FULL DISCLOSURE, by Dr. Linda Smith

I've come to realize the there have been times when the supernatural move of God was present and I didn't realize that was what it was.  Perhaps I was just too religiously legalistic.  Perhaps I was just spiritually unaware.  Perhaps I was too conscious of what others might think.

So let me 'come out' about my spiritual experiences.  These are just some of which I've become aware.  I can tell you that in our church, many are experiencing amazing supernatural manifestations from God.  It's not weird. It's not stupid. It's not ridiculous.  It's God.

It's supernatural.

1. ANGELS - Yes, I've seen angels. Many times. I've seen them in my home, in my church, on the street, literally, spiritually, in a vision, in dreams.

2. MIRACLES - Yes, I've experienced actual miracles. Too many to list here. Actual physically manifested miracles. Not the kind a doctor did and we just give God glory (which, by the way, is really a miracle too), but ones that God gets the glory because He and He alone did it.

3. TRAVEL - Yes, I've been translated or transported or whatever you supernatural legalists (lol) want to call it.  I've traveled spiritually to venues where I was to preach, seen the rooms, the stage, and even seen the people who would attend and where they would sit.  I would receive what to minister to them individually and their lives were radically changed by God's power.

4. WONDERS - Yes, I've seen oil appear, glitter appear, fragrances manifest, felt the holy spirit blow through the room and found a gemstone (one so far and more to come).

5. VICTORY OVER DEVILS - Yes, I've cast out devils by the power of the Holy Spirit and the name of Jesus.

I could go on.  Really I could.  But, it's your turn now.  Stop being religious; be Christian.  Embrace the supernatural power of God.

We at PHCC teach how to flow in the supernatural realm of God.  Come check it out.

One Young Man's Experience at Glory School

Thursday, September 9, 2010

I served as the chief and only parking attendant at Glory School after working a six-hour shift at First Transit. Since I'd been up so early with little or no break, I hadn't had an opportunity to be in the Word. I was hungry for it, so, while I was waiting between arriving cars, I asked Father to speak a Scripture to me. He said, “You are the apple of my eye.”

Later, during worship, I experienced the pressing weight of God's glory. I fell to my knees near the bottom of the stage's stairs and could not get up. I tried several times but could not push off the floor. My muscles ached. I complained of the pain to God; He reminded me that it wasn't nearly as painful as what Jesus endured on my behalf, so I relaxed into the weightiness. During the next singing of the song's chorus, I saw a leaf being blown this way and that in the wind. I really was blown away. When the song ended, I was able to stand to my feet.

I saw a “map” of the sanctuary in my mind's eye. Everything was in a grayscale except two seats that were highlighted in a glowing red. Holy Spirit instructed me go to one of the red spots, find a particular woman with wild, curly hair wearing a purple shirt, and then ask her to dance in God's presence. I went to the back of the room, where my seat was, looking for such a woman as I walked. I didn't see her so I took a swig from my water bottle and turned to sit down. Then my eyes scanned the part of the room where the second red spot on the map had been. I saw her, with hair and clothing precisely as God had told me. Neither doubting nor hesitating, I walked around to her and invited her to dance with me. As we danced, I received a word for her: “God wants to dance with you like a father and his daughter at her wedding.” We finished the song and I shared the word with her. She smiled and said that they do dance together every morning! (Later, Rhonda told me she was related to the woman by her son's in-laws.)

At some point during the conference, I learned about the eggs of Heaven's eagles. They do lay eggs but not to reproduce. There is no need to reproduce in Heaven because no one ever dies there! The eggs of Heaven's eagles are small and golden. Inside is a liquid similar to oil but stickier and slower. More like honey. I broke several of these on people's heads through the course of the weekend. The oil was glory mixed with joy and it would run down people's hair all the way to their shoes. They would laugh and shake; one lady collapsed into her chair.

Friday, September 10, 2010

In an exercise for learning to hear the voice of God, we were told to ask Him about our future. I heard Him tell me that I'm “going into politics.” This did not sit well with me and I told Him so. Then I saw an image of the floor of the Oval Office. I said, “Lord, I do not want to be president, but if it is your will, I will do it.” Then I felt a gentle “No. I said 'in to politics.'” Then I understood that I would minister to politicians, even at very high levels. I'm excited about this!

I learned about “glory pistols” and then experienced a “glory machine gun.” It's all just fun in the Spirit. Usually just a finger-gun fired by one Believer at another with a forced puff of air through pursed lips that results in the target whirling, stumbling, or falling. I had several “duels” with some friends, laughing all the while. Then I crossed paths with Patricia Graham in a hallway. We had a duel, laughed, hugged, and proceeded on our ways. Then she called my name. I turned just as she raked a toy machine gun across me, making appropriate sounds and motions. I smiled at her jest. Half a second later, I jolted in multiple directions and flew back against the wall, sliding to the floor in a joyous cascade of laughter. I did not do this on purpose; the glory of God did it all!

During worship, I saw the Lamb. It was definitely not a cute little Easter lamb! It was HUGE! And FLUFFY! And FAT and ROUND!! It was suspended in the air above the stage and moved not a muscle. It had seven eyes arranged in an “H” shape (the middle one would focus with one pair of the others at a time, looking in order at someone's past, present, and future in perfect clarity). It had seven horns arranged like a crown around its head (they may have gone under the neck in a circle—like a necklace—I'm not too sure on this point). I pushed my face into the wool and found warmth, safety, and comfort. The wool was very curly and perfectly white; it felt smooth like fine silk but wet and slippery as though drenched in baby oil. I shared this vision from the stage, declaring that, even seeing our past, present, and future with perfect clarity, we were still much loved, and encouraging the people to press into the goodness and fatness of God's love.

During one of the sessions, Patricia King taught us to always sow something when an offering is taken up, even if you don't have money. I took this to heart when, later, she took up an offering that I really wanted to participate in. I didn't have any money to put in the bucket, so I just leaned over and breathed into it. Immediately, I quaked under the power of Holy Spirit. It was awesome!

After learning to fly, I tried it in the parking lot. I was immediately whisked out over the Hill Country. I saw several rivers and a large lake before zooming down at and then through my parents' house. I alighted on the front porch. The kokopeli statue caught my attention as I looked out toward the front yard. Then there was a rustling in the bushes to the right. I looked closer and saw a black creature moving about that greatly resembled the statue except that it moved and was a little bigger. It was scared of me on sight, so I spoke quickly before it could hide or run away. “I have come to serve sentence on you.” I immediately had the sword of the Lord in my right hand. I swung at the creature and lopped off its head. Immediately, six or seven identical but smaller creatures scrambled out of the garage on my left. I commanded them: “And you! Pick up this carcass and get out before I make carcasses out of you!” They grabbed up the fallen demon like pallbearers and ran away as fast as they could.

Then I was upstairs in my parents' bedroom standing in front of the metal bear statue with the lightning bolt cut in it. I didn't see a creature here, but I swung the sword at the statue and it was cleaved in twain. Then I was outside in the backyard. I saw over the house a large green dragon. In the natural I was interrupted by people arriving after the meal break, but I determined to finish what I'd started.

I did finish the next morning after I woke up. I didn't fly this time, but I was immediately standing in the same place in my parents' backyard, still looking at the dragon. It breathed fire at me, but I just stood my ground and held up my shield in my left hand. The fire surrounded me but did not harm me. The dragon roared and came in close to attack with a massive bite. As it approached, I just swung the sword of the Lord and removed its head in a single stroke. I returned to my bed feeling victorious and knowing that within three to four months my parents would come to the full knowledge of the grace, mercy, and truth of the Lord.

God is no respecter of persons; satan too shall reap what he has sown (chains on believers := part of Michael's chain at the binding of satan for 1000 years, e.g.).

Saturday, September 11, 2010

From the sound booth at the back of the room, I saw twelve little angels parade into the room, each carrying a barrel on its right shoulder. Six positioned themselves and their barrels along the left aisle; six were along the right aisle. They just stood at attention, facing the crowd with hands resting idly on their barrels. I knew the barrels contained glory wine. I was distracted from the teaching by these angels. They were short and wore brown robes like Friar Tuck. They all had smiles on their faces and radiated joy; I think they shared jokes once in a while! When I tuned back in to the teaching, I realized Patricia King was explaining the New Wine of Heaven! My expectation for what the angels would do rose with each word. As she closed the lesson, the angels flipped open the barrels and began sloshing wine out over the crowd in great splashing arcs. Everyone in the room was filled with joy! I shared this vision later with a new friend and she went down under the glory (she told me later that she'd thought I'd said “little fire trucks”)!

“I will not bark like a dog,” I said aloud. Then, I barked.