Sally #7: A New Heart

I checked with Sally this morning.  She reported the most savage demonic attack over the weekend she had ever experienced.

This is new ground for me.  Over the years I have walked with a number of people who have a variety of soul and spirit assaults, but never someone where the demonic was so consistently pounding on her body.

Clearly there are some gaping holes in my theology and practice.

On the bright side, today was a wonderful day for her, which suggests that the critters feel it would be propitious to stay out of the way when I am on the playing field.  Some small victory anyway.

In that context, she went to the doctor and got the results of her blood tests.  Because of physical issues going back to her childhood, her body has been a wreck for a long time.  Doctors told her that she might not live past 20 and she should engage in no physical activity because she had the bones of a 90 year old, due to calcium and phosphorous issues in her body.

Over the years, she has declined to live as fragile and she is well past 20 years old, but every blood test shows those two factors as critically low.

Today, the blood tests show both of those in the normal range.

Astounding and not the result of any change in the natural.

Which, of course, sets my mind racing, wondering what the connection might be between the Giver and those two minerals!  And it underscores how little we know about the spirit/body dynamics.

What if we had an entire protocol that could trace back every malabsorption problem back to a particular dynamic in the human spirit?

But I digress.

Servant is safe in her hiding place, still strong and clear, having been spared the pain of the weekend.  That is surprising and wonderful.

Prophet is still comatose in the brain.  I am getting restless about leaving him that way.

I pinged Giver who we had left on an eagle’s eyrie.  No answer.

I have learned that even when a portion of the spirit cannot “speak” they can communicate through feeling if I give them a simple question.

So I said, “Giver, I suspect you can hear my voice.  Would you please let Sally know if you are guarded?”

A weak affirmative feeling.

I did a little teaching here while Giver could listen.  I pointed out that the Mosaic Law had a minimum number of sacrifices.  Ideally each sin.  At the least, three times a year in Jerusalem.  But barest of bare minimums was to kind of sort of participate in the national Day of Atonement prayer.

However you want to slice and dice the minimum, there is no maximum.  Imagine a guy with sex bondage that he just could not get over, no matter how he tried, showing up at the Temple to be greeted by a sign that says, “Only ten sacrifices for adultery allowed in a lifetime.  After that, you are just damned!”

This is utterly contrary to the whole of our theology of redemption.

So I invoked the unlimited cleansing factor of the Cross of Jesus Christ, and asked for whatever sin, rebellion or iniquity the demons used to capture Giver, to be expunged.

Immediately, Sally could see Giver in a room, filled with yellow light.

So far, so good.

We asked God where Giver needed to be when she was removed from the room.  Back to the eyrie?

Sally felt God said, “The heart.”

Giver cringed because there were waves of ugly color pulsing through the heart.

Sally had listened to “The New Spiritual Authority:  Intimacy” some years back.  I reviewed belongingness, worth and competence for her.

Belongingness comes when your needs are met consistently.

Worth comes when you are included in community.

Competence is self-explanatory.

All three were savaged in childhood, beginning with her mother pounding on her womb to try to cause a miscarriage and extending to all sorts of spiritual, emotional and physical abuse in childhood.

I explained how the three components of our tripod of identity parallel the Father, Son and Spirit and they parallel the first three chambers of the heart.

Giver could see that there is plenty of reason for the heart to be inhospitable, considering the perversion of the work of the Trinity.

I pondered what to do, and where to go.  I heard nothing from the Spirit, so decided to just “go long.”

I proclaimed the perfection of the Trinity in all manifestations and asked God to simply cleanse all of the tissue of the heart of all the defiled events and memories.

There was drama for a bit and Sally felt quite sick.

Eventually it settled and she said she could see the heart outside her body, filled with light.

So . . . what do you do with a heart outside the body?

She informed me that was really weird.  I already knew that.

And I had no grid or framework for it, so I decided to shrug and wait and watch.

My experience has been that it is pretty hard for the enemy to maintain a deception or fraud long-term, so if this is not God, there will be markers soon.

I queried Giver about moving into the new and improved heart, outside the body, and she was up for it.

Asked God if that is what He wanted, and instead, He put her in a bubble outside the body, feeling quite safe.

Go figure.

Now we have the heart and Giver outside the body.

On the one hand, it makes sense, in that the body is the object of a whole lot of abuse from the enemy.  On the other hand, it is just weird.  I have no idea how God is going to process this long-term.

Fortunately, we do weird well here at Sapphire.

We parked it there, knowing that dramatic visual images during ministry times are encouraging, but the real marker is measureable, verifiable, sustained change.  Not sure what to look for, but I am sure there will be a report of some sort.

Copyright July 2018 by Arthur Burk

 

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Goodbye #9: Closure without Resolution

I had postponed the trip to Oxnard and Ventura because of the pain from that season.  I figured it was going to be a knuckle-buster of a goodbye.   In addition to the high pain level of that chapter, back then I had not even a clue about inner healing.  I just applied the “geographic cure” and ran away every time I made a mess bigger than I could tolerate.

And THAT is how we ended up in Oxnard.  My life had unraveled badly in Orange County, so I took my wife and young son and fled to the coast.  At that time, I was still DID, had all 14 of the seven curses, and had a whole herd of Leviathans that traveled with me, all the time, at no extra charge.

Also a formidable case of brain rot!

I came into the SLG office Sunday morning and did a small bit of work on a project that was behind, then settled into the drive NW.  I opted to go via Highway 1, thinking that beach traffic on Sunday morning would be light enough to keep moving.  I was wrong.  Cars were sparse, but bikes — adorned with ginormous egos wrapped in brightly colored spandex — were swarming.

The attractively funky architecture in Santa Monica amused me again, as it always has.  And I smiled unexpectedly while driving past Pepperdine.  They have an elegant campus with acres of fiercely protected, carefully manicured lawn, which is pockmarked by gopher piles!

Put gophers in that list of things beginning with the common cold, that science and wealth have not quite subdued.

I love the feel of the land and the visual structures around Point Mugu.  I have often wondered about the NAS there.  I’ll bet they draw some treasures from the land, without knowing about the redemptive gifts.

I shouted over the Seabees’ motto, long forgotten, painted across the front of their highest building in Port Hueneme:  “Can do.”

Simple.  Elegant.  Comprehensive.

It was good to be away from the coastal rock formations and see the acres of greenhouses Oxnard is famous for.

I stayed on Highway 1 as I crossed over the 101.  It was a pleasant drive through Old Town Saticoy.  I did a lot of room additions in all of Ventura County, including that area and Santa Paula.

Eventually I turned left on 118 and then left again on Telegraph Road, heading toward Ventura through the massive lemon orchards, crowding the road.  Two years ago, it was a $266 million crop for the county.

Ventura was almost unrecognizable to me after 35 years.  There was such an abundance of new buildings with a different look and feel.  I opted for Thompson Blvd when I ran out of road on Telegraph, and eventually pulled over at Plaza Park.

It was a cross section of society:  signs abounded forbidding smoking.  Homeless people visited on the NW corner while young moms and dads swung their tots in the playground.  The older youngsters clambered around a piece of artillery that seemed ludicrously out of place, next to the nanny-state “No smoking” signs.

I settled onto the park bench, far from the social groups, and allowed my mind to roam through the two short years we were there.

I was shocked as I took inventory of how bad it really was.  I came there with over-the-top pain, and the pounding was unrelenting.

-The doctor who delivered Desiree and botched it so badly.

-Both my bosses.

-The church.

-The landlords.

-The credit union.

-The babysitters.

I have language for some things now.  My first boss had a horrific case of the negative sixth head of Leviathan, as did I.  The two of us were an awful combination.

The flu through the whole family at Christmas.  Midianite Curse.

The landlord who lost in court and still won.  Aramean Curse.

When you are in such high pain all the time, all over, individual pains fail to define themselves.  Looking back from a little wider spot in the road, I hurt all over for our family that was hurting all over in that season.

After wobbling under the weight of that for a while, Jesus began to put small frames around different snapshots.

In the room addition company, everything took too long.  The 90 day job didn’t get finished for 150 days, if then.  I saw the exponential impact of Leviathan in turning a simple job into a trudge through gumbo.

Jesus calmly observed that it was quite remarkable that my boss could keep the company afloat when labor costs averaged 400% of what was normal and budgeted.

Good point.

Desiree could have died in childbirth.  The doctors told us she might be somewhat retarded.  In later years we joked about how glad we were that she had been retarded because none of us could have stood it if she was any smarter than she is now.

Jesus also pointed out that Ann eventually recovered completely from the malpractice.

Painful, unjust, demonically manipulated, but not devastating in the long run.

And from there a picture emerged of His being there, in all the craziness, with all my brokenness and critters, tempering each situation, and protecting me from myself (no small feat) and from the critters inside and outside me.

I started a church while I was there.  I went to the denominational authorities first and got their blessing, with the assurance they had nothing at all going on in that region, nor any plans.

In a twist of classic church politics, a week after the church officially began meeting, I was informed that a highly qualified pastor was going to be sent to take over the church — that would continue meeting in my living room.

Jesus observed in a very kind way, that based on the qualifications of an elder, on a scale of 1 to 10, I was at about -17 right then.

I knew it was true.

Clearly He had saved me from who knows what kind of travesty, by allowing me to go through the smaller pain of having someone else take my “baby” away from me.  I definitely had no grasp of stewarding the King’s subjects back then.

It was a profoundly therapeutic time in the park.  Jesus did not deny the pain or the injustice or the irrationality of anything I was remembering.  He just reframed each one, showing how He buffered me, kept me afloat, taught me some things, in spite of myself.

I left there dramatically transformed, but puzzling over the question of “Why Oxnard and Ventura?”  I am sure He brought us there for some positive reasons.  I was running, and there were a lot of places to run to.  I was sure I had received something there that was a huge, a significant gift, given to me right under the nose of the devil who was trashing me.

I left the park and drove into Old Town Ventura, marveling at how few landmarks were still there.  I flirted with taking a swing through Ojai and decided not to.

South to Oxnard, puzzling on the question:  what was the treasure?

I made my way to Ketch Ave. and walked up and down the street where we lived for a while.  None of the bad memories followed me, just the question.

Hoping for inspiration, I wandered over to the Marina, parked and walked.  There was an absolute dearth of seats, obviously intentionally.  Instead, I cruised by the ocean front houses, where I had logged a LOT of hours, still gnawing.

Then lunch.  The Santa Barbara Cobb salad was delicious, but rendered no inspiration.

I realized that I would just have to trust God on this one.  He had vastly increased my trust in Him as we looked at the pain together.  I could now look at all the dark stuff through the clarity of sight.  I would embrace the unnamed gift, through the eyes of faith.

I had remarkable closure by the time I dumped my trash at The Habit.

I wandered home a different way, more savoring than pondering, as I slogged through the traffic on 101, 405, 105, 605, 91, exiting at Magnolia.

It was a remarkable piece of healing from a chapter of my life that had mocked me and dared me to try to get closure, assuring me I would be best off letting bygones be bygones.

Good advice.

Unless you serve the Lord of Reconciliation.

Copyright July 2018 by Arthur Burk

 

 

 

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Goodbye #8: Surprised by Emotions

Again!

Today, David and Reuben showed up at 9:00 to dismantle the video studio.  We have never worked together before, so I started out at a very slow pace, showing how I wanted them to protect the desk spaces.

Protecting the Desks

Once the plastic was in place, we started at the far back corner with the lights, piping and the ceiling tiles that needed to be replaced. They proved to be adept with tools, a good team, and quick learners, so I was able to leave them alone.

Lights, Bars and Ceiling

I checked back periodically to see how they were doing, but never had to correct them on anything.

And the ultimate test was meticulous clean up.

Meanwhile, I was in the library, slamming books into boxes.  I managed to finish packing the whole thing by the time they were done.  They moved the shelves into my office which is the staging area for the big truck loading day.

I had them move some more materials from the warehouse into Megan’s staging area, since we are getting ready to sell the racks.

As they left and I wandered around taking final shots, I realized three distinct emotions.

-I was really pleased with packing up the library.  I have spent an immense number of hours there, studying, writing, doing personal ministry and just chilling out.  Superb memories.  And now, my books are packed which means they are going to the new place.

As long as my books are with me, I can be emotionally stable anywhere.  As lame as that is, they have been my primary healthy and unhealthy place of solace from the time I was a reader.

Books are my go to comfort food, security blanket, safe place, and if they are going, I am fine.

-I was glad to see the video studio coming down.  We will probably do another video or two there, before I am gone, gone, because the warring for your birthright series is still churning, but it will be without the lights and a lot of the ambience.

As I looked at my joy over being one step closer to being gone from there, what bubbled up was the thought that the video studio had never been mine.

And that comment is going to cost me a few lively lunches with Miss Megan poking, prodding and prognosticating on the topic of the next video studio.

She doesn’t particularly like it when I am not at home in my home, after she has tried hard to make a home for me.

-Most of all, I was glad that Victory Outreach’s van was not available today.  David and Reuben came in their car and could not take my beloved couch away, as scheduled.

My couch is quite worn out and would cause my chiropractor to say some unkind things, but it sure has a lot of memories.  I don’t have room for it in my office, really, but it will be here for a little longer.

Meanwhile, the warehouse is looking more and more bare, which is a good thing.

One step closer to South Carolina.

Copyright July 2018 by Arthur Burk

 

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Sally #6: Red and Black Light

Sally had a wild week with ups and downs.  First job was to restore her perspective.

I pointed out to her that in this season of recovery, the attacks continue to be harsh and frequent.  We measure three things.

-Are the low points less deep than before and are the good times higher than before?

-Is the lull between attacks longer, and the duration of the attacks shorter?

-Do the critters back off as an appointment with me gets closer?

The answer was yes to all three.

Specifically, the highs are much higher.  She had six hours of trouble free time, one day, when she was actually able to be life giving in community which was a big, big deal for her.  She is so utterly sick and tired of being powerless and needy.

For most, having only six hours of sanity in a week would sound horrible, but I assure you, it was a triumph of epic proportions for her.  Her life is pretty ugly.

Clearly we are making progress, even though the assaults are still brutal and demoralizing.  So we continued on task, working with the spirit, and not being lured off to the side, fighting the fires.

So, when the triage was over, I bypassed any first aid for the brutality of the last week and asked about Servant. There was no one visible, and no response when I spoke in her direction.

I floated three options to Sally:

-Servant was hidden away, by her choice, for safety.

-Servant left voluntarily because the battle was too intense.

-Servant had been kidnapped.

Sally indignantly said it was 1 or 3.  I felt it was #1.

So I spoke in the direction of Servant, commended her for hiding well, admitted that the battle had been fierce, and said she was wise for taking cover.

Sally reported that Servant heard me.

With that confirmation, I proceeded and spoke to the issues of guilt, shame and feelings of abandonment.  Knowing the devil as I do, I was sure she felt guilty over not being able to fight back, shame over hiding and most likely had a fear of abandonment over the fact that I had not immediately scheduled a call with her when Sally wrote about the tough week.

Sally confirmed that all of the above had been pounded on relentlessly.

I clarified the rules of engagement with Servant/Sally.

-I have not promised to walk with her to the end of life.

-I have not promised to walk with her until she is in a safe place and healed.

-I most certainly cannot be there for her every time she is in crisis.

-BUT, I will NOT vanish.  When I need to stop walking with her, I will tell her clearly and unambiguously.

-When I need to stop walking with her, I will do it gently, without rage and blame.

That discussion landed deeply with Servant and Sally.  Sally said that the abandonment message this week has been blasted at her in every imaginable way.

I reiterated that I am not going to be dependable in any way, in terms of regular schedule or crisis intervention.  She will always have to synchronize to me and fit into the occasional empty corners of my schedule.   But I won’t vanish silently, and I won’t leave with rage and blame.

By the time that conversation had been massaged a few times, Sally could see Servant’s hiding place.  That is common.  I don’t know how the spirit portions can make themselves visible or invisible, but they do and the fact that Servant trusted me and Sally to become visible in her hiding place was a big deal.

I told Servant to stay put and keep safe.

I checked on Prophet and he was visible in the brain, lying comatose on the floor.

I stayed silent for a bit trying to decide where to go.

Holy Spirit said, “Giver.”

I thought I had seen a flicker of Giver in a comment previously made, so I floated a greeting in that direction.

Sally replied that she saw Giver in a small closed room with a red light.

I cringed.

I very cautiously floated the idea that in some cultures a red light signifies prostitution.

After some exploration, we ended up with a picture of a Giver ancestor involved in prostitution which included meals.  There are some digestive issues with Sally and the reactivity now, in the midst of this conversation, was in the belly, not the pelvis.  She remembered that her much hated nanny would curse her as a four year old stating that she would end up being a prostitute.  Lots of other information surfaced of the generational nature of this.

By now Giver was alert and engaged and tracking – from the red and black closed room with red light.

I explained the time line of the death of Christ.  It happened before her forefather’s sins.  Sally is now downstream from her forefather’s sins.  She has the right to go back and cleanse the past, because Jesus died and rose, etc.

I also illustrated it with the Centurion at the cross.  Jesus wanted him in the Kingdom, so He cleared the record with God the Father BEFORE the Centurion was aware there was a record to be cleared.

I prayed confession and repentance prayers.  The room got larger and the light turned yellow.  There was still no door.

I asked Jesus to make a door and to relocate her to a place where she could be safe and be healed.  She was almost instantly on an eagle’s eyrie and she was thrilled.

We spent some time working on the predictable lies the enemy would bring against her, then called it a wrap for the day.

Lots more to do, but there are fewer hooks now than yesterday, we have one more portion of the spirit freed from captivity, and Sally has some truths she has written down and will carry with her everywhere to fight back against the relentless nagging of the enemy.

It will be a long ugly road out of here, but there is a road.

Copyright July 2018 by Arthur Burk

 

 

 

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Goodbye #7: The Last Ticket

August and September are going to be complicated.

We ship Ann’s car to South Carolina so it will be waiting for her there.

I go to South Carolina to find an apartment and some office space.  I set up a skinny version of our apartment.

I come back to get Ann to bring her to Spartanburg.  After I get her set up, I return to CA.

Megan goes to Spartanburg to find a place to rent while I finish packing up the apartment and office and load the truck.

I leave headed East while she is flying back West.

She waves as we cross paths, but I ignore her while I chase the white line.

She runs the skeletal office in CA while I set up the new office in South Carolina.

Megan’s parents move her to SC.  She gets to turn out the lights in the CA property.

We reconnect in the SC office.

This has been laid out in principle for a few weeks, with dates.  Various people have poked and prodded and decided the dates and sequence are good.

Translation:  I have a lot of tickets to buy.  Some with cash.  Some with miles.  And all with special gimmicks and considerations.

I knew that and I did nothing.

God has a special angel who hacks the AA website for me.  When the angel is in position, I get an Elbow and jump on AA.com and find the most amazing deals.

Today was no exception.

Any of you ever tried to redeem frequent flyer miles?  You want to go from LAX to Denver for 25,000 miles.

Dreamer.

It will take three days, you are routed through Istanbul, and it costs $575 in addition to 75,000 miles.

Standard dynamics for anyone who thinks the miles are actually useful.

Except for me – the guy who is best buds with a heavenly hacker who can’t be traced.

You will love this one.

I bought a one way ticket for my wife.  Of course.

Then I had to buy a separate round trip ticket from Spartanburg, to CA and back.  Obviously going back, I wanted to be on the same flight as my wife.  Not an unreasonable request.

I punched in the specs.  The available flights came up and that flight was not on there.  I knew my bud was in the game, so I poked around.  AA has four tiers of redemption miles.  Regular coach if you buy months and months ahead of time, last minute coach, regular business, last minute business.  Each tier is, of course, more expensive than the last.

I started on last minute coach.  That flight was not listed.

I went up to regular business class.  No go.

Last minute business class.  No go.

Got an elbow.

Went to regular coach:  12,500 miles + $6.15.  My wife’s flight was there.  I booked.  And grinned.

Love my bud.  As angels go, he is a whiz.

When I was done buying all those tickets, I realized I had probably just purchased my last ticket out of SNA.

And THAT hit me.

I have been living in the present and the past, along with a leap into the SC future.  I have sort of been dancing around LEAVING Southern California where I have lived for almost half a century.

That last ticket into my nifty little airport stirred a pot of emotions.

Hmm . . .

Then I went back to reread what I wrote and I noticed a Freudian slip.  Did you catch it?

“I come back to get Ann to bring her to Spartanburg.”

Bring her!

Not take.

Clearly the Prophet has already moved to South Carolina and all perspective is from there.  This body sitting at a desk in CA is strictly an illusion!

Copyright July 2018 by Arthur Burk

 

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Julie #2: Luciferian Shell

I checked in with Julie this morning and the three rescued ones were still in rough shape in spite of the nurture from Original Self.  I pondered and felt I should intervene.

Since they came from the Egyptian sector, which is the perversion of the Holy Spirit, I asked the Spirit to come and blow through them, purging them from the emotions of pain, sadness, powerlessness, abandonment, etc.

Nothing happened.

I wondered if the dark side had made a clone of them and were still controlling the little ones from the Underground.  We see this from time to time.  Think of the Tribulation.  The Antichrist and the False Prophet will create an “image” of the Antichrist — which we would call a robot.  The second beast was given power to “give breath” to the robot so that “the image could speak” — which we call artificial intelligence.

We find these synthetic beings from time to time controlling a whole person, or their soul or a part from a distance.

I asked Jesus to go to the Underground on a search-and-destroy mission to eliminate any long distance control through robots or synthetics or clones or whatever you want to call them.

Nothing happened.

When I have two misfires, I back up and check my presuppositions.  I asked the human spirit to assess the three newbies carefully to determine whether they ARE human essence, and whether the essence was Julie’s.  I have found everyone’s spirit to be 100% accurate in determining what is essence and what is a scam of some sort.

Exhorter reported with great confidence, yes and yes.

I remembered that the Holy Spirit told both Julie and me that there were three, not one hostage.  AND the Egyptian Underground obeyed me.

So based on those three evidences, I decided we were on solid ground and moved ahead with trying to cleanse the newbies.

I sat in silence trying to figure out where to go.

There was a sense yesterday that the first hostage might be some facet of the Exhorter portion of Julie’s spirit.  Based on that, I wondered if there was something in Exhorter that was holding back the progress with the three.

I asked Servant to examine Exhorter’s back for any anomalies.  She immediately replied that he had a knob on each shoulder blade.

I asked the Holy Spirit to remove them.

No movement.

Pondered.

The Spirit took me to circumcision and the fact that the Hebrews came out of Egypt while they were uncircumcised, were blessed in the desert in that condition, were able to win victories in that condition, but when they crossed the Jordan, they had to be circumcised.

God’s covenant with Abraham was unconditional.  Therefore, even though the Hebrews of Moses’ generation were far from people of faith and integrity, they were brought out of Egypt via Abraham’s covenant.

BUT to possess their birthright, THEY had to be in covenant with God!

There is clearly some immense righteous spiritual heritage in Julie’s family line.  Equally clearly, the recent generations, including Julie, were not in covenant with God.  He came to her and sought her out, based on some ancient covenant that was still in force.

We circled around that for a while and what emerged was that Exhorter is on a very short leash.  He has been exploring where He is called to walk in dominion, and every time he can envision something, there is an immediate inner “No, you can’t accomplish that.”

That resonated with me loudly, since Julie has been a taker for a long time, and has said “No” repeatedly to the vast majority of ideas I have floated for how she could walk out her design.

What surfaced as an illustration when Exhorter was explaining this, was the idea of learning to play a musical instrument. He had the desire, and instantly the inner boo bird assured him he could never master an instrument.

That comment seemed hugely alive. I drilled down.  “Where would you play, and why?”

Clearly he is called to play and sing the song of heaven as an act of warfare against the spiritual forces in high places.  The playing and singing would be done outside, in creation (here we are with that third member of the Trinity theme again) in order to break something in the heavenlies.

So Exhorter is a breaker, not primarily a builder.  He breaks with the songs of heaven.

This is consistent with the history of her life.  She was raised in a songless world.  When she made a strong effort in her teen years to move toward music, in spite of uniform and violent family opposition, the devil smacked her so hard it took her out of the game for ten years.

Suddenly there was a cascade of understanding as the principles clicked into place.

-The Luciferian critters build a sound proof shell so they and their unwitting host cannot hear the truth.  It takes a song from heaven to shatter that shell.  That will be the purpose of the 144,000 singing over Jerusalem and the world.  Immediately after that, the whole world will be evangelized in a single day, because the shell has been removed (Rev. 14:6).

-Lucifer is the fallen expression of the Exhorter gift.

-The heart is the Exhorter organ.

-The Luciferian shell is often behind the heart or around the heart.

-When Jesus does the circumcision, it is ON THE HEART!  Col. 2:11; Rom 2:29; Deut. 10:16; Jer. 4:4.

So, my model was that there was a generational anointing to use song as a weapon against the enemy.  Some forefather sold that birthright for a mess of pottage.  Now, Julie’s Exhorter is in line to redeem it and use it, but the covenant needs to be dealt with.

The Holy Spirit nudged me that the knob on the right shoulder blade (dominion side of the body) had to do with the covenant.  The knob on the other side (intimacy) was from a bastard in the family line, and under the Mosaic Law, illegitimate males were not allowed in the Temple for ten generations.

We went to court before the Righteous Judge of the Universe, confessed the sins, rebellion and iniquity and asked for the knobs to be removed.

Servant reported two angels working diligently for quite a while to detach them without doing damage.  Exhorter was left with two deep wounds in his shoulder blades, but the knobs were out.

Sat and listened for a while.

Didn’t feel release to stop, although it had obviously been a momentous occasion.

Went back to the three who were with Original Self and asked the Holy Spirit to come blow on them for cleansing.

Nothing.

There are MANY cleansing tools and they seem to be aligned with the design of the ones needing cleansing.

Based on Exhorter’s design, I asked the Lord Jesus if it would be permissible to have one or more of the Morning Stars come sing over them.

Instant response.

They sang.

Exhorter wept.

The wounds in Exhorter’s back healed.

The pallor of death left the three and color began to come into their faces.  The spirit of sadness over the whole faded.

There was a definite shift indicating that the Morning Stars had moved into a different song.  Felt like the first one was “below zero” breaking and cleansing, and the second verse was “above zero” filling and sanctifying.

Then Julie said that she has always had a craving for bird song, especially in the morning.  She is already grieving the fact that in a few weeks, the birds will start to go silent.

I suggested she get up early tomorrow, go to the forest and sit and soak in the birdsong for an hour, and record it.

Will be very interesting to see where this goes.

Not that today was drab or boring!

Copyright July 2018 by Arthur Burk

P.S.  Just got an IM that she could not wait for morning, but is off to the forest right now!

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Julie #1: Learning Diagnostics

Julie came to me years ago with a basic deliverance problem.  I worked with her a few times in person and then over the phone.  It was aggravating that she would often have to interrupt our sessions because she needed to use the bathroom.

At the time, she had a wide array of physical and spiritual issues, so I just shrugged it off as something that would sort itself out over time.

It apparently didn’t.  She pinged me recently because just about everything else in her life has come into alignment, including a lot of physical things, but she was still having to pee a LOT, and the timing was suspicious on many, many occasions.

I am not a doctor, but I floated a handful of possible biological causes.  One was enough of a possibility I suggested she get a medical professional to check it out.

Then I went to work trying to find the beginning of the problem, because that is a very useful tool for understanding the hidden dynamics.

I checked childhood.  Did she get in trouble at school for not being able to wait until recess to go to the bathroom?

Nope.

Checked on a hospitalization, since AHS are always a risk factor there.

Nope.

Missions trip.

Nope.

A particular crisis with a very close friend.  I didn’t know what effect that could possibly have on her bladder, but it was such a defining point in her life, I thought it was worth a look.

Nope.

Finally we nailed the onset to a particular period of time, related to a job she had.  We now knew the time of the onset.  The real question was, the cause.  I scrolled through awkward people situations at that job that I knew about.  Nothing.

We looked at building dynamics and found some possibilities, but nothing convincing.

So at that point, I had pretty much exhausted what her soul could tell us and I had to segue to a blend of human spirit, Holy Spirit and principle.   I know that often the spirit cannot fill in a blank piece of paper, but if I float some straw men, it will usually be able to recognize the issue, or at least move us a step in the right direction.

Now, a side note here.  I am passionate about design and the enemy is too.  He will save his most nefarious attacks for our core strengths.

I look first and foremost at a person’s connection with the Trinity.  Those who are called to flow in the dynamics of God the Father, have a call to community in some form or another.  Those who are called to flow in the dynamics of Jesus Christ will be focused on restoring dominion in some place or another.  And those who are called to flow in the dynamics of the Holy Spirit will be called to engage with the life of God in nature.

Broadly speaking that last category is a huge problem in the church.  If you are doing healing miracles, or signs and wonders, then the Holy Spirit component is legitimized.  However, there is so much more to this field than just healings.

I knew Julie was emerging into her calling to engage with creation at this time although she did not know it. We saw that in retrospect some time ago, when she described that season of her life.  She was just following her spirit back then, but one particular Christian at the place where she worked was notably unsupportive of this emerging facet of Julie’s life.

So that is data I already had from having listened to bits of her journey over the years. Then there was a grid of principles that I also drew from.  The perversion of God the Father’s work is the Edomite Heresy, the perversion of Jesus’ work is the Babylonian Heresy, and the perversion of the Holy Spirit’s work is the Egyptian Heresy.

Since I knew she was called to express the Holy Spirit’s work somewhere in relationship to creation, I had every reason to believe I would trip across the Egyptian Heresy and more particularly the Egyptian Underground at some point in time in ministry to her.

With that in mind, I decided to float some possibilities for her spirit to ping.  Two were things I didn’t think were the case, one was a live option and the last was a long shot.  The Holy Spirit was quite silent today, so I was having to listen to my spirit and do some guessing.

I ended up floating four possibilities.  I can’t remember what my red herrings were, but she immediately teared up with an unexpected surge of strong emotion when I asked if the Egyptian Underground was holding some part of her essence hostage or had a structure they were manipulating.

Clearly it was a hostage situation.

Nothing new here.  We have seen it from time to time over the years, in people who have a call to creation.  Our usual protocol is to ask Jesus to go into the underground and bring out the hostages.

I did.

He didn’t.

Back in my Calvinist days, when Jesus didn’t partner with me in deliverance, I would immediately go on a hunt for sin in my life.  Now, I approach it in quite the opposite manner.  If God declines to show up for any rumble, it is usually because He has a higher opinion of me than I do of myself.  Meaning, He knows I can handle it on my own.

So, I took a deep breath, spoke in the direction of the Egyptian Underground and told them it was game over.  They needed to give up their hostage.

At the same time, Julie and I both heard from the Spirit that there were actually three hostages.  Inside information is always appreciated.

Not only that, but I had a bigger card to play.  I told the overlords of the Underground that the Holy Spirit had told me there were three, therefore there was nothing they could do to convince me this wasn’t going to happen.  It was definitely Julie’s day for freedom as determined by The Almighty, so they should hand them over quickly, without violence.

There was the usual trash talk, but after a couple of minutes, the hostages were released and were delivered to Original Self.  They were in pretty rough shape, but will be nurtured tenderly for a few days until we engage in some dialog.

We are wondering who they are.  It seems as though there are two and one, with different natures.  It would be easy to just say “They are parts” but our sense is that there is something more here.

We will feel our way along as they recover and become communicative.

Meanwhile, Julie is trying to recreate the trail from peeing too much to the Egyptian Underground.

How EXACTLY did we get THERE from HERE?

Copyright July 2018 by Arthur Burk

 

 

 

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Sally #5: Sally’s Back

When the Spirit told me to have Sally’s spine tuned up to the original frequencies, I simply obeyed without knowing the implications.

I have a pretty simple worldview at times.  If God likes something a particular way, I like it that way too.

So I asked.  He did.  And the buzz didn’t last long.

Today I received an interesting email from Sally saying that she has historically had a weak back.  She slouches.  Has difficulty walking upright.

There is no medically visible impediment.  She is just accused of having bad posture.

Today, the day after the prayer time, she went for a walk in her city, as she often does, and noticed to her surprise that without any effort she was standing tall and walking upright, easily.

Go figure.  So THAT is what the tuning fork was about.

Copyright July 2018 by Arthur Burk

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