Hindsight tells me this all really began in 2001. My husband and I were privileged to host a series of hospitality dinners for our Church in hopes to stir up the pot, so to speak. No pun intended…. These dinners were designed to mix up a rapidly growing congregation of saints (reaching about 900) which had a need to become plugged in and connect with others merely on a social level over good food and lighthearted fellowship. One of these dinners made an indelible impression on my heart.

There were generally about 20 guests each month. A team of six of us prepared a formal, sumptuous, pampered, scratch prepared, five course dinner, pulling out all the stops. That is to say—we were considerably well off and in possession of all the good stuff such as restaurant grade foods with all the trimmings—you get the picture. I am not one to hoard. All the good stuff was given to us by God to bless others.  So that’s what we did with it—and continue to do so. Anyway, there was one dinner that stood out. Six guys from a rehab house showed up. I was quickly impressed by these clean-cut looking men, mostly in their mid-30s, as I recall.  They had a great time and mixed in with ease. Now please understand. This was the first experience I had had with up-close substance abuse—bottom line—drug addicts. I never considered that I would ever be entertaining drug addicts in my home.

These guys did not “look like” drug addicts to me. I was accustomed to seeing such people on the streets of east-end Vancouver, dishevelled, begging, or dropped against a building in a state of stupor. These men were, as I said, all clean-cut and apparently ordinary folk.

At the end of the dinner, while all the other dinner guests made their way about the living room and family room to continue the relaxed fellowship we became accustomed to witness, one man remained at the white, linen covered table. He was softly weeping. I stepped over and sat near him and asked if he was ok. He was one of the guys from rehab-mid-30s. He wiped his eyes and said, “Yes, thanks.” But the tears continued to flow, so I waited. He was looking down at the white linen tablecloth as he sobbed. He lifted his eyes from this thoughtful gaze and looked at me. “I just don’t understand why you would invite me to your home and make me welcome.” He wiped his eyes once more, now able to speak out what had brought him to tears. “No one has ever invited me to their home—ever….” I was speechless. His words gripped my heart, and I knew then that I would never see these souls the same again. It was a God moment. His compassion, mercy and grace flooded my heart for these men that He had placed in our home.. In hindsight—He was preparing us for something we did not understand then…but a time would come when we did understand….

Alison Teed

Hindsight tells me this all really began in 2001. My husband and I were privileged to host a series of hospitality dinners for our Church in hopes to stir up the pot, so to speak. No pun intended…. These dinners were designed to mix up a rapidly growing congregation of saints (reaching about 900) which had a need to become plugged in and connect with others merely on a social level over good food and lighthearted fellowship. One of these dinners made an indelible impression on my heart.

There were generally about 20 guests each month. A team of six of us prepared a formal, sumptuous, pampered, scratch prepared, five course dinner, pulling out all the stops. That is to say—we were considerably well off and in possession of all the good stuff such as restaurant grade foods with all the trimmings—you get the picture. I am not one to hoard. All the good stuff was given to us by God to bless others.  So that’s what we did with it—and continue to do so. Anyway, there was one dinner that stood out. Six guys from a rehab house showed up. I was quickly impressed by these clean-cut looking men, mostly in their mid-30s, as I recall.  They had a great time and mixed in with ease. Now please understand. This was the first experience I had had with up-close substance abuse—bottom line—drug addicts. I never considered that I would ever be entertaining drug addicts in my home.

These guys did not “look like” drug addicts to me. I was accustomed to seeing such people on the streets of east-end Vancouver, dishevelled, begging, or dropped against a building in a state of stupor. These men were, as I said, all clean-cut and apparently ordinary folk.

At the end of the dinner, while all the other dinner guests made their way about the living room and family room to continue the relaxed fellowship we became accustomed to witness, one man remained at the white, linen covered table. He was softly weeping. I stepped over and sat near him and asked if he was ok. He was one of the guys from rehab-mid-30s. He wiped his eyes and said, “Yes, thanks.” But the tears continued to flow, so I waited. He was looking down at the white linen tablecloth as he sobbed. He lifted his eyes from this thoughtful gaze and looked at me. “I just don’t understand why you would invite me to your home and make me welcome.” He wiped his eyes once more, now able to speak out what had brought him to tears. “No one has ever invited me to their home—ever….” I was speechless. His words gripped my heart, and I knew then that I would never see these souls the same again. It was a God moment. His compassion, mercy and grace flooded my heart for these men that He had placed in our home.. In hindsight—He was preparing us for something we did not understand then…but a time would come when we did understand….

Alison Teed

A timeline for the following dreams and the vision was difficult to determine without reviewing my journals (1500 pages). I don’t recall recording the first dream in a journal, so my only recollection is that I knew it was not connected to or inspired by 9/11. I have removed several dreams as they are more a personal directive. The only reason I included Jesus on the Road is that it is directly pertinent to Alberta and the growing revival here.

1. Dream of the plume
2. ***Visions of the eagles
3. Dream of Jesus on the road
4. ***Dream of the multitude

• Dream of the plume:

Circa 1999-2002

In a dream I stood in my back yard in White Rock, BC where friends had joined us for a barbeque. I turned to look south-east and saw a great plume rising from the far south-east. I knew that I was looking across the border to the east coast of America. I awoke. I knew when I awoke that the plume was nuclear. I knew this was not 9/11.

• Visions of the Eagles:

Circa 2003 (Fasting and prayer)

In March of (circa) 2003 I attended a Todd Bentley conference in Mission, BC. During worship, I experienced two visions of eagles. (The first is not recorded here, as it is not relevant to this documentation.) Thus continue to second vision….

I continued to worship, experiencing a second download. I saw in a vision another Great Eagle. On the right wing of the Eagle was a woman. She had long, wavy blonde hair and was laying on the wing, clinging to its edge. They were moving swiftly above and between large clouds, heading from west to east. There was a very bright light in the far distance at the furthest edge of the clouds in the east. There was a clear image of an angel on the right of the Eagle, moving in unison. I had an impression that there was a second angel moving along side on the left. I asked the Lord, “Who is the woman?” He responded, “The woman is you.” I knew the Eagle was God.

(This is very amazing. At the time of this vision my hair was short. I had no intention of allowing my hair to grow, nor did I know my hair would be wavy until it grew long. I never considered the hair until 2011 when I commissioned Janice Van Kronkhite (Met her at Pat King’s confer in Phoenix) to paint the vision for a book cover.) Another amazing thing about these visions. The message preached that session of the conference was based on the “eagle”! God is not a God of coincidence!

I had no idea what God was showing me above the clouds. I sensed the bright light in the far distance was the Lord’s return. The light was not the sun as it spread across the distant edge. And yet it was not that far away as we moved swiftly toward it. It was not until I was in Southern Alberta that I asked the Lord what was happening below the clouds. I knew that there was something pretty significant going on that He had not revealed.

• Jesus on the road:

Perhaps 2004/5:

I dreamt that a crowd had gathered along both sides of a road. I realized that the people were waiting for something and I pressed to the front of the crowd. Then a man on a white horse appeared. He was dressed in white. I could see that it was Jesus. He was moving from east to west. As he passed by He turned and spoke to me, “Join the ranks.” I immediately stepped forward to join those marching behind Him. I knew it was an army and I knew I had been honored by the invitation. I felt joy. Then as I moved forward I looked down at myself and said, “I have lost my armour.” I awoke.

From that point I knew I was to pursue the full armour of God. This took some devoted study for a number of years. I knew the Lord would put me into His ranks when I was properly dressed.

Oddly, I knew the dream took place on a road just east of Calgary, Alberta, Canada. I had no intension at that time of moving to Alberta. Alberta was not in my mind in any way. I pondered this.

• The multitude:
• CANADAS JOURNEY TO CAPTIVITY
• “Write down the dream, telling the main parts.” (Dan 7:1)

Feb 2014: First made public November 18, 2015

I dreamed I was standing in a very large, lush, grassy, open field. There was a man and a woman standing with me. I was facing north watching a great multitude of people of all nations slowly walking from west to east. Some were dressed in their native garb. One was carrying a small palm tree in a pot. Others were carrying banners (pennants) representing their nations. The land was chard and completely burnt. There were charred snags of trees left standing amongst the people as they walked. There was a clean division between where I stood with the man and woman in the green grassy area and the charred land where the people walked.

I said, “Oh, no.” (Meaning…”No way am I having anything to do with this.”) I turned and ran toward the south. There was a fence extending along the south border. The land on the other side was also grassy and lush. I knew that if I could get to the other side of that fence I was free. I would not have to deal with this people I saw. As I came near the fence a bull appeared from the east. It too was looking for a way to the other side of the fence. He could not find a way nor would he allow anyone else near the fence. It was trotting in my direction. I knew I could not make the fence in time and turned and ran back to where the man and woman were standing. I looked again at the multitude still moving slowly east. I knew the multitude included all people, Christians as well. I felt distress. I sensed I was supposed to do something for these people and I didn’t want to. But a sense of conviction pressed me to give in and I said, “I will go.”

To the east of the large, lush field stood a forest of green trees with a road running from south to north along the edge of the forest. The road also ran through a small cluster of green trees at the edge of the burned off area so that I could not see where these people were headed. I knew that if I could reach them…head them off before they went past the road, I would help them not continue heading in the direction they were heading. I knew that it was not hell they were heading into. I turned and ran as fast as I could run toward the road and to warn these people…. I awoke.

The Holy Spirit has since given me the interpretation of this dream. His instruction to me for now is to only tell the main parts. As He opens more of the revelation I see how this connects with the Great Eagle and the woman on the wing, and also the dream of Jesus on the road and Alberta’s revival. Please note: the spelling of “Canadas” is exactly how the Holy Spirit instructed me to record this. This will unfold as He reveals the full extent of the dream.

PS to the images. Scans are not the best method of documenting, I can see. The dream of the multitude illustration is a pen and ink and charcoal. It should come out clear. I will try a photograph image. Also the Multitude image is posted much shorter than its actual measurements.  It is an 11 X 17 image, so as it appears here it has lost the impact of the vastness of the dream.  For now it is published as is. I welcome your comments….

SCRIPTURE REF FOR WHY PRAY 1 & 2

Including a poem by Alison Teed: HOPES AND DREAMS AND HIM

Judg 1:3

 …”Come up with me to my allotted territory, that we may fight against the Canaanites; and I will likewise go with you to your allotted territory.” NKJV

2 Sam 10:11-12

…”If the Syrians are too strong for me, then you shall help me; but if the people of Ammon are too strong for you, then I will come and help you. 12 Be of good courage, and let us be strong for our people and for the cities of our God. And may the Lord do what is good in His sight.” NKJV

Eccl 4:1, 9-12

1 Then I returned and considered all the oppression that is done under the sun:

And look! The tears of the oppressed,

But they have no comforter —

On the side of their oppressors there is power,

But they have no comforter.

9 Two are better than one,

Because they have a good reward for their labor.

10 For if they fall, one will lift up his companion.

But woe to him who is alone when he falls,

For he has no one to help him up.

11 Again, if two lie down together, they will keep warm;

But how can one be warm alone?

12 Though one may be overpowered by another, two can withstand him.

And a threefold cord is not quickly broken. NKJV

1Sam 23 David inquired; God said, David said, God said

2 Therefore David inquired of the Lord, saying….

4 And the Lord answered him and said….

10 Then David said, “O Lord God of Israel….

11 …And the Lord said….

12 …Then David said…And the Lord said, NKJV

A POEM BY ALISON TEED:

Hopes and Dreams and Him

Stirring, waking, turning,

Sensing His presence.

He waits patiently as

I come to full awareness.

We talk—me first, of many things:

The past, the present, the days to come;

The children, parents, friends, the world;

Hopes, fears, dreams of the future.

Intimacies every one.

He talks then:

Reassuring, promising faithfulness and caring;

Comforting, consoling.

I hear the birds begin to sing.

He’s listening to them.

Still time to rest before the dawn.

Rest on He whispers, rest on.

I move in close to him,

Nestled under the shelter of His mighty wing.

Content, secure, I close my eyes,

And sleep with thoughts of future plans,

And hopes and dreams and Him.

Alison Teed  © 1992

Ezra 10:1-2 weeping and confessing

Now while Ezra was praying, and while he was confessing, weeping, and bowing down before the house of God, a very large assembly of men, women, and children gathered to him from Israel; for the people wept very bitterly.  NKJV

Psa 75:1 Thanksgiving

75 We give thanks to You, O God, we give thanks!

For Your wondrous works declare that Your name is near.  NKJV

Psa 76:4, 6, 7 Praise

4 You are more glorious and excellent

Than the mountains of prey. NKJV

6 At Your rebuke, O God of Jacob,

Both the chariot and horse were cast into a dead sleep.

7 You, Yourself, are to be feared;

And who may stand in Your presence

When once You are angry? NKJV

Psa 77:1, 11-14 He hears

1 I cried out to God with my voice —

To God with my voice;

And He gave ear to me.

11 I will remember the works of the Lord;

Surely I will remember Your wonders of old.

12 I will also meditate on all Your work,

And talk of Your deeds.

13 Your way, O God, is in the sanctuary;

Who is so great a God as our God?

14 You are the God who does wonders;

You have declared Your strength among the peoples. NKJV

Psa 94:17-19 Hope

17 Unless the Lord had been my help,

My soul would soon have settled in silence.

18 If I say, “My foot slips,”

Your mercy, O Lord, will hold me up.

19 In the multitude of my anxieties within me,

Your comforts delight my soul. NKJV

Psa 95:1-3, 6-7 praise and worship

1 Oh come, let us sing to the Lord!

Let us shout joyfully to the Rock of our salvation.

2 Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving;

Let us shout joyfully to Him with psalms.

3 For the Lord is the great God,

And the great King above all gods.

6 Oh come, let us worship and bow down;

Let us kneel before the Lord our Maker.

7 For He is our God,

And we are the people of His pasture,

And the sheep of His hand. NKJV

Psa 96:9 humility

9 Oh, worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness!

Tremble before Him, all the earth. NKJV

Psa 138:1-2, 6 intimacy

1 I will praise You with my whole heart;

Before the gods I will sing praises to You.

2 I will worship toward Your holy temple,

And praise Your name

For Your lovingkindness and Your truth;

For You have magnified Your word above all Your name. 

6 Though the Lord is on high,

Yet He regards the lowly;

But the proud He knows from afar. NKJV

Psa 139:13-18 intimacy

13 For You formed my inward parts;

You covered me in my mother’s womb.

14 I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

Marvelous are Your works,

And that my soul knows very well.

15 My frame was not hidden from You,

When I was made in secret,

And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

16 Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.

And in Your book they all were written,

The days fashioned for me,

When as yet there were none of them.

17 How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!

How great is the sum of them!

18 If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;

When I awake, I am still with You. NKJV

Psa 141:5 Intimacy

5 Let the righteous strike me;

It shall be a kindness.

And let him rebuke me;

It shall be as excellent oil;

Let my head not refuse it. NKJV

Isa 30:21 Hearing His voice

21 Your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying,

“This is the way, walk in it,”

Whenever you turn to the right hand

Or whenever you turn to the left.  NKJV

Matt 20:32-34 What do you want Me to do for you?

32 So Jesus stood still and called them, and said, “What do you want Me to do for you?”

33 They said to Him, “Lord, that our eyes may be opened.” 34 So Jesus had compassion and touched their eyes. And immediately their eyes received sight, and they followed Him. NKJV

Matt 21:21-22 You shall ask and you shall receive. Decree and it will be done by the authority given to you by Jesus.

21 So Jesus answered and said to them, “Assuredly, I say to you, if you have faith and do not doubt, you will not only do what was done to the fig tree, but also if you say to this mountain, ‘Be removed and be cast into the sea,’ it will be done.  22 And whatever things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive.” NKJV

Acts 3:16 healing, faith believing

16 And His name, through faith in His name, has made this man strong, whom you see and know. Yes, the faith which comes through Him has given him this perfect soundness in the presence of you all. NKJV

STANDING IN THE GAP; MAKING UP THE HEDGE: Ezek 22:30

I can see now that my prayers are  not as ineffective as I sometimes think.  Nor are yours!  I don’t care if you only have 3 words to say to your Heavenly Father, He is waiting to hear your voice! If this outline works for you, please use it.

There is something else that I should share with you or you might think this is all there is to it when I comes to getting what you want from the Father.

The whole thing comes down to a trusting relationship back and forth between us and our Heavenly Father; His Son, Jesus (our Lord, Saviour and soon coming King!) and the Holy Spirit. If you ever have an opportunity to ready my book, Voices Crying in the Wilderness, A call to prophesy, I share my testimony of salvation and a rather unusual Father/daughter relationship that began instantly.

I was so privileged to experience a personal visitation the day I called out to Jesus and asked if He was really there. I was 31. I was sitting in our public library reading a book my mother sent me entitled, The Power of Positive Thinking, by Dr. Norman Vincent Peal. There was a mention in Dr. Peal’s book that people often turn to God for help and the reader might consider this. I asked and Jesus showed up! Right there in the public library! An undeniable presence suddenly enveloped me. I sat motionless while people browsed through magazines and strode back and forth before me. I was afraid to move in case the presence left. I couldn’t hear a thing around me, only the sense of this consuming presence.  I don’t know how long I sat in the arm-chair, but suddenly had an urge to go and find a Bible. I mean a Bible I could purchase. I went off to I can’t remember where, and purchased the biggest King James Bible I could find. People today complain that the KJV is too difficult for new believers. Not this new believer! I began to read and could not stop. I read, and read, and read, often for 8 hours a day. Revelation poured out of the pages and it felt as though I had been thrust forward in time…years ahead. After three years alone with my Heavenly Father, He instructed me to find a church. So off I went, knowing only from the Bible that I needed a church that “immersed”. Meaning, a full dunking baptism. I took out the Yellow Pages (in the 70s that’s what we used to find a telephone number or an advertised business or service.) I found a 7^th Day Adventist church after calling a few numbers. “Yes, we do full immersion.”

“This must be the one,” I thought. And off I went that Saturday to locate my new Church. (My family was raised Anglican, but I knew after reading my Bible and receiving so much revelation, that this was not what God wanted for me.) On my way to my new church I was passing by another church set back a bit from the street. I had a sudden urge to pull into the parking lot and sensed God wanted me to go inside. This was Saturday and I knew this was not a Saturday kind of church, but I moved on into the building. There were a few people standing around between the pews, a few with guitars casually tuning and singing bits of songs. I went over to them and asked, “Do you immerse?” They all kind of chuckled and assured me they did. I asked if I could come to their church and they welcomed me heartily, informing me of the service times the next day. I told them I didn’t know anything about their church and would I need to kneel down? They all laughed again, assuring me that I would not need to kneel unless I felt led to do so.

So for 3 years I had already been communicating with my Heavenly Father. I spent many hours on our local beach which spanned several miles along a sandy shore. Here I met with my Father for long walks and talks. I talked to Him and He answered, mostly through the scriptures. If you check out David’s relationship with the Father it is a running conversation: God said, David said, God said.

90% OF MY TIME SPENT WITH THE FATHER WAS IN THANKFULNESS AND TALKING ABOUT MY MARRIAGE AND WHAT I NEEDED TO DO TO MAKE IT BETTER. It wasn’t about “Gimmee, gimmee, my name’s Jimmy” (another one of my mother’s “no, nos”). I continue in that attitude today. Thanksgiving just naturally flows from my lips. I think this came from my mother. “Be thankful.” “Be thankful.”, was her response to any whiney kids or complaints. It is so natural I don’t even notice I am doing it. It comes forth from my heart all through the day and night, even when things are not going in the direction I think they should. Holy Spirit has spoken a number of times over the years…”If the crops fail, if there is no grain in the barn, yet I will praise You (paraphrased). Not only that my heart pours out my praise to Jesus for everything He has done. I talk sweet-talk to Him and He talks sweet talk back. There is no doubt that His banner over me is love. I might think I am inadequate, others might think I am inadequate, but Jesus has never once implied or spoken to me that I am inadequate, even with the many, many chastening Words.

I hope without me saying so, you can see the intimacy between me, my Father, my Lord Jesus and His Holy Spirit. Sometimes this is all God is concerned about and our requests come directly to His attention. He looks into our faces as we look into His and He is more than willing to answer our cries for help with His love and acceptance. Why pray? I know you are never too tired, too defeated, or too low to come boldly before your Father’s Throne in time of need, He will strengthen you, He will help you. Love Him by following His Word and He will swiftly reply to your pleas. Papa, please help me! Amen.

I have been healed more than 25 times.. Some definitely life threatening. Intimacy, intimacy, intimacy. If you are a father, you will surely relate to the joy in your heart when you hear your child’s voice. So it is when He hears your voice. (My brother called me yesterday. I was so excited just to hear his voice! Can you imagine what it means to our Heavenly Father when we call Him?!)

He has bestowed so many blessings on my life that I can’t even count them all, many from unspoken prayers. He loves to give us the desires of our hearts. Do not be afraid to come boldly before your Father and ask. He loves, loves, loves you!

God bless you as you turn your face toward His and tell him what is in your heart…good or bad. He has the answers and He wants to show Himself strong on your behalf.