The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams
Forward to the “Forgotten Prophet’s Book of
Dreams.”
In the autumn of 1986 I had a very short
dream. When the dream began, I was sitting
at a large table that looked as if it had been
hewn from great logs. The top was very
smooth from use. Jesus, the only other
occupant at the table, handed me a large,
dusty gray hardback book and said, “I am
commissioning you to write this book.
Entitle it, “The Forgotten Prophets Book of
Dreams.”
Approximately one year later a prophet, who
knew nothing at all about the dream,
prophesied that it was time to start writing
the book that the Lord had asked me to
write.
Only a few evenings later an anointing
overshadowed me. I became anxious, and
then an audible voice said, “Abernathy went
for a walk.” I was so puzzled by this
statement that I forgot about being anxious.
The same audible voice soon chided me
because I had been anxious and then said,
“Write this down” and then began quoting
the first poem in this book which begins,
“Behold the long hills of life…” When the
poem’s recitation had ended, I received an
impression that more poems would come
and that I wasn’t to give them titles.
I went to visit the prophet who had recently
told me it was time to begin writing. When
I told him that the Lord had said,
“Abernathy went for a walk,” his immediate
response was that the Lord had called me
Abernathy because I was trying to figure out
with my intellect what could only be
revealed by His Spirit. He also added that
Abernathy symbolized my intellect and
worldly wisdom.
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Over the years I have discovered that such
dreams as the one described above were
fairly literal, but that many of my dreams
from the Lord have three common elements,
stage props, symbolic prophetic elements
and literal prophetic elements.
While some dreams appear to be mainly my
mind trying to puzzle things out, some seem
quite prophetic. I have also found that many
of the dreams end up being true, but I have
misinterpreted them. I feel very sure that
the Lord gave me the book of poetry, but as
far as the book actually being entitled, “The
Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams,”
whether that is supposed to be the actual
title, I don’t know.
On August 14th, 1998, Steven Darryl Cook,
Sr., known as Cookie, called and left a
message on my answering machine,
“Wayno! This is Cookie. I was just readin’
your poems. The Lord laid it on my heart to
read that tonight. I was sittin’ there readin’
that. Those are really good brother…I had
one thing. I think that you should seek the
Lord on the titles. Not the titles of the
poems. The title of the book…”
What a surprise! I had given him a copy of
the poems a year or more before that and he
hadn’t seemed interested in reading them.
Only the first poem was spoken to me
directly. After that, I just felt the anointing
and then would write down a poem or two. I
don’t think I even edited them, except to
correct a few typos. A few came to me in
dreams. After a few weeks or a month the
anointing lifted and I stopped writing
poems. I never received any further poems,
although in 1991 I began to receive songs in
dreams.
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N OT HIS MON UMENTS

B EHOLD
O R LEGACI ES OR FAM E .
THE LONG HIL LS OF LIF E :
S OME IN THE SHAD OW …
O NL Y A PUR E HEA RT
S OME IN THE LIGHT …
Y IE LD ED TO G OD
A ND A HUM BLE SPIRIT
H AV E YOU FE LT
D ELIGHT ED IN H IM .
T HE WA RM SPRING RAINS
T HAT BRING DE LIGHT ?
A FE W TO UCH ED HEARTS ,
W HAT OF THE DUST Y TASTE
L EFT BEHIND ,
O F A DES ERT TEST OF FAI TH ?
T HAT WHISP ER ,
“H ERE WAS ONE
M IRAC LES AND QUIET TIM ES .
W HO WA LKE D WITH G OD .”
L OVE , AWE AND WOND ER .
S ORROW , PAIN AND DEATH .
B UT IN ADV ERSITY
OR SWE ET REST ,
U NENDING LOVE ,
UN CE ASING JOY ,
A ND END URING FA IT H .

W HAT MATT ER S
F OLLOWING AN EARTH LY
LIFE ?

N OTHING OF MA N
OR THE WORK S OF HIS FL ESH .
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-WILLFULLY LOCKED-
THE TIME IS COMING INTO SENSUAL PLEASURES
WHEN ALL THINGS AND FLATTERING LIES,
SHALL PASS AWAY. WILL FOLLOW
THE FIRST LIE.
WHO SHALL SAY
MY WORD IS FABLE,
BUT HE HAVEN’T I SAID,
WHO PASSES ON SINCE

THE BEGINNING
OF TIME:

I WILL HAVE
NO GODS BEFORE
(WHERE THE WORM ME.
DOES NOT TURN)

ONLY THE FOOL

SAYS THAT I AM NOT.

ONLY THE BLIND

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WHEN AT LAST
THE OLD ME I’VE WALKED THE PATH,
IS PASSING AWAY HE’LL BE THERE TO GREET ME.
AS EACH DAY I’LL FALL AT HIS FEET,
I AM BORN ANEW. BUT HE’LL LIFT ME UP
AND GREET ME.
ONCE I FEARED DEATH.
I DON’T
FEAR DEATH ANYMORE.

HIS LOVE
HAS FLOODED MY HEART
AND CAST OUT
ALL OF MY FEARS.

HIS SPIRIT
SINGS A NEW SONG IN ME.
I DON’T
FEAR DEATH ANYMORE.

HEAVEN IS MORE REAL

THAN ALL THAT CAN BE SEEN.
THERE HE HAS PREPARED
A WONDROUS PLACE FOR ME.
I DON’T
FEAR DEATH ANYMORE.
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WALK THE PATH

I’VE SET FOR YOU.
TREASURE YIELD TO
THE RESTFUL TIMES. MY SPIRIT’S LEADINGS.
PRAISE ME FOR SUCH PEACE.
BE STILL AND KNOW ME YOU WILL BE ANOTHER SON
IN YOUR QUIET TIMES. AND I WILL BE YOUR GOD.
I AM YOUR FATHER
TELL ME WHO LOVES YOU.
OF YOUR LOVE FOR ME.
THANK ME
FOR THE THINGS I’VE DONE.

PRAISE ME
THAT I’VE LOOSED
YOUR BONDS
AND MADE YOU FREE TO WORSHIP
ME.

FORGET YOUR NEEDS.

JUST LOOK TO ME.
I KNOW YOUR NEEDS.
I KNOW YOUR WANTS.
JUST TRUST IN ME.

DIE EVERYDAY
TO THE NEEDS OF THE FLESH.
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CRY
FOR MY CHILDREN
WHO SKIP AND DANCE ALONG
THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
OF THE WORLD.

WEEP
FOR MY CHILDREN
WHO MUMBLE
“PRAISE JESUS,
GLORY TO GOD,”
BUT SHOUT
ABOUT SPORTS
AND SUPERSTARS.

LAMENT
FOR MY CHILDREN WHO SAY,
“REJOICE,
FOR THE TRUMPET
WILL SOUND…

SOMETIME NEXT WEEK,

WHEN MY CHILDREN’S CHILDREN
ARE OLD AND GRAY.”
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WHY DO MY PEOPLE BETRAY ME

IN THEIR WORDS AND DEEDS? CAN’T THEY FEEL THE HURT I FEEL?
WHY DO THEY PROMISE CAN’T THEY SEE THEIR DEEDS?
THEIR LOVE TO ME,
WHAT IF THEIR EARTHLY BELOVED
BUT GIVE THEIR LOVE TO THE WORLD? SHOULD GIVE THEMSELVES
TO ANOTHER?
FIRST THEIR LIFE DENIES MY LOVE I AM THE GROOM;
AND THEN THEY COME TO ME THEY ARE THE BRIDE.
WITH HEARTS OF BRASS WHY CAN’T THEY BE FAITHFUL TO ME?
TO HEAR MEN TALK OF ME.
WITH EMPTY WORDS
AND WHEN THEY COME THEY PROMISE THEMSELVES TO ME.
TO WHAT THEY CALL MY HOUSE, I’LL LOOK AT WHAT THEY’LL BE.
THEY WILL SING MY LOVE SHALL PREVAIL
AND THEY MAY SHOUT,
AND MY WORDS COME TO PASS.
BUT THEY WILL NOT KNOW ME.
BUT IT HURTS THE MORE TO KNOW
THE SHIELD OF PRIDE THAT THEY’LL BE BACK NEXT WEEK
AROUND THEIR HEARTS
TO ASK FOR MORE
GRIEVES MY SPIRIT GREATLY. OF WHAT THEY’VE LOST,
WHY CAN’T THEY CRY, THAT I’VE SO FREELY GIVEN.
THEN OPEN THEIR HEARTS TO ME? MY HEART WILL BREAK
AND I’LL RELENT
LATER, AND GIVE THEM FOUR TIMES MORE.
WITH WORDS TO STIR

THE NATURAL HEART WHAT IS MY REWARD?

THEY WILL COME TO ME
FOR LUXURIES…
THE GREATEST GIFTS THEY WANT…
TREASURES FIT FOR KINGS.
A LONELY WEEK FULL OF WARM TEARS
FOR A BRIDE COLD TO MY TOUCH.
A WORLD FAT ON MY TREASURES,
WOOED FROM MY BELOVED.
WASTRELS WHO MOCK ME
WITH SENSUAL LOVE

AFTER SEDUCING
THE FLESH OF MY FLESH.
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SIT ON A HIGH HILL MY SON. I WILL SOOTHE THEIR HEARTS.

PRAISE ME I WILL LIFT THEM UP.
AND WATCH
WHAT I SHALL DO. COME DOWN
FROM THE HIGH HILL
WATCH THE PEOPLE MY SON.
FROM THE PLAIN RELIGHT THE FIRE
RUN FROM PLACE TO PLACE IN THE HOUSE
LIKE BLIND MEN. ON THEIR LAND.
THEY HAVE FORGOTTEN ME.
MY SPIRIT
I AM ANGRY, WILL ANOINT
BUT I LOVE THEM. THOSE WHO ARE
WATCH WHAT I SHALL DO. TO DWELL THEREIN.
SOME WILL CRY;
SOME WILL DIE. FAST AND PRAY
AND HEAR MY SPIRIT.
WATCH AND SEE THEN FOLLOW THE PATH
THE WAYS OF MAN TO THE HIGHEST HILL.
WHEN LEFT TO HONOR SELF.
IT IS PLAIN TO SEE
THAT MY GLORY
HAS DEPARTED
FROM EACH & EVERY HOUSE.

I WILL BLESS
THOSE WHO CRY OUT TO ME.
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OPEN THE VIALS.

SPREAD THE SCROLLS.
HOW LONG O’ LORD? LOOSE THE TOWERS OF ICE
HOW LONG? INTO THE SEA.
OUR BLOOD CALLS OUT
FROM THE SANDS. DRAW THE WATERS
BACK INTO THE AIR.
MIGHTY MEN, BURN THE FUNDAMENT.
DARK OF SPIRIT, SHAKE THE EARTH.
RULE THE EARTH. MAKE IT WOBBLE LIKE A TOP.
LIKE GIANTS OF OLD
THEY KNOW NO FEAR. BLOT OUT THE SUN.
COVER THE STARS
WHY HOLD BACK WITH YOUR HAND.
YOUR ANGER LORD?
WHY PROLONG THEIR LIFE? SEND YOUR DESTROYERS.
LET THE WATERS
THEY MAIM AND KILL RUN WITH BLOOD.
YOUR SONS & DAUGHTERS. LOOSE YOUR WRATH
THEIR WICKED LAUGHTER AND MAKE THE EARTH ANEW.
RIDES THE WIND.

THEIR EVIL
IS AS DEEP AS THE SEA.
THEIR HATE
IS A BLIGHT ON THE LAND.
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I CREATE
THE FINEST OF WINES.
THE WALK TO GETHSEMANE
IS NEVER EASY.
CONTINUE TO PRAISE
BUT THEN AND YIELD TO ME,
IT WAS NEVER MEANT
THROUGH THE HARDEST, DARKEST
TIMES.
TO BE LESS THAN
AN IMPOSSIBILITY.
FLESH IS POWERFUL. BE PATIENT AND ENDURE.
ITS YEARNINGS I WILL MAKE YOU FINER
EXCEEDINGLY STRONG.
THAN THE FINEST GOLD:
GOLD MINTED FOR A KING.
KEEP COURAGE.
MY HAND STEADFASTLY WALK
IS AT THE WHEEL.
THE FARTHEST PATHS
MY HAND I’VE MADE FOR YOU
ADJUSTS THE STONE.
AND I WILL MAKE YOU FINER
MY HAND THAN THE FINEST WINE:
KNOWS THE HEAT OF THE FORGE.
WINE DRAWN FOR A KING.
I KNOW
THE STRENGTH OF THE VINE.
I KNOW
THE SWEET AND THE TART
OF THE FRUIT.

I AM THE FOREMOST REFINER.

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THEY BEAT MY SONS AND DAUGHTERS

HOW CAN THIS BE? AND CALL THEM POSSESSED.
THEY SAY THAT THE DAYS OF MIRACLES I AM YOUR LORD AND GOD.
HAVE LONG SINCE PASSED I AM NOT SO MUCH WOOD OR STONE
AND THAT THIS ISN’T MY WAY ANYMORE. TO BE PLACED ON A TABLE
OR LOCKED IN A BOX.
WHAT IS THIS?
THEY SAY THAT THE GIFTS OF THE SPIRIT I AM NOT DEAF.
AREN’T FOR TODAY. I AM NOT BLIND.
AND THAT ONLY EMOTIONAL FOOLS I DO NOT SEEK
LIVE BY MY SPIRIT LEARNED MEN
IN THE WORLD OF TODAY. FULL OF PRIDE.

WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE? I DO NOT WANT

I HAVE POURED OUT MY SPIRIT WORTHLESS OFFERINGS
ON MY SONS AND MY DAUGHTERS. AND MEANINGLESS RITUALS.
SO WHO ARE DISRUPTIVE?
WHO ARE DECEIVED? I HEAR YOU
WHO ARE DISOBEDIENT? WHEN YOU CHANGE
WHO DISHONORS MY CHURCH? MY WORDS
TO FIT
THEY SAY THAT THEY KNOW ME. YOUR FLESHLY WAYS.
THEN WHY DO THEY SAY
THAT I DON’T WORK WONDERS TODAY? I SEE YOU
WHEN YOU HIDE BEHIND
I SEE INTELLECTUAL GIANTS INTELLECTUAL INTERPRETATIONS
WHO HAVE FORGOTTEN THE LOVE OF A SHEPHERD. AND WORLDLY REASONING.
I SEE RULERS RATHER THAN SHEPHERDS
WHO LOOK TO THEIR KNOWLEDGE OF ME IT IS YOU
AND DO NOT KNOW MY WAYS. WHO DO NOT HEAR!
YOU DO NOT HEAR
THIS IS NOT WORSHIP IN SPIRIT AND TRUTH. AND OBEY
THEY WANT ME AS SAVIOR MY SPIRIT.
BUT NOT AS LORD.
THEY INVITE ME INTO THEIR TEMPLE, IT IS YOU
BUT WON’T LET ME PASSED WHO DO NOT SEE!
THE FRONT ROOM. YOU DO NOT SEE
THE FOUL SPIRITS
YOU ARE JUST LIKE ISRAEL YOU SERVE INSTEAD.
IN SO MANY WAYS. . .
STUBBORN IN YOUR FLESH
AND BLIND TO MY WISDOM.

THEY STRIVE WITH MY SPIRIT.

THEY DRIVE OFF MY APOSTLES.
THEY STONE MY PROPHETS.
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IS IT ANY WONDER
IS IT ANY WONDER THE EARTH IS THEY LACK

THE WAY IT IS? MY SPECIFIC GUIDANCE,

MOST OF MY PEOPLE SLEEP MY MORE POWERFUL ANOINTINGS,
OR CHASE THE SIMPLEST OR THE DEEPER WISDOM
OF DREAMS. THAT COMES WITH TRUE
MATURITY?

FEW HAVE SAT AT MY FEET

LONG ENOUGH
TO BE TAUGHT
MY DEEPEST THOUGHTS.

POWER TO OVERCOME DOESN’T

JUST COME
FROM A BOOK,
BUT FROM A HEART,
YIELDED MORE AND MORE
TO MY SPIRIT.

MOST OF MY CHILDREN
ARE TOO BUSY,
LIVING THEIR LIVES,
TO DO MORE
THAN TALK TO ME,
FOR A FEW MINUTES,
ONCE OR TWICE PER WEEK.
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YOU MUST
YOU ARE MADE
ONLY AND ALWAYS
IN MY NAME
LOOK TO ME,
AND IN MY IMAGE.
FOR ANY DIRECTION,
OTHER THAN ME,
YOU WILL WALK
IS CHAOS,
BEFORE KINGS
CONFUSION AND FEAR.
IN THE AUTHORITY
OF THE KING OF KINGS.
WHEN THE GOING IS EASY LOOK
TO ME.
FAR AND NEAR PLACES
WHEN THE GOING IS IMPOSSIBLE
WILL FEEL THE TREAD
LOOK TO ME.
OF YOUR FEET
YOU ARE GOING
AND KNOW MY PRESENCE
WHERE I’VE BEEN
THROUGH YOU.
TO DO THINGS
I’VE ALREADY DONE.
ALTHOUGH THEY LOOK
TO YOU
THEY MUST ALWAYS
SEE ME.

WHEN YOU
TAKE UP THE MANTLE
TO OBEY THE CALL
OF THE SENT,
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HIS LOVE SHINES BRIGHTER THAN

A MILLION SUNS
AND IS MORE PURE THAN SPRING-
FED WATERS.
EXALT AND TREASURE
YES, HE IS MORE LOVING, KIND
THE LOVE OF THE LORD.
AND WISE
THAN ALL HE HAS CREATED.
HIS LOVE HAS PLACED BEAUTY IN
EVERY PLACE,
HE MADE MAN
FROM THE WONDER OF SHIFTING
ONLY SLIGHTLY LOWER THAN THE
SANDS
ANGELS
TO THE MAJESTY OF MOUNTAIN
AND MADE THOSE,
SILHOUETTES.
WHO ASKED
FROM THEIR HEARTS,
THE LOVE OF THE LORD
ONE WITH CHRIST.
LIFTS ME UP.
ON THE WINGS OF PRAISE
WITHOUT GOD MOST HIGH
I KNEEL
THERE IS NOTHING
BEFORE THE MOST HIGH.
AND I AM NOTHING.
DROP BY DROP
FROM GOD MOST HIGH
AND STEP BY STEP,
COMES ALL LOVE
JESUS,
AND ALL THAT EXISTS.
THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD,
MADE THIS POSSIBLE.
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BEHOLD MY GLORY
FOR IT WILL COME AGAIN
IN THE FORM OF MY SON.

HE COMES
AS THE KING OF KINGS,
PRINCE OF PEACE,
THE MIGHTY COUNSELOR,
AND GOD AMONGST MEN.

BUT HE COMES
AS MORE THAN THIS:
HE COMES
AS MY BELOVED SON
IN WHOM
I AM WELL PLEASED.

LET THE SAINTS REJOICE!

LET THE ANGELS SING!
I LOVE MY SON.
I LOVE HIS BRIDE.
MY SPIRIT MAKES US ONE.
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ONLY COME TO ME
MY SON
IN THE MORNING;
THERE IS NO TIME
SEEK MY FACE.
LIKE TODAY.
PRAISE AND ADORE ME.
YIELD TO ME.
THERE IS NO TIME
SIT, WALK, STAND, AND REST
LIKE NOW.
BY MY SPIRIT
THROUGHOUT
LOOK TO ME
THE DAY AND NIGHT.
IN THE MORNING.

IT IS NOT
YESTERDAY HAS GONE.
WHAT YOU CAN DO
FOR ME
WE WILL LOOK
OR EVEN HOW MUCH
TO TOMORROW
YOU CAN DO.
WHEN IT COMES.

WHAT REALLY MATTERS

TOMORROW HAPPENS BECAUSE I
TO ME
ALLOWED
IS YOUR OBEDIENCE
OR ORDAINED
TO MY SPIRIT
WHATEVER COMES TO PASS.
AND OUR
MOMENT BY MOMENT
MOMENT TO MOMENT
RELATIONSHIP.
FROM SUNRISE TO SUNSET,
NOTHING HAPPENS THAT IS
UNKNOWN TO ME.
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COME TO ME WITH PRAISE!

I AM YOUR REFUGE
AND YOUR STRENGTH.

WHEN YOU PRAISE ME

AND MY PRESENCE SURROUNDS
YOU,
WHAT ELSE MATTERS?

FOR IN THE MIDST OF SUFFERING

AND PERSECUTION
OR THE PEACE THAT COMES WITH
HAPPY DAYS,

MY JOY AND PEACE,

WILL FLOW LIKE THE WATER THAT
GUSHED
FROM MOSES’ STONE.

OR LIKE THE LIVING WATER

THAT JESUS, MY SON,
GAVE TO THE WOMAN AT THE
WELL.
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MY WORDS THAT I SPEAK

THROUGH MY SPIRIT
ARE THE LOVE AND POWER
THAT BUILD THE STONES
THAT MAKE
I AM THE KEY TO EVERYDAY.
THE LIVING CHURCH.
WHO IS SAVED
BUT BY MY GRACE?
ALL WHO FOLLOW
MY WORD
MY SPIRIT,
SETS THE CAPTIVE FREE.
IN SIMPLE OBEDIENCE,
HOLD THE KEYS
MY TOUCH
FOR WORKING THE STONE
HEALS THE WOUNDED
AND FILLING THE BREACHES.
BODY, SPIRIT AND SOUL.
MY INDWELLING PRODUCES
HOLINESS AND POWER.

I AM THE GATE.
ALL WHO HAVE COME
TO THE FATHER,
COME ONLY THROUGH ME.

I AM THE WISDOM,
STRENGTH AND LOVE
NEEDED TO DO
MY FATHER’S WORK.
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Has the glory of God departed
from your house?
Is this a question you’ve asked?
Or is this a question you’ve denied,
Then secretly pondered.
Do you think I want yielded hearts
Or people who defend their doctrine
At all cost?
I said contend for the faith,
not for the minor points of specific beliefs.
I said beware of the doctrines of devils,
Not the personal beliefs of those
Christians,
Who do not worship in your house.
When I said that your faith has saved you,
Did I mean that your faith
In your specific statements,
Concerning your individual beliefs,
In the many points of My Word,
has saved you?
Your faith that I have REDEEMED YOU
Has saved you.
Why do My children play
With scissors and paste,
Cutting up My Word
To fit their special doctrine?
Why do you see little passages of My Word
& miss the great truths of My Whole Word?
Why do you quote little scriptures
From memory
And totally skip what is being said,
By the chapter, by the book,
Or My Whole Word?
You fine tune your intellect
And ignore My Spirit.
As for those of you who claim
To walk by My Spirit . . .
Why have you ran away and not returned,
Following My First Rhema to you?
You have given up My Spirit
To walk by your flesh.
So the flesh grows fat while the spirit
starves
And you ask why?
Had you continued to walk in My Spirit
You would not have this question to ask.
Why do most of My children stubbornly
build
Doctrinal walls of flesh and intellect
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To resist walking in My Spirit and fully
obeying Me?
Why do you continue to resist My
Spirit
In the same way that Israel resisted
My prophets?
Or like the temple priests and religious
officials
Who came against My Son Jesus Christ?
Or in the way of the Jews and Gentiles
Who persecuted My apostles
Because they followed the way of My
Spirit?
Have you forgotten Stephen the Martyr?
Do you remember what really angered his
persecutors?
Can’t you see the parallel of today
Caused by misguided children who place
Their flesh and organizations ahead of
Obeying My Spirit?
Many of you meet week by week, to
worship Me,
With your form of worship,
While resisting or denying My Spirit.
At the same time you ask:
Why aren’t our prayers answered?
Why aren’t more people joining the
church?
Why aren’t people healed in our church?
Why aren’t we blessed?
Why don’t we prosper?
Why don’t we lead victorious lives?
Why don’t the Gifts of the Spirit
Operate like they did in the early church?
The answer of the flesh and the intellect
Is that I don’t work wonders today.
Or that you have to bring famous people
To the local churches.
Or go to the grand cathedrals
Of the rich and famous.
My answer is the answer most of you
don’t wish to hear.
Will you look only to Me?
Will you believe only in Me?
Or your assorted personal beliefs?
Are you willing to submit to My Spirit at all
times?
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Will you love Me and obey Me every I SEE IN ONE MOMENT?

moment of the day?
Are you willing to die DAILY to the flesh
So that I can purify you from the FRUIT OF
THE FLESH?
And mature you in the FRUIT OF THE
SPIRIT?
Are you willing to react to each situation
With My Spirit rather than your flesh?
Are you willing to become more and more
Like Christ and less and less like you?
Count the cost and then give Me your
answer.
But remember My child: if you sow to the
flesh
You will reap to the flesh.
If you sow to the Spirit,
You will reap of the Spirit.
HOW HAS IT COME TO PASS
THAT WHEN SO MANY
PROFESS TO KNOW ME
THEY DO NOT?
O’ THEY MEET TO TALK ABOUT ME,
SING A FEW SONGS
AND MAYBE LISTEN
TO A TESTIMONY OR TWO,
THEN PROMPTLY FORGET
WHAT THEY’VE HEARD.
CAN YOU GUESS HOW MANY SNORE
AS MY SHEPHERDS SPEAK?
CAN YOU SEE MILLIONS OF GLARING GOATS
AWAKENED DURING A MOMENT
OF HEART-FELT PRAISE
OR STERN ADMONITION?
WHAT OF THE SLEEPING SHEEP
WHO SLEEP WITH THEIR EYES WIDE OPEN?
AND TO HEAR THEM SAY, “AMEN!”
OR “PRAISE THE LORD!”
I AM SO THANKFUL FOR THE FEW
WHO LOVE THEIR WALK WITH ME.
BUT O’ THE FOOLISH SHEPHERDS
WHO DEAL SO HARSHLY
WITH MY BELLWETHERS.
O’ THE FOOLISH SHEPHERDS
WHO COMPROMISE
BY SINGING LULLABIES
AND PREACHING FAIRY TALES.
INSTEAD OF THE TRUTHS
OF MY WORD
THAT I WANT HEARD.

BE PREPARED MY CHILDREN
SO VERY PRECIOUS TO ME. . . THERE IS WORSE TO COME.
A FEW TRULY SEEK ME THE SPIRITUALLY DEAF AND BLIND
AND LOOK TO ME WILL INCREASE
TO LEAD THEIR LIVES. AND GROW DEEPLY
IN THEIR TWISTED WAYS.
MANY JUST WANT TO GET THEIR HOUR IN
WITH AS LITTLE EFFORT AS POSSIBLE WITH LONG CLAWS
AND CAN’T WAIT TO GET BACK HOME. AND GREAT POWERS
THEY WILL CURSE
CAN YOU GUESS THE NUMBER AND PERSECUTE
OF OCCUPIED WOODEN BUILDINGS MY OVER-COMERS.
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HOWEVER,
MY WORDS SHALL COME TO PASS
IN THE WAYS I INTEND.
I WILL PREPARE SONS AND DAUGHTERS,
WHO WILL GROW HEARTILY
UNDER MY SPECIAL CARE
AND LEARN THE WISDOM OF MY WAYS.
I SHALL MANIFEST MY LOVE, MY GRACE,
AND MY POWER THROUGH THEM.
THERE IS NO GLORY IN THE SELF.
YOU WILL AGREE
UNLESS YOU ASK
SOMEONE OTHER THAN ME.
IT IS THE LAST BASTION
OF TERRIBLE DRAGONS.
A SHADOWY PLACE WHERE DARKNESS
ALWAYS COMES EARLY.
THE HOME OF OWLS, SNAKES AND TOADS.
THE LAND IS STONY,
YET THE SHALLOW GROUND IS RICH.
SCRUB TREES, NETTLES AND BRIARS
GROW HIGH INTO THE SKY.
MY LOVE CAN PENETRATE THESE PLACES.
PARADISE CAN BE RESTORED.
BEFORE YOU CAME TO ME
YOU HELD YOUR REVELS THERE.
MY CHILDREN OFTEN FAIL TO RAZE
THESE UNHOLY HIGH PLACE SHRINES.
I MUST OFTEN LET THEM LOSE THEMSELVES
THEREIN BEFORE THEY CRY TO ME.
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THE ROAD TO RESTORATION
IS LONG AND DIFFICULT.
IF YOU YIELD
AND CONTINUE TO YIELD
TO MY CLEARING, BURNING,
DIGGING AND PRUNING,
YOU WILL BECOME INCREASINGLY
HOLY AND PURE.
BEFORE MY WORK IS DONE THE SEL F
LIKE A DEEPLY ROOTED STUMP
MAKES ITS RESISTANCE KNOWN TO ME.
WERE IT A MERE DEAD TREE,
I COULD PLUCK IT OUT,
BUT IT IS YOUR WIL L
THAT CONSTANTLY CONFRONTS ME.
ONCE YOUR I SAID I LIKE
CERTAIN SENSUAL PLEASURES
MORE THAN OBEYING YOU.
NOW YOUR I SAYS:
“II AM A CHRISTIAN!”
“II WOULD NEVER THINK SUCH
AN UNCLEAN THOUGHT!”
“II WOULD NEVER COMMIT
SUCH A SIN AS THAT!”
“II HAVE POURED MYSELF OUT
FOR OTHERS!”
“II HAVE GIVEN UP MUCH
TO WALK WITH GOD!”
“II AM AN OVER-COMER!”
“II AM ESPECIALLY ANOINTED
AND MIGHTILY USED OF GOD!”
THE FINAL BATTLES
OVER SEL F
ARE NOT THE EASIEST.
The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams 22

YOUR ENEMY KNOWS THE TERRAIN AM WELL AS YOUR SAVIOR.

AND FIGHTS BOTH SAVAGELY
AND WITH DEADLY SUBTLETY
I AM YOUR FATHER.
DURING THESE TIMES.
I AM YOUR COMFORTING SPIRIT.
R EME MBER : I AM YOUR ETERNAL COMPANION.
EVEN THOUGH MY WORKMANSHIP
HAS REALLY CHANGED YOU, AS YOUR LORD
YOU ARE NOT MADE PERFECT, I COULD DEMAND
UNTIL AFTER YOU ARRIVE TO LIVE WITH ME,
THE KEYS TO EVERY ROOM,
IN MY ETERNAL HOME.
BUT I WANT YOUR LOVE
AND NOT YOUR FEAR
TO OFFER THE KEYS TO ME.

BEHOLD WITH THE HOLY SPIRIT WHY DO YOU INSIST

CHRIST KNOCKING ON LOCKING THE DOORS
AT THE HEART’S-DOOR. TO ROOMS HIDING SECRETS
THAT I ALREADY KNOW?
I AM ETERNALLY HAPPY
FOR THOSE WHO OPEN I KNOW EACH AND EVERY INCH
THE DOOR TO ME. OF EACH AND EVERY ROOM!
I KNOW THE DARK SECRETS
BUT WHO HAS INVITED ME TO SEE THAT LIE HIDDEN
THE REST OF THEIR GRAND HOUSE? IN EVERY BOLTED CHAMBER.
I WATCHED YOU PUT THEM THERE.
I ENJOY COMING TO DINNER
OR JUST TO CHAT A WHILE. DIDN’T I DRAW THE PLANS
I LIKE TO REMINISCE. AND BUILD THE HOUSE?
I DESIRE TO KNOW THAT YOU APPRECIATE I CREATED YOU FOR A PURPOSE
ME AND UNVEILED YOU
FOR WHO I AM AT THE PROPER TIME.
AND WHAT I’VE DONE FOR YOU. WHEN YOU ASKED ME
INTO YOUR HEART,
BUT I AM MORE THAN AN ACQUAINTANCE. DID YOU KNOW
I AM MORE THAN A FRIEND. THAT ON THE VERY DAY I DIED,
I AM YOUR LORD I LOOKED DOWN THE YEARS
The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams 23

AND SAW YOU? WHO HAS ALWAYS BEEN

AND SHALL ALWAYS BE!
I HAVE KNOWN YOU
FOR A LONG TIME.
HE IS SO MIGHTY THAT DEATH
I AM YOUR SAVI OR
AND CORRUPTION
A ND I AM YOUR L ORD .
CANNOT TOUCH HIM.
HIS LOVE AND WISDOM
CANNOT BE MEASURED.

THERE IS NOTHING WE NEED

HOW GRAND THAT HE CANNOT PROVIDE.

AND GLORIOUS EVEN THOUGH HE HAS GIVEN US

IS OUR GOD SO MUCH,

ABOVE ALL MEASURE! IN HIS LOVE

SUCH GLORY! HE WANTS TO GIVE US
SUCH MAJESTY! SO MUCH MORE.

OUR LORD REIGNS. LET US PRAISE HIM

THERE IS NONE ABOVE HIM. AND OBEY HIM!

THERE IS NONE BESIDE HIM LET US GRATEFULLY ACCEPT EACH

EXCEPT JESUS GIFT HE GIVES!

AND THE SPIRIT LET US SERVE HIM

MAKES THEM ONE. WITH JOYOUS SHOUTS!
LET US SERVE HIM
WE WORSHIP HIM WITH YIELDED LIVES.

WHO REIGNS SUPREME. LET US BOW

WE WORSHIP HIM TO HIS INFINITE GREATNESS.
The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams 24

LET US SERVE HIM

FOREVER TIMES FOREVER!

HE WILL NEVER LOVE US LESS

OR TIRE OF OUR LOVE
WHICH CANNOT EQUAL HIS.
The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams 25

WORSHIP ME
O’ YE NATIONS LIVE FOR ME
FOR THE LEAVES AND YOUR LIGHT
OF THE TREES ARE DRYING AND WILL ALWAYS SHINE.
FALLING AWAY. IT MAY SPUTTER OR WANE
BUT MY LIGHT
BECAUSE OF MY WISDOM LIGHT WILL BE ITS LIGHT.
STILL SHINES
IN THE DARKEST PLACES. LIVE ONLY FOR YOURSELF
AND YOUR LIGHT
EVEN SO, MANY CANDLES WILL JUST CAST SHADOWS
LINE THE WINDOWS ON THE WALL.
OF THE WORLD
BUT THE WINDS LIVE ONLY FOR YOURSELF
HAVE BLOWN THEM OUT. AND WHEN YOUR LIGHT DIES,
THE DARKNESS WILL GO ON
BE NOT DISMAYED. ENDLESSLY.
TRUST IN ME.
CANDLE WICKS YOU DO NOT HAVE
THAT WERE SNUFFED OUT TO LIGHT THE WORLD.
CAN BURN ONCE MORE. I THROUGH MY BODY WILL LIGHT
THE WORLD.
MANY CANDLES
CAN BE REKINDLED JUST SHINE BRIGHTLY
BY JUST ONE CANDLE AS YOU WALK
THAT DIES TO SELF, WHERE I LEAD.
BUT LIVES ON THROUGH ME.
The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams 26

WHO REALLY
DOESN’T KNOW ME?

MIGHT SOMEONE THINK THEY

HAVE THEM
WHEN THEY DO NOT?

MY SPIRIT
WHERE ARE THE KEYS KNOWS THE TRUTH.

TO THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN?

I HAVE GIVEN THE KEYS.
DO THEY GATHER DUST
IN SOME FORGOTTEN ABBEY? I KNOW WHAT THEY ARE,
WHERE THEY ARE
DO THEY RUST AND THE DOORS
IN THE SEWERS OF ROME THEY SHALL OPEN.

OR GREECE?
ALWAYS.
OR HAVE I LEFT THEM
SOMEWHERE
SO LONG AGO
THAT THEIR LOCATION
IS A MYSTERY
EVEN TO ME?

WOULD I GIVE THEM

TO SOMEONE
The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams 27

AND I MIGHT FIND SOMEONE,

JESUS, THERE IS NONE LIKE YOU! BUT NONE LIKE YOU.
SON OF THE MOST HIGH
YOU ARE YOUR FATHER’S SON. YES, I MIGHT FIND SOMEONE,
BUT NONE LIKE YOU,
THE FATHER’S SPIRIT WHO LOVES ME, GRIEVES FOR ME,
RESIDES IN YOU DISCIPLINES AND TEACHES ME.
AND YET IT IS SAID
THAT ALL OF THE HEAVENS AND EARTH WHERE COULD I FIND ANOTHER
CANNOT CONTAIN HIS GLORY. WHO CAN MOLD ME
INTO ANOTHER SON,
HOW CAN WE EXALT YOU WHO EAGERLY AWAITS THE TIME,
JESUS THAT WE SHALL BECOME AS ONE,
AS YOU DESERVE? IN THE HOLY CITY THAT IS TO COME?
HOW CAN WE MAGNIFY
A GLORY SO VAST
THAT IT TRANSCENDS OUR COMPREHENSION?

WHO ELSE COULD SIT

AT THE FATHER’S RIGHT HAND?

NONE OTHER IS WORTHY

TO READ THE SCROLLS
THAN THE LION
WHO IS THE LAMB.

I COULD SEARCH EVERY DARK HALL

AND EVERY FACE
AMID THE THRONGS
OF BLINDED PEOPLE
AND NOT FIND YOU.

I COULD EXPLORE
THE HANGING GARDENS

AND GREAT MANSIONS OF THE WORLD