Old Dog V
Vision 2
Bob Neumann, 7/5/98@10:20
Vision give while in the Sanctuary before service.
I see the Prophet (Jerry Vaughn) walking slowly back and forth in front of the ”congregation” ….all standing around. He is wearing a Marine/Army type uniform, crisp creased…campaign hat….rows of decorations on his chest and three ”solid” chevrons on his sleeve with a long line of ”hash marks”. He is speaking in a quiet voice of command and everyone is sort of listening. As he walks by me, he gives a half-nod and suddenly roars out in the “voice of command” and suddenly everybody ‘snaps to’….
As he walks by a second time, I see the ”congregation” separated into “units”. Now his voice is typical “Drill Instructor”….hard and all knowing (imparting revelation)….
The third time he walks by it is quicker and with more purpose. Now the ”units” are in dungarees being ”whipped” into shape…. I am hearing an ‘old song’ in my spirit and I begin to hum and tap my foot.
I can hear myself and it isn’t bothering the DI(drill instructor)Prophet. The words of the song come to mind, “They are tearing me down to build me over again…” and I know… I know… I know
The fourth time the DI passes is slower and becomes faster ….and wisdom is pouring out………The units now have rifles and helmets standing awkwardly at attention…..
The fifth time the DI passes he is calling cadence and teaching close order drill. Now there are ”corporals” with each unit marking cadence with him….
The sixth time he passes he stops in front of me and gives me a full nod and turns away. I now look and the companies of the Regiment are together in full harness.
AIRBORNE….RANGERS….chamo on face…all identical…all the same ‘dogfaces’….
And we are ready….
As we march out we pass the Prophet standing at attention and I see his ID Tag…. “Sgt. Bellows”…..
and he says one word….the same word I heard in my spirit during intercessory prayer when the sister spoke about our stepping into the water and then pulling back to describe how CFWC had been in the spirit….
. . . .G E R O N I M O. . . .
(WE ARE ”JUMPING” INTO THE BATTLE ! ! ! ! ! )
As he said this I “HEARD” again the laughter of MY CAPTAIN.
As I looked back, instead of the “REGIMENT” I see a huge pack of “HOUNDS” …. Once again I am on all fours tasting “snake” and ”wolf” and I hear the SPIRIT say, “NO RABBITS TODAY, OLD DOG!” I howl as the “HOUNDS OF HEAVEN” are released to chase down the enemies of MY KING….
Bob Neumann
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