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  • Part 26: The Eighth Witness Testament

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    “The Eighth Witness Testament” is Part 26 of The Book Of Benjamin Kareth. This part of The Book Of Benjamin Kareth covers the period between January 30th, 2023, and April 29th, 2023. This book tells how the audio books for The Book Of Benjamin Kareth came to be. It tells of Benjamin’s entering Obscurity and Solitude. It tells of walking a narrow road separated from people and the world. It is the continuing of Benjamin’s witness testament to the journey God has him on.

    A Glimpse Inside:

    Chapter 1: A Season Of Parables Begins

    January 30th, 2023 – 3:23am – The Farm, near Meridian, Texas:

    The date and time and location above are important to these works I am writing for the Lord. These books of mine are His story told through the lens of my life. God at work in fallen man to bring Himself glory and honor and praise.

    As I begin this new season, I find myself again on the Farm in the middle of nowhere Texas. I am in obscurity and isolation and solitude. There are people here, my very dear friends, but most of the time I am alone in my small trailer. I have a living room, which is also my office, and a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom. It is small but perfect for a single man of 40 years.

    Last year was such an adventure that started in Redding, CA, brought me to Texas and then to South Korea and on to Israel and then back again to this Farm in Texas.

    God broke me last year, broke down my pride and my restlessness. He taught me and matured me in my faith. He gave me so many wonderful gifts in the form of the people I met all around the world. I miss them all.

    This is looking to be a season of parables, of new stories told to me by the Lord. And so, I am excited to sit and listen to Him and write down what He will tell me.

    I say this prayer as I step into this new season with the Lord: Father, thank you for always listening to me because you are always with me. Thank you for salvation and for your Son Jesus. Thank you for the wonderful gift of the Holy Spirit who is my ability to do. I give you all that has happened up until this day and I give you all that I am. Please take every part of me and use it to point people upward toward you. Please shine your bright and consuming light into my heart and let me reflect who you are to those around me. Take my hand and write what you will write through me each day. Teach me your ways and allow me to teach others. In Jesus name I say thank you and Amen!

    Chapter 17: Hidden Place

    February 14th, 2023 – 3:18am – The Farm, near Meridian, Texas:

    “God has put me in a place where:

    I can no longer live on my work.

    I can no longer live with my family.

    I can no longer live on my friends.

    I can no longer live on my pleasures.

    I can no longer live on my ministry.

    I must live on God, who is invisible.”

    – John Bunyan

    Hidden away with God, what more could anyone ever want? I am in perfect peace here alone with Him. I know He will send me out again one day… but He will do it for others.

    God is having me post The End Sights on my blog for seven days in a row. And so, I am obeying. It holds all the message, and the warning God is sending the world. Will they hear? Will they listen?

    Parables, prophetic words, people rising from the dead… no… none of these things will get their attention. Mostly I think people have made their choice already. But God is patient. And He desires all to come to repentance. And I think I’m the end when they stand before Him, they will know that He gave them time and time again to humble themselves… but they didn’t.

    Lord, help us all be humble before you!

    Chapter 19: Broken And Humbled

    February 16th, 2023 – 3:17am – The Farm, near Meridian, Texas:

    I sit here in the darkness of the morning writing books for the Lord. And I’m being broken and humbled…

    I look out and see people being married and having children and going to revival meetings and my heart breaks. I long to be with them. To be with my family and my friends. To talk with people… to talk to anyone. And yet…

    I bow before the Lord and listen, and He asks again for me to offer up this loneliness to Him as an offering. So, I let my tears fall and I bow to Him and say, “Yes! Yes! Whatever you want for me!”

    There are many people who scramble to be seen and heard. And it does sound nice… but if God hasn’t called me to it then I don’t want it. For me it would be not God’s will and so it would be death.

    God wants me here in this place with Him. In solitude and in obscurity. Hidden away from the world. Protected and preserved from the coming storms. I am to listen and write. This is my assignment… and it requires a setting apart, a holiness (which is to be set apart for God’s purposes). So, I cry and let my self-righteousness and pride die. I throw myself on the altar before the Lord saying, “Here I am Lord. Do whatever you will.”

    Be encouraged wherever you are. If you’re alone, you’re not alone. God is with you. He is the author and finisher of your faith. Trust Him. He will do as He pleases with your life and oh what rewards wait for those who obey.

    ““Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad and easy to travel is the path that leads the way to destruction and eternal loss, and there are many who enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow and difficult to travel is the path that leads the way to [everlasting] life, and there are few who find it.” – Matthew 7:13-14 AMP

    God loves to do new things. Will you be one who He does a new thing in?

    Sometimes I just stop and look back at the past four and half years and consider all that God has done in me and through me. All the people I’ve met and affected for Him. All the books I’ve written that speak and point to Him. Every time I obeyed Him, I found myself broken before Him. The twice giving all my earthly possessions away and watching what that did in my heart of hearts.

    Trust Him. Just trust Him. He is faithful! Day after day after day… He is faithful. That’s who He is… faithful and true.

    God allowed me to feel what He felt the moment He pulled me out of my old life. He screamed, that’s the only word that fits His cry, “This is finished. Now you are going to listen and obey.” And the power He released in that cry was tremendous. His love and breaking heart over what my life had become was incredible. That He felt such anger at my torment and pain was amazing to me. That He would be so completely done with it all that He stepped in and said, “Enough!” Wow.

    To me it was such a contrast. My parents watched as I was being sexually abused as a child and said they didn’t know what to do so they did nothing. And to be so claimed and protected by God Himself my whole life and to see Him step in and change everything. At the right time and the right moment.

    I belong to Him. That I have zero doubt about. He has made that so very clear. There was a moment when I was homeless in Kansas City when I had just given away my coat and shoes and was walking through the pouring rain in the water and goose poop. And I saw the heavens opened and Jesus was standing in front of His throne, and He was pointing to me and announcing to everyone there, “This one is mine! This one is mine!” Tears burn my face even now as I remember that vision. Jesus claimed me as His.

    So many times, when I’ve obeyed Him in the face of the opposition of everyone I know and without any understanding I have felt His immense pleasure over my obedience. How He loves His children… all of them… and you.

    I always joke that I’m God’s most stubborn and obstinate child. I wrestle with Him daily. And yet He loves me and claims me as His own. And why? So that:

    “But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and through us spreads and makes evident everywhere the sweet fragrance of the knowledge of Him. For we are the sweet fragrance of Christ [which ascends] to God, [discernible both] among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing; to the latter one an aroma from death to death [a fatal, offensive odor], but to the other an aroma from life to life [a vital fragrance, living and fresh]. And who is adequate and sufficiently qualified for these things? For we are not like many, [acting like merchants] peddling God’s word [shortchanging and adulterating God’s message]; but from pure [uncompromised] motives, as [commissioned and sent] from God, we speak [His message] in Christ in the sight of God.” – 2 Corinthians 2:14-17 AMP “For I [fully] satisfy the weary soul, and I replenish every languishing and sorrowful person.”” – Jeremiah 31:25 AMP

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  • Vision #12: The Library Of Heaven

    Vision #12: The Library Of Heaven

    B.P.K. – 11/10/2025

    I opened my eyes and saw…

    …that I stood in the heart of Heaven.

    I understood that the road I had taken from the crossroads had led me to the place where now I stood. Though it was not a direct path here, it was a path, nonetheless. I stood in the center of Paradise, the temporary heaven. This place awaited the “New”. I stood of a street made of pure gold. Looking down at it I could just see my reflection on its translucent surface. The quality of the air was perfect. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. God’s presence saturated everything around me. This place was sustained by Him. The street I stood on was in the central part of the heavenly city.

    Everywhere I looked saints long passed walked. They wore robes of light. I saw, felt, and know each of them completely and they knew me. Nothing was hidden, everything revealed. As I looked at each of them, I knew them completely. I saw angels too.

    The sound of worship to God was everywhere. The music of heaven seemed to be sung by everyone and everything here. The entire purpose of this place was for the glory of God.

    I stood in front of a wide staircase leading up to a huge structure made of pure gold interspersed another white material that I couldn’t identify. Up the stairs from me was an entrance to the building. Two tall doors stood open wide to the city.

    “Enter in.” The whisper came from all around me.

    I realized then that I still held the twelve gifts the angels had given me, the twelve pieces.

    I walked slowly up the stairs taking in the wonderful sights around me. I felt I could stay here forever and never want to be anywhere else. I reached the open doors and entered in.

    I now stood in what I can only describe as a lobby area of this building. In front of me was a long desk that stretched the whole of this room. Behind it stood four angels busy about their tasks. I could see that there were two huge staircases leading upwards on either end of the desk. Above the desk and beyond it I saw floors and floors of rows and rows of bookshelves of all sizes, types, colors, and of every kind. There were stands as well that I could see that displayed objects which reminded me of the kind I’d seen in museums in earth’s cities.

    I walked over to the angel standing on the far-right side of the reception desk.

    He looked down at me and said, “How can I help you, child of God?”

    “What is this place?” I asked him, but the knowledge was already there.

    He smiled at me kindly and replied, “You stand in the east lobby of the Library of Heaven.”

    I nodded to him, thanked him, and stepped away from the counter.

    I looked down at the objects that I held. I knew that I was here because of this. Knowledge seemed to flow like water in the air of this place. I knew that was because the Holy Spirit saturated and connected everything here. I remembered what the Spirit had said to me at the crossroads, “Sets of twelve.” I knew that I held a set of twelve. I turned toward the staircase on the right end of the desk. I knew where I was meant to go.

    I climbed the stairs and worship God with all that was in me.

    I reached the third floor and traveled down a long balcony. On one side of me was a railing overlooking the central atrium of the library. On the other side of me were rows and rows of books. I wished I could have stood and read them all. I knew that I would someday soon.

    I walked through an archway that led me into the very center of the massive building. People and angels were everywhere. They read, talked, and worshiped God. This was a place of record I realized.

    I rounded the balcony taking in the sights below me. A central fountain graced the floor of the central atrium. It was few from an offshoot of the River of Life. Time would fail me to describe all I was seeing. I hurried on.

    I reached the archway that led into the northern section of the building and passed through it. This was the part of the library that held the visions of the saints and prophets. All the revelations from God to man were chronicled here in this part of the library. Every dream, vision, divine revelation, prophecy, and every single response, reaction, effect, affect, and purpose of those revelations from God was recorded and held in this place. Books and scrolls were carefully arranged on shelves. The building itself rose above me for what seemed like miles and miles. I looked upward from where I stood and saw that there must have been over a thousand floors. I tried to take in the knowledge that flooded and washed through me.

    “Continue on with purpose.” The whisper came from all around me and shook me back from my musings.

    I knew where I was to go.

    I walked down hallways. I climbed staircases. I traveled through the library of revelations until I found the place I was meant to be. I was overwhelmed with feeling and emotion when I read the plaque that mark the area. My name was written on it. This was the place of record for the revelations God had given to me in my lifetime. I saw every dream, every Word He had spoken to me, every word of knowledge, every story, every parable, and every prophecy was recorded here.

    I entered the area and walked to the very center of that place.

    Central to the area was a bookshelf that held the books I had written in my lifetime. There were only 100. The Book of Benjamin Kareth was arranged on the four shelves, 25 books per shelf. I ran a hand over their spines remembering all the time I had spent writing them on earth. My fingers found the last book, “Where All Journeys End”, and I took it from the shelf.

    “Not yet.” The whisper filled me.

    I put the book back in its place and ran my fingers over its spine one more time.

    “Soon.” The whisper said.

    I nodded.

    “Look to your right.” The whisper came softly now.

    I turned to the right and saw a circular area. I stepped into it and saw that there were twelve displays arranged in a circle. Each of the displays had a place for twelve pieces. Twelve pieces of twelve displays were there around me. I knew then why I was here. I walked over to what I knew was the first display and carefully placed the twelve pieces I held into their eternal place of record. I stepped back to the center of that area.

    “Twelve of twelve.” The whisper came.

    “Twelve of twelve.” I repeated Him.

    …I let go and found myself returned.

    Read all the visions here:

    The Visions

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  • Vision #11: The Crossroads

    Vision #11: The Crossroads

    B.P.K. – 11/09/2025

    I opened my eyes and saw…

    …that I stood at a crossroads.

    There before me, for as far as I could see, stretched out a single lane road. To either side of this road was a stony bank sloping downwards away from it. The stone looked to have been chiseled with human tools, as if the road had been hewn from solid rock. I stood for a moment considering the word: hewn. It seemed to be important somehow.

    I looked to my right and then to my left. Another road stretched out to both sides of me for as far as my eyes could see. To either side of this road was a stony bank sloping downwards away from it. The stone looked to have been chiseled with human tools, as if this road as well had been hewn from solid rock.

    As if it was important as well, I turned around and looked back down the road behind me that stretched out as far as my eyes could see. To either side of the road I must have come by was a muddy bank of twisted and broken branches sloping downwards away from it. It looked as if flood waters had risen up and brought with it all the debris it had pulled up from the ground in its passing then receded to deposit that debris along this road.

    I was weary. I had a choice to make now. It was if something important was in my hands and I was traveling somewhere important but hadn’t reached my destination yet. I turn around again and considered the three directions I could travel in from this crossroads. They all looked the same to me, three roads with sloping chiseled stone embankments.

    “Sets of twelve.” The whisper came from behind me and traveled forward down the center road onward the way I had been traveling. Onward, the way I had been traveling… I considered it. Yes. Onward, the way I had been traveling.

    I saw then what I held.

    I saw then what I had been given:

    A crossroads of a journey.

    Twelve pieces of a puzzle.

    A spring of living water from a bent tree on a mountainside trail.

    A valley of thorns with no escape but through it.

    A ride upon a monster up a river that flowed in the opposite direction that I traveled.

    A choice to make between two doors.

    A handmade musical instrument.

    A fallen tower of a civilization from long ago.

    A fissure in the earth filled with water.

    A salt mine in the side of a great mountain.

    And a coat factory.

    “Sets of twelve.” The whisper came again from behind me and pushed me forward. I did not stumble but instead began to run.

    I ran down the road in front of me.

    Onward, the way I had been traveling.

    One more destination lied ahead of me. I had to reach it carrying my treasures, my gifts.

    …I let go and found myself returned.

    Read all the daily visions here:

    The Visions

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  • Part 25: The Days of Revival

    Front Cover, Back Cover, And Spine Artwork:

    Book Description:

    This book is a discovery of The Days Of Revival and the continual revival that happens when we daily approach the unapproachable light of God’s presence. What is contained within these pages is the product of a pondering and prayerful exploration of The Days Of Revival. This book is part 3 of “The Three-Sided Coin” miniseries within The Book Of Benjamin Kareth book series. This is denoted by the A3 on the cover and spine.

    A Glimpse Inside:

    Chapter 10: Purpose, Calling, and Anointing

    “Where there is no vision [no revelation of God and His word], the people are unrestrained; But happy and blessed is he who keeps the law [of God].” – Proverbs 29:18 AMP

    Proverbs 29:18 speaks of purpose, calling, and anointing.

    What do purpose, calling, and anointing have in common?

    They are all essential to Revival.

    If the purpose of Revival is to Return To God and awake from spiritual slumber, then people need a purpose to pursue. They need to understand their unique calling from the Lord. They need God’s anointing oil poured over them so that they have the vital and supernatural power, the ability to do, to pursue the purpose of their unique calling.

    Why was I uniquely created?

    If you have the answer to this question, then all your life begins to flow outward from it. If you know why God created you the way He created you, you will then understand that He made you perfectly suited to your unique calling. And after discovering these then you have found your purpose.

    Purpose fuels Revival.

    Why revive? Why is it so vital? Why is it so sought after? Why do people travel thousands of miles to go to a place “Revival” is happening? It is because they are longing and searching for purpose. They hope that in this “Revival” they will finally have what they are longing for: purpose.

    Can you encounter God at a place where Revival is falling? Yes. But will that encounter change how you live day to day? That depends on if the encounter with God affects your life’s purpose. If it doesn’t then you leave after a week of meetings, the same as when you arrived. This is why Revival’s spark and then quickly die out.

    Without vision the people perish.

    I have seen many revivals spring up and I am always happy to see God moving. And each time I ask the Lord if I should go. His response is always the same, “Why go? When I am reviving you here.” Perhaps He will call you to go. But consider that true Revival happens in your heart alone with God daily.

    This is the revival He wants. Your heart moment-by-moment.

    He wants us to wake up daily and enter His presence. He wants us to get our purpose from our relationship and fellowship with Him. He wants us to have His love fill us so that when we go out among people His love pours out to others. He wants us to know our unique callings so that we can complete what He has uniquely created each of us to do in our lives. You were created FOR God. Until you understand this in your heart of hearts, you can’t experience true Revival.

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  • Vision #10: The Gifts Of Angels

    Vision #10: The Gifts Of Angels

    B.P.K. – 11/08/2025

    I opened my eyes and saw…

    …that I was surrounded by angels.

    I raised my arm to shield my face from the radiance of the creatures that surrounded me in a circle. I felt their holiness washing over me. I felt their strength which seemed palatable in the air around me. I looked from beneath my shielding arm and saw the angel in front of me walking towards me.

    I felt a hand come to rest on my right shoulder and heard a voice say, “Open your eyes. Do not be afraid.”

    I lowered my arm and looked up at the angel that towered over me. He was at least three feet taller than myself. His long brown hair flowed out from the shining golden helmet he wore then down and around his broad shoulders. He wore a type of armor I had never seen before. It seemed to be made of living scales of light. Beside the helmet covering his head he wore a breastplate that covered His chest and back. His arms were shielded by light radiating gauntlets. He wore a wide belt around his waist adorned with the symbol of a trumpet on it, which I understood to be his angelic rank. His feet were shod in something between boots and sandals of the same metal as the rest of the armor’s pieces. Underneath his armor he wore a simple white robe of one piece of fabric of a material I didn’t know but that I understood to be weightless. He had no wings. His face shown with the glory of God and I knew that he had come from the throne room of heaven to this place.

    Looking around I saw that all the other angels that encircled me wore the same kind of armor and were marked by the same trumpet sigil on the center of their belts. The seemed to be both male and female.

    I felt the one that stood in front of me squeeze my shoulder lightly drawing my attention back to himself. I looked up at him. He smiled down on me.

    “Why am I here?” I asked him.

    He lifted his right hand up to me and opened his palm. In it lay a smooth round disc-shaped object.

    “Take it.” He said gently.

    I reached out and took the object from his right palm. It felt fragile in my hand. All the angels round me were watching me. I examined the object in my hand. If I could describe it further I would but it seemed that it was shrouded in mystery. It felt like the piece of a puzzle. It felt like a piece of machinery. It felt like food. I smelled it and it had no smell. I tasted it and it had no taste.

    I looked up at the angel and asked, “What is this?”

    “A piece.” He replied.

    He removed his hand from my shoulder and walked backwards, returning to his place in the circle that surrounded me. The angel to his left stepped forward and stood over me. She held out her right hand and opened it revealing another object. It was another piece of this puzzle. It wasn’t round like the first but was instead square shaped.

    “Take it.” She said gentle to me. I understood that she tempered her true voice for my sake.

    I nodded to her and took the object from her palm. It felt like the first, made of the same material.

    I watched as she walked backwards returning to her place in the circle that surrounded me. Over and over again this repeated itself. Angel after angel stepped forward and offered me another piece of the puzzle. Round we went. I felt like the hands on a strange clock turning clockwise to meet each angel until all had given their gifts. I now held twelve pieces of the puzzle, one from each of the angels.

    I stood facing the first angel. He nodded to me and with a speed that is impossible for man departed with his company. The neither walked nor ran nor flew but simply moved away from me.

    I stood alone holding the twelve pieces of the puzzle in my hands.

    I listened to the air around me and waited for instructions.

    …I let go and found myself returned.

    Read all the daily visions so far here:

    The Visions

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  • Part 24: A Return To God

    Front Cover, Back Cover, And Spine Artwork:

    Book Description: This book is a discovery of A Return God and the path that leads us back to Him. What is contained within these pages is the product of a pondering and prayerful exploration of a personal and continual Return To God. This book is part 2 of “The Three-Sided Coin” miniseries within The Book Of Benjamin Kareth book series. This is denoted by the A2 on the cover and spine.

    A Glimpse Inside:

    Chapter 4: The Whisper

    When someone whispers to you, what do you do? Don’t you lean closer to better hear what they have to say?

    God is always whispering to you.

    God speaks in the stillness and quietness of time. God is Spirit, invisible to our human, natural eyes. He hides Himself so that we will seek Him and then as we seek Him, we will find Him. God is mystery.

    When we speak of returning to God, we must first know of whom we are returning to. Who is this God that we must return to? What is He like? What does He want from us?

    I am not a theologian. I have not studied at some university or seminary. I am a video game designer who spent most of my life living mindlessly for my own selfish pleasure until God broke into my world and claimed me as His own. So, with the understanding of who I am not, we can continue with who I am.

    God has asked me to write this book for you, and so I obey. And therein lies His mystery. As far as humans are concerned, I am not qualified to do this, but as far as God is concerned I am.

    And there I see His whisper. Do you?

    God spoke the world into existence from nothing. Out of nothing. He simply spoke and it was. He created by speaking. His Words held the power, the ability to do, within them to accomplish the purpose for which He sent them out. He did not scream. He did not yell. He spoke.

    Throughout this book as a means of necessity I am going to whisper to you of who God is. I will not shout or scream. I will not speak as one who has been educated by this world’s systems of education. I will simply whisper of what I know of who God is as He gives me the Words and the ability to do.

    I feel the Holy Spirit in me right now. He is a blazing fire. He has flooded my spirit and is hovering here with me. Whispering to my spirit as I write.

    Can you see it? Feel it? Hear it? The whisper.

    It’s like the wind, isn’t it? Once called mystical but now simply called spiritual. That unseen quality of His Holy Words as they flow across the earth.

    Come closer now. Listen as I whisper. And perhaps you’ll see God a little bit better and long to know Him more for yourself.

    God gives and God takes away. He is fire and flame. He Is. He is as He has revealed Himself in Jesus Christ in His Word. Jesus said, “Before Abraham was, I Am.”

    Stretching out past beyond past and in this moment and stretching out beyond time He Is. No idol can contain Him. No thought express Him. No word describe Him. He Is.

    Recently God showed me the idols I had made in my own mind of Him. I was appalled at the thought that I had set up idols and been worshiping them in my mind. Idols of who I had imagined He was. I broke them to pieces and shattered them. I ask God to remove them all from me and show me how to relate to Him. I had to let go of and give up all my pre-conceived ideas, knowledge, judgements, and my own wisdom of who I thought God was. I had to return to Him as a child. A clean slate if you will. After all this, then He began again… to renew my mind, my heart, and my will.

    He told me to listen to His Word, the Bible as we call it today, the Word from start to finish. To be washed in and by it. And so, I have and am. I am amazed how much the Word cleanses me. God whispers throughout His Word of who He is.

    So, will we listen? Will we get quiet and let Him speak? Like Elijah, will we wait until the flames, earthquakes, and winds pass by and then when we hear His still, small voice, will we approach and listen?

    His whisper is all we need. Like a wave crashing on the shores of our broken and parched soul, His whisper is enough to restore us to life. He says, “Live.” And we do. Father, thank you that you always hear me. Today, in this moment, would you fill the person reading this with Your peace? Will you calm the storms of life that rage around them? Will you quiet their heart and mind so that they can hear your whisper? Will you fill them with your Holy Spirit? I ask this all in Jesus’ name. Amen!

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  • Vision #9: The Spring

    Vision #9: The Spring

    B.P.K. – 11/07/2025

    I opened my eyes and saw…

    …that I stood on a dirt trail in the center of a great forest.

    The forest sloped upwards above me and downwards below me. This trail was cut through the dense underbrush of this forest. Bushes lines the trail to either side of me below the towering canopy of the trees above. No sunlight penetrated the forest here. It seemed to be lit in twilight. It was neither day nor night but sometime between. I listened for a moment but heard only stillness. Can stillness be heard? There was no wind. I looked around and saw that nothing was moving. No leaf wavered. No branch swayed. I had the sense that this place had never known the presence of a man before and I wondered how that was possible. I looked ahead at what I could see of the dirt trail and then backward at what lied behind me. Then I understood that I did not stand on a trail but a section of this mountain that had shifted suddenly, perhaps in some great quake or maybe a landslide of some kind. Something had happened to separate the upper part from the lower part creating the trail I now stood on. It was level and around a meter wide.

    I took note of a small tree that stood next to the trail near me. Its tiny trunk was curved as it had grown. It looked sad to me, or perhaps as if it carried some heavy weight as it had grown. It was the only remarkable thing around. The rest of the forest seemed unnoteworthy.

    I considered for a moment what I should do.

    “Walk this trail.” The whisper came then faded, not into the wind, but into the stillness around me.

    I obeyed and began to walk the direction I had been facing when I found myself here. The trail was easy to travel. It sloped slightly down, then slightly up. I came to a place where boulders and rocks had fallen across the trail. I climbed over them carefully and continued onward. It seemed that time stood still. The light around me did not grow nor fade.

    I walked for what seemed like a day and a night.

    Then, up ahead, I saw a sight that chilled me… a tree stood next to the trail ahead and it bent over. I walked up to it. Was it the same tree I had seen when I first had arrived in this place? I couldn’t tell. Had I walked around this mountain and returned to the same place I had been before? I couldn’t tell.

    I considered again for a moment what I should do.

    “Walk this trail.” The whisper came then faded, not into the wind, but into the stillness around me.

    I didn’t feel like walking the trail again, but I obeyed.

    The trail was easy to travel. It sloped slightly down, then slightly up. I came to a place where boulders and rocks had fallen across the trail. I climbed over them carefully and continued onward. It seemed that time stood still. The light around me did not grow nor fade.

    I walked for what seemed like a day and a night.

    Then, up ahead, I saw a sight that chilled me… a tall tree stood next to the trail. It bent over almost completely overshadowing the trail. I walked up to it. Was it the same tree I had seen when I first had arrived in this place? Was it the same tree I had seen when I had first rounded the mountain? I couldn’t tell. Had I walked around this mountain again and returned to the same place I had been twice before? I couldn’t tell.

    “Speak to the tree.” The whisper came then faded, not into the wind, but into the stillness around me.

    “And say what?” I asked, trying to keep the annoyance I felt from my voice.

    Suddenly, from all around me, the mountainside was blasted by a mighty wind. All the bushed and trees cowered from its onslaught. I crouched down to the ground trying desperately to keep from being thrown from my feet. Then, as quickly as it had come, the wind died away. The stillness returned.

    “Speak to the tree.” The whisper came then faded, not into the wind, but into the stillness around me.

    I didn’t hesitate this time. I looked at the tall tree that bent over the trail overshadowing it. I don’t know how I knew what to say but words flowed from within me, “Become a spring of water so that I might drink.”

    And it did. The tall tree feel and as it hit the ground it became a spring of water. Where its roots had been became the source of the spring bubbling up out of the mountainside. Its fallen bent trunk became a spring bed filled with a shallow glistening stream.

    I walked to it and knelt down. I put my cupped hands to the water and filled them. The water was cool to my touch. I lifted the spring’s water to my mouth and drank deep. I felt instantly refreshed. Life filled me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.

    …I let go and found myself returned.

    Read all the daily visions here:

    The Visions

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  • The “Seven 7s” Guide

    Woke up from a short nap today and God was immediately like, “Create a guide for the “Seven 7s” and share it on your website.”

    “Yes sir!” I replied still half-asleep.

    So… here you go:

    What is “Seven 7s”?

    The “Seven 7s” is a daily schedule for prayer and ministry that anyone can do. For 6 days a week 7 times a day: 7am, 9am, 11am, 1pm, 3pm, 5pm, and 7pm you plan to get before the Lord to pray, worship, and intercede for your family, for your friends, and for the world. Then after the time of prayer and fellowship with Him you do whatever ministry work God has given you to do. God made it very clear to me as I began this schedule that I must do this in holiness. Holy means set apart. He explained that while keeping to such a schedule the person was NOT to be on social media, NOT to socialize freely, NOT to read news, NOT to watch movies, and NOT to watch TV shows during the prayer and ministry time. These “7s” times are to be spent in a state of abiding Solitude, set apart to Him, to complete whatever work He has given you to do.

    Why follow a schedule like the “Seven 7s”?

    For me it has created a sacred rhythm to my days that focus me on the Lord throughout my day. This fills my thoughts with God throughout my day. It makes me stop whatever I’m doing and return to the purpose for which I was created. It reminds me to make God the most important part of my day.

    What to do during your “7s”:

    • Find a quiet place where you can be alone (Jesus recommend a closet in the Word).
    • Sit on the floor, stand, pace the room, bow face down before the Lord, lay on your back.
    • Pray: for your family, friends, coworkers, leaders, pastors, those being persecuted for their faith, those
      in prison, orphans, etc. Allow God’s Holy Spirit to lead your prayers.
    • Listen: be silent and still before God. Be still and know He is God. What does that mean for you and
      for those around you? etc.
    • Quote Scripture: remember and say aloud any scriptures you can.
    • Sing Songs/Worship: sing new songs to God, worship Him for all He is and does, praise Him and
      thank Him for things.

    Other thoughts:

    God has me writing the books of the book series during my Seven 7s… so I pray for between 15-30 minutes then sit to write one of the 7 books I am currently writing for 15 minutes – 1 hour.

    That’s just me… but whatever God has you doing in life… you can modify this schedule to fit in your days.

    If you work a job you can just set your alarms on your phone like this:

    And each time an alarm goes off you spend a few moments praying and thinking of the LORD, perhaps read a scripture.

    Download the guide here:

    Seven7s_Guide_v1Download
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  • Part 23: Solitude And Obscurity

    Front Cover, Back Cover, And Spine Artwork:

    Book Description: This book is a discovery of the active states of abiding in Solitude and abiding in Obscurity before the Living God. What is contained within these pages is the product of a pondering and prayerful exploration of both Solitude And Obscurity.

    This book is part 1 of “The Three-Sided Coin” mini-series within The Book Of Benjamin Kareth book series. This is denoted by the A1 on the cover and spine.

    A Glimpse Inside:

    Chapter 3: I See You

    I saw you as you slept,

    And I waited,

    I watched your eyes flutter as you woke,

    And I waited,

    You stretched and yawned,

    And I drew closer,

    You rose and began your day,

    And I waited,

    You drank your coffee, and you checked your sites,

    And I waited,

    I watched you as you walked through the door and off to work you went,

    And I waited,

    You called a friend as your drove,

    And I waited,

    I listened as you shared your life with them,

    And I waited,

    You laughed together,

    And I was glad to see you smile,

    And I waited,

    I put my arms around you,

    I protected you,

    And waited,

    Your day went on,

    In every moment I was there,

    My love surrounded you,

    In a million ways I spoke,

    But you didn’t hear, nor look up,

    And I waited,

    Your day ended,

    It was so full,

    And I waited,

    You began to wind down.

    Returned home,

    Dinner, TV, and all the things,

    And I waited,

    You glanced at my book once,

    But you chose other things,

    Then time was gone,

    The day had ended,

    You curled up,

    You slept,

    I wrapped my arms around you,

    Held you close as you slept,

    And I waited,

    Surely tomorrow you’d see me,

    As I see you.

    Chapter 4: The Seed Of Solitude

    Solitude is a seed. It is a living plant that is planted as a seed, and it grows up and matures and bears fruit day after day. As a seed it must be watered every single day. It is an active state, a current state, and a vital state.

    Ever since I was a boy, I have been drawn away to be alone, not by any desire to be alone or away from people, but a sense that it was vitally important somehow.

    There is a home video that my dad filmed on a camera when I was a kid and I still remember it vividly. In the video my dad, two brothers, and a sister that were alive at the time are with me. We are at a children’s park somewhere in Dallas or Austin. Dad is filming my brothers and sisters playing on the play land structures and slides… but I am nowhere to be seen. Suddenly you can hear my dad say, “Where is Benjamin?” And he swirls the camera round and round and finds me off in the distance by a tree. I am hitting the tree with a stick, lost in my own world and imagination.

    When I was 15 or 16 years old, I went on a mission trip with my dad to India. During that trip God gave me a song. I wrote it down and have sung it many times over the years:

    ——

    Come away, oh come away with me,

    Come away, oh come away with me,

    Would you call me Father?

    Would you call me friend?

    Would you call me faithful, faithful to the end?

    ——

    And the song repeats. It is the song God sang to me when I asked Him for a song. It is a call to come away and be alone with Him. It is a call to enter the state of Solitude.

    Solitude is not something I enjoyed at all in the beginning, but as time has passed, I have learned it is vital part of a deep and abiding relationship with God. In fact, you cannot have a relationship with God without Solitude.

    Solitude has been the birthing place of all that God has done in me these past four and half years. It is the birthplace of this book series. It was in Solitude that God laid out the vision for each book.

    Solitude is, as defined by Webster:

    1. the state or situation of being alone.

    2. a lonely or uninhabited place.

    3. the quality or state of being alone or remote from society.

    Solitude is vital and so important in a deep, abiding relationship with God on this earth amid our frantic modern lives.

    Meditate on this verse for a moment:

    “God is spirit [the Source of life, yet invisible to mankind], and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.”” – John 4:24 AMP

    Jesus said those Words.

    And consider:

    “But without faith it is impossible to [walk with God and] please Him, for whoever comes [near] to God must [necessarily] believe that God exists and that He rewards those who [earnestly and diligently] seek Him.” – Hebrews 11:6 AMP

    I trust that as we walk through this journey of the discovery of Solitude And Obscurity that God will open your eyes. I trust that He will teach you how Solitude And Obscurity are both to become an active, daily part of your own journey with Him.

    You are unique and God has a specific plan and purpose for your life.

    Do you have a family?

    Friends?

    Church?

    House church?

    A busy job?

    God has called all of us to go into the closet and shut the door to the world and pray (spend time with Him).

    Consider Jesus’ command to us:

    “But WHEN you pray, go into your most private room, close the door and pray to your Father who is in secret, and your Father who sees [what is done] in secret will reward you.” – Matthew 6:6 AMP

    I can only share what God has shown me personally about Solitude and ask that you prayerfully consider how to enter Solitude in your own journey.

    As I am writing this, I sense from the Lord that there is someone specific that this book is being written for, perhaps that one, is you?

    So, this is an encouragement and a hope for you who’s reading or listening to this longing for a deeper relationship with God here on this earth and in eternity to come.

    This book is for you!

    This is my personal definition of Solitude:

    Solitude is a state of being that fully acknowledges God’s existence and fully draws near to Him by leaving what is visible and entering and engaging with what is not visible.

    God told me recently and I share it here again:

    “The produce of Solitude feeds the entire world.”

    I am not going to break down these words of His for you but simply present them to you as they were spoken to me.

    For each of us Solitude looks different. It will always be us alone and away from other people. That won’t change. But what Solitude looks like in your life will be different than what it looks like in mine.

    For me it seems the Lord has called me to an abiding Solitude for this specific season of my life.

    For you it may be an hour in the mornings or perhaps an hour in the evenings. Or it may be on your lunch break at work. Or it may be in the car as you drive somewhere.

    In whatever place and for however long you are alone with God then you are in the state of Solitude.

    I pray that God plants a seed in you and that it grows up and into maturity for both the deep understanding and daily practice of Solitude.

    ——

    Steps

    I stand on the banks,

    Of the future,

    The banks of the past,

    The banks of the present,

    And there in front of me is You.

    You are beside me,

    To my left, and I turn,

    And you are to my right,

    Behind me, I hear your whisper,

    Walk,

    You say,

    And so,

    I take another step.

    And as I step, you step.

    And as you step, I step.

    And there is so much joy in the steps,

    And my heart is glad,

    Because you go with me,

    Into waters deep,

    And futures unknown to me,

    but known by You.

    I’ll take each step with you.

    —-

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  • Chapter 8: The Wide Lands

    Part 38: The First Incredible Adventures Of The Girl With No Shoes

    Chapter 8: The Wide Lands

    Anne walked across the grassy fields of the wide-open lands of this new world, this eternal world. She took it all in: the smell of the wildflowers, the birds flying overhead in lazy circles, and the fish jumping out of the water of the wide blue river. Everything seemed perfect here.

    Anne wondered how darkness had found its way into such a beautiful place. She was so lost in thought and in the sights and sounds of that place that she didn’t notice time going by, of course, in this place time had no meaning.

    “Hello there!” Anne heard a deep man’s voice yell to her from far up one of the hills off to her right.

    Anne looked up and saw a man walking down the hill toward her. To her he was very handsome. His eyes were dark green, and his short hair was a deep auburn color. He wore a simple long-sleeved shirt with black pants. He had a bag thrown over one of his shoulders and on this leather bag was the symbol of a trumpet woven in gold thread.

    “Hello there.” Anne replied. She continued walking forward, not sure how she should react to this stranger’s sudden appearance. After all, He was only the third person she had met in this strange eternal land.

    “I am Tuck.” The man said as he began to walk alongside her. “The queen sent me to help you along your journey.”

    Anne gave Tuck a sideways glance asking, “Oh, the queen? Which queen?”

    Tuck let out a laugh and replied, “The queen that pulled you from the pond not too long ago. Have you forgotten her already?”

    “I have not. I just don’t know anyone here yet.” Anne said.

    Tuck smiled and sped up to put himself in Anne’s path and lifted a hand to get her to stop walking. “Hold up for a moment please,” Tuck said. “Let’s start this out right shall we?”

    Tuck held out his hand to her and said, “My name is Tuck En. Nice to meet you, Anne Of The Light.”

    Anne smiled back at him. She took his hand, shook it, and replied, “Nice to meet you, Tuck.” She figured she might as well be friendly to him as she would probably need all the friends she could make in this place if she was to do what she had been brought here to do. “Are you the friend the queen said I would meet along the way?” Anne asked as they began to walk again.

    “I am that friend,” Tuck replied. “The queen told me she was going to call you today into our world and that you were going to help the seven realms push back the darkness that has encroached into our lands.”

    “The darkness,” Anne whispered and then asked, “How do I ‘push back this darkness’?”

    “Well, in our world everything is threes and sevens you’ll find.” Tuck began to explain.

    Anne cut in, “Like the seven realms?”

    Tuck laughed, “Yes, yes, like the seven realms. Now let me explain it all as best I can and then you can ask me whatever questions you have.” Anne nodded as Tuck continued, “You see in each of the seven realms there are three pillars of light. Each of these pillars of light are guarded by seven great warriors. These pillars of light hold each of the seven realms within the kingdom of the light. They push back the darkness that is outside of our world, which is always trying to find a way in. You are going to have to discover how the darkness found a way into our world and figure out how to push it back out.”

    Anne interrupted, “And how am I supposed to do that? I only just arrived here. What makes me so special? Why can’t any of you do this?”

    Tuck smiled and replied, “You are a child of the light. We don’t know why it has to be you; we only know that it must be a child of light. You were the child of light chosen for this. That is all we know. The queen knew that she had to call you out of the pond and into our world when she first saw the darkness enter our world.”

    The two of them walked in silence for a bit. Anne wondered what a child of light was. She wondered why she was chosen; I mean certainly there are other children of light out there besides her. Anne asked, “Aren’t there other children of light out there that could have been chosen?”

    Tuck laughed and replied, “Oh yes, there are many children of light in your world but only a few are called and only a few of those who are called are chosen. The Light chooses who is called and the Light chooses who comes.”

    Anne asked, “What is the ‘Light’?”

    “The Light is not a ‘what’ but is a ‘who’. The Light is the first and the Light is the last. The Light is the one who created all the worlds of all the worlds that are. The Light created your world, and the Light created our world.” Tuck explained in hushed reverence.

    Anne thought for a moment then asked, “Why am I called Anne Of The Light?”

    Tuck smiled and said, “Because you were born into the Light. The Light called to you, and you answered that call.”

    “I don’t remember being called nor answering any calling.” Anne replied. “I remember meeting the Light in my dream. He said that I belong to Him, that I am His. All He said was that I was about to embark on an adventure.”

    Tuck glanced at her to see if she was joking or serious and when he saw she was serious he said, “That’s a personal thing that happens between you and the Light. You alone know those things. All I can tell you is that here you are known as a child of the Light. The Light chose you and sent you here to do what you have been called to do. Others have come before you and there will be others called after you. I know that every child of the Light that is sent here has a purpose to fulfill.”

    The two continued walking across the wide-open grassy fields toward the narrow valley ahead. Anne noticed that the light was not fading from the sky, so she figured that there was no night here in this world nor did she feel tired at all here despite having been walking for a while now. She felt alive and full of endless strength, as if she could run and run and never get tired. Anne was glad to have a companion to travel this journey with, even if he was a stranger to her. If the king and queen had sent him then he must be trustworthy.

    Soon they found themselves standing at the very edge of the wide lands of grass. They both stared up at the towering cliffs of rock and the narrow passageway between them. The walls of rock were covered in ivy and grass patches here and there. Anne could see the darkness of the clouds that lie beyond the narrow valley.

    “Is there no other way to get to where we are going?” Anne asked.

    “No, this is the only way. We must go through the narrow valley and come out on the other side.” Tuck replied. “Don’t worry, the Light is with us, and He will make sure we reach our destination.” Anne took a deep breath and then took a step saying, “Well, let’s go then.” And the two of them walked up to and entered into the narrow valley leaving the wide-open grass fields behind.

    Thanks for reading! Check out the next book in the series to read the continuing story of the Girl With No Shoes.

    There will be a total of 7 books in this series of which 4 are currently available on Amazon.com.

    Find this book in Audiobook, Paperback, and Hardcover formats on Amazon.com:

    The First Incredible Adventures Of The Girl With No Shoes on Amazon.com

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