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The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams Forward to the “Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams.” In the autumn of 1986 I had a very short dream. When the dream began, I was sitting at a large table that looked as if it had been hewn from great logs. The top was very smooth from use. Jesus, the only other occupant at the table, handed me a large, dusty gray hardback book and said, “I am commissioning you to write this book. Entitle it, “The Forgotten Prophets Book of Dreams.” Approximately one year later a prophet, who knew nothing at all about the dream, prophesied that it was time to start writing the book that the Lord had asked me to write. Only a few evenings later an anointing overshadowed me. I became anxious, and then an audible voice said, “Abernathy went for a walk.” I was so puzzled by this statement that I forgot about being anxious. The same audible voice soon chided me because I had been anxious and then said, “Write this down” and then began quoting the first poem in this book which begins, “Behold the long hills of life…” When the poem’s recitation had ended, I received an impression that more poems would come and that I wasn’t to give them titles. I went to visit the prophet who had recently told me it was time to begin writing. When I told him that the Lord had said, “Abernathy went for a walk,” his immediate response was that the Lord had called me Abernathy because I was trying to figure out with my intellect what could only be revealed by His Spirit. He also added that Abernathy symbolized my intellect and worldly wisdom.

1 Over the years I have discovered that such dreams as the one described above were fairly literal, but that many of my dreams from the Lord have three common elements, stage props, symbolic prophetic elements and literal prophetic elements. While some dreams appear to be mainly my mind trying to puzzle things out, some seem quite prophetic. I have also found that many of the dreams end up being true, but I have misinterpreted them. I feel very sure that the Lord gave me the book of poetry, but as far as the book actually being entitled, “The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams,” whether that is supposed to be the actual title, I don’t know. On August 14th, 1998, Steven Darryl Cook, Sr., known as Cookie, called and left a message on my answering machine, “Wayno! This is Cookie. I was just readin’ your poems. The Lord laid it on my heart to read that tonight. I was sittin’ there readin’ that. Those are really good brother…I had one thing. I think that you should seek the Lord on the titles. Not the titles of the poems. The title of the book…” What a surprise! I had given him a copy of the poems a year or more before that and he hadn’t seemed interested in reading them. Only the first poem was spoken to me directly. After that, I just felt the anointing and then would write down a poem or two. I don’t think I even edited them, except to correct a few typos. A few came to me in dreams. After a few weeks or a month the anointing lifted and I stopped writing poems. I never received any further poems, although in 1991 I began to receive songs in dreams.

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B EHOLD

THE LONG HIL LS OF LIF E :

S OME S OME

IN THE SHAD OW … IN THE LIGHT

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H AV E YOU FE LT T HE WA RM SPRING RAINS T HAT BRING DE LIGHT ? W HAT OF THE DUST Y TASTE O F A DES ERT TEST OF FAI TH ? M IRAC LES AND QUIET TIM ES . L OVE , AWE AND WOND ER . S ORROW , PAIN AND DEATH . B UT IN ADV ERSITY OR SWE ET REST , U NENDING LOVE , UN CE ASING JOY , A ND END URING FA IT H . W HAT MATT ER S F OLLOWING AN EARTH LY LIFE ? N OTHING

OF MA N

OR THE WORK S OF HIS FL ESH .

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N OT HIS MON UMENTS O R LEGACI ES OR FAM E . O NL Y A PUR E HEA RT Y IE LD ED TO G OD A ND A HUM BLE SPIRIT D ELIGHT ED IN H IM . A FE W TO UCH ED HEARTS , L EFT BEHIND , T HAT WHISP ER , “H ERE WAS ONE W HO WA LKE D WITH G OD .”

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THE TIME IS COMING WHEN ALL THINGS SHALL PASS AWAY. WHO SHALL SAY MY WORD IS FABLE, BUT HE WHO PASSES ON

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-WILLFULLY LOCKEDINTO SENSUAL PLEASURES AND FLATTERING LIES, WILL FOLLOW THE FIRST LIE.

HAVEN’T I SAID, SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME:

(WHERE THE WORM DOES NOT TURN)

ONLY THE FOOL SAYS THAT I AM NOT. ONLY THE BLIND

I WILL HAVE NO GODS BEFORE ME.

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THE OLD ME IS PASSING AWAY

AS EACH DAY I AM BORN ANEW. ONCE I FEARED DEATH. I DON’T FEAR DEATH ANYMORE. HIS LOVE HAS FLOODED MY HEART

AND CAST OUT ALL OF MY FEARS.

HIS SPIRIT SINGS A NEW SONG IN ME.

I DON’T FEAR DEATH ANYMORE.

HEAVEN IS MORE REAL THAN ALL THAT CAN BE SEEN. THERE HE HAS PREPARED A WONDROUS PLACE FOR ME. I DON’T FEAR DEATH ANYMORE.

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WHEN AT LAST I’VE WALKED THE PATH, HE’LL BE THERE TO GREET ME. I’LL FALL AT HIS FEET, BUT HE’LL LIFT ME UP AND GREET ME.

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TREASURE THE RESTFUL TIMES.

PRAISE ME FOR SUCH PEACE. BE STILL AND KNOW ME IN YOUR QUIET TIMES. TELL ME OF YOUR LOVE FOR

ME.

THANK ME FOR THE THINGS I’VE DONE. PRAISE ME THAT I’VE LOOSED YOUR BONDS

AND MADE YOU FREE TO WORSHIP ME. FORGET YOUR NEEDS. JUST LOOK TO ME. I KNOW YOUR NEEDS. I KNOW YOUR WANTS. JUST TRUST IN ME. DIE EVERYDAY TO THE NEEDS OF THE FLESH.

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WALK THE PATH I’VE SET FOR YOU. YIELD TO MY SPIRIT’S LEADINGS. YOU WILL BE ANOTHER SON AND I WILL BE YOUR GOD. I AM YOUR FATHER WHO LOVES YOU.

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CRY FOR

MY CHILDREN

WHO SKIP AND DANCE

ALONG

THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

OF THE WORLD. WEEP FOR MY CHILDREN WHO MUMBLE

“PRAISE JESUS, GLORY TO GOD,” BUT SHOUT ABOUT SPORTS AND SUPERSTARS.

LAMENT FOR MY CHILDREN WHO SAY, “REJOICE, FOR THE TRUMPET WILL SOUND…

SOMETIME NEXT WEEK, WHEN MY CHILDREN’S CHILDREN ARE OLD AND GRAY.”

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WHY DO MY PEOPLE BETRAY ME IN THEIR WORDS AND DEEDS? WHY DO THEY PROMISE THEIR LOVE TO ME, BUT GIVE THEIR LOVE TO THE WORLD? FIRST THEIR LIFE DENIES MY LOVE AND THEN THEY COME TO ME WITH HEARTS OF BRASS TO HEAR MEN TALK OF ME. AND WHEN THEY COME TO WHAT THEY CALL MY HOUSE, THEY WILL SING AND THEY MAY SHOUT, BUT THEY WILL NOT KNOW ME. THE SHIELD OF PRIDE AROUND THEIR HEARTS

GRIEVES MY SPIRIT GREATLY. WHY CAN’T THEY CRY, THEN OPEN THEIR HEARTS TO ME? LATER,

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CAN’T THEY FEEL THE HURT I FEEL? CAN’T THEY SEE THEIR DEEDS? WHAT IF THEIR EARTHLY BELOVED SHOULD GIVE THEMSELVES TO ANOTHER? I AM THE GROOM; THEY ARE THE BRIDE. WHY CAN’T THEY BE FAITHFUL TO ME? WITH EMPTY WORDS THEY PROMISE THEMSELVES TO ME. I’LL LOOK AT WHAT THEY’LL BE. MY LOVE SHALL PREVAIL AND MY WORDS COME TO PASS. BUT IT HURTS THE MORE TO KNOW THAT THEY’LL BE BACK NEXT WEEK TO ASK FOR MORE OF WHAT THEY’VE LOST, THAT I’VE SO FREELY GIVEN. MY HEART WILL BREAK AND I’LL RELENT AND GIVE THEM FOUR TIMES MORE.

WITH WORDS TO STIR THE NATURAL HEART

THEY WILL COME TO ME FOR LUXURIES… THE GREATEST GIFTS THEY WANT… TREASURES FIT FOR KINGS.

WHAT IS MY REWARD? A LONELY WEEK FULL OF WARM TEARS FOR A BRIDE COLD TO MY TOUCH. A WORLD FAT ON MY TREASURES, WOOED FROM MY BELOVED. WASTRELS WHO MOCK ME WITH SENSUAL LOVE

AFTER SEDUCING

THE FLESH OF MY FLESH.

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SIT ON A HIGH HILL MY SON. PRAISE ME AND WATCH WHAT I SHALL DO. WATCH THE PEOPLE FROM THE PLAIN RUN FROM PLACE TO PLACE LIKE BLIND MEN. THEY HAVE FORGOTTEN ME. I AM ANGRY, BUT I LOVE THEM. WATCH WHAT I SHALL DO. SOME WILL CRY; SOME WILL DIE. WATCH AND SEE THE WAYS OF MAN WHEN LEFT TO HONOR SELF. IT IS PLAIN TO SEE THAT MY GLORY HAS DEPARTED FROM EACH & EVERY HOUSE. I WILL BLESS THOSE WHO CRY OUT TO ME.

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I WILL SOOTHE THEIR HEARTS. I WILL LIFT THEM UP. COME DOWN FROM THE HIGH HILL MY SON. RELIGHT THE FIRE IN THE HOUSE ON THEIR LAND. MY SPIRIT WILL ANOINT THOSE WHO ARE TO DWELL THEREIN. FAST AND PRAY AND HEAR MY SPIRIT. THEN FOLLOW THE PATH TO THE HIGHEST HILL.

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HOW LONG O’ LORD? HOW LONG? OUR BLOOD CALLS OUT FROM THE SANDS. MIGHTY MEN, DARK OF SPIRIT, RULE THE EARTH. LIKE GIANTS OF OLD THEY KNOW NO FEAR. WHY HOLD BACK YOUR ANGER LORD? WHY PROLONG THEIR LIFE? THEY MAIM AND KILL YOUR SONS & DAUGHTERS. THEIR WICKED LAUGHTER RIDES THE WIND. THEIR EVIL IS AS DEEP AS THE SEA. THEIR HATE IS A BLIGHT ON THE LAND.

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OPEN THE VIALS. SPREAD THE SCROLLS. LOOSE THE TOWERS OF ICE INTO THE SEA. DRAW THE WATERS BACK INTO THE AIR. BURN THE FUNDAMENT. SHAKE THE EARTH. MAKE IT WOBBLE LIKE A TOP. BLOT OUT THE SUN. COVER THE STARS WITH YOUR HAND. SEND YOUR DESTROYERS. LET THE WATERS RUN WITH BLOOD. LOOSE YOUR WRATH AND MAKE THE EARTH ANEW.

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I CREATE THE WALK TO GETHSEMANE IS NEVER EASY. BUT THEN IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE LESS THAN AN IMPOSSIBILITY.

FLESH IS POWERFUL. ITS YEARNINGS EXCEEDINGLY STRONG.

KEEP COURAGE. MY HAND IS AT THE WHEEL.

MY HAND ADJUSTS THE STONE.

MY HAND KNOWS THE HEAT OF THE FORGE.

I KNOW THE STRENGTH OF THE VINE.

I KNOW THE SWEET AND THE TART OF THE FRUIT.

I AM THE FOREMOST REFINER.

THE FINEST OF WINES.

CONTINUE TO PRAISE AND YIELD TO ME, THROUGH THE HARDEST, DARKEST TIMES. BE PATIENT AND ENDURE. I WILL MAKE YOU FINER THAN THE FINEST GOLD: GOLD MINTED FOR A KING. STEADFASTLY WALK THE FARTHEST PATHS

I’VE MADE FOR YOU AND I WILL MAKE YOU FINER THAN THE FINEST WINE: WINE DRAWN FOR A KING.

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HOW CAN THIS BE? THEY SAY THAT THE DAYS OF MIRACLES HAVE LONG SINCE PASSED AND THAT THIS ISN’T MY WAY ANYMORE. WHAT IS THIS? THEY SAY THAT THE GIFTS OF THE SPIRIT AREN’T FOR TODAY. AND THAT ONLY EMOTIONAL FOOLS LIVE BY MY SPIRIT IN THE WORLD OF TODAY. WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE? I HAVE POURED OUT MY SPIRIT ON MY SONS AND MY DAUGHTERS. SO WHO ARE DISRUPTIVE? WHO ARE DECEIVED? WHO ARE DISOBEDIENT? WHO DISHONORS MY CHURCH? THEY SAY THAT THEY KNOW ME. THEN WHY DO THEY SAY THAT I DON’T WORK WONDERS TODAY? I SEE INTELLECTUAL GIANTS WHO HAVE FORGOTTEN THE LOVE OF A SHEPHERD. I SEE RULERS RATHER THAN SHEPHERDS WHO LOOK TO THEIR KNOWLEDGE OF ME AND DO NOT KNOW MY WAYS. THIS IS NOT WORSHIP IN SPIRIT AND TRUTH. THEY WANT ME AS SAVIOR BUT NOT AS LORD. THEY INVITE ME INTO THEIR TEMPLE, BUT WON’T LET ME PASSED THE FRONT ROOM. YOU ARE JUST LIKE ISRAEL IN SO MANY WAYS. . . STUBBORN IN YOUR FLESH AND BLIND TO MY WISDOM. THEY STRIVE WITH MY SPIRIT. THEY DRIVE OFF MY APOSTLES. THEY STONE MY PROPHETS.

11 THEY BEAT MY SONS AND DAUGHTERS AND CALL THEM POSSESSED. I AM YOUR LORD AND GOD. I AM NOT SO MUCH WOOD OR STONE TO BE PLACED ON A TABLE OR LOCKED IN A BOX. I AM NOT DEAF. I AM NOT BLIND. I DO NOT SEEK LEARNED MEN FULL OF PRIDE. I DO NOT WANT WORTHLESS OFFERINGS AND MEANINGLESS RITUALS. I HEAR YOU WHEN YOU CHANGE MY WORDS TO FIT YOUR FLESHLY WAYS. I SEE YOU WHEN YOU HIDE BEHIND INTELLECTUAL INTERPRETATIONS AND WORLDLY REASONING. IT IS YOU WHO DO NOT HEAR! YOU DO NOT HEAR AND OBEY MY SPIRIT. IT IS YOU WHO DO NOT SEE! YOU DO NOT SEE THE FOUL SPIRITS YOU SERVE INSTEAD.

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IS IT ANY WONDER IS IT ANY WONDER THE EARTH IS THE WAY IT IS? MOST OF MY PEOPLE SLEEP OR CHASE THE SIMPLEST OF DREAMS. FEW HAVE SAT AT MY FEET LONG ENOUGH TO BE TAUGHT MY DEEPEST THOUGHTS. POWER TO OVERCOME DOESN’T JUST COME

FROM A BOOK, BUT FROM A HEART,

YIELDED MORE AND MORE TO MY SPIRIT. MOST OF MY CHILDREN ARE TOO BUSY, LIVING THEIR LIVES, TO DO MORE THAN TALK TO ME, FOR A FEW MINUTES, ONCE OR TWICE PER WEEK.

THEY LACK

MY SPECIFIC GUIDANCE, MY MORE POWERFUL ANOINTINGS, OR THE DEEPER WISDOM THAT COMES WITH TRUE MATURITY?

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YOU ARE MADE IN MY NAME AND IN MY IMAGE. YOU WILL WALK BEFORE KINGS IN THE AUTHORITY OF THE KING OF KINGS. FAR AND NEAR PLACES WILL FEEL THE TREAD OF YOUR FEET

AND KNOW MY PRESENCE THROUGH YOU. ALTHOUGH THEY LOOK TO YOU

THEY MUST ALWAYS SEE ME. WHEN YOU TAKE UP THE MANTLE

TO OBEY THE CALL OF THE SENT,

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YOU MUST ONLY AND ALWAYS LOOK TO

ME,

FOR ANY DIRECTION, OTHER THAN ME, IS CHAOS, CONFUSION AND FEAR.

WHEN THE GOING IS EASY LOOK TO ME. WHEN THE GOING IS IMPOSSIBLE LOOK TO ME. YOU ARE GOING WHERE I’VE BEEN TO DO THINGS I’VE ALREADY DONE.

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HIS LOVE SHINES BRIGHTER THAN A MILLION SUNS

EXALT AND TREASURE THE LOVE OF THE LORD. HIS LOVE HAS PLACED BEAUTY IN EVERY PLACE, FROM THE WONDER OF SHIFTING SANDS

TO THE MAJESTY OF MOUNTAIN SILHOUETTES. THE LOVE OF THE LORD LIFTS ME UP. ON THE WINGS OF PRAISE I KNEEL BEFORE THE MOST HIGH. DROP BY DROP AND STEP BY STEP,

JESUS, THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD,

MADE THIS POSSIBLE.

AND IS MORE PURE THAN SPRINGFED WATERS. YES, HE IS MORE LOVING, KIND AND WISE

THAN ALL HE HAS CREATED. HE MADE MAN ONLY SLIGHTLY LOWER THAN THE ANGELS

AND MADE THOSE, WHO ASKED FROM THEIR HEARTS,

ONE WITH CHRIST. WITHOUT GOD MOST HIGH THERE IS NOTHING AND I AM NOTHING. FROM GOD MOST HIGH COMES ALL LOVE AND ALL THAT EXISTS.

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BEHOLD MY GLORY FOR IT WILL COME AGAIN

IN THE FORM OF MY SON. HE COMES AS THE KING OF KINGS, PRINCE OF PEACE, THE MIGHTY COUNSELOR, AND GOD AMONGST MEN. BUT HE COMES AS MORE THAN THIS:

HE COMES AS MY BELOVED SON IN WHOM I AM WELL PLEASED. LET THE SAINTS REJOICE! LET THE ANGELS SING! I LOVE MY SON. I LOVE HIS BRIDE. MY SPIRIT MAKES US ONE.

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MY SON THERE IS NO TIME LIKE TODAY.

THERE IS NO TIME LIKE NOW. LOOK TO ME IN THE MORNING.

YESTERDAY HAS GONE. WE WILL LOOK TO TOMORROW WHEN IT COMES.

TOMORROW HAPPENS BECAUSE I ALLOWED

OR ORDAINED WHATEVER COMES TO PASS.

MOMENT TO MOMENT FROM SUNRISE TO SUNSET,

NOTHING HAPPENS THAT IS UNKNOWN TO ME.

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ONLY COME TO ME IN THE MORNING; SEEK MY FACE. PRAISE AND ADORE ME. YIELD TO ME. SIT, WALK, STAND, AND REST BY MY SPIRIT THROUGHOUT THE DAY AND NIGHT.

IT IS NOT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR

ME

OR EVEN HOW MUCH YOU CAN DO. WHAT REALLY MATTERS TO ME IS YOUR OBEDIENCE TO MY SPIRIT AND OUR MOMENT BY MOMENT RELATIONSHIP.

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COME TO ME WITH PRAISE! I AM YOUR REFUGE AND YOUR STRENGTH. WHEN YOU PRAISE ME AND MY PRESENCE SURROUNDS YOU, WHAT ELSE MATTERS? FOR IN THE MIDST OF SUFFERING AND PERSECUTION

OR THE PEACE THAT COMES WITH HAPPY DAYS, MY JOY AND PEACE, WILL FLOW LIKE THE WATER THAT GUSHED

FROM MOSES’ STONE. OR LIKE THE LIVING WATER THAT JESUS, MY SON, GAVE TO THE WOMAN AT THE WELL.

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I AM THE KEY TO EVERYDAY. WHO IS SAVED BUT BY MY GRACE? MY WORD SETS THE CAPTIVE FREE. MY TOUCH HEALS THE WOUNDED

BODY, SPIRIT AND SOUL. MY INDWELLING PRODUCES HOLINESS AND POWER. I AM THE GATE. ALL WHO HAVE COME TO THE FATHER, COME ONLY THROUGH ME. I AM THE WISDOM, STRENGTH AND LOVE

NEEDED TO DO MY FATHER’S WORK.

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MY WORDS THAT I SPEAK THROUGH MY SPIRIT ARE THE LOVE AND POWER THAT BUILD THE STONES THAT MAKE THE LIVING CHURCH. ALL WHO FOLLOW MY SPIRIT, IN SIMPLE OBEDIENCE, HOLD THE KEYS FOR WORKING THE STONE AND FILLING THE BREACHES.

The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams Has the glory of God departed from your house? Is this a question you’ve asked? Or is this a question you’ve denied, Then secretly pondered. Do you think I want yielded hearts Or people who defend their doctrine At all cost? I said contend for the faith, not for the minor points of specific beliefs. I said beware of the doctrines of devils, Not the personal beliefs of those Christians, Who do not worship in your house. When I said that your faith has saved you, Did I mean that your faith In your specific statements, Concerning your individual beliefs, In the many points of My Word, has saved you? Your faith that I have REDEEMED YOU Has saved you. Why do My children play With scissors and paste, Cutting up My Word To fit their special doctrine? Why do you see little passages of My Word & miss the great truths of My Whole Word? Why do you quote little scriptures From memory And totally skip what is being said, By the chapter, by the book, Or My Whole Word?

19 To resist walking in My Spirit and fully obeying Me? Why do you continue to resist My Spirit In the same way that Israel resisted My prophets? Or like the temple priests and religious officials Who came against My Son Jesus Christ? Or in the way of the Jews and Gentiles Who persecuted My apostles Because they followed the way of My Spirit? Have you forgotten Stephen the Martyr? Do you remember what really angered his persecutors? Can’t you see the parallel of today Caused by misguided children who place Their flesh and organizations ahead of Obeying My Spirit? Many of you meet week by week, to worship Me, With your form of worship, While resisting or denying My Spirit. At the same time you ask: Why aren’t our prayers answered? Why aren’t more people joining the church? Why aren’t people healed in our church? Why aren’t we blessed? Why don’t we prosper? Why don’t we lead victorious lives? Why don’t the Gifts of the Spirit Operate like they did in the early church?

You fine tune your intellect And ignore My Spirit. As for those of you who claim To walk by My Spirit . . . Why have you ran away and not returned, Following My First Rhema to you? You have given up My Spirit To walk by your flesh. So the flesh grows fat while the spirit starves And you ask why? Had you continued to walk in My Spirit You would not have this question to ask.

The answer of the flesh and the intellect Is that I don’t work wonders today. Or that you have to bring famous people To the local churches. Or go to the grand cathedrals Of the rich and famous.

Why do most of My children stubbornly build Doctrinal walls of flesh and intellect

Are you willing to submit to My Spirit at all times?

My answer is the answer most of you don’t wish to hear. Will you look only to Me? Will you believe only in Me? Or your assorted personal beliefs?

The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams Will you love Me and obey Me every moment of the day? Are you willing to die DAILY to the flesh So that I can purify you from the FRUIT OF THE FLESH? And mature you in the FRUIT OF THE SPIRIT? Are you willing to react to each situation With My Spirit rather than your flesh? Are you willing to become more and more Like Christ and less and less like you? Count the cost and then give Me your answer. But remember My child: if you sow to the flesh You will reap to the flesh. If you sow to the Spirit, You will reap of the Spirit.

HOW HAS IT COME TO PASS THAT WHEN SO MANY

PROFESS TO KNOW ME THEY DO NOT? O’ THEY MEET TO TALK ABOUT ME, SING A FEW SONGS AND MAYBE LISTEN

TO A TESTIMONY OR TWO, THEN PROMPTLY FORGET WHAT THEY’VE HEARD. SO VERY PRECIOUS TO ME. . . A FEW TRULY SEEK ME AND LOOK TO ME TO LEAD THEIR LIVES. MANY JUST WANT TO GET THEIR HOUR IN WITH AS LITTLE EFFORT AS POSSIBLE AND CAN’T WAIT TO GET BACK HOME. CAN YOU GUESS THE NUMBER OF OCCUPIED WOODEN BUILDINGS

20 I SEE IN ONE MOMENT? CAN YOU GUESS HOW MANY SNORE AS MY SHEPHERDS SPEAK? CAN YOU SEE MILLIONS OF GLARING GOATS AWAKENED DURING A MOMENT OF HEART-FELT PRAISE OR STERN ADMONITION? WHAT OF THE SLEEPING SHEEP WHO SLEEP WITH THEIR EYES WIDE OPEN? AND TO HEAR THEM SAY, “AMEN!” OR “PRAISE THE LORD!” I AM SO THANKFUL FOR THE FEW WHO LOVE THEIR WALK WITH ME. BUT O’ THE FOOLISH SHEPHERDS WHO DEAL SO HARSHLY WITH MY BELLWETHERS. O’ THE FOOLISH SHEPHERDS WHO COMPROMISE BY SINGING LULLABIES AND PREACHING FAIRY TALES. INSTEAD OF THE TRUTHS OF MY WORD THAT I WANT HEARD. BE PREPARED MY CHILDREN THERE IS WORSE TO COME. THE SPIRITUALLY DEAF AND BLIND WILL INCREASE

AND GROW DEEPLY IN THEIR TWISTED WAYS.

WITH LONG CLAWS AND GREAT POWERS

THEY WILL CURSE AND PERSECUTE

MY OVER-COMERS.

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HOWEVER, MY WORDS SHALL COME TO PASS IN THE WAYS I INTEND. I WILL PREPARE SONS AND DAUGHTERS, WHO WILL GROW HEARTILY UNDER MY SPECIAL CARE AND LEARN THE WISDOM OF MY WAYS. I SHALL MANIFEST MY LOVE, MY GRACE, AND MY POWER THROUGH THEM.

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THE ROAD TO RESTORATION IS LONG AND DIFFICULT. IF YOU YIELD AND CONTINUE TO YIELD TO MY CLEARING, BURNING, DIGGING AND PRUNING, YOU WILL BECOME INCREASINGLY HOLY AND PURE. BEFORE MY WORK IS DONE THE SEL F LIKE A DEEPLY ROOTED STUMP MAKES ITS RESISTANCE KNOWN TO ME.

THERE IS NO GLORY IN THE SELF. YOU WILL AGREE UNLESS YOU ASK SOMEONE OTHER THAN ME. IT IS THE LAST BASTION OF TERRIBLE DRAGONS. A SHADOWY PLACE WHERE DARKNESS ALWAYS COMES EARLY. THE HOME OF OWLS, SNAKES AND TOADS. THE LAND IS STONY, YET THE SHALLOW GROUND IS RICH. SCRUB TREES, NETTLES AND BRIARS GROW HIGH INTO THE SKY. MY LOVE CAN PENETRATE THESE PLACES. PARADISE CAN BE RESTORED. BEFORE YOU CAME TO ME YOU HELD YOUR REVELS THERE. MY CHILDREN OFTEN FAIL TO RAZE THESE UNHOLY HIGH PLACE SHRINES. I MUST OFTEN LET THEM LOSE THEMSELVES THEREIN BEFORE THEY CRY TO ME.

WERE IT A MERE DEAD TREE, I COULD PLUCK IT OUT, BUT IT IS YOUR WIL L THAT CONSTANTLY CONFRONTS ME. ONCE YOUR I SAID I LIKE CERTAIN SENSUAL PLEASURES MORE THAN OBEYING YOU. NOW YOUR I SAYS: “II AM A CHRISTIAN!” “II WOULD NEVER THINK SUCH AN UNCLEAN THOUGHT!” “II WOULD NEVER COMMIT SUCH A SIN AS THAT!” “II HAVE POURED MYSELF OUT FOR OTHERS!” “II HAVE GIVEN UP MUCH TO WALK WITH GOD!” “II AM AN OVER-COMER!” “II AM ESPECIALLY ANOINTED AND MIGHTILY USED OF GOD!” THE FINAL BATTLES OVER SEL F ARE NOT THE EASIEST.

The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams YOUR ENEMY KNOWS THE TERRAIN AND FIGHTS BOTH SAVAGELY AND WITH DEADLY SUBTLETY DURING THESE TIMES. R EME MBER : EVEN THOUGH MY WORKMANSHIP HAS REALLY CHANGED YOU, YOU ARE NOT MADE PERFECT, UNTIL AFTER YOU ARRIVE TO LIVE WITH ME, IN MY ETERNAL HOME.

BEHOLD WITH THE HOLY SPIRIT CHRIST KNOCKING AT THE HEART’S-DOOR. I AM ETERNALLY HAPPY FOR THOSE WHO OPEN THE DOOR TO ME. BUT WHO HAS INVITED ME TO SEE THE REST OF THEIR GRAND HOUSE? I ENJOY COMING TO DINNER OR JUST TO CHAT A WHILE. I LIKE TO REMINISCE. I DESIRE TO KNOW THAT YOU APPRECIATE ME FOR WHO I AM AND WHAT I’VE DONE FOR YOU. BUT I AM MORE THAN AN ACQUAINTANCE. I AM MORE THAN A FRIEND. I AM YOUR LORD

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AM WELL AS YOUR SAVIOR. I AM YOUR FATHER. I AM YOUR COMFORTING SPIRIT. I AM YOUR ETERNAL COMPANION. AS YOUR LORD I COULD DEMAND THE KEYS TO EVERY ROOM, BUT I WANT YOUR LOVE AND NOT YOUR FEAR TO OFFER THE KEYS TO ME. WHY DO YOU INSIST ON LOCKING THE DOORS TO ROOMS HIDING SECRETS THAT I ALREADY KNOW? I KNOW EACH AND EVERY INCH OF EACH AND EVERY ROOM! I KNOW THE DARK SECRETS THAT LIE HIDDEN IN EVERY BOLTED CHAMBER. I WATCHED YOU PUT THEM THERE. DIDN’T I DRAW THE PLANS AND BUILD THE HOUSE? I CREATED YOU FOR A PURPOSE AND UNVEILED YOU AT THE PROPER TIME. WHEN YOU ASKED ME INTO YOUR HEART, DID YOU KNOW THAT ON THE VERY DAY I DIED, I LOOKED DOWN THE YEARS

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I HAVE KNOWN YOU FOR A LONG TIME.

I AM YOUR SAVI OR A ND I AM YOUR L ORD .

HOW GRAND AND GLORIOUS IS OUR

GOD

ABOVE ALL MEASURE! SUCH GLORY! SUCH MAJESTY! OUR LORD REIGNS. THERE IS NONE ABOVE HIM. THERE IS NONE BESIDE HIM EXCEPT JESUS AND THE SPIRIT MAKES THEM ONE. WE WORSHIP HIM WHO REIGNS SUPREME.

WE WORSHIP HIM

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AND SHALL ALWAYS BE! HE IS SO MIGHTY THAT DEATH AND CORRUPTION

CANNOT TOUCH HIM. HIS LOVE AND WISDOM CANNOT BE MEASURED. THERE IS NOTHING WE NEED THAT HE CANNOT PROVIDE. EVEN THOUGH HE HAS GIVEN US SO MUCH, IN HIS LOVE HE WANTS TO GIVE US SO MUCH MORE. LET US PRAISE HIM AND OBEY HIM! LET US GRATEFULLY ACCEPT EACH GIFT HE GIVES! LET US SERVE HIM WITH JOYOUS SHOUTS! LET US SERVE HIM WITH YIELDED LIVES. LET US BOW TO HIS INFINITE GREATNESS.

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LET US SERVE HIM FOREVER TIMES FOREVER!

HE WILL NEVER LOVE US LESS OR TIRE OF OUR LOVE WHICH CANNOT EQUAL HIS.

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WORSHIP ME O’ YE NATIONS

LIVE FOR ME

FOR THE LEAVES

AND YOUR LIGHT

OF THE TREES ARE DRYING AND FALLING AWAY.

BECAUSE OF MY WISDOM LIGHT

WILL ALWAYS SHINE. IT MAY SPUTTER OR WANE BUT MY LIGHT WILL BE ITS LIGHT.

STILL SHINES

IN THE DARKEST PLACES. EVEN SO, MANY CANDLES LINE THE WINDOWS OF THE WORLD BUT THE WINDS HAVE BLOWN THEM OUT. BE NOT DISMAYED. TRUST IN ME. CANDLE WICKS THAT WERE SNUFFED OUT

CAN BURN ONCE MORE.

LIVE ONLY FOR YOURSELF AND YOUR LIGHT WILL JUST CAST SHADOWS ON THE WALL. LIVE ONLY FOR YOURSELF AND WHEN YOUR LIGHT DIES, THE DARKNESS WILL GO ON ENDLESSLY. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO LIGHT THE WORLD.

I THROUGH MY BODY WILL LIGHT THE WORLD.

MANY CANDLES CAN BE REKINDLED

BY JUST ONE CANDLE THAT DIES TO SELF, BUT LIVES ON THROUGH ME.

JUST SHINE BRIGHTLY AS YOU WALK WHERE I LEAD.

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WHO REALLY DOESN’T KNOW ME? MIGHT SOMEONE THINK THEY HAVE THEM

WHEN THEY DO NOT? MY SPIRIT WHERE ARE THE KEYS TO THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN? DO THEY GATHER DUST IN SOME FORGOTTEN ABBEY? DO THEY RUST IN THE SEWERS OF ROME OR GREECE? OR HAVE I LEFT THEM SOMEWHERE SO LONG AGO

THAT THEIR LOCATION IS A MYSTERY

EVEN TO ME? WOULD I GIVE THEM TO SOMEONE

KNOWS THE TRUTH.

I HAVE GIVEN THE KEYS. I KNOW WHAT THEY ARE, WHERE THEY ARE AND THE DOORS THEY SHALL OPEN. ALWAYS.

The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams

JESUS, THERE IS NONE LIKE YOU! SON OF THE MOST HIGH YOU ARE YOUR FATHER’S SON. THE FATHER’S SPIRIT RESIDES IN YOU AND YET IT IS SAID THAT ALL OF THE HEAVENS AND EARTH CANNOT CONTAIN HIS GLORY. HOW CAN WE EXALT YOU JESUS AS YOU DESERVE? HOW CAN WE MAGNIFY A GLORY SO VAST THAT IT TRANSCENDS OUR COMPREHENSION? WHO ELSE COULD SIT AT THE FATHER’S RIGHT HAND? NONE OTHER IS WORTHY TO READ THE SCROLLS THAN THE LION WHO IS THE LAMB. I COULD SEARCH EVERY DARK HALL AND EVERY FACE AMID THE THRONGS OF BLINDED PEOPLE AND NOT FIND YOU. I COULD EXPLORE THE HANGING GARDENS

AND GREAT MANSIONS OF THE WORLD

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AND I MIGHT FIND SOMEONE, BUT NONE LIKE YOU. YES, I MIGHT FIND SOMEONE, BUT NONE LIKE YOU, WHO LOVES ME, GRIEVES FOR ME, DISCIPLINES AND TEACHES ME. WHERE COULD I FIND ANOTHER WHO CAN MOLD ME INTO ANOTHER SON, WHO EAGERLY AWAITS THE TIME, THAT WE SHALL BECOME AS ONE, IN THE HOLY CITY THAT IS TO COME?