Flow

I’m cracking up

Seriously I’m cracking up.

Look out.

Watch out.

Watch out for the breaking.

I am breaking up this ground.

At first a bursting forth.

A raging torrent flying up, rising up, higher and higher.

Yet and yet this is not enough for my flow.

For the fissure breaks open, wider and wider, deeper and deeper.

Yet one is not enough.

For the one shall become many.

For it rises from beneath.

It rises up before you.

An explosive eruption, a strong flow, an intense flow.

The strength of the flow, the elevated flow.

Genesis 7:11 In the year 600 of Noah’s life, in the seventeenth day of the second month, that same day all the fountains of the great deep were broken up and burst forth, and the windows and floodgates of the heavens were opened.

And yet what is it you feel?

The gentle mist, the refreshing mist, it flows all around.

I’m changing the climate, I am establishing a new atmosphere.

For the feeble thing, shall be my boundary.

The rising up, the falling down.

Immersed in it. For it flows all around.

Wherever you go, my flow goes with you.

Isaiah 49:10 They will not hunger or thirst, neither will mirage mislead or scorching wind or sun smite them; for He Who has mercy on them will lead them, and by springs of water will He guide them.

Yet in a moment, in an instant I have made you master of the flow.

For it drips from your hand.

Behold I am making all things new.

All around you will see my flow.

It shall be electrifying. Bursts of lightning in the flow.

Yet what is my point?

From this atmosphere, I will cause the dry place to become the fertile place.

For my flow shall have impact. Shall GREATLY IMPACT the hardest ground. Moulded by my flow. Moulded in your hand, by my hand, at the movement of your hand.

In a moment, a great falling from above, for I have opened the heavens.

For this is no ordinary hail.

For this is my hail.

Perfectly formed marbles. Uniform in size and colour.

Yet look out, watch out for the brush with colour, the brush of colour.

Perfectly refined.

For I am elevating the flow.

Come up the flow.

Step up the flow.

For the ladder rises before your advance.

Yet you shall find peace in the midst, in the midst.

Come and sit with me beside the still waters.

Yet my flow calls you, my flow draws you, for I have placed my powerful flow in your hands.

Like chains of the flow held by your hand pulling at the very ground beneath you.

You feel the very ground rise before you as you lift up your hands.

New patterns of the flow.

For the imprint of the net rises up in the driest place.

Cris Cross.

For the net remembers from whence it came.

It brings forth what once surrounded it.

Lay your hands upon it. Spread forth far and wide, stretch forth your hand, push against the edge, level up the edge, raise up the edge.

For the valley shall become a lake, and the wilderness a lush green pasture.

You see it now, you feel it now.

Experience it now, rest in it now.

Place your hands upon the sand, what is it you see?

At first a parting of the sand. Then in an instant the appearance of water, fresh water.