BALONEY!

IF YOU ARE BORN AGAIN IN HIS SPIRIT... DEAD TO THE OLD SELF... LIVING IN THE FULLNESS OF ABBA'S GIFTS... in HIS ANOINTING and UNDER HIS AUTHORITY...

You can hear HIM yourself...and need no one's help to understand. ###

And that is as it should be

selah
Bob Neumann
Marion, NC