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On May 30, 1972, I "received the Holy Spirit." That was the start of many amazing experiences which continue to this day. I have recorded them in the exact order in which they happened. I had a dream and a strange dream it was. There was a void - vast and endless - and I was standing in the midst of nothing - so tiny as be almost unseen. There was nothing - no husband, no children, no friends, no activity - nothing of a familiar existence - just a terrible emptiness and a frightening quietness. And there I stood - so tiny! Then I heard a voice, "Do you want to follow Me? Do you want to lean only on Me and not on any of the things which are familiar and comfortable? Will you follow where you will not know what tomorrow will bring?" I woke in dread. I thought... "It's only a dream... move... do something and it will go away!" I was fully awake by this time and trying to shake the vivid dream. But the voice came again very distinctly, saying "Do you?" I knew I had to answer. With the tears streaming down my face, I said, "Yes, Lord." Then I had a vision. I called it a vision because I didn't know what else to call it. I had been deep in prayer when suddenly, instead of praying, I was watching! The difference was very apparent. I immediately tensed and concentrated completely on what I was "watching". I saw people. I didn't know who they were and it seemed I was looking down at them, yet I was not above them. I was saying, "I will pray for them." A voice said, "No! Look at Me!" I looked up, for the voice was coming from above. Oh, the light that I saw! It was brilliant! I kept looking at the light and after a time, the light came forth, went through my being and continued on. I wanted to turn around to see where it was going, but the voice spoke again, "It is not for you to know where it goes. It is enough that it goes. Keep looking at Me." He continued, "You do not know how to pray. You pray only for finite needs and the Will of the Father is beyond your comprehension. Pray to understand the Will of the Father. I will choose whomever I will choose, to fulfill the purpose for which each is created." My heart was filled with dread at such an awesome experience and I dared not tell a soul. Soon after that, I had a second vision. As before, in the midst of praying, I was suddenly watching. My husband and I were seated outdoors and the atmosphere felt very strange. He turned to me and said, "Doesn't it feel funny today?" "It certainly does!" I said. "I'll go make us a cup of tea and maybe it will go away." I got up and as I was returning with our tea, I looked up in the heavens and saw a huge cloud in vivid color. An enormous tear formed out of the cloud and fell upon the Earth. I looked to my left and saw something, but was told to forget what I had seen. It was instantly gone from my remembrance. Everything disappeared from view and I stood watching and waiting. Far up in the heavens I saw what looked like a city. It began slowly descending toward the Earth. As it came closer, I could see its foundation was pure crystal. The city was enclosed in walls that were dazzling bright. Then it was gone from view. In its place I saw a picture. It was perfect and beautiful to behold! Suddenly the picture was cut into many pieces and scattered all about. It looked like a jig saw puzzle with its pieces scattered randomly, as tho' an unseen hand had tossed them about. After a time, a hand reached down from the heavens and started putting the pieces back together. The picture started to take form once more. Finally, all the pieces were in place... except one. The hand hesitated a moment, then carefully and deliberately put the last piece in place. The hand then erased all the lines which the pieces had caused and the picture was restored exactly as it was in the beginning. I digress from the visions for a time to enter a personal note which leads up to the continuing visions. My youngest daughter was planning her wedding . She was attending college in Miami. Since she was not familiar with the churches there, she started attending various churches to find one that she felt would be the most meaningful to her. She called one day to say that she had found the perfect church and would we please come down the following weekend to see what my husband and I thought about it. We drove down and attended the services together. As I entered the church, I had the strangest feeling. During the sermon I handed my daughter a note. "I know this is weird, but I feel like we belong here!" She wrote back "See, I told you there's something about this church! I bet you will move here!" After numerous trips to Miami to finalize the wedding plans, the day arrived. It was a lovely wedding and on the way home, I leaned back on my seat and closed my eyes. I bolted upright in my seat and cried to my husband, "I just saw Jesus!" My very soul was struck with such awe and wonder that all I could do was cry. The vision of Jesus filled my heart for days. I was in such awe and so filled with gratitude that I asked Him what I could do to repay Him for the wondrous vision. I offered whatever small talents I might have, I offered Him what time I had. I offered what money I had. All He had to say after each offer was, "You cannot give back that which is freely given as a gift." I was filled with frustration. "Isn't there anything I can do for You?" He answered ever so gently, "Whatsoever you do for the least of My children, you will be doing for Me." I wept in gratitude and said, "Oh Lord, thank You for showing me a way to please You. Yes, I will quietly give a piece of bread, a drink of water and no one need ever know." He answered, "No, that is not the way. You shall do this through My church as part of My Body. You shall do this with others who will be fulfilling My purposes through whatever means I have selected for them. You shall work together." Soon after this, I had another vision. I saw Jesus again and the awe that filled my soul washed over me once more. He was walking among multitudes of people, pausing at every one. He offered to fill their every need. He turned and beckoned me to come follow Him. He was heading toward the church that had so consumed me since my daughter's wedding. Then He was gone. I said to my husband, "We just have to move to Miami so we can join that church!" Seeing the intensity of my desire, he said, "All right, go. Go visit Linda for a week and see if you don't tire of the congestion, the crowds, the hustle and bustle of the city." So I went. I stayed with my daughter and after four restless days, she said, "Mother, why don't you call on the minister? That's why you've come... because of that church." I said, "I know that's why I've come, but what ever am I supposed to say to him? That I've had a vision and felt I was meant to come and join his church? He'll think I'm absolutely crazy!" My daughter said, "Tell him the truth. If he accepts what you say, we'll know it's right. If he doesn't, we'll forget it and you can go home." So we went. The minister accepted my explanation without a moment's hesitation. Two weeks later, my husband and I moved to Miami. The first three months in our new temporary home in Miami were uneventful. We attended the church faithfully. We came to love the people but were disturbed by the many problems which were plaguing the church. I had gotten into the habit of praying the way I had been instructed in one of those first visions... that the Father's will be done. And so I came praying that prayer for this church. Then the awe overcame me when I am about to "watch". I was praying at the foot off the cross (mentally) when someone approached me, took me gently by the hand and told me to rise. "You are not to pray at the foot of the cross any more. He took me to a heavenly place where vast numbers of hosts were praising the Lord. I was brought before them and they fell silent. I stood in terrified awe. "What is your prayer?" Someone asked. "I could scarcely speak and whispered, "That the Father's will be done in this church," Suddenly every host raised his voice repeating the prayer. I stood in utter amazement. My mind was filled with confusion as to why I was having these experiences. More and more my prayer time became a time of listening. And, on occasion... a time of "watching". After that last experience, I said to the Lord, "If I'm not supposed to pray at the foot of the cross any more, how should I pray?" The awe came over me. I was standing in a heavenly place. Then I saw the most amazing scene. I saw the unfathomable Majesty, Power and Holiness of the Father. I saw the terrible sin of the world. An impossible gap existed between the two and I was filled with despair. I saw that the Righteousness of the Father had to deal with the sin. I was sure we would all perish, for there was not one person who could possibly approach the awesome perfection of the Father. I was overcome with hopelessness. The Father looked upon Sin and a great wrath was building within His Being and I cried in terror, "Who can withstand His wrath? We shall all perish!" Then all was still. It was as though the Father was laying aside His great wrath for a time. He called His Son forth. His Son came forth. The Father bade His Son to walk the Earth and to do all He was commanded to do. He told Him that He must allow those on Earth to nail Him to a cross and that He must die like man must die. The Son was sent to Earth and obeyed all that the Father had commanded Him to do. Then I watched the most amazing thing. As the Son of God was hanging on the cross, it was as though He was gathering all the sin of the world into one small portion and took it unto Himself. It entered His blood. The Father looked at the sin, concentrated in its entirety in one portion. Suddenly His great wrath erupted and poured forth with great fury! But it was the Son on whom the wrath was spent! The agony and the suffering was unbearable to watch and I cried out in anguish, "I can scarcely breathe! I shall die if I watch further!" The blood ran out of the stricken Lord, falling upon the ground, taking the sin with it. The ground was like a thirsty sponge and absorbed it instantly. The blood and the sin were gone. There was not a trace. The Lord breathed, "It is finished, Father." And I saw Him no more. But there He was again! Standing before the Father and with Him were many who had been on Earth. I whispered, "What kind of love is this?" Soon after this amazing vision, the minister called on my husband and me. He told us that there was an apartment at the rear of the church that was in need of renovation and asked if we would be willing to move into the apartment to fix it up. We immediately accepted. Three months after our move to Miami, we were living in the very church that had brought us here in the first place. Since we were in such close contact with all that went on in the church being on the premises every day, we became increasingly aware of the growing problems. I came before the Lord to pray. The awe came over me. I heard a voice saying "Too many voices!" Then all was still. And there stood the Lord! He was clothed in robes of dazzling white, filled with great power, might and wondrous glory. Heaven stood silent before Him, waiting. I became aware that heaven had waited in such a manner another time long ago, waiting for a Babe to be born in a manger. This time they were waiting for the Lord to put the last piece of the puzzle in place... the puzzle I had seen before. On May 23, 1974, while in prayer, I heard a voice. He was repeating unknown words that I had "heard" before when I received the Holy Spirit. The voice was interpreting the words! I jumped up and wrote them down. "Tu sol estes." - You are Lord. "Comos estes." - Praise the Lord. "Lavis regis." - Glory to God. "Logos nochos regis." - God's Will fulfilled. "Biancos nochos." - Thy Will be done. "Buonos estes." - Thank You, Lord. The next morning I ran down to the minister's office to tell him what had happened. He asked if he could see the words and I handed him the paper where I had written them down. He studied them a while, turned to me and asked, "Would you like me to tell you what each of these words mean? They are in Vulgate Latin." My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would burst! "You mean these are real words?" I asked in utter amazement. I said to myself, "I can't believe this! The Lord brought us to the very man who could interpret these words... a scholar and a linguist!" I was trembling again. He proceeded to translate each phrase. "Tu sol estes." translates into "You are the Sun or Son." "Comos estes." translates into "Thou are My traveling companion." "Lavis regis." translates into "Those washed of the King." "Logos nochos regis." - translates into "God's Will fulfilled." "Biancos." translates into "Pure white, as a dove." "Buonos estes."translates into "Thou art so good." Three days later, I "saw" two more sentences which he interpreted as casually as though he were discussing the weather! "Do with me what you will" and "I am the clay, and You are the Potter." I came before the Lord and asked, "Why are You showing me these things? I do not understand and my heart is full of confusion!" He answered, "I have much to teach you. You have much to learn. The time shall come when you will understand more clearly. The time will come when you will be asked to renounce any personal claims to the things that have been shown to you. I shall send you as a messenger to proclaim My greatness. Realize - that the messenger is the lowliest servant of all." By this time, I was beginning to recognize certain things that made me aware that a vision was about to occur. A feeling of awe was totally consistent and the tears always came. I found myself listening intently and straining to "see". My mind would become completely still and I would wait. I was always frightened. One day in July, 1974, I was more frightened than usual, so frightened that I thought perhaps I would get up and not watch at all. The visions were never imposed on me. I could choose to "watch" or not. I was always awake. I chose to continue. With trembling heart, I asked, "Why am I so frightened this time?" Instantly, I stepped into total darkness. It was not darkness like the night which separates the day, but a deep, awful darkness where God was not. I did not understand what that meant but I knew the terrible blackness was because God was not there. Jesus stepped into the darkness with me. I was trembling and did not want to go. He was wearing a large, coarse shepherd's cloak. He lifted the cloak with His left hand and told me to come stand close by His side. With much gratitude, I did as He said. He covered me with the cloak and kept His left arm tightly about my shoulders. And we started walking. I was terribly frightened and kept repeating to myself, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for Thou art with me." It was not death or dying which was so frightening, it was the darkness which knew not God. I repeated the phrase "Comos estes, Comos estes" over and over again thinking of its meaning, "Thou art my traveling companion". After we had walked a while (it seemed forever!), the Lord lifted the cloak just enough for me to see a row of buildings to our right, but what really strengthened me was light that I could see ahead right around a bend. He dropped the cloak over me and we continued. How I wanted to reach that light! But I had to keep pace with the Lord and His steps were unhurried. I clung to Him and He kept His left arm tightly about me. I knew that if I were not under that cloak, I would be lost. Just when I was beginning to think I could no longer go on, it was over. The Lord lifted His cloak and there was the Light! And great glory! He had taken me through some terrible valley, but when I saw the light, I ran as fast as I could. There were many hosts waiting, their voices raised in a joyous chorus... "Bravos rechos! Bravos rechos!" It seemed like a great celebration. The next day I went down to ask the minister what the words meant. He said they meant "The crooked made straight." On August 6, 1974, I had another vision. I saw what appeared to be a vast storehouse high in the heavens. It held boundless treasures. I heard an awesome voice, "Whosoever has believed in Me and has believed in My Son , is one with Me and one with My Son. Because He has overcome, you, too, may overcome. You may partake of My vast, endless supply of treasures. It pleases Me to shower blessings because of My Son. You may ask, and because you will give Me all My glory and My Son all His glory, Iam able to give My Heart's desire." Heavenly voices were raised in song, "Holy, Holy Holy!" I came before the Lord for a time of refreshment and renewal, for I was filled with confusion. Suddenly I was standing in a heavenly place.. The Lord was there and asked, "Do you truly understand what it means to follow me ALL the way?" I said that I thought I did. He continued, "Would you follow if you knew that My servants are sometimes persecuted? Would you follow if you knew that sometimes My servants are martyred ? Think carefully. Would you follow under ANY circumstance?" When He finished speaking, I became aware that something was different from other times when I had stood in heavenly places. I suddenly realized that all was quiet. There had always been heavenly voices raised in praise to the Lord before, but now there was total silence. I looked to my left and saw vast numbers of heavenly hosts assembling for battle. They were mounting war-like steeds and their faces were stern and solemn. It seemed strange for there was much activity, yet not a single sound could be heard. I turned to the Lord hoping for an explanation, but He was not there. I looked back at the army and there He was! He was seated on a large, white steed and every eye was on Him. I heard a command, "You are to go forth and bring a message to those on Earth." "Why would anyone listen to me?" I cried. "It is not your concern whether anyone listens to you or not. It is your concern that you do as I say. Go." I started to leave but turned back and said, "Father, I cannot go without protection, for I am frightened." "You shall have protection." He said. The Watergate scandal and Nixon's resignation were much in the news in August of 1974. My heart was heavy for our country and I was grieved that our nation's leaders seemed to care little for our great heritage, "In God we trust." I was listening to President's Ford inaugural address the morning he took office. Later that evening while I was driving home from visiting some church members, I heard a voice so distinctly that I nearly drove off the road! "Do you want to go?" He asked. "Go where?" I burst out loud. "To Washington" came the answer. I was trembling again. Two days later, I got two new words - "turris salus." I ran down to the minister's office to ask if he could translate them. He said they meant "Protection of a tower or a citadel". On October 2, 1974, I had a vision so brief that it was over in minutes. I saw Jesus and He was about to open a door. He called it "A Seal". He opened it and suddenly there was a stairway leading directly to the Father! On October 23, I had a long vision. Lengthy visions always left me exhausted and spent. I saw Jesus far up in a heavenly place. I understood He was standing in eternity. I saw, without truly understanding, that He was the Living Word. He spoke and a line dropped sharply from the heavens and I understood the line represented Time. The line stopped, made a sharp right angle and traveled on a horizontal plane. I understood the line now represented time on Earth. I understood that TheWord which was in heaven was recording information about Himself so that those on Earth might know Him. The line continued. Suddenly, The Word, which was Jesus, became a part of the line, but the people on Earth did not recognize the One who had been recording the revelations of Himself. He disappeared and the line continued. A severe conflict arose. There was a great dispute between that which had been recorded and the One who had recorded it. Men were separating the two - some giving greater recognition to the written word while other were giving greater recognition to the One who had written it. A mighty battle took place. After the battle was over, the line turned sharply upward and continued on up to heaven from where it had first come, taking with it all the words which had been spoken. The line was no more. A month later, I had another vision. I saw a number of heavenly hosts who were hovering over a dome. I could not tell whether they were protecting it or preparing it for something that was yet to come. I heard one of the hosts saying "Turris salus, turris salus." I remembered my minister's words. "Protection of a tower or citadel." I thought the hosts must be protecting it. I was concentrating intently when I thought I recognized the dome."It looks like the dome of the Capitol in Washington!" I cried. Shortly after that, I had another experience which just devastated me. I heard a voice, "The prayers of My people for this land have reached My Throne." I watched many prayers rising toward the Throne and added mine to the others. I saw mine were the very least of all! How I wept at my unworthiness! I wondered why more prayers were not being raised to heaven when I heard the voice once more, "But the day shall come when every knee shall bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord." Some months passed and my heart was greatly troubled for the problems in the church were worsening. I did not know what to pray any more. I asked the Holy Spirit if He would teach me. I "mentally" stepped aside. Suddenly He was doing just that! The Spirit, Himself, was praying earnestly to the Father as I watched. He prayed for some time and I grew apprehensive. The He was finished. "Could You tell me what you said to the Father?" I meekly asked. He said, "Would you be willing to relinquish all your rights? He was holding what looked like a document in His hands." Consider carefully. Would you be willing to relinquish all your rights? If so, sign the document and return it to Me." I was terribly confused for I did not understand what rights He was asking that I relinquish. I understood the choice was mine and there would be no condemnation if I refused. Whatever it meant, I knew my desire was to keep following the Lord. I signed the document. After I returned it to Him, I was suddenly filled with despair! I saw how sinful was my heart! I saw how rebellious was my heart! I saw how no good thing could come from my heart. I saw that my troubled heart came from my own sin! I cried out to Him, "My heart is so wicked! I am so unworthy! Forgive me!" He spoke ever so gently, "You see,what you have signed away is the right to walk on your own path. What you have signed away is the right to do as you wish. You are now free to walk on the Lord's path. Your are now free to walk in the Lord's light." I understood. With great gratitude, I came before the Lord. Some time had passed since the last experience. It was May of 1975. The awe came over me. I saw a little brown jug. It was plain and ordinary-looking. I thought it was such a common little jug when I heard a voice, "You are this little jug." "What is its use?" I asked. "It certainly has no great beauty!" A hand picked up the little jug and emptied it, although what it contained, I could not tell. The hand set it down again. As I watched, a sparkling, pure, dancing stream of water cascaded down from heaven and started filling the little jug. When it was filled, the hand took the little jug once more, tipped it and the wondrous sparkling water poured and poured and poured! It seemed an endless supply... I could not tell where it was going, but that seemed of no importance. I knew that every vessel, be it plain or ornate, could be filled with the wondrous water once it had been emptied. I had another vision. I saw a great many people and it seemed a terrible danger was threatening them. Someone came forth and led them to a drawbridge. The bridge was lowered and the people entered into a place of safety. I heard a voice, Propuris rechos!" What does that mean?" I asked. "It is referring to preparing the way for the Lord," He said. Down to the minister's office I went to ask him to interpret the words. He pondered a moment, walked over to his book-lined shelves, selected one and came back to his seat. He leafed through the pages, found what he was looking for and handed me the book. There, in a very old book, I saw those very words! "What do they mean? I asked in a shaky voice. "It is referring to preparing the way for the Lord." he said. I had been thinking about the experience when I had seen the hosts hovering over a dome which I thought to be the Capitol Building. It had become a nagging desire of mine to go to Washington to visit the Capitol. My husband and I decided to take a vacation and visit Washington, D.C. During our drive heading north, Iwas suddenly "watching" a group of heavenly hosts! They were rejoicing and praising the Lord They were saying "Propuris rechos! Propuris rechos!" I remembered the words meant "Preparing the way for the Lord". Two of the hosts were told to step forward and accompany us to Washington! When we arrived and were driving down Pennsylvania Avenue, the dome of the Capitol loomed before us and I was overcome. "That looks like the dome in my vision", I cried! The two hosts were no longer "with" us. I knew we would move once more. The following Spring, we sold our furniture, packed only necessities and headed toward Washington. On May 2,1976, we arrived in Alexandria, across the river from D.C. We had no employment, did not know where we would live and had limited funds. The next day, through an unusual set of circumstances, my husband was offered a job and a completely furnished mobile home. But it was not long before we were on the move again. We found a little place on the river, when once again, circumstances were such that we were able to buy a little place on the Shenandoah river in a little town called Front Royal. We continued working in D.C. and living in Alexandria, but drove to our little retreat every weekend. On one of our weekend drives, I leaned back on the seat and closed my eyes. I asked the Lord was my heart was in such turmoil over political events, which had never particularly bothered me before. A voice loud and clear spoke, "Proclaim My Message that Jesus is coming! Proclaim to the nations that all who call on His Name shall be saved! Proclaim to the peoples that all who call on His Name shall be saved! My Grace shall yet abound and your eyes shall see the glory of the coming of the Lord!" I bolted upright in my seat, filled with fear. I spent the next few days poring over my Bible checking every reference to the coming of Jesus. While reading the book of Daniel, where it spoke of the "horrible thing" , I suddenly saw great anti-christ activity in the world. A voice was saying "Tu kliestos". I wrote to my faithful minister asking for a translation, which I had come to accept completely. He answered promptly. "Tu kliestos," he wrote, "is a Greek phrase referring to a "closed condition, such as a closed door or a closed heaven. An example could be found in the parable of the ten maidens in Scripture, five maidens who were prepared and five who were not. When Jesus came, the five who were prepared entered in and the door was closed. Another example could be found in the book of Revelation, when the skies were closed for three and a half years. On March 10, 1977, I had an amazing vision. I "saw" an awesome glimpse of creation and its ultimate fulfillment. I looked upon the Nature of God. So complete was He in absolute perfection, I was overcome with awe. I saw His Holiness, His glory, His mercy, His power. As I watched, I saw that all of Creation came from within His Being, therefore all that He created had to be perfect as He was perfect. Perfection could not bring forth imperfection. Then it was as though I saw the process of Creation. It first came about in two stages. The first stage was The Thought. The second stage was Speaking the Thought. The One who spoke the Thought was called The Word. The Father Thought the heavens, The Word spoke the heavens and the heavens were was created. The Father Thought the Earth, The Word spoke the Earth and the Earth was created. The Father Thought man, The Word Spoke man and man was created. So it was with every single thing that was created. No thing could be brought into existence without The Thought and The Word. And every thing was perfect as They were perfect. Then I saw a wicked thing take place. In the midst of this orderliness, a force arose which sought to destroy it all, causing great havoc. It did not come forth from The Thought or The Word, but from that which had already been created. I did not see how it came about, but I heard its name. It was called Evil. It sought to disrupt, pollute and destroy. The creation was no longer perfect. I saw a great wrath rising mightily within the Being of the Father. His wrath was not directed toward His creation, but toward Evil which wrought such chaos. Then I was watching the amazing conflict! I saw that Evil had no power to create, but great power to destroy. He turned on the creation, meaning to do it terrible harm. His awful weapon was Death and he was able to subject all to its demands. Peace turned into fear. There was nothing any of God's creatures could do. They seemed doomed. The Thought thought a Plan. The Word spoke the Plan. Someone from the midst of creation must overcome Death. Someone on Earth must die and defeat Death by rising again, proving it was no longer master. The Word spoke the Thought." I shall call forth My Only Son, cause Him to be created as a man, die as a man and break the chain of Death by rising again. It had to come about. It had been spoken. The Word became a man, died as a man and overcame Death by the very power of His Word. The Word is called Jesus. The enemy was defeated. God's Plan was revealed. But it was not yet complete. Death was overcome, not destroyed. God's creatures could also overcome death through The Word, but still they were under the curse of Death. Until such a time when it would be completely destroyed. A hush came over all of creation. An awesome voice, causing all the worlds to tremble, spoke, "Behold My Son!" A glory, a splendor, a radiance filled every atom in creation with the knowledge that Jesus was indeed Lord and all of creation fell on its knees proclaiming, "Jesus is Lord!" Evil and his Death fled from His Presence and they were no more. God's perfect Plan was brought to pass. Indeed, it had to be so. The Thought and The Word had spoken. I thought, "What greater thing can the Lord show me?" But the visions continued. I saw a scene in heaven. A heavenly being was holding a sickle in his hand. A voice cried out, "Praestos! The time for the harvest has come!" All those in heaven heard the command and instantly stood waiting and alert. I looked down on the Earth and saw an army being assembled. It reminded me of the army I had seen in heaven with Jesus at its head. I did not see who was at the head of the earthly army. The voice cried out again, "Behold! My servants! See what I shall do! It is time to equip My army. Put aside all that is divisive, harmful and petty. Keep your eyes on Me." I came before the Lord. "Lord, You called us Your servants. What is a servant to do?" He took me to a large dining hall. There was a long table in the center of the room, a table large enough for seating a great number of people. The table was set with meticulous care. Every utensil, every receptacle sparkled. The floor was polished so that it shone like a mirror. The Master of the house came forth. He said, "My hall must be filled with guests. Go forth and invite all who will come. I am preparing a great feast!" When all the guests were seated and the door was locked, He said, "A servant is one who does My bidding." He indicated the guests with a sweep of His arm, "But My servant is the least of all." In October of '77, I had another vision. I saw the two hosts who had accompanied my husband and me to Washington. They were standing under the dome of the Capitol Building. One was standing to my right, the other to my left. Under each was a caption. Written on the caption of the host to my left were the words, "Provos rechos." Written on the caption of the host to my right were the words, "Rechos manus." The host to my left spoke to me, "Do not be afraid. I, too, am a servant of the Lord. I have been kept in readiness for this hour." "Can you tell me what you mean?" I asked. "My purpose is to reveal the Man of Sin." he answered. Suddenly he was seated on a war-like steed holding a banner. He waved it high over his head, leaned down and handed it to someone on Earth who took it from his hand. I turned to the host on my right. He turned away and I knew I was not to speak to him. After this experience, I wrote to my minister once more asking the meaning of the two phrases on the captions. He promptly wrote back. "Rechos manus," he wrote, "is a common Latin phrase meaning 'right hand'. It denotes activity of the hands as opposed to passiveness. Our word, 'manual' is derived from manus. "Provos rechos" has a two-fold meaning dependent on its spelling. It could mean opposites such as 'crooked/straight'; 'unjust/just'; 'depraved/righteous'. Its other meaning would take the from of a synonym such as 'just and right'; 'approved and righteous'; 'fair and straight'." In October of '77, I "met" other servants of the Lord. I looked up in the heavens and saw anumber of hosts. They were grouped together , forming a cloud-like effect. Light surrounded the cloud of hosts, the light coming down and narrowing as it touched the Earth. The light was transparent, but had some kind of power which prevented anything from penetrating it. "Do not fear, for we, too are servants of the Lord. We are in charge of the elements." One of the hosts stepped out and traveled down the center of the 'cone' of light. "Someone on Earth must command us to withhold our rains when the time comes." he said. "Whatever does that mean?" I cried. A great light appeared behind the hosts and as the light grew brighter and brighter, the hosts disappeared from view. Jesus was standing there saying, "But I will be with you." In November, I "met" yet other servants of the Lord. I saw a heavenly council made up of a number of hosts seated in a semi-circle. Jesus sat at the head. These hosts had an authority the others did not have. The Lord called to come stand before them. I went, my heart filled with fear. One of the hosts stepped forward and said, "The Lord has given you artistic talent. Why have you taken it so lightly?" I was confused by his question, but was immediately filled with remorse and asked the Lord's forgiveness. Suddenly a terrible power seemed to be pulling me away from the Council Room. I felt as though some terrible thing was about to happen to me and I cried out in terror, struggling against an unseen evil, "Lord, Thy Will be done! Thy Will bedone... Thy Will be done unto death!" Gradually, the dreadful power released me and I was standing before the Council once more. Standing there, I understood that I had undergone some sort of testing and the hosts and the Lord were pleased with my response. The Lord then spoke, "You are to be My representative on Earth." "But, Lord," I cried, "I am not capable! I am not worthy! Who could liveup to Your purity... Your Holiness... I cannot... " He ignored my cry and continued, "You are to be My representative on Earth. You are to bring no shame to My Name. You will be summoned before this Council periodically that you may understand what you are to do and what you are to say." "Surely You mean Your Church, Lord." For several nights in a row, I had a recurring vision. It was the same one that I had seen before - the heavenly host about to wield the sickle he held in hand. He was speaking, "Praestos clios dominos!" I did not understand and wrote to my minister again. He promptly wrote, "'Praestos' means'ready, at hand, present and waiting'. 'Clios' means 'news, report, news of arrival, fame'. 'Dominos' means, 'Sirs, Sir, or the Lord. Together the sentence would read, 'The news report is ready, Sir' or 'Reports of the leader are ready, Sir.'" The vision did not return. In January of 1978, I "saw" Jesus. He beckoned to me and I went to Him. He placed His left arm around my shoulders and we started walking. We were slowly walking up a steep hill and He told me to love His people. He was talking as one friend would speak with another friend. "Lord," I said, "why are You speaking to me as friend? I am Your servant and not worthy to be called a friend." He smiled and said again, "Love My people." After we had walked some distance, He stopped and said, "Look down." I looked down and saw many people going about their tasks completely unaware of the Lord above them. He told me to love His people a third time. We continued walking and passed through a gray cloud. On the other side of the cloud, we came to a place where everyone there knew the Lord. It was a wondrous place! He told me to look down again. "I can't see anything but the gray cloud, Lord," I said. His eyes filled with such gentleness, compassion, love and great sadness,"You see, they can't SEE Me... Love My people." "Oh Lord," I cried, thousands of people love You. Countless people have given their lives for You and countless more follow Your way. Why are You speaking these words to me?" Sadness filled His eyes, "But they can't SEE Me..." Suddenly an opening appeared in the cloud. It was small but light from heaven was able to stream through and if those on Earth looked up they would see into the heavens. I turned to ask the Lord the meaning of the opening when a young man appeared by my side. He was sweet and gentle and smiling. "Who are you?" Iasked. "My name is Daniel," he said. In April of '78, I saw Jesus again. He was in a different place this time, a place I had not seen before. He called it "My Place of Glory". He was seated on a bench with no arms or back. There was a great light all around Him. He called me to come join Him. and I entered His "Place of Glory." Some distance from the bench was a dark hole. I walked over to it and peered down. There were figures seated at a table and a deep darkness surrounded them. They were plotting evil schemes, unaware that those in the light were watching. They seemed so pitiful and insignificant for I could see that their plans would come to nothing. The light had great power over the darkness. I went back and sat down next to the Lord. "What is the meaning of the darkness?" I asked. "You shall learn." He said. I saw the light and the darkness again. There was a sharp distinction between the two, as though a line divided them and one could not enter the other. I knew, however, that the light could overcome the darkness if it chose to do so. As the vision progressed, I saw a wide wall separating the light from the darkness. The wall was twenty or thirty feet high, but the line which separated them continued upwards until it disappeared from view. I was standing on top of the wall. I looked to my right and and light was everywhere. I looked to my left and there was nothing but darkness. I heard a voice, "Say... 'As it was in the beginning, so it shall be again!'" I repeated what he said, "As it was in the beginning, so it shall be again!" "Say it again!" the voice commanded. I said it a second time. "Say it again!" I said it a third time. I turned to my right and saw a vast army all clad in white mounted on white steeds. Light was all around them. Not a sound could be heard. I turned to my left and saw another vast army clad in black, all mounted on black steeds. Darkness surrounded them. Not a sound could be heard. The armies started advancing toward each other until only the wall on which I was standing separated them. I looked straight ahead and saw a horseman on a white steed approaching with great speed across the top of the wall. He was holding a banner in his right hand. As he came nearer, I saw the words "Provos rechos" written on the banner. He barely slowed down as he scooped me up on his steed and we galloped away in great haste. "Do not turn around!" He said. I knew the Army of Light was about to overcome the Army of Darkness. I saw Jesus. He was walking slowly, wearily up a steep, rocky hillside. He was stepping on flat stones that seemed to form a stairway, but were part of the terrain. His feet were shod in sandals - worn, lowly sandals covered with dust as though He had been walking a very long tome. He seemed to be so tired. I was filled with sorrow and cried, "Oh Lord, How could You give up your Glory to become a man... walking, walking until Your feet are covered with dust and Your steps so weary!" The scene changed in an instant and Jesus was gone. I heard a voice speaking to me, "Consider carefully. This will be your last chance to turn back from the path you have chosen." I was filled with confusion. "What do You mean?" Suddenly that dreadful evil power which had come over me when I had stood before the Heavenly Council swept over me once more. I cried out as I had cried out then... "Thy Will be done! Thy Will be done!" Gradually, it released me. The one who had been speaking continued as though nothing had happened, "I have something in my hand. If you take it and eat it, there will be no turning back". I reached out, took it from his hand and ate it. The scene changed again in an instant. I heard the hosts of heaven saying, "The full number has been reached! It is time to close the door!" I came before the Lord and said,"Lord, with all that You have shown me, I yearn to serve You better. Would You help me understand Your Church more clearly, for there seems to be so much division and conflict among all the denominations..." He took me to a high place and told me to look down. "I don't see anything, Lord." And I waited. Then I saw a large formless mass that was in continual motion and upheaval. Its movements were fluid although it seemed to be solid. Its shape was changing constantly due to the never-ending movement within. It never broke apart - a sort of elastic consistency holding it together. "What is this terribly restless body, filled with such energy and yet without any seeming order?" I asked. Suddenly the mass ceased all movement. In its place stood a large, still body of water, the exact opposite of what it had been moments before. The surface was so calm that not even a ripple disturbed its glass-like surface. At the edge of the body of water, a lofty, majestic mountain rose high into the heavens. The scene was one of complete strength, dignity serenity and complete peace. "I don't understand, Lord." I said. He said, "One on Earth must bring order out of chaos." "But this is Your Church. I thought You would prepare it!" "Does the Bridegroom prepare the Bride?" He asked. "No... the Bride prepares herself." "Did I not send Moses to bring My people out of bondage?" "Yes, Lord," I said. "Did I not send Paul to bring My Message of Salvation to the gentiles?" "Yes, Lord," I said. "May I not send another to bring order out of chaos?" "Yes, Lord." The Lord said, "Record these words from Scripture - 'And you shall know that I am the Lord your God.' and... 'Brethren, I would not have you ignorant'." In July of '78, I saw the host that I had seen on several occasions - the host who had held the banner while standing under the dome. "I have come to tell you my name," he said. "I am the angel, Uriel. I have been sent to teach you many things, but you are still too fearful." I had not thought of the hosts that I had seen as angels and certainly not angels with names! "If your name is Uriel, what is the name of the other angel who was standing with you under the dome?" "His name is Raphael." I came before the Lord. "Lord, I am sorry that I am always so fearful when You speak with me. I would like to be taught by the angel Uriel that You have sent. Uriel appeared before me instantly. "Observe," he said. I saw two columns. The column to my right was in the light. The column to my left was in darkness. At the head of the column of darkness stood Evil. At the head of the column of light stood The Father. Directly below Evil, stood his Anti-Christ. Directly below The Father stood His Christ. Directly below the Anti-Christ stood the head of an evil government. Directly below the Christ stood the head of God's government. Directly below the evil ruler stood the false prophet. Directly below God's ruler stood God's prophet. Evil handed his attributes to his Anti-Christ. Anti-Christ handed his power to the evil ruler. The evil ruler handed all his power to the false prophet. The Father handed His attributes to His Christ. They did not give Their power to Their man in government, but rather empowered him to fulfill Their purposes. God's ruler did not give God's prophet power, but rather The Father empowered him to fulfill Their purpose. There were many evil angels who were commanded by Evil to do as the false prophet bade them. There was a myriad of God's angels and they were commanded by the Father to do as His prophet bade them. Evil's prophet and God's prophet stood facing each other. "Do you understand why one on Earth must bring order out of chaos... why one on Earth must command the angels? The final battle will be waged on Earth." Uriel said. Shortly after this vision, Uriel appeared before me again. "You are to come with me," he said. He took me into the presence of the Most High God. I heard the Father's voice. "You are not the keeper of the Words spoken to you. Return them to Me. You shall be shown many wonders, but do not record them for a time." I returned all the words that I had recorded to the Father. Uriel and I returned to Earth. Uriel said, "I have been instructed to stay with you." "But why?" I asked. "For your protection," he said. A year passed and I did not record any of the visions shown me, although they came with great frequency. One day in August of '79, the Father said,"Take up your pen and write down all that has been shown to you this past year." I took up my pen. |
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