The Gates of Heaven IV

I am sat here now, drinking from the glass of reflection. Yes, I am aware of what my father seeks to do with my generation. I am aware of the depths he wishes to usher us into. The church fathers will not understand, they will be afraid but after a while God will cause them to see.

For many years my father has had me in the cave of silence, sealing up my experiences with him. Hmm.. the mystery of timing. Even now I feel great restraint. I have grown very comfortable in speaking with a mighty filter.

It is true that one part of my reason is in obedience to the instruction of silence my father gave to me. The other part, however, is fear. Rejection for being oneself is a painful thing that I have experienced one too many times.

It is not so easy living a life where one has to filter oneself to avoid ruffling too many feathers. I filtered myself to the point where I subconsciously locked out a whole dimension of God because it was so hard juggling two severely distinct but complimentary worlds in my mind.

Abandoning one and sticking to the other was foolish but easy. Hahah, foolishness is okay so long as it has a defined limit. I think I am now tired of being a fool.

Yes, I was obedient to God but my fears made obedience easy. I made many friends but never drew too close to anyone because I thought to myself "You smile and laugh with me but do you know me? Do you know where I have come from? If I unsealed the book will you still stay?"

Hmm.. I guess time will tell. These however are foolish worries that do nothing but keep the mind enslaved to the affection of others. To receive and embrace affection is good, to be attached and bound to it is not good. May all slavery in my life be destroyed by fire.

Now is the time to speak and speak with truth and boldness, withholding nothing. I tell you, I am not afraid. There is a deep and strange side to God that the mainstream church is not aware of.

In Hebrew it is called the "SOD", in Greek it is called the "MUSTERION", in english it is called the 'hidden', 'mystical' or 'supernatural'. All these are naught but labels pointing to an inner reality veiled from fleshly gaze.

The elders have declared "It is time to lift the curtains, it is time to open the gates". There are many of us who have appeared. God is a collective and he always operates with a collective. For every one you see, there are 7,000 you can't see. Can you read?

From now on, I shall use this blog to narrate my personal experiences in my walk with God and teach from them as I was taught. Who believes or not does not matter. One must speak the truth of what they have seen and come to know.

Let us now continue the narration of one of my early encounters with God that set me on my way...

Inside of every soul is an inherent knowledge of its origin. Knowledge of the immortal Father is not that which is taught to a soul, no. Like the lotus flower that unfolds its petals from the kiss of the sunlight, the knowledge of God unfolds from within a soul when the light of Christ shines upon it.

In the name of truth, I must confess that such was my testimony and I first came to know and experience my God not through books but by direct encounters of his person. Yes, my father is and has always been a tangible reality to me. It is he who taught me, raised me, trained me.

There are many instructors and guides, there are many helpers but there is only one teacher. Yes, ONE is the teacher and it is a mystery. One is the Christ and he can only be known inside oneself.

'And do not be called teachers; for One is your Teacher, the Christ. ' Matthew 23:10

Children of God, it is time to believe that the father who is in secret wishes to make himself known and experienced. It is indeed his wish to have us know and experience him, face to face. I tell you, it is a travesty for a son to not know the Father.

As I began to cross the bridge, from one region of that heaven to another, making my way to the palace, I understood the words of my father who was in secret. I understood them and I trembled, I was dazed, I was amazed..

In the presence of the burning angels who stood in line on the bridge, he declared "Behold my son! Welcome him!". Immediately, they all turned their face towards me and began to sing a sacred hymn. I can never forget the fierceness of their gaze, it was terrible.

I must state my utter shock in that moment. I was confused. I thought to myself "Why are they singing? How could God call me his son?". "Blasphemy upon blasphemy" I said to myself. This was a mystery that I at the time did not comprehend, a thousand questions were racing through my mind.

I at that time did not know the mystery of the inner Christ. I did not know the Spirit of the son had always existed within me and it was he who the father was addressing. Hahah, he, who is really me, when I remember my God.

When God and the angels looked upon me, they did not see the miserable fleshly identity I had become accustomed. No, when God looks at you he sees is his son, even if you do no yet know it.

To me at the time, the Christ was a flesh and blood personality that walked the shores of Galilee 2,000 years ago. Hmmm, how foolish was I to have believed that the Christ was limited to flesh and blood when "In the beginning was the word"? Those who cling too tightly to temporary things will always miss the spirit.

Indeed, concealed within that man of Galilee was an ancient spirit. A spirit who IS before Abraham was but how many can understand? Men don't know how to read. They were so attached to the container that they lost sight of the spirit. Frozen men, always trying to seize the wind. Frozen men always kill the Christ.

'For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. ' John 3:16

Yes, many are they who have heard of the son external, Jesus of Galilee, but very few know of the son internal. Friends, I tell you the truth, unless one becomes personally acquainted with the spirit of Christ concealed in the depths of their own being, there is no way to access the father.

The son is the voice of the invisible father, the spirit of the ancient of days. He is not just the bridge by which we hear God, he is the sound of God himself, the immortal word.

The son can never be known through pieces of paper. The son must be known firsthand and it is not an outward knowing but an inward one. Sitting down face to face with one's inner Christ is not a luxury for a few but a necessity for all believers.

How can there be belief without a root? How many feet can you dig into pieces of paper?

Meditate.

Do not marvel when I speak of the inner Christ as though a strange doctrine was presented before you. The Christ is not known outwardly but inwardly. Christ is not something that enters from outside you in, no. He is something that unfolds from inside you out. It is written:

'He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.” ' John 7:38

Yes, this living spring is Christ himself who flows out of prepared vessels to baptise the nations with the word of truth, ridding them of the garments of lies and corruption.

'But when it pleased God, who separated me from my mother’s womb and called me through His grace, to reveal His Son in me, that I might preach Him among the Gentiles, I did not immediately confer with flesh and blood, ' Galatians 1:15-16

Christ is the hidden light within every man that becomes 'revealed'. Something cannot be revealed in you if it was not always there. All men are sons of God, heirs to the kingdom. A heir, however, who has forgotten his heritage, will live and perish as a slave until he remembers who he is.

It is no secret that every man has a deposit of God within the depths of their being. Yes, inside the cocoon of man exists a sacred breath which serves as the foundation of his existence. We make no mistake in saying that this breath in man emanated from the bosom of the all-father.

Yes, this breath, this seed, this spirit, is Christ itself and no man can exist without it. This breath is the son of God and it is concealed inside of man. This breath can be known, touched, and experienced as real as the sweat on your skin. This breath is Christ.

I continue my narration..

As I crossed the bridge, I approached the most splendorous door, made with pure gold and the finest crystals. The feeling of majesty was upon me. The air was cold and hot at the same time. My heart trembled as I drew nigh to the door. The force of my father's presence pervaded the entire region.

Already, we've spoken about the symbolic nature of the internal worlds. The door, gold and crystals are not literal. The inner worlds are not as dense as this outer world we live in. What looks like a door in one moment can change into a person, or an animal or a body of water.

Those who cling on too tightly to forms miss the spirit and communicate an adulterated message. The foolish men of Israel believe Jesus to be a cannibal when he said "unless ye eat of my flesh and drink my blood". The men of Israel did not know how to read.

The gold and crystals represent spiritual purity and quality, the door represents a portal between one dimension of God and another; a portal that signifies the end of one reality and the beginning of another. That little moment had much to teach me but I shall explain later.

The door opened and a majestic light struck me. My knees instantly buckled and I collapsed to the ground at the sheer force of His presence. I then heard his voice say "RISE". Ahh, yes, the words of Solomon penetrate my mind in this very moment.

'Do not exalt yourself in the presence of the king, And do not stand in the place of the great; For it is better that he say to you, “Come up here,” .' Proverbs 25:6-7

I looked up and there I was, in a glorious chamber with ceilings so high it almost appeared as though it had no end. The chamber was majestic. I tell no lies when I say the entire room was fashioned from gold and sunlight. The appearance was dazzling and the symbols communicated volumes of meaning.

I gazed further and the most glorious sight stood before my person. I saw a majestic being at the center of the room. He had the outline of a man but his entire form was nothing but pure light seated upon a throne.

Yes, this was my father who is in secret. On his left and right hand side stood a multitude of innumerable beings. Their very form and countenance was pure fire.

Indeed, this sight was a mystery that I at that time did not comprehend. The mystery of the one that is many and the many that are one. Yes, the mystery of the Elohim. The entirety of the beings in the court, including the one on the throne, were one person.

Those who think God is one person do not understand. Those who think God is one person DO understand. The mystery is concealed in the region where east meets west, where the lion lays with the lamb. Can you read?

As I stood to my feet to gaze upon my father seated on the throne, he rose to his feet and the entire room trembled as though an earthquake had happened. His appearance had the height of 10,000 men but of course, this was a symbol.

As he stood, thunderous sounds began to blare and flames filled the whole room. He said many ineffable things to me in that moment, things I am not yet at liberty to say.

I tell no lies when I say the angels began to sing but their voices were flames and thunder that brought both peace and terror to my heart. Lord Jesus, this was a strange but wonderful place.

He then said "My son, I wish to know you" and commanded me to rise and gaze upon his face. Instantly, a cloud surrounded me and began lifting me up to the face of this majestic being who had the appearance of pure light. I trembled as the cloud began to levitate me to his face. I shut my eyes in terror, I was greatly afraid.

When I reached the height of his face, he commanded me to open my eyes. My friends, what transpired next is something that words will forever fail to describe. As I opened my eyes, an ineffable joy pervaded my soul. It was happiness and freedom indescribable, it was love.

I tasted it, I felt it, I believed it and it filled me. It filled me and I did not want to let go. Yes, this was what Paul called the 'fullness', the 'pleroma'.

'For in Him dwells all the fullness (pleroma) of the Godhead bodily; ' Colossians 2:9

To think that Jesus, the Christ of Galilee, was able to contain all this within himself is something unfathomable. Many believe they understand the depths of what that man was but indeed do not.

For an instant, all the knowledge in existence flashed before me like a streak of light. For an instant, I knew everything and understood everything. Yes, for an instant I myself was everything, just from gazing into his face.

Yes, knowing God means becoming God and I understood that in a split second experience of him. For God to know me he must become me, for me to know God I must become God. It is the first and greatest intimacy, it is a deep mystery which we shall unfold together.

The gaze happened in a split second and I shut my eyes, overwhelmed by all that I saw and experienced in a flash. My father then set me back to the ground and handed me to the same angels that brought me. These angels had the appearance of toddlers, which was a form they put on to communicate their innocence, purity and power.

Indeed, that one gaze was equivalent to the transference of trillions of tetrabytes of data. This was something I came to understand much later, as my walk with him strengthened.

As the angels led me away, I asked one of them "How many angels are you here?". One of them replied "72 in number". I said "Really? just 72?" the angel replied "the number 72 is a mystery, later on we shall teach you". True to their words, they taught me according to what my feeble mind could grasp and I understood according to my level.

As I began walking with the angels out of the throne room, one of them told me I had to return to my body because someone was summoning me in the physical world. I was reluctant at first, I did not in any way wish to leave but I understood it was time to go and did as commanded.

To be continued.....