WRITE THE VISION, MAKE IT PLAIN
(Talking Feather)
I will attempt to explain what I have come to know through the eyes of
Him who is more beautiful beyond description. Who radiates healing virtue, compassion, knowledge, wisdom, mercy and truth.
Sixteen years ago, the Korean Grandmothers would take me into prayer grottos with them to spend time in seasons of prayer and fasting. They were part of a Korean Congregation near Ft. Knox, Kentucky. I wanted to be with them because it felt good in an odd sort of way. God was preparing to reveal to me, uncover the hidden truth or manna Yeshua speaks of in the Bible. I am a firm believer that the blood cries out and I needed healing, deliverance and transformation. It would be a door that no man could open. It was the door of my own heart. It was the heart's cry of my People that I had entered into.
As I sat praying and fasting on the floor of this little church house in Kentucky, the Holy Ghost began to initiate within me a very prolific and powerful "Indian song". I use to fight with my sister, Ilea, when we were little because she would always say we were Indian. I told her she was lying, because I did not look Indian, (she was very beautiful and dark like my parents) like the ones I saw on Hollywood movies. Somehow this experience was going beyond my natural ability to reason or even think soundly regarding my particular weakness or rational.
This was different, this was real and the song was illuminating my
understanding as to blood and God's covenant, the blood was crying out in me! It was strong. I got up to see if anyone were around my house, for I feared they would take me away in a straight jacket to an insane asylum as my Grandmother warned us about. I then sat back down in the middle of the kitchen floor and decided that this was not coming out of my mind. This was coming out of my spirit and I should not lean to my own understanding but I needed to reconcile myself to what was happening as being from God. Another words, obey.
Previously that day, I had made up my mind that this was the day I was
going to find God, even if it meant I had to die trying. It was then that
the song rose up out of my innermost being from out of the inside of my
heart. It was then that I had a vision of an Elder Native American
Patriarch, seated on the ground in like fashion as myself, underneath him a reed mat. He was calling out to a Just and Holy God, to the Creator Himself from a pure heart, to a God not foreign nor alien to him, for his seed's seed seed, that his hope would not be cut off. (I now know I am the
culmination of those prayers.) It was his song I was singing and I had
entered into his labor and He entered into my rest as we sang the song
together with generations only parting us. Next I was ushered in past a thick rent diaphanous veil and there I saw Him, the Son of Man standing, presiding over a living blueprint, His right eye ever on Israel. Time as we know it, was very short, everything with a poetic justice being divinely orchestrated by Him. I knew Him and He knew me, in His presence was the absence of all formality. I was as close to Him as the air that we breathe. As He thought, so did I. You just flowed with no thought as to how or why. There was beyond Him, waiting in the wings, a large pool or cloud,dispensation of God's Holy Spirit. I innately found myself going toward and into that cloud. The very life, presence or heartbeat of God was beating as one in the cloud and I fell as dead before Him, suspended before Yeshua. He held the very breathe of my life. My life suspended, I was in a trance, a mist, a thick cloud. I began to see, reckon with the great depth of love, for it had grieved Him, for the Father was brooding in the cloud as He had had for many generations for a people known of Him, the remnant of which was hidden inside a great light.
I saw the state of Oklahoma. In it was as a pearl of great price. The
state of Kentucky was behind me and it held light as well but of a lesser
brightness. I was made to know that it was imperative that this dispensation be given that it be gotten out, which was Himself, He would not rest until this people were filled with Himself and had fulfilled their destiny, thus requieting His great love.
Next, I stood before a great Gate. He was very tall and I had to look up to see Him. I do not know if it was Him or His angel for they had the same face? The angel of the Lord made me to know I was to turn my gaze away from him as he hid his wings. As I was contemplating this, beyond the great Gate the tribes of men were lining up before it in perfect order. They were right up against it, pressing in. They were doing everything they knew to do, sometimes in their strength to be obedient, to be patient and to wait. Still the great Gate would not open. Ever once in a while you would see someone get out of order and run up there and kick at the gate, then others, like generals, would pass him along and place him back in position.
I saw someone run up to the Gate and invoke His name, thinking that if they could do this, that this would open the Gate and he would be utterly
dismayed that it would not, that they could not pre-empt Him. At one point I laughed because it was funny, but because it was sin and the Lord was not laughing, I knew I had done wrong and began to weep. I was so distraught that I had done this in His presence that I thought I might not recover. It was only by His grace that I was able to come into possession of myself. Then out to the side of the Body of Christ or the Tribes of Man, to His right, I saw a group of people, Indian people forming. They were coming from the directions, some came out of those already lined up, and it seemed that in no time at all, they made a sweeping motion as one, from a 9 o'clock position to a 12 o'clock position and moved as one toward the forefront of the Body of Christ. The Body of Christ moved back representative of humility and brokeness in allowing them to take their before coveted or assigned place. This was in correlation with signs and wonders taking place in the natural and God confirming His Word with signs following, to the Jew first and then the Greek, to the Hebraic root. Immediately as this happened, the Gate disappeared and the Glory cloud departed out of the Temple, the Holy Place and The People were saturated in His presence, starting from the Head or birthright position. I saw women speak the Word of Truth in such power and boldness that if you did not obey the Word of life right away, great tragedy could befall you as the enemy was right at the door. I saw one Native American man I will liken unto Billy Graham. Multitudes were repenting and coming back to Christ. There was one that moved about over the vast expanse known as the North American continent and he was real fiery. Many things were shown me that will take place or happen. But when I came back into my natural state of being, they were hidden from me, for we see through a glass dimly. These things are hidden, written as it were by the finger of God and remain so down in archives of my spirit or heart. From time to time the prophetic will come upon me and God pulls it out.
I can only tell you, I am the culmination of many prayers, the representation of many generations and God has called us to raise up the age old foundation which is found in the face of Yeshua, His Christ, our Messiah in whom I have found peace, safety and refuge. I am as a voice of one crying out in the wilderness, Prepare Ye the Way, Prepare Ye the Way of my People and prepare ye the way of the Lord.
So do not be afraid, do not be defeated
Watch how you conduct yourselves
And look well to the ways of your household
For by and by I'll lead you out by my strongarm
And your battles will be won
Through the power of my Son
He's reserved the best for last
And the least shall be first
So truly hurry
Do not wait
Do not procrastinate
Search and hunt
like you never have before
So that you will be complete
An Indian man, woman and child
full of virtue
In a society that has lost it's way
He never called you to be like the white man
You are to find your identity in Him
With His Royal or spiritual blood flowing through our royal, spiritual
veins,
strength and dignity shall cloth your people once again.
You will become accustomed to this once again,
all my relations.
In His Hand,
Talkingfeather
