Some years back the Holy Spirit whispered to me
that “The days of commercial fishing are over with.” I was reading this excerpt of Scripture when
God spoke that to me:
“It will come about that every living creature
which swarms in every place where the river goes, will live. And there will be
very many fish, for these waters go there and the others become fresh; so everything will live where the river goes. AND IT WILL COME ABOUT THAT FISHERMEN WILL STAND BESIDE IT; FROM ENGEDI TO ENEGLAIM THERE WILL BE A PLACE FOR THE SPREADING OF NETS. Their fish will be according to their
kinds, like the fish of the Great
Sea, very many” (Ezekiel 47:9-10, emphasis mine,
NASB).
I believe the water which flows out from beneath the
threshold of the entrance to the temple which faced east represents the Holy
Spirit in varied depths of coverage upon this earth culminating in these end
times of ours when, as Habakkuk said, “For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord as the
waters cover the sea” (2:14). And here
at the end of the end of time, salt marshes are being made as the Holy Spirit
moves on, and also the days of big tent meetings and theatre halls are
beginning to dry up. To flow between
Engedi and Eneglaim, is to flow between one well and two wells; there the lone
or twain fisherman spreads his nets and fishes for his kind (gathers in his
family). TODAY IS ABOUT GATHERING IN THE
REMAING ONES OF YOUR OWN PERSONAL FAMILY.
It is nearly the end of the harvest even as we speak; this poem I wrote
not long back is apropos:
A-tributary
We, desiring an uninhibited flow
of form both liquid and solid
in matter and matters beyond
our capabilities seeking and probing
unexplored topics and topography
everywhere our heads dictating our feet
where we move unabashed and bashing
every party and funeral visiting
those gone and going inside
scurrying about like insects
squashing and treading wrath
grapes of our wine and whines
fueling the hollows of our thought patterns
breaking and static waving riding
to the shores and store windows
shopping and peeping through glasses
beyond mannequins into a sea
where the living swelling and cresting
souls’ content is near finishing
populating the earth.
I
also wrote this about 2-4 years ago:
I believe,
that like a sunspot eruption, a sudden flash of brilliance has just shown forth
as a clarion call to our generation; this brilliant explosion of light is the
emanation of the golden crown upon our Lord’s head and is a sure sign that He
is about to execute His authority and punish any subject that is not really a subject, e. g., those that
feign subjection but are not genuinely subject to Him from the heart. He has arisen from off His throne and is
about to either hold the scepter up or down in favor or disfavor, mercy or
judgment, concerning this generation.
I also believe
that that brilliant flash of God’s Glory has just reflected off His shiny and
sharp sickle blade, that end time sickle that the Angel of the Lord will, with
one fell swoop, harvest the entire earth.
THE
END IS IMMINENT; ARE YOU READY?
