While we were praying in the Spirit, I saw a square-shaped room. Its floor and walls were brown, and I saw a large, white rectangular box (reminiscent of the Ark of the Covenant, and as though in response to prayer) coming down into the room. But the room was too small to contain it.
Then the room expanded, about three times its original size, but in the four corners and the center, the extra area was made of a different white, transparent material. At the four corners, angels with large outspread wings stood, as though their wings were reinforcing the walls. The rectangular box then fitted in perfectly.
I had the impression that the brown, square room was finite, but this extra material could expand to fit whatever volume necessary. I understood that the Spirit greatly expands our finite, natural capacity to receive from heaven, particularly in prayer (Romans 8:26).
Then I saw myself and other people climbing up a fleet of stairs to an area I had seen around February last year—a sort of landing or large floor area before the throne room of the Lord. One could see the throne, but from a distance.
I heard raspy voices laughing, gradually becoming clearer. It was as though the people around me were being healed in their lungs or respiratory tracts.
I heard:
“You miss so much when you don’t go ‘upstairs’.”
I saw through the glass floor below that the world or the area below us, where we had come from, was full of thick, dark smoke or fog.
Then I saw someone below start a fire to burn through the thick fog and create a sort of tube of clear space all the way up into the area above, where the air was clear.
Then I heard (paraphrased),
“Fervency is not to be lost. You will be sick when you are not fervent.”
I believe the sickness referred to is the respiratory illness that made people’s voices raspy, and that fervency was the fire the person used to create the clearing.
Then I heard:
“Back home, where there is one language; back from Babylon.”
I saw a colorful bus (like the kind hippies used to drive). The bus had “SOUNDTRAIN” imprinted on its front side and “FREEDOM” on its left side. The text lay amidst colorful graffiti and decorations.
The bus was driving at high speed toward me. I was on a stairway, and the bus was just beside me, honking loudly (like an actual set of trumpets) to a rhythm. There were two railings between myself and the bus, and the bus broke through them both and hit me.
When it hit, it was as though nothing happened, and I saw myself inside the colorful bus.
The bus interior was indigo-themed, with colorful nebulae and such.
I heard:
“Why use stairs when you can fly?”
The bus began flying.
I had the impression that God was sending heavenly sounds or music to hit us.
19th January 2020
Sis. M.E.
GAMWATCH
