2009 03 20
"We The People"
Vision:
I woke up at around 5:30 this morning as I was shown a white, ball point pen. It was so white that it looked like porcelain. On the pen horizontally, were written the first few sentences of the preamble to the constitution, “We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union…” Written around the end of the pen was the word ‘margin’.
The Letters of the Words were shining black, like patent leather shoes.
Then the color began to change from white to gray and the letters of the words began to dim and became harder and harder to read, until finally the letters were the same color gray as the pen and they disappeared.
In the beginning we knew exactly who we were and what we stood for within The Margin of The Holiness of Our God. As time went on, who we were originally and what this country stood for began to become confused. Until now we stand for nothing---Men of God came to this country in order to escape religious imprisonment. Men that wanted to live their lives for their God and wanted to establish a government that served the people and not the ‘heads’ of state.
Now we have become worse than what we originally escaped from.
Now, “We the People”, have become imprisoned with no seeming way of escape.
Is there another land that we can go to, to begin again? I think Not!
Who are we? What do we stand for? Are we united? Who is our god?
How can we go on in this manner without self-destructing?
Who holds the pen now that writes the words of our covenants with each other and with other men? Who is dictating what is to be written? Where are the words coming from now that are establishing the basis of this country's values? Who is leading this country? Where is it going?
How could we have become so blind?
“This has occurred because of the comforts of the blessings that I have bestowed upon this nation. This nation was to be ‘My Crowning Glory’. This new nation was to show the rest of the world how ‘My People’ can take care of others. This new nation was to ‘Represent Me’ and ‘How I Love My People’. Now I have become ashamed of your behavior and I cannot say that you represent My Heart any longer.
Your government has failed Me. You write ‘In God We Trust’ on your currency, which is exactly correct---your currency has become your god!
Who are you? I don’t know you? I keep calling for you but I don’t recognize the voices that I hear. Where is that country that I once loved and that loved Me? Are you still there? Is that you that is covered in that gray fog that I see? Have I lost you forever?
No! All is not lost. You can come back to me and I will save you. Begin to call upon Me and look to Me for Your Salvation and I will become Your God again.
We have much to show the world. I have not changed My Mind. I still want to Love Through You. I still want you to Represent Me. All is not lost. I can cleanse your land and make it new again if that is your desire. I will cleanse the land and begin again if I only have a few that still love Me and want Me to be Their God, but remember---
As you clean your house, you remove the trash---
As you restore a house that is need of repair, old parts have to be removed that no longer work in order to replace them with the new.
Sometimes floors and walls and even foundations have to be removed and replaced in order that the new, more sturdy construction can be applied.
And when your roof is being replaced, do not become frightened, for you will see things during the cleansing and reconstruction that you never thought that you would ever see, but I Will Protect You.
What you witness may seem to you as destruction, may even appear to be a war zone from the angle that you are seeing it, but it is Only Me, doing what I have to do in order to Save My People and Cleanse My Land.
Look - take a deep breath in the fresh clean air - The reconstruction will stop, the dust will settle once more and the air will become clean again.”
Vision:The vision that I see now is that of just a few people coming from different parts of the land. Coming forth out of their hiding places into a new land. As they first appear on the scene, I see only gray ash with small fires still burning in the distance, but as more and more people begin to come out from their hiding places, grass begins to grow, rivers, crystal clear rivers, begin to flow as the sun begins to rise in the distance. I hear bird songs in the new growth of trees and the people are no longer afraid.
The white porcelain pen appears again - very, very white - and begins to write---
“We the People, In order to form a more perfect union, In order to Represent A Holy God have risen from the ashes, of death and destruction to become new, as the phoenix. To begin again, to walk In Your Glory as One with You and with each other.
To give where there is need and to take where there is need.
To share what we have been given in order that we may receive again.
We will not take more than we need as it will spoil and grow worms.
Our concern will be for each other and not for our selves, as we grow as One Within Our God, as individuals, although, indivisible, helping each other, more than we help ourselves on Our Journey Into His Completeness, His Oneness…”
Born Again
