Born Ready
Observations in the furnace, before the receipts arrive.
Born ready. For what, you may ask? To be refined to the bone, down to the very marrow. That is my personal purgative. Moreover, in poetic but very real terms, I would like my dry bones to come alive indeed, to be ignited, so to speak, even when walking in the valley of the shadow of death. Sounds wild? Perhaps a bit mad? I do believe dead things can come alive and will do so according to the will and behest of the Most High. Unto us, the privilege of tuning into an omnipotent frequency is afforded. Surely, if you have ears to hear and eyes to see, you can believe this, not just for yourself, but for your surroundings, your trajectory, and your very being.
Father and son. In worship and in prayer. From the archives (audio).
Resurrection is not a myth of old; behold, it has a new fragrance, a new Song of Songs. Sort of like new wine that tastes so good it must be aged. Not merely a singular person being raised from the dead, but whole constellations coming alive again. Even whilst typing this, I am aware of it. We can now recognise the unified voice calling us out onto the deep, very familiar, a friend of yours, I truly do hope. If not, the rocks will tell you as well. It is not like creation is out of tune with its Creator.
Get acquainted with the Saviour walking in the garden. Returning to Eden should be our mandate. Although we left our sanctuary desolate, our Saviour did not; actually, He prepared a place for us. Let the power of the Holy Ghost lead you back to true communion, divine encounter, face2face reckoning. Again, if we choose to receive from above, look to the heavens, the miraculous becomes our portion. If our posture is not dreaming crazy, then what are we even doing? Seeing is believing, so let us be of a sound mind. Refining is not just an option; it is through that we finally see, the veil being torn right before our gaze.
This is not fiction. I myself have been pruned now for the last few years especially. Whether it be Jew or Gentile eroding me to my core, the Lord of Hosts makes it fruitful. He makes all things work out for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose. It has felt barren, partly due to my own lapses of judgement. I have been going in circles around the same ancient walls, and even that, I believe, God will turn into a living testimony. At the end of the day, I could just say I was scaling the enemy camp, and He would let me have the glory when, not if, the walls tumble down. It has already started. Can you see it?
The burning is beautiful. The very fragrance shakes the foundations before we even attempt to do anything in our own strength. Whilst still in the furnace, I have come to share some key insights with anyone who would care to listen, believers especially. I will try to reveal what I can see from my vantage point. Deploy as you wish. If the eyes of our hearts are open, we can likely see the heist already in motion, but from now onwards, we will know where to look.
Three frequency decoders went live today.
excalibur.no — Drawing with Words.
ovaltable.no — Drawing with Sound.
atoms.no — Drawing with Atoms.
One input. Three readings. Multiple witnesses.
The pen we wield is our sword. The words we spell are proclamations.
Contemporary Intelligence System. Equipping believers. Part 2 dropping imminently. Three decoders live in motion. The receipts.