The Awe Party


After the astounding visitations from God this week over the 16th and the 17th years of Sally’s life, she decided the parts needed to party.  The intent was to take the awe from God that had imprinted the land at the camp where they were gathered with “Samuel,” the male Original Self, and extend it to the untouched area on the south side of the river.

Plans were made by Sally and the parts during the week.  Sally cleaned house on Saturday.  The Mercy portion of her spirit planned a special dinner.  There were candles and fragrance and colors and clothes.

A couple of hours before the event, anxiety in the parts began to rise.  What if Jesus did not come to the party?

Sally pushed through.   She lit the candles and proceeded to celebrate the week with her meal.

Then attention turned inside.  There were a total of 25 parts ready and waiting.  And Jesus was not there. Anxiety was arm wrestling with despair for the lead role in her emotional palette when one of the parts screamed, “Jesus is coming, Jesus is coming, Jesus is coming!”

And indeed, He came.

He greeted each one of the parts individually with a caress or kiss and a word of personalized acknowledgement of their design.

Anxiety and despair were vaporized and the camp was redolent with dignity.

The dance troupe performed next.  As was appropriate for being on the south, male, side of the river, the dance was strong, intense and bold.

Jesus celebrated them when they were done.

Then He took the initiative and directed them to the 13 year mark of her river/time line.  Everyone followed Him down the south side of the river, where people rarely go.

This was hugely significant for Sally since she has known for a long time that she has a cycle of time, running every 13 years.  She has scrubbed those years with immense vigor multiple times, so she was very interested in seeing what would happen next.

Upon arrival, Jesus instructed the parts to scatter and each find a stone to build a monument.  As they regathered with their stones, they were instructed to bless the year with a specific blessing as they added their stone to the monument.

Then Jesus surprised her saying He was going to establish a fragrance portal for revelation there.  He said it was not part of her original time line, but He was going to establish it there for her now as His gift to her for going forward with confidence.

Then He summoned an angel.  It was massive and came with thunder and lightning wrapped around it.  It stood with its back to the river and moved its wings intensely and intentionally, gathering up water from the river and sprinkling drops on each of the parts.  Each of the drops of water was loaded with light and color.  This went on for quite a while as the parts received something through that process.

At the time, Sally felt it was perhaps equivalent to a baptism for the parts.

Then the angel exited and Jesus explained that at 13, the dark side had taken something out of her that was vital and had placed something evil in her to set the stage for damage done at age 14.

This was fascinating.  We knew 14 was a turning point year for evil which is why we had asked God to cleanse time there on the first day.  He did nothing and went to 16 instead.  Now we understand that He needed to dismantle this junk at the 13th year before He could do what needed to be done at the 14th.

Time seemed to stop for a bit and Sally felt some deep work inside her while Jesus removed and replaced the essential resources that had been tampered with.

Eventually that settled and then the parts formed up to march.  Jesus had earlier sent four drums to them, so they had two drummers in front and two behind as they marched away from the monument to the south, toward the portals for Death and Sheol.  This was the original idea behind the event – to take the awe from the 16th year group and use it to sanctify the land south of the river and east of the camp.

And NOW the whole group had a stunningly larger deposit of awe after receiving the baptism from the angel and watching Jesus restore the essential resources in Sally.

They marched with vigor while Jesus went with them, until there was a sense that it was far enough for this venture.

They returned to the camp and sat together savoring.

There were more things planned, but Samuel had the wisdom to know that if they did them, it would simply be programs not power, and that they had achieved the objective and needed to stand down now.

Jesus drew out of the parts that facet of the day that landed deeply for each one.  And He shared some of His thoughts over the process.

Then He left.

Sally is no stranger to integrations.  Some are low impact, some extremely intense.  But as she looks forward, it is difficult to imagine what the impact will be on the two Original Selves to have parts added to them that are so loaded with awe and wisdom.  The implications to Sally are stupendous.

AND there is the wonderment about going forward.  When will He integrate them?  Will He engage with year 14 now, or go on to 18?  What will be the flavor of those years?

She is acutely aware of entering into the third phase of her Christian life.

In the first phase there was awe over Jesus being willing to forgive her for her past.

In the second phase, there was and is awe over God being willing to give her a future that is bright in spite of her past.

But nothing in her wildest imaginations could prepare her for the concept that God would go back in time to restore and repair her time line.

The years 16 and 17 still have flavor and texture and substance to her.  Time after time, day after day, she goes back and savors those two years and the dynamic implications of awe and wisdom being woven together as a continuum.

She wonders what the other years might be like.

But pulsing in and through all the other thoughts that are colliding with each other like a pinball machine on Red Bull, is the point of highest awe:  JESUS CAME!

It was not always this way.

Copyright August 2017 by Arthur Burk

Alters and Land


I talked with “Sally” today about the way God healed her 16th year.  She was still in awe of the experience.  The year had been awful when she first lived it, and she had no idea that it was even possible to redeem such a mess.

The awe that was felt yesterday had grown overnight as the immensity of the experience settled more and more deeply in her.

In addition, the nine 16 year old parts in the safe place were all 100% cleansed, restored and ebullient about their place in life and about their God.  Quite an abrupt change from the hopeless, passive aggressive stance of the previous day.

I pondered the fact that the nine were not integrated and wondered if God left them there to sanctify the land with awe.  I proposed to the male Original Self who is in charge of that area, that he consider leveraging the awe.  I suggested he use his discernment to check the land and see how far out the awe in the land radiates, then plan an awe party once a week on the edge of the existing pool of awe, to expand it, week after week.

He and his team are over the top excited about the vision and their plans for a robust party of parts on Saturday are well underway.

After the survey of yesterday’s masterpiece, we turned our eyes to the rest of the teen years.  Before I could even ask God anything, the Holy Spirit interjected that it would not be anything like the 16 year old patch.

Fine with me.  We are, after all, SLG!

Our pursuit is of new flavors of the poly-variegated wisdom of God.  So I prepared to be very nimble and to follow the leading of the Lord.

I asked where He wanted to go, and He said, “17 years old.”

I spoke to the parts in that sector, introduced myself and said that God needed to do some work there, and therefore I needed to help relocate them.  I designated a staging area by the river and asked them to come.

One responded, said there were five.  It took a bit of negotiation, but eventually all came to the staging area.  The Holy Spirit said there were four more who were in caves and had not seen light or had fresh air for a long time.  New dynamic to me, but hey!  New colors of His wisdom, right?

I asked the Holy Spirit to open the caves, then negotiated with the parts.  One was particularly recalcitrant, preferring to die than try to change.  I appealed to her to give me one day.  Just come out, go to where the others are, sit silently on the periphery and watch for one day, then make her choice.  She was quite unwilling, but yielded in action, while obviously making a lot of inner vows about not believing a thing she would see.

I asked the male Original Self to come gather up the nine from the staging area and take them to his safe place.

Then, with huge expectancy, I asked the Trinity what they wanted to do with this time frame.

I heard over the phone as Sally gasped in surprise.  It took a while for her to be able to articulate what was happening, but God was cleansing the land, not time, and did it in a way so thorough, He even changed out a lot of the vegetation, so there would not be trees that had absorbed the toxicity of the land.

It was a process.  We waited and Sally occasionally commented on it.

The theme was abundant life, not awe.

When He was done, I asked Him one step at a time, to release that life to her spirit, soul, body, birthright and offices.  Then we asked Him to weave the two years of superbly healed time together, as they should be.

Sally was more than overwhelmed by the intensity of the redemption of that time.  She had no idea it could be so.

Later in the day, the OS brought some of the 17 year olds back to that patch so they could see the magnitude of the transformation that had taken place from the hand of God.  They had felt His work in them, when we released the LIFE of God into the soul, including those parts, but nothing could have prepared them for the visual impact of the transformation.

There was no sense of needing to talk about integration today, but the party on Saturday just doubled in size and increased in flavor as the LIFE of God was added to AWE of God.

There is a mixture of anticipation and reticence in going forward.  Eighteen was one ugly year.  The soul cringes at dealing with some very hostile parts in that sector.  The spirit is sure this will become a new revelation of the poly-variegated wisdom of God.

Copyright August 2017 by Arthur Burk

Speeding Up Integration


Our passion is to see the entire journey of healing SRA/DID reduced to a five minute process, like physical healing from cancer or regenerative miracles is usually done in less than five minutes.  Quite obviously, we have a few thousand things yet to learn, but we are making progress.

Here is some good news.

“Sally” is a survivor who has been on her journey for over a decade.  She has done a lot of work on her time line, using the imagery of the river of time/life that we discuss in the “Tools for Freedom” series.  We thought things were in pretty good shape there.

However, recently some stuff wobbled in the teenage section of her time line, so she decided to take another pass through that area.  She asked God to show her what the time line looked like at age 14 (a known unstable time in her life) and absolutely nothing came up on the screen.

So she took a step back and asked what He did want to show her since He obviously didn’t like her idea!  Immediately the 16th year came into focus.  That was interesting since she had a cluster of 15 parts who had come out of that zone recently and were in the safe place, detoxing.

The visual of the time line was ambiguous, so we decided to go with a very ambiguous prayer!  I simply asked whichever portion of the Trinity wished to, to act upon that section of the time line.

She saw nothing through the process, but felt a huge amount of activity.  I sat silently for ten or fifteen minutes while the sixteenth year of time was being cleansed, repaired and refurbished by Father.  (Note:  those are three separate activities.  For her, the refurbishing, putting back in things that had been lost, was enormous).

When the action stopped, she had a sense of amazement over how appealing the 16th year felt to her. Previously that was a year defined by broken dreams and was seen as the place where she stopped living and began to simply exist.

She still could not describe what had happened during those 15 minutes since there was no visual, but there was immense change and this year was inviting, exciting, alive and sparkly.  Quite a shift.

I asked Jesus Christ if there was anything He wanted to do, now that the Father’s work was done, and there was silence.

I asked very cautiously whether the vitality of the 16th year be extended to the 15 parts – all 16 years old – who were in the safe place.  Again, a strong sense of movement, although nothing was visible.

When there was quiet once again, I had a sense to move toward integration.

Normally I am hugely interactive with integration.  I want the parts to want it.  Some are ready immediately as soon as the topic is broached.  Some want to stay apart and watch for a few weeks.  Regardless, I never try to talk a part into integration.  Waiting is my default.

So this urgency to move toward integration without any discussion or any permission from the parts is UTTERLY counter-intuitive to me, but the presence of God was so strong I went with it.

I called for the male and the female Original Selves to come to the gathering, and asked Father and Jesus what they wanted to do.  Instantly three parts were integrated into each one.

I paused and asked if there was any more, and there was silence.

So I reached out for the first time in this process and asked the nine who were left if anyone wanted to talk.

One of the remaining 16 year olds immediately asked, “WHAT just happened?”

I talked lightly about the cleansing of time.  She was simply in awe that she could feel so clean.  She had no frame of reference for this kind of clean existing, much less that it could be hers.  I sat and helped her savor the awe for a while, then detached from the group.

Three lessons to be learned from this process.

-CLEANSING, REPAIRING AND REFURBISHING TIME is a powerful tool for speeding up the process.  We talk about this at length in “Tools for Freedom” and in “Accessing Intimacy with God.”  Even though we “knew” those truths years ago, they are becoming more and more validated these days.  Spending 15 minutes in silence while God systematically rebuilt an entire year of her life, resulted in His dealing with the toxicity of 15 parts all at once!

I could get used to this.  A great compression of the process.

-GROUP INTEGRATIONS ARE POSSIBLE!  Historically, everyone’s Original Self has had limited capacity for integration, so we do one at a time, or two in a day, then have to wait a couple of days for assimilation to take place before the next integration.

Clearly God can suspend the Laws of Nature that govern capacity in Original Self and effortlessly integrate more, without violence.  When the time is right, it will be no difficulty for Him to integrate all the parts in a person in five minutes!

-AWE is a healing tool.  I have never noticed it before, but awe is not an emotion that I have seen parts evidence.  I enjoy seeing them find peace, comfort, joy and community.  But now we have nine parts who were deliberately not integrated by God, because He wanted them to marinate in awe for a while.

I have no idea how that will change the environment of Sally’s inner world to have such a significant deposit of awe in the safe zone, or what it will be like to integrate parts that bring with them a one dimensional perspective of God – awe.

We will be watching Sally’s inner world closely to see what transpires.  It makes sense on so many levels because SRA is designed to counter anything that even vaguely resembles awe!  So for God to unilaterally re-introduce awe into the culture and environment of a survivor on a journey is an utterly fascinating development.

We are not at the five minute mark yet, but we took a few weeks off the process today with the work on one year of time impacting a whole group of parts.  Needless to say, she will be looking at the other turbulent years very soon.

We keep marching!

“And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.”  Romans 5:5 NIV

Copyright August 2017 by Arthur Burk

 

 

 

 

 

Return of Desire for Suicide


I have a friend who had battled with suicide some years ago.  She healed, grew and was moving toward a dynamic life.

Two weeks ago, she started having random headaches and nausea which escalated to full blown desire for suicide.

It was clear from the onset that this was a demonic intrusion.  She had just received a rather clear indication from the Lord that she was getting a promotion in her spiritual journey and was entering into a new season of her life.  But the new season was fiercely contested by the enemy.

But suicide?  How could that be, when this was so far behind her, and she had so much to live for at the present?

We began to pursue our standard diagnostic question.  What changed?

There is a vast amount of normal and stable things in her life right now, so that made the one thing that changed stand out even more.

Smell.

For a few weeks, there had been intermittent smells of smoke from the upstairs apartment.  From the beginning, it had been illogical.  Smoke generally goes up, not down!  And for the smoke of a cigarette to be so strong as to carry from the neighbor’s apartment to hers was quite bizarre.

As we looked in that direction for a couple of weeks, the evidence mounted that the residents of that unit were on assignment against her and knew exactly what they were doing.  Apparently the local critters were not overly appreciative of her spiritual promotion and the word went out to kill her.

We were still stuck figuring out how smoke could open the door for that strong of a demonic attack.

God ended up exposing the second head of Leviathan in the brain.  We broadly think of the second head as dealing with weather, but I realized we could ratchet down from the macro of weather to the micro of the air we breathe.

So I engaged the critter briefly and asked what his point of entry was.  Silence.  Then the Holy Spirit said “bone.”  That was an interesting new concept to me.  I asked Leviathan whether his point of access was a bone, and he fled rather than answer me, which is a rather resounding “Yes!”

I mulled that for a bit.  I know there are eight cranial bones and 14 facial bones.  I held that up to “Sally” and she picked cranial.  I put the first letter of each one of the eight out there, and she chose “E.”  She is not overly knowledgeable about human anatomy, so this was a spiritual discernment answer, not a soul guess.

Ethmoid bone.  Off to Wikipedia to learn about it.  Hmm . . . the bone behind the nose, between the two eye sockets where the olfactory nerve goes.  Olfactory.  Smell.  Looks like we are onto something.

And the ethmoid bone is made up of three parts, which suggests the fractal of three.

I asked Sally to put a bit of anointing oil on her upper lip to see if it would help cleanse her ethmoid bone now that Leviathan was gone.  She did and promptly threw up.  I remembered that nausea was a recent – and non-familiar – part of the battle.  I circled back around and found another Leviathan in her gut who went much more obediently than Lot’s wife.

Did a general cleanup and all was good . . . until a day or two later, when the neighbors sent smoke to her.

That night, suicide was strong.  In the morning, I kicked the same two critters out again and then pondered what else to do.  The Holy Spirit said the Spirit of Death was still there, and directed me to look at smell in Scripture.

Took me a bit.  First hit was 2 Corinthians 2:14-17  NIV.

“But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him.  For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing.  To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life.  And who is equal to such a task?  Unlike so many, we do not peddle the word of God for profit.  On the contrary, in Christ we speak before God with sincerity, like men sent from God.”

Sounded solid, but I knew I wasn’t there yet.

Suddenly the Spirit brought to mind the King James term “sweet savor” that is used to describe the Levitical sacrifices which sure didn’t smell sweet to the human nose.  Ever smelled meat, leather and hair burning?  Not quite Chanel #5.

Now I was loaded.  My Exhorter rose up with eloquence all over him and called the Spirit of Death to attention.

He pointed out that Sally had been baptized into the death of Christ and Christ was the fulfillment of millions of Old Testament offerings, the ultimate sweet savor to God, and therefore . . .

Death left so fast he forgot to take his American Express card.  Unspeakably rude to leave before the Exhorter gave the invitation.

Exhorter expounded for a while anyway, since that is what Exhorters do, asking that the perfection of the fragrance of Christ’s death would purge all the sludge that had been left behind on the ethmoid bone.

Then Sally put a strategy in place, praying that the light of God, the sound of heaven’s worship and the sweet savor of Jesus’ sacrifice would invade the apartment upstairs and cause vast consternation to the demons who had been sent to kill her before she enters into the fullness of this next season of her journey.

All told, a new chapter of weirdness for us.

Sally seems to have a strong fragrance anointing.  I don’t know if that is why breathing became such a large gateway for Leviathan and Death to come in, or whether the people upstairs are particularly skilled in this kind of warfare.

For now, she is mulling over all the verses about “sweet savor” in Scripture and the “finished work of Christ on the cross” has a new layer of meaning as she vigorously identifies with His being the fulfillment of a whole burnt offering on the cross, and her being part of that – crucified with Him.

And the people and critters upstairs should be on the defensive for a while considering her fierce intentionality.

The association of the second head of Leviathan with Death was quite new, but made sense when we looked closely at it.

Another scam learned.  Another bomb defused.

Onward.

Copyright August 2017 by Arthur Burk

 

A Strange Writer’s Block


Suzie is on a journey which includes healing from D.I.D.  She is well down the road, with her Original Self established in the present time and her spirit well involved in daily life.

She lives most of her life without work-arounds, and from time to time as new parts surface, she has a protocol to engage, cleanse and integrate them.

Along the way, she found a part who said her name was Writer.  This part is in the present, staying with Original Self, but has opted not to integrate.  Suzie is fine with that.

I have a brief coaching session with Writer once every month or six week, working on her writing skill.  Her first stories were shallow.  I taught her how to build more layers into the stories and how to enlarge the emotional range of the problem the story addresses.  Then it was point of view, character development, tone, texture, principles, etc.  Basic writing skill from my highly biased perspective.

And she wrote.  Suzie’s busy lifestyle limited available time for Writer, but every month, she cranked out a new story and each one was remarkably better than the one before.  Her volume was pretty low, but her growth in expertise from story to story was dramatic.

I became vaguely aware that I hadn’t heard from Writer for a while, but with all I have to do here, I didn’t really look in that direction.  Eventually I got an email from her saying she was empty, could not write anything, and felt she needed to be integrated into Original Self so she could get back to writing.

I visited with her for a bit today.  I have no objections to integration.  In Suzie’s life there have been a small number of parts who opted out of integration for a while, and each one eventually decided they would rather have the larger playing field of Suzie’s life than the independence of being a part.  So Writer’s request was highly typical of Suzie’s journey.

HOWEVER, it didn’t feel right to me, so I poked around.

My bottom line, which I explained to her, is that I had no issues with integration but I sure would feel better about her going in with sparkles rather than defeated.  She concurred that this was pretty much a position of powerlessness.  She had used all the tools for overcoming writer’s block I had given her a while back, and nothing worked.

I asked her permission to snoop for a bit, and she gave it.

Original Self assured me that all was clean and clear in her space.  There had been no defilement or wet blanket.

We scanned the horizon checking out the usual sectors where Suzie occasionally has trouble and nothing clicked.

I went to the Teacher portion of her spirit and held up three trial balloons.

-“They” took something out of her.

-“They” put some covering over her.

-“They” put a partition inside her blocking her from access to her treasure.

Teacher voted for #2.

Instantly I saw a burqa.  Suzie has no connections we know of with that culture, so I assumed this was an analogy.  What I extracted from that was that a burqa is designed to hide a woman’s beauty.  I wondered who wanted Writer’s beauty hidden.

Immediately I flashed to an old, old story from her school days of a teacher who reviled her and told her how dumb and hopeless she was in all things related to writing and speech.  That was aggravating since I know Suzie had done a LOT of work on that incident over the years.

What could be still there that would allow this level of attack?

The Holy Spirit said, “Pandora’s Box.”  Ah yes!  The incident in Suzie’s life was designed to activate the old generational stuff.  Made sense.

We were on a roll.

I asked the Spirit what He wanted to show me.  Instantly I saw an almost cartoonish stereotypical picture of the tall, angular, spinster, school teacher with her hair in a tight bun, huge glasses riding down her nose and habitual anger in every line of her face.  She was standing over a little girl in a blue dress in her primary school desk, raging at the little one who was just paralyzed with terror, unable to really imagine what she did to prompt such an emotional assault.

I did the usual, asking God to sit in judgment on all the assaults all the teachers have made against school kids in Suzie’s generations asking Him to cancel the power of words that were not true and right and just.  I asked Him to strip away fear, shame, paralysis and confusion.

Next up were all the inner vows in the generations where kids rejected their writing, rejected their design, rejected the fire in their belly, rejected taking initiative, rejected the pursuit of excellence and opted for keeping a low profile, in a survival mode.

I asked for that cleansing to be brought forward to the present.

Paused and “felt.”

Teacher or Writer (I can’t remember whom) reported progress, but it felt to me like I was shoveling the snow off a driveway using a spoon.  For all the huffing and puffing I just did, the three little piggies were still doing just fine.

Asked the Holy Spirit for my next cue card.  Instantly saw a dagger in the back of her right knee.  Ah, yes, the old standard picture of jealousy coming against her dominion.

I pondered where that might be from and saw a picture of an oral community having a monthly gathering.  The village elders were primary, the rest of the community gathered around the circle, and the official historian was sharing a story while the rest listened with rapt attention.

Suddenly it all made sense.  It isn’t about Writer.  It is about the Story Telling office.  The Story Teller wasn’t entertaining.  He was sharing a historical vignette to pass on the history to an oral society, but more than that, he was telling THAT story because the elders needed a particular value reinforced in the community.

And Writer does not write for entertainment.  She has an AX to grind and every one of her stories is pounding away at the same value.

So . . . over the generations, the office of Story Teller has been in her family line from time to time.  They have shaped cultures through their skill and their choice of which values to endorse.  And there has been jealousy from others in power over the fact that the Story Teller was more influential than those with political power.

It all fit.

I dealt with the jealousy issue.  (If this is new to you, go to our Free Audio, select the Spiritual Warfare album, and you can hear the strategy for dealing with jealousy there).  Brought the cleansing forward to Writer.

Paused to feel.

Ah!  I have graduated from a spoon to a snow blower. The driveway is looking good.

Oh, wait!  Not so fast.

The Holy Spirit pulled up the previous picture of the village gathering and this time the Story Teller was not just telling, but was being highly dramatic, playing several people in turn, on his imaginary stage.  But what was new in the picture was Father watching from the back, smiling contentedly as the Story Teller was doing exactly what Father designed him to do – loving his job, doing it with skill, shaping the values of the culture.

I moved swiftly to ask God to explore the family lines all the way back, long before there were written words, and to identify every ancestor who was in the office of Story Teller and who acquitted themselves well.

Then I asked Him to gather up His immense joy over the function of that office and to marinate Writer in Father’s joy over the AX she is grinding and her passion to change her culture!

And this time when I paused to feel, it was a gentle summer morning on the driveway and the plants were vibrant with life.

Writer was in a pretty good place.

I bailed, leaving her basking in the moment.  We shall see what bubbles up from her in the next month.

I am still quite open to an integration, and feel she can write bigger in Original Self than by herself, but that is up to her.  At least if we do an integration soon, it will be from a position of being an incredibly valuable treasure, rather than a whipped puppy.

Copyright August, 2017 by Arthur Burk

 

 

 

 

 

4. Heart Cleansing: Religious Spirit


In the last week, a lot of things outside of Sally have started to shift.  People have moved in and move out of her life.  Friendship and opposition have both edged upward.  There were a couple of unexpectedly harsh demonic assaults, but over all, there has been a groundedness inside that she has longed for, for decades.

Today we moved in the direction of her left atrium which has been a trouble spot for years.  This is the chamber we identify with the Holy Spirit.  In the past, her spirit has not been able to see inside the chamber and cursory warfare has not been able to clean it up.

Prophet and Exhorter left the Seat of Dominion to be eyes on the ground.

I tried a few things to clean it up and nothing even flickered.  Asked God to show where in the time line things had gone bad, and the answer was 14th century and Sally saw a book.  It was clear from that symbol that we were dealing with something in the “Old Country” not with Native American issues.

I asked God to show her the time line, and Father and Son were missing and the Holy Spirit one was frayed and broken.

After some questioning with hits and misses, the story that emerged was of the Mother Superior of an abbey who recruited vigorously, and who abhorred intimacy, and became the ultimate arbiter of everything for the nuns under her.  In other words, plain, old fashioned religious spirit stuff.  Nothing special here.

I challenged the story line since nuns are supposed to be virgins and that creates problems with their having descendants.  There were two alternatives.  One was that the denizens of the abbey were vigorous in extending their spiritual beliefs and covenants to the extended families, with or without their permission.  The other is that holiness and morality did not prevail as it was supposed to.

Regardless, there was a sense that we could run with this.

The pattern of the religious spirit was distressingly familiar, not just in the culture at large, but in Sally’s own life in past years.

-A strong leader who claims to speak for God.

-Obedience elevated and intimacy dishonored.

-The Word used as a club to dishonor and intimidate people.

-The Word interpreted only by the leader.

-Uniqueness in an individual journey assaulted as a sign of heresy, rebellion and an independent spirit.

-No provision for a graceful exit from the organization.

Some critters never innovate.  Fourteenth century; twenty-first century.  Same old, same old.

Did some renunciations, and there was considerable feeling in her heart and spiritual conflict in her whole body.

When the rumble settled, Sally reported that two lines had been erased from the book.  A good sign.  I got a nudge that some of the story needed to be rewritten, so petitioned for that too and waited a bit.

Asked for and got a good repair of the Holy Spirit strand of time.

Asked for essences or offices to be restored.

No action.

Asked where we needed to go in time for the Father and Son strands.  God gave us two different times.  Did quick, non-mysterious work at both places and saw restoration of vibrancy.

So all three strands were right and clean and bursting with vitality at the 14th century.   I asked God if there were any essence or offices to be restored into the time line here.

No answer or movement.

Tough call.

Do I go forward, or is this something I need to fight for?  I had no data that suggested that there were missing essences or offices.  Just a pervasive experience with the religious spirit that they reject those portions of a person that are most apt to engage with God in an original way, so I assumed something might be lost here.

Against my better judgment, I decided to move on.  Might have to circle back in the future.

I asked Prophet and Exhorter for a report on the left atrium.  They said it was emptied out and clean, but just plain wrong.

I poked around a bit, and “wrong” ended up being distortion of shape.

I taught on the importance of shape.  There are two prominent cubes in the Bible.  The first is the Holy of Holies which housed the Shekinah glory of God and kept it away from sinful people so that it would not destroy them.

The second is the New Jerusalem which also houses the visible glory of God, but is specifically designed to diffuse it into all the saints present.  I proclaimed that there is a right shape for everything, and a profound spiritual meaning for every shape.

I asked that God would restore the spiritual and physical shape of the LA to match the original, holy template that still exists.

Fair amount of drama for a few minutes.

There was awe for Prophet and Exhorter when they saw the restored LA.

We asked God to bring the repair work on time from the 14th century through to the present and imprint it on the first three chambers of her heart.

A great joy came over Sally, and an exuberance.  The joy of the other day was more like an awe – stand back and worship.  This one carried energy!

I left her there soaking in the presence of God (or in non-religious language, bouncing off the wall with excitement), but a half hour later, the one part, who we will call Judy, who had not integrated with the last wave of joy, sent me an IM.

We went back and forth a bit.  I asked what the difference was between that joy and this one, and she commented with surprise that the joy had reached her, even though she was far from the two Original Selves.

I wrote back the following:  “The Jesus joy went into the two people.  I think the Holy Spirit joy has gone into nature and will affect the land, trees, birds, color, sound and smell.  All of the parts still in darkness will experience a pleasant taste intruding into their prisons.”

She acknowledged that this fit her experience.  Then wrote, “Can I help to get others out of darkness?”

That is the first time I have had a PART indicate an interest in the freedom of others.  Normally I have to send a portion of the spirit to do that, so this was remarkable, especially since this was the part that a few days ago, held back from integration because it was too new!

I asked what she would do.  She said, ” Going there to ask if somebody likes to come to the light and get hope and life.”

So I got on the phone with Sally.  Judy said there was a 16 year old she knew about.  I waited while she tried to get her, but she was in a cage and Judy could not do anything at all with the lock.

I told her to stand back.  I referenced Rev. 3 where Jesus has the ultimate set of keys.  I asked him to open the cage and heard a shout of shock and awe from Judy.  “Did you see THAT?  It just flew open.  I couldn’t do a single thing and it just flew open.”

I assured her that Jesus was pretty much an over the top specialist in cages, locks and doors.

Judy went in, got the 16 year old and took her to the staging area.  She decided some clean up was in order, so took her into the cleansing pool then back to the sunlight on the grass for continued detox.

I thought we were done, but Judy suddenly asked, “What is my purpose?”  I said I didn’t know, but Jesus did.  I asked Him to come and explore the topic.

Long silence.  No evidence of Jesus.  Judy said He must be busy with other things.  She was crushed.

Since that is fairly non-representative of the nature of Jesus, I pondered what the problem could be.

I knew a bit of Sally’s story and know that in her childhood, she was in a fairly anti-God environment.  I wondered if there was a trauma bond to time affecting the parts that were still that age, even though Sally is an adult now.

I floated a trial prayer asking God to release all of the parts from the spiritual dynamics of the age that they were locked into, and to bring them into the full blessings of the present that Sally lives in.  I have never done that before, since integration solves the disconnect-with-Jesus problem.

But, it seemed reasonable to facilitate all parts who want to connect with Jesus to be able to do so.  Hence the trial balloon.

We will try anything here, since God is quite faithful at ignoring me when my imagination runs away with me.

In this case, we scored.  I heard Judy’s excited comment, “He is coming!”

In answer to her query about what her purpose is, He told her to do something with land.  She was a bit disappointed with the answer and asked me what to do with that.

I illustrated it this way.

I tell Mom, “I’m bored.”

She says, “Go read a book.”

I go to the bookcase and pull off the book I want to read – my choice is an expression of my design.

I encouraged her to go back to the spring of conception, walk the whole length of the River of Time on the north side, then to cross and explore the south side.

Somewhere in there, she would see something she wanted to engage with, and that would be the revelation of her design.

She got it!

And I sat back smiling at yet another brilliant example of Jesus’ fathering skills.  Never the easy answer.  Always the challenge to use the resources we have (time, feet and eyes in her case) to discover and unpack who we are.

So, we parked the saga there.

One more chamber of the heart to go.

But today, Sally is simply buzzing with joy, hope and energy.  She left the house to go burn off some of her spiritual and emotional exuberance with some physical exuberance!

Copyright August, 2017 by Arthur Burk

 

 

3. Heart Cleansing: A Fun Resurrection


Sally and I were able to have another session today.

We had some unfinished business with the essence called Dominion who had been newly released from its cage in the last session.

I started by asking Servant about her involvement with the restoration of Dominion.  (See previous blog).

She said that when I asked for the angels to come and clean up Dominion, she “just knew” that this one was hers.

THAT is one of the finest examples of obedience there is.  When you know your design, you don’t need to be told to act on WHO YOU ARE.

I asked about the division of labor and she said the angels did the clean up and repair while Servant was there to make sure that there was no sense of rejection or abandonment in Dominion.  In some way, she, Servant, made Dominion feel legitimate in the community of Sally’s humanity.

That was an interesting insight.  But again, all about design.  Who better to imprint inclusion on a previously excluded portion of someone’s essence than Servant?

So we segued to the integration of Dominion back into Sally’s life, looking at the spot in the time line from a few centuries ago that we had been cleansing.  I observed to God that my model of the Trinity’s involvement in us is that the Father gives life, Jesus gives dominion and the Spirit brings honor.

I asked whether in practical terms that meant that the essence of Dominion would be added to Jesus’ strand of time.

There was a light weight affirmation, but I think this topic bears more observation as we go forward.

I asked the Lord to install Dominion in her rightful place and we waited.

Nothing at all happened.  Not even a flicker.

So I asked the Holy Spirit for a cue card.  The thought that floated up gently was that there might be another essence that had also been lost here.

I wasn’t sure whether that was the Spirit answering my request, or whether that was just my over active imagination, but I have no difficulty framing the thought as a petition, since God is quite adept at ignoring my imaginative requests, and quite consistent at honoring the hints that come from the Spirit.

I asked if there was another.

Sally IMMEDIATELY saw an essence that was literally buried and she knew that it was Connectivity.  THIS was needed for her to be able to connect deeply with The Father.

Made a lot of sense.

Since her forefather had chosen to enter into a deal with darkness, it would behoove him to disconnect from God.  Failure to do that would cause him to be haunted with guilt, fear, shame, etc.  Hence the crude “backyard grave” for Connectivity.

And I could see that God would not be too excited about giving Sally dominion if she was not connected to Him so as to use dominion wisely.

And, as a side note, I wonder how many people are unable to connect with God these days because some ancestor overtly repudiated the ABILITY to connect.  And though they confess their generational iniquities, clearing the slate, they don’t necessarily get back the ability to connect, since it seems to be an essence. Methinks there is a lot of work to be done here!

But I digress.

I pondered how to proceed.  God the Father raised Jesus from the dead.  Jesus raised Lazarus.  The Holy Spirit raised Eutychus.  I decided to throw it up for grabs and asked someone in the Trinity to raise Connectivity from the dead/grave.

Suddenly Sally burst out laughing.

She explained that it was just like when Jesus was raised from the dead.  He was good to go.  Didn’t need any help with PTSD, inner healing, cleansing from the crud in the grave.  He came out ready to roll, and Connectivity likewise was not going to need any ministry like Dominion had needed.  That resurrection TOOK!

Works for me.

I asked Father to install Connectivity.  I expected her to go into the Father strand of the time line, but instead Sally reported an instant lightening strike to the top of her head and an immediate change in her sense of God.

Note to self:  assign a researcher to explore the Precentral Gyrus since that seems to be the nexus of a whole lot of good and bad supernatural experiences!

The method surprised me, but I am more focused on the product than the process.  I don’t run sausage factories over here so God is free to disrupt my models any time He wants.

When the reverberations of the lightening strike settled out, I asked if Dominion could be installed now, and immediately there was a ball of intensity that landed in the middle of her Seat of Dominion, spread over the whole spirit and kept on expanding over the rest of her being.

Not bad.

Didn’t see that one coming but I like the poetic justice.  After all, what is the point of the Seat of Dominion, if there is no essence of Dominion?  Learning new stuff is great.

Note to self:  Check for other people who have their spirit solidly established in the Seat of Dominion but nothing changed.  Maybe they are missing an essence or two as well.

Since this was Surprise-Arthur-at-Every-Turn-Day, I decide to abandon all pretense of leading, and simply asked, “God, is there anything else You would like to do today?”

Instantly, Sally reported that something deep inside her had been uncapped and she felt a spring of joy bubbling up inside unlike anything she had ever experienced in the past, no matter how positive her external environment might have been.

Love it.

I chimed in with our well traveled “More, Lord!” prayer and He responded.

She had been a free spirit wild child back in the day, and I was savoring getting all that back, with Connectivity, Dominion and Joy, all under the headship of Jesus Christ which she prizes.

Then I asked if He would specifically baptize both her male and female Original Selves with joy and it sure did happen.

This landed deeply for me.  One of the subtle markers on survivors is the patina of deep grief that tends to stay with them, adding a slight tinge of grey to every good and lovely part of their life, subsequently.  That is a cruel brand the enemy puts on those who had been his for a season.

And Sally has literally been to hell and back, as have so many other survivors.  It is a formidable trauma to put behind you.  But, as she pointed out, when Jesus came out of the grave, there was no patina of crucifixion- trauma wafting along behind Him, so why shouldn’t we be free as well?

I sat and listened while she bubbled.

Suddenly she requested a Communion service for the two Original Selves and the parts around them. I agreed and hung up the phone to prep, then called back on Skype.

Sally is at the stage of working with mostly late teen parts, many of whom have been cult loyal.  The number of parts in the staging area ebbs and flows.  I am very careful not to control parts.  When I bring them out of the dark place where they have been minions to darkness, I am crystal clear that the only issue I force is that they not serve darkness any more.  Beyond that, they are free to come and go from the staging area.  I offer a variety of tools for cleansing those who wish it.

Generally there is a process of transitioning from dirty and sullen to clean and desiring integration, and I check in with them from time to time, to answer questions and coach on the cleansing process, but it is up to them to decide when they are tired of being minimalized and want to be part of the big game of life.

At this time, there were probably around a dozen parts in the two groups at various stages in their journey from rescued to integrated.

One was just two days out of darkness, and stood far back at the edge, specifically querying whether she would be in danger by being there, watching but not participating.  I assured her she was fine.

Also, during the night, another part had been emailing me, saying she was forced to do animal sacrifices and so hated it.  I decided to pause and deal with her before the Communion service.  She had already agreed in writing to be rescued.

I pinged her.  She was willing.  We got her out of darkness, stopped by the cleansing pool to wash the blood off and assuage some of the grief, then per previous agreement, immediately integrated her into the female Original Self so she would be hidden from the dark ones and would never have to do their bidding again.  She was about four years old.

After that five minute hiatus, we convened at the male Original Self’s camp.  I spoke to all the parts explaining the seriousness of Communion as a pledge of allegiance to Jesus as King.  I was not demanding it of anyone.  They had all seen Jesus in the camp at different times, doing integrations, and could postpone commitment or make the pledge.  Complete freedom.

I went to Hebrews 12 and celebrated the joy set before Christ, and talked about how much He loved it when they came out of darkness to the freedom He had purchased.  Then we broke Bread.  All but the one at the far edge participated.

Then for the Cup, I used John 15:11.  “I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete.”  NIV

I pointed out that they had known the two O.S. for a while but had seen just now the visitation of the Joy of the Lord and how the two were so different all of a sudden.

I said they were free to stay outside and observe the joy for a while, but if they wanted to participate in the Joy of Jesus, they could go into their respective O.S. now.  Totally their choice.

So we took the Cup and all but two opted for immediate integration.

Huge WOW.

Usually, we only do one or two parts at a time because the O.S. gets a bit overwhelmed.  But now, bathed in the Joy of the Lord, and with the power of Communion, and with Connectivity and Dominion back in play, it was effortless and beautiful.

Sally was bouncing off the wall with uncommon joy.

We decided to wrap it there for now.

An hour later she wrote:  “I am still in awe. So much!  And all the integrations!  Communion was VERY special!”

So . . . another wild and wacky ordinary day at SLG, partnering with God, discovering the power of doing deliverance through the grid of the heart, cleansing time and recapturing essences.

I could get used to this.

AND, all of this has happened just in the first two chambers of the heart.  We have battled “junk” in the left atrium for all the years she has been seeking freedom and when she did the original survey earlier in the week, the left atrium was completely obscured, so we have NO IDEA what creepy crawlies are awaiting us there.

But if the warm up exercises have been immensely transformational, we have reason to believe that cleaning out the past and the pests from THAT chamber of the heart could have a rather dramatic impact on Sally’s life!

A lovely beginning to my Friday!

Copyright July 2017 by Arthur Burk

2. Heart Cleansing: A Covenant in the Dimensions


I spoke with Sally again today about her heart journey.

She shared both a floating feeling of being connected to God in a way she had never experienced before (even though she has been a Christian for many years), as well as a specific, measurable, verifiable incident of God communicating with her precisely, in a situation where she had asked specifically for an answer.

That was an encouraging firstfruit.

There was no push back for me to the right ventricle work like there was yesterday.  The inside of the ventricle looked clean, clear and comfortable.  But there was still the nagging sense of something being missing, probably dominion.

I asked God what He wanted to show her.

Nothing.

I asked Him to show her the section of her time line where stuff was not right.

Nothing.

So I assumed that we were dealing with a shield of invisibility that the enemy had created to block freedom and healing from coming.  We know that we deal with this through the sound of God.

I calmly called the critters to attention and read Job 38 to them for a bit of remedial education.  There was no reaction inside.  That was a bit surprising, since normally when you take down a shield, the cockroaches go running for a dark corner.  I had no idea whether we had succeeded or not, but moved ahead.

I asked God to take down the wall and to show her whatever He wanted her to see.

There was instantly the picture of a pocket watch, and the sense that she was looking at horse and buggy days.

The watch suggested to me a covenant dealing with time in some way.  Her spirit concurred, but said seasons.

I asked God to show the affected time line.  It instantly came into view with some occult time off to the side. That was very encouraging.  It means the work she had done with various practitioners over the years, cleansing her generational lines had already separated out that occult stuff from her time line.  Just hadn’t quite destroyed it.

Whenever I see signs of a covenant, a core part of the protocol is to reject any gifts or power or rights that were received from darkness and to proclaim that she is not impoverished by the rejection of those assets.  God is able to provide everything she needs to achieve everything she is called to do.  I did that proclamation and asked for the destruction of occult time and assets from this incident all the way to the present.

We waited while she watched it all fade away without drama.

Asked about the three strands of time — Father, Son and Spirit — and she said they came into the picture rightly aligned, then got really tangled and knotted up.  No surprise.

I asked God to clean up the mess.

Waited and watched.

Eventually all three were right, lying near each other, but not laying tightly next to each other like a normal rope.  I have seen this several times and have no clue what it means.  I invoked the Trinity.  There is no distance or division among the Trinity, so I asked that the three strands of the cord of time would lie tightly and closely to each other, as in the Trinity.

Easy fix.

So, in my opinion, the occult dynamics of the covenant had been taken care of.  And time was cleaned up.  Sally felt that she had lost an essence that belonged in the right ventricle, and that it might be dominion.  It was time to go fishing to find out.

I asked God whether there was an essence that had been extracted from her life back then and whether He wanted to show it to her.

She immediately saw a bonfire and beyond the bonfire was a cage and in the cage was an essence — looked like a person.

A bonfire is one of the three common symbols for a covenant.  I did the usual Isaiah 28 call for judgment and the annulling of the covenant and the removal of the iron cage which symbolized the “taxes” which she (or in this case the essence) needed to pay because of the covenant.

Absolutely nothing changed at all.

That could mean several things.  I guessed that the covenant was being maintained in the dimensions.  I know that authority, law, confession and all those things apply in time and space, but not in the dimensions.  There you need power, which, fortunately, God has an absolute abundance of.

This was driven home in Genesis 1:2.  Before there was time and space, God came and moved with the dominion and precision of an eagle, flying through the dimensions that “were without form and void.”  He established for us the rock solid reality that He has NO limitations at all in the dimensions, ever.  Just utter power.

So I reminded Jesus that He had a vested interest in Sally being free, and asked Him to move with power in that dimension to destroy the covenant and the cage and to bring the essence into this spot of time and space.

He did.  With zeal, efficiency and joy.

The essence seemed utterly disoriented, which would be rather understandable since it had been caged for centuries and woke up abruptly without any preamble.

I asked the Lord to send angels to minister to it, and they came.  Interestingly, the Servant portion of Sally’s spirit came running from the Seat of Dominion, which I thought was quite special.

Sally had the sense that the clean up and upfit could take a few hours, so we stood down for today.

To be continued.

Copyright July 2017 by Arthur Burk