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Thursday, July 15, 2010


After prayer and fasting for three days, I went to sleep on the evening of the 3rd day and I saw in my mind's eye 3 black triangles each triangle in the shape of a crown and I heard the voice of the Lord saying: "3 kings; 3 kings."

Then I saw a line of people marching towards the 3 kings. And a swoosh like a wave came over the people and I heard the rushing of water - a splashing; a deluge of water like a wave over the people.

And the revelation of God came to me saying, "there are 3 kings of this world - the king of death; the king of destruction and the One True King of Life." And the kings looked like 3 points of a crown. And the people were marching towards the king of their choice and they split - some to the left: the king of death. And some to the right: the king of destruction and others marched towards the King of Life in the middle.

And when the wave of water flushed over the people as they marched, God said, "I am pouring out my Spirit upon them all, but only those walking towards life will receive that anointing."

Then God showed me in the vision of my imagination an eagle in its hideaway nest. God reminded me that the national symbol of America is the eagle. And He told me America IS that Eagle. She is not forgotten, forsaken or punished like the Israelites who chose for themselves kings of persecution. No instead, America is like the Eagle who has retreated and is secluded for a time to pluck its wings, sharpen its beak and claws, and renew its strength.

God showed me in great and vivid detail the Eagle painstakingly plucking out its own feathers revealing the pink, scrawny flesh beneath with tiny, frayed, scattered and ragged feathers exposed. And He, God Almighty, spoke to me as the Eagle plucked saying, "Thus sayeth the Lord your God - America is plucking its feathers. This time of great and devastating trial for individuals is a part of that plucking - businesses; the economy; housing; wall street and banking - systems and individuals alike - even Christians in the churches especially are being plucked.

And like the Eagle whose worst is exposed, its jagged ugliness revealed - so is America revealing its ugliness - seeming even to prefer it and glorify its worst by exposing the worst, wearing it on the surface of life and pulling out; pulling down that which ordinarily seems good. The worst is coming to people's lives and their good things; their comfort, security and best is being plucked from them.

And like the Eagle when his feathers are gone - even though he's plucked all the good feathers on purpose, the Eagle is not at its best. The Eagle cannot fly and cannot soar. The Eagle is grounded and weakened. The Eagle is exposed and in danger - vulnerable. And it must retreat to protect itself during this time of plucking and of great vulnerability.

So too will America be. So too will the individual be - exposing their worst as if it is preferred; exposed in their worst as if it is common. And the eagle, like America plucks its own feathers. The eagle, like America and like the individual do this to themselves. There is no one else to blame.

We do this to ourselves through the choices we make and the decisions we make. America and its leaders will begin to make more and more decisions we do not understand. More systems will fall. Churches will fall. Leaders will fall. Individuals - Christians and non-Christians alike will fall - for the wheat and the tares grow up together and God sends rain upon them all."

But God said to me that as the feathers begin to grow, the Eagle may still pluck them out. It is necessary for balance and optimum performance of the new feathers until finally, ultimately the Eagle will allow the feathers to grow. And like America it will grow strong and full of glory. And eventually the beak and claws will be sharp again. And like America we will be sharp and on top again. It is a pruning that is necessary.

And of the leaders, there will be a few which will be allowed to grow first. And of the churches there will be a few which will be allowed to grow first. Even the people represent feathers. And how we will grow back will be through those of us in the church - the Believers that remain faithful, praiseful and true in Christ Jesus. We who withstand these trials and go through them believing in Jesus, never wavering and never falling to sin - we will rebuild. We rebuild ourselves, we rebuild the churches, we rebuild America, we rebuild.

And like the Eagle's feathers there will be a few individuals who will be allowed to grow first. No Eagle's feathers grow all at once and immediately. Invariably there are always a few that emerge first and will be allowed to grow. Watch for the "firsts" in leadership, in the churches and in the people and then will all the systems, the churches, the people and America itself rebuild and be strong - strong enough to soar once again.

The word of prophecy from His humble servant on this day,
~Min. Dez

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Destiny's Journey

Some journeys are well traveled roads. Common, familiar and easy. We cruise along the path oblivious to the process as we habitually turn each corner, climb each hill and break each slope. Only to arrive, blink and wonder how we managed without incident or memory of the trip.

This journey - my journey - is not like that. This journey is one of reluctance, hesitance, unsurity, insecurity and yes, a moderate amount of fear.

As I open the window for you to view my progress, you will undoubtedly come to your own conclusion based upon the progress of your own journey - and your observations will be varied.

Some might say that I am making slow but steady progress toward a clear destination. Others may say that I am floundering and wandering aimlessly down a muddy road with too many directions to choose from.

I say my journey has just begun, although it started more than 10 years ago. I say I still have such a long, long way to go, although I am teetering on the precipice of completion. I say the journey has made me weary, leery and weak, although I trudge on with a strength and endurance that is beyond me. I say the path is muddy, with many obstacles, directions and difficulties still yet to come. However, my destination is clear - crazy, unimaginable, overwhelming and clear.

When this path first appeared it was like a hazy, dirt road on a foggy day. I peered at it without knowing what it was or where it was going - then tried to ignore it as inconsequential. When the path persisted I joked as to where it might lead, then still tried to dismiss it as a path not meant for me.

It was years before the view of the path cleared and I was able to see the destination more clearly. It was absurd to think that the reality of where this path could end up would be in a place far more outlandish than even my most absurd imaginings! OK, maybe - just maybe this path ended up in a very good place - but a place still not meant for me. Definitely not me.

Why not me? Who else but me, since I was the only one to see? Please, Dear God, not me! Yes, me. This path was meant for me.

And so I watched it, argued with it, denied it and tried to imagine a life without pursuing it.

Four - no five, has it already been five? Five years ago I accepted it. I stuck out a big toe like testing the cold water of a pool - then yanked my foot back like I so often would. I wrote about it, dreamed about it, and tried it on for size in the privacy of my dressing room of life. And by the way, I still watched it, argued with it, denied it and tried to imagine a life without pursuing it.

Three - sorry, I forgot - Four years ago I made up my mind. I packed my bags, said good bye to the sanity and sanctuary of friends and family who always had thought they understood me, and I took my first hesitant and frightened step.

In these last four years I have walked, sometimes trotted, but never quite run toward a goal I think is crazy. I have stopped, I have even sat down and I have wistfully looked back to a time when I did not know and could not see what was meant for me.

But I will not stop. I packed my bags (all my baggage), and made up my mind. Armed with nothing but 2 scriptures and a great deal of hope, I continue to trudge on driven by the surity that if - just if - I happen to arrive at this awesome, fearsome destination, it will be extraordinary, phenomenal and inconceivably wonderful. This destination...

A destination, a journey to a place that is called destiny. My destiny. Destiny's purpose in life. My God given purpose.

Sometimes while we travel, we see another driver, glance in that direction and never take note or give them another thought. Perhaps that is how you will see me.

Sometimes we see another traveler and something catches our eye. We may watch a moment, muse a moment or even briefly wonder... Then they continue on their own separate way and thoughts of them fade as quickly as they do. Perhaps that will be how you see me.

Other times we get caught in traffic, bunched up with drivers because of fate. And whether we cruise along peacefully or struggle with road rage, we share a community of progress, each with our own destination. Perhaps that will be how you experience me.

And on rare occasion on our own individual roads of life, we travel a path where we encounter another driver - seemingly traveling to the same basic place. At times they follow us and then we follow them. We may take note of who they are and what they drive - possibly even read a licence plate. We'll share a moment or even a long while - silently and separately together, with maybe a glance, a smile or a brief a wave of acknowledgement. Perhaps that will be how you experience me.

I cannot say how long this path will be for me, so whether you glance and move on - never to take notice; or whether you wonder a moment at who I am and where I'm going; or whether you follow a while, smile and wave or better yet, if you decide to stay for the journey, I invite you to come along for the ride.

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