What I feel is God's heart for Japan.

I taped this just before I came back to Australia to inform people of what I feel God is doing and wanting to do in Japan.  I ask for grace if there be any pride in me whilst taping this, and that rather than hearing what I have to say, that you would hear God's heart, and that anything of me would fall to the ground.  Be blessed my friends.  Your brother in the faith,  Tri. :^)

A kind of vision of heaven, angels and the Lord

On Wednesday night,

I was laying in bed and asking God to teach me about tongues, and for Him to send angels to attend to my needs.
I then began reading a book called God's Generals, and as I opened the pages, I felt that I had to speak in tongues.
After a few minutes of this, I then read a few pages, then closed the book, turned off the light and got ready to try and sleep.
Usually I take a couple of hours to fall asleep (on average), but suddenly:

I felt I was immersed in a spiritual darkness and fear...one which I have felt before.
Now the light was off, so it was dark, but not this kind of deep darkness.
The fear was so much so that I tried to say Jesus name and felt that I barely could, as my mouth was trembling.
I then felt my spirit say to God please take me to a place of your peace, realising that this was now my last resort.
Next thing I know the spirit of darkness and fear leave me, or I leave it, and although I can’t see anything, I feel a sense of being in a different place with life.
I hear the sound of tongues, but not just any tongues, it was as though they were coming from angels...beings worshipping the Lord.

I now started to notice the sound of a piano in the back ground towards the upper left of wherever I was...the piano was far away and up high but still very clear and was playing a beautiful melody or song mainly in the higher pitch/octave range...thus I could sense I was in a vast space, with what could only be described as having heavenly acoustics.
I then felt my hands being lifted up by the hands of another.
I felt that this other was the one who loved me, who loves me, and really knew me.
He was right in front of me, though I couldn't see him.
I felt peace as he put his hands under mine and began to lift them up.
He then began to gently swing both of my hands to one side, and then to another, as though playing and dancing with me. I felt such absolute peace, nothing like I have ever felt before...yet similar to when you are a baby in the arms of a loving mother...but deeper.
He had answered my prayer request.
I felt his love for me, a constant, eternal, deep and intimate knowing kind of love.
At some point during this time in what seemed to be a visit to a, or the, heavenly realm I felt myself go back to the worldly realm, the first time this happened I think I could still feel fear, but once I focused on the heavenly realm where he dwelt and the praises, songs, tongues, and music of heaven was heard, I was immediately back there.
After a couple of visits back to this place I then came back to the realm of the world and upon trying to visit again, felt that that was it for now.  It was after feeling Jesus dance with me, that I recall waking up, looking at my hands and seeing that they were not apart as in the vision, but were clasped together in a kind of prayer pose around a pillow.
More to the point, the fear that I felt was now gone.
Instead I felt the fragrance of His love on me from head to toe.


God taught me that tongues comes from Heaven and originates from there as a language of worship.
God showed me how close the angels were and how their singing could act like warfare keeping the enemy at bay.
Finally God showed me that spiritual beauty is beauty you can experience even when you can't see anything.  Spiritual beauty is eternal and comes from the Lord himself.  He is the source of spiritual and eternal beauty, for He himself is the beautiful one, who's love for each of us is beyond comprehension my friends.

Back in Oz

From Nihon to Japan
and
my initial Impressions and actionings in my pursuit of Pho!

Upon my return to Oz, I find that there is indeed a plethora of cultures at play, more so than my first return to Australia some 6 years ago from Japan.  My first return just made me see blonde hair and hear dinky dye Aussie accents everywhere I went, particularly at the airport.

Finding myself in Sydney City only an hour or so after landing at Sydney Airport I immediately go on the lookout, with suitcase in tow, for a Pho restaurant near Central Station.

Looking at the time and seeing 6.59am meaning 8.59am I notice that the earliest a Pho restaurant will open is 9.30am.

Nearby are some adult stores/shops with one lady opening up a store standing directly in front whilst peering intently down one end of the footpath.  I notice this and make eye contact.  I then notice that the Adult shop is right next door to the Pho restaurant that would soon open up.

With 30 minutes remaining on the wait for that delicious bowl of pho, a kind of 2nd breakfast after the Qantas plane b-fast, I decide to go to a cafe which is a couple of shops down.  I order my chai latte large paying the $3.80 and after browsing the selection of pies noting the over $5 price I notice a back section.

Lugging the suitcase out the back but leaving it midway in the hall to better check out the back end scene of this newly found cafe I see a group of asian girls and an older asian lady.  I also semi eavesdropped the moment I felt the inkling of Japanese in their midst.  So I decided that I would bring the suitcase over to a table that gave me a good bit of space to pull out the macbook but also give the group some space.

It then immediately became obvious that they indeed were talking in Japanese, though I wasn’t sure if it was a Japanese lesson, or if it was some other sort of get together.  One of the girls wore a big cross, and I do mean big.  It was silver and kind of funky looking.  Unfortunately though, not long after settling into the groove with chai latte in hand, the group begins to making ready their move to head out of the cafe.

Seeing the Japanese group, or group talking in Japanese, gave me a rye sense of confirmation that indeed I will be returning to Japan soon.  I already have a number of strong feelings and direction on this, but it was just funny that the moment I decided to sit down in Sydney to chill out for a bit before my Pho fix, I find that I am right back in Japan...well kinda.

Journal entry of thoughts (whilst at Tully’s cafe in Higashi Kurume)

What happens If the word of God is exactly that...

the word of God?

If God has said something to me...

words that give me life...

then what if they were the words that I needed to hear...that I needed to listen to.

3 people stand before us...

a Priest, a King, and God.

who do you choose to listen to?

as a follower of Jesus, I (hope that I) follow him based on both his identity and his actions/will.

Jesus is God the Son, the King.

Jesus will is that none would perish, but that all would come to salvation through repentance and faith in him.

Does it matter any more what a Priest or King of this world says compared to what Jesus says, and his actions say?

This is what and who my faith is in.

Yet, without obedience and his love and power working through and leading my life...

all the faith in the world may come to nothing in the “following” of Jesus.

Sure I may be “saved” but he says to me “follow me”...

through faith I can follow him.

Holy Spirit lead and fill me...over power me with your presence, love and purpose.

Lead me to follow Jesus, not just have a faith in him.

Jesus is not a good luck charm.

Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life.

This means he is to be everything to me...

everything...

yes, 

EVERYTHING.