Weaned from the Breast of the Adam-mind (Danny Walters)

We long so much to be abiding in His place of things. We are operating for the most part out of a mind just below – of a state just below – and so our thoughts and impressions and understandings are so very inferior to the Mind of the True state of things. We may be abiding in the outer-bounds of this lesser state, and feel and receive kudos that we are ascending into His heights, but soon our nose begins to bleed – not because we’ve ascended into His upper atmospheres, but because we’re continually bumping up against the invisible barrier that separates this realm from His. Oh how we long to break through into that beyond of His open expanse of abiding, where the realities are experiential, satiating every thought and sense with the matchless wonder of Himself, meeting us with a personating elucidation, flooding to overflowing all capacities with palpable, corporeal realization; finding ourselves fully coalesced in the state of His abiding.

We have given ourselves over to a daily routine of drinking-in the matter of His indwelling deity. It is our daily bread, our water of life, the subsistence of the spirit-matter of our life; His life has become the bread of our table. And we are sensing that there is a power emerging, an intelligence coalescing, a Mind forming regarding our piercing through the husk of the temporal seed body of the adam-mind (Rom. 6:6). Being joined to His Life in the seed is giving rise to an activation of Mind, and even a seasoning or maturing of some elements.

We are abiding in His tabernacle body of the Holy Spirit, longing to fully become of the body which is Christ – which is the Christ in expression, in manifestation, appearing with power and great glory (Matt. 24:30); the Body which gives expression to the invisible. We are longing to become of that purposed tabernacle body of His olam-abiding; that Great City wherein the Lord God Himself has become the brightness of its lumination. Therefore we wait before Him in the holy of Holies, abiding within that secret place, awaiting the descending of His glory.

It is quiet here; sometimes deathly quiet. But sometimes we catch a glimpse of His majestic glory, almost as if He removed His hand after passing by. There’s a lingering fragrance that captivates us, filling all of our senses – we never want to leave this secret place of love’s communion; this cleft in the Rock. We will continue to wait, to press ourselves into Himself until one with that rock we have become, until our expression has become His. This tabernacle has become our home; nothing outside its curtains has any appeal. Even the requirements of the physical body become a bother to have to attend.

What a blessing it is to be granted access here. We’ve been linked to His ordination, become partakers of His heavenly calling. He is fitting us with His holy breast plate, where the Urim and Thummim are fixed to reveal His Mind in every matter that pertains to us.

We are being made all-one again, coalesced with His olam-Spirit essence. Wisdom is characteristic of The Name; the character of that Mind to whom we’ve been joined and are growing up into. His burning love has sparked a sincere flame in us. Loves burning has become our resting place, our light, our hope, our personal prophecy. “I have loved you with an olam-love, a never failing love; I will never fail thee”.

“O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty; nor do I involve myself in great matters, or in things too difficult for me. Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child against his mother, my soul is like a weaned child within me. O Israel, hope in the LORD from this time forth and forever.” (Psalm 131).