“Bound” couldn’t stand up straight because her thinking wasn’t right. Long ago seeds were planted into her mind by a spirit sent an assignment from the underworld- the world where hatred brewed wicked potions of revenge. Witchcraft curses of great magnitude were concocted in the oven of pride and retaliation there.
“Bound” had an open door into which the curses came in without notice. The door was an ancestral one and all in her bloodline were affected by it back to Adam and Eve on the day Cain killed Abel. Murder was passed down through the seed undetected by each generation, for none realized that anger brought hatred and murder with it thereby defiling the generations.
“I’ll Get Even”, a cousin to “Bound” plotted day and night for revenge sending spirits from hell to all she hated and despised. They were hated because of wounds deep inside and because pride had an indwelling place in her.
No man understood the ways of God nor knew the thoughts of God for the day of His power had not yet arrived- This day was the day all in heaven on earth were waiting for- the day of the Spirit’s reign- the day of surrender!
WHAT was holding back “Bound”? She knew the truth would set her free- Her heart had been given to the King, so why did she not know His ways and thoughts now in the hour of crisis?
A little bird called “Cheer” suddenly came out of nowhere, chirping in an unknown bird tongue. She was astounded that she was chirping in a language she herself did not know, except for the phrase “Yabba dabba doo!”and the one following it: “Abba (Father) do!”
“Bound” cried out: “I need an interpreter”, and as soon as she said it, light flashed like a bolt of lightning in “Bound’s” mind. She then realized that she had the key all along- The truth would be made known in the Day of power by the flow of the river in her innermost being- even out of her belly, for the interpreter came along with it to those who asked.
The heavens opened in that moment of awareness. “I’ve given man all that he needs!” the King announced- “Everything is to be found in the secret place.” It’s through a receiving heart that the truth can be known… Truth, the wand/rod of light desires to penetrate the center of being with life- even with the seed of perfection.
“Open, open, open! The king desires to come into the secret place-… the holy place.”
Will you let Him?