The Knife, the Horse, and my last few days   Many years ago now, sometime back in the 1980s, I was working cattle horseback alone in our corrals on Dead Man. To reach those corrals one goes down Dead Man Road, a county road, for six miles, then you turn east onto a pasture road, cross the west fork of Dead Man Creek, climb a long, sloping hill then follow a graveled ridge. That particular day in October I had allowed some out-of-state rockhounds to hunt agates. I noticed them up there for an hour or so before they drove down to the corrals. They explained they'd found a knife on the ridge and thought I should have it. It was a large fixed blade hunting knife, minus a sheath, and by the looks of it it had probably been lost just that year by an antelope hunter. It was ridiculously too big for field-dressing antelope.  The knife was pretty dull. I wasn't very interested in the knife. My hands are pretty small and it looked like this knife had been made for fighting Grizzlies. I brought it home and left it in my shop. At some point I found an old sheath up at my uncles' that was actually larger than the knife. This sheath have my Uncle Bob's RM cattle brand scratched into it. When we returned to the ranch in 1979 Bob was deceased and we transferred his brand to Deb. She still owns it. I tried sharpening the knife a couple times and it didn't seem to want to take an edge. I got impatient and took a grinder to it, and after having done that I assumed I'd destroyed the steel's temper so I tossed it somewhere in the shop and forgot about it. Through the years knives have been important to me as symbolic gifts. I have given many knives to people, had many knives given to me, and have traded my books for knives. For example, I have traded with Chuck Buck, the CEO of Buck Knives and Tim Wegner, founder of Blade-Tech. Both are Christian men with viable ministries. About three weeks ago I felt impressed that I needed to find that knife. Finding it didn't make any sense, first of all, hunting season was long over and I had no need or use for this knife. I have field-dressed some big animals in the past, like moose and elk, and had never found reason to use this knife, so my compulsion at this time seemed odd. I looked and looked for it, couldn't find it, and eventually gave up. I reasoned that I'd probably given it to somebody. A week after that I was scrounging through my shop looking for truck parts when in the back of a draw in a dark corner of the shop I found the knife. The sheath was grimy from years of laying in that drawer. I brought it in the house, scrubbed the sheath clean and took the knife and sheath downstairs to my office where I also have a reloading bench. That night I started sharpening it again and quickly became obsessed with getting an edge on the big blade. New technologies have emerged in sharpening in the past 10 years and I used these diamond-encrusted whetting stones to work on the blade.  It seems whenever I had free time, I was working with that blade. It got sharper and sharper and oddly, it seemed now that the knife seemed to fit my hand. It did seem too large anymore. Last week I called the manufacturer and inquired about getting the right sheath for it. This particular model of knife was discontinued years ago but they informed me they still have scabbards for it so I ordered one. About that same time I was home seeking the Lord early one morning as is my custom. My prayer time seemed flat so I tried to study the Word. The Word seemed flat so I decided to worship. The only music I had in my office was an old Don Potter instrumental CD so I put it on. As I worshipped I reached for a diamond whetstone and held it up in my left hand as a fiddle and used the big knife like a fiddle bow. This is crazy, I thought. This knife now was quite sharp and slightest slip of the hand could be bad. My compulsion with this knife continued. I did everything but take it to be with me. There was a model number on the blade, #124, and I knew the number had significance. I didn't want to get "spooky spiritual" but I did go through the Bible looking up every combination of that number I could find, paying particular attention to anything that was a chapter one, verse 24 or a chapter 12, verse four.  Nothing jumped out at me. This past Saturday morning I called Ray Hughes and in the course of our conversation he told me he was going to Boise, Idaho the next weekend. We had a good visit then I went downstairs to check email before going out to do chores. In my inbox was an email from Paul Keith Davis with links to four New Years services he did in Alabama. I was pleased to see that. Later that day I listened to service one, which was New Years Eve, and was really blessed. Late that night I jumped down in order and listened to service four. Yesterday morning (Sunday) I was up really early and began listening to service # 2, the 01/01/2010 service. I should explain that my computer is in a small office that gives me little room to do anything but sit and listen, so all this time I had been sharpening that knife. Yesterday morning, about 5 a.m. I was listening to Paul Keith and sharpening the knife when he began talking again about an end-time generation that would walk in miraculous power as the Remnant, or Bride of Christ (This is, in fact, the theme of my novel, THE LAND OF EMPTY HOUSES.) Paul Keith also talked about Roland Buck, the pastor from Boise, Idaho who was visited numerous times by angels from 1977 to 1979. Paul Keith believes 2010 could be the most significant year spiritually since 2010. He was using terms like "collected, gathered, consummated." Suddenly he said the word "corralled." My head jerked up. My head was down because I was watching what I was doing while sharpening the knife. I felt as if something in my spirit said: Look at the time counter on this video clip.  The time counter on the left of the screen read 1:25 for one hour and twenty-five minutes. When did Paul Keith mention the word "corralled" I wondered. I rewound the clip and played it. He used it at 1:24. I looked down at the knife in my right hand. It was a Model 124 Buck Knife. Buck. Rolland Buck. Buck Knives, incidentally, is located in Idaho.  Pastor Buck's first visit to the Throne Room was in January of 1977 or 33 years ago. Paul Keith's main message at 1:24 was concerning The Remnant. I turned again to the Bible and this time was led to Hosea 12:4. This recounts Jacob's wrestling with an angel. The Bible says "the lame shall be a remnant. One meaning of the word "contrite" is lame. Jacob was made lame in the hip through this incident at Bethel. After lunch I was exhausted so I lay down in my easy chair downstairs and drifted to sleep. I napped for maybe 20 minutes when I jerked awake because of a dream/vision. It was so colorful, clear, and real it was much of a vision than it was a dream.  In this vision all I could see was my old saddle horse alone in the corral. He was a little perky, even at age 25, because he wanted out. This horse's name is Shiloh but his registered name, the name that appears on his papers is "Shiloh Glory." Paul Keith mentioned "corralled." I was holding a Buck Knife Model 124. Hosea 12:4 is about the Jacob, the angel, and being lamed. Lame is related to remnant. Pastor Buck had lived in Boise, Idaho. Now, 33 years later, Paul and Denise Hughes were on their way to Boise. Pastor Buck had a Great Dane named "Queenie" who used to wake him up when an angel came into the bedroom. When they were first married, Ray's nickname for Denise was "Queenie." Revelation was coming so fast I was literally dizzy. __________________________________________   Also, Saturday morning I received a short email from Charles Snell, my good friend and cowboy prophet, who lives a life even more isolated than mine. Charles lives in Oregon, almost up in the direction of the headwaters of the rivers that flow toward Boise. The night before he was shown the image of a beast in a dream. The Spirit told him: "That is Physter, a spirit that permeates humanity and causes great defilement." The Spirit then took the time to actually spell the word "Physter" so Charles would remember it. I sent this information to our main intercessor, Cathy Jones. Cathy discovered that Physter catadon is the Latin name for the Sperm Whale.  This was the whale in the famous novel Moby Dick and it has long been a symbol of evil.  I called our friend Christie Moore in Idaho yesterday and she said years of prophetic demonstration, prayer warfare and land cleansing had been done in her area and that one of the intercessors had seen a beast rise up out of the Snake River. A Leviathon creature. ___________________________________________ I still haven't put everything together. But this is one thing I sense. In 2010 we will see some manifestation of the Return of the Nephilim. It will be a very sexually perverted and destructive beast aimed especially at young women from the age of 12 to about 25. At this same time we will see the commissioning and equipping of the first stage of the Remnant. It too, will include young women, as symbols of The Bride.     Concerning the "corrals on Dead Man." They sit between the two forks of Dead Man Creek. Three years ago, with no knowledge of this geography or ownership, while in Miles City at Third River Fellowship Ray Hughes prophesied "Revival will come to this area when the Song of the Lord is released from Dead Man Creek."