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.

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 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.”