Money/resources connected to Herod’s own household was moving through Joanna to sustain the very ministry Herod wanted to destroy.

Luke 8 gives us a detail… women were helping fund the ministry of Yeshua from their own resources. One of them was Joanna, the wife of Chuza, the manager of Herod Antipas’s household.

Think about that. Really sit with it.

Herod represented an earthly kingdom built on power, wealth and control. Yeshua was traveling from village to village proclaiming another Kingdom. A Kingdom built on compassion, healing, freedom and unconditional love.

Yeshua was teaching sovereign jurisdiction. Herod wanted Him dead because this Kingdom threatened the authority of his own.

When Yeshua was warned about Herod, He replied, “Go and tell that fox…” 🦊 🙃 and declared that He would continue driving out demons and healing people until His work was complete.

The fox symbolized cunning, calculated destruction and predatory power. Yeshua was exposing Herod as a ruler who operated through manipulation and self-preservation, not as the noble king he imagined himself to be.

More importantly, Yeshua refused to allow Herod’s threats to interrupt His assignment. Read that sentence again.

Religious AND Political spirits interrupt assignments.

Will you allow that in your life? Only you can answer that question honestly.

Genesis 9:13 says, “I have set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be a sign of the covenant between me and the earth.”

If you ask most people what Genesis 9:13 says, they will not say “bow.” They will say “rainbow.” When you become a student of the text and let the word be what the word is, you see that it says bow. The Hebrew word is qeshet, and it is the same word used for a weapon throughout Scripture. The text does not switch to a separate word for “rainbow” in Genesis 9. The bow appears in the clouds; the word remains bow.

Some translations translate it “rainbow,” perhaps to name the visible phenomenon…the arc of light bending into the colors our eyes can see.

Remember, we always look at both the form and function of something. We can see the rainbow as a clarifier of what our eyes physically see, but we cannot let that remove its meaning of function. Bow carries the weapon.

As His bow is set in the clouds after Noah has been carried through the waters, we are given a metaphorical picture. The Hebrew word for Noah’s ark is tevah, meaning a vessel or container. It was the container that carried life through the storm. The arc appears afterward as a sign of preservation. Remember that word, preservation, because we are going to come back to it.

The ark is below, carrying creation through the storm. The arc is above, marking the covenant over creation.

Do not miss this. Catch the form and function of what we are looking at here.

An ark is the vessel that carries life. An arc is the curve of the bow placed over that life. One moves through the waters. The other appears above them as the sign that the waters did not have the final word.

We see this pattern again in Acts 27 and 28. I have called the allegorical picture within these passages “the journey home” for a reason.

Paul is heading toward Rome when violent waters interrupt the journey. The storm lasts for days. The ship is carried outside the control of those aboard it. They lose cargo, many of the men lose hope, and eventually the entire vessel breaks apart under the force of the storm and the sea.

But remember, Paul had already been given a word in Acts 27:22: “There will be no loss of life among you, but only of the ship.” Again, remember how this relates to preservation.

Now check this out! The vessel you were traveling on may be temporary, but the assignment is not.

Please pause here and catch this. Ask the Holy Spirit to speak specifically into your life about it. Your assignment was not lost because of an interruption in the journey home. Go back and relate this to the car wash story I told you in the last video.

As we continue through Acts, the vessel is no longer whole, yet every person who had already received the word that there would be no loss of life remained alive. The ship broke apart, but the word over them did not.

In Acts 28, Paul continues toward Rome aboard a ship (ark) bearing the sign of the Twin Gods, Castor and Pollux.

“After three months we set sail in a ship that had wintered in the island, a ship of Alexandria, with the twin gods as a figurehead.” Acts 28:11

For those of you who do not know, Castor and Pollux are associated with the Mazzaroth sign we now call Gemini. Its Hebrew name is THAUMIN, meaning “twins” or “paired ones.”

The vessel carried their sign as an identifying figurehead. Remember the form and function of things. After surviving the storm and the waters, Paul is placed on another vessel with the twins at its bow, and he continuestoward the place 🏹 his assignment was already carrying him.

An ark carries life through the flood. A broken ship carries Paul far enough for him to survive the storm. Another ship appears when it is time for the journey to continue. Above the waters is the bow, and on the vessel is another sign at the bow. Are you getting it?

This is a symbol and an allegorical picture of the journey home. This is where you have to sit and remember what the journey home is and what Home is.

Catch this because it is very important. Sometimes the vessel that carried you through one part of your assignment is not the vessel that will carry you into the next. Sometimes you arrive holding only a piece of what broke. That does not mean the storm or the waters won. It means the vessel completed the part of the journey it was able to carry you through.

We have been talking about how you cannot cross the threshold if you cannot anchor into what the assignment requires for you to continue. This is where divine intervention seeds and grows us in strength and stature. Endurance is needed for this part of the journey.

We can mistake the breaking of a vessel for the ending of a word, or view the vessel as something false that entered our path.

Acts 27 does not tell that story. It tells us that the vessel might be lost during the assignment, but the word over it will be preserved.

Also, remember where Jeremiah 32 shows this same pattern? Jeremiah was told to buy land while he was imprisoned, external warfare attempting to pause his assignment. He then placed the deed in a jar for PRESERVATION!

A word is given. Preservation happens when you remain in faith and heed the instruction. The purpose does not change because the assignment continues. We must take action, though.

Acts 28 shows us another vessel waiting on the other side of the storm. There is always preservation, and there is always preparation, even when you cannot see past the storm.

What if the journey was never dependent upon one ship or one ark remaining intact? What if it has always been held by the word spoken before the storm came or the waters began rising?

This is where external warfare has stopped many people, given them a false sense of reality, and left them disillusioned. This is where the bow comes back into play.

The bow is a weapon, a boundary line, and a promise over your journey. When you remain within that line, that arc, that harmony, and that long sight, it marks territory held in divine order.

See past the false light arc and get inside the divine arc.

Waters and storms may interrupt the journey, but they do not end your assignment.

External warfare may interrupt your journey, but it does not end your assignment.

You may lose cargo. You may have to expose what cannot continue with you. You may even experience a breaking in your vessel. What does not end is what the Creator and the breath of God have already spoken over the life of your mission and assignment in the Kingdom.

This is where you braid and anchor in.

Acts 27:29:

“Fearing that we might run on the rocks, they let down four anchors from the stern and prayed for day to come.”

That is what is being carried Home.

There comes a point in your walk where you have to decide whether you are going to steward what you were given or spend your life trying to make everyone comfortable with it.

It 👏 IS👏NOT👏A👏CONFERENCE👏CALL!!!!!

You cannot keep asking to be sent and then be afraid of where you are sent.

You cannot ask for greater responsibility, greater opportunity, greater influence, and then shrink the moment carrying it requires you to be misunderstood.

Didn’t you ask to be ekballo’d?

Then understand what comes with being sent.

There will be rooms where your voice and very presence makes people uncomfortable. There will be people who misunderstand your intentions, question your motives, criticize your language, and sometimes decide who you are without ever actually knowing you.

You cannot spend your entire life trying to correct every perception of you. At some point, you have to become more committed to walking the narrow path than managing everyone’s opinion of how you walk it.

Discernment still matters. Humility still matters. Being teachable still matters.

We should be willing to examine ourselves, surrender to God, apologize when necessary, and look at the fruit of what we are producing.

But discernment is very different from fear.

There is a difference between listening because something may contain wisdom and constantly editing yourself because you are terrified someone might disapprove.

If you have been entrusted with something, steward it.

Jeremiah bought land while the city was under siege because he had been given long sight beyond the circumstances directly in front of him.

Noah built before everyone understood why he was building.

Philip walked south not having a clue why.

Esther eventually had to enter the room.

Deborah had to speak.

Daniel had to remain steadfast and grow in stature even when the environment around him demanded something different.

They could not steward what they had been shown while simultaneously requiring everyone around them to understand it first. If you’re waiting for that, you’re going to keep waiting.

Maybe part of the preparation has been learning how to remain anchored when people misunderstand you. Maybe the door could not open before because criticism would have crushed you. What if the rejection would have redirected you because you could not hand the disapprovals of those you love?

Does their approval still have too much authority over your decision to heed the instructions from the Holy Spirit?

What if the greater responsibility you have been asking for requires becoming capable of carrying both the assignment and the opinions that come with it?

We keep talking about building, creating, restoring, providing, becoming storehouses, helping people, stewarding resources and participating in what comes next. That requires people who are governed from within THE KINGDOM.

The meek shall inherit the earth.

Listen. Discern. Correct when correction is needed. Stay humble. Look at the fruit.

And then keep walking. 🚶‍♀️ 🏃‍♂️

I’ve learned that eventually, you have to stop asking permission to become who you were already called to be.

The calling is the permission.

Right now, spiritual warfare has increased for many. Call it what it is and stop bypassing it. Deal with it. Stand up. Grow in stature. Seek the Spirit of Truth and Wisdom for understanding.

When Yeshua was asked how to pray, one of the central things He taught was to pray Your Kingdom come. It’s not about escaping earth!

God’s Kingdom reign, will, and order to be manifested here….“on earth as it is in heaven.”

Our Father in heaven, hallowed be Your name.

Your kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

For Yours is the kingdom and the power

and the glory forever.

(Read it in Aramaic for even deeper meaning of form and function.)

May peace be with you,

Brandi 🕊️

(And what is darkness? It not just what we call evil)

Love is telling what you see, even when no one else can see it yet.

Love is protecting those who cannot protect themselves.

Love is saying no. No to what harms. No to what steals. No to what kills and destroys, not just you, but your neighbor standing next to you.

True love activates your stewardship.

🕊️🤍

… if we all just did that 👆🏻

Unconditional love. That’s it. That’s the whole thing.

Everything else…the peace, the healing, the “saving”, the freedom and liberation, the miracles people chase their whole lives…all of it is a byproduct. It’s what naturally occurs as the overflow.

You don’t get there by knowing more scripture than the next person. You don’t get there by defending only your belief and scaring people into submission through fear.

You remember and activate faith by becoming love. By letting it move through you. It is literally the current and frequency you carry in your very cells. The Light of Christ is in, around and through you when you let it shine. ✨

We stop making complicated what was always simple. Freely it was given, and freely it can be received. It’s reciprocal.

Love without condition. Watch everything else fall into place behind it.

That’s it. That’s the Way.

Let’s make the world a better place and steward it in love. 🕊️🕊️

Instead of being pulled into every spiritual, ideological, religious, or political debate, you begin watching yourself. You observe your own reactions. You become curious about why something triggers you.

Why do I feel the need to judge? Why do I feel compelled to defend my position? Why am I so determined to convince someone else to think like me?

Why aren’t we watching our own reactions?

So much of what we call discernment is often attachment in disguise. We defend framework. My side is better than your side. My ideology is more evolved.

Each person is on their own path. If you observe long enough, you’ll watch the pendulum swing through countless frameworks, beliefs, and identities. Some become necessary teachers. Some are stepping stones. Some will eventually be outgrown.

The moment you shift from seeking truth to proving your framework superior, you’ve stepped back into the very thing you say you’ve left behind.

Think about it.

The thing that continually triggers you still has influence over you. The thing that captivates your attention can also hold you captive. If someone else’s beliefs have the power to control your emotions, consume your thoughts, or create an irresistible need to argue, they are still governing part of your inner world.

This isn’t just about Christianity or any of the other Abrahamic religions. It isn’t just about what people call New Age spirituality. It isn’t just about politics. It exists everywhere.

You can find it throughout the Abrahamic religions. You can find it inside denominations. You can find it inside spiritual movements. You can find it inside political ideologies. Study them deeply enough and you’ll discover the same polarities, the same divisions, the same certainty that says, “We’re right, and they’re wrong.”

History keeps repeating itself…until you exit the repeating yourself.

True liberation doesn’t come from convincing everyone to join your framework. It doesn’t come from judging those who don’t think, believe, or practice like you. That often produces certainty masquerading as wisdom and dogmatism mistaken for truth.

Real freedom begins when you become more interested in observing your own consciousness than policing someone else’s. And if that word conciousness just triggered you— pause and ask why? Also go define it and stop giving that word to other frameworks.

Yeshua consistently redirected people’s attention inward before outward. Read Matthew 7: 3-5. It’s not gentle but pretty harsh. “You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.”

Inner transformation begins with self-examination. If the eye be single, the whole body will be full of light….

Many of you have been feeling something heavy the last few days. My DMs are flooded with the same question. Why do I feel grief right now?

Let me put some words around it as best I can. I’ve sat quiet for the last week. It has felt like sacred silence to really tune in and hear from God.

Here’s the best way I can answer that grief question.

You have the house. The car. The kids. The job. Your health. You checked every box that was handed to you since childhood. And yet something feels off and you can’t explain it to anyone because how do you tell people you’re grieving when you have everything the world says should make you happy?

That grief is real. It’s ok to say it out loud. It’s actually what you probably need to do.

What we have called the “American Dream”, and if you live somewhere else you probably have a different name for the same thing, is a well packaged, culturally endorsed story about what a good life looks like from the outside. And it is good. It does work. It is rewarding.

Until it isn’t.

The soul doesn’t forget where it came from. Ever.

So when it starts to remember, and you wake from your amnesia, even before you’re consciously aware of what’s happening, everything you built around the story you were fed starts to feel like a costume. Like a mask. And the grief you’re feeling is because somewhere inside you know the mask has to come off.

It’s not because your life is wrong. Not because you did anything wrong. But because your soul is craving what your spirit has been whispering to you for a long time now.

Its origin.

Who you have always been underneath all of it.

What makes it even harder to talk about is we have been conditioned to only see gratitude when we have all the boxes checked. When you have your health. When your family is okay. When nothing is technically wrong you’re not supposed to grieve. Gratitude is the answer you’re expected to give. And you are grateful. That’s not the question.

But gratitude and grief can live in the same chest at the same time. One doesn’t cancel the other out. Two things can be true at the same time.

What you’re grieving is the old life. The old story. The old version of you that played the role beautifully and kept everyone comfortable and checked every box. That version served you. But now it’s being asked to transform into something the box was never big enough to hold.

It is time to expand and be ok with the expansion.

Your spirit didn’t come here to maintain a lifestyle. It came here to fulfill something, to learn, to expand your awareness.

The body walking around right now, your temple, knows the difference even when the mind is still trying to talk you out of it. It has nothing to do with more achievement… or a bigger house… or a better title… or even more money.

If you sat down right now and put your hand on your heart, and asked, without letting your mind jump in with another story… “why am I here? What is the real call on my life? Why do I have everything and still feel this anger, this sadness, this emptiness…? Why am I really grieving?”

You already know the answer.

Apart from that answer another layer evolves. Most are doing what you feel you have to, and not what your spirit is saying.

We are at the transition of the age.

Living the “American Dream” will not sustain the soul awakening into the Kingdom realm. Only one of those leads to the way of Life.

The grief is really your soul saying it’s ready. It’s the doorway to change— to Metanoia.

So if you feel that grief, that ache. Congratulations! You’re at the door. You now choose if you walk through it.

Not everything is as black and white as you may have made it. There’s a lot of grey spaces in the in between.

Not in a fearful way.

Not in a “we are better than everyone” way.

They simply believed that what people continually surround themselves with eventually shapes them, so they built their lives differently.

The Essenes devoted themselves to higher living and stewardship in every sense of the word. How they ate. How they spoke. How they treated the body. How they handled community. How they approached prayer, silence, soul family, education, cleansing, integrity, and truth.

They believed the body was sacred.

The land was sacred.

Water was sacred.

Speech was sacred.

Relationship was sacred.

Mission and purpose was sacred.

What’s interesting is I first began having remembrance of this community long before I ever deeply studied them historically.

I began dreaming about it and then waking visions and déjà vu. And I don’t mean dreams in the way people talk about getting random symbolic intel. I mean the kind that feels more like memory than imagination.

Like stepping into a place your soul already knows. There were moments in the dream space that carried this strange déjà vu feeling of living among a people devoted to purification, simplicity, stewardship, and a sacred rhythm I often have a hard time putting words to.

It felt familiar. Ancient. Deeply ordered. And so alive in my soul that I began to study them historically. What’s odd is many things I found in my studies was absolutely opposite of my remembrances. I could look through documents and articles and tell immediately if it was bs or partial truth. It actually was one of the things that woke me up to how much of our history we are fed is an absolute myth made fact. Anyway…..

When I began studying the Essenes, something inside me recognized it immediately.

Honestly, the more I remembered and studied them, the more I realized how disconnected modern life has become from anything truly sacred.

We live in a world where people flood themselves daily with chaos, distraction, overstimulation, artificiality, division, and noise… then wonder why they feel spiritually exhausted and internally fragmented.

The Essenes operated in something most people have forgotten.

Your environment matters.

Your rhythms matter.

Your thoughts matter.

Your community matters.

What you consume matters.

They guarded the gates of the body because they believed the human being itself was a temple. You know that whole “the temple of the Holy Spirit” passage that is repeated but rarely embodied in its fullness.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

One of the ways this showed up was through ritual immersion in living water. They practiced cleansing regularly, sometimes daily, not because they believed water magically saved them, but because it symbolized purification of the inner world. For them, impurity was not just sin in the religious sense.

It was separation from God.

It was internal division.

Misalignment. A double-mind.

Divided coherence of the mind and heart. Living disconnected from truth.

The water represented returning to clarity. We call it baptism now.. or most would say it’s for a profession of faith. It was much more sacred at one time and carried a deep stewardship.

Let’s look at John the Baptist stepping onto the scene. Suddenly the wilderness voice makes a lot more sense. We’ve broken down John 1 in the past.

Here was this man emerging from the desert. Living simply. Calling people into repentance through immersion in the Jordan River.

It had nothing to do with the religious institutions. It wasn’t just a ritual to perform.

It was through a preparation.

“Prepare the way.”

That was the message.

Whether John was formally connected to the Essenes or simply influenced by the same atmosphere and understanding, the parallels are hard to ignore. I won’t argue with people about this but I have seen that he was in fact a part of that community, as well as Yeshua.

The Essenes already practiced The Way in their communities. John and Yeshua also taught the same. There are themes of the wilderness, the cleansing rituals, the call to inner transformation, and an emphasis on

rejecting corruption and empty religious appearance. No whitewashed tombs.

John spoke to people who knew how to appear spiritual while remaining internally divided. Honestly… not much has changed. Why are you even reading this? Because we’ve all been undergoing this transformative process ourselves.

People still confuse information with embodiment. Still confuse public spirituality with transformation. Repentance is Metanoia. It does not mean just ask for forgiveness. It means turn around and go the other way. It is a metamorphosis. Transfiguring. Transforming— spirit, mind, and body.

The Essenes understood you cannot carry light through a fractured vessel forever. At some point the inner world has to come into order.

Your inner world is an outwards reflection and the mask will eventually fall if they are not in alignment.

I think that is part of what John was truly preparing people for. Not merely baptism through water. It was about becoming a vessel capable of carrying and being the fullness of THE temple of Light.

The was a form of preparation. Not just dunking once and proclaiming Jesus and your Lord and Savior. It was about the Spirit activation inside the Temple.

That is why John says:

“I baptize with water, but one comes after me who baptizes with Spirit and fire.”

Fire transforms even more after the water activated. It’s a part of consecration.

I see this as part of what we are collectively walking through right now too.

The unraveling.

The exposure.

The surfacing of what was hidden.

Re-activation.

Transformation.

Reorienting back to origin.

The body illuminated to hold more Light. 🧬

The Essenes understood that what you repeatedly participate in eventually shapes your consciousness. Yes, your awareness and how to become one with God. (John 17:21)

Honestly, I think deep down we already know all this. We all just have to remember.

She asked if there was a teaching in the Gospels that actually explains how to become more Christ-like… how to embody John 17:21,

“That they all may be one.”

I thought for a moment and the passage that immediately came to me was:

“If thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light.”

She sounded confused. I asked her,
“Have you ever actually broken that verse down?”

In Greek, the word for “single” is haplous. It means particle of union, properly folded together. Undivided. Clear in focus. Not split internally. Not serving two masters within yourself. Literal repentance and turning from sin. Aka metanoia and remembrance. Transformed not separate from.

In the Aramaic, the language carries the idea of perception itself. ‼️Remember we look to the FORM and FUNCTION.‼️


How you see. What you embody.
The inner essence being expressed outwardly.

Even the word for light, nuhra, carries the idea of illumination, intelligence, and embodiment. That changes the verse completely because Yeshua wasn’t just talking about physical eyesight.


He was talking about consciousness. *Gasp* the word religion hates. 🫪
It’s awareness , inner unity.

The “single eye of Christ” is a state of being where your inner world is no longer split, your thoughts, spirit, intentions, and actions move in alignment, and perception is no longer distorted by fear, illusion, or double-mindedness.

By the “light in your eyes”, it reveals what a person truly holds and embodies within themselves. A divided mind cannot hold light fully just like a fractured heart distorts perception. Inner chaos clouds discernment.

So when the inner war quiets…when spirit, mind, and body begin coming into alignment…light fills the body naturally…organically. You are reoriented back to origin.

And honestly, that one line may nearly embody nearly everything He taught.

A house divided cannot stand.
The kingdom is within.
That they all may be one.

No man can serve two masters.

First remove the beam from your own eye.

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see clearly.

As a man thinks within himself, so is he.

The lamp is meant to give light to the whole house.

You will know them by their fruit.

This is where discernment comes in. Not the one that lives in your head, running every option through logic until you’re exhausted. Real discernment lives lower than that… In your heart. That’s the knowing when the double, split mind becomes confused.

There’s also a place for truly hearing outside the walls that we’ve placed on the Spirit within us. There are times we are told to go, or to stop, or to rest… those must be heeded without delay. That is our saving grace.

Don’t go before you’re sent.

Don’t wait past your moment.

Let divine time align and ride that wave 🌊

You don’t dim truth.

But you also don’t force awakening.

Will you be sent, ekballo’d… or will you try to become something on your own?

That’s a huge difference, and a lesson we all must learn.

We grow and expand by continuing The Way.

John 9. This chapter opens with a man who has been blind since birth. The disciples immediately ask the question that religion loves to asks when disease, illness, or suffering appears.

“And his disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?””

‭‭John‬ ‭9‬:‭2‬ ‭

Who sinned? Was it him or his parents? They assume blindness must be punishment. Cause and blame. Shame and guilt.

Yeshua interrupts that entire thought process:

“Jesus answered, “It was not that this man sinned, or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him.” John‬ ‭9‬:‭3‬ ‭

Then he ads, “We must work the works of him who sent me while it is day; night is coming, when no one can work. As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world.””

‭‭John‬ ‭9‬:‭4-5‬ ‭

Day and night also carry both form and function. The metaphor of day points to a time when truth and revelation can be seen clearly. Night represents spiritual darkness. The same work can still be done in the night, but it becomes more difficult to see because of spiritual blindness. Then he takes it even further. He does not simply work in the light. He says He is the Light.

Then…. Then he does something that, if many people witnessed it today, would likely be called witchcraft. Some might even frame it as divination. He spits on the ground, mixes it with dirt, makes mud, and places it on the man’s eyes. He tells him to wash in the pool of Siloam.

The man does this and comes back seeing.

To me, this is where the deeper revelations begins. This miracle exposes the blindness of everyone else.

Now that the man can see, the Pharisees interrogate him. His parents distance themselves out of fear of the Jews. “His parents said these things because they feared the Jews, for the Jews had already agreed that if anyone should confess Jesus to be Christ, he was to be put out of the synagogue.”

‭‭John‬ ‭9‬:‭22‬ ‭‬‬

“So they said to him, “Then how were your eyes opened?” He answered, “The man called Jesus made mud and anointed my eyes and said to me, ‘Go to Siloam and wash.’ So I went and washed and received my sight.””

‭‭John‬ ‭9‬:‭10‬-‭11‬ ‭‬‬

Religious leaders debate legality because the healing happened on the Sabbath. The irony of it all.

“Some of the Pharisees said, “This man is not from God, for he does not keep the Sabbath.” But others said, “How can a man who is a sinner do such signs?” And there was a division among them.”

‭‭John‬ ‭9‬:‭16‬ ‭

The true kicker here is the only person who actually sees clearly in the whole chapter is the man who was blind from birth. The religious “authorities” who claim spiritual sight cannot recognize what is happening in front of them, and it’s not a lack of information. They have all of the information and the evidence. They chose to see through their programmed reality and inherited religious beliefs instead.

“And they reviled him, saying, “You are his disciple, but we are disciples of Moses. We know that God has spoken to Moses, but as for this man, we do not know where he comes from.””

‭‭John‬ ‭9‬:‭28‬-‭29‬ ‭

Enter hierarchal structures. You know the one Yeshua broke down but religious institutions reinstated? Yes, those.

“The man answered, “Why, this is an amazing thing! You do not know where he comes from, and yet he opened my eyes.”

‭‭John‬ ‭9‬:‭30‬ ‭

We know that God does not listen to sinners, but if anyone is a worshiper of God and does his will, God listens to him.”

‭‭John‬ ‭9‬:‭31‬

It was, and I’d say in many circles now, a believed principle that God does not answer sinners. I’d also implore people to go break down the word sinners and what that means versus what modern language describes as sin, too.

Back to the story.

The irony is that the Pharisees think they are the ones who truly “see,” yet they refuse to follow the logic of the evidence in front of them or open their heart to see. The man who had been blind ends up showing clearer reasoning and spiritual perception than the religious authorities questioning him.

The disconnect in John 9 is not really about whether God listens to sinners. (And which elohim were they worshipping?)

There is a deeper tension about authority and recognition. The religious believe they have authority as disciples of Moses and had already decided who Yeshua was before examining the fruit of what happened. How many do that now? How many still have this same disconnect?

Their framework would not allow them to see what was right in front of them. Their perception was veiled, which is exactly why the chapter ends with Yeshua saying that those who claim to see may actually be blind.

“Some of the Pharisees near him heard these things, and said to him, “Are we also blind?” Jesus said to them, “If you were blind, you would have no guilt; but now that you say, ‘We see,’ your guilt remains.”

‭‭John‬ ‭9‬:‭40‬-‭41‬ ‭‬‬

Notice that every round of questioning reveals the same thing. The leaders are more committed to protecting their religious dogma and perceptions than recognizing truth. Sit with that. It’s something we all must ask ourselves and reflect upon.

Why do I believe what I believe?

Sight comes in layers. Can we allow the onion to be pealed back as the scales over the ears and eyes are removed?

It sounds backwards, but it is actually a principle. Spiritual sight begins with humility. With the willingness to admit you do not fully see.

The moment someone becomes convinced they already have perfect vision, they stop looking. And the moment you stop looking, you stop seeing.

Sometimes we stop seeing because we become certain we already know it all; because someone else told us so. Or because we believe our version of truth is the truth and everyone else’s must be a lie. Or because our religion is the “right” one and every other belief must be wrong.

But certainty has a way of closing the eyes. What if it has been religious dogma all along that kept the eyes from seeing?

Yeshua did not come to build a religion. He pulled people out of rigid systems and revealed His Father to show them The Way.

Later, people built another religion around Him using His name, yet many within that religion have never truly examined what He actually taught and how it contradicts the majority of the religion carrying His name.

The Way and modern Christianity in the West are not the same.

John 9 is not just about a physical miracle. That physical miracle was just an activation and outward expression of the inner workings. It is about the difference between information and revelation. Between knowledge and perception. Between seeing with the eyes and seeing with the heart.

Sometimes people don’t actually want the truth. It’s much easier to protect the perceptions of the perceived reality that make us feel certain instead.

There is a version of living that looks, from the outside, like everything is fine. The bills are paid. The roles are filled. The calendar is full. You show up. You perform. You manage. And somewhere underneath all of it, something quieter, something that has always been there, waits.

The dormant season is not failure. It is not always spiritual laziness or lack of faith. It is the seed beneath the soil before the conditions are right for it to push through. The seed is not dead. It is not wasted. It is being held in the dark, intact, waiting for the right moment to crack open and become what it was always meant to be.

Most people spend years in this season without realizing it has a name. They call it numbness, or routine, or just life. They fill the quiet with noise because the quiet asks too much. They stay busy because stillness surfaces the knowing they are not yet ready to act on. And the knowing waits. Patient. Persistent. It does not leave. It simply waits for you to stop running long enough to hear it.

Before the spark can ignite, you have to be honest about where you have been living. Not to shame yourself for it. But to name it, because naming it is the first act of waking up.

DECLARATION — SPEAK THIS ALOUD

Read this slowly. More than once if you need to. Let it land in the body, not just the mind.

I have not been failing. I have been dormant. The waiting was not wasted. The quiet was not empty. Something in me has been held intact through every season I thought I was losing ground. I am ready to stop managing my life and start living it. I now take responsibility for this and move past dormancy.

ACTION STEPS

One deliberate move tells your spirit you mean it. Choose at least one this week.

Sit in silence for ten minutes with no phone, no music, no input. Just you and whatever surfaces. Notice what comes up. Write it down afterward.

Name one thing in your life you have been tolerating that no longer fits who you are becoming. You don't have to fix it today. Just name it.

Tell one honest truth to yourself that you have been softening or avoiding. Write it in your journal.

Do it now. For you. Choose to move in action.

How is this age-old war still playing out now?

Three global faiths call Abraham father. The infamous song we all sang as kids tells us Father Abraham had many sons, but now many sons speak for Father Abraham, each certain they carry the promise while history reveals how differently that promise has been interpreted.

This triggers people because it touches identity, covenant, and inheritance, which are deeply theological and emotionally loaded subjects.

If you trace it back as far as you can in physical form, you end up at bloodlines. At a cosmic story. At a religious story. A story layered with truth mixed in with lies, manipulation, elitism, slavery, oppression, and bondage. A story about who the earth belongs to. A story about why certain groups believe what they believe.

To understand the present, we have to look at the foundation.

Three of the world’s major religions trace back to one man: Abraham. Judaism. Christianity. Islam.

Often called the Abrahamic religions, they center on worship of the God of Abraham. Their similarities and their differences have shaped civilizations, governments, cultures, and wars for millennia.

Belief systems guide life choices. They shape spiritual practices. They influence how nations form laws, how people see outsiders, and how they interpret conflict. If we don’t understand the history and the theological roots beneath behavior, how can we truly discern what is happening now?

Religious wars have been fought over land for thousands of years. But how “holy” are these wars? Who benefits from them? What is the difference between religion and Kingdom? Between institutional power and spiritual truth?

If we never examine origins, we keep fighting symptoms.

How does this connect to today?

Look at who controls narratives. Who owns major corporations. Who influences governments. Who steers financial systems. Who funds war. How do these systems intersect? How have religion, power, economics, and bloodline identity mixed and mingled over time?

How have religious beliefs shaped worldviews? How have ideas of chosenness, covenant, or superiority shaped how others are treated? How do sacrifice and ritual language translate into modern systems of power?

Do people believe they are doing the right thing because it is all they have ever been taught? What controls belief systems? And what happens to the psyche of a child raised in perpetual war?

Divide and conquer has always been an effective strategy.

People fight each other while rarely questioning the larger machinery behind the conflict. We are told who the enemy is. We are handed narratives. We are conditioned to react.

But what if wisdom requires stepping back? What if discernment means refusing to be pulled into tug-of-war narratives fed by media cycles? What if the deeper issue is not the person across from you, but the systems that profit from perpetual division?

If we don’t understand history, theology, psychology, and power structures, we risk repeating them.

This does not just shape the future, but scripts it. Repeating cycles has turned into self-fulfilling prophecy.

Inside a spiritual awakening, the mind’s narrative begins to transform. It doesn’t happen overnight. It is a sacred process that is layered, intentional, and often feels like dying to rebirthing.

Transformation unfolds in stages as our awareness deepens and old patterns loosen their grip. What appears sudden to those observing from the outside is often the fruit of unseen inner work. It is courage cultivated in the dark and decisions made in the quiet place long before anyone else could see the shift. It happened in the place of meeting alone with The Spirit of God and remembering what had been forgotten.

Old storylines begin to dissolve as emotional intelligence expands and matures. What once felt like absolute truth is revealed as pattern, conditioning, or survival mechanisms. As we outgrow those patterns and spiritually mature , the internal dialogue shifts, and with it, the story we tell ourselves about who we are and what is possible shifts too.

Awakening is not just “seeing” differently. It is rewriting the thoughts that once defined us and allowing a new consciousness to take authorship.

What we believe in the mind creates a filter over what we perceive. Our thoughts become lenses, sometimes those rose colored glasses. They shaping what we notice, what we ignore, and what we assume to be true. When the inner narrative shifts, the filter changes and suddenly the same world looks different.

Clarity comes. Action follows. And suddenly, what once looked only as a longing becomes tangible in your hands. This is what happens when perception shifts and alignment meets movement. So yes! For such a time as this. 🕊️

I was recently asked whether I’ve always seen what I’m speaking on now, or if this awareness is something new. The truth is, some of it is new in the sense that my awareness has expanded because we are always growing, always being stretched into deeper sight. Some of it I’ve always seen but was scared to speak on it.

It’s just finally being owned.

To be honest, I always feared this as a child, to speak up and voice what I could see. The adults knew better, right?

I would often leave church with major anxiety. I would be physically sick after Sunday school lessons on murder and plagues and death by the loving God. While everyone else bowed their heads to pray to this God, I saw between the veils. And during certain conversations about “God,” I saw darkness all over that building. Not only could I see them but feel the terror and fear they placed upon people. But why would darkness be in church? It was very confusing to my young mind.

I saw angels, too. Beautiful beings of light, radiant and powerful. There was one who was with me consistently. My family even had a name for her, “Robbit Ghost.” (Robyn but I couldn’t say it too well.) I described her that way because “ghost” was the only language I had for light at the time shaped by Casper the Friendly Ghost.

Of course, it was brushed off as an imaginary friend. But she wasn’t imaginary. I could simply see beyond the veil, like many, maybe most, children can before they’re taught not to.

She would place light around me. I could see it. I could feel it. When darkness was near, she shielded me. And as a child, I didn’t question it. I just knew I wasn’t alone. I would see legions of them all of the time.

I also want to say this. Children are closer to the veil. They haven’t yet been layered with doctrine, fear, or programming. Their perception is raw, unfiltered, and often far more accurate than we give them credit for.

And yet, they’re the first voices we dismiss.

Instead of silencing them or explaining away what they see, maybe we should be asking questions. Maybe we should be listening. Children often know before they have language for it.

Children don’t fake anxiety that shows up in their bodies. Children don’t manufacture spiritual dissonance. When their nervous system reacts before taught theology can form words, you are witnessing their discernment.

As I got older, I tried to see the narrative the way it was taught in my religion and assumed I must be wrong or how others would describe being “deceived.”  I tried to romanticize and harmonize the narrative because that’s what the pastors said to do. For a season, I overrode my knowing and submitted to taught logic. But that didn’t last long, because the Spirit of Truth would meet me in my dreams and in the very pages I was studying.

When I began feeling called to speak publicly about these things, I even tried using the same passages others leaned on. But every time I did, I felt deeply convicted. So I stopped. I surrendered. I let go of the fear of man.

I was led back to what Christ actually taught. Not what was built around Him. Not what was layered over Him. Him. His words. THE way. That foundation became the plumb line. Once you know the frequency of truth, you can feel when something is off, even if everyone else calls it holy.

There was a season I was told, “Put your Bible away and let the Spirit speak.” I had read it enough to know what was there. And in the quiet, the downloads came. Night after night I would dream of higher realms, of messengers and teachers. Sometimes I only heard. Sometimes I saw. I would wake up and spend weeks researching what I received, finding evidence I didn’t even know existed.

I learned Truth does not fear investigation.

Then came another phase…harder. I stopped needing to prove what I heard. I learned to trust the internal witness, the tempo of the Holy Spirit.

I even received false information at times, dreams or words that would come from false light. It was like a final exam in the spirit to see if I could discern. We have false light around us daily and most never know to even question it because the scales are so thick over the ears and eyes.

I understood it was permitted for growth. For a long time, the lower astral realms had not been allowed to penetrate my sight. But eventually, that protection shifted, not to harm me, but because I had grown in strength and discernment. I knew my authority. I knew how to use it. That is how discernment becomes embodied.

Discernment is not a gift you admire. It’s a muscle you train. You must use it for it to grow.

You learn the difference between mind logic and heart knowing. One argues. The other settles. One tries to convince. The other simply is.

There are times now I share what I hear and feel no obligation to over-explain. Not because evidence doesn’t exist but because personal responsibility must exist. People can research. People can seek. People can take it back to the Spirit of Truth themselves.

When you own what you see, you will be named for it… celebrated by some, condemned by others. But either way, you will be named.

And yes, I have been accused of being the enemy because I voice the opposite of what some deem true and holy. I’ve been called names. Mischaracterized. I’ve been called a manipulator. A deceiver. I’ve been told I must be hearing from “demons.” I’ve been labeled a heretic. Projected on. Warned about. Reduced to whatever category makes people feel safer keeping their theology intact.

When a belief is intertwined with identity, any challenge feels like an attack. And instead of examining the belief, they attack the messenger. It’s easier to discredit a voice than to dismantle a worldview.

But labeling someone does not invalidate what they’re saying. It only reveals what one is unwilling to examine.

At one point, I feared that. I always wanted to be liked. Respected. Accepted. The fear of man is subtle, it disguises itself as kindness, as diplomacy, as keeping the peace. But tiptoeing around feelings while people walk toward spiritual and physical danger is not love. It is cowardice.

That fear has retreated. I know now my mission is not to be liked. If truth disrupts comfort, so be it. I will not participate in protecting illusions at the cost of people’s lives.

We are in this mess because we outsourced our discernment.

We trusted “trusted advisors.” We bowed to platforms. That era is ending.

Your conscious awareness determines what you perceive. What you believe determines what you allow. And what you allow determines what governs you.

If something makes your spirit contract while your mind is being told to applaud— PAY ATTENTION.

The trigger is alerting you a might be the very thing that qualifies you to truly reclaim wholeness.

The Christ mind does not operate in double-mindedness. It is singular, anchored, and unmoved by the pull of divided allegiances.

Feeling triggered? Feel threatened, betrayed, angry, fearful? How can we respond instead of react?

Feelings don’t always tell the truth, but they do tell a story. Often, we attach to the story and absorb it as truth even if it’s not. Then the subconscious mind plays it out over and over again.

Big feelings are real. They are signals rising from somewhere within. A feeling can be rooted in fear, memory, trauma, conditioning, longing, or love. If you treat it as absolute truth, it will govern you. 👈🏻 What governs you, can control you.

If you treat it as a messenger, it will teach you. The power shift happens when you start asking start asking, “What is this feeling revealing?” Triggers are signals to pause and press in.

Emotional maturity is not the absence of strong feelings. It is the ability to feel deeply without being ruled blindly. Read that again.

Your nervous system may be sounding an alarm, but that does not mean there is a fire in the present moment! It may be replaying a past one. When you become conscious of the story your feelings are telling, you reclaim authorship. It’s how you rewrite the story.

Feelings inform you, but they do not define you unless you let them. This is part of being able to look again and perceive with higher sight.

Anablepō.

I didn’t know what it meant. I wrote it down using phonics because I wasn’t even sure how to spell it. 😆 I wrote “Annablepo.” I was close.

Anablepō.

To look up.

To recover sight.

To see again.

To see again.

This is the word used when blind eyes are restored in the Gospels. When Bartimaeus cries out from the roadside and says, “Rabbi, that I may recover my sight.” The word is not simply “see.” It is anablepō. To look up again.

I discovered the  prefix ana means up. Look up from a higher place.

You cannot look up if your gaze is fixed downward. You cannot recover sight if you are clinging to what you think you already see.

When we look into the Aramaic the emphasis shifts slightly.

Aramaic often uses the root ḥazā, meaning to see, to behold, to perceive. And when speaking of restoration, it adds the idea of returning.

To return to seeing.

That same root appears in the book of Daniel, which is partly written in Aramaic. Daniel 7:2 says:

“I saw in my vision by night…”

The word for “I saw” is from ḥazā.

It is visionary perception and not just some casual viewing. It is awareness that pierces beyond surface reality.

I know visions in the night are sacred and should be treated as such, once you have discerned their source. They are gifts, meant for us all.

So when we hold the Greek and the Aramaic together….

Greek: lift your eyes again.

Aramaic: return to perception.

Upward.

Returning.

Restored awareness.

Some healings in the Gospels were immediate. Others unfolded in stages. One man said, “I see men like trees walking”. Was he seeing in the spirit realm before his physical healing restored?

Anablepō “ describes recalibration. The fog thinning. The veil lifting to pierce with clarity.

It describes the moment when what was blurred is restored to clear sight. Because when the eye be single the whole body is filled with light.

The message is:

Look up. Return to seeing. Recover the vision.

I believe this is the hour we are in, in this shifting of the ages. Look up and see the man approaching with water.

Look up and see Aquarius, the Water Bearer. See within, and see outside. And then “Follow him into the house that he enters.” (Luke 22:10)

As I went back to sleep, I entered a dream where I was warring against dark forces. Gangs of vile, murderous beings were encroaching. As I looked around for assistance, I realized it was only me.

Yet in the dreamscape I was reminded that I carried all the authority I needed to command them to halt at the boundary of my property. I revoked their access and stood firmly in my Christed authority.

Then the scene shifted.

I saw the host of the heavens engaged in a great battle. I watched as the god of this world was forced into a box and sealed. Afterward, the atmosphere changed. Beautiful colors shimmered. Sparkling crystals rose from the ground. Clear water began to run, and the greenest fields glistened beneath the sun.

Upon waking, I sensed that what was unfolding in the spirit realm would find expression in the physical. Awareness and perception are required to discern the moment that is coming.

There was no fear in it, only anticipation. Because, “Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth.” Revelation 21:1.

Even there, I noticed the language of sight so closely tied to the original word that first came to me, anablepō.

“I saw…” I perceived. I beheld.

“New…” not merely new in time, but new in quality—renewed, transformed.

It is renewal language.

It is the lifting of vision.

It is the return of perception.

It is seeing again what was always meant to be.

Simply lifting our eyes and looking again restores vision, perception, and awareness. Remain, and for some return, in your Christed mind, not the divided mind.

Remember. See again. 🕊️🤍

“You have heard it said, but I say to you.” — Yeshua

How do you think the Pharisees felt when Yeshua began overturning their sacred tables by challenging the interpretations, their father, their power structures, and even the religious certainties they had built their identity around?

It’s easy to look at them and point fingers and say, “How could they not see?”

When what one has guarded as holy is questioned, it often feels like a  threat.

Is that not what an apocalypse really is? An unveiling. A revealing of what was always there beneath the surface. The scales lifting from the eyes to penetrate the illusion.

Perhaps what feels like anger is really fear surfacing. Maybe the crumbling of illusion is causing the cursing of the fig tree and many “sacred cows” one holds tightly to die off to be reborn. Is what feels like chaos to the mind and nervous system really truth stepping into the room and flipping what could not stand in the light?

Revelation will always come. The truth never has to be argued or debated. It will always surface in time.

When the apocalypse hits the soul, will one cling to the table or allow it to be overturned and see what was always there?

Have you ever heard of The Didache?

Most people will say no, especially those who follow Christianity, yet the Didache is one of the earliest surviving documents from the first generations of those who followed Christ.

Strange, right? Not really.

When you consider how deeply it’s been ingrained that you “shouldn’t read anything outside the canon,” the hesitation makes sense. And yet, many of those same people read books on theology, self-help, spiritual formation, church history, and the early church fathers without question.

The Didache is an early window into how the first communities of Christ followers lived and practiced their faith. Historically, it was rediscovered in 1873 in a Greek manuscript. Before that, we only knew about it because early church fathers mentioned it.

Its full name means The Teaching of the Twelve Apostles. Most scholars date it between AD 70 and 120, placing it within the earliest generations of Christ followers.

It is not part of the New Testament canon, yet it was known, circulated, and respected among early communities. Several early church leaders referenced it, and for a time, some communities even read it alongside Scripture.

It reads like a manual for living in The Way. Remember, “The Way” was the name used for the earliest followers of Christ.

In the book of Acts, followers of Yeshua are not initially called “Christians.” They are described as those who belong to “the Way” (Acts 9:2; 19:9).

It opens with a foundational awareness of there are Two Ways …the Way of Life and the Way of Death.

The Way of Life is described by loving God, loving your neighbor, blessing those who curse you, rejecting violence, and rejecting hypocrisy. When you read it, it  sounds much like the Sermon on the Mount.

The Way of Death is described as a way of living marked by murder, greed, lust, idolatry, arrogance, and injustice.

Death is treated as a path you walk.

That matters because the earliest Christ following communities did not begin as a blood-centered theological system.

The Didache shows us what that looked like in practice. It provides instructions for baptism, how to pray, INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE EUCHARIST, and guidance for discerning and relating to teachers and prophets within the community.

Since we’ve been talking about intention, worship, masquerading gods, and 🩸 rites, I want to draw attention to Chapter 9.

In Chapter 9, the Eucharistic prayers are thanksgiving prayers.

Concerning the Eucharist, give thanks this way:

First, concerning the cup:

“We give thanks to You, our Father,

for the holy vine of David Your servant,

which You made known to us through Jesus Your servant. To You be glory forever.”

And concerning the broken bread:

“We give thanks to You, our Father,

for the life and knowledge which You made known to us through Jesus Your servant. To You be glory forever.

As this broken bread was scattered upon the mountains and was gathered together and became one, so let Your Church be gathered together from the ends of the earth into Your kingdom.”

There is zero 🩸 appeasement language. It is covenantal language of bread and the cup. Go back and read how Melchezidek offered Abraham wine and bread in Genesis 14. Bread and drink are communal covenant language.

The Didache shows that their communal practices centered on walking the Way and participating in divine life through fellowship and unity, not reenacting a cannibalistic ritual.

This is important because later centuries developed structured atonement models.

A table of thanksgiving is not the same as spiritual canabalism. Entering into a shared covenantal meal that symbolized remembrance, gratitude, and oneness in Christ is not the same as entering into blood magic under the guise of another elohim.

The Didache reminds us that before Christianity became an empire’s religion, before councils codified the metaphysics, there were small communities walking a path. And it was NOT why or what is ritualized now.

They baptized.

They prayed.

They broke bread.

They rejected the Way of Death.

They aligned with Life.

It was Christ and The Way.