My Encounter With The Prophet Jeremiah

Ahh, my friends, here we are again. I have a story to tell you, though I must ask you not to get carried away by the story for it is but a veil. Yes, the angel is in the details, if you can read.

On a fateful night, moments before I fell asleep, I said a prayer to my immortal father who exists within me. I besought him for his presence, I besought him for his power, I besought him for his love.

As I began to fall asleep, at that point between sleep and alertness, he began to speak in an intensified voice. He said to me "tonight, I will send my servant Jeremiah to visit you, listen to him".

Ahhh, I cannot tell you my excitement, I cannot tell you my joy. I was ecstatic beyond description. I prepared my room, I laid my bed, I cleaned the whole environment in anticipation of my elder brother.

I must confess, at the point when I was cleaning my room and laying my bed, I had not the idea that I had already transited from the physical world into the world of the spirit.

Yes, everything physical has a metaphysical counterpart; everything tangible has a 'subtle' counterpart and my bedroom was no different. I was no longer in my physical bedroom but I was in the metaphysical, spiritual, or supernatural aspect of my bedroom and everything was identical to the physical plane.

Forgive me, words are failing me to accurately describe to you that I was in my bedroom but not my bedroom in the physical plane. Physically, if anyone had walked into my bedroom, they would have seen my body asleep on the bed. Yes, my body was asleep but I, who lives in the body, was not.

The transition between the physical plane and the world of spirit was so seamless that I did not know when it happened. To me, it was as though I laid on my bed to sleep and got up to clean my room. In actuality, however, I slept in one dimension and awoke in another.

Now here I was, cleaning my room, in anticipation of this divine visitor. An angel appeared to me and told me to keep watch and remain vigilant until Jeremiah appears. Yes, I did as I was told and sat at the edge of my bed, waiting for this divine visitor.

As I sat down, waiting for this divine emissary, excited beyond description, I knew not when I fell asleep. Hahaha, already a mystery is being communicated if you can read.

Jesus The Christ pleaded with his disciples not to fall asleep. When men sleep, the enemy appears to sow tares amongst wheat. Remember dear friends, there is the sleep of the body and there is the sleep of the soul.

When the body sleeps, it becomes unconscious and unresponsive to the world around it. When the soul sleeps, it becomes unconscious and unresponsive to Christ, the world around it.

I hope you are understanding the significance of my falling asleep in that experience?

I then heard a loud knock on my door that woke me up, I jumped up in great panic. I had no idea when I fell asleep, I worried whether I missed the divine appointment. As I got up from my bed to open my door, the door was opened and behold a majestic man came through the door.

I tell no lies when I say that this man had a height of about 11 feet and had a face that was old and young at the same time. His hair was like fine silver and his voice was a deep and commanding bass baritone. His entrance was majestic, he had to bend his head to pass through the miserable doorframe of my bedroom. I was frozen in excitement and awe by the appearance of this majestic being.

Yes, this was the prophet Jeremiah and the form by which he appeared to me communicated a powerful message.

The silver hair speaks of his age. It, however, is not an age of the physical body but an age of the soul. In the physical body, age is measured by how close a person is to the physical soil (grave) from which they came. In the body of the soul, age is measured by how close a person is to the spiritual soil from which they came.

Yes, even though there have been many names in many languages for this spiritual soil, this soil is called Christ. Paul, the Apostle, did say:

• 'And He is before all things, and IN Him all things consist. ' Colossians 1:17

This is why Paul could call physically old men and women 'little children'. Indeed, there is the age of the body and the age of the soul. The age of the soul is measured by the degree of one's awareness of Christ, the revelatory light of God.

The light is, has always been and will always be, but how many can see it? How many are aware of it? Yes, as the blindness of one's physical eyes is no testament of the absence of sunlight, the blindness of the eyes of the soul is no testament of the absence of Christ.

There is no place the light is not, there is no place the Christ is not. The question is "do you have eyes to see?". Hell is not the absence of the light, hell is the presence of the blind. Blind people are very dangerous. Can you read?

• 'Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend into heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.' Psalms 139:7-8

As this being walked into my bedroom, I took a bow as instructed by the angel previously. As I did so, he looked at me with a piercing gaze and said to the angel with him "so much negative energy coming from this one".

I couldn't believe my ears. That was the last thing I had hoped to hear from him. I was expecting a praise or commendation of some sorts. I guess even that desire to be praised or commended was part of the negative energy he was speaking of.

It is so easy for us to have lofty estimations of ourselves, believing ourselves to be saints, worthy of all honour and adoration, undeserving of any form of criticism whatsoever. Haha, God will always put the foolishness of man to shame.

He then walked past me and began heading towards my balcony. He then looked around my room and said "so much depression here, why?".

Again, I was astounded that he would make such cruel remarks about my most holy and spotless person. "How could Jeremiah say this of me?!" I thought to my foolish, arrogant and conceited self.

He then walked from my bedroom and into the balcony. Once he got to the balcony, the angel that escorted him rebuked me saying "I thought I asked you to clean your room?! Why would you allow me bring such a person to a filthy place like this?"

I was again flabbergasted by such remarks, how could he make such unfortunate comments about my most holy and spotless person? I was in pure disbelief but my disbelief was just beginning.

After the comment this angel made, something very strange happened. The room that I had taken pains to tidy up, all of sudden looked very raggedy and filthy. I could not believe my eyes. All of a sudden there was trash everywhere, my walls that had paint on them five minutes ago were now without paint. It was almost as though I was living in an uncompleted building.

The bedroom was upside down and it was very clear to me that up until this moment I was living in filth, deceived by my own self until the appearance of Jeremiah shone the light upon my room.

Hmmm… sigh.. the appearance of the light brought great sorrows upon me. Yes, it brought me much grief.

Remember, the name Jeremiah means ‘YHWH will raise’. Indeed, God was raising me by causing me to see what was pulling me down and it was a sorrowful affair.

The wise man Solomon said:

• 'For in much wisdom is much grief, And he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.' Ecclesiastes 1:18

Ahh, Solomon told no lies. Light is knowledge and it causes one to see the truth of what they are.

We all love to believe we are saints, we all love to believe we are spotless lambs without guile or blemish. The other person is always wrong and they are the ones who need to be more understanding with us, they are the ones who need to be purified.

Yes, the toxic one is the other person and it's the other person who needs to change for the world to become better. Indeed, many of us believe that as we are, our bedrooms are clean and the walls are marvellously painted. We believe so, until Christ appears and shines the light.

I hope we are understanding the significance of this present narration? I hope we are able to READ this story?

Yes, with wisdom comes sorrow, with knowledge comes grief. Wisdom is light and light enables us to see the true nature of things, it enables us to see things as they really are. Yes, seeing things as they really are is a sorrowful affair indeed.

It is sorrowful but a sorrow that leads to repentance, a sorrow that leads to transformation, a sorrow that leads to healing. Remember the words of Paul the Apostle:

• 'Now I rejoice, not that you were made sorry, but that your sorrow led to repentance. For you were made sorry in a godly manner, that you might suffer loss from us in nothing. For godly sorrow produces repentance leading to salvation, not to be regretted; but the sorrow of the world produces death. ' II Corinthians 7:9-10

How can the invalid be healed unless he discovers and acknowledges the presence of his illness? Yes, discovering that one is ill after believing oneself to be healthy for so long is a sorrowful affair. Becoming aware of our own inner defects is a sorrowful affair.

It, however, takes the presence of light to identify darkness. One cannot be sorrowful until they begin to see for the first time, that is why the Christ said:

• "Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted." Matthew 5:4

Yes, this sorrow is the discovery of one's own inner defects; becoming aware of the dirty bedroom of our heart, family and various relationships. This comfort is the cleansing of our defects, the correction and grooming of the Holy Spirit.

Yes, blessed are those who mourn. What caused them to be so happy in the first place? It is a joy that is ignorant of the great work that must be achieved in oneself, it is a joy that can't see.

My friends, listen to me, sorrow produced from sight is better than joy produced from blindness. It is fleeting and reveals itself sooner or later.

Yes, I was sorrowful in the bedroom of my own heart. The filth in my bedroom surprised me and caused a great sadness. The entrance of light caused me to see the truth and it was unsightly indeed.

As the angel began to scold me for not tidying my room, from the balcony Jeremiah said "Leave him! Let him come". So, with my head bowed down, I walked towards Jeremiah on the balcony to begin speaking with him.

To be continued...