The Old Man Of Self Too Easily Defaults To The Things Of The Flesh—The Enemy Has The Old Man Bluffed
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Yesterday I opened MB Blog Pages on my reader and was taken on a spirit trip that left me thrilled, excited, and full of fight for the battle. It was an experience I don’t often have, so this time I stopped to analyze what the magic was. I realized the secret is in how I approach the Wine I am drinking. It’s all about faith, of course. I hold the cup up, I look at it, and I say to myself, “This Wine is going to make me high.” I have a choice to make, of course. The first step is to really believe what I’m saying to myself—not based on my feelings, but based on the fact that the Word says it will. Believe it or not, that is a deep secret.
The Devil’s highs must perform instantly, otherwise you wouldn’t be tempted by them. The highs of the High King don’t work the same way, for He is not here to tempt us with false highs; He is not leading us into a trap as the dark hunter is. The High King is building His Kingdom within you with true stones—rock-solid truths that work, but only for the faithful.
“Faithful” is a Key with a double edge. You have to swing that Key-turned-sword in faith, and you have to be faithful to do it every day –with or without feelings or highs. The high is there, but you will not feel it with your sick senses, those earthly senses that leaves you coming again and again to the sugar-water well dug in the earth of Satan’s system.
You must feel it from within the spirit; you have to travel behind the veil—at first difficult to pierce, but through persistent, believing faith you slice through it to gain your reward: that of a solid, immovable faith that you are indeed on the right path. It is full of battles and trials—that is what tells you the path is true and narrow. It is the warrior’s path, so keep climbing. The artificial highs of the enemy leave you lying in bed, an old man, uninterested in spiritual warfare and true adventure.
After finishing Word time, I paused the app. I had every intention of coming back for more of David’s fighting serum (PDF)—not because of some fake addiction, but because that unique New Wine opened my eyes to what the dark hunter was up to, and I knew the only way to avoid his next trap was to get back into the Wine as soon as possible.
So I paused the app and looked at the time—I’d been listening for about an hour and a half. Then my eyes fell on how much more Wine was left in my goblet, and I could see that I’d hardly touched it. Although I was thirstily gulping it down, there were still 175 hours left in my cup. And that is MB Blog Pages alone. The other bottles are on the shelf; they are labeled podcasts, compilations, the older vintages—oh, surely rivers to swim in.
Do you want a high that one day you will never come back from? Then there’s the portal: pull out your swords, cut through the dark mist of Satan, and start heading toward Paradise.
Example by Illustration
Prophecy: My name is Elatia. I have come on another, more urgent mission—one even more critical than the one you will read about this morning. I’ve come with my sword in hand, to teach you the art of spiritual warfare. Will you come with me? Will you yield yourself—will you give yourself to this mission?
Journey to Gragau – (JTG) ““Yes, I will come with you!—Can you assure me that my body will be safe while I’m gone.” I replied in full faith and determination. “I can assure you.” Having said that, she added, “I will prepare you now for the journey ahead, for it will not be an easy one. “Having said that, the figure on the horse suddenly pulled out her sword and without a word of warning thrust the point into my chest.
I let out a startled gasp and stumbled backward, but I felt no pain, rather a warm, reassuring strengthening filled every fiber of my being. The blade glowed momentarily and then emitted a burst of light that engulfed my body. I felt myself being transformed in an instant. I was no longer an aging man in the autumn of my life but I was young again, strong and youthful like the figure on the horse.
I felt so very alive, and full of the desire for an adventure. I was overflowing with wild exuberance and youthful abandon, ready to rush in where angels and old men fear to tread.”
Prophecy: I am warrior class (Video), as you are. I come with my sword; however, this sword is no normal sword. Although it often functions as a normal sword, in slaying the enemies of God, it also has special, unique qualities that, when wielded in the hands of a true warrior, are unassailable.
Today I am here to show an example: the art of wielding your sword in battle with the evil ones that surround you, for they would see you stricken down before you reach your goal. I am here to teach you through illustration. So the first step is to allow me to thrust the point of my sword into your chest. Be at liberty to gasp if you feel the need; for the true power of my sword to set a captive free to fight on comes through yielding—you must allow its tip to pierce your heart.
For indeed you need transforming. You need freedom from the cage of that aging old man of self. You need the spirit of a youthful warrior coursing through your spiritual veins; you need to feel your spiritual heart beating with the adrenaline of a warrior fighting in hand-to-hand battle. You need your spiritual eyes opened to what is happening around you.
I hold in my hand my personal Keys-turned-to-sword (PDF)—a multifaceted sword empowered by many different Keys that come in when called upon, right at the exact time their particular power is required. Sometimes they strike the enemy; at times they strike you, just as they did with Travis, and as they will with you if you yield to their piercing. Sometimes they work alone; at other times they work in tandem. But all have one purpose: to overcome and defeat the enemy.
The enemy’s greatest fear is when the warrior lays his hand upon the Keys. He fears what the Keys become when heated by the desperateness of the warrior’s grasp. So the enemy attacks the warrior’s faith—faith that the Key can help him in his battle. The enemy attacks fiercely and relentlessly, because when the Keys come to life through the faith the warrior has in them, then the forces of Hell cannot assail.
To finish this mission we must place our entire faith in the Keys, for it is the Keys turned to swords that will cut through all that the enemy is throwing at us right now.
The old man of self too easily defaults to the things of the flesh—the support of the smoking reed, the broken links that, when followed, take you to a “404 not found” page. The enemy has the old man bluffed, the warrior left hamstrung and unable to run to the battle. The enemy places his keys in your hand, saying, “These be your keys.” –Drop them; they are poison. They are serpents that bite, not bring to life as the Keys of the Kingdom bring to life.
It is all in the application of God’s Word. Pick up and read the New New Wine with expectant faith, and the portals will open. The spirit trip will be real, leaving you nourished and fortified, instead of discouraged, despondent, and wanting more of the Devil’s keys turned to sugary, addictive candy cane.
Jesus speaking: Resolve to make a concerted effort to hide the Key promises in your heart; then call on the Keys for the power to carry out your resolution. This is a vital step in letting your Keys be turned to swords.
The Words I speak to you are spirit and life; the Keys I give you are strength, power, and victory. When you feel a blockage in the spirit—when something is holding you back—don’t tolerate such a hindrance. Wield the power of the Keys turned to swords, and remove the blockages in My Name. (End of message from Jesus.)
“The keys will fight for you when you cannot fight. Call for the keys of the Kingdom to be turned to swords, and they will slay the dragons of discouragement and despair that oppress you.”
(JTG) “Without further objection I jumped over onto the other horse. Elatia handed me the reins. Then, before letting her horse have a drink, she took her sword and plunged it into the water. It bubbled violently. “Just a precaution,” she said. “Most of the water in this region is cursed, and would only make one thirstier.”
Prophecy: Just a precaution: never drink anything that you haven’t plunged your Key of Prophecy into first. You are on the battlefield—do you think there are delightful little streams tinkling by your blood-soaked trench? Not so, warrior band. The draft you are seeking is hanging on your utility belt. The streams around here are poisonous, the pools polluted. Dip your sword into them first; if they be of man, then they will surely poison you.
(JTG) “There was no sign of this wonderful place called Sanctuary or Paradise, that Elatia had said was not far away. The sandstorm stood like a great silicon barrier blocking our sight as well as our way. The torrent of driven sand, traveling with such a force that the swirling grains stung my skin, filled my lungs until I began to cough violently. It was impossible to breathe in this blinding vortex of misery.
I coughed violently and felt Elatia dismount and draw her sword as she led the horse still deeper into the storm cloud. She seemed to cut away at the swirling sand until a patch of open ground was cleared, and I could see what appeared to be a bridge leading to an entrance just the other side of this very wide and very deep chasm. Across this gulf I could see beautiful hills and white houses surrounded by lovely trees and gardens.”
Prophecy: We, your warriors of the faith (PDF), surround you. We ride with you through the vortex of horrors; we see you coughing—some violently. We come with our swords in hand to assist you, to cut a path through Hell’s darkness that we may find a way through this sandstorm from Hell. Pick up your swords. Fight alongside us. Assist us as we cut our way through this blinding torrent of driving sand.
(JTG) “This was the only time I had seen Elatia looking perplexed. She drew her sword and began probing the air. She was obviously trying to find the hidden entrance to the world above which stood hidden somewhere around here. The question was, could she find it before our attacker found us?
“There are a number of portals leading up to the heavenlies,” she said. “They are mainly used by angels doing regular patrol duties, but on occasion they can be used for other purposes, such as transporting souls quickly away from these zones controlled by the Devil. They are like tunnels in the spirit that sometimes appear as having stairs or a ladder in them or simply a chute that leads upwards. They are not unlike the access tube I brought you through to this world.
Only these are accessible from any dimension of the spirit and take you straight up if you can find them.” I claimed the verse, “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.” And also the verse, ”Behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it: for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word, and hast not denied my name.“
And as I was meditating on the verses I began to see as though in a dream, a portal not far from where we stood. It was not clear at all, but sort of wavy and out of focus. I dismounted quickly and ran to it and knocked where it appeared to be. A huge door made of some unknown substance slid open. Elatia was delighted and looked very relieved. But she told me not to enter the portal myself. “Stop!” Elatia warned me. “Do not enter that portal or you will be dead for sure.”
I could feel a force at work drawing me into it. It was a very pleasant sort of a body magnetism that felt wonderfully liberating. As though all the cares and concerns of my life were going to be lifted off of me, no more climbing the stairs to my dingy apartment, no more feeling hungry, no more street gangs hassling me. No more riding through Hell and the desert ….
Suddenly I felt a firm hand take hold of my shoulder and pull me back from this liberating and inebriating feeling of bliss. It was Elatia reminding me to stop, as my time had not come yet. “It isn’t your time to go yet, we still have things to do down here.” Her words came to me as echoes in a thick fog, and it took me several moments to return to my senses.”
Prophecy: Now that is teamwork. This is how our High King set up the strategy: we all must do our part to open the veil for the forces of God to pour through, and to also secure our escape. It is given to the enemy to take full control of this world… but we don’t intend to be around when that day arrives.
The plan is this: we will fight to the summit, to the last beacon. And when it is lit, Lambda One picks up the call. He and the fleet will arrive just in the nick of time to shuttle us and those we’ve rescued through our prayers, out of this mess, leaving the Devil to gloat –but only for a short time– before the Wrath of God falls.
Meanwhile, we are on our way to the Marriage Supper with all the invited guests… and well, you know the rest of the story, because it is in that Wine goblet you’ve been gulping down.
(JTG) “The air was acrid and thick with smoke that made breathing difficult. At last we entered a level containing a large cell with a number of people in chains. All around them was an atmosphere of doom and gloom. They seemed to be the most hopeless and lost souls of all behind the grim prison doors that appeared securely locked.
But to my surprise Elatia said happily, “Well, here they are.” And she took her sword and struck the lock. Instantly the door opened to my surprise and to the amazement of the prisoners inside, who let out a cheer and began to praise the Lord for His great love and mercy.”
(JTG) “Elatia must have seen the look of concern in my eyes as my faith flickered like a candle in a draft. She turned back to me and hugged me warmly again and thanked me for our special time together. Then she took out her sword. I recoiled! She laughed a little at my obvious lack of trust. But this time I was more prepared and with some reluctance I submitted to her thrusting it into me.
I then experienced an overwhelming sense of well-being and completeness as the light filled me to overflowing. How fulfilled I felt at having been allowed to go on this mission and how thankful that Elatia had been my partner. Gradually my youthful body transformed back to its former shape. The last thing I remember was Elatia’s smiling face and her bending over me to give me a warm affectionate kiss. Then I felt myself slipping away as though I were being carried by some strong currents.
A great rushing sensation surrounded me as I was transported back through the spiritual dimension to my apartment. I awakened lying in my bed staring at the ceiling. I struggled to my feet and realized that I had just been granted a second incredible journey into the amazing world of the spirit. The wonderful spirit body I had enjoyed was now gone and I had my old self back with all its limitations.
I looked over at the wall where the portal had been, but it was a wall again. The entrance to Hell was thankfully sealed over. I had just spent a day in Hell and survived. I reflected a moment on the unfathomable mercy that God has, and the fact that no matter where a soul is, His loving presence can find and deliver them.
I marveled that no matter where a soul is, even if they were dead and in the lowest parts of hell, the Lord’s love can find them. As the psalmist wrote in Psalm 139, “If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell (Video), behold, thou art there.”
Prophecy: That overwhelming sense of well‑being and completeness is just one stab of the sword away. The sword is in your hand—or, if you are reticent, then ask one of us to jab the Keys-turned-to-sword deep into your heart. Be brave; bravery is what warriors do, it’s what they are all about. That’s how they earn their seat in the Hall of Warriors.
I am Elatia. With all my heart—and there are tears in my eyes as I speak—I tell you I am as real as you are. I am not dead; I am alive. I kneel before you; we are one, for I too died as a young person, giving my life to a cause whose end I could not yet see. I’m pleading with you, my kin, my blood, my fellow warriors: come die as I died.
Don’t forsake this once‑in‑an‑eternity chance to run through enemy lines to light the beacon as you shout to those sleeping in their soft system beds:
Awake, Athenians, awake! The enemy is upon you; the enemy is upon you!
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