It is Thursday night, October 24th.
Megan is home listening to music in the dark, topping off her emotional tanks for tomorrow’s tour de force. She has been flawlessly efficient the last three times we have released an album and has no plans to wreck her reputation tomorrow.
At the morning meeting tomorrow, the edict will go out that she is untouchable until noon. No calls, no questions, no interruptions, no crises to solve, no demons, no AHS, no prayer requests allowed until noon. Buoyed by the prayer time, she will settle down for a calculated assault on her astoundingly long suffering keyboard.
By noon, the dozen or so things that need to be done will be done with panache and AHS Part 2 will be available to the world. Lunch celebration will include the team raiding my private reserve of ice cream and indulging their palates with some well earned delicacies.
Genevieve is spending the evening praying vast blessings on the download website and wishing a spirit of impatience on the entire Sapphire tribe resulting in the need for immediate delivery of the teaching so there can be an inordinate number of deliverances done by sundown the world over.
Doing shipping without a postage meter means schlepping a dozen bins down to the post office and standing in line for each one to be stamped there. The postal clerks do not enjoy that either.
She plans to reward herself for the hard day’s work by taking the album home and listening to it all by Saturday evening since she did not get to hear it being recorded.
Mateo, having failed to procure the new postage meter in time, has wisely fled to Texas for the weekend. While there, he will celebrate his 18th birthday with family, but he is quite conscious of being out of earshot of Genevieve tomorrow. He has probably figured out a way to block all text messages from her phone. His hope is that she will recover some level of ebullience by the time he slips quietly back into town.
His new found disdain for the abysmal customer service in the very limited postage meter industry is immense. His shock at the blatant lying and manipulation by salesmen is amusing. And his frustration over SALESMEN who stonewall customers, don’t return phone calls or e-mails and fail for days to close a deal is quite intense.
He has had his first exposure to the germ of cynicism that finds such fertile breeding grounds in the business world and politics (and medicine, and religion, and sports, and. . .) unless one guards his heart carefully.
He expected stonewalling with our old vendor as we sought unsuccessfully to get customer service for the broken meter. But to be standing there with his hand outstretched with money in it and have a SALESMAN treat him as a certified nuisance was quite the troubling experience for him.
He is now more patient with my relentlessly pushing our company to raise the bar on our customer service. It is so far short of what I want it to be, and he is beginning to appreciate the emotions of a frustrated customer!
Serina is, as usual, well out ahead of the curve. She has stacks of completed albums on the shelf in the shipping department, and a generous supply of printed CDs ready to be burned and assembled swiftly if there is a run on the new release.
So she will be ignoring the frenzied activity of the day while her head is immersed in her new graphic project which is very dear to her heart. After two projects that were primarily about her learning all of the mechanics of album making, she is now able to do a project that tugs on her heart immensely.
The calm, focused atmosphere in her office will be a remarkable contrast to the intensity of the rest of the office as Megan announces each step as it is ticked off.
Mary Jo is going to be experiencing her first product launch from the sidelines. Her primary focus will be to get the skin project up to speed. She is running point on this one. We had some logistical challenges that just got resolved on Wednesday. After whipping that project into shape, she will continue her research on the heart.
I, meanwhile, am enjoying a Boeing 777-300, as I fly Eastbound. I had read about the new bird and finally am on one. It is a nice upgrade from the previous 777 which is still one fine aircraft.
There is quite a back story here.
Cotijuba is not a household name for most. It is an island in the southern leg of the mouth of the Amazon River. I lived there from age seven to nine. In those two years we experienced the death spirit visiting our family in so many different ways. While the Amazon jungle is not user friendly to the careless on any day, there was clearly a spiritual dimension to the quantity and nature of the assaults against our family.
I have lost count of the number of times a ministry session for either deliverance or inner healing ended up finding the root in something that occurred during those two years on Cotijuba Island.
It was quite a paradox for me. Before I discovered demons, curses and such like, I would have rated Cotijuba as one of the most fun seasons of my childhood. There are, in fact, many, many special memories from that time.
But there was a sinister component to that time as well and I paid a high price for those two years.
In the end, the greatest casualty was the Exhorter portion of my spirit which got pretty savagely trashed. In retrospect we realized that Cotijuba was an Exhorter island and the damage done to our horizontal and vertical relationships there was immense.
I have trudged through a lot of healing and deliverance and rejoiced that those two years did not have to be definitively formative for the rest of my life.
Meanwhile, The God of Vengeance has been keeping score and working on His revenge strategy, positioning key players along the way.
One major play God ran was to take me to the Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. It is an Exhorter city, in an Exhorter nation. The instructions were for me to drop by Malaysia while I was in the orient on other business, since God had a gift for me there.
I am always up for a treasure hunt and this one was a dandy.
The gift turned out to be the concept of tracking the human spirit in the brain through the use of EEGs. That concept has continued to unfold in the years since then and will impact a multitude of people’s lives for decades to come, bringing life and liberty where it was lacking.
The Exhorter gift’s finest hour is to reveal some new facet of the nature of God that catalytically unlocks the knowledge we already have. The Exhorter land in Malaysia certainly did that for me.
Now God is poised to do it again. I am on my way to an extraordinary Exhorter city, in a Servant nation. This city is usually considered one of the top ten best cities of the world to live in.
I have no contacts there. I have no idea what gift God has for me. I don’t know where I will find it. Or how.
It is a treasure hunt.
And I am up for it.
My spirit obviously knows some stuff my soul doesn’t, because there has been a remarkable level of excitement over this trip from the time God had me buy the ticket.
Who knows what God will do to the Exhorter portion of my spirit while there? Who knows what new perspective of the nature of God will dramatically shift my world view and open up vistas I had never even considered before?
So while the rest of you are eagerly indulging in “old manna” — stuff recorded over two weeks ago, obviously already dated before we even released it — this old trail blazer will be engaging in third level synchronization on Exhorter land, looking eagerly for tomorrow’s revelation, while God evens a score with His ancient enemy.
After all, if He liked the Exhorter gift well enough to give it to His Son, you could certainly expect Him to be in high dudgeon over the enemy using that gift to steal, kill and destroy.
Copyright October 2013 by Arthur Burk
Airborne over Kansas, headed toward healing and hope