VISION: DANGEROUS AND RADICALOUS
29TH JUNE 2007
Last night, in prayer, I saw this vision.
I saw two groups of people. To the left were those who had swords in their hands. To the right were those who looked like they ran a brothel.
At the far distance, was a witch. By her wicked power, those on the right, who once lived in a decent home, but suddenly found the maintenance of the home too costly, were lured by her into turning it into a brothel. There were those there who wanted to leave but were trapped.
The group on the left had been told that they must be radical, and ‘put to death’ the powers of the witch, and rescue those, who under the witch’s spell lived in the brothel.
At first, the radical group with sword in hand, did a fine job of rescuing those who were trapped in brothels.
The witch was angry that so many were fearlessly walking away from her clutches, because of the expert swordsmanship of the radicals.
So, she now changed her tactics.
Friday, June 29, 2007
VISION: DANGEROUS AND RADICALOUS
VISION: DANGEROUS AND RADICALOUS
29TH JUNE 2007
Last night, in prayer, I saw this vision.
I saw two groups of people. To the left were those who had swords in their hands. To the right were those who looked like they ran a brothel.
At the far distance, was a witch. By her wicked power, those on the right, who once lived in a decent home, but suddenly found the maintenance of the home too costly, were lured by her into turning it into a brothel. There were those there who wanted to leave but were trapped.
The group on the left had been told that they must be radical, and ‘put to death’ the powers of the witch, and rescue those, who under the witch’s spell lived in the brothel.
At first, the radical group with sword in hand, did a fine job of rescuing those who were trapped in brothels.
The witch was angry that so many were fearlessly walking away from her clutches, because of the expert swordsmanship of the radicals.
So, she now changed her tactics.
She examined the radical group closely and saw that whilst the sword was the strength of this group it was also their weakness. Seeing a chink in their armor, she whispered to the weak in the group, “you must get more radical, and to get more radical, you must get better and sharper swords”.
She would soon change the radicals. She would make them dangerous and radicalous!
Of course, influenced by the weak members in the group, the radicals founded more foundries, and became more radical!
The sword the Lord had given them suddenly seemed too weak to accomplish their new agendas.
They forged new swords in their foundries.
Now, the heat and fire of the foundries, affected their eyes. They did not know that their eyesight was weakening, and hearing being made dull.
In the meanwhile, many residing in the brothel were falling to the ground, because of an epidemic, that was spreading like wildfire, in this abode of ill-repute. Virtue, the antidote to this sickness had been long sold.
Fallen, the sick whispered faintly ‘Dear Lord, help, help, help’. Some tried to walk, others to crawl, they moved hither and thither seeking help, seeking medication. The sickness had made them blind and deaf.
The radicals, in the meanwhile, emerged out of their foundries with their newly forged swords and weakened eyesight, and dulled hearing. They were now bloodthirsty. They heard not the pitiful cry for help or medication by the fallen and killed to their right and killed to their left everything that moved.
At night, by the bonfire, they’d boast, “I killed one, and frightened ten thousand”, another would say, “Ten died at my sword, five seriously.”
The radicals were now killing all that moved past their path, indiscriminately.
One radical not satisfied with knocking down a person, put his foot on the fallen man’s chest, and pierced it repeatedly with his sword.
The fallen man, pointing to the brothel whispered feebly, “help me, and help them to come out of there, we are very sick.”
Deaf to the fallen man’s plea, the radical continued hitting him. “You guys from the brothel, you deserve to die, die, die!”
“Take that and that and that”, said the radical, plunging his sword into the fallen man’s heart.
Horrified, a young man passing by stopped and asked the radical, “How dead do you want this fallen man to be?”
“Who are you? Do I know you anymore?” asked the pained young man of the radical.
This young man, a member of the radical group, had been away fighting with the original sword, when he returned to the camp he saw the new weapons, and the ground all around him, on which lay those slain by the newly forged swords. He was horrified, these were the people, they had been sent to save from the witch’s clutches!
This so disturbed the young man, he ran to warn his team members who were fighting night and day elsewhere, rescuing the poor and the needy, with the original swords. Immediately, they held on tightly to their God Given sword and separated themselves from the radicalous. These would continue to do all that God Had Called them to do, with astounding success.
Next:
I saw the White Dove above in the sky, surveying the death toll of those who had died by the newly forged swords.
The White Dove Breathed down upon those slain, and they immediately rose to their feet, cured and reformed, just as they’d prayed they would be. The swords that the radicals had put away, were now placed in the hands of these and the mandate they had been given was taken away and given to these upon whom, the White Dove had breathed.
When the radicalous repented and saw the error of their ways, and put away their newly forged swords, they would be restored.
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
29TH JUNE 2007
Last night, in prayer, I saw this vision.
I saw two groups of people. To the left were those who had swords in their hands. To the right were those who looked like they ran a brothel.
At the far distance, was a witch. By her wicked power, those on the right, who once lived in a decent home, but suddenly found the maintenance of the home too costly, were lured by her into turning it into a brothel. There were those there who wanted to leave but were trapped.
The group on the left had been told that they must be radical, and ‘put to death’ the powers of the witch, and rescue those, who under the witch’s spell lived in the brothel.
At first, the radical group with sword in hand, did a fine job of rescuing those who were trapped in brothels.
The witch was angry that so many were fearlessly walking away from her clutches, because of the expert swordsmanship of the radicals.
So, she now changed her tactics.
She examined the radical group closely and saw that whilst the sword was the strength of this group it was also their weakness. Seeing a chink in their armor, she whispered to the weak in the group, “you must get more radical, and to get more radical, you must get better and sharper swords”.
She would soon change the radicals. She would make them dangerous and radicalous!
Of course, influenced by the weak members in the group, the radicals founded more foundries, and became more radical!
The sword the Lord had given them suddenly seemed too weak to accomplish their new agendas.
They forged new swords in their foundries.
Now, the heat and fire of the foundries, affected their eyes. They did not know that their eyesight was weakening, and hearing being made dull.
In the meanwhile, many residing in the brothel were falling to the ground, because of an epidemic, that was spreading like wildfire, in this abode of ill-repute. Virtue, the antidote to this sickness had been long sold.
Fallen, the sick whispered faintly ‘Dear Lord, help, help, help’. Some tried to walk, others to crawl, they moved hither and thither seeking help, seeking medication. The sickness had made them blind and deaf.
The radicals, in the meanwhile, emerged out of their foundries with their newly forged swords and weakened eyesight, and dulled hearing. They were now bloodthirsty. They heard not the pitiful cry for help or medication by the fallen and killed to their right and killed to their left everything that moved.
At night, by the bonfire, they’d boast, “I killed one, and frightened ten thousand”, another would say, “Ten died at my sword, five seriously.”
The radicals were now killing all that moved past their path, indiscriminately.
One radical not satisfied with knocking down a person, put his foot on the fallen man’s chest, and pierced it repeatedly with his sword.
The fallen man, pointing to the brothel whispered feebly, “help me, and help them to come out of there, we are very sick.”
Deaf to the fallen man’s plea, the radical continued hitting him. “You guys from the brothel, you deserve to die, die, die!”
“Take that and that and that”, said the radical, plunging his sword into the fallen man’s heart.
Horrified, a young man passing by stopped and asked the radical, “How dead do you want this fallen man to be?”
“Who are you? Do I know you anymore?” asked the pained young man of the radical.
This young man, a member of the radical group, had been away fighting with the original sword, when he returned to the camp he saw the new weapons, and the ground all around him, on which lay those slain by the newly forged swords. He was horrified, these were the people, they had been sent to save from the witch’s clutches!
This so disturbed the young man, he ran to warn his team members who were fighting night and day elsewhere, rescuing the poor and the needy, with the original swords. Immediately, they held on tightly to their God Given sword and separated themselves from the radicalous. These would continue to do all that God Had Called them to do, with astounding success.
Next:
I saw the White Dove above in the sky, surveying the death toll of those who had died by the newly forged swords.
The White Dove Breathed down upon those slain, and they immediately rose to their feet, cured and reformed, just as they’d prayed they would be. The swords that the radicals had put away, were now placed in the hands of these and the mandate they had been given was taken away and given to these upon whom, the White Dove had breathed.
When the radicalous repented and saw the error of their ways, and put away their newly forged swords, they would be restored.
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Vision: What Do Visions Do
VISION: WHAT DO VISIONS DO?
28TH JUNE 2007
Weeks ago, I asked the Lord, “Lord what do visions do? How do they benefit the Church?”
I received a vision in reply.
I saw a beautiful woman, sitting with a pile of visions, in a small but cozy home. The windows were open and there was a gentle breeze, caressing the white transparent curtains.
She had before her a pile of visions, specifically sent to her from the Lord.
“Eat,” Said the Lord.
In obedience, she ate and relished the delicious taste of the visions.
Now as she opened her mouth, a continual flow of pearls, jewels, precious stones came forth from her mouth.
Immediately seeing how rich a treasure there was before her, she was eager to guard it. Quickly, she gathered all the treasures in a treasure chest and went around the house securing it, closing every entry through which a thief could come in and steal her treasures.
I then saw the woman kneel, by her bed, on which she had laid out all the treasures, so she could examine them.
She marveled at their beauty, and examined every facet of the precious stones. The more she examined the treasures, the more her joy increased. Each time she looked at the jewels, they appeared weightier, more beautiful and more valuable. The depth of color in the sapphires, the beauty of the pearls, the purity of the skillfully worked gold jewelry, the rich colors of the precious stones, all amazed her.
She suddenly realized that she was a very, very, very, rich woman. Richer than she had first thought, when she saw the great wealth of treasure.
Filled with great joy and excitement, the woman now threw her arms up in praise and danced before God.
As she twirled, with her arms held up, as high as they would go, she laughed.
“He Wants to enrich me, He Wants to enrich me, He Wants to enrich me,” she sang as she danced.
As she gracefully twirled and sang and danced, she heard the sounds of more visions in the house. She understood in her spirit, that this would be His pattern. She would receive more visions and eat them, and more precious jewels would continually come forth from her mouth.
Then she looked at her small but cozy home, filling up with treasures, and she laughed some more. She saw that she would soon be running out of space, to store the treasures.
“He has Plans to prosper me, He has Plans to prosper me, He has Plans to prosper me.
He’s Going to enlarge me, He’s Going to enlarge me, He’s Going to enlarge me,” she sang and shouted aloud.
The young woman laughed, danced and sang, filled with joy and an inner peace and blessed assurance.
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
28TH JUNE 2007
Weeks ago, I asked the Lord, “Lord what do visions do? How do they benefit the Church?”
I received a vision in reply.
I saw a beautiful woman, sitting with a pile of visions, in a small but cozy home. The windows were open and there was a gentle breeze, caressing the white transparent curtains.
She had before her a pile of visions, specifically sent to her from the Lord.
“Eat,” Said the Lord.
In obedience, she ate and relished the delicious taste of the visions.
Now as she opened her mouth, a continual flow of pearls, jewels, precious stones came forth from her mouth.
Immediately seeing how rich a treasure there was before her, she was eager to guard it. Quickly, she gathered all the treasures in a treasure chest and went around the house securing it, closing every entry through which a thief could come in and steal her treasures.
I then saw the woman kneel, by her bed, on which she had laid out all the treasures, so she could examine them.
She marveled at their beauty, and examined every facet of the precious stones. The more she examined the treasures, the more her joy increased. Each time she looked at the jewels, they appeared weightier, more beautiful and more valuable. The depth of color in the sapphires, the beauty of the pearls, the purity of the skillfully worked gold jewelry, the rich colors of the precious stones, all amazed her.
She suddenly realized that she was a very, very, very, rich woman. Richer than she had first thought, when she saw the great wealth of treasure.
Filled with great joy and excitement, the woman now threw her arms up in praise and danced before God.
As she twirled, with her arms held up, as high as they would go, she laughed.
“He Wants to enrich me, He Wants to enrich me, He Wants to enrich me,” she sang as she danced.
As she gracefully twirled and sang and danced, she heard the sounds of more visions in the house. She understood in her spirit, that this would be His pattern. She would receive more visions and eat them, and more precious jewels would continually come forth from her mouth.
Then she looked at her small but cozy home, filling up with treasures, and she laughed some more. She saw that she would soon be running out of space, to store the treasures.
“He has Plans to prosper me, He has Plans to prosper me, He has Plans to prosper me.
He’s Going to enlarge me, He’s Going to enlarge me, He’s Going to enlarge me,” she sang and shouted aloud.
The young woman laughed, danced and sang, filled with joy and an inner peace and blessed assurance.
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
Vision: What Do Visions Do
VISION: WHAT DO VISIONS DO?
28TH JUNE 2007
Weeks ago, I asked the Lord, “Lord what do visions do? How do they benefit the Church?”
I received a vision in reply.
I saw a beautiful woman, sitting with a pile of visions, in a small but cozy home. The windows were open and there was a gentle breeze, caressing the white transparent curtains.
She had before her a pile of visions, specifically sent to her from the Lord.
“Eat,” Said the Lord.
In obedience, she ate and relished the delicious taste of the visions.
Now as she opened her mouth, a continual flow of pearls, jewels, precious stones came forth from her mouth.
Immediately seeing how rich a treasure there was before her, she was eager to guard it. Quickly, she gathered all the treasures in a treasure chest and went around the house securing it, closing every entry through which a thief could come in and steal her treasures.
I then saw the woman kneel, by her bed, on which she had laid out all the treasures, so she could examine them.
She marveled at their beauty, and examined every facet of the precious stones. The more she examined the treasures, the more her joy increased. Each time she looked at the jewels, they appeared weightier, more beautiful and more valuable. The depth of color in the sapphires, the beauty of the pearls, the purity of the skillfully worked gold jewelry, the rich colors of the precious stones, all amazed her.
She suddenly realized that she was a very, very, very, rich woman. Richer than she had first thought, when she saw the great wealth of treasure.
Filled with great joy and excitement, the woman now threw her arms up in praise and danced before God.
As she twirled, with her arms held up, as high as they would go, she laughed.
“He Wants to enrich me, He Wants to enrich me, He Wants to enrich me,” she sang as she danced.
As she gracefully twirled and sang and danced, she heard the sounds of more visions in the house. She understood in her spirit, that this would be His pattern. She would receive more visions and eat them, and more precious jewels would continually come forth from her mouth.
Then she looked at her small but cozy home, filling up with treasures, and she laughed some more. She saw that she would soon be running out of space, to store the treasures.
“He has Plans to prosper me, He has Plans to prosper me, He has Plans to prosper me.
He’s Going to enlarge me, He’s Going to enlarge me, He’s Going to enlarge me,” she sang and shouted aloud.
The young woman laughed, danced and sang, filled with joy and an inner peace and blessed assurance.
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
28TH JUNE 2007
Weeks ago, I asked the Lord, “Lord what do visions do? How do they benefit the Church?”
I received a vision in reply.
I saw a beautiful woman, sitting with a pile of visions, in a small but cozy home. The windows were open and there was a gentle breeze, caressing the white transparent curtains.
She had before her a pile of visions, specifically sent to her from the Lord.
“Eat,” Said the Lord.
In obedience, she ate and relished the delicious taste of the visions.
Now as she opened her mouth, a continual flow of pearls, jewels, precious stones came forth from her mouth.
Immediately seeing how rich a treasure there was before her, she was eager to guard it. Quickly, she gathered all the treasures in a treasure chest and went around the house securing it, closing every entry through which a thief could come in and steal her treasures.
I then saw the woman kneel, by her bed, on which she had laid out all the treasures, so she could examine them.
She marveled at their beauty, and examined every facet of the precious stones. The more she examined the treasures, the more her joy increased. Each time she looked at the jewels, they appeared weightier, more beautiful and more valuable. The depth of color in the sapphires, the beauty of the pearls, the purity of the skillfully worked gold jewelry, the rich colors of the precious stones, all amazed her.
She suddenly realized that she was a very, very, very, rich woman. Richer than she had first thought, when she saw the great wealth of treasure.
Filled with great joy and excitement, the woman now threw her arms up in praise and danced before God.
As she twirled, with her arms held up, as high as they would go, she laughed.
“He Wants to enrich me, He Wants to enrich me, He Wants to enrich me,” she sang as she danced.
As she gracefully twirled and sang and danced, she heard the sounds of more visions in the house. She understood in her spirit, that this would be His pattern. She would receive more visions and eat them, and more precious jewels would continually come forth from her mouth.
Then she looked at her small but cozy home, filling up with treasures, and she laughed some more. She saw that she would soon be running out of space, to store the treasures.
“He has Plans to prosper me, He has Plans to prosper me, He has Plans to prosper me.
He’s Going to enlarge me, He’s Going to enlarge me, He’s Going to enlarge me,” she sang and shouted aloud.
The young woman laughed, danced and sang, filled with joy and an inner peace and blessed assurance.
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Vision: Wordsmith Avenue
VISION: WORDSMITH AVENUE
27TH June 2007
Some days ago, I saw this vision.
I saw a long road that stretched as far as the eye could see. I saw a young girl gamboling down the avenue wearing a pretty white frock.
The road she was prancing along on was called WORDSMITH AVENUE.
She walked from No.1 Wordsmith Avenue to number 6
She was fascinated by the wordsmiths, who upon their anvils were hammering out words. There were calligraphists churning out poetry and pretty verses and lyrics. They were working night and day, industriously and diligently.
The young girl was enamored by the pretty life-like pictures of angels and heavenly beings. The artists on the avenue told her they were making for her a family portrait of her lost family members. The wordsmiths could take any written word, and hammer it into the shape and size that the customer demanded. The poets wrote ‘deep’ poetry that could transport the reader on an ‘adventure in no-man’s land’.
The little girl entertained herself and ordered for herself words and poems and family portraits, which tickled her fancy. The entire avenue was busy churning out words.
After a while she became bored, so she walked on.
She entered phase 2 of Wordsmith Avenue, No. 6 to 66
Here she was fascinated by the seemingly unlimited choices of varied doctrines, theology, concepts, comparative religions, meditations, levitations, transcendental pontifications etc.They had engraved How-To manuals, and the runaway best-seller, How-To-Construct-Your-Own-Doctrine. It was a very attractive looking jigsaw puzzle.
Now this little girl in the pretty white frock was totally absorbed in all she saw and read. These wordsmiths were so clever with words! They looked so intelligent and knowledgeable. The Book her Father had Given her now seemed so insufficient. She took the Book, and asked the wordsmiths to add it to the fancy words, pictures and puzzles, they had just hammered out exclusively for her, and bind it tightly together. Now well pleased with her new acquisition, she carried on walking further.
The weight of the book now was much too much for her. She found a rope and dragged the book, along the road. She was tired, she was thirsty, she was hungry. Her Father had told her that all the food and water was hidden in the Book. She sat in a corner and tried to open the Book, but now she had forgotten which of the pages were from the original Book, and which were additions. As she put some pages in her mouth, some turned to serpents, some to eels, other to gravel.
Horrified, she spat out the mouthful of stones and in distaste and horror, and threw off the snakes and the eels.“ How can my Father do this to me?” wondered the little girl."I am tired, I am weary, I am distressed, and now I am heart-broken to know that my own Father would feed me such things! How can I trust Him now about all the other things He promised?”
A large number of wordsmiths came to console her. “Yes, fathers can’t be trusted these days”, you can't believe a word they say!"
The little girl was feeling faint now. She looked at the end of the avenue and thought she would find a way home, out of there from this end, instead of walking all the way back. She wanted to confront her Father for all the 'wrong' He had done to her and all the 'false' promises He had made to her, when she had done all she could, to be on her best behavior to please Him.
27TH June 2007
Some days ago, I saw this vision.
I saw a long road that stretched as far as the eye could see. I saw a young girl gamboling down the avenue wearing a pretty white frock.
The road she was prancing along on was called WORDSMITH AVENUE.
She walked from No.1 Wordsmith Avenue to number 6
She was fascinated by the wordsmiths, who upon their anvils were hammering out words. There were calligraphists churning out poetry and pretty verses and lyrics. They were working night and day, industriously and diligently.
The young girl was enamored by the pretty life-like pictures of angels and heavenly beings. The artists on the avenue told her they were making for her a family portrait of her lost family members. The wordsmiths could take any written word, and hammer it into the shape and size that the customer demanded. The poets wrote ‘deep’ poetry that could transport the reader on an ‘adventure in no-man’s land’.
The little girl entertained herself and ordered for herself words and poems and family portraits, which tickled her fancy. The entire avenue was busy churning out words.
After a while she became bored, so she walked on.
She entered phase 2 of Wordsmith Avenue, No. 6 to 66
Here she was fascinated by the seemingly unlimited choices of varied doctrines, theology, concepts, comparative religions, meditations, levitations, transcendental pontifications etc.They had engraved How-To manuals, and the runaway best-seller, How-To-Construct-Your-Own-Doctrine. It was a very attractive looking jigsaw puzzle.
Now this little girl in the pretty white frock was totally absorbed in all she saw and read. These wordsmiths were so clever with words! They looked so intelligent and knowledgeable. The Book her Father had Given her now seemed so insufficient. She took the Book, and asked the wordsmiths to add it to the fancy words, pictures and puzzles, they had just hammered out exclusively for her, and bind it tightly together. Now well pleased with her new acquisition, she carried on walking further.
The weight of the book now was much too much for her. She found a rope and dragged the book, along the road. She was tired, she was thirsty, she was hungry. Her Father had told her that all the food and water was hidden in the Book. She sat in a corner and tried to open the Book, but now she had forgotten which of the pages were from the original Book, and which were additions. As she put some pages in her mouth, some turned to serpents, some to eels, other to gravel.
Horrified, she spat out the mouthful of stones and in distaste and horror, and threw off the snakes and the eels.“ How can my Father do this to me?” wondered the little girl."I am tired, I am weary, I am distressed, and now I am heart-broken to know that my own Father would feed me such things! How can I trust Him now about all the other things He promised?”
A large number of wordsmiths came to console her. “Yes, fathers can’t be trusted these days”, you can't believe a word they say!"
The little girl was feeling faint now. She looked at the end of the avenue and thought she would find a way home, out of there from this end, instead of walking all the way back. She wanted to confront her Father for all the 'wrong' He had done to her and all the 'false' promises He had made to her, when she had done all she could, to be on her best behavior to please Him.
Vision: Wordsmith Avenue
VISION: WORDSMITH AVENUE
27TH June 2007
Some days ago, I saw this vision.
I saw a long road that stretched as far as the eye could see. I saw a young girl gamboling down the avenue wearing a pretty white frock.
The road she was prancing along on was called WORDSMITH AVENUE.
She walked from No.1 Wordsmith Avenue to number 6
She was fascinated by the wordsmiths, who upon their anvils were hammering out words. There were calligraphists churning out poetry and pretty verses and lyrics. They were working night and day, industriously and diligently.
The young girl was enamored by the pretty life-like pictures of angels and heavenly beings. The artists on the avenue told her they were making for her a family portrait of her lost family members. The wordsmiths could take any written word, and hammer it into the shape and size that the customer demanded. The poets wrote ‘deep’ poetry that could transport the reader on an ‘adventure in no-man’s land’.
The little girl entertained herself and ordered for herself words and poems and family portraits, which tickled her fancy. The entire avenue was busy churning out words.
After a while she became bored, so she walked on.
She entered phase 2 of Wordsmith Avenue, No. 6 to 66
Here she was fascinated by the seemingly unlimited choices of varied doctrines, theology, concepts, comparative religions, meditations, levitations, transcendental pontifications etc.They had engraved How-To manuals, and the runaway best-seller, How-To-Construct-Your-Own-Doctrine. It was a very attractive looking jigsaw puzzle.
Now this little girl in the pretty white frock was totally absorbed in all she saw and read. These wordsmiths were so clever with words! They looked so intelligent and knowledgeable. The Book her Father had Given her now seemed so insufficient. She took the Book, and asked the wordsmiths to add it to the fancy words, pictures and puzzles, they had just hammered out exclusively for her, and bind it tightly together. Now well pleased with her new acquisition, she carried on walking further.
The weight of the book now was much too much for her. She found a rope and dragged the book, along the road. She was tired, she was thirsty, she was hungry. Her Father had told her that all the food and water was hidden in the Book. She sat in a corner and tried to open the Book, but now she had forgotten which of the pages were from the original Book, and which were additions. As she put some pages in her mouth, some turned to serpents, some to eels, other to gravel.
Horrified, she spat out the mouthful of stones and in distaste and horror, and threw off the snakes and the eels.“ How can my Father do this to me?” wondered the little girl."I am tired, I am weary, I am distressed, and now I am heart-broken to know that my own Father would feed me such things! How can I trust Him now about all the other things He promised?”
A large number of wordsmiths came to console her. “Yes, fathers can’t be trusted these days”, you can't believe a word they say!"
The little girl was feeling faint now. She looked at the end of the avenue and thought she would find a way home, out of there from this end, instead of walking all the way back. She wanted to confront her Father for all the 'wrong' He had done to her and all the 'false' promises He had made to her, when she had done all she could, to be on her best behavior to please Him.
The little girl was slowly leaving phase 2 of the avenue and was now facing phase 3 Nos. 66 to 666.
The girl was now faint with hunger and thirst. Everything was whirling around her. She was feeling giddy. The scorching sun was piercing her skin. Suddenly the clouds became dark, and a heavy shower of rain fell upon her. All her pain and weariness was gone. She opened wide her mouth towards the sky and she was filled with nourishment. She then shook her head, the rain water on her hair, sprinkled the book she was dragging. All attachments, now with the rain water on it were a horrific sight.
The 'family portrait' and pictures of 'pretty angels’ were demons and snakes and all things hideous and creepy crawly in the work of the wordsmiths. Because of the rain upon her, the artworks of the wordsmiths could not touch her to harm her. She could now distinguish between the original Book her Father had given her, from all the additions that the wordsmiths had made.
On the ground now lay the Book, in the original form as her Father had given to her. She opened it and it was full of gifts and nourishment. She was ashamed. Her Father she now remembered was as always, Faithful.
The little girl now carefully examined all she could see and hear from a distance, of phase 3 of the avenue---Nos. 66 to 666.
She heard from afar horrible words that sounded like blasphemies against her Father, emanating from phase3 of the avenue. She heard someone practising mimicking her Father’s Voice, a great distance away, at the tail end of the avenue.
Leaving all else behind, with just her Father’s Book, clutched tightly in her hand, held close to her chest, she turned and fled the avenue at great speed. As this little girl ran, holding on to her precious Book, I saw that every step she took to flee away from the avenue, she grew in stature and beauty. Her face shone with brightness.
I saw here a rapidly growing girl, boldly and fearlessly and with great determination, running past the clutches of poets, the artists, the intellectuals, the wordsmiths. By the time she completely stepped out of the Wordsmith Avenue, she would have grown into a fine beautiful young woman.
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Vision: Swans On The Golden Island
VISION: SWANS ON THE GOLDEN ISLAND
26TH JUNE 2007
5.35 P.M.
A few minutes ago I saw this vision:
I saw a bevy of swans gliding beautifully in very narrow straits. As they kept moving I saw that all these swans were now, suddenly deep into the ocean. They looked like they were as normal, gliding on the water.
I saw them pass many freight ships, and other old rusty looking ships. No matter which ship the swans passed by, there were crew members on the ship, looking down, mocking them.
“Go back”, they sniggered, “what are you doing in the middle of the ocean, this ain’t no place for you. The sea is for us big ships.”
Some seamen sniggered, “Come up here, we’ll give you a job on the ship.” Another said, “I have a beautiful golden cage, come up here and be my pet”.
Most seamen heckled the swans and threw rotten eggs on them.
Whilst the majority of the swans did not even bother to look up at the seamen, the cygnets who were hit by the rotten eggs, for a split moment looked up, hurt that the seamen should treat them this way. The older swans though did not let the younger ones linger; they helped them wash off the filth thrown at them, and kept moving.
26TH JUNE 2007
5.35 P.M.
A few minutes ago I saw this vision:
I saw a bevy of swans gliding beautifully in very narrow straits. As they kept moving I saw that all these swans were now, suddenly deep into the ocean. They looked like they were as normal, gliding on the water.
I saw them pass many freight ships, and other old rusty looking ships. No matter which ship the swans passed by, there were crew members on the ship, looking down, mocking them.
“Go back”, they sniggered, “what are you doing in the middle of the ocean, this ain’t no place for you. The sea is for us big ships.”
Some seamen sniggered, “Come up here, we’ll give you a job on the ship.” Another said, “I have a beautiful golden cage, come up here and be my pet”.
Most seamen heckled the swans and threw rotten eggs on them.
Whilst the majority of the swans did not even bother to look up at the seamen, the cygnets who were hit by the rotten eggs, for a split moment looked up, hurt that the seamen should treat them this way. The older swans though did not let the younger ones linger; they helped them wash off the filth thrown at them, and kept moving.
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