Chapter 12: The Installation

The thunder and lightning increased within the throne, and fire streaked upward at times.

The Witness Of Two

Jesus spoke: "Father, she is Mine and belongs to My kingdom. She is ready to fulfill the commission You have given to her." He stepped toward me. "I verify this commissioning, for this is the witness of two. Both My Father and I witness to this."

The Golden Chain

My Father's huge hands of light came from the throne area and placed upon me a large golden chain made of twenty-four linked medallions. An even larger center medallion hung over my heart. As I looked down at the chain, I realized that beneath the chain I was wearing the multicolored robe given to me by Jesus earlier.

My Father's Name

Then my Father touched my forehead with His hand. It burned like a brand. "My name is on her forehead," He said in a voice that sounded like mighty, rushing waters. He reached out again with a scepter and touched my shoulders. "She is My chancellor."

Jesus acknowledged, "I bear witness to this."

The Spirit, who is invisible, spoke from the left side of my Father, "I bear witness to this."

Impartation by the Ancient Ones

Then another voice spoke. "Do you trust God?"

"I do," I answered, turning to look at one of the twenty-four ancient ones around the throne.

"Come here," he said. He put his hand upon one of the golden medallions on the chain and spoke with great authority and solemnity: "All the gifts and graces given to me, I now impart to you." Then he motioned for me to pass to the next ancient one, and I did.

Each one of the ancients asked me the same question as the first. Each placed his hand on a different medallion of the chain with the same impartation.

"Your Heart Belongs to Me"

Then my heavenly Father spoke again. "Come here," He said.

"Look at the insignias." The gold of the twenty-four medallions was shining like diamonds under an intense light. "The gifts and graces that are Christ are yours," He said. Then He put His hand upon the center medallion and said with great tenderness, "Your heart belongs to Me. Your heart belongs to Me. Your heart belongs to Me."

The Finger Of God

After this He touched my eyes with His forefingers. It was like lightning shooting through me. "The finger of God has touched your eyes, Anna." Then He put the lower part of the palms of His hands upon my eyes, and the power almost bent me over backward. He moved His hands and placed His fingers into my ears; another bolt struck me, then one on my nose. "Open your mouth," He said, and He touched my tongue, searing as a coal from the altar. "Lift your hands," He continued. Lightning shot into my fingers and palms. He placed His hands on my shoulders, and then He crossed His hands and laid them on my shoulders again. He moved to my heart and diaphragm, my thighs and knees; then God stooped over and placed His hands on my feet. Power shot into them like nails.

The Sword Not Of Man

"I am giving into your hand this day the sword not of man. This sword is two-edged. It can bar or open the way to the tree of life." He spoke to someone near. "Bring the sheath to her."

A large, powerful angel knelt and gave the sheath into the light surrounding the throne. Two cherubs were on either side of the angel. These cherubs must have been over eight feet tall. Each had two faces. One cherub had the face of a man in front and a lion in back. The other had the face of an eagle in front and of an ox in back. Each had two wings with hands under their wings.

Their legs were straight like a man's but ended in hooves. Taupe-colored feathers covered their bodies like fish-scale mail. They were full of eyes around their bodies and within their wings. I had seen no celestial beings that held such terror as well as majesty.

"Step forward:' my Father said. "Let Me buckle this on you." The scabbard was very fine, pure gold and hung on the left side.

"Now, the sword," He said.

From the Light that is my Father came the most beautiful sword. It appeared to have a blade of white gold or diamond with a golden handle that was jeweled. I could see through it. It was all light and fire, and it hovered in the air. Jesus stepped forward, and He and my Father put their hands on it. It glowed even brighter. It was as though lightning and thunder or an explosion went off within it. They then removed their hands, and a beautiful sound of music or singing came from it.

"Grasp it," my Father said.

"Anna: Jesus said, "let Me help you." He came to my right side and put His hand on mine; together we reached for the sword.

It leaped into my hand. Jesus smiled at me. "You may wield this sword because we are one. This sword is sheathed on the outside, but it is also hidden within for the hand and the mouth."

Suddenly, the sword became a red quill pen and an inkwell full of golden ink. Jesus continued, "The Holy Spirit writes for the Father. The Holy Spirit is ever proceeding, never initiating, Anna." Pure, pure water with flicks of fire in it began to flow from the pen. "He writes for Me and for the sake of the kingdom." The pen and inkwell changed back into the sword. Jesus continued, "With the sword not of man, chains will be cut asunder and yokes of iron severed."

Jachin and Boaz

My Father spoke. "Jachin and Boaz will go with you now," He said, referring to the two cherubs. "They guard the sword. They are very powerful and most loving; they will be your friends." He addressed the cherubim, "Guard well." They bowed and then turned around and bowed again. Their bodies had two fronts and no backs. Then my Father spoke again, "Now, Anna, the mantle."

The Mantle

From the left side of the Father, where the Holy Spirit had spoken, came forth a shimmering mantle that hovered in midair.

Jachin and Boaz moved over to stand on either side of it. The mantle was both visible and invisible, like a gossamer, with thousands of lights within it. The material was like breath, but breath that was full of living light.

"The mantle that you are to wear," my Father said, indicating the cloak.

The Whirlwind

I slid the sword into its sheath in order to put on the cloak. I expected Jachin and Boaz to help me, but instead, a huge whirlwind stirred before the throne. The garment swirled up into the whirlwind. The angels aloft joined with it by flying within the whirlwind, around and around.

"The Holy Spirit bestows His own mantle," my Father said. As the cloak began to come down, there was lightning within it.

Light changed and pulsated around it, and the Holy Spirit began to proclaim through the singing of the angels:

The Holy Spirit's Song

Let the brush of angels' wings

Never blind the eyes

Of those who see beyond the veil

To gaze at Paradise.

Gaze on, gaze on past the golden rim,

Gaze on past streets of gold,

Gaze on past all created things

To the new One, ever old.

Ever old and ever new,

Ancient of Days is He.

Infinity within His hands,

Light eternally.

Compassionate God, He who is good,

Compassionate God of might,

Life as a river flows from Your throne

To those who turn from night.

Let the cherubim in awe,

The seraphim in praise,

As those who see beyond the veil,

Upon Him ever gaze.

Gaze on, gaze on past the golden rim,

Gaze on past streets of gold,

Gaze on past all created things

To the new One, ever old.

As the mantle neared the sea of glass, what seemed to be electricity was popping and arcing within the cloak; colors were rippling within it like the changing colors of a certain type of jellyfish in the ocean. The two cherubs stepped to the side to make room for the mantle. It was suspended in midair in front of me.

"What do I do?" I asked.

"Wait, Anna," my Father said.

There was silence in Heaven. It was as though everything held its breath. Everyone in the throne room was silent. Gradually, with a gentle, pleasant breeze, the garment moved toward me. I held out my arms as if someone were going to help me put on a coat. The mantle was shimmering. It was like breath. As I slipped into it, however, I realized that I became transparent, invisible in certain areas. The only parts of me that could be seen were my hands, my feet, and my head.

Before I could think about this further, Jesus said to me, "Anna, take these."

"What are they?" I asked.

The Shoes

"Shoes of porpoise," he said. I felt this was a play on the word "purpose," but I did not know why.

I looked at them. They too were gossamer. They laced up the front like high-top work shoes that covered the ankle, but there were no soles in the shoes. "They have no soles," I said.

Jesus smiled, "No, the Godhead is to be the expression of the soul." (He seemed to enjoy His pun.) "These shoes keep your feet naked, touching the holy ground above, but leave you unjustified before mankind. You will be invisible to man but intimate with God. These cover the ankle and the heel also. Invisibility will work the cross in your life to the point that there will be no exposed heel nor any strength in the natural man displayed."

I sat on the sea of glass to put them on. "These are the strangest shoes I have ever seen," I said.

"Yes," Jesus answered. "Few want to wear them. They are out of style."

"Will they stay on?" I laughed.

"Yes, unless you yourself take them off. You can expose your walk before mankind, but there will be no life in it. The worm of death will crawl in and out of that exposure, Anna." Then He asked, "Can you walk in the fire of invisibility that mankind will not give you glory? Few alive today will wear these shoes, for they want their glory from mankind instead of God."

I finished lacing the shoes and stood. The tops of my feet were invisible. "Lord," I asked seriously, "am I going to be able to do this?"

"No," He smiled, "but I will, if you will let Me."

I searched His face. "I believe," I said softly. "Help my unbelief."

A Burning Flame Of Love

Suddenly, the throne became a towering column of fire, roaring louder than any forge on earth. I involuntarily stepped backward, for the fire seemed hotter than the furnaces that melt iron ore into molten magma.

"Anna:' my Father said with a voice of thunder, "can you live within the fire?"

"Father," I said hesitantly, "I cannot wish for painful experiences, but I can wish for You. Give me the grace to desire You more than life itself."

Huge hands of fire reached out to me. "Come," He said.

With a big gulp, I began to move forward slowly.

Jesus took my hand. "I will go with you," He said gravely.

Suddenly, when Jesus took my hand, my yearning for my Father grew more intense. I began crying out in my desire for more of Him: "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" As I began to call to Him, it was as though God opened Himself with a great, silent cry or hunger on His part to have me closer also. It was as though we were instantly sucked into Him.

We were standing amid coals that were white from the intense heat. I too began to heat up. The light was so bright that I could barely see Jesus for the glory within the blazing, white haze.

Fiery Comets

Then fire resembling great, flaming comets began to hit me from all sides. Two hit my eyes, and my eyes burst into flame. As these fiery missiles assailed me, my Father began to speak, "The fire of My holiness, the fire of My love, the fire of My compassion, the fire of My wisdom, the fire of My understanding, the fire of My knowledge, the fire of My zeal, the fire of My purity, the fire of My mercy.

My fingers went to my burning lips. "Prudence," He said. "Breathe in." I sucked in fire. Fire now was outside and inside of me.

The Beautiful And Terrible Eyes

In the midst of the coals of fire, I saw two huge eyes aflame: beautiful, terrible beyond description. The eyes looked at me. I could not turn my own eyes away; they were so awesome in both beauty and dreadful wonder.

"Your eyes are beautiful," I said. "I wish to see as You see."

"Fix your gaze upon Me," He said, and His eyes came into mine and then back again. I continued to look and burn until I felt as though my eyes were burned out of their sockets.

He spoke, "Let Me look through your eyes. Let My heart look with mercy upon My children and upon the lost. Let My lips speak."

Passionate, all-consuming love welled up within me. "Make me a burning flame of love for You," I cried from the depths of my being.

The Lord In His Glory

Suddenly Jesus was standing directly in front of me within the coals of fire. Brilliant, white light was coming from Him; tongues of fire radiated out from Him at intervals. His eyes were aflame also. He spoke, "As My heart is represented by the garden in Paradise, each believer's heart is likewise represented as a locked garden wherein we meet. The Father's heart is represented by these coals of fire, aflame with love. The heart of our Father is pure, aflame, and holy. You must be invited to walk amid the coals of fire, for although our Father loves all, not all are invited within. For those whom He invites, complete oneness is the only thing that will satisfy: consuming and being consumed, where all sin is unthinkable and painful in the extreme. Like a moth to a flame, one is drawn closer and closer into holiness. Any thought of darkness that hinders perfect union with Light-any wavering in obedience, any thought that is not love-becomes painful; for to that degree, the perfect oneness with the Father is disturbed. Love desires more and more of the Beloved. There is pain in separation.

Darkness causes blockages, but love seeks more and more of the Light-more, ever more, until the child also is a walking flame of love in constant communion with Love Himself.

"My heart yearns in ever increasing multiplications for My Father. His love consumes Me, and I hunger and thirst for more.

"Let this desire so be in you-that His goodness draws forth thankfulness and praise, that His mercy draws forth adoration, that His holiness draws forth worship, that like a true child of the Father, Love begets love and trust."

With that, He took my hand and led me out of the coals of fire.