Category Archives: heaven on earth

HEAVENLY HEIGHTS

Father asked if I wanted to go higher into revelations of His Spirit.  When I answered ‘yes’, I immediately saw a glimpse of the result and felt such awe as though my heart lifted out of my body and floated into the sky.

Then He asked how I would share these experiences and of course I thought of writing.  It’s how I express myself.

He asked, ‘What if it’s higher than any words could ever describe?  Will you stop writing?’ Continue reading HEAVENLY HEIGHTS

LOVE IN THE MIRROR!

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Father asked me to see love in the mirror.  And not only that but to love her the way that He does.

Oh, how I wanted to run away from this mirror and drink enough wine to vanquish the thought because I didn’t want to accept this woman as myself.  I didn’t want to love her as me.

I cringed, and I’m sorry that I did, but I did.  She is not the woman I still see in my head.  And she’s someone I never thought I’d ever become. I don’t know how she got here and why she took over my body!  And I’ve been so angry about it, and so discouraged.

So, I tried to beat her into submission and make her return to the woman she once was.  I tried.  I swear I really tried.  But she wouldn’t submit.  She just grew larger and older.  Continue reading LOVE IN THE MIRROR!

CRUEL, BAD BEHAVIOR

Someone I love said something cruel to me today and I didn’t respond.  I let them walk away and I didn’t run to a corner with a sob. I didn’t chase them down and confront them. Without emotion, I wondered if my heart was hard.  I wasn’t wounded and out of control.  But I also had no clue.  I said “Help me here, Jesus. Help me with this situation.”  He immediately gave me a message and a vision.

The message was “Ignore it.  Don’t give it attention.  Walk back into the relationship as though nothing ever happened, but see it this way.”  The vision was of a continued relationship in love without cruel, bad behavior.  The disappearance of bad behavior wasn’t the result of confrontation or discussion but because I didn’t believe in it.  It wasn’t Truth.  It wasn’t how Father created this person.  Therefore it was a LIE. So I called it a LIE and refused to accept it as part of them. Continue reading CRUEL, BAD BEHAVIOR

The Comedy of My Learning

Lots of my friends are leaving Facebook and I’ve been reading their reasons.  One concern is about intellectual property rights and whether material we post on Facebook belongs to us or them. As a writer, that leaves enough question in the air to make me uncomfortable.  Yes, I write freely for everyone to read, but that shouldn’t make it someone else’s property. Continue reading The Comedy of My Learning

Healing With Liquid Gold

And He said,

“Let me elaborate.”  To which my heart sighed in relief because I couldn’t understand alone.

“When you realized there was a hole, so to speak, in your husband’s armor, you saw a small piece of damage which left an open door to sickness.  It was there because of a previous situation in his life; one from his childhood; one he doesn’t remember.  Ministries have risen and died over this problem and the search for its solution. Great amounts of money have been poured into these holes and the resolutions have often been minor, at best.  You have witnessed this and wondered at the millions of souls chasing healing for wounds that don’t heal simply.  And yet, the solution is rather simple.  Come let me show you.” Continue reading Healing With Liquid Gold

Paradise Now

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Some time ago, I told Father in a chit-chatty and slightly silly conversation: “I want to live in paradise on Earth”.

Immediately He said, “OK, make it.  Right here where you are.”

So, I considered what this might mean.   Plus, if He wanted me to do this, then I must simply agree with Him.

It started by daydreaming of what paradise means to me and then making small changes to my little world, like solar lights on my deck.  I hung several strings of bulbs up high and placed yard lights down low. I also got a small gas fire pit and replaced the lava rock with colored decorative glass rocks. The fire danced on the glass and looked like water! Continue reading Paradise Now

Hearing God’s Voice

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Watching a show about hearing impairment opened my eyes to a spiritual reality.   Without hearing Father’s voice, we struggle through life misunderstanding context, meaning, and purpose much the same as a hearing-impaired person struggles.

The Cochlear implant device creates hearing and when the device is turned on for the first time, reactions are profound.  Sound conveys more than words.  It conveys heart.

We cannot convey heart inside written word alone.  Words are one-dimensional, emotionless and heartless.  We, as authors, search for ways to incorporate the missing emotion through descriptive words, but can never truly touch the depth of a sob, a sigh, or exhilaration expressed in a voice. Continue reading Hearing God’s Voice

BRINGING HEAVEN

 

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There are some people who believe that our soul lives in a place touching both Heaven and Earth and that we are the only created beings who can dwell in both places.

If this is true, then we’ve been reacting to our world all wrong if we want to fix its brokenness and evil.

We’ve been using Earth’s systems to fix Earth and that’s like using imperfection to fix imperfection.  It’ll never work.  And it hasn’t.

Perfection exists in Heaven, so wouldn’t it be logical to go to Heaven, see how it operates and then do that here?  And that opens a whole new problem.  If our soul can access both places then how does that work?  We didn’t really know exactly.

So we use prayer and ask God to intervene and fix our world.  And He can, certainly, but so far He hasn’t?  If we are the only beings He created with access to both realms, then shouldn’t we cross over and bring Heaven here?

When I looked to see how Jesus changed the Earth, the biggest piece of His sojourn here appears to be His sacrifice on the cross.  It gave us free access to Father God.  But how did that fix Earth?  It still looks as broken and evil as it ever was.

Jesus talked mainly about The Kingdom of God.  But what is that exactly?  Some people associate it with the church.

So, if the church is supposed to fix our world, then they have failed for a very long time.   And no matter how many revelations or revivals occur, only small sections of our population are changed.  And our world continues mostly broken and evil.

My question when I first began hearing Jesus speak to me, was how do we get the perfection of Heaven to come to Earth?  I was convinced that we are the key, but that we aren’t “getting it” somehow.  In all our theology and study, we’re missing something huge.

So, Jesus began showing me with small lessons.

At the time I was a courier in Denver and from the privacy of my vehicle, I began going to school with Jesus as my instructor.   The city was my training ground and it was full of practical life-exercises and on-the-job training.

My first lessons were about parking spaces.   I needed access to quick parking in front of each business where I had a delivery.  I’d run inside, make the delivery, get a signature, and leave for the next one.  But parking spaces are hard to find in a big city.

I’d say, “Jesus, I’m going to need that loading space out front of this next stop when I get there.”

And He’d reply, “You must say the words to create the thing you need.  There is power in your words because you are created in Our image.”

So, I thought, OK, I will.  After all, what do I have to lose?   And I said, “There will be a parking space when I get there.”

Imagine my surprise when I pulled up to the business and UPS was just pulling out of the loading space.  It was mine!  Wow.

Well, it’s easy to think it was simply a coincidence, a fluke and it wouldn’t happen over and over.  But it did.  And it happened so many times that I was beginning to think I was doing something like witchcraft, or positive speaking.  It certainly wasn’t something I was taught in church.

But it wasn’t either of those things because I began noticing a few things.

If I got nervous or anxious, then my words seemed to fall flat on the ground and didn’t produce much.  And things would go wrong causing me more frustration.  The stops wouldn’t flow and the traffic would get congested causing me delays.  I’d push harder and it was as though the job pushed back.

It only worked when I was feeling complete peace.  That’s when my words were weightier than I’d ever known before.

During my first week on the job, I got a speeding ticket.  And after I stopped crying and calmed down, I asked Jesus why.  He pointed out that the fear and panic I’d been feeling because of the deadlines, had caused me to speed.  Fear was actually faith in my failure.  And it produced what I believed.  This was how evil worked.

When I realized what I’d done, well, I was a little ticked off at myself.  I had let fear take charge in my heart and it was wrecking my job.  I would never succeed this way.  I would only be a victim.  And, in that moment of revelation, I said, “Oh, no you don’t!  I will NEVER get another speeding ticket again!”

Well, that was certainly speaking out results, but it was done in a bit of anger or something.  Would it work that way?  Or had I just done something terribly wrong?  So, I asked Jesus, “What did I just do?”

He said I’d taken my ground back because my spirit knew a lot more about the situation than my brain did.   My spirit had kicked in and claimed what was mine from My Seat.

I’d never heard anything like this before.  This was uncharted territory and I was unsure about the whole thing.  So, I paid more attention to my speed, but I also paid more attention to my fear levels.

Peace was imperative and I had to be able to tell immediately when I was letting it wane.  I had to recognize when nervous anxiety was rising inside me.   And if it was, then I’d pull over to the curb and ask Jesus to help me get it back.

It isn’t as hard as it sounds.  It’s the same thing as remembering what lilac smells like.  I’d remember what Peace feels like and focus on it until it filled me.

I haven’t had another speeding ticket since then and I honestly don’t expect I’ll ever get one.

I’m not arrogant or naïve about how life works on Earth.  I’m simply learning another system.

It’s not about speaking positively, although that is certainly more productive for good outcomes.  This was about speaking as though I actually know Jesus lives inside me.  And it’s His power coming through when I let it flow through Peace.

 

BEAUTIFUL STORM CLOUDS

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Storm clouds blew in with pounding rain and hail, and I spoke to them the way I heard Father speaking in my spirit. It was about loving the weather, healing it just like we do our bodies.  He said the earth itself is in need of healing from the rampant destructiveness of darkness.  But I didn’t understand until He widened my spirit sight to see Love as it was poured into the clouds just like a mother would love a child.

He said the weather has suffered under heavy and cruel curses. Many of those voices speak of global warming and the inevitable effects. And some are simply people not seeing the kind of weather they desire for their events. So they curse the clouds. Continue reading BEAUTIFUL STORM CLOUDS

THE MARVELOUS STAIRCASE

I made a drawing of a staircase I saw in my imagination a few years ago.  It doesn’t do the staircase justice of course.  And that’s because it doesn’t reveal the silky medium caramel color of the wood with its swirling grain.  Or the carved and perfectly fitted parts.  A drawing can’t share how velvety the staircase is to touch or how inviting it is to a barefoot or tired bum.  And the drawing doesn’t have all the many cupboards, some secret, which create the fascinating journey upward.

But if I could take you inside my imagination, you’d see and understand how it might take a week to finally arrive at the top landing.  Not because it is so high, but because there’s a world inside each captivating crevasse and hidden compartment.  And you’d be drawn to recline in the seat and turn on the light.  There you’d lean back and read one of the books, or close your eyes and nap.  I imagine fairy tale worlds emerge in naps taken there. Continue reading THE MARVELOUS STAIRCASE