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Bill Lancaster

THE ENOCH TRANCE/CONTACT JUNE 23RD, 1995

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Dear ones,

This scene is the closest thing I have ever viewed [in the terrestrial plane] that even comes close to matching what I saw in the vision/trance I had on June 23, of 1995. This movie came out soon after, and it was a HUGE celestial sign for me, given to me DIRECTLY from God. She even says almost the exact same words that I did [when she saw the vision from the spacecraft]. I REMEMBER SOBBING AT THE MOVIE THEATRE, AND EVERYONE JUST STARED AT ME!

I DIDN'T CARE...

Now I know why we switched to YUKA from EZboard... JUST HAVING THE VIDEO CAPABILITY WAS WORTH THE CHANGE!

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THE ENOCH TRANCE

First of all, my name is Bill Lancaster. I live in Paris, Texas. I have a wife; Linda, and a son; Seth. I am a piano tech by trade. I am also a musician. I am 40 years old. The events I am about to describe to you are true and accurate.

Before I get started, I want to tell you that I teach nothing but what is written in the Law and the prophets, having been predestined to teach all things in them concerning Christ Jesus; being totally convinced that in due time God will accomplish what he has decreed, in his holy testimony, concerning him. Also, I was chosen to believe, not by any act of my own will, but by divine grace. This same grace also accompanies those who do not receive the truth, as they were predestined to drink that cup, God causing them to believe a lie. My hope is for the reconciliation of all things, through the forgiveness of sins, and the resurrection from the dead consciousness of man's bragging about everything he has and does. This new kingdom of love will saturate us from the inside out, ultimately appearing to the world through our mortal bodies. With this act, God will bring life and immortality to light through this good news, not only for us [his elected ones], but also for all those who believe in him because of us.

I want to explain to you, first of all, that this experience was NOT the baptism of the Holy Ghost experience. I tasted the Holy Ghost in 1980, and I don't want anyone to confuse the two, although it was a wonderful beginning [thirty fold]. A friend of mine, Charles Ingram [a true prophet of the Lord], was anointed by God to teach the principles of the kingdom to me, and was told [audibly] by God to give me a "crash course" concerning the sons of God teaching [elected remnant, baptism of the Holy Ghost, fire purification, the inner world to come, etc]; God saying to him,

"GO TELL BILL: I'M GOING TO MAKE THE FIRST THE LAST, THE LAST THE FIRST; THE HEAD THE TAIL, AND THE TAIL THE HEAD! GIVE HIM A CRASH COURSE IN MY WORD. I'M GOING TO DO A QUICK WORK; AND I WILL DO A MIGHTY THING WITH MUSIC IN HIM."

I was supernaturally DRAWN to his house, where he told me what God's intention was for me. While he was telling me these things, I heard a mighty wind, and I was filled with the Spirit of God to the brim [from head to toe]. That night; I prophesied in song with my mandolin. This was followed by many signs and wonders: Prophecies, dreams, visions, and such; many which have already come true over the years; many which have not...yet.

Because I did not grow up in a religious environment, I had no problem with any of these concepts. I did not have to "unlearn" any previous doctrines. My zeal for God was ferocious, burning out many of my constituents. Anyway, after my six-month crash course was completed [studying every night until the wee hours], Charles and I went our separate ways. I can never repay the debt I owe him. He moved all the way across Texas to Brackettville [on the border of Mexico]. Little did I know, at the time, that God was not through using "Charlie" as an instrument in my life. To call these events miraculous would be an understatement; I will have to tell you some of these other stories in detail at a later date, but for now, on to the "Enoch trance."

The events that I am about to describe happened to me in the month of June of 1995. The reason I call them events [plural], is because there were several things that happened in a three-day period leading up to the "trance". God's very orderly, as you well know, and after these things occurred the scales were removed from my eyes to allow me to see the perfection and order by which they were planned, designed, and executed. I did not recognize the exact sequence until after they were completed.

My life between 1980 and 1995 was to say the least, TRYING. It was a wilderness of illusion. I became complacent, took a lot of buffeting, felt hopelessness, tasted selfishness, watched my pride bubble to the top of the cauldron, and basically lost sight of God in his people. I grew angry, stubborn, resentful, and sometimes just downright hateful. My marriage seemed to drift into a dismal state of doom. In trying [by my own strength] to make Gods' word about me fulfilled, I had several spiritual children with my Hagar consciousness, all the while seemingly drifting farther and farther away from my cherished destiny. Still, during this time, there was that tiny seed of hope and optimism buried deep in the slimy mire of my carnality. Somehow, I knew that God would deliver me from the body of this death [hell]. I felt no sadness, no joy, no nothing. I felt nothingness.

THEN, on June 23,1995, I was on my way towards Oklahoma, from Paris, to tune a piano. I was contemplating about the Word, when I felt the unction to pull over to the side of the highway. I was in the little town of Arthur city, Texas. It sits a couple of hundred yards from the red river [dividing Texas from Oklahoma]. I exited and stopped the truck by the side of the road. The culmination of fourteen years of anguish and suffering hit me all at once. I began to cry uncontrollably. Suddenly a voice spoke out of me and said, "IVE HAD ENOUGH OF EGYPT." Immediately, the car phone rang. It was Charlie. He was in Palestine, Texas visiting his daughter.

Now, Palestine is only about a hundred miles south of Paris, and since I had not seen Charles for about seven years; I was amazed at the origin, and timing of his call. He began to tell me about how he had met a black woman named "Bette" at the trailer park where his daughter lived. He told me they were prophesying at her trailer, and the whole neighbourhood was being drawn together there. He said that several people had been baptized in the Holy Ghost [including his daughter] during meetings in their double wide. They had been preaching and teaching for three solid days, and he wanted me to come. I told him I would come, but really wasn't sure I wanted to. I know that sounds strange, but my state of mind had been sort of deadened to spiritual things. That night I told Linda what had happened and we agreed to go. A friend and employee of mine, David Akard, went with us, also, my son, Seth. David was a twenty-year-old kid who helped me move pianos. I had gotten into the Word with him several times and he understood it. He had been raised very strictly in the holiness church, and was fascinated with the concept that all men would be saved. I had no idea what an important role he would play in these events [more on that later]. Anyway, back to the story.

When we got to Palestine that evening, the meeting had already started. This woman, Bette, was teaching in a trailer packed full of people! I'll bet there were fifty people crammed into that tiny living room [all ages, all races]. We took a seat, and she immediately began to badger my wife about CHOOSING God's will. I was bewildered by the level of this teaching and the fact that she picked Linda out so quickly from the rest of the group. My wife was having some major health problems that year and we had endured fiery tribulation because of them [aahh... the subjection to frustration]! Linda acknowledged her request [to trust God] and nodded in agreement [hoping that would appease her]. Well, it didn't! Finally, after Bette asked her three times to obey God, I told her [Bette], "That's enough! She acknowledged you, now leave her alone!"

A silence came over the room. I stood up and walked outside, stunned that I had said this. David walked outside with me. I told him that I wished we had not come and that the last thing I needed was a big dose of religious will-worship piety. I went back into the meeting where they had just finished up. I waved goodbye to Charles, and his wife, and told them I was going home. I still felt the nothingness I had experienced earlier that day, only now; it was magnified by ten. I had just blown up in front of the best friend I ever had and left without even talking with him. None of us said a word on the way home; all I felt was shame and remorse.

When we got back to Paris, I dropped Linda and Seth off and told them I was taking David home. It was evening by now, and we [David and I] stopped by my piano shop to check my mail. When we opened the door we were bewildered by what we saw: Huge flies were covering the walls and ceiling of my store, and I don't mean a few! They were spaced about every square foot, covering the walls and ceiling! Now these were not your normal, run of the mill flies; these were those big flies you only see when something is dead. David picked up a fly swatter and started swinging, but the more he killed, the more they multiplied! When we returned a couple of days later, there was not a single fly in that building, dead or alive. To this very day, I am still baffled by that one. I didn't realize it at the time, but after those things were completed I remembered the plague of flies in Egypt [dual straits].

After dropping David off at his house in Arthur city, I headed back home. [Hmmmm...There I was back by that river again]! When I got there, Linda was getting ready for bed. I told her I couldn't believe that I had left Palestine without telling my friend I loved him. I told her I was going to sleep on the couch. She asked me why, and I told her I needed to be alone. Now sleeping on the couch is not something I do, so this was not a normal circumstance for me. I laid down into the nothingness; and when my head hit the pillow the same voice that had spoken in me earlier said, "I'M BROKEN." Then, I fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning to someone knocking at the door. It was Charles! He told me that when I left, Bette told everyone that I had a devil! [No comment]. She then went to preach at another church in Palestine that evening. While she was speaking, a woman attacked her from the audience! She beat her severely. The congregation had to pull her off of Bette. Charles got up the next morning fully intending to return home to Brackettville, but the Lord spoke to him and told him to, "GO TO PARIS AND LAY HANDS ON BILL [and his family]."

Now for those of you who don't know, Paris is NOT between Palestine and Brackettville! When he told us these things, we all gathered around a table in my den. I told him I was sorry for what had happened in Palestine. He said that all was in order, and everything that had happened was for a reason. We had bread and wine. David miraculously showed up just in time for the happenings! Linda, Seth, and I knelt down in my den and Charles laid hands on us and prophesied. I do not remember anything he said, except a special prophecy concerning Seth's future. Something inside of me was made whole. A part of me was cleansed, in my inner being, that had never been touched - [it was as if I had been washed]. We rejoiced all that day and they stayed with us that night. Joy unspeakable! Anyway... they got up early the next day and headed out. We thanked God for the great cheer we had all experienced. My family wept tears of joy that day for the healing that had happened within us.

After they had gone, I was sitting in my den reading the scripture, "THAT HIS CHRIST [many membered] SHOULD SUFFER MANY THINGS, AND BE REJECTED AND CRUCIFIED, AND BE RAISED AGAIN ACCORDING TO THE WORD OF THE PROPHETS." As I was thinking about these things, I looked up to see my wife kneeling at my feet with a bowl of water and a washcloth; and she was crying! I was shocked to see her sitting there, and wondered what she was doing [Linda does not have a Pentecostal bone in her body]! She said that while we were breaking the bread, God had told her to wash my feet; and that she had not done it. She said that he told her three times to do this. I told her it was okay; that she could wash my feet if she wanted to! I did think it was kind of weird-- until that water touched my feet! Another part of me was cleansed, different then the first time. I'm not much on outward show of spiritual things, but to this day I have never experienced any kind of phenomenon like that foot washing.

Linda and I then went into the bedroom to lie down. We were exhausted from the events that had taken place in the past few days; but nonetheless contented. We had no sooner entered the room, than a voice spoke to me and said, "YOU DIED." Suddenly my eyes were opened, and I saw the chronological events that had taken place in the two previous days! I had died in some way that I had not understood before, [or at least PART of me had died]. That's when I realized that God's law and commandments, concerning his royal priesthood, had not changed; nor had his requirements for priestly service in the tabernacle. The only thing that had changed was my realm of understanding about them ["I AM THE SAME YESTERDAY, TODAY, AND FOREVER", says the Lord]. The sequence of events had happened between the outer and inner court of the true temple [inside of us]; a temple where all the articles within are invisible, and we shift upward from glory to glory; while the tablets of life inside remain the same; perfect, unchangeable, immutable. I had entered the outer court [the laying on of hands], washed at the laver [foot washing], been sacrificed at the altar [death], broken the showbread and sprinkled the blood [suffering, forgiveness], trimmed the wicks of the lamps [perfect unity], and burnt the incense [pure joy]. It was revealed to me that the flies were a sign, given me, to show the death that I would die.

No one can see God and live!

David was there as some kind of supernatural scribe, appointed to record all the events that would occur. In a dream; I saw him standing in a priestly garment at the opening to the inner court. David was a witness to all these things, and I believe they are recorded inside of him. God also told me that it was necessary for me to be accused of having a devil, so that the scriptures could be fulfilled! The Holy Spirit had spoken through me, concerning my exodus from [spiritual] Egypt, and the broken state that the cycle of sin had left me in [potters' clay].

No one can approach God and live!

Oh, how wonderful is the perfect order of our God! I marvel at his deeds! I was told that no one else but Charles could have laid hands on me. His place in the Melchizedek priesthood order was somehow still of vast importance to God. That is why he was drawn all the way across Texas, for this very purpose! That night I lay down my head in peace; I thought about all the wonderful things that had happened that day. Little did I know that the best was yet to come! I remember looking at my wife, before I fell asleep; thinking about how blessed I was to be with her [and my son]. Then I nodded off to sleep...

The next morning was the third day. I awakened to a gentle, light mist [glory cloud]; it filled the bedroom with the smell of freshness. I could see the sun shining through the shutters. My wife lay asleep beside me. Lifting my head, I looked to my right. There, on my wall, was a three-foot by five-foot moving picture! The vision was resting on my closet doors, and it had a similar appearance to a flat screen television. It was surreal! Our reality is a cheap watercolour compared to that visions clarity. I had seen visions before, but this one was different. I immediately knew, in the Spirit, that this vision was special, and that it had something to do with the consummation of all things! I was in awe of its splendour!

This is what I saw: There were two men in a desert; both of them appeared to be Arab, because of their beards and the complexion of their skin. The wind was blowing, furiously, and they had on some kind of hoods or turbans to help keep the sand from blowing in their faces. I could see dunes moving three-dimensionally behind them as they traveled. The first man was walking with a rope hanging over his shoulder, tied to a camel [around its neck]. The second man was riding on the camel, and being pulled along by the first. I could tell he was weak, and the man with the rope was helping him in some way. I could see their lips moving, but heard no sound. The vision stayed on my wall a solid couple of minutes, and then it dissipated, like a reflection in a pool does when a rock hits it.

After it had completely vanished, I debated whether I should get up, or wake Linda. I sat up, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. When my feet touched the ground, a jolt went through my body. There are no words in the human vocabulary to describe what I felt inside! The closest thing in this world would be a million volts of electricity, combined with continual sexual orgasm, but that would be pale in comparison. It was like the baptism of the Holy Ghost multiplied by a million! I fell prostrate to my knees, my skin complexion changed, and I could see the Shekinah glory radiating from me. I began to cry in sheer joy of utter bliss! Every cell in my body was changing and I felt as if I would be transfigured! It was Canaan! I could barely speak, and then only in a whisper. All that would come out of my mouth was one word: WONDERFUL! I woke Linda and told her what had happened. She embraced me. We were in awe of the vision, and wondered what its' meaning was. Then God opened my mind to understand: I had entered into the true Holy of Holies, and was standing between the cherubim of glory! I was on the mount, speaking to the burning bush! It was the threshold of transfiguration! I knew that if God filled me one more degree, one more increment, I would be changed! The atoms in me seemed to be oscillating in and out of phase. Until that moment, I never REALLY knew what happiness was. David had accompanied me to the entrance of the Holy of Holies, but could not enter with me. I saw Gods law from this exalted perspective, and was amazed at the true, pure love that radiated from it. What once had been a barrier I could not climb over was now a giant pillar raising me above the lawlessness of carnal flesh! In the Spirit, I could see my sinful self vanquished; like some kind of virus that had been utterly destroyed by a vaccine. Compared to this heavenly state of mind, our NORMAL natural state of being is the equivalent of a spiritual palsy!

Then God spoke to me and said, "YOU'RE NOT GOING TO APPROACH THE LIGHT, BILL. THERE ARE ONLY TWO: THEM THAT APPROACH THE LIGHT AND THEM THAT ARE THE LIGHT; THEM THAT ARE WAITING ON CHRIST AND THEM THAT ARE THE CHRIST. YOU ARE THE PROMISED LAND, THE LAND I PROMISED TO MY PEOPLE, ISRAEL! FLESH, SPIRIT, CHRISTOS! FLESH [left hand], SPIRIT [right hand], CHRISTOS [both hands clasped together: Oneness]. THERE IS NOT ANOTHER ONE COMING [Christ]. THIS IS MY RESURRECTION; THIS IS WHAT I FELT THE DAY I WAS RAISED FROM THE DEAD! BILL, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO APPROACH THE LIGHT; YOU ARE THE LIGHT [part of the corporate Godhead body]." Then I realized what the world did not know: God was going to manifest himself through a people to a people! I trembled!

When I opened the scriptures, something had changed. My insights were vastly different than before. I realized that every verse was saying the same thing: FLESH, SPIRIT, CHRISTOS! The entire existence of Gods universe could be summed up in a single equation: A+B=C! Flesh + Spirit = Christ! God was colliding with his people! You see thats what faith is: A - THE SUBSTANCE OF THINGS HOPED FOR [Spirit] + B - THE EVIDENCE OF THINGS NOT SEEN [flesh], FOR BY IT [faith-both flesh and Spirit colliding] = THE ELDERS OBTAINED AN EXCELLENT REPORT [Christos]. Christ is any flesh anointed to save! Then I received the interpretation of the vision. The two men represented two groups of people: Christ- [the Spirit saviours] and Jesus- [those we did not recognize as Gods own flesh and blood; who were waiting for the God in us to raise them from their dead state of mind by not holding their trespasses against them. IF YOU DO IT UNTO THE LEAST OF THESE YOU'VE DONE IT UNTO ME; FOR GOD WAS IN CHRIST [many] RECONCILING THE WORLD TO HIMSELF, NOT HOLDING MENS TRESPASSES AGAINST THEM!

What the world did not know was that the forgiveness of Gods creation would come through a chosen remnant and that they would become God in this world [be still and know: I AM GOD]! The stronger would help the weaker. Total forgiveness would come into the world by them. Then I remembered what was written in Hebrews:

"ABOUT THE SON [plural], HE SAYS, "YOUR THRONE O GOD IS FOR EVER, AND EVER; A SCEPTER OF RIGHTEOUSNESS IS THE SCEPTER OF YOUR KINGDOM. YOU HAVE LOVED RIGHTEOUSNESS AND HATED SIN. THEREFORE GOD, EVEN YOUR GOD, HAS ANOINTED YOU WITH THE OIL OF GLADNESS ABOVE YOUR FELLOWS. AND YOU LORD, IN THE BEGINNING, LAID THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE EARTH; AND THE HEAVENS ARE THE WORKS OF YOUR HANDS."

No one can become God and live!

I was told to go and look at a slide projector, as a type of what had happened to me. The image that I saw on my wall was a projection that had originated inside of me, a pre-programmed visual event! The electrical current to the projector was the Spirit, and the Light was Gods radiant glory shining through me. THERE IT WAS, THE TRUE LIGHT THAT LIGHTS EVERY MAN THAT COMES INTO THE WORLD. So be it!!!

After these initial revelations, I was shown that the vision was actually some kind of supernatural seed. I did not realize that it would take years for it to sprout and unfold in me. Over the next six months; I wept tears of joy continually, wiping my eyes and cleaning up my face just long enough to go in and tune someones piano. Then I would immediately begin crying, again, as soon as I was out the door. When I woke up, in the morning, I would literally pinch myself thinking that I was still asleep; and that it was all just a wonderful dream! If I was out in public, it was almost like I was in another dimension, like nobody could see me. But, I could see them, inwardly. They all looked the same! Fat, skinny, pretty, ugly, male, female, rich, poor, black, white, old, young; it didn't matter, they were all equal in the eyes of God. They were in disguise, and their memories of who they REALLY were had been blotted out. God had caused them to forget their true identity: CHRIST JESUS!

The day after the vision; I went, with my wife, to tell my mother what had happened. When she saw me, she asked Linda, "What's wrong with his face?" We told her everything that had happened and embraced her. When I saw her through this new set of eyes; I found out what "HONOR YOUR FATHER AND MOTHER" really meant! I saw her spotless and holy; not with religious piety, not through a mind flawed with sin, but with true love and honour. Then I knew that the commandment was holy, just, and unchangeable; it was us that needed changing!

After all these things had come to pass, the glory of the Lord tapered off slowly from my spirit. The full blazing fire settled back to the small pilot light it had been before [still constant, still loving]. During that time, I spoke with many people in my everyday life, concerning the miraculous things that had occurred. I am glad that God tapered his glory slowly, or I think I would have died [physically] from a broken heart. I consider myself one of the luckiest people who ever lived, because I saw his fullness and lived to testify about it! I did not begin to cover the marvelous works the Lord did during this time; nor did I adequately describe the teachings and truths I was shown, as they are too numerous to mention in detail here. But I will say this: if one person is touched by these words, then telling this story will have been worth it.

I know a lot of people will read about this experience, and think I'm crazy. I know some will say that they've heard it all before. Well, I could be crazy, and as for the experience, much of what I saw in the trance I HAD HEARD BEFORE! Only now what was a down payment [Pentecost] became the purchased possession [Tabernacles]; what was Sonship, became Fatherhood, what was theory in my spirit became reality in my flesh! I want them to understand: this is real; I tasted it. There is a land flowing with milk and honey. I do not believe in it; I saw it with my eyes and handled it with my hands [the Word of Life]. There is a glorified body and someone will possess it. Death will be swallowed up in victory! What was theory is now fact. Come tabernacle age! Come Lord Jesus! The faith [thirty fold], hope [sixty fold], and love [hundred fold] of our Lord be with you! bb

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ENOCH OR NOT?

[If you have not read "The Enoch Trance", please read it before you read this post]. The only reason that I see myself as still "on the road" to the kingdom, is that when I had the "Enoch Trance" experience, I saw a nature that is simply unfathomable, and I am definitely NOT where I was at the moment I got that "taste" of the good things to come. Believe me when I tell you, that I did everything possible within myself to "retain" the "state" of mind that I found myself in, but could not keep it [perpetually]. The thing that is even more mind boggling, is that when I went into the "state", I wasn't looking for it! There are two things I am absolutely sure of though:

[1] Transfiguration is involuntary

[2] I can neither speed nor delay it's coming.

Oh, I know about the belief that WE determine our depth in God's wisdom and riches, but tend to see things the same as the growth of my natural body; I am not the one making me grow. The view of seeing yourself as totally finished is not a new concept to me however, as I have a friend [one of my good friends], who views himself as a finished product. We have debated this very issue for years. We still love each other [despite our different view of things], and I have learned much from him during this time; so feel free to commune with me anytime [without the fear of me rejecting your view of things].

I also know that a lot of people are turned off by the idea of putting the fulfilling of God's promise off in the future. It is because of religious false teaching of man's procrastination of God's works that they have resented any "futuristic" application of the Spirit. In other words, it's the "If it ain't NOW, it ain't happening" mentality! Let me explain why I do not have a problem with seeing "part" of God's plan as in the future:

When I went into the heavenly realm, and saw the things I saw, I was not even looking for it. I had not concentrated, or meditated, or visualized, or worshiped God in any way. As a matter of fact, I was a really selfish bastard. I was angry, sad, undeserving, and sometimes, down right mean. I had gotten to the point of thinking that God's reconciliation of his creation would not happen in my lifetime. I did not go to church [still don't], did not read the book, and didn't really talk that much with people about Spiritual things anymore. I had been rejected to the point of being gun shy to even mention the Word to people, because they would immediately come against anything I said.

Then, on the morning that I went in, I was totally caught off guard! I kept pinching myself, over and over again, thinking that I was going to wake from a dream! I had no bad nature of any kind. No retaliatory defense mechanism, no pride, no care about what men thought of me, no prejudice, no anger. Now, I'm not talking about "toleration" of people when they hated me. I did not have to try to forgive; I WAS FORGIVENESS.

It took months for this state to subside, and during this time the feelings I experienced would phase in and out, intermittently. I would speak to God over and over, asking him to please not ever take this "feeling" away. I am glad he did it over a space of time, or I would have died from a broken heart. Man has no idea what is about to happen. You could dream your wildest fantasy, and it would pale in comparison to the "state" I experienced. I did not seek this glory, yet there I was standing in it; I did not desire for this glory to depart; yet it dissipated from my being. I saw things that it is not permitted for a man to see. I know that we will all soon attain to this level of Glory. I sure hope that it's not a greater glory than what I saw, or else I do not think I could stand the brightness of it. Peace, and goodwill towards all men. Love, billy

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01/13/08 06:47:49

Wonderfully written, Bill and absolutely profound ... thanks for sharing.

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03/04/08 05:41:02

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BESIDE [By Jon Anderson]

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03/04/08 05:53:45

I have seen the compass turning

Round & round my heart

The senses are yearning

For a possible change of heart

Is coming to you

Coming to you.

You stand upright, you are different

Why the spinal shock, the fusion, the evil?

Spill it out on the floor of belief

Come and mend this design

Come and mend this design

With every right we do.

I have seen the sun, [this sounds crazy]

The story about a boy in the rain

He was standing waiting O for the light

As though he did have a reason to know

Did he really know?

His eyes were open they expected someone

In his heart he felt the compass was turned on

I will echo, O for reasons that change me

Every thought, though it takes so long,

Is mastered with every plan

It would seem there is no end

To the bad or the goodness in man

So my friend it seems the weariest night

Just leads to a heavenly dawn

Should we see so much

In every time we sigh?

Even this we could call music

As that would match my body connection

Let me take your hand, I will be beside you beside

He took so much a lot off my mind

I can't help believe all love is sublime

It this fate?

I see it again & again

Yes, I am taught to love above every reason

Every one; every season

The compass will turn

And turn again

turn again...

[Jon Anderson]

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03/04/08 06:22:47

That experience was my "BURNING BUSH", and I will NEVER forget it as long as I live, and breath!

One more thing... I received the same "welcome" that she did [when I returned "home"]!

I was accused of lying, and brought before the lawyers [in front of the High Court]!

I know what I saw... and that is all that matters.

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03/04/08 08:11:41

Bill Lancaster wrote:
That experience was my "BURNING BUSH", and I will NEVER forget it as long as I live, and breath!

One more thing... I received the same "welcome" that she did [when I returned "home"]!

I was accused of lying, and brought before the lawyers [in front of the High Court]!

I know what I saw... and that is all that matters.

Yes. I know exactly what you mean when you say that. I, too, have seen and I know what I saw. Things that men cannot hardly imagine or dream. GOD sends us a few, though, like Carl Sagan, Gene Roddenberry, George Lucas, Rod Serling. They show us sparks of possibility - our minds them dream them into fruition. That is just a small portion of the plan called 'Creative Cosmic Co-construction': the IS REAL C.C.C.! Not the 'new' deal but the REAL DEAL! heh heh heh

It IS a compass!
An infinite circle.

I asked about time, one time; and the next morning I had the answer:

Imagine a stack of CD's - around the perimeter of each CD is marked the days of the year.
When the year is 360 days, each degree of the circle = 1 day.
This makes it hard to travel the stack because the moon guards the gates.
At certain times this is absolutely necessary; when piper stands at the gates, not a single soul is LOST by slipping through UNPREPARED.
When the Sun marks the courses (which frees them), there are 5 more days than there are degree; yet of course they all still fit because that is the miracle of the circle (infinity) and the power of the PRIME(soul).
Because the days don't fit exactly a 'leaping off' place is provided - once every 4 years the 5 days becomes 6.

It is in this way that the eternal spirit wanders through time, freely and at will!

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03/04/08 09:07:16

This is us headed for Home...............

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Bill Lancaster wrote:
She even says almost the exact same words that I did [when she saw the vision from the spacecraft].

When? At first when she says (I think she says) 'You're alive'?

Or when she says: 'You're so beautiful. I had no idea.' ?

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"I had no idea... beautiful!" That point [at around 2:24 on ~].

I remember one word that kept coming out of my mouth: WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL... Over and over and over again...

And then there was this question: How can you hide this? How can you keep this a secret? Over and over and over again [whispering]...

Wonderlove!

For several months, every morning when I woke up; I would pinch myself [to see if I was dreaming]!

I am NOT being metaphorical when I say that I "PINCHED MYSELF!"

I mean I literally pinched my own arm!

I would try to stay awake at night [because I feared that the "state" I was experiencing would disappear while I slept]!

But... every morning, when I awoke... IT WOULD STILL BE THERE! THIS WENT ON FOR MONTHS [tapering off slowly, so as to not break my heart].

And I would start sobbing - first thing every morning... and I would cry for hours... joy-sobbing! JOY UNSPEAKABLE! I would cry till no tears were left in my tear ducts! Then I would start breathing that wonderful, heavenly Spirit vapor, and my face would glow. My wife, my son, and my friend [David Akard - who witnessed EVERY event that happened to me - except the vision/trance], would just look at each other [bewildered]! David practically lived with us during the trance months. God told me that he was a priestly scribe, and that everything I had witnessed was recorded inside of him!

I remember once [we were in the den, and I was reading out of Jeremiah to David], when the Lord appeared in a cloud, and moved across the room behind me! When David looked past me at the cloud - [I could sense, and feel God's shadow moving behind me] - HIS HAIR STOOD STRAIT UP ON HIS HEAD, AND HE EXCLAIMED, "WHAT WAS THAT?"

He also witnessed the myriad of flies [at my shop], and he was there for all of the preparatory priestly events that led up to my going into the "Holy of Holies."

He was there when Charles broke bread [at my house - 3 days before the vision/trance], and he was there when Charles laid hands on my family.

He did not go in with me [for the vision/trance], but the Lord told me he had to wait in the sanctuary, because he would have died, if he had gone into the Most Holy Place!

David had several visions during this time, also... dreams AND visions! That is a story in itself! Every day when I would pick him up; he would start rattling off about what he had dreamed the night before!

When we would go to a job, I would clean my face up just long enough to tune a piano [which became this "ethereal trade"], and that would give my tear ducts enough time to recoup their moisture! I would tell the people I was tuning for, what had happened to me [literally thousands of them], and then they would pay me for tuning their piano [bewildered, I'm sure], and I would leave. As soon as I was out the door; I would start joy-sobbing again - YEP... JUST AS SOON AS I WAS OUT THE DOOR!

David was baffled at how I would tell every single person I saw what had happened. He kept asking me why he had to be around this stuff! He wasn't too keen on being chosen by God! I told him that he just had to be there, and somehow... he stayed around!

While I sobbed; he would just sit there in the truck, or at the house; he and Seth would play video games. They all just got used to the fact that I was going to cry all the time!

MARVELOUS IS THE LORD - HIS WAYS ARE PAST FINDING OUT!

Word got around quick, about what I had seen!

I even went and bought time on the local public access T.V. channel, and made the videos you can now see on YouTube [1-25]!

I was afraid of NOBODY... because I had seen the One who MADE EVERYBODY!

I SAW HIM! HE IS AWESOME!

I can't put it into words... it is like it happened yesterday!

Soon... everyone will see Him... even those who pierced Him...

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Bill, This is Pete talking, I forgot to log Nick out....anyway...Soon as I saw the video Bill, I understood what you meant......you said it was about as close a thing as you could find to describe what you experienced, for I just catch mere glimpses of it... nothing like what you had...OH MY Father I can feel it, I can remember...the Eternal Length,Width and breadth of our GOD...I can only begin to imagine what you saw, I know what it was now, you were trying to explain the other day on the phone, because I experience it only in small dosages and the Father weaved it into my imaginations when I saw this part in the movie.....Even now it brings me into tears...Now I understand Bill.....

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Awesome, Pete!

I didn't realize how the 'length, breadth, and width' fit in with my OWN experience until you said that! Thank you! All I could say (and still often say) is
GOD IS BIG!
And this all proves a point (YIKES did I say THAT?) that I've been unable to express to particular individuals regarding GOD's unsurpassed EFFICACY to show us all, EACH, one by one, who HE is and who WE are - again ALL of US as well as EACH of US.

Witness is for the purpose of validating the truth. But the truth, itself, can ONLY be revealed by GOD. What GOD has shown me, or Bill, or whoever, is NOT going to be what he shows you or someone else. The revelation and understanding which is the RESULT is no doubt uniform and perfect...but the MEANS of revealing is as individual and unique as is the soul.

The MIND of GOD is the ONE. The souls of GOD are the MANY.

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Small moves............what a revelation..........

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03/05/08 14:32:45

Baby steps

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03/05/08 22:35:32

I'm glad that such an innocent thing said, found you with some revelation...It is incredible how the body works and just how vast our infinite father really is Annie...I can see that you already know that...smile...Pete

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Someone sent me this link to read because I so love the things of Enoch and say that I am god etc. I too had my death in 2001, seemingly I lived to tell it... a near story as your own. I won't bother with my details, perhaps another day down the road. I will say this, it was a touching thing, ever learning and evolving from that day forth and never stops. Texas hey? I kept my Texas license for years after moving from there. Not sure where Paris is. I have heard of it. I lived in Ft.Worth, so Texas is my heart that's for sure. Who da thunk it, all my stories come from Texas... Amazing!!! Just amazing!! I love it!

I love Texas but missed the trees of Michigan and wanted both worlds, so here am I in the state of Washington. I can have the cold just an hour away. I can have the hot another different hour away. Then again, all the water I want...te hee .... For that I am blessed all of God and more.

Thank you for sharing this, I think I just might stick around. I am not so much desiring to teach but to tenderly REACH out to all that is, was and will be. I love the "ourselves."

Blessings to you and your little family,
te heee this is TEM

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Hey Tem,

Paris is 150 miles northeast of Fort Worth [between Sherman and Texarkana - 15 miles from the Red River].

Guess where I live now, though? CORPUS CHRISTI [means: Body of Christ]! God moved us here 5 years ago, and I am diggin' it!

You know the old saying, don't ya? You can take the girl out of Texas, but you can't take Texas out of the girl!

Heh heh heh!

Glad you are here, Tem.

P.S. I love Washington state, kid... 6 years ago; I visited a friend of mine in Seattle, and went to Mount Rainier! Most awesome natural geographic site I have ever witnessed! Loved it there. Went to the Space Needle, and the Fish throwing market...

Then we all went to a friend's house, and drank $150.00 a bottle wine [my friend's boss owns a winery there, and he brought 25 bottles of both white, and red - primo vintage]!, Then we taught the Word till 5 in the morning, and communed in heaven. For supper [a meal I will NEVER forget], we split the Texas/Washington difference. My friend fixed a huge Salmon [fresh - the red kind, with a mustard glaze], and my wife cooked fried Okra, and her famous dill and miracle whip potato salad!

My wife, and our friend are both Gourmet cooks.

Let me tell you, gal... when you mix that cuisine up, with the fruit of the vine, and the Word of the Lord; IT GETS REAL GOOD! I will NEVER forget that night [or that meal] - AWESOME WASHINGTON MEMORIES! Then we all prophesied until 5 in the morning, and got on a plane! LOL!

What a life I have lived!

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I am happy this morning... through all of it!

I thought this account needed to be included with the "Enoch Trance" experience. This event happened about 14 years earlier than the Enoch vision.

Enjoy!

For Charlie...

I'm going to write this in segments, because it will take several pages to write it. I have needed to write the account of this event for a long time. Now is as good a time as any:

It all happened during the Jimmy Carter administration, when Iran had taken those people hostage over there. I think it was 1979. Yuck... hated that period of my life.

Anyhow,

I was living in Paris, TX. [in a house with a couple I knew], and was still going to high school [I was a senior], while working a part time job.

The job was as a sales clerk at the local piano store, and I would go there after school, and make some extra money.

To make a long story short: Things weren't good... the job was not making ends meet; my parents, and I had gotten into a HUGE fight, and I was forced to find refuge elsewhere.

That has been the story of my life...

Refuge elsewhere...

So... there I am at the music store; and in walks this guy in painters' clothes! His name was Charles Ingram; and God as my witness: When he walked in the front door of Belew Music Co; he turned, and looked at me, and his eye TWINKLED!

I will NEVER forget it!

It was like a Tony Curtis movie!

When I saw his eye "glimmer"; it stunned me, but I kept it to myself...

Anyway; Charlie introduces himself to me, and realizes that he had done some remodeling work for my dad [Dad owned the old "Corner Drug Store" on the "square" in Paris]. I even remembered him doing the job, 10 or so years earlier, because I had memories of watching him do the stucko [in the show windows] - after daddy had picked me up from school. I was only 8 or 9 years old! Many afternoons; I would go to the store after school, and hang out - it had an authentic "old time" soda fountain!

Isn't it weird how God will put you in some person's life for a specific, unique, and special purpose? Charlie was an angel for me from the time I was a child.

Well... we hit it off big time! We laughed and carried on like we had ALWAYS KNOWN EACH OTHER [of course, now I know we HAVE always known each other].

I instantly liked him...

After we had finished gabbing; Charles told me that he had come into the store, to see what we had in a good used piano.

He mentioned that He was starting a new church, and that his brother [John Paul] was going to donate the money for the piano.

"Just what we need", I thought, sarcastically, "A new church!"

I showed Charlie several used models, and he said that he would talk it over with his brother [and the church], and that he would let me know if they were going to purchase one.

After that; he left.

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Now at that time; I had no understanding of God whatsoever, although; I DID believe there was a God, only not the God that religion had portrayed to me!

Back then; I would shy away from ANYTHING that had to do with religion... especially traditional religion.

But back to the story...

The next day; when I got to work; Charlie was at the store purchasing a piano. I shook hands with him again, and told him that I would arrange to have it delivered to the church that afternoon. He told me not to bother, that HE would help me move it!

That is the only time I have EVER had a customer OFFER to help MOVE A PIANO! LOL!

Well,

Charlie, and I loaded up the piano, and he rode in the front seat of the van with me, and began to talk about this new church they were starting. I acted like I was interested, and I told him that I had always been searching for "something", but had not found it in organized religion. Charles told me that they were into "a little different view of things", and invited me to come hear a guy speak there - but only if I felt comfortable about going. The guy's name was David Hulse.

I told him I would think about it...

[Of course... I had no intentions whatsoever of going; I was partying too hard to have time to go to church]!

When we pulled up to the address on the invoice; I was curious to see that it was a house, and NOT a church!

I asked Charles, "I thought this was a church?"

"Well... I told you we were a little different", Charlie replied [grinning sheepishly].

As we unloaded the piano, and moved it into his den [which was full of by-fold chairs - along with a podium]; I thought about how "weird" it was!

I thanked him, and told him I would try to come to a service sometime... then I hopped into the moving van, and puttered away...

I was not going NEAR that place - Church in a house - how strange!

Plus - all the Jim Jones cult hysteria was happening at that time, which only served to fuel my imagination about what kind of religion these people might be into.

I was just glad to have the piano dropped off, because I had plans for the evening - partying plans, that is! After all... that's what every 18 year old, red-blooded, American prodigal son did [when I was growing up in the 70's]!

Whew...

Too tired tonight, guys... I'll add some tomorrow... this is going to take some time to write in detail, but I want to get this account accurate, and it must be detailed to get the full effect of everything that happened [for posterity's sake].

I cannot count how many times I have told this story [verbally].

I NEEDED to write it down. I might even do a vid on this subject sometime.

Will continue tomorrow, guys! Nighty-night...

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Anyhow... so off I went to party!

I had drugs and alcohol in the icebox, a bag of weed, and two girls coming over that night.

I had no intention of EVER seeing that church house, again!

Well that weekend, I partied me arss off, and then I got up on Monday morning, and went to school [still stoned from the night before]. As I was walking down the hall at the High School; a girl I did not know approached me, and told me that her name was Dee, and that she was Charles Ingram's daughter! I introduced myself [startled], and told her that I had known her dad since I was a kiddo. She told me that Charles really needed to speak to me, that there was something SUPER important that he wanted to tell me!

"Uh oh", I thought, "Here we go... he's going to want me to go to church, and stuff!"

I told her that I would try to get by there sometime soon, and that I was in a hurry to get to class, but would see them later...

Of course; as I said before; I had NO INTENTIONS of EVER going back to that house! I was just trying to think about how I was going to avoid her at school in the future!

Well; a day or two later [I am not exactly sure how long it was]; I came home from work, and was dumbstruck! The house that I was living in was without electricity, and the couple I was sharing the place with HAD MOVED OUT! This was not very convenient for me, as I had just given them the rent for the NEXT MONTH! There was a note from them on the table, telling me that they had moved back up north, and that I had 3 days to vacate the premises [by the end of the week]!

Unfortunately for me, this also meant that I wouldn't have enough money to get another apartment!

It had taken everything I made just to be able to afford to live WITH these people [splitting the bills and utilities]!

I went into my cold dark room, and sat there freezing on the bed [it was the middle of winter, and I just sat there, and tried to figure out where I could find a place to live]!

I cannot tell you [at that very moment] how dark my soul was! Darky dark - totally hopeless!

Just as total despair sank in, a kid named Roger Kennemer knocked on my door. He was a friend from my childhood [my next door neighbor as a child], and he was there to take a guitar lesson from me. I was so freaked out about having to move, that I had forgotten he was coming!

Anyway; we did the lesson, and then he, and I proceeded to walk the 4 short blocks to his house [to listen to some music]. I did not have a car, so I had to walk everywhere I went [including school and work]. You guessed it: I had wrapped my [unpaid-for] vehicle around a telephone pole 6 months earlier [and I only had liability insurance]! I will always cherish that experience of making car payments for a car that I no longer had! Yuck... those were weird times! And to top it off - IT WAS MY FIRST CAR!

Back to the tale:

As Roger, and I, were walking, a voice spoke to me, and said, "Go to Charles' house."

"What?" I said out loud.

You see; I had not learned to recognize the father's voice at that time, and I was startled by it!

Again the voice said to me, "Go to Charles' house!"

"Roger" I said; "I have to go."

"Where?" he replied.

"To this guy's house" I said.

"Why?" Roger asked.

"I don't know, buddy" I replied, "But I just have to go. Do you want to go with me?"

"No Thanks" was all that he said...

To this day... I will never forget it - Roger Kennemer did an "About face", and walked away from me without a word! It was as if God had picked him up like a chess piece, and moved him across the board! HE COULDN'T GO!

He couldn't go... [tears]

I told him goodbye, and started trotting over towards Charlie's neighborhood [which was only about a mile from where we were]. I felt like someone had a tractor-beam hooked up to me, and that they were pulling me with a magnet in that direction!

NOTHING could have prevented me from going to that house! Nothing.

When I got there [around 5 o'clock]; Charlie's truck was in the driveway, and I strolled down the sidewalk, and knocked on the door.

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Where was I? Oh yeah... knockin on heaven's door!

"And I, if I be lifted up, will DRAW ALL MEN to myself!"

So... there I was, standing on the front porch of Charlie's house. It was a nice little pier and beam house [frame], with tongue and groove siding, and it was painted yellow - with brown trim. It was situated on a corner lot, with a big pretty yard [lots of trees], and a garage, which was separated from the house by a covered walkway/patio.

More on that patio later...

Meanwhile; behind the front door; I could hear the muffled sound of kids scampering for cover inside, and I heard footsteps approaching.

Suddenly; the door opens, and there stands Lou Ingram; Charlie's wife. Charles had introduced us, when we moved the piano into the house, so this wasn't the first time I had met her.

"Is Charles here?" I asked.

"Come on in!", she said [excitedly], "Charles has been waiting on you; he really NEEDS to talk to you!"

"What about?", I thought, "How did she know that I was coming?"

"Charles is in the kitchen", she said.

I walked through the den - which now looked more like a sanctuary [all the folding chairs had been placed in rows in front of the new "used" piano] - and followed Lou into the kitchen.

There, sitting at a round kitchen table, was Mr. Charles Ingram, still in his painter's clothes, plopped in front of his bible, peaking up over the edge of his bi-focals at me.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, "I been needin' to talk to you something fierce! Sit down, sit down... take a load off. Lou... this boy needs a cup of coffee. Do you want a cup of coffee? Sugar and cream?"

"Just plain old black will do!", I replied.

Well... we talked about my life, and all the hardships I had gone through in the last couple of years. I told him about my housing situation, and how I was about to be homeless. I told him about how the drugs had destroyed my relationship with my parents. I told him how I had been expelled from 2 different schools within a 6-month period. I told him how I had been locked up in a drug rehabilitation center for my entire 16th year. I told him that I had no friends, no money, and no place to live.

Yes... I told him everything...

He seemed amazed that I was going through that terrible stuff, and told me that things were about to change for me! He would look over at Lou and grin [while I was talking], and just shake his head in dismay, bewildered at the gravity of my circumstances.

I agreed with him - I was bewildered about it, too! I told him that I sure didn't WANT to be in those kinds of dyer circumstances [Heh heh heh]!

"You're such a clean cut looking kid - with such a sweet personality", he said repeatedly. "You would never know it by looking at you."

Ahhh... but looks can be deceiving! LOL!

Charlie then told me that he had been thrown out of several "churches" himself. One Baptist church group told him that he just "preached too much", so Charlie took his blackboard, and went on home!
Heh heh heh!

He also told me that was the whole reason why he, and David Hulse were starting this church: No one else would have anything to do with them! LOL! Charlie has a famous saying,

"I've been around the world, and seen the monkey's back!"

I immediately felt warmth, acceptance, and love from Charlie - and it was strange, and supernatural to me...

Charles is like a mix between the Good Samaritan, and the man who fell among the thieves - all rolled into one... but that just made me like him even more! Ahhh my elect servant... in whom there is no guile!

The main thing that I noticed about Charles [from the get-go], was his genuine concern for my well-being. Charlie would give you the shirt off of his back! From the very beginning, Charlie never one time judged me for the things I told him about - NOT ONCE! I had never seen this kind of attitude from other people before [in my world]; it's called unconditional love... [and it was, and still is contagious]!

Yes, we hit it off; right from the word go; from the very start I loved him. Charlie became closer than a brother to me - in fact; Charles is like my spiritual father. No one will ever know what we two shared together...

As Charlie always says, "A friend is one mind, in two bodies."

After we had finished gabbing about all our worldly predicaments; I began to tell Charles about Roger, and I... and how I had felt "drawn" to his house. I also told him how I had NEVER accepted the traditional teachings of men, and that I had always been interested in "other views" about God.

Then Charles got a really serious look on his face, and told me to relax, because there were some things that he needed to tell me, and he didn't want me to feel uncomfortable when I heard it.

"O.K.", I said, "What is it?"

I was almost afraid to ask!

Then I sat back in my chair, and Charlie began to talk.
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Charlie leans towards me, and says,

"Bill... the other day, when I came to the music store to look at a piano for the church; I had already found one 'cheaper' in the shopper ads."

I didn't know it, but Charles had been looking at other pianos [from shopper ads, and individuals in the newspaper], and he was just coming to the store to check out [compare] the price of a similar new one! He told me later, that he had already decided to buy a used one from another lady [much cheaper than the one at the music store], but that after arriving home that evening; the Lord had spoken to him, saying:

"No... go back to Belew Music; I want you to buy THAT piano!"

"So I did!", Charles said [in his happy-go-lucky way]. "What else could I do? When the Lord tells you to do something; you just do it!"

Little did either of us know what God had in mind for us!

He continued...

"Then... 2 days ago; I was awakened in my bed [early in the wee hours of the morning], and God spoke to me about you. Sometimes God speaks early in the morning to me, but this was different... this was special - and I'm telling you that if I EVER heard Him speak; I heard Him that morning! I heard him with my natural ears!"

"WHAT DID HE TELL YOU?", I hastily replied.

Charles continued...

"Well... that's why I had Dee come to you at school. Now Bill... I know that you don't like that religious garbage [I think "churchy" was the word he used], and for that matter, niether do I... but when God speaks something; it is 'alive!' Here is exactly what God told me:"

GO TELL BILL,

I am going to make the head the tail, and the tail the head; the first the last, and the last the first... I am going to do a "quick" work in him - and you will give him a "crash course" in my Word. He will do a great work in music!"

I was speechless.

I hadn't even told Charles that I played guitar, and that I wanted to be a songwriter!

Charles opened up the bible to 3 John, and began to read this to me:

2Beloved, I pray that you may prosper in every way and [that your body] may keep well, even as your soul keeps well and prospers.

3In fact, I greatly rejoiced when [some of] the brethren from time to time arrived and spoke [so highly] of the sincerity and fidelity of your life, as indeed you do live in the Truth [the whole Gospel presents].

4I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the Truth.

When I heard him read those passages, it is like a veil was lifted off of my mind, and for the first time; I understood WHO IT WAS THAT WAS REALLY SPEAKING - IT WAS NOT A MAN SPEAKING; NO... IT WAS GOD HIMSELF! Years earlier, when I had TRIED to understand the scriptures, it was like there were scales on my eyes, but now those scales had fallen off! I REALIZED THAT THOSE PASSAGES WERE ACTUALLY GOD'S SPIRIT SPEAKING DIRECTLY TO ME!

Then...

As Charlie continued speaking [literally in mid sentence], suddenly... I heard the sound of a mighty rushing wind! I was filled with the glory-joy of the Lord, from the bottom of my feet, to the top of my head!

"What happened?" I said, jumping up out of my chair.

"What?" Charles asked, almost startled.

"Something just happened to me!"

Lou, [who had witnessed whole thing from behind the kitchen counter], exclaimed, "That's a taste of the Holy Ghost if I ever saw it!"

They both hugged my neck, and we cried tears of joy!

Then I said to all of them [by this time, their 3 kids had come into the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about], "I have to go... I have to go somewhere for a minute."

"Where?" Charles asked [grinning in amazement].

"I'll be right back!" I said.

Then I walked out the back screen door, onto the patio - AND I WAS IN HEAVEN!

Now, Charlie lived about 6 blocks from my old stompin' grounds. This was my old neighborhood! I grew up in a 6 bedroom, 2-story house, in a neighborhood called "Johnson's woods" [it looked like the Cleaver's house on "Leave it to Beaver"]. It sat right beside Crockett middle school, which was situated on a huge multi-acre plot of land [huge oak trees covered everything but the football field, and the area around the school]. It was really lovely to live by... no neighbors behind you... peaceful... tranquil, and lots of leaves, and squirrels! When we were kids, we had camped out there on weekends, and summers, because our house literally backed up to the school campus. I built a HUGE tree house in one of the oaks [as a little kid], so the place holds fond memories for me... Kinda like me own Sherwood Forest!

But we kids definitely partied there!

We [13 & 14 year olds] would build huge bon-fires [without a permit], throw big parties, and roam the streets of Paris [all hours of the night] - like a bunch of wild animals!

But then... that is another story, isn't it?

Heh heh heh!

I am amazed that they didn't arrest us for the things we did on that land!

Times weren't as politically correct then! It was the seventies, guys... we didn't have computers! Nobody worried about someone abducting their kids...

If a person did now, what we did back then, they would throw you in the clink! Do you know that not one time... not one time did a policeman ever come over and question us [mob of kids] about those bonfires! It blows my mind, looking back on it all now! Crazy!

Still...

Later on... after this experience with Charles; that school ground became a sacred sanctuary for me on many a starry night. I would go there alone, and speak intimately with God, and worship the Lord within myself [hidden among those huge trees]! I had some supernatural experiences on that particular piece of land - it was wonderful stuff! So many stories, that all the books in the world could not contain them!

Well... anyhow, let me get to the point of why I brought up the school grounds story:

I'm standing there [in heaven] on Charlie's back patio, and I walk out to the street. It's just about dusk, and everything looks surreal; glowing; beautiful! That's when I start to run... and I don't mean trot; I mean I sprinted at the top speed my body could possibly muster! Yes sir... I ran, and ran, and ran... and then I ran some more!

I was like Forrest Gump that evening!

It was as if somebody had released me from a pair of leg iron shackles! I had never felt that free! Sweeeeeet freedom!

I sprinted those 6 blocks to that school, and tears were streaming down my face as I ran! I WAS SINGING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS... LEAPING, AND SKIPPING AND THANKING, AND PRAISING THE FATHER! NEVER HAD I EXPERIENCED THAT KIND OF JOY... IT WAS UNSPEAKABLE! Only one other experience in my life was more profound then that experience: The Enoch trance, because that experience was NOT for me [as this one was]; the Enoch experience was for the world. I don't know... I guess both experiences were wonderful... like chocolate and vanilla.

I ran all the way to Crockett, and then ran all the way back to Charlie's house... [it took about 30 minutes in all].

"This is real!" I thought, "Could this really be happening?"

I jumped up the 3 steps to the back porch door, and they were all still waiting for me in the kitchen! I went in, and sat back down [after I wiped off my swollen face with one of Lou's dish towels].

"Where did you go?"" Charles asked.

"I just felt like running around the block, buddy", I said.

Everything inside of me was healed - INSTANTLY... I was completely restored to my childhood innocence IN ONE MOMENT!

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Well… Charlie, and I talked late into the wee hours that night; then he drove me over to my empty house, and I got my mandolin. We went back to his house, and sat outside on the patio [see... I told you I would get back to the patio]! There... on that patio... we two sages worshipped before God [under a starry, clear night sky], and we received glorious praise from Him! Then I prophesied for about an hour [singing and playing the mandolin]! I will NEVER forget it!

The sweetest fellowship I ever knew...

We were like Jonathon and David, Charlie, and I.... our souls were woven together that night.

The neat thing about the prophecy song, was that it sounded like an ancient drone [mid-eastern] tune, and every line that I sang rhymed! I mean PERFECT rhyming... I'M TALKING PRE-WRITTEN RHYME! I sang as God [in first person], and the melodies I sang that night were just f-l-o-w-i-n-g from my heart [through that little instrument]! To top things off: I had never heard ANY of the music I played, nor had I ever heard, or even read the prose that came forth from my mouth - but... I'll tell you this: You just ask Charlie about the night I prophesied with my mandolin on that patio! He was there... he'll tell you! Charlie laid hands on me that night, and when Charlie lays hands on you, you better take notice... because there is gonna be a tumult! Your life is forever changed.

The air we breathed that night, was holy... there was Spirit oil in our hair. My friend anointed me with the oil of joy that night [in place of ashes, despair, and mourning]; the sweet dew from heaven, floating in, and around us like a heavenly aura-halo, as we breathed the crisp night air!

The fellowship we shared was ANCIENT! I knew I had always known Charlie...

I don't know how... I just knew... we had worshipped side by side for EONS...

There was an anointing so thick that night, that my vision was blurred [the atmosphere rippled], and my voice quivered when I sang! God's cloud was covering our hearts and minds! It was like God had rested on us [tabernacled on us]!

There will always be a bond between Charlie, and myself!

Anyhow... after we had fellowshipped ourselves into total exhaustion - Charles dropped me at my house.

I woke up the next morning [exhilarated], and headed off to school! I WAS GOING TO TELL EVERYONE! Heh heh heh!

I stood at the corner of the library entrance [in the main hall of the high school], and started talking to a bunch of people about what had happened the night before!

WELL LET ME TELL YOU - I HAVE NEVER SEEN A CROWD OF PEOPLE SO WIDE-EYED IN MY LIFE! These were all people I had grown up with at school, ONLY I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT - I was NOT the person they had grown up with anymore! THERE HAD BEEN A METAMORPHESIS! While I was speaking; I looked midway out into the growing crowd, and there stood Dee - waving, and grinning while I preached to them:

"The kingdom of heaven is with you, guys! It's glorious; it's wonderful... Look!", I said, opening up my BIBLE - IN SCHOOL, "This book is not just historical; God is accomplishing all this stuff in us - right now! ALL MEN ARE GOING TO BE SAVED!"

Now the fact that I was telling them "All men were going to be saved" was probably shocking enough [seeing as they were all from the bible belt], but I tell you something that REALLY blew their minds!

You see... I, and a buddy of mine, had been expelled from that very school [not 6 months earlier - in the last semester of my Junior year], and it happened right in front of the entire school! Somehow; we got this brilliant idea to go to a football pep rally drunk [my buddy actually started yelling out at the cheerleaders - FROM THE BLEACHERS], and the principal saw us together! Of course; I was found guilty by association [plus I was drunk], and the Principal dragged me down to the office [physically]! The ironic thing is that my friend got away - AND HE NEVER CAME BACK TO SCHOOL, EITHER!

Oh yeah! I was well known at P.H.S.... everyone knew who I was! But let's fast forward back to me preaching in the Paris High halls...

When the bell rang, everyone dispersed, and I went into my first period class. I sat down in my desk, and started getting out my homework, when a voice came over the intercom,

"Could we please have William Lancaster in the office?"

"He's on his way", the teacher answered, and she motioned for me to go.

I was just wondering what I had done! LOL!

At least I knew it was not the same principal who had expelled me the year before, so I thought that I might have a chance at a clean slate with this new guy [the other principal had retired]!

When I walked in the office; the whole office staff looked at me in a kind of "David Koresh" type of glare-mode. I walked up to the desk, and asked the school secretary what the principal needed.

"Mr. Stephens needs to talk to you", she said, "Have a seat over there."

I waited there, as inquisitive students passed by, looking at me through the plate glass windows, that separated the hall from the office. They whispered to each other about what "strange thing" had happened to me.

You could feel it in the air!

Mr. Stephen walks out of his office, and tells me to come on in, and have a seat.

"Bill", he begins, "There have been some students report that you have been preaching in the halls. Is this true?"

"Yes sir." I replied.

Well, Bill... I'm just going to be honest... it's scaring some of the students. Look... I am a person of faith, also... and I know how you feel you need to share the Good News with others, but just not here at school. It scares the other students, and it isn't appropriate."

I told him I would work on it, and headed back to class.

Walking down the hall; I thought to myself, "I tell people that they are going to be saved, and that makes them scared? What about that religious hell, fire, and brimstone crap, that has been forced down their throats their entire lives - NOW THAT'S WHAT'S REALLY SCARY!"

Heh heh heh!

After school; I headed over to Charlie's house to tell him what had happened - BUT DEE HAD ALREADY DONE THAT! Charlie told me that she came home from school like a raving jabber jaw, talking about how I was preaching in the halls, and large numbers of people were gathering to hear!

Then, when I told Charlie what the principal had told me; HE GOT MAD!

"They won't help a kid when he is on drugs, or on the street, but then when the kid finds an answer - THEY TELL HIM TO QUIT DOING IT!"

He raved on and on [fuming]!

From that day forward - the Ingrams took me under their wing. For 6 months - we ate, drank, and slept the Word together! I would ask question after question, and Charles would have the perfectly fitting answer to every one! 7 days a week; 5 or 6 hours a night - we drank many a cup of coffee; talking about God at the "Sunriser" coffee shop [where we were regulars], or else burning the midnight oil at Charlie's house.

Speaking of houses; that brings me back to my housing predicament, and the miracle that was about to happen next [with my house, and my parents]:

About a year or two before all this happened; I had purchased a beautiful maple-top Gibson Les Paul "sunburst" guitar. I had saved for months, and months to get it [I was still living at home then]; and literally, it was my most prized possession - my "pride & joy"!

I had purchased that guitar with the sweat of my brow!

You see; I played in several bands growing up, and that guitar had represented the pinnacle of all my earthly achievements - [which amounted to a hill of beans]!

Well... the next day after the baptism flood; Charlie took me over to my house, and I grabbed my guitar, mandolin, and my knapsack of belongings [all I had in the world]. As we rode back to Charlie's house; a voice told me to sell the Gibson guitar, and give all the money to my mom and dad. It is written,

"Honour your father and mother."

I was bumfuzzled, but I didn't care... there was no luster, or desire left in "natural things" for me [after what I had experienced].

Fortunately, a buddy of mine [at the music store], had told me that if I ever wanted to sell the guitar, just to let him know.

I told Charles what God had "said" to me, and that I had decided to do it.

"You don't have to sell your guitar, man!", he pleaded [bewildered that I had brought it up]!

"No", I replied, "I WANT to sell it! Maybe this will make up for the stress and strain I have put them through."

When Charles heard me say that... he prophesied to me:

"Bill... because you have laid down your most treasured possession on earth; I will return it to you 100 fold - in this lifetime!"

Then I went and sold it.

After we got back to his house; Charles told me that he had called my mother that morning, and that he had told her everything that had happened. He also told her that he wanted to come by, and just talk with her!

"Huh"? I thought.

"Everything is going to be fine!" he assured me.

My mom and dad had always liked Charlie, and he has a special place in my mother's heart.

So... the next day Charles went over, and talked [and had a cup of coffee] with my mother. I can see him now: Cross-legged on the sofa; happy-go-lucky; that index finger pointed in the air, while he makes his dissertation; my true friend - Charlie Ingram.

Yes... momma knew from the very start that something HAD happened to me - just as she knew it during the "Enoch trance". Charles told her that he was gonna watch over me, and that she had nothing to worry about [concerning me]. He told her God was going to work miraculous things in me!

Charlie had a thing he taught called "The eleventh commandment".

You guys know what the eleventh commandment is, don't you?

"Thou shalt not sweat it!"

Well... I told him that after what I had been through [pure, unadulterated hell] for the last two and a half years - that commandment was easier said than done!

When Charlie told me that he had spoken with my mother; I really was freaked out! We were not speaking [had not seen them in months], and to make a long story short [without going into the tragic details] - things were bad.

I really didn't want to talk to momma, but Charlie told me to go on over there; that she was waiting on me.

I tell you what - that was a long 6 block drive over to my parent's house! If I'm not mistaken; Charlie let me take his truck. Somehow or other, though... I got there.

I walked to the door, knocked a couple of times, and went on in [it was the 70's, guys... nobody locked their doors back then]. When I walked inside; momma was standing in the washroom, and she came over and looked me square in the eye, and she hugged me long... real long. She and I both wept, and I told her,

"Something happened to me, momma... I found God!"

Then we wiped off our tears, and I told her what had happened to me, and how Charles had helped me!

She thought very highly of him, because she remembered when Charles had remodeled the drugstore years before. They would gab about how he needed a manager [to manage his money], because he could be rich, if he could just get organized! [Charlie is a multi-talented carpenter, painter, interior decorator, set designer, artist, and preacher - ALL ROLLED INTO ONE]!

Ahhhhh... those struggling artists... those nameless, penniless, vagabonds, drifters and hobos of this life; who have a perpetual hole in their pocket; who came into this world in humble disguises - THOUGH THEY ARE ACTUALLY KINGS!

I told momma that I was trying to find a new apartment, and that Charlie said I could stay with them until I got on my feet.

Then I took out the money I had gotten for the guitar, and laid it in front of her. I told her that I felt like I owed it to them - for all the heartache I had caused them.

Then she said, "Go get your clothes... you can move back in with us."

"What about dad?" I replied.

"Just give him some time...", she said.

I went back to Charlie's house, and told him what had happened; he was elated! I told him I would see him the next day, and I gathered up all my stuff, and headed back "home".

Warm fuzzies!

I unpacked everything, and lay down on my OWN bed!

Ahhh... the simple things we take for granted: Like central air, and heat, and your own bed, in your own room!

I think that moment was the first time I could ever remember feeling true "rest." I don't mean a rested body... I mean rest for my weary soul! I was at the absolute epiphany of peace!

The blanket of God had covered me, and kept me in safety.

A person would have to know how bad things were [between my parents, and myself], to truly appreciate the ENORMITY of this miracle!

What happened that night is a tale in itself!

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That night; when my father came home; I think momma had already called him [but I don't know]. He seemed aloof, skeptical, and quiet towards me, so I just went up to my room, and listened to my old stereo. I had "Going for the One" playing [by the group "Yes"], and as I laid my head down on my pillow; it began to get dark outside.

That's when it started.

As I lay still in the blackness of my room; I saw an image of a white cross - glowing on my wall! It was so real, that I was afraid - I DID NOT MOVE AN INCH! All I could do was peek over the covers at it, and whisper "thank you, Father" [under my breath]! I had experienced only one vision, prior to that one, and it had been a couple of years earlier [when I was 16]; so all this supernatural stuff was pretty much new to me!

Then, as the cross began to glow brighter; I saw what looked like 3 or 4 shadowy human silhouettes, standing in a circle around me! The thing that boggled my mind, was the fact that these shadow figures were BLACKER than the darkness of my room! I could not see their faces, but I could see their profiles, and body movements.

It's like they were doing some kind of spiritual surgery on me.

I just lay there motionless and afraid!

These "Shadow people" [as I like to call them] appeared to be communicating with each other, even though there was no sound at all. It was like being on an operating table, and looking up at the nurses, and doctors, only these shadow people weren't working on my terrestrial body, instead... they were tweaking my CELESTIAL BODY!

I guess I needed an upgrade... my hard drive had a glitch!

I only saw the "shadow people" that one night [only once], and they appeared to be human [the outline of their faces, and bodies didn't look "alien", or anything; their silhouettes looked normal], but I was NOT abducted!

I do not know what they were doing, but I do know that they were there to help me. I believe they placed a seed in me that would become the writings, and music I am just now releasing!

They loaded me up with a new operating system, and filled up my hard drive!

I'll tell you this: This stuff is time released! You can't rush it!

It was a spiritual procedure of some kind, and I do hope to know what happened there - someday!

I know it sounds weird, but it happened, and I'll tell you how afraid I was: I was in awe... physically afraid of what I was seeing... but I still new that they weren't going to hurt me; I knew they were HELPING me! They were NOT tangible, so I knew there was nothing I COULD do to stop them- even if I had wanted too!

Truth is - I didn't WANT them to go away!

All the while I would see light waves - moving across the darkness in my room - supernatural aboritions - discussing my future, and comforting me.

It was like God was stroking me on my hair, telling me "Don't be afraid", while the doctor stitched up my knee!

I finally fell asleep, but when I woke up in the morning - I was scared!

Let me tell you how real it was:

When I woke up, momma and daddy had already left, and I went into the other room, and began to think about what it was I had gotten into here! I had always heard that ANYTHING supernatural was EVIL; and guys... if there was EVER an event that would be classified as "supernatural", then it would be this event! I was definitely shaken by the whole ordeal, though curious, and dazzled by it.

By that time [the late 70's]; the religious propaganda had already saturated our society [and my natural mind], with the notion that "anything" that was supernatural was EVIL! Any movie you would watch about supernatural occurrences, ALWAYS MADE THE DEVIL MORE POWERFUL THAN GOD [The Omen; the Exorcist, etc...]! I also started thinking about all those devil worship rumors I had heard about growing up - [cults were a big phenomenon at that time] - and that just fueled my fear even more, adding to my paranoia!

I told God that if I had gotten off into something weird, to please lead me in the right way!

Just as I thought that.... There came a knock on my door! I looked out my upstairs window, and THERE STOOD CHARLIE!

I went down, and opened the door, and the first thing he said was this:

"Don't be afraid, man. Everything is gonna be O.K.!"

I was flabbergasted!

I told him what had happened [the night before], and how the shadowy figures had "worked on me". I told him about the glowing cross, and how I had seen effervescing light waves moving across the room [like some kind of celestial spotlight]! He told me that the Lord had instructed him to come over [that morning], and tell me that everything was going to be all right, and to not be afraid.

When he said that; all my fears were dissipated, and we went and ate breakfast!

For years and years [to this very day]; I still see those waves of light almost every single night! They are part of my world [both waking, and sleeping], and they comfort me in all my sorrows, and trials in this world.

After we ate breakfast, Charlie dropped me off at the music store [freshly exhilarated from the miraculous signs I had witnessed], and I went on in to work. I told my boss [Mr. Belew] what had happened to me, and he seemed a little white around the mouth [they were Methodist], but nevertheless; he acted congratulatory to me about my decision to accept Christ as my Saviour [as if I had ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT - HA!]. He told me that they had talked about letting me go, but that they wanted to give me a chance to "get it together".

Then he began to tell me about how the bible foretold all the highway systems [and some other stuff about the "mark of the beast"], which he had picked up in Sunday school. I acted interested, but then I escaped from him - [a customer came in]!

I ran up the stairs to the storeroom [above the music store], went in, and shut the door. It was pitch black, and I started worshipping...

Suddenly, all around me; I saw hundreds of little "pin lights". They were all different, and each one had a unique characteristic about it. They would appear, and re-appear at different places in the room [I GUESS it was IN the room? Heh heh heh]!

Many times after that; I would just sit there in the darkness of that storeroom, and witness those extraordinary events unfold! The light waves appeared with them also, and I felt much joy, and comfort from them.

That night [after work]; I went to Charlie's house, knocked on the door, and asked him what this "tongues" thing was all about. I was raised a Presbyterian, but then went to the Methodist church in my teens, so I had never been around any tongue-talkers before!

Charles was bewildered that I had asked him about it!

"Well", he replied. "Tongues are a language between you, and the Father; a language which cannot be uttered from a "human" mind. Think of it as the Christ in you speaking in a private language to the Spirit of God in you."

Then Charles laid hands on me, and I spoke in tongues.

Afterward; I told him about all the supernatural stuff I had seen... and he believed me.

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Well... that's about it. I'll have to leave some of the other events for another time.

Oh... one other thing...

About 2 weeks after this all happened... my father came in and handed me the money I had given momma, and the keys to his pickup [Ford]. He told me that I could have it!

I guess it took him a while to realize that my "conversion" was real! LOL!

I don't blame him...

Most importantly: God healed my relationship with my parents.

I went from being penniless, and homeless [without a vehicle]; to having a car, a place to live [rent free], and a wad of money - all in 2 weeks!

Every day there would be miraculous things happen!

Anyway,

I am extremely thankful for Charlie; there is no way I could ever repay him for the kindness he extended to me. Out of everything that Charlie taught me; I have not had to "unlearn" one thing I learned from him.

That is what makes my experiences with Charlie so neat - I was a "clean slate" for him to write on. I had not been pre-programmed by religion, so I didn't have to UNLEARN everything!

Though I have moved forward in God's Word [maturing in Him since those times]; not one of the principles that God spoke through Charles, did I EVER find to be "false". Every foundation he laid in me [during my crash course with him] was based on Tabernacles principals, and have proved to be sound truth [when I have built upon them].

I thank the Lord for Charles.

Last Edited By: Bill Lancaster 04/18/08 05:06:53. Edited 6 times.

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k2bazz

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04/11/08 04:51:50

I thank the Lord for Charlie, Charles, too....

Amen!

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Bill Lancaster

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04/14/08 04:56:48

THE WHOLE WORLD IS GOING TO BE SEEING THE GLORY VISION - SHORTLY!

HALLELUJAH!

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Queen Annie 38

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04/14/08 07:12:42

YES
in DEED!
I wonder if it will be our rainbow, bb?

SOMETHING - what I do not know - WILL COME to pass on May 21st!
it will be BIG whatever it is!

the 3rd of May roundabouts might have something scheduled in, too.
It's kind of funny, but all along it has always been the EVENTS and DETAILS that the prophets' messages were about, NEVER about when.
I always know WHEN but NEVER what!

Hey! Perhaps this is where the two meet??!?

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