Day 3 / Purity

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This story reminds me of my childhood. I grew up with the original half hour Batman and Robin series. I can remember how every other show left them in some dire situation of which there was little hope of survival. I remember running in from the school bus the next day. I lived way out in the country and we barely got home in time to catch the show. I was so anxious to see what was going to happen? Were they going to survive? Was there any doubt?

You always new the first episode of a pair was going to leave you hanging, and I actually dreaded that. When the thirty minutes was running out and the show about to end, and it would be 24 hours before you could see the conclusion, that was awful! And if it hit on a Friday, that was the worst! Three days of waiting! Three days of wondering how Batman or Robin was going to escape being sawn in two!

As I hung there on White Butte, I did not think of Batman. I also was doing some pretty serious praying. My prayers had already begun! This was not a silly Batman show. This was real! People are badly hurt and even killed by falls in the Badlands while climbing on this strange dirt that suddenly crumbles away. This butte was made of the same kind of material.

Twenty years ago I had actually been in the Badlands and barely escaped a climb at that time too. A car of local people actually saw me climbing and stopped to warn my wife of the dangers. It was too late at that point, I was already way up there. And now, here I was again. These cliffs are so deceptive. They start out climbing pretty safe and easy. But somehow, before you know it, you’re way up there and can’t find your footholds to come down! You either press on to the top, or start an out of control slide downward!

I was seriously worried, but I knew God had led me here and believed it was all for a purpose. My thumb had a pretty good slice in it, blood was freely flowing and spilling onto White Butte. At least I knew the sword was sharp. Pressing the thumb against my other fingers had failed to stop the flow. I remembered my bandana in my rear pocket and managed to pull it out and wrap around my thumb. That would be good enough for now.

On my back was a small book bag type backpack. That was actually what held the Samurai sword in place, but in the bag was also a Colt knife with an eight inch Damascas blade. I needed that knife! If only I could get to it. With my new handhold I now had the chance to try. It wasn’t easy, but with patience I eventually got it out. Why hadn’t I strapped it on my belt to begin with? Good question.

Once I had that knife I was able to do some serious digging. My wife got a very distant and short video of me digging at the butte as I climbed. It looked like I was stabbing a monster over and over again. There are still scars on the blade from that climb. The whole event was forty minutes long. By the time I finally pulled myself onto the top, I knew I had been through a life and death situation. God had made it real enough.

Yes, God had made it real enough, and now I would pray prayers, offer up worship to the God who was going to lead me in the Third and final Act of my life. I was taking these nine days to offer up “first fruits” to God. My next mission in this earth was to be the result of these nine days of seeking God first! And so it has been.

The view was beautiful up there. I sat Indian style on a big hump of ground and enjoyed my black coffee while thinking white thoughts. Thoughts about God, and thoughts about purity and our years of climbing towards it.

I watched a group of people hiking in. I watched from my high position as they naturally chose the easy well trod path without giving it much of a thought. Why was I different? Even at the age of 61, I had not been drawn to the easy path everyone else seemed to naturally gravitate towards. My gravitational pull was different than the majority. Gravity was what I had also battled going up the side of this beast. There was less gravity to fight on the other path, but also less reward. That path never reached the high peaks. I know, because I checked it out before I left.

People may think this story is crazy. They may think the whole idea of giving nine days to seeking God, spending a vacation in this way, is nuts. But have you ever seriously tried it? I’m telling you God is real and he will speak to you, but you must come to him on his terms. Do you know this way I speak of? Over the course of my life, I’ve done more than a few of these, and God has never failed to show up.

So this was Day 3 of our 9 Days. I would like to point out that “White Butte”, symbolic of a climb to purity, was on private property. In other words, I was again upon symbolic land separated from the government. Remember the scriptures God gave us in Bear Butte? Remember how David was delivered from King Saul, the government over him in his time? Remember?

As I sat up there with my Bible and my sword; I pondered all these things. Do you think Jesus would have been in bed with our government, allowing them to influence what he taught, just so he could maintain his tax exempt status, or avoid jail? I worry about our modern day churches and the theater type services we now have. As I sat in these high places I remembered more than once struggling with male lust over an attractive woman on the platform while trying to focus on God. Many churches today simply seem to be late copies of the world. If Jesus labeled your church, would he label it a “Mary”, or a “Martha”? Has the modern church become Martha, worried more about earthly things than simply enjoying the pure word and presence of God?

God was calling me to start something different in these modern times, something of the old ways and the simplicity of Christ. While the crowd flowed very easily towards a path of least resistance, I was drawn to the high places. I speak and teach about all these things of our modern church in other sections of this site. If you have a real desire to “AWAKEN”, you will naturally seek such things. But if you are a Martha, seeking to build your own little kingdom, caught up in “image” rather than humility, then there are plenty of people on that path to keep you company.

Here’s a final thought for those who have actually read this far. When Satan entered the garden on his quest to cause havoc, he did not go to Adam, but he went to Eve. His plan worked so well then, that I think it is also his main plan for “The End”. How many ways has your church allowed Eve to get out of place? Am I being anti-woman? No, I’m simply being pro Word of God. There is a proper balance to all things. Jesus did not preach poverty, but he did also preach against materialism and the love of money.

The church is way out of balance today in its attempt to attract the world. Our first duty is the light of Christ, not stage lights. We shine the pure light of God and those who truly want to be God’s children will be attracted. We don’t want to attract the world. The world should run from us. But Satan is using his same Garden of Eden plan to bring us into a state described in Romans chapter one. Check it out. It speaks of reprobate minds and every sort of evil. Men becoming Eve. Eve becoming men. And God’s line of authority completely destroyed. That’s where were headed if the church doesn’t AWAKEN. Perhaps it’s too late. Perhaps we’re already there.

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II Samuel 21:22 – 22:4

20170429_143623These four were born to the giant in Gath, (Goliath), and fell by the hand of David, and by the hand of his servants. And David spake unto the Lord the words of this song in the day that the Lord delivered him out of the hand of all his enemies, and out of the hand of Saul: And he said, The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; The God of my rock; in him will I trust: he is my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge, my savior; thou savest me from violence. I will call on the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from my enemies.”

I did not know it that day, but I have come to realize an important part of God’s message through me is the misguided effects of what I call King Theology. What are the odds that a very special marker fell between the pages of scripture speaking of God as my rock, my fortress, my high tower, while we were in such a high place surrounded by rock fortresses?

How my eyes fell on the last verse of chapter 21, and the beginning verses of 22, I cannot explain other than God. They were not highlighted or marked in anyway, but my eyes went straight to those verses when I opened the page. But those verses mean so much more than a high and rocky fortress to me, especially relating to what I had just come out of.

These verses specifically said David was delivered out of the hand of all his enemies “AND” the hand of Saul…”KING” Saul. David did not consider King Saul his enemy, even though Saul was trying to kill him. David’s heart broke over the death of King Saul and his son, Jonathon. Jonathon was David’s closest and most cherished friend. And yet the scripture is specific to both list David’s enemies and also King Saul. God had delivered him out of two very different kinds of threats.

As a spiritual warrior, and not just someone who sits on the side bench of the battleground, we all now what it is like to have enemies of all sorts. Our enemy will use whatever means to stop the will of God in us. It can be finances, health, people, lies, demons, and circumstances of all sorts; but for David, King Saul and his son, Jonathon, was a very complicated issue. Now God seemed to be speaking these scriptures to me, on this second day of our quest, in the high place of Bear Butte. What did it mean?

I believe God was saying no enemy would be able to stand before me as I undertook the coming vision, the development of a school in the wilderness. God would be my rock fortress and my high tower of refuge. Of course this is very good news! But it was the other part that had me in such amazement and deep contemplation. How did God know? How did he manage to speak so specifically to my “weakness” in scriptures written thousands of years ago, and then guide me to land on them with my eyes in this moment?

Not to go into too many details, but, my best friend of over forty years had been one of the main reasons I ended up at the church where I lost my name. I had always thought we were meant to have a ministry together, and I had been very slow to give up that idea, because we were more than ordinary friends. We were comrades.

Looking back from this high place I could see how this church, and perhaps my friend too, had a King Theology, of which I could not fit into or agree with. This path was doomed from the beginning, and there I was trying to make it work. Now I could see God was listing this as part of what I was delivered out of. How could he find such a list…describing my current physical environment and location…two very specific false paths that had been revealed…and land me on those scriptures at this very moment and place in time? Wowwww.

My first warning light at this church was when I first started going there. Through my friend I had a quick connection to important people, including the Pastor. The Pastor became interested in a teaching I had put together about emphasizing our Priesthood over Kingship. He asked permission to preach it and I agreed. I felt honored, and for the next three weeks he was doing an excellent job of preaching it, until the congregation began complaining and attendance dropping. Many there felt they could not identify with the priesthood aspect of our birth in Christ, unless it included King Theology.

On the fourth week the Pastor made a switch and preached the King-side of the equation, as falsely translated in the King James version of the Bible. Details of this teaching can be found under my menu button: “VISION”. A red light went off in my spirit that very day, but it was still too early to say for sure, so I continued forward with the best of hopes. As I did, I ran into more and more church “political correctness”, which we would call church government.

David was delivered out of “heathen” ungodly enemies. He was also delivered out of the hands of his government, as in King Saul, and he was separated from his good friend, when Jonathon died. At least three specific things God delivered him out of, and I had just come through a season of all three of those things, which had brought me to such a spiritual state of which I had lost all vision, and my sense of who I was. All I had left was the sacred fire still burning in my belly, and so I had taken my vacation time and decided I would seek God, to find my purpose again. A new vision, for I had surely wrecked the previous one.

I could look back and see exactly where that other vision died. I could see where I switched to a different path, began to ride a different horse, in order to obey the leading of the Pastor, or the “House Vision”, they might say.

My heart was sad when I looked back. It still gets sad when I look back even today. But the new vision is actually similar, only in a different location. We are establishing a “House of H.O.P.E.”, a House of Prayer Everyday.

The specificity of these scriptures, and the card that guided me to them, (The Eagle Huntress), still amazes me to this day. If I had any doubt God was speaking, those doubts could not stand against the overwhelming odds of these things ever happening. I had been through a lot. I was at a place of doubting myself in every way. I can only believe God knew I needed some strong evidence I was still hearing Him.

There is a language that is personal between you and God. He knows what different things mean to “you”. He can use those things to get your attention if you seek him. He can confirm things in ways no one else can know.

I tied a prayer cloth to a tree for my wife and I that day, a bright red bandana. It blows in the winds of South Dakota, high on Bear Butte at this very moment.

Turtle Faith Lady barely managed to get down from the high places before dark. I was actually worried if we were going to make it. We were the last to leave there, and a huge male Bison crossed our path as we were leaving, a symbol of power, strength, endurance, and abundance. God was speaking, and I was doing my best to listen and properly interpret. Knowledge is not enlightenment. Truth is enlightenment.

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Our bandana flies from that little tree you see at the point. Yes, that one by itself, way out there.

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