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Wind Swept

First the whirlwind.


Then the vacuum.


Wind swept.


I am collecting all the dust.


All evidence of ageing.


All evidence of times past.


Good as new.


Better than new.


Like new.


Dust collection services.


All that has collected dust shall be like new.


Spring cleaning.


Like spring again.


Grow again. Be new again. Like new.


For you will like this new thing.


And when the dust is gone.


And when all the dust is gone.


And when there is no trace of the old, only the new shall remain.


And then the gentle breeze.


For my breath flows out.


Take a breath.


For great serenity is coming.


And a great calm shall come upon you.


A great refreshing.


Feel my breath again.


For a time of great refreshing is upon you.


Let it flow.


Repeat after me “let it flow”.


Release the flow.


For you shall look upon this scene


A gentle breeze flowing across the land. A beautiful stream flowing down the mountain. I could see a smoothness upon the rocks. The birds and the animals flowing together. And with just the two of us enjoying this great place.

For you shall be the source for so many.


You wonder where is everyone, but look again what is it you see?


The stream flows down the mountain, on all sides of it. With a circle of water all around the base of the mountain. A vibrant community on the other side of the water.

For I have established a circle of refreshment around you.


Cast again, receive again, be blessed again, multiply again, spread out again, flow again.


Let’s cast again, let multiply again.


What is it you see?


Going for a walk with you beside the still waters. And you reach into your basket of goodness, pull out a handful of what looks like seed. You then sprinkle what is in your hand into the stream. And in an instant it grows and blossoms and life bursts forth all around, all over the ground, in unexpected places. I was taken aback by you, and that you would cast your goodness into the flow.

Look again what is it you see?


I could not tell the nature of the seed, whether it was dead or alive.

Why look to the seed, look instead at the hand upon which it rests.


For I bring it to life in my hand.


For behold I am making all things new.

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Hi, I'm Seedcaster

This site is about elevating the word, lifting what God says higher than our circumstance -what we see with our own eyes, our perspectives of knowledge and understanding.

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Elevated Purpose

I am a man of passion, of purpose, but fundamentally one who holds on to God with every fiber of my being. I learnt some years ago that it is one thing to say that I “trust” God,  or that I “have faith”, but it is a whole other level to obediently put that word, that faith into action. 

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