The Cliffs: 2024 Word

This word was hard for me to write. My soul has been tired and to add one more vision to the mix of what I am carrying has felt too much. So even though I have heard Him speak and I can see shadows of what is to come; I haven’t wanted to truly look. I keep hearing the word, “intentional.” It’s an action and weapon that we need to walk in and hold.

The Word

I am restless as I stand on this precipice. Standing on the edge of a series of cliffs, a door appears in front of me. It’s hovering about a foot and a half from the cliff's edge. A dark midnight blue door with a gold handle and hinges. In order to see I must take a step off of the cliff's edge and walk through the door. The wind picked up around me and on the wind, I heard, “Do you trust Me?” I heard laughter on The Wind. My fear and hesitation, my tired soul, was not concerning the Spirit on the wind. He did not see what my emotions saw and felt, what He saw was victory. The Wind stirred around me, “perspective!” The Wind whispered. The Wind pushed against my back and the midnight blue door opened in front of me, “go through!” The Wind whispered.

I stepped through the door and I was now on a trodden path. Woods all around, this path was like a highway of times gone by. A well-beaten path, it was nothing but dirt and potholes dotting the road. I looked down and realized I was carrying a small duffle bag. I opened it up and I saw I was carrying stones. On the stones, words were written. I pulled one out and realized it was a moment in my life that I was currently carrying. I pulled out another stone and yet again it was another moment in my life. This bag was made up of moments that were causing me to trudge and not to walk in stride.

A man in a brown tunic suddenly appeared in front of me. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a gentle smile. His physique said nobility, but his clothes spoke of humility. He wore a cream sleeveless overcoat over his brown tunic and had brown sandals on his feet. He looked at me and smiled gently, “May I?” He asked. I lifted my duffle bag to him. Without removing it from me, he reached in and arranged the rocks in my bag. “It is your perspective that matters. You’ve been carrying your rocks incorrectly.” He looked me in the eyes and his smile faded. His eyes turned very serious. “You must learn to carry what you are given and dispose of what you are not. This is the season of the cliffs. You are going to be asked to do things that do not make sense. You are going to see things that are unusual because heaven and earth are colliding. You are going to hear things that you have not heard before. It’s the Season of the Cliffs.”

I stared at him very puzzled. “You are speaking in riddles, sir,” I said. His smile came back, “2023 was the Year of Alignment. That season is shifting, you are coming into a new season. How did you do in 2023? Your heart has done well, but,” he pointed to the bag, “you’re still learning.” He reached back into the bag and rearranged the stones and suddenly I dropped to the ground under the weight. “What did you do that for?!” I exclaimed. He chuckled and rearranged them again. “Stand,” he said. I stood. “The stones you carry aren’t more than you can bear, it's how you carry them. Are you carrying them with Jesus or on your own? As you walk the stones will shift. You must be intentional to bring the stones to the Lord daily or the rearrangement will bring you to your knees.”

The wind began to pick up. I saw dust devils on the road. The trees began to bend in the wind and I began to look around for shelter. The sky was turning dark and I heard thunder in the distance. The angel put his hand on my shoulder, “Hold steady,” he said. “You’re in the Season of the Cliffs.”

“What does that even mean?!” I asked again. He smiled, “Do you remember in Navigation how you were walking on a narrow path and each person had the choice to be tethered at their spine? This Year of Alignment sets you up for the series of faith jumps and intentional moments that are to come in 2024. You were on a precipice and a door appeared in front of you. You will be taken to the cliffs again and again. To the edge and asked to jump or walk through the door before you. The cliffs represent a season of faith. Do not be fooled by what you see, but look at what you cannot see.”

I heard a terrible howling in the wind, like a wounded dog, but with a growl in the throat that made me think he was angry and injured. The howling grew louder as we stood our ground in the middle of the path. The sky had darkened and I saw purple and green lightning. The Wind whipped around us, dancing, as though in oblivion to the howling, growling monster coming our direction. “Shouldn’t we take shelter?” I asked the angel. His eyes darting around us, he shook his head, “No.” He looked at me as he began to draw a sword that appeared on his side, “Stand your ground.” I looked down and in my hand was a sword. Where did that come from? It began to lift on its own and he and I both held them out in a warning and defensive stance.

All of a sudden through one of the dust devils I saw a massive black dog. His teeth were exposed and his green eyes flashed. Every hair on his body stood at attention. I thought he was some kind of cross between the Hound of Baskerville and a werewolf! His paws were the size of a lion's paw. His shoulders were the height of a six-foot man. He sauntered towards us, “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He walked in a circle around us. His breath smelled like sulfur. He paused in front of the Angel, looking him in the eye. This dog was somewhere between seven and eight feet tall!

“Did you come to stop me? Hmmm, Gabriel?” The Monster dog chuckled. The Angel looked him in the eye, “No, I did not. Your time is legal, but I will return with Michael when it is not and you will be beheaded.” The dog began to growl and circle us again. The dog paused in front of me and looked down at me, his hot breath pouring over me. I began to feel sick. “I want to eat her!” He said with a chuckle. “She would be a tasty snack!”

“I am no snack!” I heard myself say and I looked up at the dog with some kind of boldness I did not know I possessed. I felt myself lift my sword towards its neck, “get out of my face, you dog!” My spirit was bold, but my flesh was screaming, “You’re an idiot and about to be snack food!” He growled at me, his green eyes shifting to black before returning back to their bright green. “Well, well, you’ve got spunk. Do you even know who I am? I could devour you.”

“You are the next giant to enter. You are Hatred, which is why your breath stinks so badly.” I looked behind him and saw Division and the Giant for the Children, Identity. “My friends,” he growled, still watching me. I looked at Division and he was dressed in a very clean-cut suit. The Giant for the Children still reminded me of something out of Hansel and Gretel, appearing to be kind and honest, but in reality, he was waiting to eat you. Offense came with a stack of legal papers and handed them to Division. The Dog snatched the papers out of the offense's hands before Division could take them, “you serve me,” he growled.

The dog of Hatred began to laugh as he read over the papers. “You guys have allowed me to rule!” His eyes snapped back to mine. “You have flung the door wide open for me to walk through. There is nothing you can do to stop me.”

The Wind began to whip around me. I replied, “You are right, there is nothing I can do, but I do not come in myself. I did not step into this vision in myself, but I came in the Name of the Lord.” I heard the sound of the ticking clock and the gong of the hour. “Your time has come, but it’s only for a season. We are not left unarmed and you are only allowed to do what is legal in the courts of Heaven.” I felt my duffle bag shift and I opened it up. New rocks were inside. I pulled one of them out and the word “honor” appeared on it. I pulled another and it became a heart of forgiveness. I pulled yet another and it became “mercy”. I smiled and looked at the Dog of Hatred. His eyes turned black and he growled, drool dripping from his mouth. He wanted to eat me, but he could not, because I carried the heart and nature of God. I was in alignment.

I heard the angel say, “Operate from honor, from the love that sent Jesus to the cross, from the authority of the resurrection of Jesus Christ.“ I felt the Wind pick up again. “This may be the year the Giant of Hatred comes, but it is also the year of My Spirit.” The Wind stopped and I turned around and saw Jesus. “I am pouring out My Spirit upon my people. What did I promise would come in 2020? Miracles, My Spirit, the dead would rise! I have not forgotten My promises. You will see My Spirit pour out onto man. Conflict will rise, and the streets will run red, but that is the temper tantrum against My victory, My Spirit. Over the next few months as the seasons shift, I will give strategy and instruction on how to navigate this season. America is splitting, the division will manifest, and the separation of churches from My Spirit and of governments from My Spirit will take place. Do not fear, do not worry. Your weapon for the moment is intentionality. Get your house in order, get your heart in alignment. The time is now. You have heard me say this for years, but a year to you is but an hour to me. The hour for this grace is not yet up. Things right now are in flux and in and out of time. Don’t get hung up on the timeline. We are doing things in the chronological timeline of Heaven, not of Earth. Do not worry.”

I heard a rumble overhead and lightning struck the tree to my right and a shadowed figure appeared from the smoke. “Be aware of the storms,” Jesus said. “Go back and read the instructions I have already given you. I am in some storms and I am not in others. The battle for territory is in these storms. Do not fear. Speak to the storms and they will obey My Spirit and My authority. They will stay within their boundaries or be dealt with harshly. 2024 is the year where We will sit in court. Things will shift as We examine the hearts of the people. Pray for mercy. Remember, I go after the one.”

Suddenly I was back at the cliff's edge. The midnight blue door was gone. The Wind whipped around me. His Spirit with me. I sat down on the cliff's edge and looked down at the ocean below as the waves crashed against the rocks. The sound of the howling monster dog in the distance. I felt such a sense of peace despite the dog's howl because His Spirit was dancing around me. We have the victory. It doesn’t matter what we see, but what matters is what HE sees. It’s going to be good!