Image #10 - Radio & Voices

"I am the sum of the voices that I listen to."  John Ramirez

I see an old school radio of the 20s-40s.  What's coming out is all sorts of things like lies, hate, anger, etc.  I'm looking to change the channel to the K-HSPT (K-Holy Spirit).

Image #9 - Chip

I have imagined this many times - I wish there was a chip that I could remove from certain areas of my body like an SD card or something.  I wish sometimes I could do a Ctrl-Alt-Del to some things of me.  While standing before the mirror naked this morning, the thought of being able to press a door in my brain and remove the Brain SD card and reprogram it.  I also saw the SD, well, actually I should call it the HS door for Holy Spirit Door, door, the one that is in my gut, I wanted to pull out and reprogram.

Sometimes I just don't listen to my gut.  Then, there's the Heart HS door - wow, that card needs a lot of programming, at least for the anger, bitterness, unforgiveness.  I keep releasing forgiveness but there is so much junk, that it doesn't seem like I'm actually forgiving.  As I think of a late night after meeting hangout time with P1, P2, M and A at I-HOP in Phoenix near Thanksgiving, P said there might be a kingdom of anger, not just one demon of anger.  And I have to be persistent at getting Delivered from the Kingdom of Anger Spirits in my soul.

It's really tearing things up in my marriage and in my family because of my inability sometimes to control this.  I keep it bottled up inside and then I explode like a pressure cooker.  A pressure cooker has a pressure relief valve and it's best to gradually let the pressure release rather than all at once.

I also see a HS door near my mouth, one near my eyes and one near my ears, one near my hands, one near my feet - they all need to be reprogrammed to some degree, at least the hateful, demonic stuff and replaced with godly right programming.  God's the programmer, reprogramming me.

Unfortunately, in the picture is also the devil and he's continually trying to interject viruses, malware, bugs.  The only way the devil isn't allowed is with each card, there is a physical shunt and when I'm not in agreement with him, there is no way he can download malware, viruses or bugs.

This sorta looks like a cartoon in my head.

Image #8 - Demons Are Real

Philippians 2:10 says that one day EVERY knee on earth and in heaven will bow to Jesus.  That doesn’t only mean people dead and alive, but I believe the beings in the kingdom of darkness - Satan and demons.

Demons know even more so that Jesus is real and His authority.  They must submit to His authority.  As true Believers, we have His authority when we are in right standing.  Meaning, you cannot have one foot doing the things of the kingdom of darkness and one foot in the Kingdom of God.

You cannot cast off what you’re in agreement with and a part of.  You must reject those agreements, renounce, repent (not in that order).

What I saw in my mind was me with the demons of anger, rage, unforgiveness, pain, betrayal, trauma, bitterness, resentment, hate, disgust, retaliation all before me.  Some actually look like angels of light but if you look closely, they have razor sharp fangs and claws that can rip apart your mind and soul.  Other demons are grotesque looking.  They bear the words they represent on their foreheads, hands, feet, and chest.  They’re snarling, wrenching, screaming and some whispering coming towards me.

I’m standing before these demons in the full armor of God:  belt of Truth, breastplate of righteous, shoes of the Gospel of Peace, helmet of Salvation, shield of faith and the Sword of the Spirit.  With my mouth (words pouring out) I declare God’s Word invoked with the name of Jesus and these demons submit, bow to Jesus’ Name.  

Jesus is actually standing right beside me, helping me to wield the Sword.  The demons are bowing to Jesus, not me.  And He’s telling them to go to various places - dry and arid places, to the abyss, to leave me alone because Jesus is my Champion. 

Image #7 - Rending Veil + Grace

This evening was challenging right before bed and I’m still up.  I see the very thick Temple Veil already torn supernaturally.  Coming out of the veil is the Cross Jesus died on, blood stained sort of falling out of the Veil.

I’m bowed low in front of the Cross while a cloud of Grace envelopes me.

Image #6 - Cross

 Matthew 16:24 - Take up your Cross and follow Jesus.

It’s a picture of me struggling to carry this huge, tattered cross with all sorts of words on it that represent my world, my challenges:  unsaved husband, parents, siblings, other family & friends; health issues; some physical maladies; my children to walk with God; financial responsibilities and destiny; spiritual warfare; caring for my home & vehicles; life’s stuff; dreams; goals.

The cross is heavy, but greater still on this road I’m on following Jesus, it’s actually the Holy Spirit who is lifting the Cross and I’m taking on the burden I do not have to.

All I have to do is walk along with the Holy Spirit following Jesus who is going to the Father.

Image #5 - He Picked Me

Ephesians 1:4 says God chose ME before the foundations of the world were created.  I see the glory of God peering out from the galactic expanse pointing to this Chinese woman in His mind’s eye on the earth He had yet to create and said, “You’re mine.”  I look up at Him, pointing at myself, “Me?”  “Yes, my beloved daughter.  You.”

Image #4 - Word Treasure

 God’s Word is a treasure to my soul.  This one is quite simple:  a beautiful platinum treasure chest with all sorts of jewels/gems of varying sizes, colors and types.  Verses or words are inscribed in the inside of each gem, sort of like those bugs or flowers cast in resin.

With some jewels, the fonts are varying font types & sizes  as well as some of the verses are like a word scramble, while others are spelled out clearly.

All around the chest is glorious light so magnificent that it brings out the colors of the jewels.  Depending on the angle of which you look at the various gems, some are more translucent, some have rich deep colors with font that radiates within, others sparkle or glow.

There’s no lock on the treasure chest and one can come and get from it anytime.

#Image 3 - Spiritual Shower

This image is a bit risque, but an image that popped into my mind.  I don't know if this was from God or not, but it was an image that came to my mind.

I'm naked in this shower with a man.  There are 2 showerheads and water is streaming down in full force onto each of us.  It's not a sexual image, even though we are both naked.  On each of our bodies all over are words like, on me, anger, unforgiveness, my heart being crushed.  On him, disappointment, dreams, desire, hurt, shock.  Many more words on each of our bodies.

The water washing over us is like white, energizing light.  I can see anger near my heart as the water cascades down my breast starting to sort of diffuse the anger.  He reaches his hand to touch anger while looking in my eyes with kindness and understanding.  Anger isn't getting washed away so easily as he takes a scrub brush with fine bristles and gently begins to scrub at it until it's faintly there and the nourishing Holy water washes it away finally.  The scrub brush is made with kindness, love, gentleness, and understanding bristles.  It takes time.

It's an intimate, raw time between myself and the man - of being real.  All our body flaws are displayed and nothing hidden.  There is complete acceptance and we help each other get rid of and wash the things that have stained our souls, bodies and lives.

Symbolism in that the water is the living water of Jesus that flows.  The showerheads could not be flowing with salvation through Jesus Christ.  It's so intimate to be naked before another person, and to care for them so tenderly, so lovingly, to accept them as they are, flaws and all.

Image #2 - Dancing Under the Waterfall

It's me in a beautiful ballroom gown, and I'm dancing with Jesus under a waterfall but we're not getting wet.  Funny, I cannot see Jesus' face or really what He looks like, but He's holding one hand with His other hand on my waist.  My hair is thick, flowing and down and as Jesus leads, I'm actually dancing gracefully, following His lead and not like clumsy Elaine dancing on Seinfeld.

In this vision, the dance changes.  Sometimes it is that lovely waltz at the rate of a light dolce.  Other times, the dance is a bit wild and crazy, but Jesus is always there.  With each dance, sometimes tears flow from my eyes down my cheeks and even in the wild crazy dances, Jesus gently wipes away my tears and captures them in a bottle.

The setting is serene with nature all around, lots of lush vegetation, very green and very secluded, private.  We are also dancing atop water (like walking on water, but dancing).  It's just Jesus and me.  The water was coming up sort of splashing but not as we were not getting wet.  It wasn't like an ice rink because it was water.  It's almost like we were hover dancing over/on the water, but we weren't.  I don't know if that makes sense or not.

This image is one I had for a number of years while I was going through my 2nd divorce and for years later.  I can still see it in my head and even sometimes, I am smiling and laughing.  Jesus makes me laugh and smile.  He makes me feel beautiful and cherished.

Image #1 - Climbing the Mountain

Imagine an enormous, foreboding mountain with dense vegetation, sort of like an Amazon jungle mountain.  

At first, I tried to travail the mountain myself and Jesus was nowhere.  Tired and dirty, my clothes ripped, my body exhausted, I couldn't climb anymore.  It began to rain.  Mud everywhere.  Rocks, big trees, hearing the howling of the wind, tree branches swaying and cracking.  I was alone.  No one could hear me.  I cried out to Jesus to help me and He appeared out of nowhere.  He was just there.

I had no more strength to continue the journey.  It was stormy, rainy, windy and the weather was growing worse by the minute.  Jesus picked me up and carried me in His arms.  I clung to His neck, sobbing.  Jesus' feet were bare.  His feet were cut, bruised, bleeding, but He easily held me in His arms as we climbed the treacherous mountain.

New Beginnings . . . Again

 Maybe I will start writing again and journaling my thoughts and the happenings of my life.  God is doing a new thing in me, actually more than a new thing but a number of new things and I probably should be documenting what is going on.  For years I blogged, but that has fallen by the wayside for most of the past near decade minus the online Daily Emotions journal I keep private to document so I can make improvements in my emotional intelligence.

God downloads many images to my mind nearly daily by various means.  I have been lazy in documenting these, but perhaps (at the suggestion of a dear friend) I should be doing this.  So here goes: