Chapter 73

     Dan, who had gone with us to the university and helped with the prophetic prayer table, called me and invited me to lunch.  We went to the local Western Sizzler where there was a buffet. 

     He started out telling me what Scott had told him about when we had walked out the door of the student union and how I had walked into one of my dreams.  He asked me to repeat the story to him and I did so.

     Dan then asked me if something like that had ever happened to me before.  I told him that it had several times in my life.  He wanted to hear another story.  Because it related to where we went to church, I told him about the conference where Lori and I had first come to Metro to attend and how I had seen the guy from my “The Man” dream who was sitting in the wheelchair.

     He was really taken aback. He then informed me that he lived with Pat renting one of his rooms.  He asked if he could repeat the story to him and I agreed, but with a caution that I did not know fully what that meant yet.

     A few days later I got a call from Dan.  He had told Pat the story and Pat had asked if I would come over Monday evening.  I agreed to and that Monday was my first meeting with Pat.  I went over the story again with him and told him a few more.  He told me some of his stories on the prophetic and we had a really great time.

     A week or so later, Dan called me again and told me Pat asked if I could come over again that next Monday.  I did so.  This time things got very intense.  The Holy Spirit’s presence was strong, the second heaven opened up to me and the Lord shared numerous things with us.  At the end of the meeting, we agreed to meet the next Monday too.  I felt the urge of the Lord to invite Scott as well and asked Pat if that would be ok. He agreed. 

     The next week Scott and I went over to Pat’s house, and I introduced them.  He was excited to come as he had heard a lot about him as he worked with Mike, Pat’s brother who pastored the church.  Things just took off from there and the second heaven opened up for me again and an angel showed up, with a message written on what looked like a scroll.  

     Scott had gotten a word that a message would be coming for him, and we got a piece of paper, and I read off the message as they wrote it down.  It was hard for me to read and my eyes watered as I tried to read it.  I had to constantly take breaks, but we got through it.

     When we were done writing it all down, the angel started spinning around and when he slowed down, I could see it had been Jesus all along.  It was wonderful to see him again.

     We started meeting on Monday nights, I invited Lori, Julia and we started adding others as we went, growing into a regular Monday night home group meeting type thing. 

     It turned into the best of times for most all that attended.  It became that we could hardly wait a whole week for the next meeting.  

     One Monday night I was late for the meeting at Pat’s.  Everyone else was there when I arrived but as I walked up to his door, an angel appeared to me.  He was very tall and was leaning over the house looking down into the room from the roof level.  I could tell he wanted to talk but as I was late, I told him that I would talk to him later.

     The room was full, but I found a chair.  Sitting down, I couldn’t keep from thinking about the angel and wondering what he wanted to talk about.  Pat saw I was fidgeting and asked me if I was alright.  I told him about the angel wanting to talk but I came in here because I was late already.  He suggested I go back out and see what he wanted, and I did.

     The angel was still looking into the room from above but would look up at me and then look back down again.  I waited to see what he was going to say.  He looked up at me and said, “Forgiveness”.  He then looked into the room again, looked back up at me, and continued, “destroys condemnation”.

     We, as in the whole group meeting at Pat’s, had been dealing with a spirit of condemnation for about a month and I had been wondering what was causing it, wondering why it wouldn’t leave.

     The more I thought about the statement he had made, the more freeing it became to me, forgiving others and receiving forgiveness and how it utterly destroyed condemnation.  The impact of this soaked into my soul and spirit.  What a wonderful thought.

     I stood there and he spoke again for a few minutes, when I looked up on the other side of the roof to my left, I saw the Lord sitting there. He looked at me intently and asked, “Do you want to know the Apostolic?”

     Not really knowing what to think about his question or what to say, I slowly responded, “I think I do.”

     He then said, “You can own nothing, not even the words that come from your mouth.”

     This statement showed me a different view of complete surrender that I had never thought about.  So many times, when operating in the prophetic, I had to completely surrender and let the Lord take the event where he wanted and just follow his promptings.  This was so much deeper, and I still think about it often.

     Learning to surrender has been my weakest of efforts.  I tend to try to overthink what is being presented to me.  In part because I do not want to make a mistake, in part because I don’t want to be tricked but a dark spirit, but I think mostly because I don’t want to get hurt or hurt anyone else when following through with the promptings. 

     An angel stood at the bottom of Pat’s bed during one of our meetings and I was just looking at him to see if he was going to say something.  He was standing on what looked like a slate rock and looking intently at me.  Then he leaned forward and kind of kneeled down, took his finger and wrote in the rock, “Gareena.”

     It was upside down to me, so I shifted my head from left to right and back again to figure out what it said.  After I could clearly see the word Gareena, when I shifted the other way, the word was spelled differently, “Greena”.  I shifted back and could see “Gareena” then back the other way “Greena”.   I had no idea what the word meant.

     I informed the group but no one else knew what it meant either.  Interesting though, over the next few weeks, some of the others started seeing the word in different places.

     One such episode, Julia had asked for prayer at the end of a meeting, and at the end of the prayer the Lord told me to tell her to, “Have fun at the circus”.  She had no plans to attend a circus and chuckled a bit at the word. 

     The next week she reported back how a couple of friends of hers had offered her tickets to the circus if she would take their kids too as they could not attend the event.  She did go and after pulling out on the road after the circus and lined up behind other cars waiting, a white feather floated down to her windshield.  She looked at it and then noticed that the car in front of her had a license plate that said, “Gareena”.  Then she remembered the word to have fun at the circus.

     These types of things had gone on for about six months when Kacey came to a meeting telling us that he had asked his Hebrew teacher what “Gareena” or “Greena” meant. 

     He was told that it was not a Hebrew word, but the letters of the word had the sum-total meaning of, “Becoming the smallest of the smallest and becoming the biggest of the biggest’

     To us, this is what Jesus had done, humbled himself even to death on a cross becoming the “King of Kings”.