Behind the Veil: The Throne of Skulls (Part 3)

Lucifer chuckled as he approached Jesus and I. He studied me with cold eyes. It was hard to look at him…seeing such eyes of Love in the Lord to eyes of hate and cruelty in Satan, made my soul tear away. Lucifer is a fickle spirit. He hates and loves himself; it drives him mad. His appearance was lovely to the eye, smoothed black hair and a trimmed beard. His eyes were black with a hint of green in them. He wanted flattery; he conducted himself like a prince—dressed with precious stone embroidered in his robe. He appeared gentle, but he was like a beast ready to turn at any moment. He raised his hands as he approached us as if to exult himself over the void. He winced when Jesus did not acknowledge him.

“Aren’t you going to say hello to me, Son of Righteousness.” He chuckled, “Oh that’s right you haven’t changed a bit.” Lucifer was like a viper; poisonous by his words. He turned to me with wide eyes and knelt down, “You like him Micah? He is so cruel bringing you here. Always thinking of himself… He is always taking what is his like a stingy child. You see, I have what belongs to me, and he won’t take that away. I have what you do not, and that is my will. You sacrifice yourself with blood and tears to get what he wants and that is just…” He paused a moment and looked down into his black hands, “Sad.”

Behind the Veil: The Shadowed Trees (Part 2)

My companion had lead me to the Shadowed Trees. He was silent, I was cold…bitter cold. I used his robe to wipe my face from the dust blowing around me. Occasionally there would be powerful dust storms that would sweep across the void. Whipping around the sharp rocks, black phantom like spirits who appeared like grim reapers of some kind. My Companion said, “They know who you are, but they cannot touch you.” We continued through the shadowed forest ignoring the taunting trees. They had faces, grueling faces that quickly changed to innocent pleasing countenances. I was suddenly startled by the groaning sound of the sky above me. Flashes of lighting emitted from the clouds; however, the light did not spread. The light would not travel and the sky twisted as if it was sick.

Behind the Veil: The Void and The Boiling River (Part 1)

I am beginning a three-part series on my journey through the Mid-heavens called Behind the Veil. It is three part encounter I had with Holy Spirit, Jesus, and the Father. While I cannot possibly share everything because it would take a while, I will share the big points God revealed to me in three parts. Check back again for the rest….

“Come with me,” My companion said. He, The Companion, is Holy Spirit. He comes as my friend, my guide. He comes as white mist in the form of a man who face shines like a glowing sun. I cannot see his features. He glides across the floor as the hem of his robe emits fire. He is kind, but firm. He is love, but takes no darkness among you. He comes with fire if he senses darkness. His goal is that you would become like Jesus in fullness. I stood and followed my companion behind a veil deep into the darkness. He was my only light onto the path because in this place, there was no light only void—a blackness so cold I trembled.

Hunger Pain

Yesterday while traveling to Clifton to visit an amazing friend of mine, I had an interesting encounter with the Lord. Like most times when I am driving, I end up reflecting on the goodness of God and the hunger in my heart for more of him. I turned on my worship music to sing when a pain surfaced in my spirit. I became so desperate for Jesus that I felt such an intense hunger pain. I began to cry deeply for him—I could barely say his name without that pain in my heart being present. It was awesome…I mustered everything I could find in my heart to say his name and each time I did, an intensity of his love would overcome me. His love—so intense and flowing tackled me over and over again, but that desire for him was so painful that nothing else matter! I wanted him! I wanted to walk with him! I wanted to leave everything behind and follow him.

Flame and Glory

All things were subject to the authority of Christ Jesus and his word; even powerful beings designed by the hand of God. There are angels as old as the beginning of our world and some were given powers to oversee certain systems of the created order. Our heavenly Father designed them with wisdom and by the elements we see around us. Some angels are made by fire around the throne, some with waters from the sapphire sea. There are some with skin of the mountains with wings of colored precious gems. Some have the wings of great clouds and their voice is like wind among the trees. These are great angels given wisdom of the Glory of God, but they also watch the movement of the earth. I don’t have a great understanding about them other than that they are wise and they worship God who dwells in the highest of heavens. Like a living rainbow is their song upon the earth and constant river flowing as they speak of his name from the North, South, East, and West. On occasions, I will see these great angels fly across the horizon releasing the majesty of His name to those who love Him so! Right now, I would like to introduce you to one who is a golden flame upon a horse of emerald light. He is a watcher of great authority and his assignment is Christ church; his lovely Bride. Please welcome Flame and Glory.

The Fiery Horse

My night was disturbed by the sound of horses running in my bed room. When I had sat up to see what was happening I was greeted by a horse made by fire. He was intense and shining white in the glory of God. His mien was like lava with stones of silver and gold. His body also appeared like a stallion. I could see every detail in his muscles clearly with gold! He was glorious! Around him were pillars of light that I assumed were angels, but I could not tell. He said to me, “Rise up in power! This is the coming ministry of the apostles…swift in movement and power by fire.”

That day I had been seeing white horses in the sky with wings of dove among the angelic activity. I was pondering their movement; leaping from cloud to cloud! Often times a great herd of horses would dash across the sky. I wanted to get to know one, but I took it as wishful thinking.

That night when this fiery horse had come it was on a mission but it was looking for someone. The Horse said to me, “I am looking for a rider, but not one who will take the reins.” Then I realized something…this was the Holy Spirit! The Horse became very spirited while the flames of God burst from the ground creating wheels of fire all around me. The Holy Spirit spoke,” I am looking for my rider Micah. power by fire, power by holiness. Let not one wicked thing touch your temple. Those who are ready to move in power, come ride me!”

He was gone…

We are called to move in power! Join with the Holy Spirit right now and push back the kingdom of darkness!