Prophetic Word 2005
THE ARCHWAY
Robin Paisley
May 04, 2005
THE ARCHWAY
Whenever I am unhappy, because men will not believe me in the things that I
say at God's bidding, I go apart and pray to God, complaining to him that
those to whom I speak do not easily believe me. And when I have made my
prayer to God, I hear a voice that says to me:
"La fille de Dieu, aller sur, aller sur, aller sur, je serai votre aide,
aller sur!"
"Daughter of God, go on, go on, go on! I will be your help. Go on!' When I
hear this voice, I feel such great joy that I wish I could always hear it!"
Joan of Arc
I hear the present sound of prophecy being fulfilled, its roar is like
thunder as it quakes and wakes up the sleeping nations; as it wakes the
sleeping church. It is the call of the wild when danger is near by; it is
the voice that Joan the humble maiden heard at the young age of 17 as she
rode off on her horse into battle with divine orders from Heaven, not only
to save France but to save the nations. I have heard many times in the past
the sound of many horses riding hard in the night but it was always a
distant sound, a faraway cry making its way from heaven to earth; this hour
it has broken through and many a hearts did hear!
On April 30th, 2005 while 'sleeping' the sound of this great awakening did
penetrate my spirit like a hot sword and I was taken by the Spirit of the
Lord in a violent wind straight into heaven; higher into heaven than I have
ever been before. There before me stood an archway that had no height nor
length nor depth nor width but a gate alive in the fullness of the Lord. It
was heavily entwined in rich green vines that were bursting with succulent
grapes that dripped in a continuous flow, His blood into goblets made of
gold.
Through the vines of the archway I could see a long white table all covered
in items of time. From watches to clocks to sundials, from sticks and stones
and things even made from bone; many I did not recognize but were used for
telling time. The room was alive in perfect rhythm and ticking vibration but
it wasn't coming from the pieces of time, it was the heartbeat of the
Father. It was beating out a message like a secret code and although my mind
could not contain all that was being shared I could feel my spirit eating
every bite. The Father's heart kept beating in perfect rhythm with time and
also with the blood that was flowing from the vines when suddenly I knew
that I was at a crossroad and so too the body of Christ.
I could hear the song "Via Dolorosa" being sung by a large choir of saints
who had passed by this way; it was breathtaking as the lyrics, the voices
and the melody all made its way into my spirit and I could no longer stand
as I just lay there sobbing. Visions began passing through my mind of saints
who were martyred for Jesus, from visions of fire as it consumed their naked
bodies, from saints who were tortured beyond belief; if it were not for the
hand of the Father that gently touched me on my cheek I truly fear I would
have died right there.
Oh precious friends, Jesus today was dressed as a humble carpenter with
sawdust in his nails and His hair, long and dark with the scent of the
cedars of Lebanon. We kneeled together crying and I could feel His tears
flowing down upon my hair and onto my shoulders as His love began to whisper
through me like waves in the ocean. There were tears for the martyred and
those to come, tears for the widows, the orphans and the lost, there were
tears for every single person on earth but the tears that flowed for the
church came like a tidal wave, they came like a flood, they came in
judgment.
I then saw Joan of Arc burning at the stake as two glorious angels appeared
by her side, they were Michael the Archangel and Gabriel and they escorted
her spirit into heaven as her body lay burning on the stake. The stake then
turned into the church as the fire continued to burn and the Father's voice
speaking: "It has already begun."
The Father placed within my hands a document, it was a summons from the
highest of courts and He spoke through the fire that had consumed precious
Joan, He spoke through the fire burning in His eyes.
"No longer will my prophets make light of my word that runs through their
veins like honey from a tree. Freely I have given to the church and freely
they have received but they offer not freely my words of love but stale
bread and cheep wine. My daughter, their will be many who will catch this
vision and deliver it like dew from heaven for they too have been summoned
up from the deep; but their will be many who will cast it away like scraps
to a dog as they too cast me away.
No longer will I feed my prophets, my shepherds and my flock who fraud and
manipulate my children and all in my Name. I have trained and groomed an
army of saints who are standing at the doors of the church knocking but few
are willing to hear or see; for they do not come oppressed by man but only
impressed by me! Freely they will give of my Word and freely they will give
of my love and freely without any limits I will pour out my spirit upon them
and they shall prophesy, prophesy, prophesy!"
Tell my people the archway is before them; which way will they turn?!"
"And as you go, preach and say that the kingdom of heaven is near, heal the
sick, cleanse the lepers, cast out demons; freely you have received, freely
give." Matthew 10:7, 8
Arise oh men and women of God; ride hard upon your horse for the battle is
near! Arise 'Joan of Arcs to Martin Luther Kings', Arise!
Robin Paisley
robinpaisley@comcast.net