The Cities And The Byways - series

The Cities And The Byways   - 7/1999 - Vision

In The Night                             - 7/1999 - Vision

Ruffles and Flourishes           - 9/1999 - Vision

To Offend Many                      - 5/2000 - Vision

A Story Of Three Cities          - 11/2004 - Vision

On The High Ground              - 4/2006 - Vision

 

 

The Cities And The Byways

Bob Neumann, 7/1999

This is a composite retelling of numerous short visions within the theme and focusing on those within the aspect of THE WALKING DEAD. They have occurred since July 1st which was Tammuz 17. Or the beginning of the “fast of Tammuz”. Read Jeremiah 6-7-8 to understand what it means and remember that on that day the Walls of Jerusalem were breached by the Babylonians and later by the Romans. While these visions are complete in themselves, the fact that they are the opposite side of the image of THE BRIDE I cannot attempt to make any clearer. But I will try.

For days I have had short episodes within the Valley of Vision. Each time I am with a group of 10 “soldiers” walking along dusty gravel and tarmac roads similar to the rural roads of much of the united states. We sure were not walking along the Pennsylvania turnpike or route 66. Unlike the trench where we were freezing, hungry, tired and thirsty.....it was hot, dry, dusty.....and tired and hungry and thirsty....

Sort of more like NAM than Korea.....but no jungles or rice paddies.

I have to mention these things for my own frame of reference and understanding. Too much of these visions are images and pattern I am adjusting to without a personal frame of reference. I have never done in the physical realm what I am seeing and participating in within the VALLEY of VISION. So my affinity is loose to begin with. So if any of the images suddenly take shape to you from the realm of your personal experience, remember I warned you........

 

THE CITIES

Like I said above we were walking along this dusty road. There were 10 of us walking in staggered file looking to either side. with us and dressed in olive drab was THE KING HIMSELF. Quiet and assured HE walked up and down our line of march affirming HIS PRESENCE. It was twilight, sunset was minutes away when we followed a curve and came to a clearing. Here there were rows of streets with cookie-cutter houses in nice neat rows. Occasional children were out in the yards and streets. As they saw us they followed us to the center of the little town/city where a fine brick church stood with steeple rising above the houses.

As we came to the church steps a round, short man in a cheap, wrinkled suit ran up and stood on the steps barring our passage into the church. All my impressions of this person were fast, strong, and negative. So when he opened his mouth I wasn’t overly surprised at what he said. Or his accusations.

“Where do you think you are going?”, shouted Mr. cheap suit.

The man at the front of our line looked up at our challenger and simply stated, “We are Soldier’s of THE KING and we are here on THE KING’S BUSINESS.”

“You’re the KING’S Soldiers!”, mocked Mr. cheap suit. “All I see is a gang of filthy ruffians here on pretenses. We know your kind and the things you do. If you are who you say you are where are your horses and banners! All we see is a bunch of riffraff who can be up to no good!”

By this time we were surrounded by people and our accuser was obviously playing to his crowd. In response our point man had turned aside and looked back to the KING who was now surrounded by a group of children and dogs who were clamoring for attention. As HE KNELT DOWN ON ONE KNEE TO MINISTER TO THE CHILDREN. I could hear the deep slow rumble of laughter from the point man as he ignored the man in the cheap suit. Which made him furious and his face showed his anger as it reddened. With a shaky hand and quivering voice he shouted at THE KING: “Don’t you dare touch those children!”

As he bellowed his command he ran down the steps toward where THE KING OF KINGS was touching and blessing the “littlest ones”. His only problem was he had to get by me. All I did was do I slight pivot and swing my rifle from port arms to face off my hip. This simple move brought our suddenly silent and quickly growing pale friend in the cheap suit to a screeching halt. I do not know what changed his demeanor. His finding himself at eye level with a very large rifle muzzle....or the fact that to have his nose at mid level to my chest would place me well over 7 foot tall. Of course that couldn’t be until I looked at all the troopers in formation. We all were a foot or two taller than the people of this ‘city’.

When THE KING finished with the children HE simply stood and walked over to our very angry and frightened antagonist. I watched the little man puff himself up and prepare to speak. On the other hand MY KING was very relaxed and allowed the accuser the first word. At the time I thought it ludicrous that HE would allow him to speak at all.

“How dare you come here and disrupt our community!”, he seethed. “By what right do you have to come and threaten us! When the King hears of this..........” and he got cut off in mid threat....

Reverend ******”, began THE KING quietly began. I could see the use of Mr. cheap suit’s name and title began the deflation of our “religious man of title”.

“I CAME HERE TO TAKE YOU PEOPLE TO A PLACE OF SAFETY”, explained the KING. “YOUR LAND IS IN DANGER AND YOUR PEOPLE ARE AT RISK. I HAVE PREPARED A PLACE FOR ALL OF YOU AND HAVE COME TO TAKE YOU WITH ME”.

I watched the “rev” eyeball THE KING with a less than reverend-like glare in his eyes. With a slow and measured cadence to his voice he began his reply in a whisper. “You came to take us to safety? We are the children of the King! What right do you have to do anything to us?”

“IT IS FOR YOUR SAFETY.”, replied THE KING quietly repeating HIMSELF.

“NO!”, shouted the man, “We are safe here. Nothing can happen to us because we are the church. We were promised nothing bad can happen to us. We will not listen to your lies. You came to bring us to harm. Our King will not allow any of us to be harmed.” With that he crossed his arms across his chest and glared defiantly at all who stood with THE KING.

(Looking back at this I feel a mixture of sadness and anger. Yet at the time it seemed so ridiculous. This highly enraged “clergyman” verbally assaulting THE LORD OF HOSTS. What puzzled me the most is HIS RESPONSE)

And KING JESUS replied, “AS YOU SO WILL”, as HE TURNED AND WALKED AWAY. We all followed, and I was stunned. It didn’t make sense. As we reached the opposite side of the clearing where we entered I caught up with HIM and kept pace as we quick marched along the road. Every few steps I would look at HIM and wondered what was going on. Each time I wanted to ask HIM I decided to wait. I hope I was practicing discretion. After a while HE slowed the pace and I think all in the squad took a sigh of relief.

Without any warning HE looked at me and asked, “ANYTHING BOTHERING YOU?” I do not like loaded questions. So I asked a question back, “am I in trouble?”.

“CAN YOU DEFEND YOUR INTERPOSING YOURSELF BETWEEN MYSELF AND REVEREND *********?”.

It seemed a straight forward issue. So I mentioned about preventing the children from coming to HIM. With that HE SMILED. “THEN I’LL TELL YOU JUST WHAT HAPPENED BACK THERE. I KNOW MINE......AND MINE KNOW ME.”

“So the guy in the cheap suit isn’t one of your’s?” I asked, and nodding my head began to ponder about it all. “What about the children?”, I asked. With that HE STOPPED and TURNED TO ME AND ASKED; “DO YOU TRUST ME, DOG?”

I replied, “YES, LORD!” and HE SMILED AND SAID..... “SO DO THEY.”

It wasn’t much longer that the road came to a four way stop sign. There we stopped and HE separated us into two groups. The first led by the point man took the left turn. I and four of the squad took the right turn. THE KING WENT ALONE....STRAIGHT AHEAD. We were told to continue and to get the cities and towns to move their people out of the approaching danger and to safety immediately. Shortly we came to another clearing and started to pass block after block of upscale homes. All were very affluent to say the least. As before in the center of town we came to a church. Let me rephrase that....a big church.... and had a welcoming committee waiting at the steps.

As briefed I approached and a woman came forward. Call her a mature lady, well turned out. Nothing overstated, but not a hair out of place. She had a smile that reminded me of a lawyer turning politician. Obviously she had authority here, so I stated my orders.

Her response was so well done I wondered if it was scripted....

“We are honored that THE KING was concerned for our well being. While we are aware of some probable difficulties in the near future, we do not share HIS opinion. WE HAVE DECIDED (her inflection change requires capitalization) that we will stay for now. If there is any deterioration in the present status we will inform you when you may return. You may leave now”.

So we did, as soon as we cleared the “church area” we began to double time it out of the city. Seemed like we all wanted to distance ourselves from it. As we came to our usual pace outside of the city one of the four stated... “now we know the answer to the question of where is “MYSTERY BABYLON?”. Suddenly it struck me that I had been taking these visions for granted. I asked “are any of you guys having a vision right now?”. All four looked at me and laughed. The one now walking point turned around and said. “If this where my vision and you were in it we’d be on horseback.” With that he turned around and we were silent again.

It took awhile but we came to a real rural looking area where the houses were old and drab. It was a small town and old. When we came to the center of town the ‘church’ had been abandoned. The windows were broken and we could see the roof had caved in. We looked around and wondered where everyone was. Eventually some people slowly wandered over and when I explained we were there to help them to leave. They laughed and wandered back to where they came from. Again we double timed out of there.

The next city was straight out of a fifties TV program. We came to a “white clapboard “church” in the wildwood”. As we came to the front door a couple came forward to greet us. We had a large crowd around us when I explained their need to leave immediately. As soon as I finished the man raised his hands into the air and shouted “HALLELUJAH”. And all the crowd repeated the Hallelujah and began to clap their hands from the gray haired grannies to the assorted toddlers. With that thunderous response the man motioned the crowd to silence and began: “We are thankful that you trusted servants have come quickly to our aid. We know that we have a long journey ahead of us and we must quickly pack.” Then the woman spoke: “It will take some time for us to be ready, so lets start now.”

With that we moved away from the church and the man again spoke.... “it is already quite late and night will soon fall, so we will wait till morning.”

Then the woman joined in with: “and you sweet boys are probably tired and hungry, why don’t you stay a few days to rest and we’ll be all ready to leave”.

Again the man spoke: “we’ve got families that have rooms for each of you for the night and it is so late....”

“And you’ve walked so far”, cooed the woman now pulling at my arm to the many amen’s now surrounding us. And suddenly a cold chill ran up my spine as I recalled hearing those same words once before. As I stopped and looked back each of my men were surrounded and being separated from the others. So with as loud a voice as possible I replied... “I’M SORRY MA’AM, but I must obey MY KING!”

The sudden outburst surprised her as she let go my arm and I chambered a round in the Browning. And the first thing I noticed was the quiet. All five of us now stood back to back in a circle each facing outward. Now I noticed everyone in front of me was staring at me and I could feel their eyes. No more amen’s here. Only a strange hissing sound from everywhere and no where. And as one all five of us opened fire in full automatic. And we were almost too late.

Big and small they kept coming until they were all destroyed. None attempted to flee. The fight ended. I had a short sword in hand (long story from previous visions) and was bleeding from places too many to count. Two of ours were down and I was not so sure about the other three, especially myself. I retrieved the Browning as the least injured picked up the most in a fireman’s carry and we slowly walked away. Maybe dragged ourselves would be better or more honest.

 

THE BYWAYS

The farther we got away from there the stronger we all seemed to get. In a while our brother demanded to walk on his own. So all five of us were again on our feet. In no time we came to a city of shabby high rises. People came out of everywhere and anywhere and began following us. I was at the point of panic and preparing to fire on the crowd when a Peace fell on me and I stopped where we were. There was no “church” to be seen....just people. Suddenly an older man dressed in worn work clothes came up to me and asked “Sir, have you come with a WORD for us?”.

“Yes, sir”, I replied, “THE KING has sent us to tell you that there is danger and we were sent to take you to safety.” The older gentleman nodded his head slowly and said simply...” GOD is GOOD”. And I replied “all the time”.....and I saw that wise face smile. “AMEN, Son,” he answered, “we have to leave people. Grab the children and keep together.” And we left.

As we walked we kept a slow steady pace. I walked in the middle with the man I just called “ELDER”....because he was in the fullest meaning of the word. He kept calling me sir, and I gave up trying to get him to stop. But five was the right number....one at point, one on rear guard and each flank covered. We had gone for awhile when we came to a couple of houses clumped together. An older woman who saw us first was ringing an old fashioned dinner bell and shouting “they’re here”.

When we came to her porch our “flock” just sat down on the side of the road. The five of us stood just in front of the porch as she stopped ringing the bell. Before I could say anything the lady shushed me and said “we knew you were coming and have been praying for you. We are ready to leave once you eat and rested a little.”

With that she brought out a tray with huge glasses filled with ice and lemonade. Then followed a tray of sandwiches we tore into. I watched as families, and individuals came from all directions. Some were pulling and pushing carts. I noticed baskets and buckets being passed around the “flock” as the two groups mingled and became one. All ate and drank and thanked ABBA for HIS GOODNESS. Then we set off again and the flock began to sing “NOW THANK WE ALL OUR GOD”....I had not heard it sung in a long time. Sure sounded good.

Now we were picking up small groups and individuals at every turn and finally came to what looked a lot like GOSHEN. Here we joined up with our other five who looked worse than we did. Then came in another five, then another and another. We were counting heads and sizing each other up. All I knew was these were in the trench with me and I wondered how many were having visions.

As night finally fell THE KING joined us and said HE had some work to be done. I was the first one drafted....but that is another issue.....

Old Dog

 

 

 

In The Night

Bob Neumann, 7/1999

To whomever may read this and those that went before and to the two or three yet to follow. Visions and dreams have been the means by which the GOD of ABRAHAM, ISAAC, and JACOB has spoken to mankind. In them HE uses images and speaks through them in specific patterns. Parables gave us specific metaphors and similes by which we could find comprehension and understanding of what has been revealed.

Many so called Christians would easily dismiss a good 50% of what fits as prophetic because it does not “uplift them”. The GOD of the Bible was never focused on slick and cute. The fluff and stuff that tickled ears. But the American Church is. It wants to be entertained and is looking for an “experience”. What I am about to “share” is of “experiences” none would wish to encounter. SELAH.

 

THE WALK IN THE NIGHT

This begins exactly where highways and byways ended. All I can say is I was one of three picked out of a group of 25. As ordered we shucked off our back packs and left our weapons behind. And began to follow THE KING out of “Goshen”. Only this time we were not on a road but moving cross-country. It took a few minutes to realize we were like Dorothy and TOTO....no longer in Kansas.

It was like in one of the thunders we jumped from place to place, from time to time. I lost count how often we stopped to “witness” what was to take place. THE KING has a reason for all this. Few will accept it and that concerns me. But I’ll get over it. What I am afraid I will not get over is what I saw........

As I try to put this out I do not know how graphic I can get. Many of my brothers and sisters offend easily and while that is not my intent, it often is the outcome. So I will try not to add my emotional spin to what was seen. I can not give them in the exact order and describe each and every event. I wished I did not have to do any of this.

The first scene was like walking into a sauna. The air was thick and stank. It was incredibly hot. Slowly we made our way to a small clearing. There was a large “hut” with a corrugated roof and wood sides. In it were a group of people in obvious “worship”. I watched as from out of the jungle men came out and surrounded the building. Maybe a hundred or more. They raised a shout and I heard the words “Allah Akbar” and forced the doors to this small church closed and wedged them shut. From every side torches were lit and curses were thrown. Then on all sides men came with buckets and flung them against the building. This happened over and over. Each time screams of terror of women and children were heard. After awhile the torches were thrown. And the screams came and died away all too slowly.

(It’s taking to long to type this so I’ll cut out as much as I can, we just don’t have the time so forgive misspellings and typos)

Next we were in a colder bleaker place. It was a street with what looked like adobe huts. A young man came out of one hut and stood at it’s door. He began shouting and quickly drew a crowd. In a few minutes he went into the hut and pulled out a young woman dressed in a dress that went down to her feet. He threw her into the street and resumed shouting. After awhile others in the crowd began shouting and throwing things at the girl. Finally the young man pulled a curved knife and brandished it before the crowd as it cheered. After several more shouts he stopped and I watched the girl(?) struggle and scream. Then he began to slash at her face and arms. After awhile it all ended and the crowd walked away.

Next we were in a small room where a couple were sleeping. Suddenly the door burst open and men in some kind of uniform broke in and subdued the couple. Through the door walked a man of senior rank with what looked like a newspaper in his hand. He shouted at the man and flung the newspaper in his face. By this time the intruders had gathered the children into the room. The senior officer pulled an automatic pistol and waved it in front of the man being held down. At this point the oldest child, a boy maybe 7 or 8 made a run at the officer and was shot at. Point blank...the mother broke loose from her restrainer and got pistol whipped across the face. The officer turned back to the boy and fired 4-5 more times into the body. At this point they dragged the man away leaving the women weeping on the floor with her three smaller children and her eldest son. I could hear her shout in Spanish JESUS....MOTHER OF GOD.....and just plain GOD over and over.

Next we were in a clear green area....behind us was a rice paddy. Several trucks without lights stormed into the common area and troops spilled out and ran to the “houses”. Again there was an officer in charge and he waited quietly as the people of the village were gathered. Finally the officer began to speak and it seemed as if he was looking for someone/something. But was getting no where. He stopped and turned to the troops that now pointed their weapons at the crowd.

Again the officer spoke, and again no response. Finally he signaled and three soldiers entered the crowd and pulled out three girls/young women. We watched as the officer paced back and forth gesturing at the girls.

When nothing happened in the crowd he reached out to the smallest girl of the three and tore the front of her shirt off. Now the girls were weeping and so were the villagers. Finally one small man stepped forward. A few words were passed and then the man went quiet. They tied him in a kneeling position facing the girls and the villagers. Here the officer again spoke to the villagers and several people separated from the crowd. Then they began to torture the man but he kept silent. Next they began to torture and rape the three girls and the females of this man’s family. The children they hacked to death with machetes. As the villagers watched and wept the man stayed silent. At the end the officer signaled to his solders who shot the raped women and girls then the man.

Once we came to another village in some other land with hills all around. Again soldiers came in trucks and questions were asked and again no answer came. It did not seem anyone specific was being looked for. Several young women were pulled from the crowd and thrown into a truck. And without warning the whole village was machine gunned and they riddled the bodies till their ammo ran out. As the trucks pulled out I heard the laughter of the soldiers and the screams from the girls.

In one place it looked like a major city. Again uniformed men had a prisoner tied and beaten. People lined the street as they beat and mocked the man. I watched as they put a car tire over his head, dowsed it with gasoline and set it afire. It was a slow way to die.....................

There were many more.......too many...........and through it we were silent. I was sick in body, and in spirit.

Eventually all four of us stood in that place beyond time called the second heaven. Here THE KING stood in that brown traveling robe and addressed us.

“WHAT YOU HAVE SEEN HAS ALREADY BEEN, WHAT YOU WILL NOW SEE WILL SHORTLY BEGIN TO TAKE PLACE. YOUR PEOPLE ARE REPRESENTED BY THESE THREE....” With that three figures stood before us....Mr. cheap suit, the lady from the committee, and an old ‘codger’ that was from the “church” that had been in ruin.

“BECAUSE OF THESE, MANY ARE DECEIVED OF WHAT CAN AND SHALL HAPPEN. IN SPITE OF MANY WARNINGS FEW STUDY TO UNDERSTAND. THEY LEAN ON MAN AND DO NOT STAND ON MY WORD. DID I NOT SAY, PRECIOUS IN MY SIGHT IS THE DEATH OF MY SAINTS?”

“MANY SAINTS HAVE PAID THE PRICE OF FOLLOWING AND BELIEVING.

AMERICA WAS NEVER GIVEN AN EXEMPTION.”

“TRULY I WILL BE WITH THEM WHO ARE MINE. THE QUESTION IS WHETHER I KNOW THEM AND THEY KNOW ME. IT IS A TWO EDGED SWORD. THE COIN HAS TWO SIDES.”

With that we began to WALK THE NIGHT that now begins in North America. I do not have the courage right now to give any details. Nor any names. Nor places. But I saw many rapes, murders, and brutalities........too many. I watched homes invaded, churches surrounded and either machine gunned or rounded up for “cattle cars”. I watched as restaurants and high schools were surrounded and women were separated and taken away. I saw a day care center burned to the ground. I saw tanks on street corners and soldiers with many different uniforms and many languages.

In my spirit I have known for a long time, time had run out.

Now the waiting is almost over

Selah Dog. 18 July 1999

 

 

 

Ruffles and Flourishes

Bob Neumann, 9/1999

Dear Friends,

About two weeks ago I sent to some a troubling and dark vision. I send it again with the ending it awaited. Seems like I had to “pass through a storm” to get to this end. So be it. here is the first narration followed by the finish with some commentary.....which may or may not mean a thing.....

This was a very dark vision in a very unpleasant place. We were on horse back and it was an assault on the enemy’s camp. We rode in suddenly and loudly. Numerous fires and explosions took place and intense sabre and hand to hand combat. It was very ugly and seemed to last a long time. At the end the enemy fled and we held the field. Half of us had been unhorsed. As we regrouped to a single bugle call it looked bad. Most of the “troopers” were badly injured. It was at this point I thought the vision would end....only it was the real beginning.

I guess that is why the battle needs no real mention.

Those that could not ride or walk to the bugle call we carried. Once again I counted 36 “bodies”....none where without injury. Places where arrow, spear, blade had met flesh were cleansed and dressed. Yet there were many so badly injured they were nearly comatose. They were cared for and placed on travois dragged by their horses. Funny that all the horses came as the troopers to the bugle. And all seemed uninjured.

There seemed to be no hurry to tend the wounded. In time all were ready to mount or secured in blankets on travois. When we left the battle field there was no call....no order given. We kept a column of twos with the stretchers being dragged at the end of the column. Which is where I was too. We held to a slow march riding and walking at intervals. I heard no voices. Just an occasional moan or groan from the injured.

It seemed we “marched” a long long time. in the dark and the dust. We were on/in open country for a long while and came to a worn “road”. Not wide but easier to travel. In time we came to a paved road....maybe two lanes wide. not too long after that it became a multilane highway just before we came to this “city”.

The city was surreal. It had skyscrapers and neon signs all over. It had to be immense.... but I did not see it from a distance. The “highway” ended with a huge arch. Like the Arc De TRIUMPH in Paris....or the Roman Arches built to commemorate victories. Yet this “arch” was just a demarcation it seems. The city had no walls....just an arch. I tried to see if their was anything on the arch I could recognize....but it was a jumble of images and relief statues.

As we slowly rode into the city people stared and pointed. I could hear voices but no words came across. The people were of all ages and all races. Some just stared as if we came from another planet. Some shied away and looked afraid. We road for a while past stores, shops, high-rises where they sprang up without rhyme or reason. I saw traffic lights but no cars or trucks. The lights changed colors but we kept moving. I looked at signs and billboards and could not read or identify anything.

Eventually we came to a place where I could see the whole line of troopers clearly and the lead riders had stopped. It was then I noticed our colors and guidon were cased. I know we were all tired, hungry, thirsty and needed to rest. I expected to hear a command to dismount.....but it did not come. Instead there was some noise from the crowd and I noticed some fists being shaken in our direction. Shrill voices were picked out above the crowd. The man riding point turned his horse and set off again and the column resumed it’s march. As I passed the knot of people where the trouble seemed to center I noticed one female in particular who was making all kinds of noise and such.

I had had enough and halted my horse and turned to face her and her “crowd”. They all were shocked to see me stop and turn. They were more so when my horse stepped toward them. And I watched this one “crone” with heavy makeup and venomous glare pale and back away when I simply held my ground. Now it seems the horse did not like them either because it snorted and pawed the asphalt in front of them and they climbed over each other to move away.

I figured the horse made his/her point so we turned and trotted/galloped(?) back to the column which also picked up speed and we made quick time to get out of the city. Shortly we came to a point where city ended and country began. No arch this time....no changes in road. We continued for awhile and the city just was not seen.

Once again we were in dark and ugly country. Once again we dismounted and walked to rest the horses. And I wondered when and where we could stop to rest......but the vision ended.

Different vision.....no answers because I can not figure the questions....

 

((((((((((((((so it ended)))))))))))))))

)))))))))))))and then began(((((((((((

 

Once again we were slow walking in columns of twos following the terrain. I was at the rear with the travois. It was hot, dusty, and it felt like we had been riding a long time.

After a short while we obviously started to ascend. At the very end of the climb it seemed the horses were almost moving vertically it was so steep.... and suddenly we were on a flat area looking down and then out. Personally it was a shock because I have been here before. Across from me was the EASTERN GATE of the city of Jerusalem as it now stands. Closed with stone, mortar and brick.....Moslem graves right to the wall. I and all the Troopers dismounted and walked to the edge of our “hill”. The wounded left their stretchers and we stood and looked out. It was like a mist over the city and the outline beyond the gate began to change and a new shape took form. It stood up and out on the TEMPLE MOUNT. And all I could do was wonder.

In the predawn twilight it looked beautiful and distant. The others with me seemed to be moving and turning to the east. I was looking at the city and they were looking to the coming sun rise. Instead of turning to the east I simply looked north at the Troop I had been riding with. They were no longer in dirty blue of cavalry troops, but in white.

Each had a different wardrobe designer, but all were in white. And once again they stood like I had seen off and on over the years. And again so many were in pairs of twos. They were waiting for a KING to COME. All had fought for this land and this city.

I felt very out of place....wearing olive drab with harness and alice pack.

As I stared at them and wondered if I really knew their names and realized in all these visions I had never really spoke with any. But they were real. And I watched as they all mounted their horses and I noticed there was one horse missing. Without a sound they turned and ascended to join the KING....where they belonged. And I looked out at THE CITY. THE CITY where the “mist” seemed to stay and began to move out from the city. I “knew” it would soon cover the earth. And again I wondered what it meant and what I thought I “knew”.

And the vision ended.

Weird ending with little logic to it....no big spiritual revelation. Just real nasty timing.

TESHUVAH.......ROSH HA’SHANNAH........have taken place. in this time strange things have happened. changes I guess. And this nagging awareness of “who really cares what is happening”.....

And it was the answer to the question I could not ask.

Most of the people I “know” are self-proclaimed servants running themselves raged trying to do their “things” and their “stuff”. oblivious to the situations around them....and the TIMES AND SEASONS. All so religiously committed to their “ministries”, “callings”, “anointings” that they have neither time nor desire to ““HEAR”“ the TRUMPETS BLOW....let alone come to the STANDARD and simply stand.

I’ve been hearing the THUNDER and the TRUMPETS. Did not want to take this to the next level. In spite of....... and that is the fun part. ABBA stopped using the “christianesse” and the “quasi charismatic” to remind me the battle has been going along time before amerika and “the church” showed up. That the children are ignoring the ROCK and the CALL to STAND FIRMLY to dance in their mist. To revel in feelings and build their cities and temples in the midst of BABEL.......and never get past the NARROW GATE.

Had a friend throw a term at me I had not heard in a very, very long time....SHAMBALA Warrior. Of course I refused to identify with a BUDDHIST image. Later a brother and I ‘escaped’ and went out to lunch and a movie.....the placemats reminded me that we were in the year of the rabbit.....universal prey for all predators, large and small....and next year is the YEAR OF THE DRAGON....I bet it is the RED one.... then there was this movie that had tugged at my spirit, mind and body for weeks and I knew nada about.

It had so many spiritual images it annoyed me. Till the end when the “protagonist” removed his boots and knelt down to pray and began with “FATHER GOD”.....not normal for any MOSLEM I ever knew...... actually blasphemous to a degree to their fundamentalists. Their Allah has no sons or children. Then they messed me up real bad by staging their final battle scene right out of the battle in the first vision. Unnerving to say the least. Messy for neat clean thinkers. Dark pure evil coming out of the mist to devour the innocent. And the only ones to stop them were men who recited their own requiem prayers before the battle began......dead men with swords and no agendas. Not worrying....not caring....about anything but THE ENEMY charging them.

No wonder why the “church” is losing the war. They want to walk away with all the marbles.

Yes LORD I know the images are one and the same....no matter how the enemy counterfeits everything. And YOU have had a plan from the beginning.....now it begins..... but where is it to lead? YOM KIPPUR?

Old Dog

 

 

 

To Offend Many

Bob Neumann, May 22, 2000

Last night I had a wondrous night. Sort of sets me free....sort of... Sort of explains one heck of a lot that just didn’t want to fit into place. Call it a time of remembrance, a time of instruction. Then again it was “my time” to simply come into agreement with what MY LORD AND MASTER is doing. In HIS WORD HE SAYS that is exactly what HE WANTS to do with everyone. Personally I was more than content to sit at HIS FEET and get what FELL FROM ABBA’S TABLE. But then again, HE WAS RIGHT, as USUAL.

I will enjoy watching what will now begin to take place. I will still grieve a bit when it happens, but HE ASSURED ME AGAIN... “EVERYTHING WILL BE ALL RIGHT”. Great promise. SO....if anyone is interested HE’S STILL THE SAME...

Jeremiah 33:1-5

1 Moreover the word of the LORD came unto Jeremiah the second time, while he was yet shut up in the court of the prison, saying,

2 Thus saith the LORD the maker thereof, the LORD that formed it, to establish it; the LORD is his name;

3 Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.

4 For thus saith the LORD, the God of Israel, concerning the houses of this city, and concerning the houses of the kings of Judah, which are thrown down by the mounts, and by the sword;

5 They come to fight with the Chaldeans, but it is to fill them with the dead bodies of men, whom I have slain in mine anger and in my fury, and for all whose wickedness I have hid my face from this city. (KJV)

If you really believe HE IS MAKER, FORMER, AND LORD HE WILL TELL YOU. Now we all hear verses 1-2-3 quoted and requoted, but never with what follows. Maybe that is why the “stuff” HE TELLS me offends so many. It certainly is not corroborated by the shepherds and scribes of the AMERICAN CHURCH. What happened last night brings me PEACE. That is all I really need.

Like most “encounters” with MY GOD it began as a simple vision. Actually it was the “vision” I first saw.... that was of GOD. It was a pleasant place where HIS SHEEP grazed safely. Straight out of Bach. HE once again was THE GOOD SHEPHERD. But for the first time I was not on all fours. I walked with HIM...EYE TO EYE. And it unnerved me.

HE BEING ALL-KNOWING knew my feeling of uncertainty and simply smiled. Looking at HIS FACE I HEARD ABBA again, “IT’S GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT, SON.” And it was. PEACE BEYOND UNDERSTANDING just filled me. I noticed myself take a long deep breath and look at HIM SMILING PLACIDLY.

“FOR WHAT WE ARE ABOUT TO RECEIVE, EH CALEB”?, HE KIDDED.

I remembered the old saying both my grandfathers joked about. Out of the blue I thought of a song and wondered if once again the “band play Waltzing Matilda”, one more time. And would anyone understand the price that was paid...for nothing. Maybe someone from “down under” might catch it....but I really don’t care any more. That is what is funny about when THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT BRINGS REMEMBRANCE to you of images and stuff that makes no sense to anyone else. As I pondered this THE GOOD SHEPHERD leaned on HIS STAFF and just waited for me. Out of the blue I thought HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN LONG SUFFERING with me.

“I THINK A BETTER WORD CALEB IS ‘PATIENCE’. IN SPITE OF YOURSELF YOU HAVE NOT MADE ME SUFFER OVER YOU. GREATLY CONCERNED AT TIMES, BUT ETERNAL OMNISCIENCE HAS IT’S PERKS.” With that HE walked to a little rise where some trees stood and we sat in the shade, looking down at HIS SHEEP. They were of all sizes and shapes. In fact there was no uniformity of “breed”. That was something real new and I pondered as we sat and just watched as the SHEEP munched good thick grass. I had to think that this was the way it was supposed to be. All in “one flock” with only ONE SHEPHERD, ONE LORD.

“IT’S NOT LIKE YOU IMAGINED IT, IS IT CALEB?” HE ASKED leaning against a tree. I looked at HIM and looked back at HIS SHEEP. The feeling of “being right” was all over me and I wondered why my mind still could not filter out all the garbage that was running through it.

“MAYBE IT IS NOT ALL GARBAGE CALEB. REMEMBER YOU ARE THE WORK OF MY HANDS. SOMETIMES WHAT THE WORLD SEES AS FLAWS AND IMPERFECTIONS ARE NOT. ALL WORKS OF TRUE ART ARE SPECIALLY MADE TO SHOW MY SKILL AND THE UNIQUENESS OF MY TALENTS.”

Now I just had to absorb this chunk of wisdom and I just stared at HIM and watched HIM STARE BACK at me. Is it proper to say HE had a smug look on HIS FACE....SMILE AND ALL?

“OR IS IT THAT I LIKE TO JERK YOUR CHAIN CALEB?” HE LAUGHED. “WHY DO YOU HAVE TROUBLE WITH THESE FLAIRS OF PERSONALITY WE HAVE?”

HE WAITED for a response and I had to be honest with HIM....and myself. For so long I have wondered why no one else seemed to “see” and “hear” HIM as I was now doing.

More to the point why would HE WANT me to try and put it to “paper” and send it out on the WWW? For so long I have pondered and wrestled with this and I stared back at HIM. Now part of the problem is I know HE KNOWS every thought I think before I think it. HAS ALWAYS KNOWN....and there is the conundrum. I just looked down at HIS FEET and stayed silent.

“MAYBE MY FRIEND YOU CAN NOT SEE THAT I ENJOY YOU MORE THAN YOU CAN FATHOM. LIKEWISE FEW HAVE I EVER FOUND WHO WILL OBEY ME IN SPITE OF ‘THE COST’. THE ISSUE OF ‘THE COST’ OF FOLLOWING ME HAS ALWAYS COME INTO PLAY. IT IS WRITTEN, MANY ARE CALLED CALEB. IN FACT THE CALL HAS GONE OUT TO THE WHOLE WORLD. THE ISSUE IS THAT FEW CHOOSE TO OBEY. FEW CHOOSE TO FOLLOW. FEW CHOOSE TO GIVE THEIR ALL.”

I listened and thought and HE BEGAN...”IS IT NOT WRITTEN..”(and HE SPOKE in everyday language....)

For Christ sent me not to baptize, but to preach the gospel: not with wisdom of words, lest the cross of Christ should be made of none effect.

18 For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God.

19 For it is written, I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and will bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent.

20 Where is the wise? where is the scribe? where is the disputer of this world? hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?

21 For after that in the wisdom of God the world by wisdom knew not God, it pleased God by the foolishness of preaching to save them that believe.

22 For the Jews require a sign, and the Greeks seek after wisdom:

23 But we preach Christ crucified, unto the Jews a stumblingblock, and unto the Greeks foolishness;

24 But unto them which are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God, and the wisdom of God.

25 Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men; and the weakness of God is stronger than men.

26 For ye see your calling, brethren, how that not many wise men after the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called:

27 But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;

28 And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are:

29 That no flesh should glory in his presence.

30 But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption:

31 That, according as it is written, He that glorieth, let him glory in the Lord.

Now HE HAD done this in the past to me, but not to this degree. And I sat quiet. It was way to much at one time, and I said so to HIM. I watched HIS FACE change from merriment to concern and I had this heaviness just slowly tap me on the shoulder and say “yo”.

I watched THE GOOD SHEPHERD slowly stand and reach down to help me to my feet.

HE USED HIS RIGHT HAND. HE HELD HIS RIGHT HAND BEFORE MY FACE AND SAID “THIS IS MY HAND OF MERCY. AND I CHOSE TO REACH DOWN AND BRING YOU TO ME, FOR MY REASONS SO MY WORDS WILL BE FULFILLED. YOU WERE NOT THE FIRST BUT YOU ARE INDEED ONE OF THE LAST.”

With that being said HE moved the STAFF to HIS RIGHT HAND and reached out HIS LEFT HAND AND TOOK MY RIGHT ARM.

“THIS IS MY HAND OF GRACE. NO, CALEB, YOU NEVER DESERVED EITHER MY GRACE OR MY MERCY. NO MAN EVER HAS, EVER WILL. I CHOSE YOU LIKE I CHOSE ALL WHO CALLED OUT TO ME AND GAVE THEIR ALL UPON MY ALTER. THAT IS WHY YOU WERE GIVEN THE IMAGE OF LIVING SACRIFICE AND ‘REASONABLE SERVICE’.”

“I KNOW YOU ARE TROUBLED BY THE VISIONS OF THE GATE AND THE BREACH. DO YOU WONDER WHY YOU DID NOT QUOTE ALL FROM THAT VERSE ABOUT THE “GAP”?”

“Yes, LORD, I wondered. it seemed you were more focused on the image of “breach”.”

“SOMEONE WILL BRING IT UP, SOMEONE YOU DO NOT EXPECT. BUT THEN AGAIN, NO ONE READS THAT WORD, THEY JUST QUOTE THEIR OWN INTENTIONS.”

Once again HE stopped and quoted....

And I sought for a man among them, that should make up the hedge, and stand in the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it: but I found none.

31 Therefore have I poured out mine indignation upon them; I have consumed them with the fire of my wrath: their own way have I recompensed upon their heads, saith the Lord GOD.

“HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHY NO ONE PICKS UP THE IDEA THAT TO ‘STAND’ IN THE PROVERBIAL GAP MEANS THAT THEY ARE STANDING AGAINST ME? IS IT JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS CALEB? OR JUST MAYBE THERE IS A DEEPER DECEPTION IN THE MIDST OF MY FLOCK?”

Now I had always thought that this was because we are called out to stand on the walls and to call out till ZION is restored. Moses stood before GOD and HIS WRATH was ‘put aside’. I had no real answer because I “knew” HE was talking about HIMSELF. THE MAN who would stand in the “GAP” was THE LAMB. It was HIS BLOOD that enabled us to OVERCOME the enemy...to speak THE WORDS of our testimony.....to “forget about our lives and not worry about “death” because we are just that....DEAD. Living sacrifices....

And I remembered the song “FOR ZION’S SAKE I WILL NOT BE SILENT, FOR JERUSALEM’S SAKE I WILL NOT BE STILL....” .....Isaiah 62...and John Michael Talbot.... and suddenly I was on my knees crying at HIS FEET. The grief I felt was tremendous.

But I did not know why. THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT was weeping..... ABBA was weeping.

“ON YOUR WALLS JERUSALEM, I HAVE SET MY WATCHMEN. I HAVE ALWAYS PLACED MY WATCHMEN, ROBERT, SON OF ROBERT, SON OF JOSEPH, SON OF LEO....”

And HE kept on and on.....AND HE STOPPED....

“THE REASON I PUT MY WATCHMEN ON THE WALLS WAS NOT TO WARN MY PEOPLE BUT TO SEEK MY MERCY AND GRACE FOR A PEOPLE THAT DENIED MY NAME AND ABUSED MY WORD. NOW THE TIME OF MY WATCHMEN IS OVER.”

One again I stood over the city and watched the ARMY OF DARKNESS enter the city....

“WHY DID YOU NOT STAND AND FIGHT HERE, OLD DOG?”

It was like a jolt of electricity running through me and my grief was gone. Instead I felt a cold churning in my belly and I looked up. No longer was THE GOOD SHEPHERD standing before me, BUT THE LAMB OF GOD. Bright and Glorious. No humor in HIS EYES. With neither permission nor a ‘helping hand’ I stood before my LORD and KING and realized the TRUTH.

“I wanted that city destroyed, MASTER. I did not want to push the enemy back. I wanted Joel’s Army to destroy what was evil and perverse.”

I almost spat the words out the raw anger bubbling up. I almost missed the change of reference. THE SHEPHERD had always called me “Caleb”...or “boy” and I always enjoyed it. BUT.... MY CAPTAIN...THE LORD OF HOSTS...THE LAMB WHO ALONE IS WORTHY TO TRAMPLE THE WINEPRESS OF THE WRATH OF A HOLY GOD always calls me “OLD DOG”. Something has happened and I look at HIM wondering what has happened. HE SMILED AND LAUGHED.

And I felt the universe shake and all creation tremble before HIM. Suddenly I understood why the heathens rage and plot vain things. They refused HIS WILL AND PURPOSE and have earned HIS HATRED AND HIS WRATH. And suddenly I was in the BREACH standing among the fallen. The pain and weariness flooded me. All around the corpses were piled. Among the multitudes of the enemy were the few who went to the BREACH. My fellow soldiers...my brothers...none whose names I had known...whose faces I could recognize. I stood there wondering...waiting for the last attack as the ARMY OF DARKNESS massed to my front and my rear. One on my left and one on my right all of three of us remained. and suddenly we were pulled up and out. But this time I “heard” THE TRUMPET and THE SHOUT....and we were snatched away from the destruction.

“YOU WERE SO FOCUSED ON THE BATTLE AT HAND YOU DID NOT HEAR THE ORDER TO EVACUATE, THE BUGLE CALL TO FALL BACK AND REGROUP.”

I know I must have looked stupid....how could I have missed it...it was so loud....so long.

“IT IS EASY TO GET A LITTLE DISTRACTED AMONG THE DEAD AND IN THE HEAT OF BATTLE. THAT IS AN EXCUSE I WANT TO HEAR. MY SERVANTS COMPLETELY GIVEN OVER TO ME. FOCUSED ON THE ISSUES THEY WERE TOLD TO BE CONCERNED ABOUT. BUT TELL ME WHERE WAS THE GREAT ARMY THAT CARRIES MY BANNER IN SONG AND DANCE TO CRUSH THE ENEMY?”

I looked at HIS GRIN and had to shake my head. I thought of Caleb and Joshua.… Shamgar....David and his wilderness army....Gideon and the 300....Abram and the 318 born in HIS HOUSE and TRAINED with the sword. And I remembered the preachings and teachings and prophesies of THE GLORIOUS ARMY marching into hell for a heavenly cause....

“SORRY DOG, BUT YOU KNOW THAT “HEAVENLY CAUSE” SONG IS FROM BROADWAY”.

I had to laugh....HE WAS RIGHT...

“OF COURSE I AM RIGHT!”

I looked at HIM and HIS SMILE and HIS EYES WERE FILLED WITH LAUGHTER. and I heard that SWEET GENTLE VOICE WHISPER in my spirit. “BEHOLD THE LAMB OF GOD WHO TAKES AWAY THE SINS OF THE WORLD. BEHOLD THE LAMB WHO IS WORTHY TO OPEN THE SEALS. BEHOLD THE LAMB WHO TREADS THE WINEPRESS”.

I was a no brainer I slowly knelt down and placed my forehead to the ground at HIS FEET. The ELECTRICITY I felt before was nothing compared to this. I heard music and singing unlike anything I had ever heard. I could hear words. HOLY....KADOSH....and what was probably every language ever spoken....

HOLY....HOLY....HOLY....IS THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY....WHO WAS ....WHO IS....WHO WILL ALWAYS BE.....

I felt a familiar touch on my head and a GENTLY LOVING VOICE....speak my name.... “SHEMUEL”

I looked up and saw ABBA’S FACE. Once again the tears ran down my face as I looked upon HIM. They say you can not look at GOD and live. I wondered of all the times HE TOOK MY HAND and WALKED WITH ME. Maybe I should say I WALKED WITH HIM. Once again paradox....one again I realized I did not care. Thoughts were useless in HIS PRESENCE. HE REACHED OUT AND TOUCHED MY TEARS.

“WHY DO YOU WEEP SON?”, HE ASKED GENTLY.

“I’m sorry ABBA, I just do not understand.”

“I KNOW, THAT IS WHY YOU ARE HERE. FOR YOU SEE SON THE TIME OF MY WATCHMEN IS OVER. YOU HAVE FOUGHT THE GOOD FIGHT. NOW YOU JUST HAVE TO FINISH THE COURSE. YOU HAVE DONE WELL. DO NOT JUDGE YOURSELF. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO EVALUATE ANYTHING BECAUSE YOU WERE NEVER GIVEN ALL THE PIECES. JUST THE ONES WE WANTED YOU TO HAVE TO DO YOUR SERVICE. BECAUSE YOU LEARNED OF HIM YOU LEARNED TO LOVE AS MY SON YOUR LAMB LOVES. WITHOUT ANY STRINGS ATTACHED. MAN LIKES STRINGS. MAN LIKES HIS GAMES. ALL I EVER ASKED WAS FOR MAN TO OBEY.

YOU OBEYED BECAUSE YOU LOVED. BECAUSE YOU WERE LOVED THE COST OF OBEDIENCE WAS NEVER CONSIDERED TO HIGH”.

I stood their in HIS THRONE ROOM. Much like Isaiah and John must have and like them I felt out of place. I thought about HIS WORDS. I wondered why THE LAMB had not spoken this. The time of HIS WATCHMEN being over was not expected. But then I remembered HIS WORDS from before. The warnings from JEREMIAH. From the PSALMS about seeking THE LORD while HE may be found.

“OPEN UP THE ANCIENT GATES” I heard from behind me as two strong HANDS grabbed my shoulders as HE SHOOK ME AND LAUGHED...

“DON’T YOU REMEMBER THE VISION OF THE THREE CITIES?” ,HE ASKED WITHOUT WAITING FOR AN ANSWER CONTINUED, “THAT WAS THE FIRST VISION OUTSIDE OF ME AND MY SHEEP THAT YOU WERE GIVEN. HAS ANYTHING CHANGED FROM THE FIRST TIME YOU WATCHED IN THE VALLEY OF VISION?”

“TELL ME OLD FRIEND WHAT TROUBLES YOU?”

I watched as SON took HIS PLACE at ABBA’S RIGHT HAND. HE GRINNED and ABBA SMILED GENTLY. What could I say. All along I had wondered if I had failed over and over. Did I get HIS MESSAGE out? Did I sound the warning....warnings? I felt like a failure in my own eyes. And as I thought these thoughts ABBA just shook HIS HEAD “NO”....HE was right I can not judge....then I heard again THE SWEET AND GENTLE VOICE OF HIS MOST HOLY SPIRIT quoting the GOSPEL....

1 And he went out from thence, and came into his own country; and his disciples follow him.

2 And when the Sabbath day was come, he began to teach in the synagogue: and many hearing him were astonished, saying, From whence hath this man these things? and what wisdom is this which is given unto him, that even such mighty works are wrought by his hands?

3 Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary, the brother of James, and Joses, and of Juda, and Simon? and are not his sisters here with us? And they were offended at him.

FIRST ABBA SPOKE.... “SHEMUEL, MANY HAVE TAKEN OFFENSE AT YOU BECAUSE OF MY WORD I HAVE PLACED IN YOU. MANY STUMBLE AND FALL CURSING YOU WITH BOTH WORDS AND THOUGHTS NOT KNOWING YOU WERE MEANT TO BE A SOLID STONE IN MY HOUSE. YOU WERE MEANT TO CAUSE OFFENSE. BECAUSE I OFFEND MANY WHO DO NOT KNOW ME”.

Once again I sensed HIS GRIEF. It had nothing to do with me....I now understand. It has everything to do with whom I serve. WHOM I LOVE.

THEN THE LAMB SPOKE...”PERSONALLY I HAVE ENJOYED WHEN THE WISE AND THE MIGHTY GAG AND RETCH BECAUSE I CHOSE TO USE YOU AND THOSE WHO FAIL TO “FIT” IN. IN THEIR EYES YOU ARE INDEED FOOLISH AND WEAK. YOU HAVE NO WEALTH, NO POWER BASE, NO CONNECTIONS IN THE WORLD AS THEY SEE THEMSELVES. YOU ARE COMMON CLAY AND THEY ARE “GOLD” AND “SILVER”. LITTLE DO THEY UNDERSTAND THAT CLAY, GOLD AND SILVER ARE ALL “EARTHEN” MATERIAL WHICH I SHAPE ACCORDING TO MY PLEASURE. ALL IT TAKES IS OBEDIENCE STEMMING FROM A BROKEN HEART AND A CONTRITE SPIRIT.”

“I PLAN TO TRAMPLE THE ARROGANT AND DESTROY THOSE WHO DEEM THEMSELVES WISE AND MIGHTY IN THEIR OWN EYES. IT WILL PLEASE ME TO USE YOU AND THOSE WHOM I HAVE CHOSEN IN MY PLEASURE”.

I stood and listened as THE LAMB SPOKE. THINGS HAD INDEED CHANGED. A “NEW THING” has begun if you look with man’s eyes. ONLY it is all there in HIS WORD.

Interesting stuff

Selah

Dog

 

 

 

A Story Of Three Cities

Bob Neumann, 11/2004

Dear Stephen and Joe, Last night i had a "remembrance" of THE KING'S HERALDS...
it has been a long time coming. Susan Hall mentioned to me that the things that we were given years ago are now coming to pass. Maybe it is time for...

 

A VISION...

In the Day that the Great King had set, He sent forth to His cities to tell them of His coming to visit them. At regular intervals Heralds ran before Him to each of His cities. The message of each Herald was the same;”O City of the Great King! Your King now comes to you. Prepare yourself for Him. Make all your preparations. Plan your feast and set aside only your best. For your King comes in Power and Glory. Rejoice, O City in which He delights. Open up your ancient gates and welcome your King!”

In the First City the people were jubilant. Each went to their own homes, to clean and to polish. Then they cleaned their streets and lanes. They strung banners and planted flowers. Festivities were planned in great detail. They opened their gate and waited. Each day they would wait, looking for the Entourage of the King. As days passed they waited. And on occasion another Herald would come, shouting the same message. And as each Herald came in his time. Their anticipation grew. Their preparations continued so only their “best” awaited the Coming King.

Each day, and each night they waited. Whenever dust was seen in the distance they rose up crying, “Is it He in whom we wait?” But usually it was just another traveler , another caravan. Each time the watchmen saw movement on the road, they called out in warning. Once again a wave of anticipation ran through the people as the gates were opened, and the people would go out to meet their King. But it was not their King, so they continued to wait upon Him.

But there came a day when the watchmen’s words were never heard. Instead the people heard the trumpets sound fourth, the great drums roaring. And the people ran out to meet Him shouting, “Open up yea gates, so the King of Glory may come in!” At the front of the horsemen, the Lion banners flew beside the Lily Banners. The Warriors of Light moved to the sides of the road, opening a path between them.

In Indescribable Glory the Great King came forward. The children from the city ran forward singing, flowers in hand. As the King road on the Maidens danced to the children’s song. For the King of Glory had come for His Bride who had made herself ready for Him. In joy and celebration they entered into the banquet long prepared for. And once all were in the city-the gates were again closed- never to open again. For the King and His Beloved are one.

 

The Second city heard the King’s heralds and sat down to discuss the “issue.” Committees were formed, action groups were created. Funding was discussed. And time passed. They watched the road, but the King did not come. So life went on as usual. Then other Heralds came, and people would get “busy” briefly. But we had to get back to normal was their excuse. Then when a traveler came, or a caravan went by, they first looked up and wondered, but would quickly go back to the “same old, same old.”

Each time a Herald came, they said: “We’ve heard it all before-but the King never came.” So they went back to their lives in “their” city-and forgot their King.

And then a day came that they did not know, at a time they had not foreseen. The city was awakened by a great “shout”, and a thunderous trumpet call rang out. The beat of the King’s drums, and the calls of the King’s trumpets vibrated the very walls of the King’s City.

“Open up ye ancient gates, so the King of Glory may come in,” shouted the holders of the Lion Banners. And all the Warriors of Light responded as they opened their rank for the King. “Who is the King of Glory, The Lord Strong and Mighty! The Lord Mighty in Battle! He is the King of Glory!”

As the King of Glory waited the people slowly opened their gates and saw their King, radiant in Glory and Power, surrounded by the Lion Banners. For there were no Lily Banners for this city. In fear and trembling the people came out of the city. There were no more shouts, no more trumpets and the drums were silent. The people knelt, weeping and wailing before the King of Glory, crying for mercy.

Into His city the King rode. Instead of with Joy, there is only anguish. Instead of music and dancing there only is weeping and wailing.

Instead of a banquet, much cleaning was in order.

And once all were in the city, it’s gates too were closed.

 

Then there was the Third City, and like the earlier two the Great King’s Herald came to it’s gates and cried.

“O City of the Great King! Your King now comes to you. Prepare yourself...” And the message was halted as a rock thrown from the city’s wall struck down the Herald of the Great King. As the Herald looked up he heard the laughter from the watchmen, the city had placed on the wall.

Finally a leader of the watchmen came forward and shouted down at the Herald. His uniform and armor shined in the dawn’s light. His voice melodious and strong.”Who is this Great King, fool. We know no king over us. Look upon this great city, greater than any other. Did this Great King build it? Does He dwell here?”We built our own city, and we who dwell here are kings unto ourselves. We recognize no king, but ourselves. We need no King here, but ourselves. What has your King done for us? All that you see, all that is here is because we have done for ourselves. We do what is right in our own eyes!

“Be gone, fool! You and your unseen King. For we have no need of you!

As the Herald stood and walked away from the gates of this city. he heard the mocking laughter of the watchmen. As they cursed both him and his King. And he wept.

Yet the evil captain and his watchmen, did not forget the Herald’s message. They put the people of the city to work extending the walls and preparing for a war against this King they would not serve. For they knew Him not, saw Him not. As time passed further Heralds came. They killed the King’s Heralds for they did not even want to hear the Message. But as time went on, all but the Captain forgot the King’s promise to come to His city. As caravans went by, no one noticed. In fact, the Captain used the coming of each Herald to spur the people to work and obedience to him. Add to that the pleasure of seeing a Herald of the Great King murdered made it all even better, so he felt.

Then one day the evil captain stood at the top of the city’s gate and looked out. Light was breaking over the Horizon and it burned his eyes. In panic he called out the alarm and the city’s people rose up as one and went to their places in the battle lines. In panic the evil captain kept giving more and more orders, often at odds with each other.

As the Light of the King’s Glory came from the East , the Light only became brighter. The loud thunder of trumpets and battle drums began to vibrate the walls of the city. Fear gripped the city and the evil captain shouted more orders, yet no one could hear. For now the sound of horses and the rattle of armor joined the trumpets and drums. The King had Come!

As all looked out, one rider rode ahead of a great host of mounted warriors, whose number was beyond counting this day. As the Rider came forward all in the city saw Him plainly. On His Head were many Crowns. His garments were pure white except for his cloak that showed dark red in His light. But on His robe it was written: “King of Kings, Lord of Lord.”

Among the multitude of horsemen who followed the King there was but one banner, and it rode directly behind the King. All in the city looked beyond the King to the sole banner. upon it was a single Lamb, that was slain. And all the people feared. As the King and His Bride stopped facing the gates a voice rang out clearly in the sudden silence. As strong as rolling thunder, yet clear as a single note it cried:

“Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and be ye lifted up, ye ancient doors, and the King of Glory shall come in.”

In great anger and fear the evil captain jumped up to the outer wall so all could see and hear. “Who is this King of Glory? We have no King-we need no King-we want no King!” And as rehearsed, the evil captain raised his fist to the King and every bow, sling, and catapult fired as one against the King.

Like a cloud the missiles flew from the dark walls of the city to the bright Glory of the King, where they ceased to exist. In moments every rock and stone, spear and arrow had failed. And as one all in the city drew sword and waited.

As one, the Host of Heaven spoke softly, “Who is the King of Glory? The Lord Strong and Mighty, the Lord mighty in battle.”

As the evil captain prepared to answer, the King raised His hand and said one word, “NO.” And with one word the great and ancient gates were shattered. The battlements of the walls were sheered away. And all the people were killed.

Again the Host of Heaven spoke softly, “The King of Glory will come in. Who is the King of Glory? The Lord of Host, He is the King of Glory.”

Slowly the King and His Bride, and all the Hosts of heaven entered the city which once again is His.

 

INTERPRETATION

The whole world is three cities.

The First City are the righteous saved who await the coming of the Great King. She is the Bride and will be soon snatched away.

The Second City is the saved who have not prepared themselves. They shall wash their own robes in the Blood of the Lamb. She is the Tribulation saints.

The Third City are all who refuse the Blood of the Lamb and choose the beast. She is the whore that will be destroyed.

The Heralds are the Prophets and Apostles sent to warn and teach the people The Gospel of the Kingdom.

The King of Glory is the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of the Living God. And He is on His way to visit His cities.

ARE YOU READY?

B*

 

 

 

On The High Ground

Bob Neumann, April 9, 2006

It has been a long time since THE LORD OF HOSTS has taken me from THE FIRST HEAVEN to the SECOND and last to THE THIRD TO LISTEN TO THE ANCIENT OF DAYS. So if any who wish to read this, know that it is a long ride.

In the hour just before dawn on Sunday April 9, 2006 I found myself over a city, looking down upon the lights and buildings. As I watched it “seemed” as if the city was slowly rotated so I could get a good look from all cardinal points.

First it was a fairly good sized city with a density of lights and fairly tall buildings in and around it's center. Outside of the center I saw grids of neighborhoods with streets and highways. I looked hard for some reference point, either manmade or natural focal point that could help me to discern what city it was.

Second it was a city not on a large body of water or harbor. Maybe a river ran through or around it, but it sure was not big enough to ring any bells in my memory.

As I looked down and watched I pondered and waited for that VOICE. After a time I heard the first question.

“IS IT AN EVIL CITY?”.

As I looked up and outward I saw before me once again THE LAMB OF GOD, MY LORD and MY CAPTAIN. Over time I have learned to consider HIS QUESTIONS and answer as best as I can.

“I do not know, LORD.”

“IF A DREADFUL EVENT WOULD TAKE PLACE IN THIS CITY, WOULD I BE BLAMED?”.

In my spirit I got a sudden check. There was ONE QUESTION that gave me some information I did not know what to do with.

“Yes, LORD, it seems there are always those who blame YOU when “bad things” happen.”

As HE STOOD watching me, I knew that my answer was incomplete. Again I looked down and I could feel my thoughts grinding. And I asked myself, “Why do people blame GOD for everything that happens that brings trials and griefs.” From personal experience I know some of my worst grief came when I did something stupid, and trials come with just being “alive”.

And it hit me. GOD is blamed for SENDING CALAMITY, or by not PROTECTING those who expect to ride through “troubles”. Both points of view were there last year when hurricanes came and went. And as I was putting an answer together HE SPOKE.

“Hast thou considered my servant Job, that [there is] none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and escheweth evil?”

Now that I did not expect. And I saw HIM SMILE and just shake HIS HEAD as HE “walked towards me”. Now we were still some 50,000 feet above this city. A place on a planet sitting in space completely unaware of our discussion. A city headed for a SEIZMOS EVENT.

“CONCIDER MY SERVANT”, HE BEGAN, “WHO IS PERFECT AND UPRIGHT WHO FEARS GOD. WHO THE ENEMY COULD NOT TOUCH BECAUSE I AM HIS GOD”.

“Yet to defeat ha’ satan you removed the HEDGE you had built around him”.

“NOR DID I ASK JOB WHAT HE THOUGHT ABOUT IT BEFORE HAND.”

“Which was what the next 42 chapters is all about.” Out of nowhere it came to me. JOB had no clue what the next 40+ chapters had for him, yet he stayed true and would not “curse” his GOD. Once again I looked down and I felt a shudder go through me.

“DO YOU THINK THAT IF I SENT TO THAT CITY A PROPHET TO CALL THEM TO REPENT, WOULD THEY REPENT LIKE NINEVEH DID?”

Suddenly I got a “sinking” feeling and looked up at HIS SMILE. I “knew” I was about to receive... and I must have flinched because HE LAUGHED and touched my shoulder.

“NOW IF I SENT YOU TO THIS UNWALLED CITY TO CALL FOR REPENTANCE TO WHOM WOULD YOU GO TO FIRST?”

I could not help myself because I found myself looking down and wondering where would I go first. Again HE LAUGHED and I looked into HIS EYES…

“I ASKED YOU “WHO” OLD DOG, AND YOU IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT “WHERE”, AS IN WHERE WOULD YOU FIND THE AUTHORITY WITHIN THIS CITY TO GO TO FIRST... I DID NOT SAY I WAS SENDING YOU, DOG....”

Now in my mind I wondered how much time I had... Jonah had 40 DAYS…

And suddenly we were elsewhere.... and I must have had a real stupid look on my face because HIS VOICE HUSHED.. “WHAT CAN I DO WITH YOU OLD DOG. EVEN IF I SENT YOU AS YOU ARE RIGHT NOW, WOULD “THEY” LISTEN?”

Now I had been once again in FULL ARMOR which meant other changes were in effect. And I pondered HIS QUESTION as we sat near the RIVER WHERE ABBA HAD SAT with me before. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and looked to HIM.

“DON'T BE HARD ON YOURSELF DOG, IS IT NOT WRITTEN..

“And the rest of the men which were not killed by these plagues yet repented not of the works of their hands, that they should not worship devils, and idols of gold, and silver, and brass, and stone, and of wood: which neither can see, nor hear, nor walk:

Neither repented they of their murders, nor of their sorceries, nor of their fornication, nor of their thefts.”

“IF SUCH WOULD NOT REPENT AFTER ONE THIRD OF THE WORLD IS SLAIN, WHAT RESPONSE WOULD YOU GET FROM A MODERN WORLD THAT DOES NOT WANT TO HEAR THE TRUTH”.

“NOW WOULD THEY EXPECT SIGNS AND WONDERS OR REALLY COSMIC “SPECIAL EFFECTS”. JUST SAYING TO THEM “IT WILL NOT RAIN” WILL GET NO ONE'S ATTENTION TILL FAMINE OCCURS. AND THEN THEY WILL TRY TO REMEDIE THE SITUATION IN THIER OWN STRENGTH. IT IS ALSO WRITTEN…

“And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains;

“And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb:

“For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?”

With those words we were once again elsewhere and like Isaiah had seen, heard, and smelled... ABBA, THE ANCIENT OF DAYS SAT... the ECHOES of WORSHIP CRIED HOLY, HOLY, HOLY... KADOSH, KADOSH, KADOSH.... SANCTUS, SANCTUS, SANCTUS... all the LANGUAGES of THE UNIVERSE were joined together in ADORATION.

AND THE FRAGRANCE OF HIS INCENSE filled my nose and my spirit and suddenly a sweet and savory FLAVOR filled my mouth as all me senses bore witness as I fell to my face at HIS FEET.

In ETERNITY time really does not pass and I just lay there filled with AWE and WONDER and thinking that poor Isaiah must have gotten slammed, too when he said “oh woe is me...” “BEING UNDONE” is being utterly shreaded in the INTENSITY of HIS PRESENCE.

And I felt HIS HAND gently rub my head and I looked up again into MY ABBA'S eyes. For a moment we were alone and once again I felt like a child in HIS ARMS. When that moment was done I was STANDING BEFORE THE ANCIENT OF DAYS, AND AT HIS RIGHT HAND STOOD THE LAMB.

“ONCE WHEN I CALLED YOUR NAME YOU ANSWERED AND DECLAIRED “HININE”. I CHOSE YOU ROBERT, SON OF ROBERT, SON OF JOSEPH, SON OF LEO TO BE MY SERVANT. YOU ASK YOURSELF OFTEN WHAT YOU ARE TO DO FOR MY KINGDOM. IT PLEASES ME TO SEND YOU NOW. THOSE WHOM I PLACED YOU WITH HAVE A FIRE AND A PASSION THAT NOW COMES FORTH. YET IN YOU I HAVE PLACED A SIMULAR PASSION, BUT WITH ICE AND NOT FIRE. BOTH CONSUME AND DESTROY AS I WILL IT. SO NOW I COUNTER THE COLD AND METHODICAL CALCULATIONS OF THE DESTROYER WITH MY OWN TOOL.”

And with that I was once again looking down at “the city”. And I felt a hand on either shoulder and a VOICE in my ear. “DID YOU NOTICE THE CHANGES IN THE LAST WEEK?”

Inside I could feel my spirit go “DUHHHH”. And HE LAUGHED.

“NOW I CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR PASSION ABOUT THE NICOLAOTINS BECAUSE IT IS THE SAME AS MINE. BUT YOU WONDER WHY YOU KEEP SEEING RED FLAGS EVERYWHERE SECULAR GOVERNMENT SHOWS ITSELF?”

And I had a “SUDDENLY” hit me right between the eyes as I turned to see.…

THE BRIDEGROOM....!

And I stared at HIM wondering.... I had expected to SEE THE LAMB... only…

THE BRIDEGROOM comes FIRST.

AS HE HUGGED ME AND KISSED MY CHEEK, HE WHISPERED.. “YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH “FALSE AUTHORITY”. AND THOSE WHO ABUSE IT. SINCE YOU SEE THAT I AM DRESSED FOR THE BANQUET, I'LL LET YOU DEAL WITH IT “UNDER MY AUTHORITY”.

With that HE REACHED UP AND WHEN HIS HAND CAME DOWN HE HELD THE ROD OF IRON. “USE IT WELL OLD DOG”. HE SAID AS HE PUT IT INTO MY HAND. “IT DOES NOT DO WELL AS AN ACCESSORY FOR WEDDING APPAREL.”

And I was in my bedroom awake and alert.

So I share with those who have EYES to see and EARS to hear.

Selah

Bob Neumann of Marion, NC