Montauk Projects with Jessie Czebotar

 If you want a fast track on how the occult rules our world from its hidden brotherhoods and the wild and wacky and terribly cruel Montauk experimentation upon children ....a very low percentage survived . See messages 1 and 2.

But this leads into the idea of portals and gateways and stargates.

Check out psalm 24 and lift up you Gates. 

Checkout why the realm of praise is connected. 

We , at one point in Emsworth church were a literal gateway of praise and worship which people travelled from other nations and hundreds of miles to be a part of.  

Davids Tent is the same type of thing . I visited for the first time at the 2025 72 hour event .

There's a shift system of worship leaders and musicians.  Some campers sleep in the Tent and then get up and worship more.  Others come into the Tent day and night.  It was at Charleston park Malmesbury .

But back to these new unrelated messages by Jessie Czebotar . Stephen Spielberg , Oprah , Obama aren't who you think .

Learn an introduction into her teachings about the architecture we are surrounded by in open view and how the occult steal God's principles and try to shut God's children out . Jessie is running informational courses on the four principality regions ....4 quadrants .

Her background is highest level occult families from Paperclip and Black Forest . She grew up among Bill and Hilary. The Mothers of Darkness and Gloria Vanderbilt etc. 

Cheryl Fritz  has run at least one event on translocation and Jessie scrapes the subject in message 2.

Second link in comments 

https://www.youtube.com/live/aTQmV3AwylQ?si=TuewQXEtBrOx7ZRQ

If I be Lifted Up

 

Bodyweight workouts in Church?

Well here's an incredible thing. The antidote to mass overweight populations:
The latest online and Shopping Channel Phenomenon, Bodyweight Training.
Three innovations
1. No equipment is required other than perhaps some piece of elastic fabric in some workouts.
2. You can do all this in the privacy of your own home.
3. As long as it is regular and intense it does not have to be long.
4. All exercises can be modified for every type of fitness level and age
5 These are a new generation of workouts which can propel any shape of body and fitness level to admirable fitness in a relative short time.

Science is now supporting evidence that any longer than 20 to 25 minutes can actually be less effective.  One of the workouts above is as short as 4 minutes with two extra ones for making a quality smoothie and drinking it . (6 minutes to skinny).

By adopting such rigour before you do anything in the day, you set up your metabolism to be faster at fatburning.

Like all "outside innovations", it's sheer popularity will act as momentum for existing fitness clubs to use similar programmes in their own facilities as group activities.

And if in Fitness centres, why not churches?  As outreach?

Why do males not go to church?Church is perceived as irrelevant
People claim Jesus is LIFE but don't demonstrate that, but the very opposite
The gospel preached is not visceral
The gospel preached is largely narrow and not the 12 GATES expansive gospel preached by Jesus encompassing all the 12 disciple's personalities, all the 12 tribes of Israel's facets. The Universality of the message is not perceived
The gospel and  worship can be perceived as feminine.
The gospel as preached in Acts 2 by 12 very different apostles supporting and sustaining each other in unity was demonstrating on every level the life of Jesus lived in real time.

Why was Bible House a popular emblem locally?Casa Biblica's , like Watchman Nee's own vision, was the vision of R. Edward Miller and Jorge Pradas in Argentina, and formed within the crucible of the turbulent Peron years.
Bible House Emsworth was and I hope still is a place where men and women put all aside to seek God early....
Many of us put university and careers on hold.
The PEER PRESSURE was to seek God and His transformation in our lives.
When young men do this together it has a huge knock on effect, much of which we were totally unaware of as we just got on with it.

It is SO NOT THE SOCIAL NORM, it is immediately gobsmacking.
It creates and sucks in the next generation in its wake, much like a boat does.
It becomes the norm to seek God first and begin to get Him as that thirdlevel God consciousness.
Such a body becomes in no small part the RHEMA HUB of a church. Not that others don't join it, but it is a reality in the midst of a church.

MEN AND PRAISE

The link in my mind to the rest of the article is the level of physical fitness many of the young men built up  through the sheer repetition of dance and praise and singing simultanously morning and evening. Any chorusline will now how exhausting this can be initially.

In Israel the men dance together at the Feasts. Far from the western perception, male dancing is incredibly visceral and King David really was a man of the future as he ignored his wife Michal's moaning. He danced all the harder. But then if Michal had been through what David had been through to get there she would have understood the miracle!!!

We were a beach head generation among the West. We proved that Praise literally is the way God instructs us to enter His Gates, and sure enough the House of God begins to form itself , manifest itself  as we enter His gates with praise and thanksgiving. It's something whenever anybody does this, but a bunch of young men is something else.

According to Psalm 110
According to the 1st Commandment

• Nothing can beat a group of males whose firstlove is the LORD...ie not the dancing itself....the Lord Jesus
• Who are actually manifesting the first commandment expression of love in real time
• Deuteronomy 6:4-5  4 “Hear, O Israel! The Lord is our God, the Lord is one! 5 You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might.

Check what you are using as "insight"

The reason we don't major in leftbrain religious arguments is because they are pretty useless. It's like taking a 6 inch ruler and saying prove to me God does or doesn't exist. The leftbrain is the wrong mechanism because it is mostly a measuring tool for our 5 material based senses. Saying I "think" there is a God or I think there isn't a God is as pointless as using a 6 inch ruler. On what basis are you thinking either thing. The meter mechanism you are using isn't valid.
Your leftbrain only acts as an articulation source for other senses quite often too.
I think I like Bach as a leftbrain response is only barely acceptable, but its valididy is based on your feelings, or the parts of your auditory system that can appreciate music. But on its own, separate from these senses, your particular mental response to liking Bach is utterly pointless having virtually no authority in the matter.
The same can be said of Sheldon of Big Bang Theory or Spock of Star Trek saying the words " I love you"....well errr...great. Nice decision, but would any girl think that was a good reason for marriage?
Moses said to God If you don't come up with us I couldn't care about going into the promised Land. Our one distinctive is the Presence of God. If we haven't yet trained our spiritual senses to attune to this Presence, then we can argue a tail off a dog about whether God exists, just as we can argue all day about whether Bach is any good at composing music. The best thing is to get on the right frequency first and do the arguing later. God's way of putting this is "Taste and see that the Lord is good." and later in the gospels Jesus says "Come(along) and see." The first church on the Day of Pentecost were answering a question....."Why are all these people appearing drunk at only 9 o'clock in the morning?"
Music is really the one "natural" bridge between the two worlds. It exists in both worlds simultaneously. For that reason the first thing we do approaching God is the "madness" of praising and thanking Him even while virtually being unconvinced whether He is real. How mad is that to the leftbrain? Yet God RIDES upon the praises of His earthly people. Enter His Gates with thanksgiving and His courts with Praise. Thanksgiving is the Front Door and Praise is the vestibule or front hall just before the coathooks.

My Story by Annalize Mouton

Annalize Mouton : testimony further down page

Kat Kerr - Don’t Put Your Vision in a Book Somewhere & Leave it There!
“…When are we going to start manifesting? When are we going to start creating and inventing and start handling the wealth… And get ready for it. We opened an account back in 1982 in the Chase Manhattan Bank in a foreign country. It’s waiting for the wealth. And it’s going to come. We’ve been making physical plans on paper, in great detail for what He’s said. With nothing. We have nothing at this point. “I want this done”. “You’re going to buy this land. Go circle it on the map on that state.” You’re going to buy this land. I don’t even care if it’s not for sale. I’ll make sure you have everything you need to buy it.” “And I want this built there. And then you need to find out what it will cost to build it. How many people to run it. How much money will it cost to supply it, because you’re going to do all of that. And then, this is who you will give it to.” I’m serious!

We will do what He called us to do, even though we have nothing. We call those things which be not as though they were. You act like those things are there even though they’re not there yet. Amen!? You step out in faith, and you show Him, “I believe you!”

Don’t put your vision in a book somewhere and leave it there. There’s something you can do to begin to walk in that, even before it’s here. And I tell you, He will let us do that last thing, because I’m willing to do this. I had no idea I’d be doing this, and I don’t mind going to Heaven and sharing it with you. It doesn’t bother me when people don’t like it or don’t believe it. I’m just obeying. I want that last call that He showed me on my life. My whole focus and everything in me is for that vision. So I don’t touch this one. I’m not touching any of the glory for this one, because I want that. And He’ll make sure I get it. Don’t you think so?

So when He gets you to a place where you can do this for Him, He knows you’re going to do the other thing He showed you, and He showed us this in 1965.”
More about my own journey:
If God has called you to be really like Jesus, He will draw you into a life of crucifixion and humility, and put upon you such demands of obedience, that you will not be able to follow other people, or measure yourself by other “Christians”, and in many ways He will see to let other people do things which He will not let you do.

Other Christians and ministers who seem very religious and useful, might manipulate (use false guilt and shame), pull wires, and work schemes to carry out their plans, but you cannot do it, and if you attempt it, you will meet with such failure and rebuke from the Lord as to make you sorely penitent.

Others may boast of themselves, of “their work”, of “their successes”, of “their writings”, of “their ministry and office”, but the Holy Spirit will not allow you to do any such thing, and if you begin it, He will lead you into some deep mortification that will make you despise yourself and all your good works.

Others may be allowed to succeed in making money, or may have a legacy left to them, but it is likely God will keep you poor, because He wants you to have something far better than gold, namely, a helpless dependence upon Him, that he may have the privilege of supplying your needs day by day out of an unseen treasury.

The Lord may let others to “be seen of men”, to be “honored” and “put forward”, but keep you hidden in obscurity, because He wants to produce some choice, fragrant fruit for His coming glory, which can only be produced in the shade.

He may let others be great, but keep you small.

He may let others do a work for Him and get the credit for it, but he will make you work and toil on without knowing how much you are doing; and then to make your work more precious, he may let others get credit for the work which you have done, and thus make your future reward ten times greater.

The Holy Spirit will put a strict watch over you, with a jealous love, and will rebuke you for little words and feelings or for wasting your time, which other Christians never feel distressed over.

So make up your mind that God in His infinite sovereignty, has a right to do as He pleases with His own.

He may not explain to you a thousand things which puzzle your reason in His dealings with you, but if you absolutely will yourself to be His love slave, He will wrap you up in a jealous love, and bestow upon you many blessings which come only to those who are in the inner circle.

Settle it forever, then, that you are to deal directly with the Holy Spirit and not men and their traditions, and that He must have the right to tie your tongue, or chain your hand, or close your eyes, in ways that He does not seem to use with others.

Now, when you are so possessed with the living God that you are, in your secret heart, pleased and delighted over this peculiar, personal, private, jealous guardianship and management of the Holy Spirit over your life, you will have found the vestibule of Heaven. (OTHERS MAY…..YOU CANNOT by G.B. Watson) Thank you for posting this, Carlene!
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Annalize's Story
I have found the above to be so true in my life! Here is a short condensed version – I will later add more bits and pieces on my blog: The eldest of five children, of whom only three of us are still alive on this side of the veil (the others are all part of the cloud of witnesses cheering us on!), I was born in Rehoboth, Namibia, where my grandfather owned the hotel (in those days, only whites were allowed to own businesses in Namibia). My mother always said I was like a newborn kitten, as I had been born with severely droopy eyelids and opened my eyes to the world for the first time when I was ten days old! Although I was totally accepted and loved within my family, I had to endure severe mocking from other children, and sometimes rude remarks from grown-ups. All of this led to me living mostly an inward life, filling my days with reading, practicing music, studying, playing school all by myself with only my youngest sister as "pupil" and long walks in the veld. I became an observer – looking at life from a place somewhere deep within. And what I saw in most people's faces were loneliness, longing… And I find it interesting that the rejection I suffered from my peers at school, because of "looking different", being a "teacher's pet", excelling at my studies and music, etc. made me realize how in need of REAL love all of us were. And a prayer was born in me, to only be a vessel unto Him to be filled and overflow with His love. I never wanted anyone else to ever feel the hurt and pain, the loneliness and rejection, that I felt. My greatest ambition was to be a wife and mother of many children, and have a "healing" home, where family and friends will be loved and nurtured to total wholeness in Him. Now, when I look back, I cannot help to marvel at how I had been challenged on everyone of those dreams. For someone not reckoning with what the Lord can do with a life yielded to Him, and His resurrection power, it may really look like a stroll down the "boulevard of broken dreams". But, I have come to know that only He could fulfill those desires that He placed in our hearts, and my hope is in Him to raise every dead dream.
As I said earlier, my parents loved the Lord and we were brought up in the fear or rather the reverential awe of the Lord. Apart from church attendance, they also regularly attended the annual tent meetings held by the Africa Evangelistic Band. And they had a tremendous influence on my life. The AEB was formed in 1924 as the outcome of the evangelistic work of Mrs Garrat and Miss Cameron in South Africa. Their evangelists used to spend much time in prayer and waiting on God, they preached the full gospel of Jesus Christ and also of full salvation – spirit, soul and body. And they believe in repentance, living holy lives, consecrated totally to Him alone. To this day I can still remember the light in and on their faces, the love that oozed from them, their humbleness. That set my parents and eventually me too, on a road of devouring every book of Andrew Murray, Wesley, Finney, Booth, Hudson Taylor, Madame Guyon, Penn Lewis, and many, many others (see on my blog under Reading 1). When I was 12 years old I was asked to play the piano for church services and Sunday school, later the organ. An occupation which had me in church every Sunday for 2 to 3 services, every prayer meeting, week of prayer, for more than 35 years! And conductor of their church choirs.
My mom also taught us cooking, baking, sewing, knitting, crocheting and dad taught us to draw and paint, and appreciate art and poetry. He was also the one who gave me my first camera and lessons in photography. All these skills would later come in very handy and needed!
After matric I studied music at the University of Stellenbosch with singing and piano as majors, and had a promising career ahead of me. I remember one of my professors saying: One day you’ll sing in the Royal Albert Hall in London! When my brother (16 years old) was left in a coma after being hit by a truck on his way home after school on his motorbike, I had to interrupt my studies and return home to care for my heartbroken parents and younger sisters. I could only return to varsity a couple of months after his death. After completion of my third year, I took up a teaching post as music teacher, without finishing the fourth year. (I eventually went back to university in my 30s and then completed what I started so many years ago.) In 1972 I got married to Gawie Basson, then still a student of theology. After completion of his studies, we were called to the Dutch Reformed Church, Maitland, Cape Town, where we served for almost 5 years and then to the Dutch Reformed Mission Church, now called the Uniting Reformed Church, in Graaff–Reinet.
Gawie and I had 5 children of whom 3 died in infancy. In a span of nine years I lost my brother, our 3 children, and both my parents at very young ages. Words fail me to tell of what happened on the inside of me through that time. The absolute helplessness, powerlessness to keep any of them alive. First our little baby girl suffocating in hospital from milk that overflowed into her lungs after a sister left her unattended feeding from a bottle. For years those little fingers gnawing at her chest haunted my dreams. Then our two boys from lung problems. How does one tell of the tearing into pieces of your heart, the silent scream that fills your whole body when your breasts are streaming with milk, you have drawers full of warm, soft baby-clothes, a warm bed all made-up and ready and then you have to bury the lifeless little body of your baby in a wooden casket in a grave partly filled with water? I remember one day as we were driving past the cemetery where our two little boys were buried, our eldest son, then almost six said, “Look Mommy, there I was also buried when I was a baby!” The pain was just too much. And my beautiful mother at 47 with her body emaciated from the mesothelioma (lung cancer) caused by exposure to asbestos in Prieska where she lived with her grandparents after her mother’s death when she was only 4 days old. Mom never complained, never. At her funeral, attended by busloads of people of all races some coming from far, one of our cousins said that she had never known any woman like my mother. She was indeed one of a kind, a woman filled through and through with the joy, love, mercy, strength and grace of the Lord. And my precious, strong dad dying of a heart attack ten days after our youngest son’s birth. The one moment I spoke to him on the phone, ten minutes later his wife phoned to say he’s dead!
I was too scared to question the Lord. Somehow I knew that should I utter the first why? it would just have me spiraling down a very dark abyss. Both Gawie and I, just shut the pain away. Buried it, smiled and "stayed strong". We were both unable to verbalize what was going on inside each of us, and the consequence of this mask-wearing and closing of our hearts to each other in the process, eventually led to more heartache for both of us and then, divorce. The one thing that neither of us ever really wanted! By God’s grace Gawie could stay on in ministry and we have remained extremely good friends through all the years. Father said to me to not go to court ever over any financial matters, and through the years Gawie has helped the children financially wherever he could. When our eldest son got married in 2009 Gawie and his wife and her family, Maré and I and his family were all at the wedding, sitting at one long table. People afterwards remarked: ‘We have never felt and seen such love between families that have been divorced!" Only the Lord could do that!
After I got married again to a much older friend a couple of months after he was severely mugged and almost killed by three men, we and my 3 children (Gawie and I had adopted a little girl) eventually moved to Namibia. What no one at that stage knew was that the brain damage he sustained from the incident would cause severe anger outbursts. After the second outburst, he decided to quit the marriage as he did not want to submit either me or my children to them. So there I was, newly married and newly arrived in Mariental, teaching at the local High School, when after a couple of months my husband left and went back to South Africa!
Ha, you can imagine the scorn of the community and my colleagues who could not understand how this ex-minister's wife, “apparent” serious follower of Jesus Christ, came to be divorced for the second time. In their eyes something serious must have been wrong with me! I did not blame them. How could I when I felt almost the same about me?! I felt like a spectator to someone else's life, like watching a drama gone very wrong. I have messed up badly! Even my new surname mocked me: Mrs Parsons! Later I couldn’t pray anymore, I didn’t go to church, couldn’t live with myself – how I had fallen from all those lofty dreams and aspirations of childhood! I was so glad that my parents did not have to witness the down-fall of their eldest daughter! Again I just bottled everything up. All this, plus the tremendous hardship in raising three teenage kids without additional emotional or financial support and paying off a study bond on a small teacher's salary only supplemented by a small organist’ remuneration, eventually took its toll and one day, the wall just broke, and I started crying and crying and crying and crying. I wept for almost a week. I could not contain myself any more. My life was in such a mess. It seemed that every dream has died, as if the Lord had forsaken me. I could not sleep at night. Fear and anxiety had me in an iron grip. I had such heart palpitation and would wake up in the middle of night, drenched with sweat. I sought mercy in my own mind, but could not find any. Then I asked the Lord to please give me some respite. Just let me be for a while, forget about me. I remember saying to Him that I felt like hiding myself somewhere where He won't be able to find me and "think of something hard to send into my life". I felt like a real-life female Job. Where does one go to get away from the Lord?! And how greatful am I now that He did not take me up on that one! That night, as I was getting ready for bed, all of a sudden, my bedroom was flooded with this Incredible Bright Light! Words cannot describe the brightness of our God!!!! There He was, the Living Lord Himself, the Creator of the Universe! Oh, He is so REAL! He is so ALIVE! human words cannot describe Him, He is totally awesome, and most amazing. Everything, the walls, the furniture, everything became translucent. Then He spoke, and oh, the sound of His Voice! “Annalize, I have called you by your name; you are Mine.” A great peace settled over and in me. I knew He would never leave or forsake me, and that He would see me through. And I also knew that He knew me through His righteousness and not according to my many mistakes and failures, and I can tell you honestly, they are many. I felt accepted. Beloved. Forgiven. That night I slept like a baby. And although there were still many, many challenges, He brought me through them all. In 1994 music as a subject was phased out of government schools and I had to start teaching other subjects (history, geography and English) to high school students from Grade 8 to 10. I had no formal teacher's training in any of these subjects and was thrown into the deep end of the water. But through once again working almost all the hours of the day, I managed, by the grace of the Lord.
In 1995 my children and I moved to Windhoek. In that same year a pastor whose wife I knew, one day came to my house and said the Lord had sent him commanding him to pray and anoint me. I was so scared of any such thing, but I also did not want to miss any good thing the Lord had for me! I remember asking to be excused and going into my kitchen, praying and asking the Lord to protect me from anything that is not from Him. Then I went back and the guy took oil and anointed my temples and said a very simple prayer, something like: “Lord, I am anointing this woman in obedience to your command and in Your Mighty Name.” Then he left. That night as I lay down to sleep, all of a sudden, it sounded like sluices being opened in my temples and water gushing out. I could even hear the water, and then the Lord started talking to me. I did not see Him, only heard Him and felt His Presence. Throughout this visitation which lasted ten days, His presence was so tangible that my children and even some of my colleagues remarked about it. It felt like I was living in an electrically highly charged bubble. During that time Jesus took me through my life and showed me how He had been with me and in me, every step of the way. He also showed me many things to come, spoke to me about the gospel of the Kingdom of God and the manifestation of the sons of God (of which until then I knew almost nothing), told me to write everything down and to wait for the vision to be fulfilled even should it take a long time. Again He confirmed His abiding Presence and working in and through me, first to my own family and friends, acquaintances, and then further afield. He said to me: my house should be a place of refuge (interesting when you think back through the generations), heal the sick, set the captives free, loose the bands of wickedness from My people, break every yoke, clothe those who are naked, give shelter to those without, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, drive out demons. Freely you have received; freely give. I somehow understood that this clothing, feeding and shelter were more than just physical. That, too, but it was also a clothing with His Righteousness, to feed people with Him, the Living Bread and to bring them into the Father's house. It was a ministry of intercession, of extending His forgiveness and life to every person. He also said to me to eat His Word, to really eat it, meditate on it, digest it, let it do it's work in me…
In 1996 I left teaching, got married again to Dr AW Steenkamp, at that stage a lecturer in New Testament Theology at the University of Namibia, and we followed the call of the Lord into a walk of total abandonment and dependence on Him and His provision for our lives, living in and by faith in radical obedience to His Voice and leading, ministering to Him first and foremost in prayer, praise and worship, but also to those around us. I was severely criticized by the pastor and elders of the Dutch Reformed Church in Stanford for my obedience in praying for the sick, getting baptized as a believer, etc. (not a "spirituality that they believed in", according to the minister, who said that I gave people "false hope" by telling them the Lord wants to heal them and we should pray for them). Eventually I had to leave the "church" because they forbade me to pray or teach. Then Father called me into evangelism amongst the farm labourers in the area and we were in fellowship with other ministers and pastors who also came out of the DRC. The Lord was with us in a mighty way, and we experienced and saw Him do wondrous things – many healings and other miracles. Very often deliverance and healing would just happen spontaneously as we praised and worshipped Him, which we initially did in the local school hall, every morning at 6h00 and every afternoon from 18h00 onwards to sometimes late at night for 18 months, but later in our house on the farm where we then lived and at times also in some of the farmers' houses. The years between 1993 and 2003 were really a time of getting to KNOW Him better, of learning and understanding His ways. Some things we had to learn over and over again…
One day when we were down to the last bit of food, and our rent, telephone, etc. had to be paid and there was also no gas/petrol in the car – we needed something like R10 000 just to get even again, I prayed and prayed and begged and questioned and cried! Eventually, I had nothing more to say, and not hearing anything from the Lord, I just sat there in His Presence in the small hours of the night/morning, totally spent! Then at about 03h30, I heard His voice. “Annalize, you were disobedient.” I was so shocked! “Lord! Disobedient? Come, now, Lord, it can’t be!" "Yes, does my Word not say that you should jump for joy when you are persecuted for My name's sake?” “Lord, jump for joy? Okay, Lord, you want me to jump for joy, I'll jump, but the joy would have to come from you!” I then searched for a place to jump where I would not be rousing the whole household from their sleep, as we then lived in a wooden house. The only place was the stoep. So, I went out and started jumping and with every jump, I thanked and praised the Lord FOR not having food, rent, money for the phone bill, petrol, etc. As I jumped, something incredible started to happen. With every jump I felt lighter and lighter. The whole weight of everything, also the weight of "proving the Lord faithful" to my family and others, just dropped off until there was nothing left. I then went to bed, knowing that He is fully in control as always and slept like a baby!
The next morning, one of the farmer's ostriches had laid an egg in front of our garden gate and the farmer said, we could have it. That day we ate ostrich egg for breakfast, lunch and supper. At almost 20h30 that night we were called out to a farm ± 30 km from us, and as it was really a matter of extreme urgency where someone's life was involved, I prayed and the Lord said go! I asked Him about the gas in the car and He said He did not tell me to worry about that, He told me to go! So, off we went. Late that night, really late, around 01h00 while we were still on this farm with the family, a friend from Hermanus phoned and asked where we were. He asked for the directions and told us to wait for him there. When he arrived he immediately took R200 from his pocket and said he was on his way to bed when the Lord had pressed it on his heart that he should phone us and take money for petrol and drive behind us the couple of kilometres to Caledon to get petrol. Then he also gave me a folded slip of paper with these words: I hope I heard correctly, but the Lord told me you need this. It was a cheque for R10 000! I can recount so many, many miracles of provision, healing, deliverance, multiplication of food, etc.! But, it was not an easy road. There were many hardships, failures on our side, disappointments. The attacks from the evil one had been fierce and many, but Jesus has said that Satan has asked to sift us! And sifted we were and still are. On every promise we stood, we were severely tested and tried. Through much tribulation we have to enter into the Kingdom, the full rule and reign of Christ!
From 1996 to 2003 alone, we moved house eight times! My children and I one day counted how many times I have moved to different locations and houses with my parents, or spouses, or by myself, since the age of five: 45 times! There were times when we had no idea whereto until the very last moment. But, we were packed and ready to go! We have lived in a caravan, a shed, with friends, strangers, in big houses, small flats, but never once, did we not have a place to overnight!
While driving home from Hermanus one day, flames from the engine of our car burst through the dashboard to the inside! I stopped the car, got out and ran to the nearest house, screaming, “Fire, fire!” The car was a write-off, but through His grace I was unharmed. For the next six months we had to walk a couple of kilometres into town to do our shopping!
While driving home from Hermanus one day, flames from the engine of our car burst through the dashboard to the inside! I stopped the car, got out and ran to the nearest house, screaming, “Fire, fire!” The car was a write-off, but through His grace I was unharmed. The relationship between AW and I were extremely taxed by various issues and in 2003 we also divorced. I remember walking on the farm where we then lived, with tears streaming down my cheeks like water from an open water faucet! I fasted and prayed, but knew, it had to end. It was a very dark night of the soul! The Lord called me out of public ministry and had me to just come and sit at His feet and eat and drink from His hand, His Flesh and Blood, True Food and True Drink. But first, I had to learn to forgive and forgive and forgive, also myself, as He forgives. And to be healed and become whole myself… Oh, He who formed us and knitted us together in our mothers' wombs knows us. He knows every hidden hurt and fear, everything stowed away in the deepest recesses of our hearts and minds. The years that followed were years of tremendous deep inner healing, falling in love with Him afresh, learning His heart for every person and a renewal of my mind… In that same year still I met and married Maré, my current and I believe my last husband!
How awesome are His dealings with us! In 1998, long before I even met Maré, while I was driving through Stanford, Father said to me that if I wanted Him to bless not only myself and my family, but also the people in and around Stanford, I had to forgive every one who had ever “persecuted” or mocked me for my faith in Jesus Christ. I went up the hill where we used to live in Moore Street and parked my car at the top of the hill overlooking the village and as the Holy Spirit brought their names to my remembrance, I spoke the names out loud into the atmosphere and said that I choose to forgive and that He should let His forgiveness rise up within me, flow through and out of me to every person. After I had done that and was sure that there was not one person forgotten, I heard Father say, “I give you Moore Street”, and then He said a certain number. I had no idea where it could be, as the houses did not have street numbers in those days. He then again said, that He will certainly bring the vision to pass, even should it take long. He will perform it. He Himself. No man would be able to take credit for it. After Maré and I got married, we continued living in Moore Street where Maré was renting and he then bought two plots adjacent to where we were renting and the following year we built our house and planted our garden!
We also took over what started as a village newspaper, but became Village Life, a beautiful glossy, national magazine which in my husband’s words, “aimed to be a broad-based window on interesting ‘ordinary’ people, the natural environment, history and social life. The magazine did not publish ‘advertorials’ or editorial material in exchange for advertising. It also did not compete with other magazines in reporting the everyday disasters of life, or the affairs of ‘celebrities’.” We did virtually everything regarding Village Life ourselves for the first three years, from research, writing, photography and canvassing advertising, to driving 4000 km per month to do articles and distribution. I also did the accounting which in itself was another miracle! We were later joined by Ronel Vosloo, who looked after the 2000 subscribers and also took over the accounting. And although we were later fortunate in having as contributors knowledgeable historians, experts from the scientific community and freelance journalists, we still had to do an awful amount of work and driving ourselves. I think I spent more time in our car than at home during those years. Village Life magazine was called a "poem, a hymn" by well-known Afrikaans author, Hennie Aucamp. And it was. Someone once remarked to a client: “I always feel so clean after I had read Village Life.” For the commemoration of Stanford’s 150th birthday, we also published a coffee-table book on the history and people of the village. The whole idea, I believed, was God-breathed!

For this project, which took 7 months from start to finish, I interviewed almost all the people of Stanford, took ± 50 000 photos, did the research and writing of the text, my husband did the lay-out and editing. It was an amazing project from start to finish, and brought much healing and reconciliation to a community that were cruelly divided by the apartheid's regime. Photos from the book were exhibited in Cape Town, Holland, Germany and Italy.
In 2005 my youngest son was in a motorcycle accident and miraculously survived and kept both legs after doctors initially thought they would have to amputate his right leg under the knee, so badly was it injured. There was a time that we thought we would lose him. Again the Lord gave His word, and performed it! He nevertheless could not work for the next almost three years and came to stay with us after his discharge from hospital. The road back to full healing and use of his leg, now 4 cm shorter than the other, was long and very painful for him and at times us. And with him too, I know the Lord’s promises and purposes for his life will be fulfilled by the Lord Himself!

Picture from Coffeetable book "Portrait of a Village"ISBN 978-0-620-39871-8

Despite the excellency of the magazine, the praise of readers, loyal subscribers and advertisers, we just never could get sufficient advertising support to grow the magazine substantially and see it through the economic crunch that hit us in 2009 and 2010, and we had to borrow more money from the bank against our house until it reached a state where we were “forced” to cease publication of the magazine in June 2010. What followed have been the hardest three years of our lives. A shaking of everything that could be shaken and fiery, extremely fiery, trials… And with Standard Bank harassing us morning, noon and even at night for their money! In beginning 2011 we had to sell our car back to the dealer just to rid ourselves from that obligation and on the advice of a friend applied for debt review. We were told that it would bring about a decrease in the interest we pay per month and also in the fixed amount to be paid back on our bond. The bank, instead of lowering the payment amount, increased it by something like R3 000 per month! By the grace of the Lord we had a regular and good income through work last year and we managed the payments. This year, all of a sudden, the wells of income seemed to have dried up, and for the last three months we were unable to honour the payment-amounts to the bank at all! We still owe the printer money after we gave our vacant plot to him in lieu of our debt to him. The Lord had miraculously provided a car for us – a 2002 Volvo which I could “buy” from a friend in exchange for work! But amidst all the “disasters”, human frailty and impossibilities, stresses, looming bankruptcy, possible loss of our house and much, much more, the Lord has kept us together. And I truly mean, He has done it. You can imagine the strain on our relationship through all of this! I was also confronted with a part of me that neither I, nor anyone else for that matter, liked at all and which caused much harm – anger, a very fierce, burning anger that manifested in me saying, sometimes screaming, the most horrible things to my husband and children. Oh, what anguish this caused me! I cried out to the Lord and repented and repented more and cried out more. Eventually I just gave over, totally surrendered it to the Lord – if He does not set me free, I will stay an angry woman for the rest of life. On the cross He has done it all, and only He could manifest His victory over this. And He did. Once again Father had it all covered, deliverance prepared before I ever was, and He set me free. And, through all of this Father has brought me to REST, a complete rest and trust in His unfailing love and resurrection power. Only He can bring His promises to fulfillment! With Job, I say: "Even should He slay me, I know that my Redeemer lives!" And, as He is now the only desire in and of my heart, I not only know that I will see Him face-to-face, but that He would bring me to that place where He is all in me… now and forever more. And I believe that He Himself is the answer and fulfillment to every prayer, desire and longing of my heart for myself, my husband, children, family, friends and acquaintances.
Once again we are in a place where our everything is on the altar, awaiting His fire! We have done what we could, following His leading every step of the way, and should we have erred somewhere, we have repented, and He has also worked His forgiveness in and through us to those who have caused us pain and hardship. We believe that He is busy with something so amazing in our lives which will proclaim to everyone who knows us or have heard of us through the magazine or internet, that He is alive, and exactly Who His Word says He is! I believe we will see Him face-to-face and live to tell of His goodness for ever and ever! He has promised, and he will do it!
In February this year Father said to me to open a PayPal account. For weeks I walked about, mulling about it and asking for confirmation. Then a facebook friend said Father has told her He is releasing the funds necessary for those buried visions and dreams and we should get our PayPal accounts because finances will come from all over the world. So, in obedience I went to the bank and got everything in order, not knowing how Father will work this out, because He told me never to ask for money from anyone, never to complain and to always give freely of what I receive from Him – freely receive, freely give!
A fortnight ago I was in Hermanus for our weekly shopping and had to stop at Clicks to buy zinc salve for Maré who suffers with psoriases (which I believe Father has healed him of and his healing will manifest). The chemist then told me about this salve that apparently works wonders for psoriases sufferers, but I would need a prescription from a doctor. I quickly phoned a friend who is a medical doctor and he kindly gave me a presciption for it. But, oh my, when I asked for the price, it was so expensive! R650 for 60g! Buying it would leave me with very little money for food for the next 2 weeks. I nevertheless felt I should get it, because with all the additional stress Maré was really suffering, so much so that the wounds under his feet were bleeding and at times it is very, very painful, especially when walking. But, I was so scared of how he might react because of the high cost of the salve, my heart started palpitating. The previous day he told me that we have very little money for this month and that we should work careful with what we have. Anyway, on my way back home I prayed and just asked the Lord to provide for our needs and take care of Maré’s possible anger and my reaction to it. The whole way (20 km) I was in two minds whether to tell him the truth about the price, or telling a lie, but the Lord said, “No, no lies!” I schemed how and where I could possible cut on expenses. When I got home and told him the whole story, he immediately demanded to know what it cost! I decided to be truthful and take whatever comes my way. Was I surprised and thankful when he was upset only that they could charge so much for such a small amount, but not at all with me! As it was almost supper time then, I first made supper and then we watched a movie. It was almost ten at night when I switched my computer on and there was this message from a friend in Canada, “Annalize, I wanted to totally surprise you with this but I have no idea how to do this and get it to you. The Lord has told me to send you $1,000 and He wouldn’t let this go. It was on my heart all night to the point that I knew that it is urgent. …it seemed to me that the Lord was really pressing me on this to do it quickly, so I will! So please tell me how I can get this to you. Is it safe to just mail it to you probably in a bank draft or money order? What kind of currency do you use so I can have it sent in your currency? What is your mailing address? Please let me know the best way to do make this happen which will make it the easiest and fastest for you.” I wept! I praised the Lord! I profusely thanked Father and asked Him to bless her. As I was praising the Lord, He said to me: “Annalize, you know what I want? I want you and all my children to praise me like this even when things “go wrong”! I want you to have joy, exceeding abundant joy in every circumstance and situation, only because of Who and What I AM.” I have thought that I always did that, but I then saw that my joy in and under all circumstances should be unshakeable! It should always overflow towards Him!
The next morning I received another email, this time from a friend in Europe asking for my bank details. She wrote, “The heavens are open! Our heavenly Father has told us to send you something!” With my whole heart I believe Father will perform His every promise to us and His body worldwide. He will shut the mouths of the mockers and scoffers and will restore to us the years that the swarming locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter, His great army, which He had sent among us. (Joel 2:25) (Please excuse the typos!)

Thoughts on the Vision of the Church as Daniel Garcia goes to glory

Pastor Daniel Garcia who has died this week

On hearing of the death of Norita's brother Daniel Garcia (Main pastor of Los Rios de Vida, Buenos Aires and in all the other states of Argentina)and reading one of his last requests that people continue to spend long together praising and worshipping the Lord, and to not neglect the gathering together of believers my thoughts are this.
Ed Miller,Jorge Pradas and Daniel pushed open the doors of praise and worship as a pattern in the local congregation maybe more than any other series of churches on earth. But I am resolved that this is NOT sufficient. Often content to stay in the outer realms of the holy place in order to prepare for listening to preaching, may the next generation really become the advanced corps prophesied in Psalm 110 and Psalm 24. In Psalm 134 also we are shown what a huge role we have, and again in Psalm 149. We have to be expert in what up to now we are still playing with. The Melchizedek Order is where Jesus Christ rules and reigns. He has pulled down any separation at all, having His flesh torn as the veil which kept us from approaching God's throne.
He has, in these last days through decades of seeking God revealed through his servant Norman Grubb, a missionary for around 70 plus years, the exact blueprint of how Galations 2:20 works on an individual life, but as yet NO CONGREGATION ANYWHERE ON THIS EARTH has worked out this third level of operation on a corporate scale, the level of "KNOWING HIM WHO IS FROM THE BEGINNING" described in 1 John 2. This is the realm the elders before the throne operate in. But Jesus specifically told us to pray this prayer. "THY KINGDOM COME, THY WILL BE DONE, ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN." and again the apostle writes " AS HE IS , SO ARE WE IN THE EARTH." What this looks like in corporate form, projecting as Ern Baxter prophesied " the Community of the Trinity out from the Throne into a community of people in a space time world" we have as yet no firm idea. We have proved what it doesn't look like by creating networks of churches run by men at the top of pyramids, and have blocked the specific injunction of the New Covenant: They shall all know Me from the least to the greatest. Instead these networks have all put out their prophets, have not advanced in their doctrines and revelation, and have not pursued the worship of God into the third level, first opened recently by Ed Miller and attended to by national revival in Argentina as a sign following.
Ed Miller has proved the Third level exists.
Jorge Pradas and Daniel have proved there is such a thing as the vision of the local church.
Norman Grubb has explained how we may walk continually in this third level of knowing Christ as consciousness on an individual level.
The Psalms of Ascents (Ps120-134) however, describe a corporate rising into the Presence of God that is completely without historical precedent, yet it  takes place at a time of NIGHT in the Earth.
Isaiah 60 declares that this Darkness will cover the earth, and it describes this Darkness as GROSS Darkness. Yet at such a time shall a LIGHT ARISE on the people of God that is equally unprecedented. It is the Light of the Son of God, this time manifest incarnationally not only through the Head who is Jesus, but through His entire Body, of whom it says , He is not ashamed to call them brethren. The Son of Man shall arise suddenly, like lightning in the Earth, and it is said by Jesus of this "Son of Man "the angels of God ascend and descend upon Him."
For the rest of the church this is far fetched, but both Ed Miller's churches and JorgePradas's churches have already experienced angels among them. The foretastes of Jesus singing amongst His brethren in the congregation have already been indescribable, but this was among a people that do not yet know the third level apart from the briefest glimpses. Praise, worship and the Presence of God among a people who know Galations 2:20 as consciousness, will release a realm of Power and Glory no man can at this point fully realise, but is described obliquely in Psalm 134 when it says the saints shall BLESS THE EARTH OUT OF ZION. Earth sized blessings shall be released by such a people.

Fragmentation.
The throwing out of people such as myself and many many others.
The reluctance to press through to any kind of maturity as promised in scripture.
The Lacklustre worship of the one for whom are all jewels, riches,skills, knowledge,praise, love, adoration even our Bridegroom who honours us above all other possessions...
ALL THIS HAS TO STOP IMMEDIATELY, and simply yielding in obedience to the One who loves us, He will simply amaze us by what He can reproduce in our flesh and blood. He was , is and will always remain glorious and without parallel.

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Norita his brother had written on FB
We arrived today at Heathrow airport and as we were waiting for our suitcases we received the message saying that my dear brother and pastor Daniel Garcia passed away last night. It was too late for me to go back to Argentina but as we came back home we joined with our sons, other brothers and sisters that came to greet us to give thanks for his life of sacrifice and complete surrender, together t

o his dear wife Nelly, other servants of God such as Papi and other contemporaries in the work of His kingdom.

We are rejoicing now that he is resting from his tireless work for the beloved church of the Lord. Even though he was still sick, his spirit was intact in the Lord and he was continually thinking about the Church. I heard him say a few things only weeks before passing away that will stick with me: “care for the God’s church, take care of the brothers” and also: “In the church meetings, do not rush the times of praise and worship”. Then he added: 'Don’t stop going to church”.

He was a tireless fighter, so much so that he entered with marks into the Promised Land. He recognised his mistakes but deeply trusted in the Lord his God. He dedicated time to the study of the Word and to prayer. The Word of God has been extremely important in his life of faith. Crystal clear waters from the throne of the Lord. The Lord increased those who live out and bring the Word of the Lord clearly to the lives of its people.

I always remember one of his favourite passages:

'but the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, which is on the rise until the day is perfect' Proverbs 4: 18

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 Hoy llegamos al aeropuerto de Londres y estabamos esperando las valijas cuando recibimos el mensaje que mi querido hermano y pastor habia partido para estar con el Señor a las 8 de la noche del dia de ayer. Era muy tarde para volver a Argentina pero al volver a casa pudimos dar gracias por su vida de sacrificio y entrega junto a su querida esposa Nelly y a sievos de Dios como papi y sus companiero

s de la obra. Estamos gozosos de saber que ahora el esta descansando de su infatigable trabajo para la amada iglesia del Señor. aun enfermo su espiritu estaba intacto en el Senior y pensando en la iglesia. Una de estas ultimas semanas el dijo entre otras cosas: "Cuiden a la iglesia del Señor, cuiden a los hermanos" y otra vez: "los cultos deben tomar su tiempo en la alabanza y adoracion". Luego aniadio: "No dejen de ir a los cultos". El fue un luchador infatigable, que aun con marcas entro en la tierra prometida. Reconocia sus errores pero confiaba ampliamente en Dios su Senior. Tomaba tiempo en el estudio de la palabra y en oracion. La palabra de Dios ha sido sumamente importante en su vida de fe. Aguas cristalinas el trono del Señor. Que el Señor aumente aquellos que viven y traen la palabra del Senior claramente a la vidas de su pueblo. Siempre recuerdo uno de sus pasajes favoritos:"Mas la senda de los justos es como la luz de la aurora, que va en aumento hasta que el dia es perfecto" proverbios 4: 18

Worship series Part Two- Digging Out The Ears

This is the second Part of The One True Worship of the One True God

So, if in the first part we laid the cornerstone of true worship, lets go back a bit and expand some of the parts of this cornerstone, which is ofcourse the New and Living Way through Christ's own flesh and blood back into a relationship with Our Daddy God, Abba....the One, really as human beings we have spent thousands of years estranged from.


The header  image quotes John 4 and it says some powerful things.

• that there is such a thing as TRUE WORSHIP, implying that there is a false worship.
• It's stating a firm YEA and Amen statement of prophecy that  THIS WILL COME ABOUT. It's firm. It's definite. There's no question about it. There's no arguing. We know what we currently see with our eyes.....but since when have our eyes told us the truth about what IS TO COME? Or as Jesus puts it often "What is now already....and Is TO COME."
• It's ALL ALL ALL about the Father, in the sense that Jesus wants a whole bunch of companion Brothers and Sisters with whom to worship and give consummate glory to His Father. see Hebrews Chapter 2 verse 11:

¹¹ For both He who sanctifies and those who are ^[l]sanctified are all from one Father; for which reason He is not ashamed to call them brethren, ¹² saying,

“I will proclaim Your name to My brethren,
In the midst of the congregation I will sing Your praise.”

• This will come about, but NOT BY MIGHT, NOR BY POWER,BUT BY MY SPIRIT says the Lord. Worship is in spirit. Because God is Spirit, Jesus says. 
• GOD IS LOVE. GOD IS HOLY. All these things are communicated in Spirit. If we were not of the same substance and likeness of God we would feel awkward. We actually would not be able to bear it. Psalm 1:⁴ Not so the wicked: But -- as chaff that wind driveth away!......⁵ Therefore the wicked rise not in judgment, Nor sinners in the company /assembly/congregating of the righteous,
• And in truth . 

Which is the main subject of this post.

Digging Out the Ears.

Three words and phrases.
Rock.
Digging Out The Ears.
Truth.

We are to build our house upon the Rock. Anything else is to build upon sand, and the storms come, and what looked so good, comes tumbling and crashing down because it has no foundation.

Knowing the deep things of God awaits the work of the Spirit of God in the believer. Jesus did not play the game of modern religion—that of trying to fabricate a life and then present it to the Father as an offering.Who is the Life in Paul’s writing? We know Galatians 2:20: “It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me.” This coupled with Galatians 4:19, “until Christ be formed in you,” presents the idea of who the Life is and where he is. It is in Paul and it looks like Paul.In Colossians 1:27 Paul speaks of “Christ in you.” Dan Stone

Digging out the ears is both a longterm process,as well as meaning just a set point in time,on a certain day or in a certain gathering of God's people.
I associate the phrase with a couple of places in scripture and the time period God spoke through Stuart Wentworth and Ian McCulloch in Emsworth to introduce the concept.

Strong's Hebrew: 3738. כָּרָה (karah) -- dig

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[כוּר] verb meaning dubious, perhaps bore, or dig, or hew (DlProl. ... כ Psalm 40:7 ears hast thou dug (with allusion to the cavity of the ear) for me, thou hast given me the means of hearing and obeying thy will. ... KJV: in my grave which I have digged for me in the land ... NAS: which hENDe had cut out for himself in the city ...End quote

It was the first week of my arrival in Emsworth. A prophet had come to our door Nathan style, to question me regarding adultery. Within hours I was in another church in another part of Britain stripped of everything and everyone I knew. If anything is going to get your attention and begin digging things out, a supernatural brush with the government of God is probably going to do it.

You see, like many of the Bible characters, this was IN THE CONTEXT of God's people ,of worship,of  a relationship with God.....so that's going to get your attention. How can I be this sinful?Where did that all come from in the midst of this wonderful Holy Spirit life?  So effectively, your inner ear starts getting pinned back, and you nolonger take anything for granted. Because if not even God stuff is to be trusted, what's going on?

Well God stuff IS TO BE TRUSTED. But not the way we interface with it.
God stuff I continued to learn is not just Leftbrain learning. And it's not just charismatic feeling,or to put it more accurately not just surface feelings which rise and fall with the wind.
Whole philosophical movements swing pendulum style from generation to generation on whether to trust feelings or the insight. In themselves, the enemy can draw upon either and lead us astray. So we must learn a deeper way....and indeed this is HOW we begin to learn Spirit.

For God CAN be in feelings and He can be in thoughts, but the Bible says the mature know how to train their senses in righteousness.

The question we are asking ourselves really is WHAT IS GOD DOING?
To see with a single eye is to see what God is really about in a matter.There  really is only One Life going on in the Universe. Everything else doesn't really flow. Is not really happening. There is no grace for it. God's not really in it. It is empty. It feels really heavy to our insides.....things like that.

But even those things can be manipulated. Daniel Yordy calls it " we only learn by story....our story"
And like walking , we learn by falling on our face.
Proverbs 1 describes a kind of extreme version. To summarise, we swing along in life, in our naivety thinking what purports to be wisdom is really heavy and restrictive, and we are really sure that while it might be OK for some people, there is no way that message is for us personally....until....suddenly we find ourselves without any more rope. We've actually gone over the precipice, and we can't just turn back. We may be allowed further time on earth, but one thing is for sure....our Eden is no more....and if we are going to learn anything and not remain ignorant all our life, we have to,in the face of very real obstacles,and wisdom appearing to call us names.....Dig INTO the unseen world
by faith, and CALL our self by a NEW NAME.....one resurrected in Jesus 2000 years ago.

And it's hard, because all else is screaming at us that it s not so. Now it would have been  easier perhaps for us to have learned this when our life was still looking pretty normal. But somehow we don't. And it was the same for the Bible characters...like Peter, who told everyone unequivocally that there was no way on God's earth a person like him would ever deny Jesus. Jesus roundly addressed him and said not only will you....you will do it three times.
And when it came to it was worse still...because Peter used the foulest of language to accompany it.

So, as I said digging out our ears has a longer arc to it , over months and years and decades. But thankfully there's a short instant meaning to it too.  Until we are practically just living there.

Any time we are seeking God.
Having meetings.
We are really having our ears dug by the Holy Spirit. He has to do it. And He will instruct us what He wants us to do to help bring it about.
One session for me was when He put it on my heart to get up early and wait upon Him. No praying. No praising. No tongues.Just waiting. Wow...that was hard...and the times I dosed. But I knew there was no condemnation.

There is a verse which I want to bring up here : Psalm 51:17The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
A broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.

The verse appears in the context of people doing outer forms of penance or religious activity  but not engaging on their insides.

The thing is we are incapable of being contrite in the natural. This sort of phrase is something the Holy Spirit works in us and it is the working of His grace. Just getting up at 5am to do some religious activity is a load of rubbish...even if it is written in the Bible. "Seek Him early".

This is Law. Jesus Himself awakes in us the things He's asking us to do...or not do.
Churches are filled with people who know the verse about God dwelling among a people of contrite heart. The old denominations are filled with this stuff. Well if He dwells in this stuff why is there no revival?

Because 98% of it is just pure religion. Not only have we got to the stage of mimicking penance with all the outward show that is criticised in Psalm 51, we've now reproduced the "inner contrition" with manufactured religious soap opera. Trouble is the Holy Spirit knows this stuff. And His Spirit people perceive it too.

No, in third level terms Psalm 51:17 is just a state of believing.
Who ARE YOU REALLY?
Are you a self-powered human self, swanning around making your choices as some sort of independent self picking from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.....??? And....as your life clearly demonstrates...that just doesn't work does it? You see, the independent posturing doesn't exist.
That very spirit, is hooked into the devil himself. It is he in fact living his life through you. Which is why it is so puzzling for charismatics, where one minute they are soaring into the heavens in praise and a very real sense of the Presence of God....but their day to day living just doesn't cut it. And the more they try, as Romans 7 says,the more their noses are pressed against the glass to realise that the "independent state" just doesn't exist. It's a lie.

So a contrite heart, is one that permanently has reached this realisation....and even though he or she slip in future...they don't have to beat themselves up to much about it...but more like getting back on a bike...realise Life is in the Son...literally. That our life IS ACTUALLY HIS LIFE. There's not two of us. I have died as all of Adam died in the Cross, and my life is now hidden within Christ IN GOD.
This is really what the phrase "Henceforth we see no man after the flesh means."
We see ourselves, other Christians, and nonbelievers all as one thing....as having been created to have God live through. And yes we can't help but observe then "false seeing" on our insides and other's insides as all of us seek to overstep the mark of what God is actually doing. But this is the true Spirit meaning of Psalm 51:17.

This is having our ears dug out.
This is getting down to THE ROCK and building upon it, firmly and surely.
What must we be doing to do the works of God? Believe ON ME says Jesus, and Him who sent Me.What do you mean believe on You?
Believe that I am from God. That I am a new entity called the Son of Man, living entirely IN the Father who sent Me. That such a Life exists and that I am reproducing this very same Life in you as you take My Word and believe it.
Contrite heart is where you allow Me to disabuse you totally of the notion that there exists a self-powered life. That you must choose between one of two Deities living through you as you...and instead of the devil, you have chosen Me and the very Life by which
I lived as a man, from the Father in heaven.

Digging out the ears also means forming the mechanism whereby we can hear and act on the Faith that actually is the faith of Christ Himself.
Faith does not come from the Word of God direct.
Paul said there is an intermediary stage.
Faith comes by hearing, and hearing....spiritul hearing....is formed or comes by the Word of God.

So to sum up. Worship, unlike praise, which is commanded of us in whatever spiritual state we find ourselves, comes from a different place.Worship bubbles up from this newly excavated discovery of the ROCK within us, which is Christ's actual Life.

Praise, as we have been taught is how we enter into His courts. "I will enter into His gates (the external part of the Tabernacle) with thanksgiving and His courts with praise."
The Lord's Prayer starts
Our Father
who art in heaven
Hallowed be your Name.....

But worship comes out of "true inward seeing"

it comes out of Jesus consciousness
It is actually Jesus praising His own Father from within the entire congregation.Remember the Hebrews passage? He is not ashamed to call us His brethren.

After the mid section of the Lord's Prayer...as our internal seeing has again been adjusted
we rise, with force, and conviction and power and declaration,
and we all say  with Jesus Himself

For Thine Father is the Kingdom, the Power, and the Glory
Forever and eveeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr
Amen!!!!

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