Old Dog V
Vision #5 of 5
Bob Neumann, 7/5/98
7/5/98 received shortly into the PROPHET’S message as he called/declared the congregation into THE ARMY OF GOD. . . .
I found myself in a warehouse. On one side were display racks covered with velvet. On these racks were swords of all sizes, shapes, styles. Behind the racks and counters were Warring Angels standing as at “parade rest”. As I approached the displays, people started to look over the swords. Men and Women, young and old went from epee to saber, foil to cutlass. At first I thought I was invisible as were the Angelic Warriors because none were given a second glance. Then suddenly a man pushed against me and stepped back giving me a stern look.
I said “excuse me” and stepped out of his way and into the path of an oncoming female. She suddenly veered around me and went to a display rack. For the first time I realized I was in full armor and fully armed. I could feel my sword across my back. I had a feeling these “shoppers” were purposefully ignoring me. So I decided to stroll over to the busiest display case, and the crowd parted and turned their backs to me. Once again I stepped back out of the flow of traffic and watched as each “shopper” took “their swords”. Almost all were shiny display swords. Most were jeweled, and many were of gold and silver. I shook my head in utter disbelief. When the last left swinging their sword in grand flourishes through the air, an angel came forward and looked me in the eyes.
“Watcher, what did you just see?”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. . . . . .
“I saw people moving without wisdom. None wore armor, and none had enough discernment to notice you. . .
“As one, the angelic Warriors were “as ease”, many openly smiled and a few shook their heads.
“Many who you saw did see us, but considered it unimportant”, explains the angel. “Visitations of spirits have become common place among many who think of themselves as “spiritual”.
In my spirit I heard. . .”THAT CONFIRMS THEIR LACK OF DISCERNMENT”. As one, all the Angelic Warriors gracefully bowed at HIS VOICE and HIS PRESENCE.
Suddenly it was obvious that not one of the “sword shoppers” were listening/filled with HIS MOST HOLY SPIRIT.
Just then all the angels began to turn and file down to the far end of the room. I felt an urge to follow. At the end of the room was a pile of discarded swords, many were bent, stained, nicked and dented. Once again the angels stood back and I picked up one sword after another, none had an edge, most were ‘ceremonial’ swords. . .all show. . .not tools for/of a wrrior. And I realized what it meant. As I looked up the spokesman angel nodded in agreement and declared. . . .
“Up to now the children learned from their teachers, and most of thier teachers had not the SPIRIT or the WORD”
Children playing games. Not SERVANTS in THE HOUSE of the GREAT FATHER trained with the SWORD, part of Gideon’s 30,000 who were not chosen. Yet all had truly been called. But none sought THE CAPTAIN. Suddenly as I thought of MY CAPTAIN, all the Angelic Warriors drew sword and knelt as once again HIS HAND held my shoulder.
“Why ARE YOU TROUBLED?” HE asked. “LORD, I have waited for YOUR ARMY, but once again all I hear is inducting “warriors”. You said it was time. What am I not seeing?”
“HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHAT YOU WENT THROUGH, MY FRIEND?” With gentle ease, HE turned me to the opposite wall that had previously been at my back. As if to eternity the cases of stacked short swords were stacked one upon another.
As HE extended HIS HAND to me, my short sword with long practice came smoothly off my thigh and rotated in my hand as I placed it in HIS HAND. Cold and black the honed edge reflected the light of HIS GLORY.
With the SWORD HE slowly seemed to point out the racks of waiting swords. Like the sound of many waters, HIS VOICE DECLARED,
“For each SWORD YOU SEE THERE IS A SOLDIER OF THE LIGHT APPOINTED FOR SERVICE. BUT TO BE A SOLDIER ONE MUST HAVE A WARRIOR’S HEART. FROM THE UNIFORMITY OF MY SPIRIT WILL BRING ONENESS TO MY BODY. FALSE UNITY RAISES IT’S HEAD OVER AND OVER BUT CANNOT STAND AGAINST MY WORD. FOR THIS REASON I NOW CALL OUT TO THOSE WHO WILL HEAR AND OBEY.”
In a sudden movement HE placed the SWORD in my hand and held it there. Suddenly I saw a spinning sharpening stone. In my spirit I heard the WORDS spoken once long ago…
“AS IRON SHARPENS IRON YOU WILL BE USED. AND I WILL HONE YOU ON THE ROCK OF MY WORD AND THE OIL OF MY ANOINTING.”
As the blade met stone, sparks flew as friction and pressure upon the metal as it was conformed to HIS WILL. As the OIL fell upon the STONE, the sparks stopped and I heard the VOICE of the SPIRIT say,
“THERE ARE MANY WHO SEEK TO FILL POSITIONS WITHOUT ANOINTING. THEY BARE TITLES WITHOUT MY AUTHORITY. TO SHAPE THEM TO USE THEM. THEY WILL FEEL HEAT AND PRESSURE AND TAKE AN EDGE. BUT THE PRICE THEY WILL PAY IS GREATER THAN THEY HAVE PLANNED.”
I watched as the SWORD slid smoothly with the OIL as the speed of the STONE increased. Back and forth HIS HANDS held the SWORD firmly to the wheel. Suddenly we again stood in the darkness outside the place called time.
HE held the short sword of the trained Legionnaire, long and well used. . .perfectly balanced in THE HAND of THE MASTER OF ALL WAR, EL GABOR, THE LORD OF HOSTS. With deliberate slowness HE placed the SWORD flat against my chest and gently pushed it into the center of my being. . . .
HIS HAND still in my chest HE WHISPERED. . .
“My WORD IS IN YOU AND ALL WHO I GIVE MY SWORD TO. MY WORD AND MY SPIRIT IS YOUR LIFE, YOUR COMMISSION, AND YOUR PURPOSE. MANY HERE WILL BE CONFRONTED WITH MY WORD AND MY TRUTH WILL PREVAIL”.
And as suddenly as it began I was back in my seat in the middle of the service.
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