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.
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.
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