My Visions Of Two Seas That Are The Same

The Sea Of Words

This vision hit me first in 2019, a gut punch from the Ruach Ha Kodesh (The Holy Spirit) — no dream, all real. Back in 2005, Paul’s Romans stumped me, heavy and unyielding. I spent many days and nights in The Book reading and searching for Wisdom. I read the entire New Testament and was especially perplexed by Paul’s writing. I prayed about it for an entire week, asking for clarification, which would enable me to understand Paul’s writing, especially in the book of Romans. The Holy Spirit showed me Paul as a farmer for Yahshua, planting faith seeds to sprout, watered through Scripture’s Wisdom (Romans 10:12). Then the Sea of Words roared in, a wild tide of truths — lies, words pulsing like souls, wheat and tares locked in a brutal dance. A Beast spit lies, but the Spirit’s fire burned through. I wrote about this furiously, immediately after this experience, every searing moment raw, not wanting to lose any of it from my mind. This is my revised, condensed, detailed experience at the Sea Of Words; it’s a work of truth, not a fictional story.

As I was sitting in my favorite chair in the corner of our den, my sight faded away as a thought invaded my mind; I reached out, grasped it with my hand, and put it into my mouth. It tasted crisp and sweet on my tongue, and it sparked a fire in my belly that spread through my blood, electrifying my body along its path to my mind. After years of study since 2005, this vision in 2019 flared while I was rereading Romans again.

I saw a Sea filled with Words, with waves of words and phrases, rolling like the ocean. I heard a voice saying, “REACH INTO THE SEA!” I reached out, plunging my hand into the Sea. Words began to flow up my arm, covering my entire body, invading my body, and in my mind, I began to wonder, is this real? Is this really happening? The volume of the words was overwhelming. I saw and felt the words in my body as the scene invaded my mind, imprinting like a movie.

I looked into the distance and saw a Beast made of a writhing mass of letters, words, and phrases rising from the inky pool of this Sea of Words. “FEAR NOT!” the voice bellowed, “The Beast is for the lost.” My entire body was filled with an electric fire, my mind was racing, and my eyes filled with the salty water of tears. The rushing tears blinded me, and I blinked them away to clarify my sight.

The letters and words of the Sea are people and all the truths and lies of every word ever spoken; wheat and tares mixed. As I looked out across the undulating waves, I saw some tares floating upon the word crests, pushed into the breeze; they were lost, blown away by the consuming and gossiping of lies. The breeze proceeding from the mouth of this Beast is a whisper of lies that carries them away toward oblivion. Now and then, I saw an arm and hand of words rise out of the Sea. It plucked some of them from the breeze, reversing their state from tares to wheat, a metaphor for the transformative power of The Word. The voice said, “You see the hand of a shepherd, reclaiming some who have strayed by mistake. The breeze consists of lies of man throughout time. ‘There is no GOD,’ and so on; lies that are perpetuated by the Beast for those who follow him, willing and misled, leading many down the broad path to destruction.”

This Sea was a representation of the world’s heart, its people, truth, and lies tangled in its waves. Paul’s seeds, sown for Yahshua and watered by the Ruach Ha Kodesh (Holy Spirit), burned through the chaos, showing me this metaphorical representation. In 2019, I walked out forever changed, my heart locked onto faith’s hard ground, ready to sift wheat from tare in my life.

—NoisyWren, ’19