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Le Petit Prince

I used to deliver papers for the night shift, and met a good many people and characters. It was a small comfort that Walt Disney had once done the same. I thought of it as my prophetic territory, and it extended for the last three out of ten years from Hill Tout to McKenzie. I would travel through the night, and deliver as many as 200-300 papers. It was a job I took for over a decade, and working with the media was fast-paced and helped me move up in the job market. I eventually got the position of assistant manager at the depot in Mission and was there doing paperwork and the redelivers for over a year. It was watching the skies for rain among our motley crew, trading paper delivery skills, or venting while they swore and smoked that kept me aware I had to be street smart and not so perfectionistic. No newspaper carrier can stay a perfectionist; delivering in rain and up to two feet of snow, alone in the middle of the night is not work for the thin-skinned. I wore second-hand clothes, or old jeans that would eventually get torn. They were my sackcloth so to speak. It taught me patience, because that is the virtue most needed to be successful at working the night shift seven days a week for ten years. 

Some of my customers would get up in the middle of the night to get their papers, some of them would wait for me to tell me I made their day. At Christmastime I would get a hundred Christmas cards and usually half my earnings in tips. It made ends meet and helped me carry on my other job during the day, for which I made little pay. I was a professional writer and my books did not sell enough to pay the bills. I only wrote them as an obsession, somewhat like my addiction to newsprint, the smell of ink, and the new stories each day. I liked to think I knew everything at one o'clock in the morning. 

The sky by morning was a coloured streak of light. It was by delivering my metaphor of the "Good News" that I became aware that it is bad protocol to read people's mail in the prophetic. People are getting more and more able to come up with other people's real or contrived personal information, and call it the prophetic. This form of divination I strongly discourage, as it is invasive to people's privacy. If I opened someone's mail in their mailbox instead of giving them the news, I would be arrested. 

In the 80's and 90's it was considered, in the prophetic gifts, an admirable feat to "read someone's mail". This is how it was referred to. They also got impressions and they were related to different body parts, and involved announcing the word to the congregation in the ministry time at the end of the service. If someone identified with the symptom or disease mentioned, they could come up and get prayer. Usually the word was just an excuse to pray for the real emotional issue, and so that people could get met at a heart level, and feel Jesus cared for them. But this is a new time, where we are to use the Bible to deliver the word. Speaking the truth in love, we grow people into maturity using prophetic signs that confirm we are in the center of God's will, positive images, and metaphors or word pictures. 

In the middle of the night, there was an old pilot who used to watch the skies. He would sit out all night, and knew the plane routes, from a website he had. I would talk to him as he stayed up to get his paper, sometimes at 3 in the morning. I think he had even flown in the war. One night I asked him if he had ever seen a UFO. I had been seeing something strange in the mornings that flew over Abbotsford. It looked like a circular disk with lights and could move back and forth, in directions a plane could not. He said he had been watching one every night for a year, traversing over the Abbotsford skies--about the same time I moved to Abbotsford. He had taken a few photos, but his sister had seen it in Langley and taken a photo, so I started taking photos too. You would think this would sound strange, but if there is a realm where UFO's are visible, who would be able to see them? I hired an Indo-Canadian boy who was disabled to help me, and he could entertain you for hours on end, by making up malarkey and seeing if you believed him, then laughing uproariously. It was the funniest thing if you took him seriously, but he thought this was a good job. He could also see the flying object. That was what made me think it wasn't just me.

I began to think it was the Little Prince. But I resigned my position over six months ago now, and am not outside at night. It seems, the only ones who noticed it appear over Abbotsford were an old pilot with two missing fingers, a disabled newspaper girl and a disabled Indo-Canadian teenager. 


    

The Gravestone of the Little Shepherd


I was on a trip over to the island over fifteen years ago and I was arriving late at night. I had no place to stay so I phoned from the ferry to a friend's house. She told me I could not stay there that night to my dismay, so I continued on. I got to Victoria and went in to a hotel, but when they rang up the bill, it was too much. I drove on, back to my old neighborhood and eventually came upon a little church that my best friend had attended as the minister's daughter in her childhood. I sat there in the parking lot of the united church and prayed and tried to sleep. Little did I know that God had other plans. I was too wakeful to sleep, and after an hour or two started the car up and on impulse started driving back to the edge of the city. It was an unknown area I drove to, and I finally parked the tree under an oak tree in the moonlight. I stayed in the car until morning, then at seven a.m. went for a walk. It was early morning but I found a footpath that led to what seemed like a park. I next realized I was in a graveyard. I kept walking, and followed the path among the graves until I came to one with a white grave stone and a little shepherd. When I looked at the grave I knew who the person was, it was a boy from my childhood classroom. I looked at the date, and sure enough, it was the same year I was born. He died the year I got married, and I thought perhaps he had committed suicide. 

I left the graveyard and drove back into town, and the place I was supposed to stay welcomed me in, but the next day when I was out shopping I bought a small flower and took it back to the gravesite. Even thought it said "Do not leave flowers on graves," I left one anyway. It was a small gesture.

It was quite a few years that the darkness of death stayed with me. I had a hard time shaking it. I even thought at points that people were accusing me of having entered the graveyard in the middle of the night, which to my mind would have been witchcraft.

But I took a chance to follow a leading in the prophetic, and the timing as usual had to be immaculate. God is very precise. He knew I was in the same neighborhood as the boy who had died grew up in as I sat in the church parking lot across town. He knew he could send me to Broadmead, and right to the very grave of the little shepherd. It is a grave error to misjudge God. He sometimes asks us to break the rules, but not all of them.

The Spirit of the Antichrist

Prophetic word given 11/14/02. (By Emily Isaacson)


The Beast had a loud mouth, boastful and blasphemous. It could do anything it wanted for forty-two months. It yelled blasphemies against God, blasphemed his name, blasphemed his church, especially those already dwelling with God in heaven. Revelation 13:4


Every God-begotten person conquers the world’s ways. The conquering power that brings the world to its knees is our faith.  I John  5:3  (The Message)


This is a message regarding the spirit of the Antichrist. The spirit of the Antichrist is already in the world. We contend with it on a day-to-day basis. When we don’t see our opponent we are in danger of being marred in the battle.  The battle is there--the danger is real, therefore we must ask God of the armies to advance with us, clarifying our vision so we fight our true enemy. The things of this world will not prevail against this enemy, only the love of God and relinquishment of our control for God’s sovereign power.  This is new, and exciting, but also ancient and tested.

There is a message from heaven today, and the message is this: battle is not a “manly” thing, it is a godly thing. It will require more than just brute force, aggression and good aim. In fact, these will work to your detriment. This is not a case of, the guy who hits hardest wins. Discretion, tact, yieldedness, and skill all play into strategy. The man without my strategy has already lost: he has lost himself. A man with no ruler is a lost man, and this is key. You see, the spirit of the Antichrist is lawlessness, the unwillingness to be ruled.

Those in authority: please consider the danger of wanting to rule to avoid being ruled. I am your Lord. The Spirit of David is what makes man a leader, and  note his heart: humble, contrite, broken--yes, it is the broken who will lead my people out of the camp of the enemy, for they will not fear the breaking, they will not surrender under duress, they have nothing to lose. 

There are two forces at work in the realms:  The force of love, and that which opposes it (desire, if you will).  Lawlessness and desire play hand in hand. He who will not be ruled desires to have everything, and as such, I must make my opponent.  I contend with him who would contend with my Rule of Love. It is just, for even my wrath is a force of love, the strongest force of love. The oceans surge under this force, the heavens shift, the earth quakes, and volcanoes spit their fire under the awesome force of the wrath of love. That is also my jealousy--and this force, this wrath condemns man and his desire to control, to suppress for power. My wrath does not oppress, it sets free, it defeats with covering not exposure, it renovates and clears the air, it rebuilds. The land is burned, but not left desolate, for after a fire, it is remineralized, deepened, etched by tribulation, strengthened by waiting.

You who wait: hope in the Lord! He has not forgotten you. He has heard your cries with great pity and understanding. He is Lord of the Armies of Heaven, and he will save you.  There are those of you who already have the marks of tribulation etched in your foreheads. You are mine. I knew this from the beginning. No one can take you out of my hand. These marks have distressed you. But they are the marks that distinguish you. You are marked by faithfulness: the faithfulness of your own blood. It is on my Son’s head that such things can and have occurred. He is your covering, your garment, as a shield against the enemy’s threats and boasts that these are your shame.

Take dignity, my people. Dignity is a mark of those who wait with covering. What you have not seen, you will see; what you have not understood, you will understand. The mark of those who fear the Lord is the exact opposite of those who follow the Beast.  One is of betrothal, the other is of adultery: the numbers marked on their heads represent the formulas of man. Yes, these have seemed distant from evil up until this point, but they will all be used and consumed by the evil one in order to do his work in these last days. Yes, even medicine, science, education, entertainment, marketing, business, economics, studies of everything, discoveries of all humanistic qualities will crash at the feet of the Beast and be used as his playground. Nothing will be exempt. If you attempt to flee you will find yourselves ensnared. Stand your ground. This is your greatest tactic. Stand and emanate that awesome force of love as a shield to your own heart. Do not try to get enmeshed, do not try to get involved, just love with me as your living source in tranquility. It is essential to understand that acceptance of my sovereignty, and the desire to stop evil of ourselves are two separate things. One is relinquishment, and requires having a will yielded only to me--the other exacts control and hate. Yes, evil is our opponent, and we often wish not to have an opponent, but the reality is that it is there, and cannot be fought until it is accepted as such with courage and bravery. Stop trying to win evil over to your side by coercion and fight.  Look it in the eye instead of hating it.  Aim from your gut with great confidence. Take it down without ignorance.

Do not forget that this evil is not people, although they be possessed by it and the mind of it.  They are deeply rooted in their sin and logic, and it cannot transcend to understand the ways and insight of God without great help on my part. If they come to you, you will know their hearts are yielded; if they ask of you, you must give them water-- no matter how demonic they seem. A man’s demons are not his soul.  How many tormented friends I have, dear ones, waiting in great dignity for the removal of their pains. They endure, and often you make their tribulation greater by your insensitivity. Do not level force at them, for force has driven them to this point, but gentleness and compassion--a light touch. Do not yield to the evil which afflicts them; in order not to yield you must be rooted in love. Root yourselves, therefore. Root yourselves by practicing the strength of compassion, not by excusing them but by covering them. Hate and lust are the desire to expose; love covers. It gives dignity to suffering instead of adding shame. The love is what allows the light you have not to cruelly expose but to acknowledge, and wash, and cover. This requires wisdom on your part.  Up until now many of you have not been able to look at gross sin and injustice without hating out of fear. That was all you had to deal with the enormity of it.  So in order not to hate, you looked the other way. But now I give you something new: it transcends your natural inclinations, born out of humanity, it transcends the wisdom of man which would like to categorize, analyze and fix, and it seats itself in the heavenlies with me. Here it is: the force of love comes up from underneath, and empowers. Like a spring out of dry ground, it nourishes. The force of hate comes down from up above and subdues. It silences and demands conformity. Many of you have mistaken the force of hate for my love. Empowerment is a deep thing. Seek to understand:

Empowerment cleanses a man from the inside out, not from the outside in. I Am the living water. I do my work at the essential core of man, and I am successful at renewing the works of my hands. You are just the observers, humbled by your own daily need of the same process, inviting them alongside as a humanity that exists with you instead of one that can get you dirty. 

Keep in mind, please, I am not you and you are not me; I ask that you be unified with others in me so that you can receive from me in wholeness and grace, humbled by the parts of the body that perhaps you would rather not be seen with--covering them as to prevent immodesty, instead of shaming and exposing them for their vulnerability. Now you are treating them as of lesser Christians than you are. You cannot move forward without them, they are essential to you: recognize their strengths and do not shun them.

You are one. I created you to be. This is where you are most free, in oneness. This is where you are most alive in me and dead to yourselves. This prevents you from being uprooted at the slightest storm, this anchors you in opposition.  Father Law and Mother Grace are needed to parent these children, born out of submission to me.  Protect and secure them, nourish and comfort them, correcting them with a sense of humor, and having a grace that looks dishonesty in the eye and knows that the truth spoken in meekness empowers not condemns.

Running on Empty


Even the junipers and the cedars of Lebanon gloat over you and say, "Now that you have been laid low, no one comes to cut us down." Isaiah 14:8


When I was attending Trinity Western University in Langley during my first three years of university, I tried out for the chapel worship team Although I didn't make the team, my brother who arrived a year later did. Because I was a songwriter, I submitted one of my songs for a chapel contest and they played it as a contestant for the whole school. By the time my brother was leading worship, he played a few of my songs on a regular basis: one of the them was "The Return" (based on Isaiah 35).


The Return

 

Em              G/B    C                    G        

Dust of our eyes, unquenched land

Em               G/B                 C           G

With fearful hearts and trembling hands

Em                 G/B         C              G 

We were the blind, we were the lame

Em                C          D     G

But one day we will see again

 

 Em G/B  C   G

We shall see

Em   G/B        C  G  

And we shall hear

Em     G/B     C    G

Water in the wilderness

Em    C             D                G             

The redeemed shall walk here

 

Barren of hope, we leave the dead

In streams of night, we bow our heads

Upon the way we will return

And ransomed we will sing in Zion


Near the end of his time there, my brother was leading worship one Monday morning and Monday was the day the President gave his message. So my brother payed his set, and played my song last. The President got up, and when he gave his message, he had changed his mind and decided to preach on my song instead. He gave a powerful message, and the song stuck in the hearts of the students at that time. 

About four years later, I had kept writing songs, and now had a song out on the radio. I was invited to play a song for the worship in chapel at Regent College. The worship director that week asked me to write a song on Miriam (a prophetess from the Old Testament). I wrote a song but did not play it at that time.


Miriam’s Song

Gm                              Eb      D       Gm

Sing to the Lord, for he is highly exalted

Gm                              Eb       D            Gm

Sing to the Lord, for he is worthy of praise

         Eb            Bb                  Gm                    F   

The horse and rider he has thrown into the sea

 

(repeat)

 

Gm Eb           Bb               F

Yahweh has risen in the shadow

Gm  Eb          Bb                        F

Yahweh has triumphed in the night

Gm Eb  Bb                     F    

We cry unto you, Most Holy

Gm  Eb            D           Gm

Our deliverer draweth nigh

 

Gm                  Eb      D                      Gm

Sing to the Lord, let all the nations praise him

Gm                                   Eb               

Lift up your hands with gladness

D                        Gm

Let the nations bow


That morning when I arrived at Regent, I parked my car in the parking lot across the street. Little did I notice, but as I was walking out of the parking lot, two trees fell over and one of them landed on a sports car. I mentioned this to the worship director. "Oh it's just the cedars of Lebanon," he replied. I ended up playing "Mary's Song" instead. As was my usual style in my twenties, I did not arrive wearing a nice dress, but jean cut offs and organic cotton long johns under them. (Which I wore under everything.) I was sometimes seen wearing--if not ripped jeans--jeans under skirts, no jewelry, no makeup and had long blond hair. It's no wonder I adopted a hippie lifestyle in my twenties and traveled around in an old BMW.

I had used 100 % essential oils since my twenties, and now teach on them today for their potency and medicinal value. More on this next week...

By His Wounds We Are Healed

When we experience sickness, suffering, or pain, we must consider what agreements we have made upon entering the realm of earth. If we consider that we will all be given a wound at some point in our lives, and that how we deal with that wound will reveal our true character, we must stop for a minute.

Consider, we will all be given a wound.

We must all learn how to live life with that wound.

We must learn to dress and bathe and bandage our wound.

Because there is sin in the world, everyone has a wound. 

                                

Some people can hardly stand it. They are crying out in agony. We might think they should see a doctor, or physiotherapist, or psychiatrist, but all of the latter will only tell you its your responsibility to bathe and clean your deepest wound daily.

When we were born and entered this earth, we found out, much to our dismay that Adam (the first man) had made an agreement with the serpent (Satan) that we would all be wounded. The only thing that could save us is if the Son of God himself came to earth and was wounded with the mortal wound of sin in our place. This he did. And he did that for you and me. Now when I feel the pain of my wound, I can enter into his suffering. That is the agreement we must make. We will each take care of our own wound; and we will recognize that everyone on the planet has a wound.

The second agreement we make is when we tell other people what our wound is. Some of us would rather not say. We are not feeling healed, it is too raw. When we are able to enter into our wound through the blood of Jesus, our wound becomes our testimony. When we share our testimony others are encouraged that their wound can too be seen through the lens of Christ.  This is why sharing your testimony or inviting other to share when they are ready is so powerful. Some people are in denial and don't know they have a wound, until you tell them you do too.

The third agreement we make is to accept salvation. This means Christ's wound and death takes our place, and trumps the pain and humiliation of our wound. We don't know at what point we will be offered a better life in Jesus in our lifetime, but when someone stretches out a helping hand, in humility we accept. From that day on our life is different. No one know exactly what you have been saved from, what fate would have befallen you. Only you know that exact moment when Christ chose to adopt you and give you all the benefits of being a Child of God.

The Custodian of Paradise

    

No one, after lighting a lamp, puts it away in a cellar nor under a basket, but on a lampstand, so that those who enter may see the light. The eye is the lamp of your body; when your eye is clear, your whole body is also full of light; but when it is bad, your body is also full of darkness. 

Luke 11:33,34 (New American Standard)  


Where our individual desire dies and sanctified surrender lives. We have the idea that we can dedicate our gifts to God. However, you cannot dedicate what is not yours. There is actually only one thing you can dedicate to God, and that is your right to yourself. If you give God your right to yourself, He will make a holy experiment out of you--and his experiments always succeed. The one mark of a true saint of God is the inner creativity that flows from being totally surrendered to Jesus Christ.  (My Utmost for His Highest, Oswald Chambers)


I received a message from the Lord: ascend the mountain in the middle of the night. It was pitch black out, yet I found a flashlight, and walked out the front door. I was living with my parents at the time, just out of university and I spent much of my time wandering on the mountain. But in the middle of the night? I decided to obey the voice, so I walked softly over the lawn, hoping my parents wouldn't wake up. I went up my usual path on the mountain, until I reached my woodland altar. There I did what many souls have done before me, I cried out to God in a loud voice. I might have railed on heaven right at that moment. I wanted to have more in life that what the world offered, and I was willing to risk everything. 

Murray Dueck had recently started a Prophetic School called Samuel's Mantle, and I was there for the very first semester. Samuel's Mantle is still training people to hear the voice of God, and excel in the prophetic to this day. He believes that everyone can learn to hear God's voice. What I felt God tell me when I went to his class might be somewhat disturbing but it took me on a path that ended me where I am now. I felt God say that I would die at 47 and have three and a half years of ministry before that point. My mother had recently given me a prophetic word reading a scripture over me; the Bible chapter of Revelation 11. I thought that this was something I could say yes to, I took it as an invitation; but I knew it would cost me everything. In doing so I turned my back on the dreams and goals of most young women; in doing so turned my back on society. Because of all that occurred, it was a long journey before I reached the age of maturity when my ministry would begin. But here we are. I minister to you when I write blogs, or play worship songs; I minister unto the Lord, first of all. 

When I was down the mountain, in my twenties, I had a hazelnut cross that my husband had made for me from the hazelnut trees on his property. It was a cross made to be able to fit in my car, and also one I could carry (it was not too heavy). I felt God told me to burn the leather straps holding the two crossbeams together in the burn pit. I did. A day later I was up the mountain, when I saw a leather strap dangling from a branch over the crystal stream. I could only perceive it as a miraculous occurrence. (I called it the crystal stream because I hurled two perfume decanters made of crystal into the stream. When I did this they disappeared, and I was not able to find them again.)

My husband and I married at a YWAM base, and we ended up travelling and camping across Western Canada with the cross on the top of our car, and the dog in the back seat. When we got to the town of Golden, I said, "I'm going to carry the cross." So he drove along with me while I carried the cross over the shoulders of Golden. When I got to Calgary, the house we stayed in was an old house, that a half dozen men had rented together, but they were all friends of Joe and Christians, and gave us a room to stay in near a mountain with a nature reserve. I carried the cross around the neighborhood at six o'clock in the morning so as not to disturb anyone. I was wondering at points if people were peeking through their curtains at me in the silent still street.

One afternoon I felt God tell me to go up the mountain. I walked up the desert field, with wild animals hiding from me, and it began to snow. This was in April. I felt like a prophet of old, and figured that God probably wanted to tell me something. What he told me was only a whisper compared to how I hear the voice of the Lord today. When I came down the mountain, my husband had bought a lot of beer for everyone, and was having a wild party in the backyard. I was completely disgusted that he would do such a thing to corrupt them in my absence. I picked the last six pack that was left from their party, took it outside the gate and smashed it, bottle by bottle on the cardboard, then threw it in the trash. My husband had formerly been an alcoholic, and I had made him swear off beer when he married me. Oh how I was disappointed in him.

I felt he represented Generation X with his repeated lapses into addiction and the sub-culture. My long-term commitment to him represented my commitment to ministering to Generation X. They always fall short though. I eventually had to lower my expectations. Everything I have done in life was in obedience to the voice of God, or what I perceived as God, and it is a prophetic picture of something that people don't like about themselves (for instance, they are married to the world next), or the church. So I garnered a lot of criticism over the years.

Now I wear white and blue linen and keep my home like a temple, where everything has to be cleaned to perfection and purified as a prophetic act of priesthood. I pour out olive oil, and make liniment, and remedies, and medicines. I am a practitioner with clients too, but they have to buy their own remedies. The ones I make are only for my own use. The only real assets I have are musical instruments (piano, guitar, etc). I work to perfect the art God has given me, as a creative professions. I have published 15 books, and have another one coming out this year called Ageless. I am diving deeper into what it means to be considered one of the seven prophetesses of Israel, in Queen Abigail's case (King David's wife). In those days women were not educated as men, and probably could not read or write. Even in the case of Queen Esther, if she wanted to write a book, she would have had to dictate it to a scribe. The fact that that would even occur to her to do is avant-garde. Women did not usually write books. The question remains whether Mordecai wrote the book of Esther, or Queen Esther had it dictated in the royal palace, or both.

                

I was in the grocery store one weekend as was my custom; whenever it was Sunday, I would prepare my table as if it were the elements, because I believe in taking Christ to the streets. Whenever people approached my table I would pretend I was a priest in Fort Camosun (the early Victoria). Otherwise they would refuse to taste, because it was Sunday and I was not at church (this is how the Hindus are). I usually talked to 600 people a weekend, who might like to taste-test something in a marketing demo. This might be a spiritual picture too, that we are taste testing the Gospel around Emily Isaacson, seeing if it is for us. So I could imagine that for eight years, almost every other weekend I was unable to go to church, because I had to agree to work on Sunday (something scandalous without Jesus).

So I imagined I was saving large numbers of people into the kingdom who would not have a chance to interact with the living gospel usually. They said sure, we would like to go too, and stepped right up. Beyond the evangelical explanation of a conversion moment being the time at which we say, "Yes", I have no other explanation. I no longer believe to go to heaven people have to say the sinner's prayer. It is a moment where we are given an invitation to the wedding feast, and sometimes the custodian slips us in the back door. 


The title The Custodian of Paradise refers to a novel by Wayne Johnston

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Beyond Science Fiction

So more on the subject of deep things we have hidden in the ground coming to fruition. Clams on a beach, so to speak. My next book has some science fiction in it, and the ideas are more theory than fact. I have applied to the Masters Program in Neuroscience at King`s College in London, partly because this is the field I am most interested in, and partly to see if my theories are confirmed in my lifetime by further research. I am currently doing a year of study in Social Services at a community college. My theory has to do with where brain waves emanate from, and how it corresponds with the endocrine glands. I am proposing that each endocrine gland corresponds to a different brainwave, more than currently exist.

It was a Tom Cruise movie, Edge of Tomorrow (marketed as Live Die Repeat: Edge of Tomorrow on home media, or simply Live Die Repeat) is a 2014 American science fiction action film starring Tom Cruise and Emily Blunt. Doug Liman directed the film based on a screenplay adapted from the 2004 Japanese light novel All You Need Is Kill by Hiroshi Sakurazaka. The film takes place in a future where most of Europe is invaded by an alien race. Major William Cage (Cruise), a public relations officer with no combat experience, is forced by his superiors to join a landing operation against the aliens, only to find himself experiencing a time loop as he tries to find a way to defeat the invaders (source: Wikipedia). Here is a clip about on the way to Omega, which they are chasing down {click here}.

In this movie the plot is: "Cage reawakens and locates Vrataski, who takes him to Dr. Carter (Noah Taylor), an expert in Mimic biology. He explains that the Mimics are a superorganism in which the "Omega" controls the cerebrum, while the "Alphas" behave as the ganglia through which the Omega controls ordinary Mimics; If an Alpha is terminated, the Omega resets the day and adjusts its tactics until the battle is won. Cage inadvertently "hijacked" their ability to reset time through his exposure to an Alpha's blood."

The "Omega" made me think this idea of brain waves is appearing in other major mediums in society. I adopted this as the name of a brainwave that fuels the parathyroid gland. In my book, it is also called the Nightingale Mind, because it is a creative impulse that makes our mind fly like a bird. But to back up...

There are only so many endocrine glands in the human body, so I have matched them up with what I believe is the corresponding Greek letter, and impulse.

The letters of the Greek Alphabet are:

Alpha--corresponds to the adrenal glands brainwave (dominating)

Beta--corresponds to the thyroid gland brainwave (nurturing)

Gamma--corresponds to the pituitary gland brainwave (social)

Delta--corresponds to the gonadal glands brainwave (reproductive)

Epsilon . . . corresponds to the hypothalamus brainwave (administrative)

Zeta . . .or Omega--corresponds to the parathyroid gland brainwave (creative)

Eta--corresponds to the the pancreas endocrine gland brainwave (emergent)

Theta--corresponds to the thymus gland (cleanliness)

Iota--corresponds to institutions 


Usually in my practice I treat deficiencies in the function of various endocrine glands with glandulars, animal glands that are dehydrated from the same source. The Image Literary Journal this year is offering an inaugural L'Engle seminar on Poetry, Science and the Imagination. This is going to be an interesting conversation of poet and those who incorporate science and art together into their work.To join: click here.


This correlation between glands and brainwaves is the science fiction basis for the novel prat of my next book which deals with the creative impulse in artists, and why it is so often misunderstood. People sometimes request a motive for art. In reality artists must create art, because that is their dominant gland. It is their snake on a pole in the desert. It reflects a transformation of emotions into art, as catharsis, instead turning emotions into bodily functions, as is the case in the thyroid dominant individual. Sometimes people misunderstand what drives artists to create and where they get their ideas and new material from. It is not driven by reproductive intelligence.

We celebrate art, though. We celebrate artists and the unique stories and histories that drive them to create something reflecting a truth about their life. 

For centuries people have used something called ulterior dialogue to communicate. It is particularly relevant in spoken art forms, but in the field of poetry, it is considered an essential. Robert Frost taught during his life that someone is not a real poet unless they can communicate on two levels. The poet is at once saying the obvious out loud in print, but the more veiled meaning is communicated also. People can gain meaning, they get your drift . . . if you use a metaphor, a story to make a point, or an image they can relate to. You don't have to be direct to communicate, in fact it is seen as a sign of wisdom to veil your meaning. I have said before that the meaning in poetry is veiled, so as not to offend the audience. All art forms have the potential for communicating a message, but what they interpret may vary from person to person.

I am a health practitioner, and I have found with my clients with mental illness, they may perceive a meaning when people talk that they were not aware they were communicating. Some people with mental illness are actually using ulterior dialogue to read your intentions and true meaning. They may even react to what you are saying.This is interpreted by the brain, I have found, based on what pH your body is. If you eat an alkaline diet, of mostly fruits and vegetables (even starchy vegetables like squash, yams, peas, lentils) this may not apply to you, but if you eat the typical North American fare, your body may be somewhat acidic. The more acidic your body is (and you can measure this by seeing how close your saliva and urine first thing in the morning are to pH 7) the more likely you are to interpret ulterior dialogue in a negative or derogatory way.

Taking baking soda every morning is what I recommend to all my clients with mental illness, otherwise they may misperceive the messages in society and from others around them. I have seen people also read very pornographic or explicit or phallic meanings in what other people are saying, just because they are too acidic from their dietary habits. That is a good indicator that something is wrong. The body is literally having to pull calcium out of their bones to balance their blood pH at this point, and they are going into calcium deficit. Think carefully about how you eat. If you balance your protein (acidic) with vegetables (alkaline), and carbohydrates or sugar (acidic) with vegetables or fruit (alkaline), they will not have such an acidic effect on the brain. The brain, remember is the most sensitive organ of the body. It reacts first to nutritional issues, or vitamin and mineral deficiencies. You can tell by how people's brain functions how healthy they are. So let's turn some attention to our diets, to boost our brains.  

Leather Shoes

But Phinehas stood up and intervened, and the plague was checked.  Psalm 106:30 (NIV)


But no one says, 'Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night . . .'  Job 35:10 (NIV)


We are wearing leather shoes when it is time to step out. We may be stepping out in faith into a new endeavor, or simply making use of an old dream. Something, probably maturity in us, brought it to fruition. I am noticing the tree in my garden was from some seeds I planted back in 2006. Over a long period of time it comes to fruit, and blesses not just me but others.

Every September when I was growing up in Victoria, my mother bought me not only school supplies, she bought me a pair of leather shoes. These lasted me for the entire year. This was back in the seventies, and little girls went to Kindergarten with ringlets, all curled, leather shoes and wore wool. It reminds me of a life of quality, as often we can seek to do things cheaply, but perhaps God would rather produce works of quality in our lives that will endure. 

My father was a Presbyterian Minister when I was born. He was the minister at Forest Glade Presbyterian Church, which he planted and built himself, and is still there with its red brick and white steeple to this day (the building anyway, although it is a different church now). So I grew up in early childhood being sung children's Sunday School songs every night, along with children's Bible stories. Every night, all the way until I was a teenager, my father read us two stories each night. All five children sat on the couch in the living room, while he read us "a fairy story" (a regular book) and a Bible story (from a children's edition). He also read the Bible every night after dinner and we prayed at every meal. You might think this sounds like a strict religious household, but my parents were transformed by the work of the Holy Spirit in their lives, planted several churches while pastoring, and wanted to share their spiritual inheritance with us. That meant every night we got on our knees and recited the Lord's Prayer after stories. 

                                                                

When we were older, he read us novels such as the Chronicles of Narnia, Tolkien, Heidi, Robinson Crusoe, and many stories of heroes of the faith, such as Corrie Ten Boom. My parents had a vast seminarian library, as they met at seminary and my father had a Master's in Divinity from Fuller Seminary in California. They collected all sorts of biographies of Christian missionaries and other famous Christians, such as Billy Graham. This was illumination to me, a candle lit in the darkness of my intellect. And poets light a flame, they are candles burning to light the way.

My mother particularly liked poetry, so we had the book of poetry by Ruth Bell Graham, as well as poetry by Luci Shaw and other Christian poets. My mother wrote her own poetry for special occasions, and always celebrated Valentine's Day by baking us a heart cake with icing, and giving us each a card with a small gift. We knew out mother loved us on Valentine's Day even if we were only children who gave out scores of Valentines to our classmates. 

I think back to this on Valentine's Day this year, and the impact many parents faith made on me, and I believe it is this: whether we work in the world or work full-time in ministry, we are the sheep of our shepherd, Jesus. We are cared for with money or without, in times of plenty and in times of need by Him. He is our true Valentine, and expresses love to us as children through the people around us who are more mature in the faith.  

My mother went to Ethiopia for a year as a missionary nurse, and helped many people of Africa working out of a clinic there. She birthed babies and gave immunizations (I can't help but think this ironic). This is particularly symbolic that she went to Ethiopia, where the women started naming their babies after her. The Ark of the Covenant is said to be hidden somewhere in Ethiopia. This became known to me as I was doing research for my next book. . . everyone wonders, what happened to the Ark of the Covenant, the Mercy Seat of David?


There is a deep symbolism in God's covenant with us, but also in his instructions to us: 

“Make a lampstand of pure gold. Hammer out its base and shaft, and make its flowerlike cups, buds and blossoms of one piece with them. Six branches are to extend from the sides of the lampstand—three on one side and three on the other. Three cups shaped like almond flowers with buds and blossoms are to be on one branch, three on the next branch, and the same for all six branches extending from the lampstand. And on the lampstand there are to be four cups shaped like almond flowers with buds and blossoms. One bud shall be under the first pair of branches extending from the lampstand, a second bud under the second pair, and a third bud under the third pair—six branches in all. The buds and branches shall all be of one piece with the lampstand, hammered out of pure gold.

“Then make its seven lamps and set them up on it so that they light the space in front of it. Its wick trimmers and trays are to be of pure gold. A talent of pure gold is to be used for the lampstand and all these accessories. See that you make them according to the pattern shown you on the mountain. . ."

Exodus  25:31-40

The Sign of Jonah

"Teacher we want to see a sign from you."

He answered, "A wicked and adulterous generation asks for a sign! But no sign will be given it except the sign of the prophet Jonah. . . Jonah was three days and three nights in the belly of a huge fish . . ."

Matthew 12:38-39 (NIV)


When a prophet was questioned as to whether their message was really from God, they were often asked for a sign. In this time, there is a sign to everyone that includes natural disasters, extremist events, and even Covid. I believe that the current pandemic will be a situation that lasts approximately three years, in reference to the sign of Jonah, and the death of Jesus. It may impact our economy for up to ten years however. As 2.2 million people have already died; this seems to be equivocal to a World War. When the enemy is invisible, and we are fighting day after day and losing, how do we not become tired and fatigued with the situation and restrictions involved. 


What is the real situation with Covid and how do we respond as Christians?


It is good to be aware that Covid is a world-wide situation that has a label that doesn't quite describe what it really is. It's kind of like saying there is corn in the can, and corn on the label, but when you open the can there are mandarins. (This happened to me personally when I opened a can of "corn" one day.)

We need to be aware as Christians that Covid is not just a current situation, it is a birth pang along with the rest of all the natural disasters and extremist events starting in 2001 with Sept 11. These events are signs that Jesus referred to in the book of Matthew:

Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of birth pains. Matthew 24:7,8 (NIV).


In light of that we need to read what the Bible says, in the event that there is an immunization, that if you get, could require you to get more than a certificate, it could require you to get a mark. We need to be aware that this mark is something that the Bible describes that no one will be exempt from.

Because I recognize that the Bible has already dealt with this scenario, and its impact on Christians who walk out what they believe, and are 'People of the Way', I would have to personally refuse to be marked by an immunization.

I am including the letter that delineates how Christians who walk out what they believe may suffer persecution and even martyrdom by losing privileges that will be reserved for those who do comply with the pressure from society and from the medical profession.

                              


Letter written almost one year ago:

I would like to make family members aware, that in light of the COVID 19 pandemic, the government is becoming more and more strict. They are preparing society to comply with their intended outcome. That is, for everyone, excepting immune-compromised individuals to receive a Coronavirus vaccine.

I don’t mean to sound alarmist, but you should be aware, that every day in the news, they reveal a little more of their plan to ensure absolute compliance of Canadians. Today, they revealed they may require that everyone carry a certificate (or alternative) indicating they have antibodies to COVID 19 or have been vaccinated.

It would do well to plan for this situation in advance and consider the following.

The government is requiring this step as an entry back into NORMAL life.

If you do not comply, you may lose the following privileges:

You may not be able to enter restaurants or movie theatres.

You may not be able to enter businesses or carry on business in public.

You may not be able to enter a bank.

You may have certain hours only when you can shop at grocery stores.

You may lose some of your investments.

You may not be able to attend school.

You may not be able to attend church.

You may not be able to attend public sporting events, public performances, or art galleries.

You may not be able to work in any of the above locations.

Every employer might require you carry a certificate and not be immune-compromised.

Please consider what this means to you and your family so we can plan in advance. If you decide that it is a matter of principle, and that you would abstain, then consider what you would do if these scenarios were the case.


"Follow me, and let the dead bury their own dead."  -- Jesus Christ  Matthew 8:22 (NIV)

 

The Weeping Prophet

I will give you the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, who summons you by name. Isaiah 45:3 (NIV).


The Weeping Prophet was the name for the prophet Jeremiah. Yet again we are faced with the making of a prophet entailing hardship, rejection, and disdain. The weeping prophet was thrown into a cistern. He evidently would suffer and it would purify his inner man, making him the prophet that wrote the book of Jeremiah and Lamentations. To be thrown out is something we as Christians all face. To be one with Christ is to be rejected by the world. It is kind of like being picked last in gym. Christians are not looking for worldly popularity, far from it. When we want to know Christ we have to get alone, by ourselves. We have to find out what God thinks of us when no one else is around. The Christian life is not 'Mere Popularity,' although that could be the name of another book written by someone who was not a rejected poet.

C.S. Lewis never gained notoriety as a poet, but when he later became a Christian and turned to writing theology, his writing became well-known. He went on to become one of the great theologians of the faith. But the poet in him revealed a level of prophetic symbolism that would help him write the Chronicles of Narnia, with an archetypal figure, the lion Aslan. He depicted the gospel, and the events in the Bible in a story form that children could now read and comprehend. He had to depict in with symbols and characters.

Although we consider the Bible to be sacred writing, there are depictions of revelation in other novels and poetry as well. In this time, we must consider how much of what is happening is symbolic and in books, media and movies, and how much is happening in our hum-drum day-to-day lives. Jesus could lierally return in a movie, and we would all be watching on the big screen. It is important that we consider the media and fiction are huge influences in what people think and think about. It rivals the supernatural of the first century, now that we have the publishing and movie industries.  These mediums allow us to enact things in a laboratory-like setting. It is contrived, but safer because it is somewhat artificial. 

My conclusion: it stands to reason that there are few men and women on earth who would ask to suffer. Yet we are bettered and purified by martyrdom. We become like essential oils, with the impurities removed. We are now ready for the market, and 100% pure is a claim on our label. 

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But you, most beloved, build yourselves up
in your most holy faith. – Jude 20 (NIV)

Warm up with worship
hands raised, spirit stretching
to the Almighty.
Increase the rhythm of the heart
with the jumping-jacks of praise.
Hop onto the treadmill of the Word
read it, study it
meditate on it, memorize it.
Then it’s down on the floor
for push-ups of confession
abdominal crunches of petition
and, firmly grasping others’ weighty burdens,
bench presses of intercession, set after set.
Up on your feet again for step-ups of listening
then cool down walking in place, silent.
End with a song of thanksgiving
that pours from a well-toned heart.
Now go out to meet the day
your spirit radiating contentment and joy
flexible and strong from its workout
with faith, hope and love.

--Violet Nesdoly

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What is prophecy?

A prophecy is a message that is claimed by a prophet to have been communicated to them by a deity. Such messages typically involve inspiration, interpretation, or revelation of divine will concerning the prophet's social world and events to come (compare divine knowledge).

--Wikipedia

Maimonides suggested that "prophecy is, in truth and reality, an emanation sent forth by Divine Being through the medium of the Active Intellect, in the first instance to man's rational faculty, and then to his imaginative faculty."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prophecy   


What is your definition?

Should prophecy engage the imagination, and if so, how?

Would you respond better to an overt word or a subtle word picture.


"According to Walter Brueggemann, the task of prophetic (Christian) ministry is to nurture, nourish and evoke a consciousness and perception alternative to the consciousness and perception of the dominant culture."

What is prophetic poetry?

Does every poet write from an ideology?


The ocean you find yourself in is oddly familiar, and that is the strange thing about poetry, how it is so solitary, but the realities spoken by the poem are shared by many.

--Onjana Yawnghwe, When Poems Are Rooms

What is a Levitical Ministry?

Beyond the great composers, the authors of the Hymns of the Faith, we have contemporary worship music. It is written by musicians. In the early days of the Bible, these anointed musicians were called Levites. A lot of new worship music is produced today, and featured on Christian radio. This is attracting contemporary society in droves. Worship leaders strive to present music in church settings that is cool, singeable for corporate worship, theologically correct, and an attractive sound. But we are really using worship music as a medium, a means of connecting in an intimate way with our Creator.

Prophetic Quotes

Praise to Jesus, my friends, we seek Him in all ways for all our everything every moment of every day, glory to Jesus! #onourknees my friends, crying out to He who alone is "our refuge & strength," healer & redeemer of ALL the enemy's games, glory to Jesus . . .

– Bruce Marchino, Twitter

No one can pray and worry at the same time. When we worry, we aren’t praying. When we pray, we aren’t worrying. 

–Max Lucado

No matter how dark things become, someone is always with you – and that someone is God. He helps by giving you peace and a positive mental attitude.

–Norman Vincent Peale

In every case, the cries of Christ are not declarations that he believes God has actually left him, but cries for help to a God who he knows is there but cannot hear, see or sense him.

– Brad Jersak

Those who never rebelled against God or at some point in their lives shaken their fists in the face of heaven, have never encountered God at all.

– Catherine Marshall

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence. We need silence to be able to touch souls.

– Mother Teresa

We trumpet our disabilities to God.

– Emily Isaacson

There is a tendency to see divine intervention in things that happen in the normal course of miracles.

– Robert Brault

“There is coming a new wind of my Spirit into the Fraser Valley and the language of this wind will be signs and wonders and dreams and vision (as stated by Acts 2). If my people receive my language in this coming season then they will be able to hear what I am telling them to do. However if they do not know how I speak and value how I speak this wind can blow right by them and they will not even know I am moving.”

– Murray Dueck

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