The House
“14 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14
The Vision
I was standing in the front yard of an old Victorian home with a wrap-around front porch. It was two stories tall, with a third-floor attic that had two front-facing windows overlooking the street. A square turret stood three full stories on the left of the home. The house was Gothic Victorian in style instead of the delicate and beautiful curvature of most Victorian homes.
The vision pulled me back from my front yard view and changed my perspective. I was now standing in an art gallery. The home, whose front yard I was just in, was now hanging on the gallery wall, framed, staring back at me. I looked around the room and saw similar homes not only framed in this gallery room, but in several adjacent rooms. I was in a museum. I turned back to the original house and once again the perspective changed. The house was sitting on its property and contained no basement. However, beneath the ground was a basement containing a root system that was tied into the home instead of standard foundational pillars.
The root system sat in the makeshift basement where four tunnels emerged from the four corners of the earth. Out of these tunnels, I saw distorted-looking creatures emerging from the tunnels. They brought with them pruning shears, buckets of murky water, and spades to till the soil and keep any “weeds” at bay.
Startled, I took a step back from the painting and saw the house was a living organism! However, instead of thriving, it was in decay. I looked through the windows on the various floors and watched a shadowed figure moving pieces of furniture around the rooms. Some pieces of furniture he removed entirely. After setting up the house the way he wanted it to be; the shadow finally moved to the attic. He dragged a rocking chair over to the left window where he sat down with binoculars in hand. On a table to his right sat an old radio from the 1940s, and a set of modern-day walkie-talkies. He was prepared to keep watch.
I then saw a bright light fall out of the dark clouds. A storm was on the horizon and the threat of the storm was upon the house. The light bypassed the Shadow in the attic and went straight to the root system beneath the house. The Spirit Being that was the light stood facing the roots, took a deep breath, and breathed a cool frosty breath upon the roots. The roots gasped as the cold breath hit them and the roots shook with life. The house shook in response. Startled, the Shadow stood up, binoculars in hand frantically trying to find the intruder. Grabbing his walkie-talkie off of the table he yelled orders in a panic, “Find him!” He shrieked.
Another light suddenly bolted through the storm, camouflaged as lightning, and fell to the basement. This new Spirit Being joined his comrade. Standing opposite of his partner he breathed a fiery breath. The small fibers of the roots caught on fire and the roots trembled at the ignition. Once again the house shook. The Shadow shrieked in fear, “Find them!” he yelled into his walkie-talkies. “Find them!”
Immediately two more bolts of lightning fell as the sky rumbled with thunder. They were not disguised as lightning, but came dressed for battle. The Angels flew around the house creating a swirling wind that began to disorient the inhabitants of the house. The Angels were dressed in white robes, wings of translucent gold and sapphire, lit ablaze. Their wings created flames like a dragon's breath, the wings themselves were alive.
The Spirit Beings faced the Shadow standing by his rocking chair, now in a panic. “Release the house! Declares the Lord,” The angel on the right spoke. The Shadow faced them in anger! “No! I will not release what I have worked for, what I have deceived, what I have delivered unto my lord!” The Shadow screamed.
The Angels ignored their opposer and flapped their wings. A rush of living fire exploded off of their wings and engulfed the house. One of the Angels declared, “If we find you have illegally trespassed in this house as a squatter you will be removed. Know this, HE is coming. The legalities you now hold will be tested in the high courts, and the opportunity for repentance in the Courts will be given.” The Angel, named Michael, withdrew rolled pieces of parchment from his left pocket and a gold-quilled pen from his right. The other angel, Jonathan, continued to speak, “God is at war with you,” He said to the Shadows, “and because He is the Most High God, laws are about to be rewritten. The control and legal hold you think you now hold will be dismantled. Old Covenant Law will not stand, but only New Covenant Law will be honored. Repentance will be the salvation of a Nation, of a people.”
“14 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14
Judgment fell as the flames from the wings of the Angels went forth and engulfed the house searching every inch. The flames returned to the wings and said, “Not legal.” The house quaked at the news, and the disfigured spirits in the basement exited quickly through the tunnels. The Shadow screamed at the judgment given by the Flame and thought about challenging it, but instead turned and took flight; leaving the home.
I took a step back and looked around the gallery. Every home in the gallery was going through the same process. Some homes remained in shadow, some became set free, and some became the epicenter of war. The museum was a mixture of peace and chaos depending on which framed home you were looking at.
The Interpretation
I sat down on a bench in the center of the gallery. “Jesus! Come talk to me! Teach me.” Jesus walked into the room in the gallery. I patted my bench seat for Him to come sit with me. I then gestured to the walls where the living pictures were a blaze and Spirit Beings were having it out!
“Start from the beginning, please. I can see this is an allegory.” I said.
“It is an allegory, but at the same time it isn’t an allegory,” Jesus said. “Your ability to understand hearts, territory, and strongholds is through the imagery of homes, land, and gardens. It’s how I’ve taught you to see into the spirit realm since you were an infant. Because you understand this way you can teach others this perspective. Instead of me explaining the vision to you; you, explain it to Me. I will guide you as needed.”
“You could just tell me. It’ll sound more authoritative if you say it more than if I said it.” I replied.
“You, humanity in general, need to understand something! You must hear, you must see, you must understand, and discern the spirit! Quit waiting on Me to explain every little detail in order to respond by faith! You want the heavens to open and My Father’s voice to boom down, or the handwriting on the wall to believe something is supernatural. In reality, you do not want those heavenly acts to happen. The heart of the Father was very unhappy during those times in history. Except when I was baptized, but that’s not My point!”
“My people must engage with the other part of them- the spirit. My Spirit dwells in you, in humanity. Satan is unlocking the spirit man inside of people and the counterfeit has begun. Where are My people? Where are my Elijahs? My Samuels? My Daniels?!
I stared into Jesus' eyes, which had begun to flame. “I’m willing. Here I am.” I heard myself say. I also heard myself swallow hard! What had I just committed to? He looked at me and the flames dissipated. “Good!” He said with a smile. Explain, now, your vision. He sat with His hands folded in His lap looking around the gallery.
The house is an old Gothic Victorian for two reasons:
It represents old and established. The house would have endured a lot since its original construction. Weather, war, and generations living within the home. Unlike most modern home designs, there was a deeper appreciation of detail and craftsmanship. A home was not quickly constructed, but done with intentionality.
The Gothic style represents a spiritual battle. When we think of gothic, we think moody, dark, and foreboding with a hint of mystery. Possibly a haunted house. When I saw this house in my vision it was like it was constantly in a tug of war. Both kingdoms were wanting to be Lord in the house. From the moment the first nail went into the first board, this house became the center of a conflict. The home had within it the potential of fear and darkness or authority and beauty depending on which kingdom was allowed to come. No matter what, the home would give glory to one kingdom or the other.
The reason for the home in the vision is because the home represents our hearts and our Nations. Our alignment matters on an individual level first, because our alignment with either the Kingdom of Heaven or the Kingdom of Darkness affects our individual Nations. It’s a ripple effect that we forget exists. Individually we affect our families based on our kingdom alignment. We then affect our places of business and worship. The businesses we run affect our community, and if we are in politics that position too affects our city. The City government affects the State government, and the State government affects the National government. National government affects the World government. The alignment of our spiritual house will affect everyone around us even if we deny that possibility.
Every home in this vision has an earthen basement with a root system as its foundation. This is not a blueprint in the natural, but is representative of a spiritual blueprint. The earthen basement represents the spirit realm that we all interact with whether we realize it or not. The roots of our spirit are always growing towards one kingdom or the other. If the individuals in a nation are rooted in the Kingdom of God then you will see a God-driven nation. In contradiction, if you see individuals whose roots are grounded in the Kingdom of Darkness then you will see a fallen nation.
“15 Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.” Song of Solomon 2:15
This scripture came to my mind immediately when I saw the tunnels in the basement. The foxes had been digging unaware, starting at an entrance far away from the home so they would not be seen or disturbed. Digging with purpose until they had come to place under the house. There they could tend to the roots of the home undetected. We must be on guard. Our home will burn and not with a living fire if we stop listening in the Spirit. We must keep our spiritual ear to the ground. We can no longer just let Jesus in and say, “You can be Lord in the living room,” but not maintain our fences, and our land, and check for unwanted creatures. Jesus must be Lord over every area of our life.
The roots represent our spirit, our heart, our identity. Our spirit man will choose a kingdom to dwell in. Sometimes we try to live in both kingdoms, but in the end, our loyalty will be called in and we will choose one over the other. We can see which way we are leaning by the fruit we produce.
In Luke 6:44-45 Jesus says, “for each tree is known by its own fruit. For figs are not gathered from thornbushes, nor are grapes picked from a bramble bush. The good person out of the good treasure of his heart produces good, and the evil person out of his evil treasure produces evil, for out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.”
Our spirit listens to and serves a kingdom and, from that kingdom, our root system is founded. Our heart dwells in life or death, and our identity is grounded in whichever kingdom our spirit man has chosen. In this Age in history, the Kingdom of Darkness is after our identity. Trying to draw our spirits into alignment with them with counterfeit spirits of love and tolerance. In 2020 they ushered in the Giant of Fear and the generals of silence, anxiety, and tolerance. In 2022 they attacked the children in full force with the question of their identity, and “we must be tolerant of it IF we are being loving,” so says the other kingdom. The ability to accept the person in the mirror, let alone love the creation looking back at you, is slipping away due to the Giant who has come for our children. Now the spirit of Division has entered into the Age not as General, but as a Giant with Offense as his General.
We must be on guard! Who is feeding the root system of your home?
As I was sitting on the bench talking to Jesus about the interpretation of the vision; I began to look around the gallery again.
I looked around the room and began to notice that not all of the root systems looked the same in the paintings. I saw that in some paintings the root systems were deeply rooted and very thick. That did not mean that all of the deeply rooted systems were rooted in the Kingdom of God. Some belonged to the kingdom of God and some to the kingdom of Satan. In some of the paintings, the root systems were shallow, without a center root. They were spread out and only a few feet deep. The houses with this root system would not stand for long. The root systems that concerned me were the ones that looked similar to the root systems of the Kingdom of God. They were just as grounded but in the Kingdom of Darkness.
I pointed at a painting with the thick root system in the Kingdom of Darkness and looked back at Jesus asking, “What do we do?” Suddenly I heard a crack of thunder and watched the entire picture shake, frame and all. It rattled on the wall as I watched Michael and Jonathan pull out their swords and fly to the front door of the house in question. Leaving the Shadow in the attic in a panic. He truly looked concerned at the possible outcome at the front door! The Angels knocked on the door. A person came to the door and looked the Angels in the eye, “See the Lord!” the Angels exclaimed in unison.
Next to me on the bench, Jesus said in response to the happenings inside of the painting, “Every man, woman, and child will be given an opportunity to meet Me, but their acceptance of Me is of their own free will. I will not force their roots into my water system to drink from. They must come to the Living Water themselves.”
Jesus said, “Now, continue to explain the vision. Who is the Shadow?”
“He’s Division. He’s a watchman. He’s watching for intruders so his people can take over the house and set it up as a stronghold.” I looked back at the house and felt a chill go down my spine. The Giant for the children, Identity, was sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch with a basket of sweets. His smile was enticing to those walking by.
I felt a rumble in the art gallery. What was happening inside each painting was affecting the world around it. The gallery itself began to shake as the clouds in the painting began to pour rain, crack with thunder, and light up with vast amounts of lightning. I looked back at the paintings and saw a giant squall wave head towards every house in the gallery. The perfect storm warning given by the Lord in 2019, “The Wave Word '', that engulfed the world in 2020, was getting ready to impact once again.
I looked back at Jesus and asked, “How long will we be under this wave?”
“Until January 21st, 2025. Then the wave will pull back and release the third wave in the Spring of 2025. Another season will begin in April 2025.” Jesus replied.
“What will happen during that third wave?” I said hesitantly.
“That will depend on the next 22 months.” He said. “It’s all in flux because of the people in these paintings. I am listening to the hearts of the people. My will and My heart do not change for my children. My children’s wills are putty and their hearts are fickle. When they demand to play in the streets that are active with cars bent on harming them, do I allow it? Knowing death is absolute? Or do I allow them to play on a busy front walk with pedestrians who do not care about those around them, and bikes focused on their own personal pursuits? We both know what will happen. In selfishness, those going their own way will knock down those in their path. The child caught in the traffic on the walk will be pushed, they will fall down, they will scrape their knee, but it is what they “will”. “My way!” They demanded and the consequences be damned. They do not care who they condemn, not even themselves, because the thrill of the front walk is better than being inside the safety of the fenced yard. At the beginning of this Age, I looked at the people and I opened the front gate. “Go!” I said, but I put an invisible wall between them and the street. My children are ignorant of the wall, but the Giants that came by the authority of the children on the front walk; are very much aware of the boundary. They are determined to break down the wall. They wish death upon My children.”
I looked back at the gallery walls and watched the wave engulf the houses. Some continued to burn while others were quenched. I whispered into the room, “You want to burn.” Jesus said, “Yes, you do,” as he put his hand on my shoulder.
I saw a painting appear on the gallery wall with the title, “The Girl in the Rain Boots.” She looked so small in comparison to the chaos of the room. I felt peace suddenly envelop my heart. The chaos before me wasn’t bigger than the man beside me.
“Rebellious Spirit Beings are not new to you,” I said looking at Him. “No,” He said with a smile.
I looked back around the room and at the Giants in the houses and asked, “Giants aren’t new to you, are they?” He chuckled, “No, they’re old news.”
I looked at the waves crashing again and again against the houses. “Waves aren’t new to you either?” I asked, knowing the answer, but wanting to ask the question anyway.
He turned me to fully face Him, “Nothing that has come or will come is new to Me. I am not surprised. Grieved, yes, but not surprised. I have appointed every person on earth to live at this precise time in history because within each of them, there is the ability to change the course of spiritual and earthen history. Do not fear your appointed time! I have called you, equipped you, and set you apart as long as you live in the yard and not on the sidewalk. Some of you are called to live inside the house. Live where I call you and grace and mercy will abide. Stop trying to be the same! Be unique! Be my chosen! Do not fear, my beloved child.”
