Overcoming Death | The Pathway of Righteousness
I felt the Holy Spirit today moving inside me through the pathways in my body, through different places in my blood and internal organs, then back up through my heart and up through my brain again in a loop. It felt like the Spirit of Jesus was eating and devouring through me, and when He would complete a cycle, He started swirling in my belly in a circular motion. I saw the Song of Songs’ “rounded goblet of my belly,” and I heard Him say, “I am cleaning the inside of your cup.”
Later in the day, I thought I was going to go into a trance; the glory got so heavy. I felt a wave of trance glory, then a swirling, then a plume of fire and energy. This repeated several times over, and I couldn’t tell if I was going to be energized and get up or if I was going to be knocked out. After a few revolutions of this, I got knocked out and went into a dream.
In my dream, I watched from above, and I was shown the pathways in the heavens of the fallen angels, how they move and make storms to come upon the earth through the planetary systems and send the storms through those paths to the earth and upon the people. I was also shown in the heaven above the earth and down into the earth’s atmosphere how they send their transports and lower them into the earth and upon the dwelling places of the sons of men. I saw how they descend on the people of God and where they focus their attacks, harnessing the storms that are directed through the paths of the planets, through the atmosphere of the earth, and above the dwelling places of the people of God. I saw how they used heavy stones and tablets of stones upon their crafts and upon the crafts of the sons of men, and how they used them to crush them and their crafts, forcing them out of the heavens down into the earth, onto the ground, and under the ground.
I descended to where the sons of men were in the heavens upon their craft to watch and see how they dealt with the weight of the stones from the storm pressure of the fallen angels. Everyone there from the sons of men, both men and women, from those at the controls to the lowest ranking at that elevation, panicked at the sight of the fallen angels and the weight of the stones. “Who can bear this weight?” they asked with no reply. Terror seized them all at the invasion of the forces of the fallen ones, and they began to descend, them and their craft, and all their people, down into the earth. The creatures sent by the fallen ones chased them, each of them into hiding in the earth and even under the earth, in such a way that any of the sons of men who did not die during the invasion were scattered across the earth and were scattered under the earth.
I followed them down from above to see where they would hide and what they would do under the weight of the stone tablets, the storm, and the invasion. When I went down, I went into my body where I was in a company of champions that were considered to be like X-Men or Marvel heroes. I saw that even many champions were falling to the onslaught of the attacks. When they died, their spirits went back up into the heavens, but many were in fear on account of the intensity of the storm, the weight of the stones, and the appearance of the demonic creatures that were killing the others around them. I watched and observed how the creatures would separate the heroes to destroy them by carefully studying their powers, then using their powers against them by finding their individual weakness and exploiting it. I heard the Spirit within me speak, and He instructed me to tell them to start pairing up two by two or in groups of three for the fight and learn to use their powers in tandem to make up for the weakness of the other.
Immediately, I spoke out loud to the others what I had been told, and following that, I found a hero nearby who was having trouble with the creatures and their exploitation of their weakness. This hero was using a long yellow banner as a flag and a type of whip, but much wider as it was a banner. The enemy had disabled it by touching and defiling the banner. The banner over the group of champions had become tainted by the fallen creatures, who then began laughing. I reassured the others, as long as we work together and compensate for each other’s weaknesses, we will be alright. Use your powers together. Many were afraid to unveil their power to each other, and others remained in fear or believed that they had been given nothing from God or that it was stolen and unretrievable. These were the first to die.
I looked to the champion near me and said, “I need you to trust me. This banner has always been your power, but look what happens when you allow me to touch it.” The champion agreed, and I reached over and touched the banner. As I reached out to touch it, the Holy Spirit came out from my belly and through my arm and my right hand and came out as fire, lighting the entire banner on fire. Then we held it together, the banner purified, and in unity, we waved the restored and purified banner of fire of the Holy Spirit of God over the champions and used it as a whip against the defiled creatures. Everything and everyone caught on fire, and hope started to rise in the champions again under this banner of holy fire, which was true love.
The next thing I was shown was the feet of the warriors who served God–they were bare. I was shown how the fallen creatures would move and attack in such a way to destroy or confuse in order to cause the sons to remove their shoes. On account of their bare feet, each of the champions felt exposed and vulnerable. When you are in a battle, and you don’t have any shoes on, you feel exposed and almost naked. I realized in order to win, we would need to have shoes on to overcome.
Things were quickly deteriorating with many of the warriors. Confusion and dissatisfaction were creeping in, while concerns and worries about each to his own feet and the feet of others consumed. It looked like almost no one was even fighting on the offensive anymore. It looked like we would be sitting ducks without the shoes.
Listening again to the still small voice, I turned and darted off to find where there would be shoes (the demons that served the fallen angels had already destroyed all the traditional shoes and the shoes nearby to the battle, according to their master’s orders). I moved as quickly as I could and was led into a bowling alley. I almost started to laugh. “Bowling shoes? Now that is funny.” I was shown the wisdom in the unconventional shoes–the enemy did not think to destroy these seemingly worthless shoes; it wasn’t worth their time. The few who came with me looked at the bowling alley and the shoes and questioned me. “Aren’t they slippery? Won’t it be hard to fight in these?”
“Not if you turn your fight into a dance or a game of bowling,” I replied with a smile and a wink. The joy outburst at the foolishness of God being perfect wisdom to overcome such a vicious onslaught of the enemy was downright hilarious to the ones who understood.
Once I explained it to my companions, I turned and ran up onto the stage of the bowling alley and reached for my pair of shoes. Size 9, here they are, right there waiting for me! I was wearing my pink outfit that I had on today, and the Holy Spirit said, “Wait, and strike a pose, and smile.” After surviving many waves of the enemy, you begin to just obey the voice and not question the why or ask for explanations. You just do it because that’s how you survive. So I froze and struck a pose and smiled, and new wine started gushing up into my organs and through all my senses to intoxicate me with holiness and love and refresh me for the next part of the journey.
At that moment, I looked around and saw the bowling alley was full of beautiful women. I began to instruct them on what the Holy Spirit had shared with me so far and told them to put the shoes on and pick up their weapons and start to work together because the enemy would be upon us soon. Each one of them scoffed, ridiculed, and made fun of my words, my outfit, my pose, and my smile, and especially my shoes. One held me in contempt, saying her hair was prettier than mine. Another said she was just there to be a wife and laughed at my “manly attributes.” Another ridiculed me for wearing such ugly shoes (bowling shoes aren’t the most attractive thing in the world to wear). Another leaned back into a seductive pose and said her beauty and wisdom would grant her safety here; she had no need to fight. One by one, whether in heart, mind, word, or deed, they each exalted themselves above me and began to despise me. “I don’t have time for this,” I thought. “The enemy is coming and will be here soon, but all these women look like they’re grooming themselves for a harem, not a war.” Each one was only interested in the idea of the floods of grace giving them the false hope of freedom to sin and continue in their lust under the guise of spirituality without having to change their ways. I warned them one last time that the enemy would soon be upon us, put on your shoes and armor, pick up your weapons and learn how to fight.
There was no respect for the fire of love, the fire of holiness among them. They did not listen to me, and soon the enemy was upon us. I moved with the fire and into the path of the righteous, leading out from the bowling alley to the hall. One by one, I saw or heard each of the women die with screams as the enemy came crashing in. All except for a young warrior girl, who appeared to me as my little sister. She had not given herself to the ways of the other women and purely desired the fires of true love and the blazing Spirit of Holiness above all attention, drama, love affairs, idolatry, and romance in the abuse and trampling of the Spirit of Grace. I smiled at her. She was beautiful and carried a bright and shining sword that I recognized as being given to her by Jesus. “This must be the true bride,” I thought. She was a tough little one too! I felt the Spirit move within my belly and leap with fire, and the intensity to train, protect, and instruct in the ways of righteousness and holiness rose up in me with a passion so strong, I knew it was my destiny to help this girl make it to the very end and become the warrior bride. Everything I would do would be for her, to protect, train, and build up in The Way. I would teach her as I learned, and I would go before her to make a safe path for her.
As I moved from the bowling alley into the path, bringing the girl with me, I showed her how to be still, wait, and listen. Even in the midst of the panic and cries of death nearby, we must be patient and stay in peace. Keep your shoes on. I saw that this hall was leading through the matrix and was marked by a path of blood and cloud. All of a sudden, the Spirit said, “Wait. Stop. Lean back out of the way of the path. Don’t let the girl move forward.” I shot out my right hand to my right side where the girl was, and held her back from moving forward and leaned us back. “Don’t move,” I said in a yell-whisper to her. Her eyes grew wide with shock as we watched the spirit of death pass before us–the one that had just killed all the women in the bowling alley. As it made its way past us, we were hidden on account of the Spirit.
From then on, I observed how the spirit of death made use of the path of blood, that this hallway led through the matrix, and in the pathway of the spirit of death, there was always blood and a cloud. I was shown how the spirit of death goes before death, how it moves through the blood and flesh, through sin. I observed the fragrance of death, and the operation of fragrance of the Spirit of Holiness, and how I became both a fragrance of death to some, and a fragrance of life to others. The young girl followed me through the matrix, following closely the path. After a time, I met with a few others at a checkpoint where there was atonement by blood, where I instructed the girl to stay for safekeeping for a time while I pressed on ahead to mark out the path.
As I continued on the path, the Spirit gave me wisdom to tuck my body into my spirit. In doing this, I no longer moved as a human, but as a spirit. This helped me greatly in navigating the path because I was able to move and react quickly, avoiding danger and moving like lightning in the instructions that the Spirit would give me moment by moment. This allowed me to go deep into the pathways within the matrix and learn the pathways of blood. I was shown how the spirit of death moves through the matrix in his path, moving in a pattern repeated, making his revolutions through the paths of blood. I saw how he killed those he encountered. I was shown how to stay low, and I was made small in order to move as a spirit and as a cloud below the pathway of blood [in the path of humility that is the pathway of Life] in the course through the matrix under the pathways of death. As long as you don’t touch the line upon which he makes his path and stay below it [going low in Humility], and remain there when he passes by, he will always pass over you on account of the blood, by the Spirit of Holiness within you through actual obedience to the living words God says to you. I began to learn the patterns of his moving, and as I followed the Holy Spirit’s voice within me, guiding me through, there were a few times the spirit of death and I moved in such similar paths that we saw each other face to face.
Whenever we would see each other, usually at an intersection while I was studying and counting the revolutions of his moving, the spirit of death would look at me and it almost appeared as if he had a smile or a smirk when he saw me. I thought to myself, “I think he is actually entertained by this game right now.” At one of our crossings, as I had learned to never touch the bloodline of his path and remain inside my spirit, he stopped in his movements and was made to answer my questions. According to the Spirit of Holiness, the spirit of death was forced to answer all of my questions and answer me truthfully.
As we were at this intersection, I saw the lines of blood from his revolutions through the pathways in the matrix that he takes and follows, and I counted the paths and saw there were five accumulated so far, and he appeared to be returning for yet another revolution through his path. I made him answer me about his path, and which way he went, and how he turned through the corners and the shadows, and how he turned in the angles. I made him tell me how one might travel through the paths without touching him or the bloodline of his path, and he was forced to answer all of my questions on account of the Spirit of Holiness. I could see his eyes that look and pierce and search the soul for the sins by which he takes lives, but because I dwelt and abode in the Spirit of Holiness, there was nothing for him to touch. I was shown that after five revolutions on his course through the matrix by the line of blood that he follows, he must go back and start again. This is the time when those who atone for themselves in the blood of the slain Lamb wash themselves in the checkpoints and become untouchable and can move about freely. If any of them touch the bloodline of death, they become defiled and he may touch them. If any of them transgress from the pathway of righteousness of the Spirit of Holiness, they become defiled and must return and receive atonement in the blood again before the spirit of death touches them, before they continue in the pathway in safety below the pathways of the spirit of death. I sent him on his way and continued, and the fear of the Lord struck me greatly and I trembled on account of the holiness of God, and I praised His name, blessed be the name of the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel. Holy is His name.
I then started to calculate the revolutions and the paths and saw how I might return and show the path to the young bride and share what I had seen and what I had learned, that she might overcome the spirit of death through pure devotion to the blazing Spirit of Holiness, instructing her in the way of true love, eternal love, eternal life, to know God through His Son Jesus Christ and to obey His living commands.
