VISION: THE PARALYTICS’ MOVEMENTS

VISION: THE PARALYTICS’ MOVEMENTS

2nd May.06

Since the last couple of days this vision keeps recurring so I would like to write it down.

I saw a sleepy little town in America. There were little shops, the florist, a café etc. People out in the streets, were wearing clothes dating back to the 50’s era.
The women looked prim and proper in their fifties’ dresses and little white gloves. There was some music being played in the café, and outside many of the men, women and children were dancing to that, in the streets. Each danced as they pleased. Some danced the fox trot, others the jive etc.

There was a huge warehouse north of it and suddenly a long Conveyor Belt brought forth a Consignment of what appeared to be Cardboard Mats. The people asked an employee of the warehouse, what these Cardboard Mats really were.

The man replied that they were actually ‘DANCE MOVEMENT ‘ Mats. People were intrigued, but there were older folk, (who did not partake in the dance) , standing afar off scratching their chins, looking unconvinced.

People started taking these Cardboard Mats, laying them on the ground, and they started dancing on it in groups. The Cardboard Mats when laid on the ground actually looked like black (sponge like) slabs of concrete. The Cardboard, with the dancers on it, moved and at times it even looked like a flying carpet. It was like a transcendental/ levitation movement.

This large warehouse, located in town, was as large as a Hangar, and was apparently the ‘mother’ store of all the branches that were once all over America. These branches/ warehouses had long since closed down.
Only this ‘mother’ store was now operating.

Next I saw a giant conveyor belt slice through the map of America, from top to bottom, and moved through a center line across the nation. Though no warehouses were re-opened this Conveyor Belt became the sole supplier of ‘DANCE MOVEMENT’ Mats. Many grabbed these mats and danced on them. They seemed to have traveled from all over the country, just to get these mats.

Those who had been dancing awhile, on these Cardboard Mats, became oblivious of the icy fog over them. There was poor visibility. The dancers were oblivious too, of the dark figures, wearing black balaclavas, who came and deftly fitted the tabs and folded the cardboard into neat cartons/boxes and taped it shut and labeled it.
Each label carried weird names like Monday Movement, Tuesday Movement, Nut cake Movement, Fruitcake Movement etc.
Being cramped inside the boxes, some were suffocated and many wearily fell asleep.

Then the time changed. We were now in 2006.

These boxes were now being brought in to a large warehouse at a Port. The doors to the warehouse were open when suddenly an angel appeared outside the door, and there was a great light. The Angel spoke to the people sealed in the box that was being wheeled in by the porter. The porter could not hear or see the Angel. This box was on the verge of being wheeled in when the Angel intervened. He explained the deception, to the people yet sealed in the box. They could not see the Angel, only hear him. The Angel clearly stated, that they could come out of the box, only if they chose to. The leader inside the box urged the people within, and the Angel opened the box and those trapped within came out. They were cramped and could barely move.

The leader and his people were now on a mission to get as many people out of the boxes. But they could’nt unless those trapped within the boxes chose to come out. This freed group stood near the boxes and tapped on them. Some replied that they did’nt want to come out as they were going on a journey and were just waiting to be shipped out in luxury liners. Others said they were too sleepy and were not to be disturbed. These boxed people did not realize that the cartons were carelessly piled up in the warehouse, situated at the docks, and were actually going to be dumped in the sea.

The Angel in the meanwhile pasted a Notice on the warehouse, it read CONDEMNED.
The leader and his group ran and hurriedly brought out all the boxes from the warehouse, which would at a specified time be blown up.

The Leader and his group worked hard and did manage to free some who chose to come out. Pushing the porter aside, and opening the sealed and labeled cartons, they freed those who chose to come out, but the boxes full of people who refused to come out, were just laid safely away from the warehouse. The leader and his group, hoped that someday, either the rain would wash away the cardboard and release the people but if they still continued to sleep, the sea waves would drag them in, and if they were alive, they’d have to swim.

I kept seeing BOX AND LABEL BOX AND LABEL BOX AND LABEL.

1 Corinthians 3:18-23
Let no man deceive himself. If any man among you seemeth to be wise in this world, let him become a fool, that he may be wise.
For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, He taketh the wise in their own craftiness.

And again, The Lord knoweth the thoughts of the wise, that they are vain.
Therefore let no man glory in men. For all things are your's;
Whether Paul, or Apollos, or Cephas, or the world, or life, or death, or things present, or things to come; all are your's;
And ye are Christ's; and Christ is God's.


What I believe the Lord is saying to America: There are far too many people, lusting after ‘Movements’. Go with the Move of God, and do not be swept away by movements. Arrogance, pride, a constant lust for ‘new things’, man-focus, and hunger and thirst for the man-made, is leading many Christians in America, who are addicted to thrill-seeking, to be swept off their feet.

‘Movements’ in the short-term seem exhilarating, but in the long run will paralyze their members, and endanger their lives.
American religious mindsets are boxed and labeled, boxed and labeled, boxed and labeled.

You, box-lovers, Praise God for He has yet given you the choice. You can yet come out of those boxes.
What will you choose?

BOMBAY-INDIA
SWARNA JHA