The sun spun in my dreams

The sun spun like a sign
her hair melted into a prophecy
it was silent unspoken
could her spirit burn again
with life , fire, spirit
this was a time like no other
it was different
the end of days was scorching
every mans conscience awakened
in the noon  heat waves
like a dream it awoke her
timeless like her yearnings
God she thought spoke
while the sun spun
in her thought crimson
altars she prayed upon
rained down from heavens unknown
scattered like stain glass
remnants of days of ruin and restorations
blended unto the heat
the statues of saints she once
looked upon fell
as the idols of yesterday
it was time again to let it go.
though God let them fall
around her
as she was once on the altar
of his desire
hidden in the firey mist
feeling the burn of trials
it was morning
\things had passed away
she was left with the sun spinning
God was in the dna
he the great time she sought in midday
was she dreaming
ancient of days
had let her live again
in the prophecy of the sun

how can a dog become a horse. dream. transformation

 I had a dream that my dog that died changed into a small  horse. I thought of book of revelations where Christ called " faithful and true comes back riding on a horse. And how horses are often used in the Bible to relay a message or story. I don't care what others say its significant prophetically to me as dreams are personal.

New Living Translation

At the blast of your breath, O God of Jacob, their horses and chariots lay still.

Psalm 76:6

When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand.

Revelation 6:5

how can a dog become a horse. It was about transformation. Neitzsche wept and had a breakdown when he saw a horse being whipped. Emotions and reason flooded him.

Horses were always prophetic to me. The dark apocalypse. The deep wisdom revelation. The animal symbol of transformation. 

A dog is always loyal no matter what done. A horse is strong,  swift, unpredictable. Its about personal transformation. 

Forever in memory of coco dog

I dreamt walking toward a red sun

 On that day the sun will be darkened.

The sun was red like blood.

When Christ died the sun eclipsed.

Day of fire in pentecost upper room

I dreamt I was walking toward a red sun. I was taking my deceased mother to it. For years I dreamt of this mysterious sun seemly amongst darkened times. Was i born to be alone and drift. A mystery silent are many things. In a twinkling of an eye a transformation or disappearance of things of old. Time ticked slowly vibrating and awaiting. Still the warmth promises of the sun are still here

To be continued soon

of the lost ,seas and lost reflections of the prophetic girl

Somethings just flow into being, others seem to have to be called forth. I just stated at the meeting I wanted a life that really jumps out, thats really happening. Prophets in the Old testament: Ezekiel had his most profound visions while still in captivity, prophet jeremiah, wept and put himself on level with those struggling. Some extraordinary things can come to pass in our darkest moments. Dealing with my brothers death the last few months and my own sons struggles against his bully school...reminds me why Im doing all this prophesying over events and hopes to come...Things can change and shift into productive explosions of vision and life...Im drifting in and out of all these thoughts and challenges....calling things forth that are not...there is nothing left to stand on but that when your lost out on the seas. nowhere is the training field how could I not see it. Could I do it, prophesy right here lost at sea.or fall back into the morbid reflection,,prophesy?.could i do it once more with storms raging all around "step out launch out into the deep of spirit and truth; to be swept back in by the waves of hope.....

Like a Prophecy flow

Interceed
like a prophecy 
over looking
broken grey cities
filled with smoke of
ruins
with passion
breathe
spilling forth
liquid spirit of soul
over word level
on street of cold
layed out
your exhausted
from the raw heat
the rejections of yesterday
speak
but not as loud
of what
burns of inside you
to be

released.....

the field of yesterdays ....

It was just yesterday i went by the fields of the past and longed for them to come back to me.they pleaded with me not to enter but i did not understand..as they prophesied their warning in the wind and signs.....as i longed for something not to be mine.

my Father the accused his grave now unmarked and wild weeds grew from there...I touching kissed his grave with the crucified's blessing upon it..and binded all the curses against his soul and spirit again,,long ago in the winds of time had buried him there...silent is his life now..but green in my memory..and a prophecy to me to live and cast away the sins of the father upon the youth....they are not effective here ...for my love buried his imperfect remains in the fields of the cities lost.

I walked on to the fortified city...like a lost and hungry vagrant i found my brothers grave beneath the sea...it called to me kinda of to redeem itself...so again i knelt down and kissed the sea where he lay and thanked it for the life we had spent together in the dawn of our youth..i left his ashes there where my tears ran down from the bridge of the breach into the fields of the deep seas..

I found my mother's grave among roads, it was overgrown with yellow flowers forgiveness and warmth of the sun heated them and promoted me to grow as they too must grow in God's sun

I still longed for things of yesterday...but it had long died in its fields,,after I had abandoned its destiny to God each one of them appeared in my vision, as if they wanted to speak so I listened to the thoughts..

it all...

Come with me I prophesied to them and leave the fields of the past behind there we will run the beach prophesying over the ragged edge rocks till they are smooth. We shall run free to the sea and meet our God there together. There were no more curses that day for old things and ways had disappeared.

I left them there and walked father out toward the warmth of the day..the future fields lined up with warmth and hope.a.Grasshopper lifted his head at me as if to speak something...I noticed as he watched my every movement,,i was facinated by his presence and it seemed that he was curious of my next move or thoughts...

he spoke to me symbolically of the months that the locust ate.....but calls to me deep in my spirit to rise to the new fields..then all returns to you and then again swept out by the sea and mist of times...."I will restore the days the locust ate".

Remember me I said to the phantom friends and family of yesterday..for i seek not these fields again,,remember when the dark sea sweeps over your face to cool your pain, when the rain falls like a tear of conversation on your face, when the gate of the field of yesterday breaks open and we run toward the vision of tomorrow,,prophesying with our God.
Then the voices of our past is silent in the sea at rest for I knew i was a memory you could not look upon then as we saw through the glass darkly,,,buy then now it will be face to face...
and the heavens will open the trumpet will sound and the dead in Christ rise from the earth...the seas shall open for us
and we shall rise together from the dark..


in a desperate moment i ran back to the fields of yesterday and tried to return to them...thinking i could turn back the moment of the lost and redeem situations...only to hear the beloved prophesying through the new fields of tomorrow of restorations..

"I will restore the days the locust ate".

I ran to the sea of his spirit where he sweept over me through the darkness blue coolness ....we went out to far places of night of the sea of prophetic verses...
it was redeemed by your love thats all there need to be he said....as he whispered and the waves took us out further to a place of beauty and vision...




to be continued...

d.gansmann

The cathedral of the christian mystic (mysteries of Christ)

when I think of mysticism. I think of the first book I read at 17 on practicing the presence by brother Lawrence.  I also found time back then to to reflect on Thomas Merton books. I started finding myself in catholic cathedrals. The stainless window effects haunted my soul and drew me further into the mysteries of Christ. My mind floated back to my Roman catholic confirmation and how mystical it felt to me. Mystical meant mystery to me and it was always the mystery of Christ I sought. Though raised Roman Catholic I found myself protestant in my teens and enjoyed a bit of both protestantism and catholicism. The prophetic came at 17 at the united pentecostal church I visited. Even though legalism reigned there was also flow of spirit and prophecy, which I drank up with a large thirst. 

To be Continued..

 

Into the desert with God

this is the place where all things 

be scorched 

and left to burn 

in sun trials of spirit

how vacant it seemed

as it streamed 

in and out of my consciousness

was I alive

it seemed the struggle 

uprooted all that was useless and dark

time was endless with the ancient of days

In these barren places

he may choose you to walk

and breathe life 

with a word

the days like fire prophesying

The days

like fires
prophesying
over scarred souls
that rise from the concrete city
like a mist
a vision
of people reaching out past
the remains of yesterday
somehow we
must rise from this place
of desolation
of want
the cities speak through
its peoples
as they press on
trying to rise admist
the burnt city ruins
the end days
flow on and empty one
till there is nothing left
and i am left alone
on the streets
trying to find a word
in the fire stillness
to awaken the disturbed

hearts of the city.

awol the dark places, prophecy poem

awol
the lost vacant places
the ruins of yesterday
hidden in graves made by man
i call to you
from depths never seen
i rush into you like a river
ressurected by winding flow
of spirit
why did you doubt
when the river changed course
you could not see its destination
yet i directed you
to flow here in seasons
to prophesy over great waters
i love this place where the waters
of man and God meet
here i speak a word
over the sleepy silken city
i speak to her
in the rumbling dark alleys to
the gold fragmented fields
awol the oppressors pleading
the dark swamps of stagnant thought
the lowlands of yesterdays mourn
for i will restore the times
pouring out my spirit
over cold nites of unbelief and ruin

prophetic poetry on nite edge

what seas have i yet to cross,
to prophesy your vision,
it is a color,
a word,
a feeling in the nite
a reflection in the nite,
the nite watches still
and reflective,
yet in our struggles
bitter like a wormworld peophesied
we hang our heads to cry.
yet stand and prophesy saith our God
over such ancient of nites,
prophesy over these days rise,
for though they be like a bitter ruin
i rebuild them,
the cities like
a flickering light
unaware of its demise,
yet i say rise
from these ancient ruins.
i give you vision
this nite,
rebuild,
restrengthen
, refurbish,
reestablish,
over this nite
ability
to withstand the wind swept
places unsettled and empty with want,
speak forth word
and nourish
this places

the lost seasof thought and lost reflections

I've been here before between dark and light, hoping and estranged. Where waves of high seas clash against the wall, its a haunting sound empty and full, in and out of my emotions, the waves of it all crashing against my aloneness over me and sweeping me out to sea...i am flowing he prophesies me to do it and i drift here and there untill I flow in spirit and truth..

I saw the Phantoms of yesterday...shadow memories calling forth to be redeemed from...
I want prophecy where things are released and people are freed...otherwise i just drift alone out there...meaningless..
oh im not on yesterdays reef waiting for tides..."My God wil move these deep waters for you the nite will open blue and clear with vision...I am relieved at your word vision , God, the tide strengthens you refreshing me and salty waters of my soul..there is no hiding you reveal my intermost parts.

What seas of longing brought me to the place where my soul divided by seas of tempest and longing, stand I looking out for my prophecy to come...my God had not forgotton my heart here..long had my soul searched and chased this place where the breaches haunted at me and forbid me to enter and feel its embrace..I realize i cannot touch it, i realize yet it calls to me somewhere, I admit the emotions to find her redeemtion and redeem. I am a stranger at my family door, only my longing answers back at me and the eyes of the sons and daughter, children of the lost and forgotton poor, search at me with their eyes for comfort or a word admidst the turmoil of the streets. It is a long answer one of a road traveled long, only the eyes of God ca judge the conditions. only my God could freely know and understand the ways of a man and how to turn the shift to a salvation.
Meanwhile the thunder roars outside and shakes me inside, jarring ancient memories of childhood ruins. They lay silent now they want to rest like the sea at nite and flow to another place. I want to blame at times for this longing, this breach only sea and city yet I stand alone with my own destiny waiting to be fulfilled. That ole demon rejection raises its head again and tries to drown me to dark seas that no vision here will live. I struggle from her grasp as she claws at my emotions and feelings trying to draw out my energy for her reserves, suddenly i push free from her grasp,,,I run as never did before, past all her ruins, past all the vacant places she tries to keep me, I am laughing,,,I have nothing left and my feet hit the cool sands near the water..I am laughing at the sound of the enemies accusations and haunts,,the wind encourages me on...I run to the sea ,,,that deep place where God and I rush at each other in the nite watches...It is incredible energy and emotions....I want to speak in this place somewhere a prophesy whispers to be formed and breathe his word to life..i am stunned Oh move these waters and open the nite to your spirit..My and I climb the cliff over the sea together...while climbing i run away laughing at the raped rocks of yesterdays...I have no time to notice them they are unimportant and bleached out by time and tide.
WE are looking out to places no man has seen and no woman dare walk upon..prophesy over this nite vision as my God roars at me from the sea questioning my desire and pity, beckoning me to climb higher than the thoughts of men...blue and painted vision of seas calls and the tide of his spirit strengthens me..no tongue can utter translate it......as we run laughing into the dark nite....................God and I. No Man can scoff me.

lost cities prophesying

I who searcheth the nite and rest the storm waves of the city.... when I call will anyone hear and if they hear will they harken to my voice My voice like the waters that flow into vein streets and nourish the dark alley wanderers where you stand, struggle and hunger I heal the street of your spirit deep in the city where you lay awake for I am wide awake with the sounds of your prayers like thunder across your pain yet i speaketh over your life this nite unto your watchmen earnest sight come prophesy with me and raise the deadness of the city where it sleeps...yet my words move the nite and yet more I desire to restore you still in this nite...... I who searcheth the nite and rest the storm waves of the city.... when I call will anyone hear and if they hear will they harken to my voice My voice like the waters that flow into vein streets and nourish the dark alley wanderers where you stand, struggle and hunger I heal the street of your spirit deep in the city where you lay awake for I am wide awake with the sounds of your prayers like thunder across your pain yet i speaketh over your life this nite unto your watchmen earnest sight come prophesy with me and raise the deadness of the city where it sleeps...yet my words move the nite and yet more I desire to restore you still in this nite...... poem prophesying