Three Planes

This is my Nana. She's got 88 years of service on the earth. The enemy's currently messing with her brain and I'm not really for that. I guess they weren't expecting me to hop on a plane at 5:50am, minister to her spirit and then hop back on at 6:32pm to return home. I'll do it again, too. When I see demonic theft, the fighter in me awakens. Those who intercede for/with me, please release a verbal agreement that she be continually strengthened in mind, body, soul and spirit with all the strength God's Spirit gives. Thanks!

I had a really cool dream earlier this week about three planes. But I'm gonna share some other things before I get into that.

First, the spirit of suicide visited me Tuesday afternoon - during the 2 o'clock hour, I believe. What had happened was … I was entertaining thoughts of despair. That says a mouthful already. But my mind (thoughts) moves so quickly, the spirit of depression doesn’t have much effect on me anymore. Because prophets are prone to depression I’ve learned not to allow my mind to sit on those kinda thoughts for long periods. I already have a Biblical principle that works and overcomes the enemy so my brain automatically kicks it into play. That stinker tried to pop in as fast as he could in an attempt to get a foothold. I listened to his rant (reasons I should just end it and be free) for about three seconds. This is one of those Matrix three seconds ‘cause the spiritual realm doesn’t have time like our dimension, and he was able to get off 2-3 sentences in that amount of time.

I was already transitioning from negative thoughts to Kingdom authority so I didn't even have to directly address the demon, he just left because I paid him no mind. I'm sharing this with you because that's new for me and to encourage you. Demons understand authority, and if you truly have Kingdom authority, you don't have to do a lotta hoopin' and hollin' for low-level demons because they can read you in the spiritual realm. They don't want to get punished so they'll leave on their own, like this itty bitty did, or with a quick legal reminder.

Oh, yeah, I passed 70 hours of tongues, too. That's probably why I had the Three Planes dream.

One more thing before I get to the dream. I was up praying this morning sometime before 3 a.m. and The Lord gave me some wisdom for Zayne. When I received the message it was an eloquent, little statement. I've forgotten the exact words but I have the gist and I'm sharing it for those of you who have children you're raising to honor God.

The wisdom:

Don't get in the habit or practice of allowing others to convince you to do things. The enemy sees that agreement and writes a contract in the spiritual realm. 

Actions and decisions have consequences - natural and spiritual - and the spiritual consequences are multiplied. Think before you act, and think about what you're thinking.

And this led me to pray:

Lord, don't let him re-empower any demonic stronghold or curse I've already fought to break.

Finally to the dream. A few nights ago I couldn't sleep so I was thanking God for my Psalm 139:16 timeline and book in heaven and for helping me to discover what's ordained for me. Then I dreamed the following:

I was in a small airplane. Not Cessna small, more like a Canadair Regional Jet (seats 50 or fewer). There were a few others in the plane, too, and it began to crash into the side of a mountain area that was absolutely beautiful, had a waterfall and a pinky-gold hue like the scenes when they're with the elves in LOTR FOTR - Rivendell. I said, "Oh, no ... we're gonna crash. Lord, are we gonna crash?" And we crashed. There was no blood or guts, it just crashed and switched to being inside the airport waiting for another plane. While in the airport I was looking for food (of course) and met the singers Ginuwine and Kelly Rowland (her, I have met IRL earlier in 2018).

Now a different group of people were with me and we were in a bigger plane. That one crashed, too. Not into a mountain, just on land, and again, there was no blood, guts or major panic. For the second time we were in the airport again waiting for another plane to take us to our destination. This time I met President Donald J. Trump, and I had a boyfriend with me.

We get on the third plane and it's huge (like a freighter) and had a stand-up observation cab in the back of the plane where the lavatories actually are. This time the group of people with me included family members. Before the plane took off I prayed and blessed it and it took off, soared and we were on our way.

INTERPRETATION: 
Planes represent ministry or career and these different planes represent different seasons/cycles in my life; airports represent transition. The first small plane was my 8 years in public ed (2001-2009). That crashed into something wonderful because even though I was laid off, I went into business, ministry and homeschooled and The Lord sustained me. 

The second and bigger plane were the foundational years of my maturing and ministry - the beautiful mess that God crafted with me from 2010-2017. The second crash wasn't as glamorous, though, because I'm no longer a (spiritual) child. It was a hard drop on land after success (flying high) with The Spirit because I needed an abrupt wake-up call (slap in the face if we're being honest, and we are) to suit up as a Kingdom Warrior and serve The King.

The last, big-big plane is the current cycle that I'm in. I took off and am flying high in safety because of the hours I've invested in The Kingdom praying in tongues and being matured in spirit so that I'm gaining the authority needed to establish this new business and ministry He's entrusted to me. And this time I have favor with family members who have faith in me coming alongside me that didn't in seasons past. That's fantastic on so many levels.

I give God praise, honor and glory for this new start to this new season, and I'm moving forward with legitimate earned authority and faith to live a life that proves He is Who He says He is. Ha'shem Yeshua!

P.S. As always I welcome your comments below. Blessings!

P.P.S. I just looked at my ordination certificate and giggled because of a convo I had with Sharon afterward. She asked how was it [to be ordained] and I answered I'm not doing anything differently than before. She answered:

"Now you can bury 'em and marry 'em ... and charge. That's different." 🤣😂🤣

From Oakland International Airport at gate 17 up 'til the suicide part; then from the prophet's room WS.
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