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VISION: THE BARNS
7th February 2008
This article
was copied with permission from
http://tellavisionseer.blogspot.com/2008/02/vision-barns.html
I saw this vision around 2 weeks ago (middle of Jan 2008).
I saw that to my left and to my right were fields.
2 rows of barbed wire running through the length of the fields, divided
them. Between the two rows of the barbed wire was a trench filled with
dark water. This trench also stretched through the length of the fields.
It would be difficult for anyone from either side to cross to the other
field.
The field to my left, was unplowed, and looked more like
an open ground used for camping.
The ground looked bald, with just a few tufts of grass here and there. The
people in this field looked strange. Though they were people who lived in
the modern times, they wore clothes, from another era, the 1920’s, which
reminded me of a movie from the 1970’s, ‘The Great Gatsby”.
All their clothes were either of nylon, or other machine
manufactured materials.
These folks in their 1920’s garb, were
convinced that all the mounts they saw at a distance from them, was
grains. These ‘paper grains’ shimmered in the sun and the folks in this
field, called these grains, ‘the supernatural provision of God’.
None bothered to go examine the grains. They were too busy partying.
These people appeared unconcerned about anything beyond their
own surroundings. They were wining and dining, and had picnics all the
day long. The people stood scattered in this large field. A few here, a
few there.
To the extreme left was a wide road and a distance away from
where the people stood, were several mounts. I saw that under the
mounts coiled up, was a very large snake , light green in color. From
the pores in it’s skin, like fountains, came forth what looked like
shredded paper.
This varied colored shredded paper, when piled up in those mounts,
looked, from a distance, like various types of grains.
The field to the right was beautiful. The people
there were dressed in farming clothes, and had been busy, as wise
husbandmen, ploughing and harvesting.
In times past they had shouted to those in the field on the left, to
get busy and work their fields.
But the folks in the field on the left had laughed and mocked at them,
“ We do not believe in works, we believe in the supernatural,
look…………” said a woman wearing a white dress with black trimmings, hat
and gloves, and pointing to the mounts, “ We have been provided for,
SUPERNATURALLY, we don’t have to toil as peasants,
all the work has been done, we neither toiled nor spun, but look, just
look at those shining mounts of grains. There’s enough there to feed
us forever”.
All the farmers in the field, had at first persisted in their
warnings, but were later instructed to simply concentrate on the work
at hand. Between the barbed wires stood some farmers, who had been
selected to continue warning the folks on the left.
“ Examine your grains, work your fields, time is short,”
they shouted, but instead the folks on the left, pelted them with
stones and shouted “Get away from us, you peasants, you preachers of
works, can’t you see, this grain has been provided for us, once and
for all, so that we need never work as long as we live? Look how the
grain shines in the sun, compare it to your mounts of grain that
you’re toiling so hard to mount up, does it glitter? Does it shine?
Does your grain look as light and fluffy as ours? Rather
YOU now listen to US, give up
your works, and come join us, and live life
SUPERNATURALLY, like we do.”
In this way they would laugh and mock and scorn at the farmers.
On the right, I saw that the farmers continued to
work. The grain they had harvested in the field was piled up in
mounts.
Suddenly, the farmers who had been sitting on the ground, resting
awhile, rose up with some urgency and rushed to mounts of grains.
Horse drawn wagons appeared and all the grain was loaded, as if all at
once.
The folks on the left, laughed and mocked, “Hey, what’s your hurry?”
None of the farmers heard their question; they were far too busy,
moving.
Now many things appeared to be happening all at once, without warning.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the folks in the field to the left,
ran to the grain, hoping to load it on trucks and tractors, or any
vehicle they could find, but as the wind blew, they could only stand
and watch in horror as the ‘paper grain’ was blown away, and the long
snake, that had lain coiled beneath was revealed.
Before they could think about what to do next, a wave as high as the
sky, swept all these folks away.
I saw that the farmers had long since suddenly disappeared with their
grain.
NEXT:
To the North West, I saw barns, standing a hundred feet high, on
stilts. The exterior looked like log cabins, but inside these barns,
the walls and floor were lined with gold.
The first thing that these farmers did was to thank God that they were
all accounted for and safe, then they roasted some grains and ate it
with joyfulness of heart. There was much rejoicing within these barns.
They sang, they danced, they ate.
I saw that there was no chimney though there was a fire to cook within
these barns. I saw that instead of smoke, what emanated from the
crystal-clear roof, was a sweet aroma of the roasting grain. That
aroma would attract those that were lost in flood, to the safety of
the barns.
Meanwhile, outside I saw the folks who had been caught by the sudden
flood, floating in the water, clutching at anything they could find,
to save their dear lives.
Some managed to swim all the way to the barns.
I saw that the barns were many all standing a 100 feet high, on
stilts. All looked like log cabins from the outside but were lined
with gold within.
At first, each barn looked like a separate unit, but suddenly I saw a
covered passageway appear between them all, and they became
interconnected. So now, the farmers were not constrained in small
spaces, but could freely move about between barns, much like
interconnecting cars on trains.
Now the folks, who survived the flood, swam to the barns. The barns
were very visible in the flood, and the aroma of the roasted grain
directed those who could not see, to the barns. The swimmers found the
barns and they clutched on to the stilts. As they climbed up, to
escape the flood which was forty foot high, suddenly a mezzanine floor
appeared, sixty feet above ground. The flood escapees climbed up on it
and dwelt there, in safety.
Though the sides of the mezzanine floor were open, nonetheless, the
escapees were protected from the flood waters.
From a hatch above, food was released to them, and it was ample for
their survival. After a while, another wider hatch, to the right, was
shown to the escapees. They simply had to knock, and the hatch would
open and they could join the farmers, in their barns.
Now I saw that this was the exact same scene under all the
barns.
Most of the escapees felt too proud to join the farmers, as they were
afraid that they’d be chided with an “I-told-you-so”, and
that, they were in no mood to hear. Also they did not
want to lead the disciplined life that the farmers led. These folks
did not like waking up early. After a while, they were now sensing a
certain freedom on this mezzanine floor. They could wake up when they
liked, and do as they pleased within these parameters. Food was
flowing freely, so why join the farmers?
As they stubbornly stuck to their routine life on the mezzanine floor,
I saw that the food which came through the hatch, now decreased, and
only rationed amounts of food and water was sent down through the
hatch. I saw that when the rations decreased a few did knock on the
hatch to the right and were taken up.
I saw that all this was happening divinely, as the farmers up in the
barns were not aware of the folks on the mezzanine
floor. The farmers only knew of the escapees, who came up via ladders
they sent down in the west, on request from the escapees, or
those who appeared through the hatch from the eastern side.
The farmers were unaware that such mezzanine floors existed at
all.
As the escapees, who refused to join the farmers, remained on the
mezzanine floor, they saw the food rations decrease day by day. Yet,
they consoled themselves that as soon as the flood cleared, they would
leave and go find some green pastures.
The flood did recede.
Seeing the floods rapidly recede some jumped off the mezzanine floor,
into the water, but the flood receded at such speed, that the escapees
were now stuck in the mud.
Now immediately following the flood came a heat wave
that was life-threatening. Inside the barns, life was normal, the
temperatures were comfortable and life was cozy.
Numbers inside the barns were increasing, and life was busy.
Nonetheless, in spite of the rationed food, and the intense heat, the
few on the mezzanine floor, survived. They kept waiting for the season
to change, the weather to clear, so that they could be out in the
open, to live freely.
Then suddenly, the sun shone, and it was beautiful as spring-time.
Little yellow flowers appeared on the horizon, all looked sunny and
green.
Those in the barns had not been able to look out to
see what was happening, but they knew within them, generally, what was
going on outside, as regards the weather.
But now for a moment in time, they were allowed to look out and see
this beautiful spring-day.
Yet none among the farmers felt led to move out of the barns. They
were waiting for instructions from the Lord. Then they heard the Lord
Instruct them to stay put. Without further questions, they turned
their gaze from the spring day that they had been looking at and
returned to their normal work.
But those on the mezzanine floor were ecstatic when they saw the
spring day. They very carefully climbed down from the mezzanine floor
and walked away.
As I watched them walk away from the barns, through the green fields,
suddenly without warning, came an avalanche of snow
and escapees were buried under it, and there they lay, frozen.
NEXT:
As the vision concluded, I saw now that there were an abundance of
such barns, world over. Such barns even stretched into the sea, where
they stood tall, as lighthouses.
People who were escaping shipwrecks could see the barns in the dark,
and made their way to them.
Such people were pulled up to safety and there was always room enough
and food enough for those rescued. There was no lack of food, water,
wine, light.
Strangely, I saw that not all who came to the barns in the sea were
those looking to be rescued. I saw several pirate ships, anchor near
the barns, threatening the farmers to hand over the food.
The farmers laughed. They were unafraid. They knew that the barns were
simply too high for the pirates to climb. ( The barns in the sea, were
higher than those on land). If the pirates even attempted to climb,
they would fall and break their backs.
Bombay-India
Swarna Jha

RESPONSE BY-BRYAN
HUPPERTS, U.S.A.
Swarna, people in the 1920s in
the USA partied like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly, the stock market
crashed and the Great Depression hit.
In the 20s and 30s, the USA was
still largely an agrarian culture. Many people in cities simply went
back to the family farm. At least they could work and eat. Now days,
there are very few family farms and when the looming economic (&
spiritual) crisis finally comes to a head, there will be few places of
refuge for the multitudes to retreat to.
I sense this will hold true for
both types of food; spiritual and natural. Jesus called for "laborers"
to work his fields, not for partiers. Ask the prodigal son which
worked better, partying to poverty, or working. He was welcomed home
when he truly repented but lost his inheritance. He was saved but had
no reward.
Bless you!
Bryan Hupperts
February 7, 2008 12:54 PM

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/From_The_Edge-Alerts/message/8408
VISION: THE PEOPLE OF GOD WILL SNIFF
I saw White
Eagles wheeling in many believers into a hospital room on
stretchers.
These believers had cotton stuffed in their nostrils. This was
removed on the operating table.
An operation to enhance the sense of smell in these believers
was taking place. All that was old within was removed. Dust and
cobwebs had collected deep within the nasal passages. And a new
smell sensitive self-cleansing filter was transplanted. This
‘nose job’ work had long since begun. Many such patients with
new filter transplants had been long since released.
After each operation the patients were given a smell test. The
Lord would ask, ‘What do you smell?’ At first many were
tongue-tied, they could not reply. They thought that God was
asking them a ‘trick question’.
Then the Lord assured them and Asked them to relax and simply
smell. He was not asking for an intellectual analysis. Simply
what did they smell?
This was great news for these believers, because they seemed to
think this was some sort of exam they were sitting for. It was
not so, much to their relief. So they relaxed and began to smell
all that the Lord brought before them.
When they smelled something foul, they felt nauseated and if it
persisted they would throw up.
The pleasant smells sent a tingling down their spine and this
they loved to breathe in.
What I believe the Lord is
Saying:
(This is a word I had from the Lord a while back but now this
vision has only further expanded and confirmed it.)
Isaiah 66:1,2
Thus saith the LORD, The heaven is my throne, and the earth is
my footstool: where is the house that ye build unto me? and
where is the place of my rest?
For all those things hath mine hand made, and all those things
have been, saith the LORD: but to this man will I look, even to
him that is poor and of a contrite spirit, and trembleth at my
word.
These beautiful people are those who are of contrite heart, and
tremble at His word.
In these days of rampant deceptions, God understands the needs
of His people who are constantly begging Him to keep them safe
from lies and the falsities that abound.
God is training His beautiful children to distinguish between
the aromatic and the foul.
There will be times when these beautiful children of God, will
be in situations, where their minds/bodies, are unable to
instantly reach out for the bible to pull out chapter and verse
to combat the situations they find themselves in.
But this divine sense of smell that has been enhanced in them
will always alert them. The Scripture that is already within
them will regurgitate and co-operate with this sense of smell,
and alert them to keep away or encourage them to move forward.
No matter what situation they find themselves in, God will help
them sniff their way in or out. The ‘sniffing’ will help many to
absent themselves from meetings, relationships, places, books,
music, people, decisions. In this way these beautiful children
of God will be protected.
An implosion of Christian news, information, prophecies, and
revelations etc is ever before the modern-day believer. Those
who have not received these ‘smell sensitive filters’ from the
Lord will not be able to discern accurately, will cast off all
restraint, and go round and round the mountain. But those who
have cried to the Lord to help them discern right, in these
turbulent times, will be blessed by an acute spiritual sense of
smell.
The masses will be going one way; these beautiful people will
sniff and walk against the flow of the crowd.
Many of the naďve will be flocking to meetings; these beautiful
people will sniff and keep well away.
Many will be extolling the virtues of a new minister or
ministry; these beautiful people will sniff and remain silent.
Many will be marveling at the ‘sweet smelling’ sacrifices of the
men of God; these beautiful people will sniff and know that it
is a stench in the nostrils of God.
Many will be offering uninvited counsel willy-nilly, sharing
with all and sundry; the beautiful people of God will sniff and
not feed their pearls before swine.
These beautiful people of God will sniff out friend from foe.
They will sniff and recognize their opponents. Physically these
opponents themselves may not be consciously opposing them, but
the people of God will sniff and spiritually see their deeply
embedded opposition. They will sniff and know the intents of
people’s hearts. For God will reveal this to them to protect
them.
Others will accuse them of being difficult, weird,
narrow-minded, exclusive, and paranoid.
People’s opinions will count for zero to them. For they sniff
what is in man, and do not entrust their lives to men.
This is what the Lord is Saying to those who stick close to Him
and wander not:
Song Of Solomon 7: 11-13
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge
in the villages.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine
flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates
bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of
pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O
my beloved.
And to those who rely on the works of their flesh, your
sacrifice is a stench and an abomination to God. Isaiah 66:3,4
He that killeth an ox is as if he slew a man; he that
sacrificeth a lamb, as if he cut off a dog's neck; he that
offereth an oblation, as if he offered swine's blood; he that
burneth incense, as if he blessed an idol. Yea, they have chosen
their own ways, and their soul delighteth in their abominations.
I also will choose their
delusions, and will bring their fears upon them; because when I
called, none did answer; when I spake, they did not hear: but
they did evil before mine eyes, and chose that in which I
delighted not.
If you had a spiritual sense of smell, you would be nauseous by
the smell of your own ‘so-called’ sacrifices.
Repent. A contrite heart He will not despise. He, who humbly
comes to our Lord Jesus Christ, will never be turned away.
Malachi 3: 4
Then shall the offering of Judah and Jerusalem be pleasant unto
the LORD, as in the days of old, and as in former years.
To those beautiful people of God:
Isaiah 66:5: Hear the
word of the LORD, ye that tremble at his word; Your brethren
that hated you, that cast you out for my name's sake, said, Let
the LORD be glorified: but he shall appear to your joy, and they
shall be ashamed
A word of caution, the filter though self-cleansing, turns by
the power of the Holy Spirit, if you stray away…….you’ll become
that stench in the nostrils of our God.
Happy sniffing!
Swarna Jha
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