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Call to Action!
by Beverly Juelsgaard-Fischer
I saw, in the distance, a huge cloud coming over the horizon; and I could hear the thunder of many hooves. As I looked, it became clearer to me; and I could see many horses of many colors that were approaching me. There were thousands of them, and the closer they got the more deafening the sound became, as the beat of their hooves on the ground was so loud. The ground began to shake with a violence like I had not known before, and I could feel it shaking and moving under my feet as I watched them approach. For I still saw no riders among them, but only this huge, numberless herd that seemed to have no master; yet I knew that they knew exactly where they were going, for the Master was in control. Even as I watched them, their numbers continued to grow and to fill the whole horizon that was before me. It seemed as if they would never stop coming.
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Come to Me, all you who are weak and heavy laden. Come to Me. For it is time for you to mount up. It is time for you to ride. For the enemy has meant to keep you down. He has meant to literally have you trampled into the ground, but I have not let him. So I say to you again, come to Me, for the horses are waiting. They are waiting for their riders. There are many that say to Me, ‘Lord, what will I do, where will I go?’ And I say to you, My child, do not worry about the days ahead, for I, the Lover of Your Soul, have called you out of the darkness. I have scraped you off the floor and off the street. I, the Lord Your God, am the one who loves you and takes care of you. I am the One. I am the One who has rescued you, and I am calling you into action. I am calling you into motion. So pick yourself up and do not take long to lick your wounds, for the time has come to fight. The time has come to come forth, to take your place in My Army. The time has come that you must come out. For I have need of you. I, your Father, have great need of you. Will you come? Will you mount up on the horse that I have prepared for you to carry you into battle for My cause? Will you come, or will you let your fears of the future and the destruction of the past overcome you? Will you let My hopes and dreams fill you, that you will come forth into My future with Me? Will you mount up on My steed, that you will be mounted and ready to charge and fight to win at a moment’s notice? Will you come? Will you let My heart in you override that which is trying to hold you back? Will you set aside the pain and agony of the past and let go of those things which seek to keep you from your future? Will you let go of bitterness and pain? Will you reach out to Me, that I might lift you up to an even higher plane, a higher calling, on your life? Will you come?”
The horses began to gather in a circle to stop and wait. Their heads were up and their ears were perked. They, too, were waiting. They were listening for the voice of the Master, for they, too, knew His voice. They were waiting to get directions, to know where to go and what to do. They were waiting with anticipation and excitement, yet I could sense a peace that was about them, that they knew that their time had come. They knew that they were to wait and then do whatever they were called to do. For there had been another time when they had waited on the Master’s call, when they had been told to get on the ark, and the two chosen had listened and obeyed. They knew the Master’s call, and they were ready to do their part. They were ready to be a part of the last end-time battle.
And I began to see forms of people coming out of the shadows, coming out of the ditches and caves, coming out of boxes, and every hiding place that you could imagine; for these were the warriors that were being called into action for the Lord. These were the ones who had been trampled on, buried, put away, and forgotten by many. These were the ones who were of great value to the Lord. These were the ones who had learned to fight to survive; and their time had come, for the Lord was calling them forth. For they had already been through every horrific thing that could possibly happen and they had survived - not without blemish, not without damage, for the enemy had meant to destroy them altogether. But the Lord had kept them. The Lord had hidden them in the cleft of His rock, under the shadow of His wing, to keep them from any further damage. Many didn’t even know that they had been hidden or protected by the Lord. Many didn’t yet understand the value that they held for the Lord. Many thought themselves worthless and of no value to anyone, much less to the Lord. But the Lord knew their hearts. The Lord knew what He had planted in each of them, even before they were born. The Lord knew the treasures that were within that He was waiting to pull out of them. The Lord knew of their courage and valor. The Lord knew of every temptation that they had been through, of their victories and defeats. The Lord knew them from the inside out, and He knew what they would become to Him, for He already knew their future. He knew of the choices that they would make in the days ahead of the mistakes and challenges that were before them. But He also knew of their hunger and thirst for a righteousness and truth that wouldn’t stop, that was burning in them to come out, that was waiting for the time and place to be set free. They were to be the end-time warriors. They were to be the ones who, because of what they have already been through in the darkness, would lead many to the light of Christ. For they knew how to get to the Light, for they had been in darkness and found their way out to the Light and embraced it for all that it was and is and is to come.
The horses began to stomp their feet in anticipation, for they were ready and eager. They, too, had a great love for the Master, for He had provided for them, too. They were ready and waiting for the call.
I heard the voice of the Lord again say, “Come, you who are weak and heavy laden. Come, for I have need of you, and it is time. Your banishment is over. The enemy cannot stop you now, for it is time. It is time for you to rise up into the calling that I have placed on your life. It is time. It is time for you to come forth into My glory, into My honor and into My grace, that you might fight the good fight, that you might do what I have called you to do. Come, mount up, and come.”
CALL TO ACTION! - A Word from the Lord received 12/9/07 - Copyright 2007 - Beverly Juelsgaard-Fischer -- godsblessingstoyou@yahoo.com - This article may be copied or reproduced freely providing copyright notice, context, and contact details remain intact.
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A WAKE UP NOTICE!!
by Y.M. Tikkun
DREAM … May 5, 2007 … Jerusalem
This was a very strange and symbolic dream. I found myself walking along a very flat colorless road. Before long, I overtook the oddest company I have ever seen. There was a man walking in an off- white turban with gold trim on it. He had a robe that was mid-calf in length; underneath the robe were loosely fit trousers of the same off-white color of the robe. The robe and trousers had a bit of red color and a bit of gold trim on them. The style looked like something from the Middle East, so I expected to see a man that was swarthy in skin tone with dark hair. To my surprise, when he turned to look at me, he had pale skin, and light brown hair. On his face was a pair of scholarly eye glasses. He was not a particularly handsome man, but clearly one who carried himself with an air of arrogance, intellectual prowess, and self assurance. This man, however, was not the oddity on this road. What followed behind him, clearly under his control, was frighteningly odd. Walking behind him, and in step with this man, were three crocodiles. They were very hideous looking, with large teeth and long bodies. Their tails went back and forth in large sweeping motions as they walked. On the backs of the first two crocodiles were two beautiful women. The women were bound with ropes, while lying horizontally; face up, on the backs of these beasts. The ropes were wrapped around the women’s bodies, keeping them totally restrained; but not tying them at all to the crocs. I have no idea what kept these women on the backs of those animals. I would have expected them to slide off, with the swaying motion. Both women seemed to be calm and content with their situation. Behind these first two crocodiles was a third one. In this case, there was also a woman riding on its back; but this lady was sitting upright, in a tailor position. She, too, was bound, but not tethered to the animal. While the other two women were light skinned, this one had beautiful brown skin and long flowing dark curly hair. She had beautiful dark brown eyes that were filled with terror. Unlike the other two women, riding while looking up at the sky, this woman was able to glimpse what was up ahead. I sensed that she was becoming more aware of the true situation, and beginning to get a revelation of the peril awaiting her and the others.
At this point I spoke to the man, asking him to explain what this was about. He laughed, and with a sneer said, “This is my bag lunch.” It gave me a chill to hear it. I turned to the women and said, “Do you know where you are going, and what this man plans to do to you?” The first women said, “Everything is just fine. He is leading us to our destiny, and we will be privileged to see his success.” I replied, “But what if his SUCCESS is your demise?” The second woman reassured me that they were safe with this man. He might seem threatening to them at times (or to their personal freedom), but in the end, he would be found supporting their welfare and self-actualization. He would greatly benefit the whole human race in time; meanwhile, they were “just along for the ride.” When I turned to speak to the woman sitting upright, the other two said, “Don’t bother to talk to her. She has no voice, so she cannot answer you.” Seeing the frightened look on the face of that woman, I address her anyway. “Do you want to get out of this situation?” I asked her. She frantically nodded “YES!” While I was considering what I could do to help her, the traveling party stopped. The man placed each of the first two women on large flat stones, with their bindings still securely fastened. A chill went through me, as I sensed they were about to be sacrificed. The two crocodiles sauntered away to dine in the grass nearby, never even noticing me, as they walked past. Even though the third woman was left seated on her croc, her terror was increasing, as was her awareness of the peril she, and the other women, faced. The robed man now stood over the first two women with a knife in his hand, as if to kill them. Still, these two women seemed clueless. One even said, “You must find your own strength and your own fulfillment in life. Do what you are inclined to do. It will help you realize who you are and demonstrate the power you have. Through what you do, all of us will be made complete.” In my heart a cry arose, “God, do something! These two women have no understanding at all!” Before the man could strike a blow, there was a rustle in the grass behind us. Turning to look, the man seemed a bit frightened at first, about what might be approaching him. When he saw that the sound was created by the approach of a skinny, wicked looking lion, his expression changed to delight. Leaving the women, he walked over to meet the lion. For some reason it was the appearance of the lion that wakened the first two women from their mindless acceptance of their perilous situation. Panic washed across their faces, as they cried out to me to help them. Quickly I went to untie them. They, in turn, rushed over to the third woman, whose crocodile had left her sitting on the ground, while he joined his two companion crocs, for a hunt in the grass. The man and the lion seemed to be unaware of what we were doing. They were busy laughing, plotting and bragging together. Once the third woman was untied, I told her to shout out loudly with her voice … that what God had put into her heart and into her voice could halt the immediate threat. The other two said that she could not speak at all. I told them that she had the power to stop the man and the lion with her voice, if she would use it. I told the first two women that they had played a role in silencing her, and that they needed to release her now to do what she was created to do … to declare with her voice the power of the truth entrusted to her. I told them that her shout was the way to remove peril from them as well. With that admonition, the two began to plead with the mute one to shout. One put her hands on the woman’s shoulders, while the other put her hand on the belly and pushed. I stood in front of the silent one and commanded, “Let your voice come forth, NOW! God help her!” With that, a piercing cry emerged from her mouth. Instantly the lion froze in place, with a look of terror across his face. He was temporarily immobilized. The man too became paralyzed; his eyes glazed over. It appeared that he was unable to breathe. The crocs fled away. The dream ended.
What is the meaning of this dream? Here is what has been revealed to me:
1. The first two women are the USA and Europe. The third woman is Israel.
2. The man dressed in Middle Eastern clothing wielding some kind of authority is a Humanist spirit operating in favor of Islam.
3. The first crocodile is the UN, taking the USA for a ride. The second croc is the European Union. The third croc, the one carrying Israel, is the Oslo Accords/Road Map/Saudi Plan, etc. … all peace plans calling for a Palestinian State. This forced/false peace is moving forward in the shadow of the other two crocs (the UN and the EU), under the leading of the Humanist spirit. The first two women are surrendered and content with their posture and condition. They are trusting in the institutions carrying them and in the philosophy guiding the institutions (i.e. they are lying down, looking at the sky during the ride, rather than looking ahead). Israel on the other hand is not surrendered (she is sitting up), but is being carried without her agreement or comfort in this peace process. NOTE: All three are bound physically, but free to slide off of these institutions carrying them. In other words, they have given their freedom over to these institutions, trusting in their value for the human race, but they are still able to remove themselves from this ride. Perhaps Israel is afraid that she will be devoured by the powers demanding the Palestinian State, and therefore continues to ride. She has allowed herself to become bound … loosing her personal freedom in many respects.
4. The USA and Europe are being carried along blindly by the UN and EU, while these crocs are merely the tools of the spirit of Humanism; in order to accomplish his goals. The reference of these women being his “bag lunch” is very telling. A bag lunch provides food whenever/wherever the owner chooses to eat it. The one eating it calls the shots concerning its consumption. “Lunch” also suggested that it is way to get to a desired end. The food keeps the owner functioning.
5. The lion is satan or perhaps the anti-Christ, through which satan works.
I believe this dream is telling us that Israel’s voice of truth and her anointing to use it with power, have been suppressed by the nations, even as they have been tools for Humanism. Likewise, as the USA and Europe have tried to shut up the voice of Israel, they also have the authority to break their curses of containment over her, enabling her to shout. Still, Israel’s use of her voice is not dependent upon them. Israel needs to know that she CAN shout and that she still has a voice to use, even without their help. At this point she is unconvinced that she has any power left. Anything she says or does that does not agree with the agenda of Humanism is continually quashed by the USA and the Europe … using the UN and the EU. Standing as an intercessor, I cried out to God for help … I stood in front of Israel’s face, telling her to shout, and she did. Our prayers can release that voice of truth to drive back the devourers. Our encouragement and admonitions can give her the courage to try to shout. God is providing cover for the intercessors to do their work.
Finally, I believe this dream is telling us that satan (a false and wicked lion; mocking and plotting to usurp the Lion Of Judah’s authority), while making plans for immediate destruction of the West and of Israel, can be forestalled. Even as the knife is above our heads in the USA and in Europe, God will being an opportunity for these nations to see the terrifying truth of what is behind Humanism and its current weapon, Islam. God will give us another chance to see what is soon to come, unless we make an immediate change. These nations can respond to our prayers. We can play a role in unbinding the nations from the mesmerizing influences of lies. There is something that God wants Israel to shout with authority. That shout of truth, and her refusal to cooperate with deceptions/lies, will freeze the plans of the enemies for a time, so that revival can come in the midst of threat. I sense that the revelation, of the peril underlying the lies, is about to be released. If the intercessors do not get to work, doing their part, the West may not come to its senses in time. Israel may continue to feel helpless and voiceless. We need to speak the truth to those who will listen, and to pray with great fervor, being led by the Holy Spirit. The wicked institutions will flee away for a time, and the enemies will be immobilized as the believers around the world arise to respond to the threats … using the authority God has given us. Israel NEEDS the truth that God has revealed to the Bride. As well, she needs our encouragement enabling her to arise. The Americans and the Europeans, who have bound up Israel’s voice, can play a role in releasing her to fulfill her destiny. We must pray that those with the position to reverse the containment of Israel will arise and bless her freedom, her destiny, and her truth, so that she will shout. Pray that Israel will arise and shout out the truth! Pray that the time, when the enemy will be immobilized, will come, so that revival will prosper before the final ending.
Y.M. Tikkun
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