Old Dog V
Men of Harlech
Bob Neumann, 2/2000
Dear Bill,
something “dark and foreboding” has been stirring since the first of this year. I did not send this to you because at the time I was really struggling to understand what was going on myself. I have been corresponding at flowing with what Bill and Marsha Burns, Marty and Kimi Sayers, Harley Hickling, Judy Curmi, and Priscilla Van Sutphan have been sharing. I think that is the real goal of being in SCRIPTURAL UNITY ..… HARMONY is the more accurate term. I know you are probably swamped with stuff…..please forgive me “dumping” a whole lot more in a short time. I pray that you catch a bit of the “scent” I have been chasing …. it is exhilarating .… and unsettling at the same time… dog
January 12, 2000 9:09 PM
Men of Harlech
YO WILLIAM AND MARVELOUS………. just got a little “zap”…. seems like I got a wake up notice a wile back and never responded….I guess I’m gettingggg sssslllloowwwww…
SHEMUEL, I have a word for you My son. I say “Shake off the dust. Rise up. I have set My intercessors to war on your behalf. That which has been hindering you has been broken.” I call out to you “SHEMUEL come, now ! Come again into the Valley of Vision. I will renew you strength and I will take you higher. I said I will lift you up. It is for such a time as this that I have called you. Get up dog ! We are not only not finished yet We are just about to begin a New Day.
This came to me at 11:45 PM 1/1/2000
With Love and Prayer
Marty Sayers
I guess the problem is I have not felt to much like SHEMUEL…..of late.
But in the last few days without internet and TV and other distractions I got pulled back into the fight…. as seen with my posts to the watchman/seer sight….which you now have. But while I was forwarding these to you I had one of those Deja Vu again things…..but no HIGHWAYMAN…
Now things this flaky give me chills….remember a year ago when we went through this….
Well here goes…. I began hearing the song Men of Harlech in my spirit. Freaked me out. Has been awhile since the heavens have opened to me. And there I was in battle dress and Alice pack 12 gage in hand. I was going through a building dark/smokey/with a horrible stench…… and I was singing this song. Welsh battle song. A song calling to withstand the attack. Against larger number…. here are the words…..if you get chills don’t blame me…….…
Men of Harlech stop your dreaming
Can’t you see their spear points gleaming
See their warrior’s pendants streaming
To this battle field.
Men of Harlech stand ye steady
It cannot be ever said ye
For the battle were not ready
Stand and never yield.
Through the hills surrounding
Let this war cry sounding
Summon all to Cambria’s call
The mighty force surrounding.
Men of Harlech onto glory
This shall ever be your story
Keep this fighting words before ye
Cambria(Welshmen never)will not yield.
Now I was not in any open field….any trench….it was inside….. and I heard one simple sentence…..and things went wild……..
“MY FATHER’S HOUSE IS A HOUSE OF PRAYER AND THEY HAVE MADE IT A DEN OF THIEVES”
And then things got vividly graphic. Details are not important….. cleansing the TEMPLE is not going to be easy because of the “stuff” that has resided there. BILL… MARSHA… this is the job ahead.
As I even write this I have another “old” song I am humming…. it might be more familiar but it has a line that when I came to it I thought for a second to delete this whole post but I was told not to. It has been a long time since ABBA has spoken. And there is a warning I need to send.
“BEWARE, THE SNARES HAVE BEEN LAID EVEN IN THE HOUSE THEY CLAIM AS MINE. ANTICIPATE THE TRAPS AND MOVE WITH CAUTION AS YOU MOVE WHERE THE ENEMY THINKS HE COMMANDS. BE VIGILANT AND FOCUSED FOR THE FAINT WILL PRECEDE THE ATTACK. STAND AND BE STRONG FOR I HAVE ARMED AND TRAINED YOU FOR THIS TIME.”
And for the song and the line that “zapped” me I think it will be obvious.
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you’ll find him;
His father’s sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
“Land of Song!” cried the warrior bard,
“Tho’ all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy right shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!”
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman’s steel
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov’d ne’er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said “No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav’ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!
selah
shemuel
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