Vision: Cones and Keys

 

Vision: Cones and Keys

5th February 2015

I saw a woman standing staring at a fiesta cone, with a newspaper inside it. The newspaper had been folded in half, rolled, and placed inside the cone.

As the woman stood watching this strange sight, she heard a Voice Say to her, “Eat the newspaper”.

She did not doubt for a moment but immediately lifted the newspaper out of the cone and began to eat it. It tasted just like paper. After she finished consuming the newspaper, she was directed to place her hand inside the fiesta cone.

The woman obeyed. She was then divinely instructed to pull out her hand. To her amazement all her fingers and thumb had become keys.

Now another cone appeared. Again she received divine instructions to eat the newspaper, which she did. She was instructed to place her other hand into the cone and as before, the fingers and thumb on the other hand too, turned to keys.

As she examined the digits, she marveled at the design of the keys which were made of ancient gold.

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I saw to the right and to the left, multitudes of fiesta cones with newspapers standing in a neat row, rapidly travelling to distant places as if on invisible conveyor belts. The people who received these followed the instructions and found that all their digits had turned to keys.

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The woman and all the other people with key digits, in obedience to the Lord, were moving in the direction that they had been instructed to. Along the way, they used the keys to unlock doors in mountains, circular shaped stone doors outside tombs; they unlocked railway lines, manholes, doors in walls, and doors that locked tunnels.

I understood that though they had unlocked all of these, their main work lay ahead.

These ‘Key people’, walked fast and with determination, but they did not rush, or hurry.

I saw these folk make their way to large hangars at private airports.

These hangars were securely locked but that posed no difficulty for the key-people.

Inside the hangars were stacks of food, provisions, furniture, tools, etc.

World over, individuals, groups, communities, towns, cities, nations were hoarding at a scale unknown before. It was a shameful sight.

Supplies that rightfully needed to be circulated, materials that were urgently needed were lying idle behind locked doors, and more often than not, benefiting none, not even the hoarder.

These key people unlocked hoarded supplies stored in hangars, in undisclosed warehouses in docks, in secret rooms in caves and other covert places.

The key people would check the availability of items needed in that hour. Where there was a dearth these folk would speedily and successfully search out the hoarding place, and unlock it, releasing the required supplies, so that world over, the work that was underway, would not stop due to lack of supplies.

Whilst most of what they unlocked belonged to hoarders, I saw that these key people were also gifted with the ability to trace long forgotten or abandoned fully stocked warehouses and other such storage places, which for years had remained hidden from view.This included sunken ships, large trucks that had fallen into ditches, aircrafts that had crash landed in remote jungles with their cargo intact.

These key digits were divinely led to unlock stores, be it night or day, to release much needed supplies out of the clutches of hoarders or from abandoned stores as mentioned above, so that the work of the Lord, world over, would not suffer or stop.

Psalm 108: 12-13

12 Give us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.

13 Through God we shall do valiantly: for he it is that shall tread down our enemies.

ISAIAH 51: 14-16

¹⁴ The captive exile hasteneth that he may be loosed, and that he should not die in the pit, nor that his bread should fail.

¹⁵ But I am the Lord thy God, that divided the sea, whose waves roared: The Lord of hosts is his name.

¹⁶ And I have put my words in thy mouth, and I have covered thee in the shadow of mine hand, that I may plant the heavens, and lay the foundations of the earth, and say unto Zion, Thou art my people.

 

Bombay-India

Swarna Jha