THE RIVER SERIES
Words of the Lord given to Bob Neuman
Bob Neumann
There is a river that flows from the mountain of God to the hearts of those who drink of me. All know of it in some way. Some have seen it. Some have heard it. Few fight against it in vain. But there are those few Who are called and chosen to flow with me and to move with me. They are the River.
To know this not only must you be in the river, but to be one with me in all Things. So few indeed are those who abide in me as surely as the river flows To the sea. So many watch the river and believe they are one in me. They see But little of the surface and nothing of the currents beneath that deepen The channel and widen the banks.
There are many currents and channels that cannot be perceived by the Multitudes who plan someday to "gather at the river". Nor do those who stand On the shore are anymore aware from where the river comes and where it goes Than those who have simply known of the river.
The river is a living manifestation of my word in the walk and witness of my Saints. The river is my word that cuts sharp and deep through the land. The river is my beloved who sees my hand, hears my voice, and obeys because She loves me.
The river is my body made up of many diverse and unique parts. Some work Together to do the specific duties they were created to do. Some work very Well alone and unnoticed to the casual observer. The river is life to the thirsty and death to those who foolishly built on Their own sand against my advice.
So take notice of my river and all those who I show you that flow in me. Of those who seek to be noticed and I do not reveal them to you, flee from Quickly. Those who flow deeply in me who I do not reveal you will not Notice. But you will be aware that the channel was cut for you so you may Flow more easily. That is the way of my river that flows from the throne Eternally.
Be blessed
Shemuel
July 2, 2000:
This is a strange vision that I still am looking at to learn all THE LORD is trying to reveal. I find myself on a large barge in the middle of a wide river. I am working on the barge with ten or twelve others. All are men, older men. All are dressed in heavy, well worn work clothes. The Barge is slowly running up river. At the stern of the Barge is a large double boom with a powerful winch system and heavy cables.
I watch as the winch engages and a large Dredging Sled is pulled out of the water. Once clear of the water it is "muscled'' by a crew of the men I saw earlier over the open cargo space of the Barge. Over and over the Dredge is dropped and dragged behind the Barge and lifted up and dumped. It took no major "interpretation'' to figure out we were dredging out the RIVER'S CHANNEL.
Each time the Dredge was dropped we had time to rest and look out at the RIVER. It was a beautiful river. As we continued our slow passage up stream many sail boats and powerboats blew by us. Occasionally we passed boats that were anchored and people were fishing. Our passage was marked by nasty comments and gestures provocative. Most of the recreational boaters seemed to have similar negative thoughts about us. At first I was puzzled by the negativity. But after awhile the continuous strain of the labor diverted my thoughts about the behavior I was seeing.
As the Barge Dredged we followed the slow and gentle meanderings of THE RIVER. After a while it was my turn to take a break and I walked to the bow of the Barge. There I could see the turns of THE RIVER. I had sat only a short time when I heard a loud steam whistle behind and above me. I looked up and saw a Pilot House. In the window I saw an arm beckon me to come up. So I went up the ladder and saw a man at the wheel. He was focused on the RIVER ahead of him and I knew it was not his arm that had signaled me. Behind him was a chart table filled with navigational charts. Not being able to read a chart I again looked out at the RIVER. "GIVE ME TWO DEGREES TO PORT", came a familiar VOICE. I looked behind 'us' and saw THE MASTER sitting comfortably in a swivel chair bolted to the deck. With HIS instructions the ''helmsman'' moved the wheel and the Barge kept moving. I did not notice any change of direction but I did notice we were not directly in the middle of the RIVER. I know that ''the channel" like the RIVER itself meanders between the two banks. The thought came to mind....most people would say we were dredging the RIVER. In reality we were ''dredging the channel" within the RIVER. Sort of makes sense....but I am not sure what the difference of perception tells me.
We just kept going for awhile and then THE CAPTAIN got up and walked to the window facing the stern of the barge. I went over and stood by HIM. When I got to the window I could look down into the ''hold'' of the barge where the dredgings were dropped. I was surprised to see people moving through the silt and trash and scattered debris. And I wondered, what are they doing. The next thing I knew I was standing in the hold with the "scavengers". It was very weird. The stench alone was overpowering. What was dragged up by the DREDGE had been accumulating for some time from the channel. The stench of decomposition and simple plain rot was undeniable. I watched as many people
were on their hands and knees digging through the muck and the mud, the garbage and the trash people had ''dumped into the river''. I watched as bits and pieces of "stuff" was dug up and even fought over. I was wondering exactly what was so valuable to these ''people''. I looked closer and what I saw was nearly as disgusting as the smell. Bits of ''cloth'', ''bones'', and old ''trash''....cans, bottles, odds and ends. Pitiful was not the word for it. As each time the Dredge dumped the accumulated silt and garbage of centuries the scavengers raced each other and fought for what I was already labeling as "their treasures".
The IMAGE of my heart being where my TREASURE was suddenly took immediate and intense clarity. Where was I ''storing'' up my TREASURES?.....or was I digging through the rot and filth....for what. With these ''thoughts running though my mind I was back at the BOOM and THE DREDGE as THE LORD'S WORK continued. Once again my attention went to the "pleasure boaters" who shook their fists and yelled curses and accusations as they went by. Now I could hear their complaints clearly.
It seems we ''were in the way''....''occupied their river''....''was stirring up the silt"...."mucking up the water''.... and more. It seemed the water was muddy ahead of us...and behind us. It seemed we were not there to provide clarity. You dredge the channel for navigation....so you can travel without hitting something under the water or going aground. The obvious was that THE MASTER was in charge and was "piloting" the BARGE. HE HAD WORK GOING ON.... THERE WAS A PURPOSE. It was then
THE RIVER itself caught my attention. Granted as THE RIVER OF LIFE. ... OF LIVING WATERS, this was not what I expected. Suddenly my mind was on a commercial about "pure waters from the mountains" and I thought of fast clear rushing waters....ice cold and pristine. I thought about the hundreds of rivers I had seen, crossed, fished where the width of the river was measured in steps to get across. Then I realized that all those rivers when they finally flowed together you had THE RIVER....broad and long....but only as deep as the channel we were now clearing. As I sat and pondered THE RIVER FLOWED and we kept moving up stream meandering with the waters. After awhile THE MASTER stood alongside me and I looked at HIM. Wearing work clothes and a black wool watchcap.
I suddenly realized it was more than nippy, it was cold. On THE RIVER....in the there and now it was ''either'' late fall or early winter. Did not make sense, but I ''knew'' it. So I just watched HIM as HE WATCHED THE RIVER. Eventually HE spoke and asked, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE SEEING?" I replied that I did not. HIS REPLY WAS..."YOU WILL"......... and suddenly I was in the air...maybe in low orbit. But I could see THE RIVER as a wide line below me. I could not have distinguished the BARGE from all the other dots on THE RIVER even if I knew where to look.
Eventually I came down and saw where streams and tributaries joined THE RIVER all along it's length. THE RIVER started and ran straight briefly. As it lengthened and widened it meandered more and more back and forth across the land. The more it meandered, the more land it touched, the more lives were influenced, touched. It was then my focus got centered on smaller areas running parallel to THE RIVER. As my field of vision narrowed I saw a great construction site. Huge numbers of men and
machines were moving tons of earth, digging what looked like a canal. It was wide...deep...and dry as a bone. The funny thing is it ran parallel to THE RIVER for 20-30 miles. They must have been working for years I thought. Suddenly I was 50-100 miles farther up stream and there was another company digging. A few men were standing around as a couple bulldozers were working. It was nothing like the scale of the first group, but the results were the same. Over time I saw more and more ''ditches'' up and
down both sides of THE RIVER. Some where just a man or two with shovels and wheelbarrows. Some were huge projects wasting huge amounts of money, manpower and time. FOR NOTHING....... They were not digging to THE RIVER.... which would make sense...they all were trying to bypass THE RIVER. And that reality bothers me. A whole lot about it bothers me. Especially because it is TRUE ....and I will know all it means in "DUE SEASON''.
I had this vision two weeks ago and like the OK CORRAL had no intention to write it down.... let alone talk about it. There is a ''sovereign'' work being done by a few. THE LORD is clearly ''micromanaging'' it. But clearly few recognize it. Fewer yet appreciate it. This vision needs no interpretation. IF YOU ARE OF THE RIVER ....you will HEAR HIS VOICE and DISCERN HIS WILL. You do not need man's help.
SELAH
SHEMUEL
July 10, 2000:
This is the third image of four. All four different with few ''words'' but many and deep images. The first two had little interaction with THE MASTER and with the ''others'' seen. The last two revolve as much around the characters as theimages.
This third vision began far differently. It started with a steam whistle in thebackground. It felt like I was awaking from a ''nap''. I was sitting on the ground leaning against a ''alice pack''/''rucksack''. A white plastic hard-hat had beencovering my face and had fallen down onto my chest. It seemed midday and Istretched a little when someone gave a gentle nudge with a heavy work boot tomy ribs. I looked up into THE MASTER'S FACE and got to my feet with theidea ''breaktime'' was over. I was standing on a nice grassy piece of land with agentle slope. I quickly caught up with HIM as HE neared the base of the hill andnoticed we had ''stepped into'' a heavy shadow. I looked up to see what was causing the shadow and saw this massive building that gave me cold hills on mygoose bumps. It was huge...and I felt the wrongness of it immediately. I have seen the SEARS TOWER in Chicago many times. It's height and ''loftiness''always left me impressed. But this left me a deep sense of loathing. I seemed tostare up a long time wondering what was wrong with it and got no where. It tooka single line from THE MASTER to return my attention to HIM. "THERE IS AJOB TO DO.", was all HE said as he walked toward the building. We came to what I took was a "MAIN ENTRANCE'' with large ornate doorsmade of dark and heavy wood inlaid with stained glass. HE handed me a largestencil and I noticed I had a can of spray paint in my leg pocket. Never noticed Iwas wearing a heavy pair of work jeans with tool belt and ''stuff''. THE MASTER had a heavy chain and padlock with which HE secured the doors. Iplaced the stencil against the door and sprayed the paint. IT WAS BRIGHT RED....and said THIS PROPERTY CONDEMNED BY ORDER OF THE KING. HE immediately made a right turn and went around the corner of thebuilding. Once again it was another ''MAIN ENTRANCE'', but modern smoked glass and steel. Again HE padlocked the doors and I painted. And here I wentfrom door to door spraying the stenciled declaration and making sure all the doorswere marked. Again we turned a corner and had another door and another facadeto the same building. That crazy building had one corner after another, one facade after another. Nothing "four square'' here I thought as I scurried to keep up toTHE KING who seemed to be in a hurry....on a time schedule.(that is a ''feeling''I had/discerned) But eventually we turned a last corner and came to what wasthat first door chained and painted. I noticed heavy wires coming under the door.There were three sets of seven wires that came out and onto three large heavyspools with a heavy bar through their center holes. Without a pause...without aword HE stooped down and picked up the bar on HIS SIDE and I copied HIS ACTION and we started to walk away from the BUILDING and up the hill where I had been ''resting''.
When we got to the place my alice pack had waited HE stopped. Putting thespools down HE casually pulled out THE ROD OF IRON as if it were a broomstick and handed it to me. Turning over one spool HE sat down and cut the first set of seven wires and handed me the wire cutters/strippers. With remarkable ease I cut the other two sets and sat down on a spool. I watched as HE took out a control board of some kind and set it up in front of HIM. As I watched I separated and stripped the insulation from the first wire. With a grim and determined look on HIS FACE He attached the wire to the "board''. I guess that was when I noticed the first ''set'' of voices. About half way down the hill was a group of people following a man in an expensive suit. He was talking to the 'crowd' and every now and then the volume of his voice would increase and I would pick up a word or two. As I tried to listen another group sort of arrived, and then another. I thought, this is ''getting interesting....when I heard a quiet "YO....DOG'' as I saw HIS HAND outstretched awaiting another wire. I mumbled "sorry'' and HE looked me in the eye. "IT'S OKAY DOG, IT'S ALMOST OVER" and went back to the board. By this time there were many groups all with their own "leaders''. A few were close to where we were and all sort of ignored us. Those that did notice had ''ugly'' looks for us just sitting there. There were some real ''characters in this freely flowing mob scene. One was a guy with a gold painted hard hat and a balpeen hammer in hand. He slurred his words and kept shouting about ''tearin' down the idols''. There was a group of ''elderly'' women dressed in white robes/togas...flowers and leaves in their hair. They were barefoot and chanting something about "she shall over come''....I was puzzled when I heard THE KING say...."the mother goddess Sophia, dog" and I turned back to HIM realizing I had more wires to strip. HE gave me a soft smile that warmed my spirit and pointed to the side. Here was a tag team of a guy/gal in flowing ''ecclesiastical robes''....they had pry bars in their hands. Beyond them was a group of people with long plastic ''horns'' like you sometimes saw at ball games. When the organist played the mandatory ''notes'' and everyone yelled "charge". We were down to the last few wires when the noise level suddenly escalated and the guy with the gold hard hat charged the building. Like lemmings all went down and ''surrounded the building''. There were groups with tambourines and banners, sledge hammers and crowbars. It seemed our ''new age'' matrons were carrying smoking something or other and I thought of "burning sage''. What I got was a "YUP" from THE MASTER and watched as HE took the last wire. Just then I noticed one ''leader'' had broken the padlock and had pushed some of his people in. A different leader rushed for the door only to have it apparently locked from with in. It was then the absurdity hit me. All these ''religious'' types were going to tear down BABYLON. But in reality they wanted "IN".... I noticed that when some one made progress at making a hole or breaking a window. As often as not someone tried to get into the building THE KING CONDEMNED. I looked back to MY MASTER, THE KING sitting in common work clothes, watching me watch them. It was then I noticed the ''shadow'' had now come up the hill and we were sitting now in the shadow of this monstrosity of a building. A parody of HIS CHURCH. HE reached behind HIM and picked up a 'bullhorn''and tossed it to me. I stood up and pushed the 'on' button and took one step toward the BUILDING and all THE WRECKING CREWS FEVERISHLY doing
what was right in their own eyes. I stooped down and picked up THE ROD OF IRON and leaned it on my left shoulder. I looked back at HIM and HE simply said..."GET IT DONE DOG''..... I watched HIM look down at THE CONTROL BOARD. I faced the setting sun and the BUILDING and shouted through the bullhorn ""FIRE IN THE HOLE"".......and I saw the building shake and everyone around the building stop and stare back at us. "ONCE MORE, DOG'' HE SAID and again I shouted ""FIRE IN THE HOLE"".... again the BUILDING shook, but now most of those assembled around the thing went back to their work. if anything, more feverishly than before. Now I turned back to HIM and I could see tears running down HIS FACE. and I remembered the verse "JESUS WEPT'' and I felt tears running down my face and HE quietly said..."AGAIN".... "FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!" the echo continued unnaturally long, it seemed a few people actually stopped their actions and looked again toward us...but no one moved. I watched as with firm precision THE LAMB OF GOD flipped three groups of seven switches. The first seven explosions actually sounded like one longish one followed by seven fast explosions, then seven more. I watched as the whole ''thing'' sort of shimmered and begin to fall into itself. It was then the weirdness I sensed showed itself. The "summit/top'' of the building was far wider/larger than the base. All who were around the building were covered by uncountable tons of debris. And I noticed the dust in the air. There was no wind or breeze so it was slowly settling straight down.
I turned back to THE KING and HE had HIS BACK to me. in front of HIM
stood a "fence'' of WHITE LINEN. It was the ''outer'' wall to the TABERNACLE. we came to the opening and looked to the space the TABERNACLE would be raised. "I TOLD YOU TO GET SILVER", HE stated simply. And I stared into THE INNER COURT from THE OUTER COURT. HIS LAST WORDS WERE A REPEAT OF AN OLDER IMAGE....one from PALM SUNDAY ...."SO GO PAINT YOUR FACE AND GET THE JOB DONE"..... that is where it ended.
selah
shemuel
July 3, 2000:
It has been an ''interesting'' week, and I say that with tongue firmly in cheek. Long ago in the school of hard knocks I learned a strange lesson that revolved around an ancient Chinese Curse..."May you live in ''interesting times''.'' To a western mindset the 'idea' of 'interesting' is ''good''. It implies things like fun, adventure, and excitement. If I can borrow a line from Captain James T. Kirk "to boldly go where no man has gone before". That is the essence of "excitement", of ''novelty'' and ''FUN". But that is only if you "crave'' things like novelty and variation. In simple words, those who seek "interesting'' quite often are addicted to "entertainment"....."HOOKED ON THE MOMENTARY EVENT".
Funny thought, isn't it. The idea people might be ''living'' for ''feelings''. But most are and they yearn for ''their fix'' like any 'junky'. Now I have nothing 'against' "junkies". I know they are people sick and in need of treatment from a competent PRACTITIONER. The best there is available 24/7/52. HIS NAME IS Y'SHUA.
Today there are people addicted to "holy ghost goose bumps'', ''falling out'', looking for the phenomenal like "gold dust'' and ''feathers'' falling from the ceiling. According to THE GREAT PHYSICIAN these are the prime symptoms of severe "MANIFESTATION ADDICTION". When I was given this I really had to question it and was answered that it was a spiritual variation of two syndromes that are becoming popular in America today. "Munchausen Syndrome and ''Munchausen by Proxy''. Personally I thought this was amazing, but right along the line of other RHEMA from the past. Like "spiritual sodomy" and ''spiritual adultery" they fit tightly into the reality that the ''evils'' in this world will have a ''counterpart'' spiritually. Heart Disease, Lung Disease, Cancer, AIDS, Liver Disease, Kidney Disease, are all present realities that manifest a spiritual counterpart in the "corporate body" as implied in Ephesians where all the ''saved'' makes up one body....with KING JESUS as the HEAD. Diagnostically said body, or at least that in North America, is showing strange symptoms.
Many prophets are speaking of changes and alterations ahead for us. There are some who speak of these as "interesting'' and imply excitement and diversity. For there sake I remember the line both my Grandfathers quoted from their experience of being in the TRENCHES in France when under attack and artillery barrages were falling on them. "FOR WHAT WE ARE ABOUT TO RECEIVE, MAY WE BE TRULY GRATEFUL.
The Chinese would agree for their idea of ''interesting'' could be better comprehended if we think in the 'terms' of ''catastrophic'', "seismic, ''devastating, ''shattering''. What is shattered is their "world'' by the fickle finger of ''change''. Now "CHANGE" is a spiritually ""HOT"" topic. Often it has a positive spiritual spin to it. But should we be "boldly seeking'' it like Captain Kirk and the good ship Enterprise?
''Looking for adventure, and whatever comes our way"....is part of THE AMERICAN MINDSET...the desire for THE THRILL of THE MOMENT. Now if JESUS had sung about "LOOKING FOR ADVENTURE....AND WHATEVER COMES YOUR WAY..." I probably wouldn't care what is coming, and what will happen to anyone but me. The problem is that line is from the chorus of Steppenwolf's greatest hit..."BORN TO BE WILD''. On the other hand there was a 'song' long ago that went...
Amos 5:18 18 Woe unto you that desire the day of the LORD! to what end is it for you? the day of the LORD is darkness, and not light. (KJV)
It has a wonderful melody...but it asks a probing question...what do you really desire? Do you really know what you are seeking for, raving for. Are you really "ADDICTED TO JESUS'' (which is a great song by Carmen) or are you getting too many fun feelings from the counterfeit to care whether you have THE REAL DEAL.
I had to ask...JESUS thinks you need a wake up call out there, all you in THE MEADOW. All sheep can hear HIS VOICE but HIS WORDS have no meaning. It is the plight of a Christianity that is built on tiny bits and pieces of HIS WORD and tons of "STUFF" from man. The problem is how do I touch HIS SHEEP and REBELLIOUS CHILDREN without bruising the worn down and battered saints trying to serve against all odds. So I asked and saw an "old vision" of a basin of MUDDY WATER....
and a remembrance of an "interesting time'' a year ago. In this remembrance THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT brought back the 'crushing pain' one of HIS SERVANTS had when certain ''brethren turned their backs to THE HOLY ONE and opened their mouths and let their tongues flow with accusations, indictments, condemnations, and curses. This one servant felt violated, defiled, and abused....by "family'' within THE HOUSE. In that moment THE HOLY ONE...BLESS HIS NAME...showed me a basin with filthy, MUDDY WATER. And, BLESS HIS NAME, the UNDERSTANDING of it, and the
WISDOM to bring comfort.
This servant was a basin of MUDDY WATER. Water gets dirty when you spend yourself serving THE MASTER washing the feet of HIS GUESTS, your ''brethren...fellow ''servants''. Now among those you stooped down and did your duty in TRUE LOVE of THE MASTER were also hypocrites and false brethren. It was not your call who may come in and who may not FOR THE MASTER DECLARED an OPEN DOOR....any could enter. The fact that ''some'' came looking for offense, for reasons to lay
charges against the servant goes ''with the territory''. For this reason they saw the MUDDY WATER and called you ''defiled"....of ''THE ENEMY''. What is funny, in their own minds they are absolutely correct, CHILD OF GOD. You are the enemy to all who serve the serpent, who follow angels of light and trust their own minds and do what is right in their own eyes.
For Children THE WATER IS JESUS...the ONE WHO BORE OUR SIN AND SHAME. OF COURSE HIS WATER IS MUDDY....or it should be if you are diligently "washing feet''. All you have to do is throw the MUDDY WATER into THE RIVER and fill again WITH LIVING WATER that flows from you. For you children are HIS VESSELS ...doing HIS WORK...a vessel that pleases HIM.
Not because you are cute and look nice on the shelf, but because you are used to do what pleases HIM.
Now a short word for the "fools" who like to play offended. You know yourselves as THE RIGHTEOUS...in your own beady little eyes and hard cold hearts. Most of you are striving for places to sit and names in the world as it is without much regard towards the KINGDOM to Come. I call you ''fools'' for in your heart you say there is no GOD, except the one you made for yourself. There was a time were I would cry out a warning and call you to repent....but no more. For you see to you who knew HIM and tasted HIM and were partakers of HIS GRACE and MOST HOLY SPIRIT only to turn away after your own lusts and desires THE DOOR IS CLOSED. FOR GOOD. No longer will you enter into HIS HOUSE...ABUSE HIS SERVANTS...DEFILE HIS HABITATION... MOCK HIS HOSPITALITY. HIS CITY is now closed to you and your evil and perverse ways. You scorned HIS GRACE and ignored HIS MERCY. AND YOU HAD THE GALL TO TOUCH AND HARM HIS SERVANTS. You had THE WORD and THE MOST HOLY SPIRIT. You have no excuse... THE DOORS ARE CLOSED...THE GATES ARE BARRED....HE WHO SITS ON THE THRONE OF HEAVEN LAUGHS. HE NOW PLACES HIS GATEKEEPERS AT HIS GATES. TO THE DOOR OF HIS PAVILION STANDS A DOORKEEPER WHO YEARNS ONLY FOR THE MASTER'S PLEASURE. And he takes no bribes......for he knows where his treasures are....
selah
shemuel...the 'old dog'