The dream is real
              Regain the dream
Pass through the pain
                The power is great
It's not where you're looking
                   But the dreams still real

As a young kid, I was fascinated with the Indians as we called them. They were noble, colourful and contained a mystery that I wished I had. I loved their connection and reverence for nature.

As with black slaves, they too were looked at as less than human by the European settlers. European sicknesses and diseases some say wiped out perhaps 75% of the aboriginal population. Treaties agreed upon in good faith were routinely broken by the white man. Much more than their land was taken. There was a dark plan to control and change their very essence.

There is an incredible hidden nobility that will emerge in today's stage of history that will be very significant in saving America from the destructive control of socialism and utter chaos. This vision was given to me in my last year of bible college in 1978. As a ministering team, we were sent to two black churches in Montreal. I was treated like gold. I also have a relationship with a predominantly black church in  Manchester England. The love between black and white was like a family with the same Father. This church in my heart is also my family. The young pastor from Uganda is one of these noble leaders. I saw the rise of three groups of people. The blacks, the first nations, and women. These three groups were seen as less human and defiled. We are paying the price of the mind-blowing injustice that goes back centuries.

I come to speak.                                                                                                                                                                                                     
Not from a physical place but from the clouds and the winds.
Though my physical form is weary, for a time I am not here.
I appear before man for purpose not gain.
To take gain would mean losing my hidden home.
To bring my being from realms unseen 
To again be cloaked in human flesh
Is a suffering worth enduring.
 

The old testament law being able to convert the soul from darkness to permanent light has to make us think. As so often happens, the wisdom of God comes after we are perplexed, trying to understand what He is saying. His Word is a mystery. It is a doorway to the treasure room. This statement I am going to make will cause many to be bewildered. Well, it did with me. The heart enters the Kingdom before the mind. The condition of our inner life lets us through the door or keeps us out. Being allowed to pass through is very significant and shows us the Lord can and will have pleasure in us. It is only here we can see (understand) the Kingdom principles of life in this world, a life full of true peace and love for all of the earth inhabitants. How deep we go in God is directly related to our humility, the absence of pride. To lose our "center" opens us to receive His. The Lord's center is selfless; we see this at the Cross. He emptied Himself for us. Losing ourselves to abide in Him is the goal, and the Holy Spirit in ultimate wisdom takes us there in degrees. From Glory to Glory, we go deeper into Love and Security, ever-emerging to a more fabulous place in God's heart.

​I am reminded of Moses telling Aaron to put a brass serpent on the end of a pole. The poisonous snakes were biting the people. Moses said, "look at the brass serpent, do not look down." We are in this place. Our help comes from above not below. The wisdom of God is clear and clean. It preserves us and protects us.
 
This situation of COVID 19 is just a warning shot over the bow of the ship called God's church. It is to wake us up. As a result, we can wake up to two things, the wisdom of God or just the situation on hand. This is what Hebrews talks about. The double-edged sword that separates the bone from the marrow as so with the soul from the spirit. This overlooked scripture must be the key element incorporated by all to see the turn of the kingdoms of the earth to Christ. Bear with me as I attempt to teach on this.
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11 Chronicles 7:13-14

​Beautiful, innocent, incredible in Love.
 
Your beauty, your innocence became corrupt.
 
 Filled with my darkened heart.
 
No longer innocent you took on my self-serving evil nature.
 
You gave up your light.
 
My black heart you took.
 
You stood   once in eternal Glory and majesty.
 
All things were made good by you.
 
I spoiled it, not you my King.
 
 You received all that I did in selfish desire.
 
Owning my sin, my pain and sorrow.
 
It was me and not you that fell. I was rightly condemned.
 
You were willing to be wrongly accused for me. 
 
There was not a drop of my iniquities left in the cup.
 
You drank all my corruption.
 
Giving up your own crown for a band of dead thorns.
 
In Your heart was me.
 
Broken and overwhelmed, degraded and spat upon.
 
You did not run, it should have been my penalty.
 
When all was done and your Glory restored. 
 
You come again saying.
 
Will you dance with Me.