A commentator on the news today said the governor of Florida was calling for 1000 volunteer nurses. He was speaking of the predicted devastation from the newest hurricane to soon make landfall.
“I wish I was a nurse” I tell my husband after hearing the governor’s plea. “I would be there in a heartbeat to help”.
Apparently, an angel has been listening and Papa God sent her to me. I feel her firmly tug at the back of my jeans which compels me to turn and see she is moving out to the street in front of my house. My legs burst into a run behind her as she swiftly moves. It feels as if we are on a runway gathering speed before takeoff. She extends her right hand out behind her. I grab it as we begin to ascend above my city.
This morning presents itself as a perfect time to be in the pool, soak up the warmth of the sun, listen to my favorite worship songs, and enjoy the stillness of the early daytime hours.
“Okay!” I hear as the word resonates in a boisterous, emphatic manner. It seems someone is speaking through a megaphone. I look up and around, expecting to identify where the voice is coming from. “Okay!” comes the word again, with several voices echoing in unison.
Looking skyward I question aloud. “Excuse me?” My dog, who lazily lays on the patio, abruptly sits up and barks at the silence being broken. Steadily my eyes search for the source of the repeated word I hear.
“Okaaay” I hear one more time. The inflection in the voice sounds playful. It’s time for me to get out of the pool and investigate.
“Well hello,” she says cheerfully as she greets people at her front door. “It’s good to see you. I’m so happy you are here. Come on in, relax, and find a comfortable chair. May I get you a cup of coffee or tea? Water? Juice?” People keep arriving and soon her large room is filled to capacity. She is pleased to realize so many have taken the time to be here at such a special gathering.
“I’d like you all to meet my friend, Pearl. She wasn’t sure she was ready to share her story, but Holy Spirit has been tenderly telling her now is the perfect time to relate her message of hope. She asked if we could use my home as a comfortable, safe setting for her to speak to you. So thank You, Jesus, for being here. Grace to all of you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. I think we’re all ready to listen, Pearl,” she says as she gives Pearl a little hug.
“Thank you, my friend,” Pearl begins, with a bit of apprehension. “Go back with me forty-nine years to 1968. I know, almost half a century. It was a long time ago.” There are a few chuckles and nods of agreement in the group.
Standing in the middle of a congested metropolitan city block, I notice people walking quickly, taking long strides, determined to get someplace fast. Cars, buses, bicycles, and taxis all are transporting people to unknown destinations. Commotion is everywhere. The blaring sound of car horns screaming their obscenities to other drivers is intense. A constant honking to wake up motorists unaware of the immediate opportunity to change lanes causes me to express annoyance, at least to myself. Long lines of vehicles jammed together form an unsightly serpentine appearance.
My soul is agitated by the noise and turbulent motion. I look up towards the heavens. Our brilliant sun is surrounded by a clear, cloudless, sapphire blue sky. Lovely rays of warmth are streaming down from this earth’s sun. It isn’t disturbed by the disorder I sense.
Wanting to be absorbed into a still, calm, peaceful environment, I call out to my Papa God. “Take me away into the sanctuary of Your Presence.”
This morning I am determined to make a quick stop at my bank, complete a single transaction inside, get back into my car and head straight home. I don’t have a lot of extra time to spare, so no additional stops will take place on this trip.
Parking my car at the bank, I set my keys on the passenger seat and start to reach in the back for my paperwork. Oh no! Without warning, I hear the familiar sound of all four car doors locking. My first reaction is how did this happen? The keys are not touching anything. Only my keys are situated on the passenger seat. My hands aren’t close to the lock buttons. This is absurd. I am puzzled and at a loss for an explanation.
Because I am curious, I hit the unlock button and try the driver’s door. As soon as I attempt to open the door, the security alarm blares its distinctive clamoring noise. Now the keys are desperately needed.
An angel named Pathfinder has taken me again beyond the universes to see endless heavenly doors. I gather a poster hanging on the wall inside each door I fly through.
The following is an excerpt from the end of Part 1.
“Go ahead now,” Pathfinder directs me. “Gather more posters. Regardless of how many times I bring you here, you will not be able to go through all the open doors nor acquire the entire amount of posters within them. Get what you can.”
“Okay,” I answer. With that, his hands lift off my shoulders and I dart through another door.” Continue reading
“Why are you waiting?” I hear a voice ask me. “Why am I waiting for what?” I answer as I turn around to see the angel who often makes himself known to me. He is standing a bit behind me. I have the feeling he has been there for quite some time. “Waiting for me to show you more heavenly doors”.
“Oh! I’m always ready for more.” I talk with him as I do a friend who is enjoying a cup of coffee with me. He knows my language. Nothing complicated, just to the point.
“Let’s go then. Come with me.” He is eager to do his bidding from God. “Okay. I’m ready,” I enthusiastically tell him.
While in a Holy Spirit encounter, I see a multi-colored ice cream stand with pictures of many flavors of ice cream painted around an open window. It’s a cheerful looking little stand, welcoming those ready to be satisfied with delicious scoops of ice cream. The stand seems uniquely out of place however. I am in the middle of a parched, barren desert region. The air temperature is extremely hot and this vast area appears devoid of life. I am a few yards from the stand, sitting with my back against a pile of sand which must have been formed by a recent dust storm. No one is around. No one is at the stand asking for ice cream. It’s extremely quiet. I’m wondering why I am here. Continue reading
I am in a time of praying to Papa God that He will cultivate my heart and awaken the divine hunger within me so that I can bear His Presence even more. I sense that angels are surrounding me and putting a sheer translucent cloth over me. They are separating out the distracting things, and ministering God’s glory to me so that once again I will experience Him in an overwhelming way.
Immediately I see in my spirit that I am in the midst of a crowd of people spanning many city blocks. There is a tremendous amount of excitement in the air. I wonder what is happening. Why all this excitement? I am stuffed in this crowd and unable to see anything other than lots and lots of people.
I hear the sound of marching hooves, of approaching horses. I stand on my tiptoes to stretch upwards, but can barely see the horses. Continue reading
Have you ever encountered Holy Spirit in such a refreshing, fun way that when you go to bed at night you have a smile that doesn’t fade? A smile so huge that your happy pillow gets wrecked with a permanent smiley face imprinted on it?
On as many Friday nights as we can, a small group of us meet in an “upper room” in my home and have what we call God-time. However Holy Spirit is leading, we’re excited and ready to go with Him.
We’ve had times of healings; times of basking in His awesome, tangible Presence; times of fantastic discussions of the supernatural; times of powerful prayer and intercession and times of being completely overtaken with uncontainable joy! Continue reading
I was in my kitchen this morning and unexpectedly an angel picked me up and took me by the hand. We ‘flew’ together, arriving above a part of the city which I was not familiar with. Swiftly the angel caused us to descend and end up on top of a large cliff overlooking thousands of people lined up. Eight across, twelve across, thousands of people. I was puzzled at what I saw. I stared at the mass of people and the angel asked me. “What do you see?” I’m not sure if it was my spirit or my carnal mind, but I thought “is this a question like Jesus asked the man at Bethsaida?” (Mark 8:23-25)
A female angel came to me last night and woke me out of my sleep. She took my hand and we were immediately on a crowded street. There were many skyscraper buildings and the streets were bustling with people. I knew I had been there before. It seemed to be an Americanized city overseas. I can’t yet identify it.
As we stood on the street she pointed to a peacock. The peacock was definitely out of place in that setting. It was fanning its tail and people began to point to the bird and grab others so they could see him. I was captivated by the colors in his tail. I commented to the angel how pretty I thought the bird is. She shook her head and I knew that through seeing this bird I was being shown what appears to be good and lovely is often not.
Periodically I am asked if I have encountered the angel EXTREME again since my post on September 20. I have been remembering his words from the first time I met him, “I’ll be working with you. You will understand my name.” With confidence I have been waiting for him to return.
This morning EXTREME was here again.
My granddaughter had just gone down for her nap. I was sitting in a chair, having a time of communion with Jesus. Unexpectedly I could feel Holy Spirit holding me indicating “here we go.”
Immediately I am in an enormous cathedral. It is much larger than any I’ve seen in pictures. Larger than St. Paul’s Cathedral or Westminster Abbey in London. I am not sure of the location, just that this cathedral is one of immense size. There are rows and rows of pews in the sanctuary. Holy Spirit places me in an aisle seat quite a distance from the front. The pews are filled with people quietly anticipating something.
A while back my husband and I were visiting our son and his family, spending a few nights there. One night after a fun, invigorating day with the grandloves and their parents, we said goodnight to all and headed to bed for much-needed sleep. My thoughts turned to being incredibly grateful to Jesus for blessing us with such wonderful children and grandchildren. My heart was exploding with love and thanksgiving to Jesus. And I was having a conversation with Holy Spirit about how exciting my life is now, being one in Jesus!
In the checkout line of a store today, I was watching the cashier who seemed to be very distraught. It was evident she was uptight and agitated. The person in front of me finished his transaction and left with his bags.
As I stood waiting for my items to be rung up, the young cashier was approached by a person appearing to be a manager. The manager stepped her back a bit and began speaking loudly and seemingly unkindly to her. The cashier listened to her with complete disagreement in her eyes. The manager left abruptly. Continue reading
In a quiet time with the Lord I told Him I was ready and I asked Him if He’d be willing to send me where He wanted me to be. Immediately I was lifted out of my chair, up into the air, and transported to the inside of a tent-like structure where a chief and others were sitting around a fire. The tent was big. I could smell the fire. Sparks were flying from the fire, but the tent was so large that the sparks dissipated before reaching the top of the tent.
The setting appeared to be in an African village. The Congo came to mind as I noticed my surroundings. The men around the fire were dark skinned, and it seemed that they were all part of a local tribe.
During the school year I stay at my granddaughter’s preschool. They have graciously given me a room in their facility, so for four hours I am by myself in the room. Most days are spent with Jesus and Holy Spirit. What a glorious gift of time that is.
One day I had a quick conversation with Jesus. I said “Use me where you need me. I’m willing.”
There was an immediate response on His part Continue reading