would like to share a dream and visions following it concerning what the Lord showed me in relation to the lost and what we need to do as believers to not only set them free, but to minister to the Lord as well. I am hoping that as you read this article, you will not only be inspired to speak forth words of prayer and decree, but will also be moved deep in your heart to reach out around you, being Jesus hands, feet, mouth and ears, to those He would touch and pull from the gates of hell!

In my dream I was being led through a mansion. Starting at the entrance hall and looking out through large doors of glass, which stretched across the hallway, I saw outside a garden. It was bleak and oppressive. The trees/bushes were abnormal looking. Instead of the leaves flourishing on the outside, they were ‘trapped’ within the branches! It was as if they were prevented from growing out, but caged in – the branches choking them.

I was moved on and I stood in a room that had a very Gallo-Roman style architecture, pillars and statues. The floor was smooth and hard and cold. In my mind I knew this was Satan’s domain. It was his ground. He owned it. I was very aware of demons being in everything. In the trees, in the statues and the building. Although I could not see them with my naked eye – it was as if everything around me was alive with the evil oozing from it. Although it all looked dead, there pulsated in everything around me an atmosphere of heaviness with waves of evil.

I was then led through a series of passageways and as I passed through them I saw many rooms along the way. It was dark and the walls dripped with filth. Worse than the filth and the rotten decay all around me, was the deep, deep sense of despair. It was the kind of despair that cut straight through you. It gripped you in the heart. A sense of not going anywhere and not trying to leave either. Of being controlled and oppressed and giving up to the extent of not even caring to breathe.

As I passed by and caught a glimpse into each room, I caught sight of people who appeared to be high on drugs. They lay there paralyzed, in a state of emptiness and numbness, unable to do anything. They lay in filth, clothes soiled and a mess, their faces were filthy and their eyes dull and all I saw as I caught the odd glance was despair and emptiness.

These bodies that were alive but appeared so very dead were all over the place. They were scattered in the various rooms, they were strewn over the passageway floors. Lying in decay and filth and paralysis.

Then as we passed each level of hallways, I was aware of being invited to a gathering. The entire building had many levels. It was cylindrical and at the center of these many floors was this large open court to where I was being invited. As I was led into this large room, I approached the center of it, in which there appeared to be a section of lush comfort. There amongst plush silk cushions, draped velvet and many different fabrics reflecting wealth and power, sat a being I had never seen before. He was very large, sitting fat and comfortable. His over fed body oozed over the cushions and he was clothed in many colors of silk. He had on his fingers and around his neck, loops and loops of gold. As I looked into his face it was a pasty white and his head was bald. His eyes were small and beady and I could see guile, evil and deceit in them. There were dark rings beneath him and his entire face was so bloated, you could not even see his neck. He was NOT a very good looking character! He was repulsive and made your skin cringe.

His face smiled, yet his eyes hated. Then he began to speak to those around him. He asked questions. Questions like, "Where is ‘this’ person?" and as he spoke it the answer was given him from amongst those gathered to this ‘meeting’. I was very aware of the conversations, yet I never saw with whom or what he spoke. He had information on people all over the world – and was keeping track of them, seeing that they were still bound and under his control. As the conversations continued, each person’s history and deeds were announced. Some were caught in drugs, others in promiscuity, some in the deed of committing murder, the list was endless.

Then there were those of whom he inquired about that he was displeased with. They had not answered when he had called. For those he was displeased with, he took out sheet made of a paper type material and began writing upon it: the events they were in right at that moment. I saw one case in particular of a girl in her twenties, he stated where she was to be found at the present time and then added after that " To be killed in a motor accident". Once he had completed writing it out, he ‘sealed’ it so to speak. It was as if the ‘decree’ had been sealed by a force on to that paper. I had a strong sense as he sealed it that this task was to be carried out.

All the while, as I remained in the presence of these beings I was simply a spectator. I did not participate at all. I was simply being led through, and watched as I traveled through this domain of darkness. They did not even seem to notice I was there. I felt no fear as I watched, neither did I feel to do anything. Simply to take note and be an onlooker.

I was then drawn away from the meeting and was taken outside the building altogether. I discovered a fence around the perimeter of the grounds. The fence was black and solid, you could not see through it to the other side. I bent down to catch a glimpse of what was beyond this solid fence and I saw a land of dry fire. It was a dry land that contained bushes and some plant life, but yet they were not consumed by the fire that seemed to burn continuously. I sensed that this territory was guarded – that who ever tried to cross this boundary of dry land to the perimeter of grounds would be destroyed. As the heat from the ground rose up in waves, blurring my sight, I knew that there was no way out for those within.

They were bound in ways I could only now begin to comprehend. I felt a deep sense of grief and despair for those inside. I knew that as I woke I would escape this place of death, leaving behind me, those who were lost inside this chamber of hell.

I woke from my sleep with a stirring of such grief and loss deep within me. I felt helpless. I felt such a desire to reach in and pick those up who were so dead inside and to pour upon them the rivers of living water!

I came to the Lord in prayer and asked Him the meaning of this dream and I came to discover that He had given me but a small glimpse of what we call Hell. The huge being I saw, I have come to name Pharaoh – as the Pharaoh of old that kept the Israelites in captivity. He was the ruler and controller of the world’s system. He had his fingertips on all that went on in the earth and he commanded and organized events that would use the system to destroy and bind up people.

With this burden still heavy within my heart we went into intercession that night. As the Lord led we felt to call to salvation, many of those we knew and others we did not know that did not serve the Lord. One by one we claimed them for Jesus and as we neared the end, the Lord showed me what we were accomplishing for Him in the spirit. I saw before me the Archangel Michael and behind him a group of warrior angels. They had very firm looks on their faces and in unison set off in the same direction.

With their flaming swords in hand, leather sandals and roman looking military gear, they barged through everything in their way and as I watched they approached the very building I had seen in my dream! Only they did not stop at the dry land – they could not be stopped. I saw then that Michael carried with him authorization! He carried with him the authorization burned into a document as a decree, that we had given him through prayer! He barged through the gates and pushed through the oppression. I saw him fling wide the huge wooden doors that had closed off the court and in the warrior angels went, in various directions. Pharaoh was spitting mad, but could not and did not move! They had authorization. As the warriors went in various directions Michael stood in the middle of the court and barked out orders, go get this person and go get that person. I saw the angels then go and select those on the list.

I said to the Lord as I was being shown this – but Father, what about the others? What about them Lord? Why can’t you take them out of there too? The Lord said to me in a tone of sadness, I cannot take them out child, no one has prayed for them. His words cut me to the heart and I dissolved in tears. Oh Father! Father, Jesus, send me. Give me your words that you might set the others free as well.

Yes, that night there was victory, we could snatch from Satan’s grip those that we were led to pray for. They were removed out of that despair and that dreaded death, but the sadness was overwhelming as I saw the angels leave with only the select few, many many more remaining in their squalid prison.

As the door shut again behind the angels as they left, the sound of it slamming echoed in my ears and my heart, as I knew that behind it were those still in the decay, with no way out and no way of escape, with not even knowing that something better lay beyond. So there they lay and here I cried, knowing the grace of Jesus and knowing how his blood could wash away the decay and how his river could bring life to their eyes.

Have you seen through the eyes of a dead man before? Have you seen into such a deep sense of loss your very breath is taken from you? Do you dare to stand in the gap today for one of those caught in a web of loss. Does your heart not burn for those who are being eaten alive in fear and hopelessness?

No matter how hard life can get and no matter how you struggle through sometimes, I know at the end of it, I have Jesus to walk with and talk with. I know He is there to comfort me from the dark, to put His hand into my despair and His ever so sweet love into my heart. Do you want His heart in you? Do you really want to feel it? Do you know it bleeds? It bleeds for those very people who have empty eyes and dead hearts.

We are ever so busy coming to prayer for our own needs and even your ministry can take all your spiritual time and energy. I was reminded as we shared through a ladies bible study, that the Lord too needed ministry. I was so humbled because I had been so busy with others, I had not taken much time to pour into Him. As I came to Him I just ministered to Him. I praised Him and told Him how special He was to me. He asked me then, do you really want to minister to me? I said yes lord, of course I do, you are the most wonderful thing in my life! As I sang out in a prophetic song, the words that came out shook me, as I saw in the spirit what the Lord was telling me.

I saw His heart bleeding, pouring with blood and with it I saw tears falling from His face. The tears were streaming down and I felt them, as I sang: "Lord give me your heart, that I may weep, that I may weep"

"Lord give me your tears, that I may bleed for you"

Those words shook me because for the first time in my life a realized what it meant to minister to the Lord Jesus. It meant partaking of His sufferings and being joined with Him in His death. It meant taking on His tears and His bleeding heart for those caught in Satan’s snare. Those that lay in the pit of emptiness.

He bleeds and He sheds tears for those I saw in my dream and it broke my heart to see His so broken. I wept at His feet and felt as the woman who wept on Jesus feet and dried it with her hair. He raised her up and cleansed her; and as I wept He cleansed me too. He cleansed me and placed in my breast His heart that bled so freely. He gave to me the most precious treasure – He gave to me the ability to feel His heart. I will never look upon one who is lost with scorn and I will never look upon one caught in sin and bondage with distaste, because I know now where they are and I know now how they live.

They live in death and the Lord has sent each and every one of us to speak forth words filled and charged with the Holy Spirit to decree into the earth their release. To counter-decree the works of the enemy in their lives. To speak life and to speak change and to speak His will into this earth! To not just stand by any longer and wait for the next guy to do it, but rather to take upon ourselves the sufferings of Christ and to minister forth His tears of healing into the darkness and His water of life into the dread and more than anything, to minister forth His bleeding heart of love that does indeed set the captives free!