Journey - Series

The Journey                            - 6/2001 - Prophecy/Article

The Dream Of The Forest     - 6/2001 - Dream

A Dream(S)                              - 4/2001 - Dream

Impasse                                   - 9/2001 - Dream

 

 

The Journey

Bob Neumann, 6.26.2001

Dear Steve and the WPA, There are two things i had hoped to share with you and was not certain where to start. Sister Edith alluded to an event i shared with her and i guess i should deal with this first.

For a month and a half we were packing up our house where we had lived 17 years, remodeled once, rebuilt a year later. When getting bids from moving companies we were
given lists of what they could not carry and what they preferred not to carry. We seemed to
have a lot of both. So we planned to pack my wife's car and my SUV(Isuzu Rodeo) to the
hilt. So i put new shocks, and did a break job on the SUV. Changed hoses and but on new
front tires. I believed i was ready.

The SUV is 9 years old with 83000 miles. Never in that time had i loaded it even near to what the manual said it could carry.

If anyone out their drives a SUV or MINIVAN they know both are made to feel like a car in all the main areas. TURNING, ACCELERATING, BREAKING.

I can not tell you an exact weight i loaded on, but thanks to mrs olddog i had to add a lot
at the very last minute, so my well set plans were blown away.

In my teens i had learned to drive on farm tractors and medium sized trucks. So it had been a long time since experiencing the "fun" of driving something slow and heavy.

I thought i had checked everything and was ready. I had thought i had the trip well planned out.

We had agreed that i would lead and my wife would follow. Everything went well for all of two minutes. Just beyond our home was the entrance to the expressway and i had anticipated the evening rush hour to have cleared by the time we started.

Up to this point i am just telling a story....but when trouble begins, GOD is there..…

I was trying to accelerate through a left turn onto the onramp only to see barriers across the ramp, they had closed the ramp 2 hours before we set out. That did not bother me because as i turned my front end would not turn and my back end rolled and swerved...in bumper to bumper traffic. It is not funny how simple terror can make you pray clear and loud.

And ABBA spoke..."TAKE IT SLOW, EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY. JUST KEEP MOVING
AND TRUST ME."

I crawled through the next turn and it felt like i was on a boat in 10 foot seas. Thankfully the detour to the expressway was 4 miles and traffic crawled. In that twenty minutes i relearned how to drive a truck.....but the lesson was only beginning.

We eventually got on to I-95 and had lost the light, and ran into a light rain. Which made the curves challenging because my rear axle seemed to want to continue in one direction while the front was going in the other.

And ABBA began to explain...but not about driving.

"THIS JOURNEY TONIGHT IS TO TEACH YOU ABOUT "THE ANOINTING". MANY HAVE BEEN SPEAKING OF A NEW ANOINTING TO COME. IN REALITY THEIR IS ONLY ONE ANOINTING BECAUSE I NEVER CHANGE. REMEMBER THE CENTURION? EVEN HE RECOGNIZED MY SON WAS "UNDER AUTHORITY". MANY DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ANOINTING AND AUTHORITY."

"ANOINTING IS THE MARK THAT SETS MY SERVANTS ASIDE FROM THE SHEEP AND CHILDREN. IT IS THE CHEVRONS ON A SLEEVE, THE BARS ON THE SHOULDERS. I ANOINT UNTO DUTY AND RESPONSIBILITY. THE PROBLEM, SON, IS FOR MANY THE ANOINTING IS POWER. THEY ARE BEHIND A WHEEL AS YOU NOW ARE. BUT THEY HAVE NO CLEAR DESTINATION SO INSTEAD OF STEERING AND CONTROLLING THEY LET THE VEHICLE GO WHERE IT WANTS. SO NOW YOU
KNOW WHY SO MANY YOU HAVE SEEN HAVE PLOWED OFF THE ROAD OFTEN KILLING MANY IN THEIR PATH".

(i hope you understand i did not open my mouth at any time)

"WHEN YOU ARE "UNDER AUTHORITY" YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN AN ASSIGNMENT. THE ONLY THING OF IMPORTANCE IS GETTING TO YOUR DESTINATION WITH THE
CARGO YOU WERE GIVEN. MY TRUE SERVANT WEARS THE ANOINTING LIKE THIS TRUCK. IT EMPOWERS THEM TO GET TO MY DESTINATION. TO DO SO TIMELY AND SAFELY YOU HAVE TO KEEP BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL AND YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD. MANY TOOK MY ANOINTING CASUALLY AND HAVE CRASHED AND BURNED. OTHERS THOUGHT TO MAKE THEIR OWN PATHS AND GOT LOST. THEN THERE ARE THOSE WHO WERE AFRAID AND STOPPED, NEVER TO RESUME."

"THERE ARE APPROPRIATE TIMES ON YOUR ROAD SON TO STOP FOR REFUELING, EATING AND RESTING. I KNOW YOU WOULD PRESS ON TONIGHT, BUT THOSE WHO FOLLOW YOU CANNOT. MANY MUST FOLLOW YOU WHETHER THEY OR YOU KNOW IT. SO CUT THEM SOME SLACK. MY ANOINTING IS THE SAME, BUT THE AUTHORITY IS GIVEN TO A DEGREE OF ACCOUNTABILITY."

"ALL AUTHORITY I HAVE GIVEN MY SON, AND HE DELEGATES AS HE SEES FIT. HE HAS GIVEN ALL AUTHORITY UNTO THOSE HE CALLS FRIENDS. ALL ARE GIVEN
FROM IT WHAT THEY NEED TO SERVE."

With that the rain stopped and we pulled off a few hours north of Miami. The next morning with my tires cold i found the rear tires with about 15lbs and brought them both up to 35lbs. We then drove to Columbia SC and stopped for the night....we had 2 hours of light and i figured we could cover the last 160+ miles but had that feeling it was better to start in the
morning.

So as we rounded Columbia i saw a billboard for "THE KNIGHT'S INN" and got ready to pull off that exit. As we left I-26 i saw a sign for a hotel called "(THE)MASTER'S HOUSE"....and i had this sudden desire to stay there for the night (WOULDN'T YOU?). But when off the ramp THE KNIGHT'S INN was right there. I drove in circles for 15 minutes trying to find THE MASTER'S HOUSE...i saw the sign 2 more times but could not find it. By this time my wife was getting upset.....and i heard that "Still...Sweet VOICE say.… YOU CAN"T GET THERE FROM HERE." So we stayed at THE KNIGHT'S INN.

The next morning it took 3 hours to go 154 miles.… once in NC I-26 goes into a 6% grade that goes on and on.....i crawled up the mountains and blew my radiator and waterpump..… as we pulled into our apartment complex.

I'll tell you about Asheville later… in Columbia at the KNIGHT'S place of safety i had a
dilly of a dream....will share that next....

bob

 

 

 

The Dream Of The Forest

Bob Neumann, 6.27.2001

On June 15 we spent the night in a hotel in Columbia SC. I spent most of the night in
warfare because after 8 hours of driving my wife and son quickly fell asleep. It was the
first time and maybe the worst. It was just after 11pm when my wife started talking and shouting in her sleep. Shortly afterwards my son was doing the same. This has happened to my wife before.....but never to my son as far as i know. I awakened them both slowly while praying over them and they quickly calmed and returned to sleep. I stayed in a warfare prayer mode and as PEACE slowly fell over the room i began to ask from where was this attack coming. And, most important, why no attack against me personally. I got no answers.

At almost 3AM i felt that release that usually follows intercession. So i tried to sleep. I do not know how long i really slept but i had a dream that was both expansive and detailed.

 

THE DREAM OF THE FOREST

I found myself in a thick forest. I was wearing a faded uniform, maybe it was chamo, it was hard to tell. I had chamo paint on my face and hands, and a "boonie hat" on my head. I do not own this head gear.…

But i had a full military harness with complete kit. I had my shortsword on my right lower leg and my "tanto" on my left lower leg. On my web belt were full ammo poaches on front and back. There was the two canteens, one on each hip with a "bowie" knife with each. On my right side was an old fashioned tomahawk, something i have used frequently in THE SECOND HEAVEN.

I mention all this because i was doing an equipment check, making sure nothing was left behind.

I had slung on my shoulder my AK47, but secured to my ALICE pack was a Browning AUTOMATIC RIFLE, an entrenching tool, my "wakashira", a Japanese short sword twice the size of the tanto. All these weapons i have had in dreams and visions the last five years. The last weapon i saw was something completely new. It was a double-bit axe with a handle of about 30 inches. While all the other weapons are "old" and recognizable, this was not. It's handle was a composite material i have never seen before. The blades were black/blackened and the edges looked like stainless steel. The ALICE pack held a thin sleeping blanket, a small shelter half, and a water bag strapped to it's sides. Inside the pack were a bunch of MRI's, more ammo, and assorted packages, wires, cords, and things i have no idea what they are. As i secured the straps i heard a familiar voice
say… "IMPEDIMENTA". I thought, "it sure is", and then wondered why THE KING would speak in LATIN… HEBREW, yes....maybe even GREEK.…

Instead of asking i felt it more important to get mounted up and moving. Once i had the ALICE pack on i started the march through thick brush and a whole lot of trees. It was a steep uphill climb and seemed to last a long time. Eventually i came to the summit which was covered by trees. I think they were pine trees, and they were huge. My first guess almost a 100 feet tall. They were old trees.

As i made my way to the middle of these trees i noticed something odd. I saw a tree that grew on a slant. At least i thought it was a tree. Except i had never seen a tree with support struts. In a few minutes i found three more legs and the ladder to whatever was built here.

I started to climb the ladder and made it up fairly easily and came to a platform about 10feet by 10feet. There were no walls, just thin struts art each corner that held up a roof/canopee..… i could not tell. All i knew was that i was at treetop level and clear sight in all directions. I dropped my pack and sat on top of it. It was then i noticed there was a heavy pair of binoculars on the pack. I am sort of used to being surprised at carrying things i knew not what. I decided not to recheck the inside of the pack. As i sat opening the binocular case i took a look at this "watchtower". There was no twigs, leaves, needles anywhere on the platform. No sign of anyone ever being there. Yet like the trees all around it i felt it had been there a long time.

So after a few moments of thought i stood up and did a 360 with the binoculars. it seemed i could see a good distance, but all i saw was "green".....trees and mountains covered by trees. I must have made 3 or 4 360's and began to wonder what i was looking for. Then i heard HIS VOICE AGAIN, quoting an ancient text i must have studied 35 years ago.… "GALLUM EST DIVISA EN TRES PARTUM."

Now that caught me flat footed. What made this trip comparable to Caesar's commentary on conquering GAUL? "Gaul is divided in three parts"....that is where i learned the meaning of the latin term "impedimenta". It really means the legion's BAGGAGE TRAIN. Today we would call it the auxiliary units to a modern army and all the equipment it needs to wage war.

Today we call an "impediment" as something that ''blocks" our path...."impedes our progress". Rarely is it applied to the "stuff" we carry....but that is what it is.

Not knowing what else to do i made another 360, and it seemed i could see farther. I refocused and did another 360 and i now saw flatland to my right. Each time i refocused and did a 360 i saw farther and farther. When i reached my "limit"/"metron" i could see out to the Atlantic ocean to my right...many miles out. ahead of me i could see the eastern Great Lakes. To my left i saw the Mississippi and a little beyond. Behind me i saw northern Florida and Mobile bay.

All i saw was green and blue. Trees, grass, water.....nothing made by man...roads, cities, bridges etc..… It was pristine. It was also "eerie". But i still was not sure what i was looking for. After a couple more 360's i finally saw "movement" up and down the coast. The coastline was giving way as man built and expanded along the water. In bays and river mouths man's mark spread. To the east, west, north and south i watched "america" being born it seemed. It was then i heard again "GALLUM EST DIVISA EN TRES PARTEM". But i could not figure what THE KING meant. For some reason i was paying more attention to the "east coast", when i suddenly smelled smoke. It was not heavy, but it was noticeable. I immediately began a 360 slowly and in close.

In the area right behind my back i could see "points of light". Even the thought seemed humorous at the time. To my immediate west were bonfires with a couple new starting every few minutes. With the binoculars i could see "people" dancing around each one i focused on. My immediate thought was "covens". Eventually i saw all kinds of stuff. I saw "temples" being built. I even saw one to the old boy, MOLECH. After awhile i noticed "demons" all over the place interacting with the dancers. Copulating with some. It was very graphic and i do not think i should get too much into detail here.

After a time things changed. The air above this area of mountains and valleys filled with moving, swirling smoke. Somewhere along the line the smoke took form and i could see over the natural a superimposed structure in the spiritual. It was a city with walls and i felt i had been there before. When this realization occurred i heard "THREE PARTS, DOG." TO my right, the NORTH stood THE KING wearing a long hooded robe. What i always have called "TRAVELING GARB". I looked at HIM and HE pointed at the "city". Now i could see clearly the walls, no binoculars were necessary. Suddenly the city expanded and the outer wall was now behind me. A few moments later it expanded again and the outer wall now stood on the coast. It was then i saw the "THREE PARTS". As you moved from east to west the coast is a flatlands that moves in till it reaches a plateau area. Farther inland you hit the mountain range i was in. I realized the three parts were like three steps "going up".…

And i suddenly felt "sick" inside. In my spirit i heard the song from 3000 years, "I WAS GLAD WHEN THEY SAID UNTO ME, LET US GO UP.…"

When i turned around i could see the "veil" to the mockery around me. What was beyond this "veil" was the antithesis of THE HOLY OF HOLIES.

"THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR, DOG. IT TOO IS A CITY NOT BUILT BY HUMAN HANDS, SORT OF. IT IS A CITY OF UTTER DARKNESS THAT ENVELOPS YOUR LAND. I KNOW IT IS NOT WHAT YOU ARE YEARNING FOR, OLD FRIEND. THERE IS A PLACE FOR YOU IN ABBA'S HOUSE, BUT THERE IS WORK FOR YOU TO DO HERE."

if anyone who reads this has ever wondered if you can find a quick snappy reply here, i wished you were there and could have helped me. I had no idea what to say. The only "thought" i got was a line from an old Alice Cooper song...."welcome to my nightmare".…

I do not know whether it was the stupid look on my face, or the fact my deepest spiritual thought was from Alice Cooper but HE CHUCKLED and walked over to me. "DO YOU REMEMBER I HAVE TOLD YOU TO "PAINT YOUR FACE"?", HE ASKED. "I remember, LORD. But what do you want me to do?" "DO YOU REMEMBER THE UNOFFICIAL MOTTO OF THE 3RD SPECIAL FORCES?"

I laughed. So simple.

We both laughed. HE TOUCHED MY FACE AND TURNED TO THE WEST WALKING TO THE EDGE OF THE PLATFORM. HE OPENED HIS MOUTH AND THUNDERED...…

I bent down and picked up my pack as HE CAME TO ME...."THEY KNOW WE ARE HERE, DOG. THEY KNEW YOU WERE COMING LONG AGO. THEY READ ALL THE PROPHETIC SITES TOO. THEY JUST DID NOT KNOW THE DAY OR HOUR. I GAVE THEM A SHORT 'HELLO', FOR BOTH OF US."

"DO YOUR BEST DOG. REMEMBER I WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU".

With that i started down the ladder and the dream ended.

That morning we drove north through the southern gate. I "know" they were expecting me through the eastern gate. Tough on them.…

selah
bob

 

 

 

A Dream(S)

Bob Neumann, 4.19.2001

There are times when you wonder and pray about something "seen" in THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT. Sometimes there are clear answers, and sometimes just bigger and better questions. About two weeks ago while in North Carolina i had a dream. In the past i had similar dreams but it has been awhile since i had any dream or vision this intense. Because it had no real message to "exhort" or "comfort" the congregation it just sat "in my gut" and rumbled. Last night it repeated itself and then expanded way beyond anything i expected or could have anticipated.

The dream simply started with me standing in the dark. By the time i got my "bearings" i realized i was 'looking down' and something(s) were climbing toward me. As this "awareness" came to me, so did the clearness of vision because i could see clearly in the dark. What was coming toward "my position" was nothing close to human and i ''knew" i could not let it get past "my position".

In the past i have "defended" gates, walls, and even trenches. And i had been armed with assorted "weapons". So at this point there was "nothing new".....except a strong feeling of "desperation". "Desperation" is not a term i want to use, but it was the closest i can find right now. (If anyone wants to "rebuke" my lack of "faith" or whatever, feel free to do so. I've kicked myself on that account too many times already.)

What i saw was waves upon waves silently sneaking up "the hill" either through me or past me.....and whoever else was "defending the high ground". So in this "image" i was fighting against demonic warriors of various sizes and shapes. For some reason neither attacker nor defender was making any noise. Why exactly i have only a dim clue, even now. But it seemed for hour after hour i would come out of "the shadows" and dispatch an attacker and await the next. For some reason crawling or stepping over the carcasses of "dead demons" did not slow or warn them that there was an enemy close by. They just kept coming and coming and coming...…

I guess my desperation was in the fact that i was aware i could not stop all that were coming up. As i was dispatching one, it's fellows were getting by on either side. I knew that I was not alone, but that awareness kept coming up in my mind.

The dream ended with my awareness that "the dawn" was only minutes away. I woke up.

The reason i did not "write" this down even a week ago was because i did several things during this "battle" i had done before...in other times and places and simply did not include them in other narrations because it is not "seemly". I had never....ever.....heard anyone describe what i had done...still do… whether they be CHRISTIAN.… PENTECOSTAL .… CHARISMATIC....MESSIANIC....or even NEW AGE.… If said demon comes with heavy spear or pike he ends up impaled on said spear or pike....if there is enough of it left, that is.… when not then it is just the head..…

The reason i mention it now is because i have learned something the last week or so. Something i will live with because it is me. Something that came together last night as the above dream repeated itself, blow by blow, demon by demon. But it did not end.… As i watched the sun rise on the horizon i knew "we" had made it through the night. A year ago i had a "song" i sent out called SON RISE…

That "song" came back into my spirit as i saw THE LIGHT PIERCE the darkness and i found myself turning my back to the carnage and going up the remainder of the "hill" or should i say "mountain". At the center of the area on the top stood THE KING OF GLORY as from all around slowly walked "men" looking much as i felt.....tired, dirty, and just plain happy to be standing. How many....a hundred...maybe more....just too many for a casual count. There were many "familiar" faces. Faces i had seen before that may never have a name till we meet in HIS KINGDOM. And many 'new' faces. Except this time i had "feelings" that i knew them...met them...in the natural. I have mentioned this to "Harley" and "Trey".… the three or four others i will speak to when next we meet. What is ''funny" was i had the "feeling" Harley was there on the mountain the first time when the dream ended before climbing the "mountain".

For a few moments we all stood looking at THE KING dressed in ROYAL ARMOR standing QUIETLY. Suddenly He started walking quickly toward the circle of men and passed through about 5-6 "guys" over and i heard THAT VOICE CALL OUT "COME ON DOG!"....and i ran after HIM and HE was moving straight down the mountainside at a good clip. In a moment we passed all the corpses, including quite a few heads and torsos lifted up. I guessed HE felt the shudder in my spirit as i saw what i had done. But all i heard HIM SAY was "COME ON" as we made our way down slope.

When we hit the bottom we stopped and HE turned towards me. I realized HE WAS DRESSED in a olive green uniform with "knife-edge" creases. On HIS HEAD was an arab-like HEADCOVERING of the same OLIVE GREEN material with a circlet of material with heavy gold strands through it. HE PLACED a similar one on my head....no gold...and said "YOUR COVERING, IT'S GOING TO BE HOT"....and i remember my grandfathers telling me you never saluted an officer without your head covered. Why, i'm not sure because i have never been in the military.

At this point i realized i ''had changed'' since the mountaintop. Now my head barely reached HIS SHOULDER and i was wearing the same old uniform i had worn in previous dreams/visions. And i was wearing a full combat harness. All i remember is i noticed something sparkling on HIS SHOULDERS and i wondered how many "STARS" would THE KING OF KING wear.....don't ask me why such a question came to mind.… but it did.

Again we were moving, away from the MOUNTAIN crossing low rolling hills. THE KING began to run and i stayed right behind HIS LEFT SHOULDER. In the natural i could not run 2 minutes without passing out or whatever.....but we covered ground hard and fast. Eventually the hills ended and we entered "flatland" that was covered with sparse brown grass. The farther we ran the more desolate it looked. Suddenly HE STOPPED and we were at a place where the land dipped down and an area of sand and rock was before us. In this area were hundreds...maybe a few thousand people were waiting. Some were standing and milling around but most were sitting. The two things i noticed was that they were all wearing brand new shirts and trousers of the same material THE KING WORE....and each was "alone"....few were talking to others....all were just waiting and "killing time" till THE KING CAME.......…

These are my observations as i came to a stop....sucking wind. I also noticed that i was covered with dust and my mouth tasted like sand. It was then i also noticed i had two canteens one on each hip. I also noticed i had a "sidearm" on the right and a heavy "sheath" knife on the left. I thought that was funny because i had a "bowie" on the left "suspender" of the harness and "my" shortsword on my right lower leg. The hilt was sitting at mid thigh and i really wondered how HE HAD done that because the sheath was not what i have....it was "cool"....easy access with a "fast release" guard.....never saw anything like it.

In all this ''new revelation" of my wardrobe THE KING had spoken to the "crowd".....and i had not heard a WORD...nor did i hear anything as HE BEGAN TO CALL OFF NAMES...i simply watched as person by person they all came up and HE HANDED each a 'backpack/rucksack" to each. The first hundred or so seemed to get heavy packs. They got lighter as they went down the line. The reason i say this is that shortly after HE STARTED a young lady came to me and i was amazed i could hear her and she could hear me. I asked her what did she "need". She pointed to my harness and i realized i had a small "alice" pack ridding the rear of my webbelt.....and i also noticed the front of my harness had changed. The harnesses i own are made to hold ten round "stripperclips".....this held ten multiround magazines. I let it slide as i helped her get the pack on...and it was a good 20lbs. Her pack came with belly and chest belts so it could ride high and snug. She asked why mine hung low and her's sat high. It was a good question. I hadn't a clue.…

Please do not ask where HE GOT ALL THE PACKS!....minor detail.…

But what bothered me was that of this whole "crowd" maybe 30 asked me to help them.… and very few helped each other....that i noticed!!!!

I also noticed that as we got near the half way point these "people'' had no problem with their packs....they had definitely gotten lighter. It was when i first noticed this fact the "games" began.......…

Well over half had their "bags" when a "female" came forward. Instead of just taking her backpack and moving on like everyone else had she dropped to her knees and shouted "oh thank you MY JESUS" raised her hands into the air and slowly....solemnly lowered her forehead to the ground. As her forehead smacked the ground i watched THE KING turn HIS HEAD toward me and HE TILTED HIS HEAD and gave me a "stage eye roll" that shouted to me..."GIVE IT A BREAK"....i was about to bust out laughing when HE GAVE me THAT LOOK and SHOOK A QUICK "NO" at me....so i shut up.…

But out of every 20-30 after this "performance" someone had to one up the preceding "theatrics". It made me mad...that even now there were some who had to make a show when they had their 5 seconds....and stretched it into minutes.…

Enough about that for now…

But when the last had been given their "PACKS" HE motioned to me and i came up to HIS SIDE. HE SAID..."THIS IS MY PACK, CARRY IT FOR ME." ...and i looked over to see a huge black alicepack with frame. Very similar to what troops were carrying when they got off their planes in Saudi Arabia. As i went to grab a shoulder strap HE POINTED to a side sheath and i saw the butt end of a rifle. I immediately thought of my 30-30, but it was not....it was an AK-47. As i pulled it out of the sheath HE SIMPLY SAID "LOCK AND LOAD"....i smiled at the phrase and took a 30 round mag and set it and chambered a round and set the safety. I laid it on the ground and started to lift the pack. It was definitely a full kit.....and HE HELPED me set it on my alice pack and strap on. HE put the AK's sling around my neck and put a head strap across my forehead. Then HE SAID...."WATCH YOUR BALANCE, DOG....TAKE THE REAR".

With that HE JOGGED to the front and started a brisk pace. As the end of the column swung by i stepped in.

From this point on i did not see MY KING till we stopped at the foot of the mountain. And this is where this whole dream becomes PROPHETIC...if not worse.… You Decide.

We were keeping a good pace and covering ground well. But i immediately "discerned" something. This crowd was not marching...they were trying to "walk fast". Few had their "packs" on well...many were carrying them on one shoulder strap. Just after starting i could hear someone begin to sing..."i love you LORD, and i lift my voice..." many began to sing but after two or three choruses it died out...then a different voice began another song and it too died. After about 3 or 4 more attempts silence took over. The column figured out that this was not a Sunday stroll in the park.

I also noticed early on the pushing and jostling going on as the "faster" passed the "slower". By the time we got to the beginning of the foothills the "column" was spreading out and thinning out. And i was now with a group of over a 100 stragglers that were mumbling and "sucking wind". Up ahead i saw a commotion in the "main " body and i watched the column "part". By the time we got there was a large group just standing. On the ground was a young woman and i could hear her crying huge sobs. I looked at the "crowd" around and behind her. Many were falling to the ground in a mixture of pain and exhaustion. Ahead of me i saw the last of "the column" crest a hill....and were gone from site. I took a deep breath and pulled a canteen from it's cover and bent over. That was a mistake because the pack shifted and i had to do a squat to keep from falling. I must have made a 'sound' or two because the girl looked up and i saw it was the one who had first asked for help.

I poured a little water in my hand and wiped some of the dust off her face and put the canteen to her lips. After a swallow or two i took it away and recapped it. I struggled from the squat and came to a standing position. Few were still standing....i knew many had already given up.

It was then i got mad… and the feeling of "desperation" i had came back....real bad.

In all this time i had not opened my mouth....

"Okay everyone....get to your feet....you ain't through yet!''.....i shouted to be heard. I know everyone heard me because of the sobs and groans were all around me… and then i started.…

"SO THIS IS THE ARMY OF GOD! THE CHOSEN GENERATION! "

"ALL OF YOU GOT YOUR PRETTY NEW UNIFORMS AND CUTE LITTLE DITTY BAGS!"

''SO HERE WE ARE....ME AND YOU DOUBLE PORTIONED, SUPER ANOINTED, PRIESTS AND KINGS OF THE MOST HIGH GOD...…"

"I SAID GET TO YOUR FEET....SO GET UP NOW!''

At that many slowly got to their feet staring at the ground. As more stood the others joined them. My ''friend'', the little girl as i thought of her, was struggling to stand and no one was helping her. I reached out and pulled her up.

I glared at all near her..."YOU GUYS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE AN ARMY, A UNIT THAT WORKS TOGETHER....HELPS EACH OTHER BECAUSE EACH OF YOU IS IMPORTANT TO EACH OTHER.…"

As i looked at the so many blank faces around me and shook my head. I turned and walked about five paces away and with my back to the stragglers i lifted my hands to the heavens and "prayed"....shouting as loudly

"OH FATHER, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! WHEN YOU PUT ME WITH THE SHEEP THEY AT LEAST FOLLOWED THE MASTER. BUT HERE YOU GIVE ME A BUNCH OF THIRD DAY, SONS OF THUNDER, PROPHETS AND APOSTLES ALL HAPPY AS CAN BE WHEN THEY GOT THERE MANTLES, GIFTS, AND WHATEVER. NO ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS MARCHING OFF TO WAR, ABBA. THE KING IS MARCHING AND THEY ARE ALL THERE WATCHING ME COMPLAIN TO YOU. GIVE ME STRENGTH, LORD, AND GIVE IT TO ME FAST."

With that i turned around and few eyes stayed on me more than a few seconds. I knew i had to get them moving.

''OKAY PEOPLE. WE HAVE A LOT OF GROUND TO COVER AND WE HAD BETTER START NOW. FORM RANKS…"

Obviously some had watched some TV or Movies because some tried to look like they were trying…

"ARMIES MARCH FOR A REASON, PEOPLE, IT IS SIMPLY TO MOVE AS MANY PEOPLE FROM ONE PLACE TO ANOTHER. THE REASON IS BECAUSE THEY HAVE A PURPOSE. I FOLLOW MY KING BECAUSE HE SAID..."FOLLOW ME".

I AM A SOLDIER. MY ONLY REASON IS TO OBEY MY KING. I DON'T NEED ANY MORE THAN THAT. IF YOU WANT TO CATCH UP AND JOIN HIM FOLLOW ME AND I WILL GET YOU THERE. IF YOU ALREADY HAVE GIVEN UP, JUST GET OUT OF THE
WAY."

I started a simple cadence....LEFT...LEFT...LEFT...LEFT RIGHT LEFT.....it took a good 100 yards before most were in step. I silently prayed that i did not have to "hay foot/straw foot" because they did not know right from left....and ABBA had to have heard that one. So i picked up the cadence and they kept pace. When i started to sing about "Jody" we were making good progress and i yelled "LET'S PICK IT UP'' and started a slow jog. We kept it up for a couple of minutes and we came across a small group of stragglers. I immediately called off a slower cadence and the unit slowed and kept marching as i stopped and told the stragglers to form at the back. After a few minutes they got the cadence and the step and i jogged to the front. Again i picked up the pace and after a good half mile started into a jog. Once every now and then i took it to a solid double time for 2-3 minutes then slowed to a jog and then back to a fast march. I sang about the Girl who wore a yellow ribbon, and SHOO FLY....of Company C. Waltzing Matilda and Marching to Pretoria....and just about every boy scout song i could dredge up. March....jog...run.....until we ran into another group of stragglers. 10-20-30 at a time....each time i would fall back and get them in formation and as soon as they "got it" we would go to jog and then run till the next group.

At one point we came to the top of a hill and we saw the "column" and the mountain.

I could hear the "buzz" in the ranks as they saw HIS MOUNTAIN. A few started to break ranks to catch up. I immediately shouted.…

"I THOUGHT THIS WAS AN ARMY....PEOPLE!!!''

Those that broke ranks stopped and ''fell'' back into their lines.…

''AN ARMY IS A UNIT, NOT A BUNCH OF PEOPLE GOING IN THE SAME DIRECTION. ANYONE WANT RUN TO CATCH UP, GO AHEAD. WE ARE A GOOD 2 MILES BEHIND. IF WE KEEP DISCIPLINE WE WILL CATCH UP, AND WE WILL DO IT AS A UNIT. NO ONE WILL BE LEFT BEHIND UNLESS THEY WANT TO QUIT NOW.''

I purposefully kept a fast march pace for a good five minutes and it was obvious we were catching up. Again we went to a jog and then to double time for no more than 2 minutes. We went to a slow jog and after five minutes went back to a march. I was sucking wind and so was everyone else, but we were only a mile away. After 2 more short double times we closed the gap to a couple hundred yards. I took them to a fast march till our front rank came to their rear rank. I do not know why but i swung around the left flank and began to jog. In a minute or two i could see the front and MY KING. And i again called cadence..… left...left...left, right, left… until i came even to MY KING. And slowed to HIS PACE.

A few minutes later we came to the "foot of the MOUNTAIN'' and THE KING STOPPED.

I was wheezing and cramping when HE came to an outcropping of rock that looked familiar. I think we have sat there before.

I looked back and there were now two separate groups standing...gasping… HE REACHED OVER and UNBUCKLED the pack and set it on the ground.

I slung the AK over my shoulder as i watched HIM open the pack. Out of it HE TOOK a sandwich....like a subway footling and a bottle of water and handed them to on in the first unit. HE TURNED TO ME AND SAID "COME ON, DOG" and i started to do the same. It took a little time but we eventually had everyone sitting and eating and drinking. I took my canteen and passed it to HIM....not sure why...we just pulled a few tons of food and water out of that alice pack and at the time i didn't bat an eye about it. Again i heard HIM SAY "COME ON DOG" and i followed HIM to the rock where HE SAT down. HE DRANK from the canteen and passed it back to me. I drained it in three swallows.

I had emptied the other with stragglers that got added to my "rear". "Sorry, LORD.", i began. AND HE SMILED.… "they're good kids'', i began as i realized that they all were in their "late teens" or "early twenties".....i realized i had missed something and i looked at HIM looking at me.

"WELL, DOG, I THINK WE CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT CANTEEN''.

I watched as HE REACHED into what had been an empty alicepack and pulled out a "hoagie" a good three foot long and handed it to me and pulled out one for HIMSELF. Next came a huge mug and a twin for HIMSELF. We touched mugs and i heard that WONDERFUL VOICE SAY "IF I REMEMBER RIGHT, YOU ENJOYED THAT THE LAST TIME WE SAT DOWN TOGETHER AND RELAXED". With that i turned around to look what was behind me to see THE MOUNTAIN.… and i remembered the night before.

"EASY DOG," HE LAUGHED. "YOUR FUN BEGINS ONCE YOU GET TO GOSHEN.''

As HE CHEWED on HIS hoagie i remembered a time with BLACK ARMOR and ANGELS in great numbers. And i looked out at the "troops" before us. And i remembered ..…

"CHILDREN GROW UP DOG, BUT PUTTING ON A UNIFORM AND CARRYING A PACK DOES NOT MAKE A SOLDIER."

It was a weird feeling sitting and chewing with that sense of "desperation" still down their rumbling. I looked at MY KING and waited.

"IT IS WRITTEN THAT THERE IS A TIME AND A SEASON AND A PURPOSE TO ALL THINGS UNDER HEAVEN, CALEB. IT IS ALSO WRITTEN OF A TIME WHERE KINGS MAKE WAR. THAT TIME IS NOW.''

"YOU ALMOST LOST IT BACK THERE DOG.''

"i did loose it, LORD", i replied.

"NOT HARDLY YOU OLD DOG, YOU DID EVERYTHING YOU COULD TO BRING THEM HERE. YOU GOT MAD. MAD AT EVERYTHING THAT YOU SAW WRONG. AND DID IT QUITE WELL IN FACT. YOU KEPT IT CLEAN FOR ONCE.''

I stopped and tried to remember exactly all that i had said. What i remember is written above. But it is not all....nor can i convey my tone or inflection which was not kindly.

While i sat looking at HIS CALMNESS i remembered once being called "vulgar" by a person. As in ''dirty'' mouthed....or in that case what i wrote. Terms like "vulgar", "vulgarity", are of extremely negative connotation today.

"YOU ARE INDEED A VULGAR MAN, OLD DOG. WHAT KIND OF CHRISTIAN WOULD SIGN ''OLD DOG'' TO HIS LETTERS?''

HE HAD my attention. I had studied Latin, i knew the origins of the term "vulgar" but was not sure where HE WAS GOING.

"I TOLD YOU TO BURN THE BONES OF THE ELITISTS AND THE VERY ELECT. THE HYPOCRITES AND THE THIEVES WHO ARE ENTRENCHED IN THEIR WHITEWASHED SEPULCHERS THAT CLAIM TO BE MY FATHER'S HOUSES.''

''MY FATHER'S HOUSE HAS MANY ROOMS, DOG. HE HAS BUT ONE HOUSE AND I AM BOTH THE FOUNDATION AND THE CORNERSTONES. THE TRUTH IS IN THE WALLS OF HIS HOUSE WHICH I HAVE BUILT. THE TRUTH IS THE FIRE THAT WILL BURN THEIR BONES. I GAVE YOU THE FIRE AND IT WILL NO LONGER STAY HIDDEN. SO I CHOSE TO USE YOU CALEB BECAUSE YOU ARE A VULGAR MAN. A MAN COMMON AND UNLIKE THE NIKOLAOTINS THAT POLLUTE MY CHURCH AND MY PEOPLE.

"YOU DID EVERYTHING FOR ONE PURPOSE, AND THAT WAS TO BRING UP THE REAR. IF YOU WERE NOT THERE HALF MY ARMY WOULD BE SCATTERED ACROSS THE LAND. YOU GOT IT DONE."

The dream ended with me chewing the sandwich and pondering all that took place.

I'm still "chewing"
olddog

 

 

 

Impasse

Bob Neumann, 9.6.2001

Present Reality

It was 5:25 when i awoke and realized i needed to document the "night vision" i had just had. But i also had the desire to explain what i am doing, because this one, like most "dreams/visions" of late was unique and unlike others i have had.

In Job 33 we are told that GOD speaks "not once" but twice in dreams/visions. To keep "us" from destruction. This one falls into that category to most degrees. Habakkuk 2 speaks of writing down the vision so it can be sent out to await it's proper time. I am not sure if this actually applies....at this point.

Let me try to explain. There are times where i am walking and talking with GOD and the whole purpose is for me to write down what occurs. Then there are times i have gone through an elaborate set of images at the end of which i am given a very direct WORD. And then there are those times like right now where i just "survived" something and as i attempt to narrate it that is where and when THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT throws me "songs", "scriptures", "questions"....and revelation comes. Tonight there are some intense images and a hard path to get there. So let me begin....

THE ANCIENT PATH
I had gone to bed and was sleeping as best as i can put it when i "found" myself walking up a pathway. In itself it was not a new theme. I had walked paths before. This time i was very much in my natural body and carrying a backpack. Clothing and shoes were unremarkable and were quickly ignored. The pack, as typical of late was "well filled"....no idea with what, but again that is not a new thing.

The path was a narrow one that winded a little from side to side. I moved at a simple pace "up" the path/trail. In my mind different scripture came floating by....Jeremiah's ANCIENT PATHS....THE MASTER'S own warning about the STRAIGHT IS THE GATE AND NARROW THE PATH....and as i walked i repeated these scriptures. Throw in Psalm 27 which i keep going back and forth to and you have an idea of where i was "in the spirit"....if that is important to you.

STEPS
After a short ways the pathway became stone steps cut into the mountainside. I say mountainside because that is what i "KNOW" i was climbing. In Psalms it says...I was glad when they said unto me...let us go up TO THE HOUSE OF THE LORD. So i felt "good"....always do....when it appears i am "going up". All the time i was carrying on a "one sided conversation"....part scripture/part prayer as i was making "ALEYA"....going up. I remember singing Marty GOETZ'S song based on Psalm 27 and another the name and author eludes me. The only thing that i wanted to do was to get to the top and to see again my ABBA.

As the steps got narrower and steeper i found some other scriptures and was merrily on my way.

THE CLIMB
I do not know how long i had been climbing, which proves how little i was paying attention to the totality of what was occurring. But somewhere along the line i realized i was climbing on four wheel drive. The steps were so steep i was balancing myself with my hands and pushing upward by my feet. I guess it was also at this time that the spread or distance between the steps had increased to the point i was having to use my knees to mount each step and that was where the "burn" hit me.

I was exhausted and my knees and left hip were killing me. I sat down on the step and tried to look outward, to see nothing. I was able to take off the backpack and i realized two things. I had no canteens....and no weapons. And i immediately thought of Isaiah and THE HIGHWAY OF HOLINESS. To prepare a path for the KING....to build up a highway in the desert. What was funny was the feeling that this was not quite what old Isaiah was talking about.

After a short rest i "felt" like i had to keep moving. The sense of not having a lot of time was there. I can not explain it but i knew i had to finish this "journey". I also realized i needed to put on the backpack. I was not to leave it behind. So i again mounted up and started to climb. I did not get very far before i realized i was hurting real bad. My left leg was on fire and i was drenched in sweat. I also realized the Steps were almost like rungs. I could stop, but i could not turn and sit like i had before. I kept pushing upward and suddenly my leg buckled under me and i collapsed on the rung i was trying to climb.

It was at this point i realized i was in trouble. Under my "bottom" i could "feel" about 2-3 inches of stone holding me up as my legs dangled in "space". I was hugging the next rung with my cheek and elbows. I tried briefly to look back and down when i felt a sudden wave of VERTIGO and realize for the first time i could fall off. So i hugged the stone step and prayed real hard. I do not know what i was praying but it was serious.

"Can't stay here".…

I do not know how long i stayed cringing and clutching to the steps i was on. But for the first time in this whole "vision" i heard THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT say "YOU CAN'T STAY HERE." I listened and knew i had to get to my "feet" again. But found it near impossible to shift my weight and stay on the ladder. For some reason i remembered JACOB'S LADDER and said something like "Gee, LORD, i could use an angel right now." I was not trying to be flippant. I was scared. SERIOUSLY SCARED. I thought about dropping the backpack. only to realize i had not carried "my own" backpack in a long time. It was there where i realized the line about "MY BURDEN" is light did not appear to cover my journeys in THE SECOND HEAVEN. Which is when i got one foot on the rung and was able to push up.

I do not know how many more "rungs" i climbed. But somewhere along the line an old song came to mind where the line went about "climbing a stairway to heaven''. And i laughed. Led Zeppelin never had what i was doing in mind. And as i pushed up another rung i realized Billy Graham and the Southern Baptists never told about this one either. At that point i stopped and asked why i was thinking about LED ZEPPELIN, BILLY AND THE BAPTISTS.… But there was no answer....so i kept going....

AT THE TOP
I can not tell you when i made it to the TOP....but i did. It was anticlimactic. I simply ran out of rungs. And i found myself crawling out on a "ledge/platform" more than large enough to hold all of me stretched out. I was exhausted and i was hurting. I had no desire to look "down". But looking forward and to the side i was in "white out". I could distinguish nothing from nothing. I had no idea whether to go left or right or forward. As hard as the climb had been i had a direction and a purpose. So i sat down and took off the pack, leaning on it.

It was at this point i realized the only "WORD" i had gotten was on the "ladder"... in mid climb. Now i was in both "blindness" and "silence". For some reason i realized i was not "LEGALLY" blind or deaf. And i immediately thought "Now what does that mean, LORD?" But i got no answer. Instead i woke up. Gasping for breath, exhausted, and intense pain in my fingers, knees and left hip.

IT IS NOW 6:56.....
And as i type this i am reliving the whole thing. Few new scriptures come to mind and i wonder what this was all for. i know i am in a place and time i go nowhere, do nothing unless THE MASTER says to. Scripture says we are to walk as HE DIRECTS. That there are covenant promises on doing so. I keep thinking of Deuteronomy and the blessings and cursings. If we obey.…

And right now i am remembering the Scripture where ADONAI tells ABRAHAM for the last time about the covenant. And the add on about THE GATES OF YOUR ENEMIES.…

I sit here awaiting RHEMA...or something. Instead there are images… all scriptural, but just images. So anyone can interpret them however they might want.

And the only thing i "hear" is a term...."IMPASSE"..…

Spiritually there is a place where we have to come to a stop. And just hunker down. NOWHERE TO GO and NOTHING TO SAY.

And suddenly i "see" a bunch of children at play...playing "RED LIGHT/ GREEN LIGHT". and i hear the old BYRDS song TURN, TURN, TURN....there is a time to stop....and a time to go.

That's the answer.
selah
bob