As I was seeking the LORD today, I saw visions and I will attempt to write what the LORD was speaking to me.
I saw a desolate place. Brush, weeds, wagon trails and winds with dirt blowing. In the midst of seeing this I saw a well next to an abandoned shack. The type of well that pioneers used in the 1800’s you know they bring it up in a bucket. The closer I pressed in, I noticed it had boards nailed over the mouth of the wooden well, as to keep anyone from falling into it.
This place had long been desolate, long forgotten in the dust and dirt that covered everything. The ground looked really bad. Lots of weeds but nothing was growing there but weeds. Whosoever home stead it was obviously either died or moved away. Weather had a big part of the picture. As nothing was there, except for continued dust, dirt, weeds, wind and low brush. One could have pictured what the placed looked like before when they had built it.
In my vision I could see a well that was dug and had been long time forgotten in the dust and dirt that covered everything. As I pressed in I could see the well was sealed with boards hammered on it. In the vision I removed the boards and looked as far as I could see and there was only dust and dirt at the bottom. In the vision I began to use a long rod and tapping the rod down at the base of the well. As I was tapping the rod down. After some time, I then tapped through and water broke through and quickly. I climbed out of the well as quick as I could. Soon a gusher of water started and came up like a fountain watering the ground. It was an artisan well!
I then saw a map of the United States of America.
I saw wells gushing over the whole nation in places that were hidden. These are wells saved for this time. These were hidden dead wells that were of a long time dry. They were lit up on the map.
After awhile I saw that the artisan wells were capped to redirect the flow of the well to irrigate many fields as far as the eye could see.
The winds are blowing away every trace of ashes in our lives. The flesh has been going through living cremations and the winds have blown away every trace of dead, dry flesh.
“The dust and the dirt is blowing away as I AM reclaiming and releasing MY wells. I see the trees coming to life and the winds are blowing and the leaves are turning up expecting the latter rain. Many are thirsty. The time for the latter rain and the dry drought is over. Drink, drink and drink of My SPIRIT Child of God.
I have brought you out into a large place. A place of MY advancement. I have sent you a new level of authority. NEW Communicators of change. Many are coming out of obscurity having gone through decrease and I AM now sending you to increase. Greater works you will do and exploits for MY kingdom.
You have not been demoted but promoted to the front lines with orders from ME to fore run the next level. You will see those who you thought were deceived and cast aside. This time when you look at My servants and assume them as prideful, there is great confidence, boldness and assurance! The righteous are as bold as a lion.
This is the time when there is a transition of generations. Your ancestry tree comes full circle the way America was founded and there is coming a great awakening.
The last shall be first and the first last. The way it began is nothing compared to what I will demonstrate at this time. The latter will be greater than the former. No one is greater, only I have prepared different levels of enlightenment and those who were forward will step back as fathers.
I will increase MY communicators voices as they hold the truths restored.
Many are prepared by ME and coming out of years in caves, deserts and wilderness. They are in pace and march in unison with My cadence. They will march forward and not look at the past mistakes. All that matters is NOW and the future before you.
The past is the past. No looking back. Forget the former things. These are transitioned with new mantles.
I have kept you Dormant for many years until now says the LORD. I AM bringing you out in this latter day. The wells are gushing! Spring up old well!”
~ Sherry Edwards Mackey