My Life

an avant garde,
artistic, poetic,
supernatural
expression:
a compassion-compelled,
presence-led
journey;
a call to fiery intimacy:
into the depths of Papa's heart
i fly
deep unto deep, deeper still
i cry
white hot embers
consuming me from
the inside
OUT

light created to shine
in the void
igniting movements of love
in nations
one life at a time
let loose
heaven's creativity
touching
the enigmas of our day
with whispers of dreams
of what truly
IS

i am no echo,
no mass produced
facsimile
neither am i
a fine art print gilcee
not at all- i am 100%
original, a work of art
signed by the master:
the world has yet to see
again
what he can do
through a life
wholly given to him
AND
i
AM
that
life.

well if I have any say anyway...
wanna come and play
in fields colored
by grace?

the world will not be changed
by a plan
but it might be transformed
through a dance
where you being you
and me being me
and us loving him
becomes symphonic release
shifting the sound
of the storm
to become a call
to embrace
a realm rising
above
the waves.

not by might
nor man's power
not by war
nor by force

BUT by Love

LET this be
MY life.

-mp


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contemplation

take me

deeper into you
i will pursue
living in the place
of love's embrace
where you are all i am
and all i am is you

to live beyond language
to experience beyond expression
to see beyond vision
to love beyond limit
to become a message
from heaven
too deep
for
words.

this is my prayer.

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Mantle of Fire

fall on the embers
open heaven
rain down the flame
carried by one
whose song resounds
through corriders of time
generation of purpose
hear the cry that remains:
initmate friendship,
radical abandon,
a creativy ready to captivate nations
with the mystery of Love’s gaze…
secrets planted as seeds in
the hidden places
yielded to visions that
invite angels to dance,
compelling mountains to bow
to destiny.
open eyed promises
yet uncreated, longings realized
in a company embraced by
expectancy,
spinning, shaped,
formed to be filled,
vessels ablaze
surrendered, surrounded
by love’s
mantle of fire.

-michele perry

in remembrance of all the seeds sown by one who is dancing with her bridegroom king at home in a place once only visited...

From the following visitation:

Jan 9, 2002 Sudan

A few days ago, I got an urgent message online to pray for Jill Austin because she was very sick and hospitalized. I have heard her only a few times in person but I deeply cherished her heart for intimacy, creativity and the revelatory realm. As I prayed for her, January 9th around 2 pm our time in Sudan I had a vivid encounter. The next day I found out she had graduated into Glory.

I saw a mantle of fire falling down from heaven. I saw Jill with Jesus in heaven radiant. She was radiating life. I have never see someone so alive. She had this mantle of fire and it grew and grew and grew and multiplied and increased until it was falling like rain from heaven. It was multiplied all over the earth.

She was laughing laughter of the deepest depths as she watched what she had carried and nurtured and freely gave fall in mass on a generation of sons and daughters. They stood up as burning signposts and holy lightening rods that attracted heaven to earth and pointed nations to a realm beyond the seen. They were fired vessels that carried the colors and fires of heaven to the ends of the earth.

I was standing on the ground watching them fall from heaven and she looked right at me and smiled. This precious woman had the heart of a mother as well as a prophet. All evening long, I could feel His Presence. I saw the angels that joined us for our prayer meeting. Little Josiah our smallest baby could too- one was tickling him as he giggled in my lap and was staring focused straight on the unseen realm around us.

So here is to being a flaming firepot in the hands of our Master Potter- a generation heaven is so real to earth is a shadow, a company of the consumed who carry His glory and walk with such radical intimacy nations are shifted into their destinies.

Selah.


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Echoes of Eternity

It's a new year and I more than ever am aware of inner artistry crying out for expression in my soul. I was given a beautiful journal for Christmas that seems to be perfect for just such a use. (Thank you Jennie-Joy!) Most of the expression therein is for the sanity of my interior mystic but occasionally some musings might be worthy of sharing beyond its hidden pages.

I used to think poetry and words were somehow lesser gifts to music and song. But I am learning poetry IS music that is simply played on strings of the soul. So I muse and meander and ponder and explore more of how these gifts unfold and draw my heart deeper into the Love I am created for.

beauty with its own
strange gravity
attracts my soul, it calls forth
a longing for more than
mere eyes can see

what's there?
what's there?
beyond the thinly woven veil
that is drawn between realities and worlds

interwoven mystery cries out
surrounds me as I stop to find
songs in the silence that were always present
but seldom heard
faint whispers of tomorrow's promise
emerge, time's gossamer lattice
begins to fade
as I pause to embrace
echoes of eternity

might not yet already be
found in now?

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Meeting God

What do I mean by encounter? An experience with God.

I use a lot of terms. Maybe not everyone happening by this journal is familiar with all of that which I speak or the exact way I talk about it. Well, this is not primarily a teaching blog or one for defining or defending terminology. It is simply my experience on my journey into God's heart as I understand it in the moment called now. I will explain some things and others maybe not. I try not to get tangled in the terms used to share in some cases experiences words for which are desperately inadequate anyway.

If you are not sure what I mean, ask God to talk with you about it. Look it up in the Bible (eveything I share has its foundation there). Chew it, mull it over a bit and ask again. I am not a supersaint. I am just one who believes my Jesus means what He says. His sheep hear His voice. That would be me, a little sheepie leaning into the One Who is her everything.

It is my prayer that some of these insights and revelations, cause you to be drawn into your own encounter with His heart. It is in the place of encountering Him, we can then become His encounter to the world around us. And that is ultimately what our world needs. Not more religion or legislation, orchestration or explanation but an encounter with the One Who IS real, Who is Love, Who never fails.


meeting god

unexpected his presence creeps in around
the edges of my awareness
slowly surrounding me with the
weight of his being

pulsing uncreated love
never defiled by anything less,
never polluted with anything else.

simplicity that defines the profound
mystery that provokes majesty
vision unveiled that
whispers great cries from the
depths of what is eternal

the sight of child,
the trust of innocence restored
capturing wonder in the every day
finding treasures in rubbish heaps
playing with angels
discovering LIFE
unmoved by the seen
compelled by the invisible

dancing in darkness
singing in silence
unconcerned with who hears
careless of their critiques
standing in storms
leaning into the wind that blows
and stirs the embers
of forgotten dreams

daring to see in a sightless world
oblivious to the shouts
demanding normality

choosing rather to live on the edge
between the now and the not yet
and embrace the steps of faith...

in a whisper
in a song
in a breath
in a prayer

yesterday
today
forever

he IS

how do you meet God?

A Mystic With A Mandate

I have gotten alot of flack for using such terms to describe myself. I do mean ALOT of flack. I have even lost supporters over the use of the word "mystic" as related to who I am. So why am I so adamant? And what is a mystic anyway? What do I mean by that?

(My new friend and PA, Jennie is fabulous at helping me to define my terms. In the charismatic corner of the kingdom we DO have quite a lexicon that the unitiated find fairly daunting! I may not alway define my terms here but I will try to speak mostly plain English).

Well I am a mystic. That's point one. And we had the word FIRST anyway. Read your early church history: Teresa of Avila, St John of the Cross, Madame Guyon, Fenelon and maybe my favorite, Brother Andrew. They are called mystics. We had the word first folks. And these guys are my friends and mentors through their writings.

So what is a mystic? For our age, it conjures up pictures of buddhist monks and hindu sadus trying to find the state of perfect nothingness. That is not what I am talking about.

A mystic in the biblical tradition of the usage of the word is one who embraced experiential prayer. That simple.

Someone who sought to live in the secret place of God's Presence and let His love be the sole compulsion for their living. They sought to do only what their Father was doing. To experience Him in a reality deeper that words, beyond their finite comprehension and limited experience.

In that sense, Jesus was the ULTIMATE mystic. He did NOTHING without looking into heaven to see what Papa was up to. I endeavor to live likewise. A mystic with a mandate to live all of my life out of the place of being one with the One who is Love.

Eyes to See

I have been on this journey. It is a journey into seeing. As I was stirring my coffee this week, Jesus whispered into my ear: I want to open your eyes again.

Several years ago, I had a well-meaning seminar leader tell me some things that were not entirely true and I bought them. What happens when we buy a lie? Vision fades and grows dim. Lies blind. Fear binds. That simple. Love sees. Truth frees.

We live in a spiritual world and I grew up seeing in the spirit- the good, the bad, the ugly. I met Jesus when He walked into my room when I was seven. I saw the demonic and the angelic. But because I saw so much and did not know what to do with it all, I allowed a very well-intentioned lie to shut down a gift God had given because of fear.

But I have learned MUCH in the process, as there is more than one way to encounter the supernatural reality around us. And now Jesus in His tender mercy is restoring what I innocently allowed to be stolen almost 7 years ago. It wasn’t stolen by a person. It was not stolen by the enemy even. Not really. No one can steal that what God gives us without our permission. It was stolen by lie.

I wonder how much gets stolen from us because we allow ourselves to come into agreement with a lie, instead of the Truth of Who Jesus is. May He search us to see if there is any hurtful way in us and restore truth to our inmost parts.

What does it means to have eyes that see? If we are seated in heavenly places in Jesus- just maybe we are intended to experience them. Now. How can we live on earth as it is in heaven, with no experience of heaven? Just a thought.

That's where the name for this weblog comes from. Encountering Heaven. I want to live in encounter with heaven, with Jesus and become His encounter to my world. And there are some parts of my journey I feel compelled to share, like this.

Col 3:1-2 Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on, aim at and seek the things (treasures) above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds (exercise you mind, affection and cognitive faculties) on things above, not on earthly things. Let heaven fill your thoughts…

OK so there we go. That is one verse of what could be pages on the subject… Cognitive faculties and imagination submitted to the Word and the Spirit… We are created for another realm. His realm. I so love His Presence. I have to drag myself out of the Secret Place most days. Yesterday I didn’t even bother- Jennie met visitors and I hid in His heart.

In church, we talked of young Samuel hearing God and then had a time of listening prayer. One of our mamas heard from the Lord that if we listened to Him like Samuel and asked Him to speak to us that He would open our eyes and show us heaven… just a little confirmation. Thank you Jesus.

Can we be like Samuel who slept near the ark of Your Presence? Can we live in that holy, holy place with You? Could we walk like Enoch and see like Elijah and trust like Esther? Would You see us free from the lies that blind and give us eyes that see?

One thing I am learning, in order to have eyes that see- I have to trust Him enough to open them and look around. That might be helpful.

So here is to trust and faith, truth, love and grace that restores all that fear has stolen. For when we experience Him Who is truth, He does set us free... From every lie every time if we will only let Him.