This is a multi-dimensional spirit, a spirit that permeates through all. Yet again this is established in Scripture as the breath of the Most High God was breathed into Adam into the earth that He molded into the vessel of His glory. Our revelation does not come from the earth, it comes from Heaven and it begins in Heaven, and then it grounds itself into the footstool of the Throne of God. So how do we practice these principles and put them into something we can use? Praxeologize it, if you will.
First, come into agreement that you are spirit, and that your spirit comes from heaven. Spend some time making sure in your own heart that these truths are true for you, and that you actually believe that Jesus ascended so that He could lift you out of your strongholds, which are flesh, and bring you into His kingdom, which is light. Then allow Him to. The way that it often hits my imagination as I'm lying down before the Lord is imagining Him reaching down with His giant hands and surrounding me with His grasp. However, this can happen and be just as real for you as anything else God will lead you to see. The reason why you will always find yourself sitting in the throne after you've ascended is that this is your starting place as you are in Christ. You have been seated with Him, and it's just a matter of seeing that so that it will be real for you. Many people who try to ascend or force out of body experiences never go through a tunnel that gets them very high, oftentimes they start just by getting out of their body and seeing themselves lying supine, and then traveling from there, again this is the opposite direction that God would have designed us to go, as it is starting from the ground up rather than starting from the top.
Spend some time meditating on the Love of the Lord, to make this reality real for you it could take hours, months, even years for some. The reason this is can be a multitude of reasons, but our God is a God who meets you where you are. Many times I think of the book "You are special." A short book really, one that I was given as a gift when I left my second-grade class in school for another school. The story is of a wooden doll in a village of wooden dolls, and these wooden dolls had a rating system for how each one was via a system of stars and dots. The more stars you had the better, the more dots you had the worse. There was one doll who had many dots, covered completely in dots, a doll who hated his life, oftentimes cursing the very day of his birth. He really got sick of the dots and decided that he'd just go home and never come out again. On his way home he saw a lady doll who had no stickers on her. He watched as people were pleased that she didn't have ANY stickers, and they would try to reward her with a star, but inevitably it fell off. This usually angered them to the point that they would try to give her a dot, but that too always fell off. This doll didn't know how she did it, so he kept following her until he watched her go to the outskirts of the village up a solemn path to a large house. The little doll didn't know where the path lead, so he waited until she got back. After some time, he spotted her walking down the path and stopped her, asking, "what was up there?"
She answered him "Up there is where Eli lives, the man who created us. You can go see him anytime you want, and he's always available." So the doll went up to the house with its a grand backdrop, larger than life carpentry tables and shoes that he could not tell whether they were attached to anything or not. He whispered "hello?" fearful of what he may find. Someone who saw him like the other dolls did? Someone who wanted to punish him for being such a bad doll?
"Punchinello, is that you?" the doll heard a voice. 'What kind of name is that?' he wondered, trying to reason with himself and his fear as he stood there waiting to see what might happen. He saw a face pop up from above the table with large blue eyes, intelligent and keen, yet compassionate and loving. "Yes I called you Punchinello, do you know how long I've been waiting for you?" The question took the doll aback. He ended up being taken into the lap of Eli the master crafter and hearing the entire story of how he, Punchinello, came to be. As he listened to how proudly the man talked about him the dots began to fall away one by one.
This story is a story that carved my childhood and has resurfaced in my adulthood and as such I have been reminded at just how much my Father in heaven has blessed me even when I was lost and searching. Now I'm simply walking deeper into His heart, getting to know His mind, and falling deeper in love with Him as my Groom.
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