Taken In The Spirit

[Blain DeCastro]

Image: "The Burning Bush, Aflame But Not Consumed On Holy Ground" by Biblephile.

Written in stone is the words "I Am," for in Him is I Am, and in I Am is Him, the King who sits on the throne and looks below at His creations and watches their daily lives. He guides and preserves those who would call Him "Abba" and He calls for those who are lost and searching for Him without knowing.

I sit in my room considering the things of the Spirit when something moves in the corner of my eye and I am lead to look, in a blink, in the flash of light I am gone and somewhere else, standing before a massive golden and bronze tree with many, many lamps perched on each branch. Each lamp is unique in its own way, and each lamp has a different color flame. The rainbow of flames with the golden and bronze tree are stunning, I notice some lamps are out, some are small, and some burn bright while others seem to just be starting to burn with a spark.

I stare at this tree and see its roots as massive as a tree itself lead somewhere and decide to follow, I follow it through green fields filled with stags and deer made of light. It is evening time here and they illuminate everything as I make my way through the field following the roots unable to stop my curiosity of its source. I continue onwards through streams of crystal clear water and am tempted to play in it. As I am, I stay focused and continue on. It is morning time here and there are many creatures coming to drink from this water, and as they drink from it they begin to glow as if life fills them to the brim from the smallest sips. Onwards, I continue on and I reach a place made of pearl, a massive and beautiful castle so big I cannot see the top or where it begins or ends. The gates are wide open and I walk right in. It is sunset here and the clouds are beautiful and golden, creating a radiant golden light that stretches across the sky. I follow the roots pass angels carrying wedding garments and banquet settings, everyone is very excited here and there is a sense of joy all around, so much so that it possesses you and you want to jump for joy right where you stand like a small child.

But I stay focused and keep going, following the roots throughout the castle, they seem to be becoming thinner and smaller now very quickly and I think to myself, "I must be nearing the source." I come across the most beautiful door I have ever seen with golden and silver letters glowing in Hebrew, and somehow I can read it as easy as English. The door says "Bridegroom." The door has an azure light shining from behind it, and I sense a powerful wonderful presence from behind the door. I know this presence and without thinking about manners or if I am allowed to come inside or not - without knocking or letting myself be known - I quickly open the door to run into the arms of my Jesus.

I open the door and my eyes are blinded. I cannot see and have to cover my eyes. I cannot move but no sooner do I cover my eyes am I embraced by a pair of strong arms and I begin to weep both in relief and joy for I have longed to be in His arms for so long so badly. I am able to see again and I look to Him and see I am tiny compared to him and I see the roots I followed are all attached to Him. He is dressed and ready for His big day and looks overjoyed to see me. I only bury my face in His chest and hug Him so tightly. I fear He may lose His breath and He only laughs.

He then picks up a golden chalice encrusted with fine golden letters with my name on it, and tells me to sip from it and I do so. It is wine and the sweetest most satisfying wine I have ever had, and I crave more but He only lets me have a sip, for He says to me the rest is for my wedding day.

Then he takes me to a mirror and in the mirror I see the world in full view, and I then see me in my room and I know I have to go back; the mirror is a door. I look at Him and feel as if I have been cut with a knife deeply inside, for I know going back means I cannot be with Him, and He picks me up kisses me on the cheek, holds me close so that I can hear His heart beat, and says to me in a small whisper, "Very soon," and sends me through the mirror.

My own attempt at rendering the tree below.

 

[Hidden In Him]

You know it's fascinating, but the header image I chose for this one was created by another Christian artist, and it's his rendition of the burning bush, which burned with the fire of God. It doesn't have the lamps, but it has the flames you mentioned and the large roots, which you said seemed as big as a tree itself. There are certainly rainbow colors present as well, though not all.

The River of Life runs throughout Heaven just as the Spirit of Eternal Life indwells us all, and scripture speaks of the kingdom of God being like a grain of mustard, which starts out small but grows into such a large tree that even the angels of God "nest in its branches," meaning that even they will be ministered to by the words of Life spoken through the people of God, and visions like this qualify. They are a manifestation of the Spirit of God revealing the centrality of Christ, and that Eternal Life flows from Him alone in all directions.

Thanks for the wonderful piece.
- H