My Visions Of Two Seas That Are The Same

The Sea Of Jumble

Once again in 2019, I experienced the Sea, only this time it was different. It was a Sea of Jumble, twisted and jumbled letters and words.

The Sea of Jumble was different in that its letters and words were a writhing chaos, hiding the Beast’s lies behind a slick touch. It was the same Sea as The Sea of Words, but different this second time I was there. It’s a raw clash of truth and deception. I wrote this down afterward, spilling every moment for anyone interested in my experience.

My experience at the “Sea of Words” was so vivid and intense, even today, six-years later, I remember the experience as if it happened yesterday. I was at home, awake and aware, and sitting in my favorite chair when my sight faded away and in my mind I began to walk. I blinked, and instantly, I was again walking along the shore of the same Sea as before, only this time, the Sea was a writhing mass of jumbled letters. It was the same Sea I’d faced before, wheat and tares all knotted up, now a wild mess of chaos. After 14 years since 2005 when I was wrestling with Paul’s writing in Romans, his words burned in me — faith uniting Jew and Gentile, sown by Yahshua’s planter, Paul, for the Ruach Ha Kodesh (The Holy Spirit) to spark. (Romans 10:12).

— Romans 10:12 in the King James Version (KJV) states:
"For there is no difference between the Jew and the Greek: for the same Lord over all is rich unto all that call upon him."
— The King James Version (KJV) of the Bible, completed in 1611, was translated from the following primary sources:
For the Old Testament: The Masoretic Text, a Hebrew text of the Jewish Bible, specifically the version preserved by the Masoretes (Jewish scholars) and represented in manuscripts like the Aleppo Codex and Leningrad Codex.
— For the New Testament: The Textus Receptus, a Greek text compiled by Erasmus of Rotterdam (1516, with later editions by Stephanus and Beza), based on a limited number of Byzantine manuscripts, such as Codex Bezae and other late Greek manuscripts.

I hear a voice saying, “They hide from you.” I said, “What do you mean?” “Walk into the sea, and you will know,” said the voice, and I stepped into the writhing Sea of jumbled letters. The instant I placed my foot above the undulating mass, the letters fled from beneath me, revealing dry Earth. With each step, they fled to each side of me, forming a wall of letters, each side of me.

“Reach in!” the voice bellowed. I plunged my arm into the wall of letters, expecting something akin to my last experience with the Sea of Words, only to find the letters forming a void around my arm. “Ah, I understand!” At first, I thought the utterance came from my mouth, only I did not speak. It was spoken directly from my mind. I didn't form the thought nor send it to my mouth to be pronounced. My lips didn't form the words; they were pre-formed and came directly from my Spirit.

“It’s because of my changing heart! The Sea of Jumble is a polar opposite of The Sea Of Words, an abstract of the "waters”, (people) and its master, the god of this Earth, who is Satan. The words are jumbled because confusion is Satan's tool. Ha Shatan (Satan) does not want the truth revealed. The voice said, “Do not mistake that its secrecy is born of fear, as the Beast has no fear of man.” “Understand, the Beast is not man, and is man, but is not of man. Now, stand quiet; I will touch you.”

My eyes were still blind to the room around me, and I stood quietly and heard only the rhythmic thwap, thwap, thwap of the waves of jumbled letters slapping the shore and the whisper of the words that permeated my body during my previous experience at the Sea of Words. At that moment I felt a touch on top of my head, and my body instantly crumbled straight down into a heap as if my bones were suddenly absent. In that moment, I saw a brilliant burst of searing white light, and it pushed my Spirit into a place I had only seen before in a different brief vision.

In this place, every color of the spectrum is so vibrant and crisp, with a depth that seemed to be three-dimensional, for lack of a better description. I could see a gleaming city in the distance. The brilliance of white-hot light was emanating from the city. It was so warm and soothing; I just quietly basked in the radiation for an interminable amount of time because, in this dimension, time is absent because it has no meaning here. I knew. I didn’t think, I just knew. I am standing here in the Spirit, looking at the shining City of Testament. The bride of Christ, and I was filled with awe and wonder.

Revelation 19:7-9 speaks of the marriage of the Lamb, where the bride has made herself ready, adorned in fine linen, representing the righteous acts of the saints: "Let us rejoice and exult and give him the glory, for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and his Bride has made herself ready; it was granted her to clothe herself with fine linen, bright and pure—for the fine linen is the righteous deeds of the saints."

Revelation 21:2, 9-11 describes the New Jerusalem as the bride, the wife of the Lamb, coming down from heaven, prepared and adorned:
"And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband."
Later, in 21:9-11, an angel shows John "the Bride, the wife of the Lamb," identified as the holy city, New Jerusalem, radiant with God’s glory.
Standing there in complete awe, I realized I did not have any control over myself. I could not move to venture closer. I began to wonder about my state, and instantly, the voice, the same voice I heard in the physical dimension, was now emanating from somewhere within me, although distinctly separate from my Spirit. Then, I realized it’s not from within me, it's through me. I wasn’t “hearing” the voice, I was experiencing it. I understood the thought; I did not need to convert sound waves into ideas; the words were pre-formed in my mind, and the understanding just “was.” “Receive.” I know the source of the searing white light! It is the Ruach Ha Kodesh (Holy Spirit) of I AM, Father YAHU! I could see across the distance separating the City of Light and me, but I experienced no degradation of the image because of that vast distance. I was totally amazed; I was wholly and entirely awestruck.

I feel the thought; it is intrinsic to my Spirit, yet not from my Spirit. It is amazingly simple yet more luxurious than any “Earthy” sound. I wanted to stay there forever. In this place, there is nothing other than “forever” since time is non-existent here. In my dimension, it is a physical reality, and a state of mind; in this dimension, “Forever” is a state of being, a glaring contrast to the temporary state of the physical world. Suddenly, I was back in my body, in my loathsome bag of watery dirt. I had physical sensations again, and I felt dirty, icky, filthy.

After regaining control over my body, I began to walk along the shore of the Sea, uncomfortable with being in my physical body. I didn’t feel comfortable again for days after the experience. I turned toward the Sea and walked into the jumbled letters, only this time, they caressed me, sliding over my body like a soft, slick, silk scarf; I could feel them forming words as they moved over my skin. Then I realized what was happening — they were trying to slowly, stealthily slip into my mind, to create thoughts inside my mind to whisper doubt. The sound gradually became a deafening roar. “That experience was not real; you were never there; you imagined the entire experience!” At that moment there was a flash of brilliant white light; this light instantly caused the corrupting letters to be expelled from inside me, leaving only the words I had retained from the “Sea of Words.”

I thought about that momentarily, while already understanding that both the “Sea Of Words” and the “Sea Of Jumble” are the same Sea. It’s one brutal clash — truth and lies slamming together, the Beast’s jumbled mess fogging up people’s heads with deception. That white energy was the Spirit’s fire, blasting the lies and leaving only the wheat — the truth. I walked out of that Sea different, my heart gripped by the gospel’s raw truth, ready to spot lies in the world’s knotted chaos.

—NoisyWren, ’19.

The Textus Receptus, the Greek New Testament text used for the King James Version (KJV), originated as follows:
Erasmus of Rotterdam (1516): Dutch scholar Desiderius Erasmus published the first printed Greek New Testament in 1516 in Basel, Switzerland. He compiled it from a few late Byzantine manuscripts (12th–15th centuries), including Minuscule 1 and Minuscule 2. For incomplete sections (e.g., parts of Revelation), he back-translated from the Latin Vulgate into Greek.

Stephanus (1546–1551): Printer Robert Estienne (Stephanus) improved Erasmus’ text, using additional manuscripts. His 1550 edition, which introduced verse divisions, was a major source for later translations.

Theodore Beza (1565–1598): Reformer Theodore Beza revised the text further, incorporating manuscripts like Codex Bezae. His 1598 edition heavily influenced the KJV.

Elzevir Brothers (1633): The term "Textus Receptus" ("received text") was coined in the 1633 edition by publishers Bonaventure and Abraham Elzevir, who used Beza’s and Stephanus’ texts and declared it widely accepted.

Manuscript Basis
The Textus Receptus is based on a small number of Byzantine-type manuscripts, the prevalent Greek texts in the medieval Eastern Church (9th–15th centuries). Erasmus and his successors lacked access to earlier manuscripts like Codex Sinaiticus or Codex Vaticanus (4th-century Alexandrian texts), which were rediscovered later.
Summary
The Textus Receptus began with Erasmus’ 1516 Greek New Testament, was refined by Stephanus and Beza, and was named by the Elzevirs in 1633. It derives from late Byzantine manuscripts available in 16th-century Europe.