Received by Sean Blockley on May 04, 2011 at 11:00pm

I see an infinite number of wells dotting and covering every imaginable landscape of the earth. These wells were created in an infinite array of sizes, shapes and dimensions. Some were strong, built like fortresses. Others were humble, nothing but a hole in the ground with a few loose planks of wood to mark their existence. But they were there, holding a hidden treasure. Some of these wells were hundreds, even thousands of years old. Others were freshly dug, less than a year old. But all, all of them held the same treasure.

Assigned to each well were hordes of black demons. These demons were very old. Steeped in tradition and stronghold paradigms. They locked arms around each well, with the assignment of keeping that which was in the well from escaping. Nothing moving. No truth. No beauty. No love. Nothing. Keep it locked away. They knew that the escape of the treasure would be disastrous. Flooding the landscape and destroying kingdoms thousands of years in the making. Keep it sealed was the only standing order. Nothing else mattered.

Then it happened. From well to well I saw water leaking from the crevices, cracks and corners. Beautiful, crystal, clear water. Sparkling, pristine and filled with hope and power. The demon’s, black as charcoal, deep as midnight. Their eyes, widening, their blackened hearts skip a beat as dread, fear and horror packaged in holiness begin seeping through the strongholds. The old ways. The old definitions. The old prisons.

For some wells it was a gradual process. Shards of wood, steel and chains began breaking apart. Steel and brick gave away to glory, power and strength. A pinhole leak, a dime sized hole. Crystal clear water begins exploding out from every corner of the wells. The demons shriek and scream as they scramble to plug every explosion with sinewy tales and crooked fingers. To no avail. Finally it happens…

One of the oldest wells explodes. A violent funnel of Shekinah glory blows a hole in the earth and rockets to the Heavens. The eruption is so sudden, so blitzkrieg in nature that it rips the encircling ring of black demons into a million strips of powerless sin. Drowning, muffled demonic screams disappear into the thunderous roar of Heaven’s Living Water. The water devoured the surrounding land, drowning out every brood of Hell and replacing it with the glorious symphony of Living water. So thunderous, the earth shook.

Then it happened again. And again. Each well, young and old, small and big. Noble and ignoble explodes. It was as if they were waiting an appointed time to release the seas that rumbled beneath the crust of the earth. She could not hold it any longer. The contractions. The birthing pains were too great to bear. The pain was excruciating. Heaven was waiting for this moment. To release her glory, to release her power, to release her kingdom. The time had come and nothing was going to stop this new birth. The birth of the Kingdom of God.

From out of these wells flowed the Spirit of the Living God. Moving, exploding, filling every crevice and corner of the earth with the Glory of the I AM God. Nothing would stop it. Nothing.

From every well, springing and exploding with the move of God, was His people. On a mission, they rode the crests of the waves like SURFER SOLDIERS. Without fear, allowing each wave and swell to carry them wherever the living water would take them. They drew swords while riding these waves and on these swords was written “VERITAS”. Truth. The spoken word of God that was sent out in Genesis. The truth that was spoken when the Spirit of God hovered over the deep darkness and chaos. The Word of God that spoke and immediately the chaos yielded. These surfer soldiers conquered all the land between the wells. The land that was occupied by the Dark Kingdom. The Kingdoms of this world inhabited by serpents and snakes, sinners and saints. The Crystal Water with its Surfer Soldiers conquered.

It’s all different now. No more darkness. No more drought. No more death. No more sin. It is a water world. A living water world. Filled with the holiness of God. Transformed. Nothing of the old way is left anymore. Nothing of the old way is left anymore…