At first, I saw stones dancing. It was strange, but I knew they were dancing and praising God. I didn’t understand it at first because I wondered,
“Are things so bad that the Lord is raising stones to praise His name?”
Then the creation song came in.
I saw a scene similar to something from Moana. She stood at the edge of the water and moved her hands, and the sea responded to her movements. Then she lifted her hand very high, and the waves rose upward to heaven—along with the sea creatures. It was as though God received it and sent it back to the earth as a great crashing sound that resonated across the land. When it returned, it came back with raindrops.
I also found myself singing psalms about how excellent His name is in all the earth while playing the keyboard. I can’t remember much of the words.
During the prayer before we broke bread, when we consecrated ourselves, I saw a sword-swooshing angel. His sword was shaped like a sickle-boomerang, held by a long rope. He kept thrusting it into someone’s heart at the same spot, piercing it back and forth, as though removing hardness. It looked extremely painful, but he did not stop until he had pierced right through, creating an opening, and blood began to seep out.
As repentance was taking place, I was led to raise my hands in a supine position (palms up). Suddenly, it was as though I stood before scales of justice. Behind the scales was a flood of light.
The scales were tilted heavily to one side. On the weighted side, demons stood watching, laughing and mocking, saying that we would not balance it out. On the lighter side stood Pastor with a few angels. As people repented genuinely, incense was poured in, and the scale began to balance. But even when we were done, it was still slightly tilted.
I became concerned, wondering if some people did not understand the weight of the moment and were careless. The demons continued laughing in an irritating manner, saying to one another,
“I told you—they wouldn’t balance it out.”
Then Pastor stepped forward with his arms open and pleaded (this was when he rounded up the prayers and said some specific things I can’t remember). At that moment, one drop of clear blue water was poured into the scale—and it balanced. The demons reacted with frustration toward Pastor.
While the prayer was still going on, I saw us come before a statue whose hands were also stretched out in a supine position. From its mouth flowed very clear water. A man I could not recognize stood beside the fountain with a silver flat plate filled with oil that never ran out. One person after another dipped their head into the water, and the man would scoop water with the plate and wash their head. I heard the phrase,
“Healing waters.”
I sensed this was connected to what the Holy Spirit told me the day before about removing the unclean thing from our midst—cleaning ourselves because He was going to walk through our midst.
When we prayed for access to the doors, I saw an owl standing on a tree branch under the moonlight, with the reflection of the moon visible in its eyes. It was hooting.
When we prayed about learning how to use the doors, I received Proverbs 24:3–4:
“Through wisdom a house is built, and by understanding it is established; By knowledge the rooms are filled with all precious and pleasant riches.”
I understood that encounters are not for entertainment but are part of an interconnected loop of wisdom, understanding, and knowledge. Our understanding must be grounded for more knowledge to come. One of the ways understanding is gained is through experiences—another reason to be grateful for our classes, tests, and trials, because they expand our capacity for greater knowledge, leading to deeper wisdom and, ultimately, strength as seen in verses 5 and 6.
Bro M.P.
13th January, 2019
Ⓒ GAMWATCH
