Total Metamorphose!

Robin Paisley

Dec 16, 2003

As I approached the Throne of Jesus I gently bowed and rested my head upon our Master's feet. In utter shock and dismay I found His feet to be rough, course and not at all what I was custom to. No matter how hard I tried I could not move as my cheek remained upon this foreign attire, this foreign change from the feet I thought I knew so well. A Holy fear began to rise within me as I realized that the feet of Jesus had been suddenly changed to that of an Eagle. This sudden transformation I not only felt inside me but within the whole body of Christ, a total metamorphose.

"But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord." (2 Cr. 3:18)

I was then shown a Giant Golden Eagle, looking much like that of the one I saw set free earlier, but yet even larger like He had grown from His release. His wingspan took up the entire length of the heavens. On His side etched out like from fire was written 'Holy, Holy, Holy.' Just reading these words brought the taste of burnt coal instantly to my lips. All of a sudden I was picked up by the large talons of this Eagle and carried up higher and higher until the air became thick like butter. No longer was I breathing on my own but from the breath of this Mighty Golden Eagle, His breath began to breathe into me until we became as one. No sooner had I felt this transition from death into life then I saw the raging sea below and I knew that He was going to drop me. Never had I been so terrified in all my life, not of death itself but of dying before my time. The Eagle knowing my thoughts began to speak without saying a word, it rose up in my spirit like a fountain of knowledge and I knew that He had to drop me; it was like prophesying, setting things in motion. To be dropped, only then to be lifted back up in His presence.

Without a second of delay the Eagle's very large talons opened up their grip and sent me sailing down towards the rocky sea. All I could do was put my trust totally in the Lord, to live by faith and not by sight of the view below. Just then a wind, a warm and gentle wind began to make its way into my spirit. Nothing else was moving around me, no trees, no birds just the wind inside me was blowing. I then began to stretch my arms straight out, open wide, which sent me sailing through the wind. All of a sudden a magnetic force, exploding with power came from the Eagle and pulled me right up and into His breast. I was pressed deep into the Golden Eagles breast and still in the same position with my arms stretched out. Just then the Eagle began to swoop down like he was diving for his prey and he began to pull up saints from deep within the sea. He then began to look under rocks and crevices to retrieve the hidden saints. Each time He picked up a saint they would be pulled up deep into His breast with their arms stretched out open wide. Everywhere we flew, nothing was left hidden or standing! To many the Eagle was freedom, freedom to now fly with the King in open territory. Some of the saints would shout for joy when it was their turn while others ran in shame, but all was exposed.

The Giant Golden Eagle then flew over a crystal clear river where I could see our reflection like looking in a glass mirror, and there it was, the picture of the cross. There we all were, pressed up against the breast of the Eagle Himself with our arms open wide, forming the shape of the cross, so beautiful and powerful to behold. The Eagle then began one by one, to gently set us down upon a mountains top.

A big beautiful, glorious mountain, looking so familiar like I had been here before. And then the memory came flooding back with all familiarity but new and fresh, for this time I knew it would be very different. This was the mountain where the Glory of the Lord fell and split it in two and we found ourselves surrounded by fire, Holy Fire and there was no where to go but into the fire. Now this mountain of the Lord was a gathering of His saints, a gathering of His End Time Army. There we were, all of us having been brought together for such a time as this! There were no markings upon the saints here of rank and position, but a total submission among all the saints, a humbleness in spirit and a love that drew everyone together. There was such a flow in His unity that the anointing began to fall like gold dust from heaven and it covered us from head to toe. As the gold dust continued to fall some of the saints began to open up their mouths in agreement and began to taste of His Glory, edible and tangible Glory. I too began to taste of His Glory, the taste of sweet, sweet honey began to fill me like a mighty rushing river, so full of His Glory we were, that we had to release that which we had been given.

The mighty rushing river began to flow out of His saints to the outer edges of this mountain and abruptly stopped. We then found ourselves standing in ankle deep water, water thick like liquid gold, like liquid honey! As the Giant Golden Eagle made His way back to the mountain, we could see that He was carrying a basket suspended from His breast, a basket full of God’s saints and they were all women! There were the three Mary's, (Mary the mother of Jesus, Mary the mother of James and Mary Magdalene.) I could see Deborah and Esther and so many more of God's glorious women! From Joan of Arc to Aimee McPherson and the precious Corrie Ten Boom. There were just too many women to name them all from mothers to teachers, great and small. And each and every one of these women was dressed in armor, full armor from head to toe! In the left hand of each warrior was a lantern, having kept lit with the Lord's Holy fire. And in their right hands was a silver rod and at the top of this rod was a foot, also hand-carved from silver. They were the mantles being handed down from these mighty warrior women and the feet were the preparation of the gospel of peace.

And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace; (Eph.6:15)

Now on the back of the Eagle were found men, from Paul to Peter, Elijah and Elisha. From Presidents to war heroes; from farmers to teachers, they were all gathered on the back of the Golden Eagle and in each hand was also a lantern and a silver rod.

As the Golden Eagle landed, the earth began to shake violently and the mighty rushing river was again released from our bellies, joining the saints from past days. All the saints that were carrying the mantles and the lanterns began to release the callings upon all who had been gathered on this mountain. As the silver rods were being passed from saint to saint I could see inscriptions carved out in red from the blood of the Lamb. And upon each rod were the names of the saints whose mantles were being released, all to the Glory of the Lord! As the lanterns were being released they turned into torches of fire, the Holy Fire of God and they completely dissolved in the receiver's hands.

As we looked down at our feet we began to see a sudden change in their appearance, to that of eagles' feet. There was no time to ponder or to even share with one another this magnificent exchange for as quickly as our feet had changed so did our physical appearance, to that of eagles, beautiful, brown, golden eagles! So too had our spirits began this metamorphose as we began to fly above the mountain, causing such a stir in the river below that it continued its flow over the edge and onto the nations below!

As an eagle stirs up its nest, hovers over its young, spreading out its wings, taking them up, carrying them on its wings,

So the Lord alone led him, and there was no foreign god with him.

He made him ride in the heights of the earth, that he might eat the produce of the fields; He made him draw honey from the rock, and oil from the flinty rock; (Deut.32:11-13)