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By: Anna Rountree. Stock No: WW Wishlist Wishlist. Advanced Search Links. Product Close-up. Add To Cart. My Time In Heaven. The Path, Fire on the Mountain Series 1. Angel Armies: Releasing the Warriors of Heaven. Names of the Holy Spirit, Pamphlet. What About Me? In fact, I would argue that this book is what you would write if you did not have the Bible. The Bible portrays heaven as being the glorious stage of Christ, he is what makes heaven heavenly Rev. Except for an occasional name drop this book is devoid of Jesus.

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Thank you for your support and patience. By Chelsea Dudley. In the previous blog I expressed concerns about some doctrines in the new bestselling book To Heaven and Back , by Mary Neal. This is my second and last article on this subject. The large, flowering apricot tree arched over the fountain, with the bench for two at its base. I let my eyes rest upon the colors and varieties of the plantings within the walled area. All sorts of scented herbs grew among the jonquils, tulips and daffodils.

The fruit-bearing trees and vines were heavy with flowers, but they also had leaves and the rudiments of both summer and fall fruit.

As with the trees and vines, the flowers of spring, summer, and fall were blooming at the same time within the beds. A slight breeze blew across the garden stirring the aromas. On Earth we do not experience the three growing seasons together. I wondered if the three seasons being represented within the garden had something to do with the priesthood of believers. But I did not know. Suddenly I heard someone clearing His throat in order to call attention to His presence.

I looked up. Jesus was sitting in the large apricot tree. You can come to the base of the tree and ask Me questions, and then go about your life.

I am in a portion of your heart, but I do not have free access to the whole garden. I said. These mysteries are so exciting. He walked toward me. There is a vast supply. Is that what you want? It seems a poor exchange. I love You and want to be with You. I want You to have access to the entire garden. I was speechless. When years before I had decided to pursue the Lord earnestly, I withdrew my senses from the overstimulation of worldly input.

I felt that I needed to still my soul if I wanted Him to come knocking at my heart. The withdrawal from keeping myself entertained with the world was exceedingly painful. But now the Lord was saying that I had replaced the worldly with spiritual entertainment—desiring more and more spiritual knowledge—a subtle and less objectionable substitute, but still a substitute for Him. I did not know what to say. He took me by the arm and guided me gently to the rim of the fountain.

He sat beside me. I looked into His face. The beauty and clearness of those eyes were beyond compare. He took my hand and held it. I want you to desire My company. I am a King, but I desire to be with you, as any lover would long to be with the one he loves.

I do not command your love; I humbly ask for t. I do not dictate that you be with Me. I long for you to seek Me. Therefore I wait for you, Anna. I dropped my head. I am using You for my own pleasure. He lifted my chin. He looked up and then over to the gate. Do you not think I would be pleased to have you waiting, with part of the distance covered so that we might see each other sooner?

We began to walk the path that circles the garden. Few understand what this means. Would you like to know, Anna? Do you not understand? My passions burn with eternal fires. No mere tear could quench them. It would take the tears from eternity, and still the fire of My passion for you would not be quenched. Why would you not trust the One who loves you as I love? I could not answer. I did not know why I did not abandon myself to God. I shook my head. He placed His arms around me lovingly.

He dropped His head back and laughed as in pain mixed with joy. I had hurt Him deeply by treating Him presumptuously, casually—like someone with whom I had to deal in order to receive that which was my primary interest.

But He loved me. He wanted my company and wanted me to desire His. That which is the deepest desire of every human heart was mine, and I was seeking secondary rewards. My heart began to break. The pain was excruciating. The garden responded also. The smell of myrrh flooded the area.

I glanced at the myrrh tree. Red tears of the aromatic gum were slipping from the heart of the wood. I cannot even respond correctly to the depth of Your love. Ishi, if You do not give to me a love that matches Yours in intensity.. I am willing, Lord, but I cannot do this myself. You must do this through me! He looked at me intently.

Then He took my right hand into His, turned it over, and tenderly kissed the center of it. Immediately I could feel the Spirit surging through me. In the blur of light and power that followed, I saw worlds collide and millions of people being born. I saw death and life. Wave upon wave of ecstasy rolled over me. I thought I would burst into a million pieces, being unable to contain such heights of love. I lost track of where I was or even who I was.

I lost track of everything but Love Himself. How long this impartation lasted I do not know, but when the power began to subside, the garden slowly came back into focus for me. I was fuzzy, though, blurry and unstable. I had to be steadied. My vision cleared finally. Instantly, He became the white Eagle. I climbed onto His back and lay down with my arms around His neck, as I had done in the past. Then with one mighty movement of His wings, He flew over the garden wall.

Immediately, we were on Earth. We flew over a vast desert. At the center of this garden in the wilderness I saw a lovely young woman the corporate bride of Christ.

She was clothed in the glory of God. I have taken her into the wilderness to teach her to sing. She is a virgin, undefiled by idols. She will not name them or consider their beds. Her eye is single, and I fill all her sight. She will not lust for idols or cut her eyes to entice them. My beloved will desire Me alone. Clothe Yourself in splendor. Clothe Yourself in might. Trail supernal righteousness, Quintessence of all Light.

As with the children of Israel, He will lead her in the wilderness, and He will protect her. The glory of God will rest upon her. He is giving Me a bride who will walk with Me hand in hand. The pillar of cloud will cover her. The Holy Spirit passionately desires that I have a pure bride. He will teach her and lead her. He will give her the oils and the perfumed spices. He will feed her manna from above—as He fed the children of Israel in the desert—so that within and without she might be prepared.

Nurtured and warm, she will grow and bloom for Me alone. The fragrance of her perfumes will be for Me alone, and she will sing—sing for Me alone. The glory will be a shield for her, blinding the eyes of the wicked. The cloud will cause them to stumble and fall. They will grope as in the darkest night, but they will not find her. But most will remain outside. Few seek Me in the center of the garden. Loose the rope, trim the sails, and let Me set the course.

Come into the wilderness. For in the wilderness there is a secret garden, and in the center of that garden, the doorway to God. Suddenly, the vision ended. I found that we were actually flying up to a mountain range on Earth. Beneath us the valley lay lush and green. On several of the encircling mountains there were apple orchards. These were laid out in neat rows and were carefully tended.

The sun shone on what seemed to be a river winding through the valley far below. However, as we drew nearer, I realized that it was a road. Before us near the top of the highest mountain was a large, protruding rock. It formed a ledge.

The white Eagle had taken me to this rock before. I buried my face in His scented feathers as I clung to His neck. He was taking me to His nest. Chapter Four Lessons of the Birds. We continued to fly higher. Before we neared the tallest mountain, I saw vultures circling the valley below us. Their bald heads looked raw, unclean, and repugnant. They seek that which is dead, not the living. Suddenly, thousands of small, dark birds began to pass us. The sky was filled with them.

They chattered loudly among themselves. The sound of their wings added to the commotion of their flight. They were so noisy and gabby that they did not recognize the white Eagle flying among them.

They called past us to confer and re - confer with one another. They rise, but not from fire. Covered with charcoal, they rise from the darkness of hiding among that which is charred. Do not fly with them. An updraft mercifully carried us higher than their piercing calls. Our earthbound focus has driven a stake into the ground to which our spirits are tethered. I blinked back into the present moment as a dark bird of prey passed beneath us. I had not thought of that phrase in years—and certainly not in connection with the work of the kingdom.

However, now that I thought about it, it seemed that in trying to reach the world or Christ, some of us had become remarkably like the world. We rivaled sideshow barkers in our flamboyant peddling. Could it be that we were cheapening the depth of commitment to which the Lord had called us?

Was the salt losing its savor? Before I could consider this further, a falcon swooped passed us. Fly with Me. They do not roost together like chickens [seeking protection from others instead of Christ]. They do not hunt bugs together like geese [seeking provision from other than the Lord].

Eagles nest high. Do you wish to fly with Me, Anna? Turn into the wind, and let the currents lift you higher. We did soar, higher and higher. The great white Eagle gently descended. He settled upon the rim of His large nest. I climbed from His back and sat down near its center. When I was seated on its floor, the rim was about chest high. It is not enough to love Him and want to be with Him. He wants a bride who is pure—one who is free from the world, the flesh, and the devil.

Also one who will not participate in the sins of immature Christians—one who is willing to be transformed into His likeness. I folded my arms on top of the nest and rested my head on my hands, looking out. We were very high above the valley. You could see for miles. I had noticed a few white feathers within the nest when I sat down.

As I looked out over the valley now, I wondered how many of my own juvenile feathers had been replaced by the strong, mature, white ones. My heavenly Father had asked me this question when I became His chancellor a secretary to a king. I answered that I was willing. Sometimes, however, I find that I answer before I know the cost--the real cost. Really willing? Am I willing to let the Holy Spirit bring me into a disciplined life, the life of a disciple?

What reward do I seek—Him or my own glory, being the bride He desires or becoming a marketable commodity? What reward do I seek? I turned to look at the white Eagle. He had changed into Jesus.

The Lord now was sitting on the rim of the nest with His feet on its floor. In His left hand He held a large, pink rose. I want you to be such a rose, Anna, a rose without thorns. Let yourself be poured from vessel to vessel so that the cracked sediment can be left behind. For you, Anna, He said. Fortresses tumble, walls crack and fall—more life rushes through your spirit and overflows to others. But you too benefit.

You too are invigorated by being a channel of My life. The choice was clear—life or death. If I wanted more life—more of Him—it would cost me. Everything outside of Him is death, death wearing a mask, mere delusion. I want more of God. I got up from the floor of the nest and sat beside Him on its rim. I looked into those clear eyes. Since You have promised to be my reward, the only reward I will accept is You. I want my Lover, my Friend; I want my Husband and my strong tower.

I love You and will be satisfied with nothing but You. I tilted my head to look up at Him. Then I returned my head to His chest. How secure I felt with His arms around me, how happy, how complete and totally at peace. We sat together quietly, holding one another. He took my hand and placed it over His heart. I could feel and hear His heart beating. He looked down at His hand covering mine.

Suddenly, before us in the air were twenty-four spirits. I could see right through them. In a stately manner they began to dance to heavenly music that seemed to come from nowhere. They danced on the air as if it were a floor. However, when they made a circle, it was vertical, like a wheel.

Their demeanor was reverential. They began to sing:. Let the earth hear heaven declare. Hear, O Earth, its voice.

Paradise breathes out a prayer. Trees and rocks rejoice. Every minute, every hour Singing songs unsung, Praising mysteries of His power, Blades of grass a tongue. Hear, O Earth, as heaven sings.

After their song ended, the dance continued to heavenly music. I wondered if the Lord would be wooing me always as He was doing now. Yet each period of time is rich in itself.

You do not like a static routine. Why should you mind change? Eat what is set before you. Enjoy the journey today. The spirits completed their exquisite offering. I sat up. Ishi and I both clapped in appreciation. Each spirit poured into my hand a small deposit of blue salt. Then each spirit flew back to stand before us. I ate the blue salt. It was good. The spirits seemed exceedingly pleased to have represented heaven in helping to make this covenant.

They bowed deeply from the waist, then disappeared. He helped me to stand. I picked up the bouquet. Instantly it became a large emerald. I blurted out a laugh, because it startled me. We began to rise from the nest. As we rose, I saw an unrolled scroll with writing on it. It extended from heaven to Earth and then back to heaven again. It formed a huge wheel touching Earth and heaven. We rose right beside it. Proclaimed in heaven, fulfilled on Earth—proclaimed on Earth, fulfilled in heaven.

Chapter Five The Pool of Reflection. After we arrived in Paradise, I found that I was sitting alone near a clear, round pool of water. On the opposite side of the pool, shrubbery was growing in geometric shapes—squares, rectangles, triangles, and circles. These shapes were reflected perfectly within the pool. Stacte was blooming behind the geometric shrubs.

Each of these bushes was covered with waxy white blossoms that gave a mild, pleasant fragrance. I remembered that stacte was a spice used in the holy incense. But I could not remember the meaning inherent in its name. It was unusually still by the pool, like being in the eye of a hurricane. I swung my legs around, putting my feet into the water. They hardly made a ripple. There she stood, her hair still tousled as if from play. She was wearing the same pale shift and pinafore.

She looked five or six years of age. However, she had old eyes. At times I could see through her arm or leg. She was a spirit. I sighed painfully within myself as I remembered the last time I had seen her.

I was not sure that I liked that idea. She continued as though she did not notice. Do you want to look into the pool? Of course I did not want to look into the pool. However, I was beginning to hear in my own voice, as well as in the hardness of my heart, my resistance to correction.

Shortly before arriving at the pool I was telling the Lord that I would give up anything and everything in order to gain more of Him. Now with my first opportunity to allow this declaration to become experiential in my life, I was balking. With a sigh I took my feet out of the water and lay down on my stomach to look into the pool.

I was amazed. But there were geometric objects stuck onto His head and face. They make the face of Jesus look really ugly. She leaned over to look at my face in the pool. I sat up to look into her face. She shook her head from side to side as children do when correcting one another. The strong smell of stacte flooded the area. I looked at the bushes. The fragrant gum was running down the branches. With a sigh I turned back to the pool. I looked into the water again. I gathered the courage to look at the blocks more closely.

Each had writing on it. I squinted to decipher the lettering. Although indignant, I dared not try to refute this because I knew it to be true. Perhaps I might hide this from others, but I could not hide it from myself or from God.

I say that I am doing what I do out of obedience, not caring about the results, but I do care. I care greatly. I want success. I want to feel that I am accomplishing something. I decided to look at another block. I say that I do not mind being poor, but I mind a great deal.

I do not like being poor. I know that to live by faith pleases You, and I want to please You. But truthfully, it is easier to talk about faith than to live by it. My hands went to my face in embarrassment. True again, I confessed. It is difficult for me to live a hidden life. I want respect. I want honor. I want to be known. I want How have You taken me as far as You have taken me? How can You love me? In my spirit I know that I want to be on the inside that which I present on the outside.

I know that I want to live by faith. I know that pride is a great sin. How am I better? Saying that galvanized my thinking. And I can plead the blood of Jesus before You and ask that You forgive me for every sin, as well as for every transgression. I can proclaim to You that the Holy Spirit was sent to apply the cross to every act of the flesh within me.

I ask for the cross. I ask that I be clean inside and outside. I want the life of Jesus to flow through me unhindered. I mean, Daddy, that I do not want one hindrance. I give You permission to bring me into a pure walk before You.

I know it will hurt. I know it. But I give You permission to ignore my whining. Wash me clean with the blood of Jesus—He who paid the ultimate price with His shed blood and death on the cross so that I might stand before You clean, in His righteousness.

Override my protests. Discount my whimpering. Please, please do not let me go around this mountain one more time. I do not want to live a halfhearted life, compromising at every turn because I do not want the pain of the cross. I realized suddenly that a very bright angel was near me catching in an alabaster bottle every tear that I cried.

The tears would start down my cheeks and then automatically, obediently even, go into the vial. I was fascinated.

I was so fixed upon this sight that I jumped a little when my name was called from behind me. It was Judy, the angel of praise. She was dressed in a gossamer green under tunic bound with a golden girdle.

Over this was a deeper green cloak that had long, oversized sleeves. These sleeves contained pockets that held all manner of golden musical instruments.

Her neck, hands, and feet had a slight tint of gold.