One night as we started praying the Lord showed me a beautiful vision; it was like a painting coming out of heaven.  

I saw painted in the clouds, rays of blue and purple and from out of it came forth the Holy Spirit's chariot with angels and white horses.  He was riding down from heaven on a river and the blues and the purples mingled with the spray of the water and the clouds.

I realized how different this chariot scene was in contrast from the one I saw over Washington D.C.   That one was red and orange and deep bronze as He rode on flames of fire.  Then the Holy Spirit was in the drivers seat and with fierce determination he called forth his prophets to do battle. 

This scene was totally different.  The Spirit of the Lord was riding upon a river.  He was seated inside the chariot and his countenance was full of peace and gentleness and tender mercy.  I looked down below and saw that the river that the chariot was riding on, was springing forth from a beautiful fountain on earth. There were voices of songs coming forth from it.

The chariot of the Lord with his train of Angels, it was almost like they sailed down the river, which came to a stop by the fountain.  It was from here the river began out of hearts of worship.  The ornate chariot was ivory and gold and the horses were pure white with golden hooves and diamond blue eyes.  The team came to rest next to the fountain.  It was like glass, so beautiful with many tiers – it was a fountain of tears in the natural and in the spirit.  And there were not mermaids of the fountain, but the worshippers of the Lord – his maidens. 

I thought, when the Lord would come, he would be ministering, but this was his place of peace.  The horses grazed and even the angels were at rest.  These were the gentle still waters of the Great Shepherd.  It was a time for the Marys of Bethany to sit at his feet and wash his feet with the tears that sprang forth from the fountain.

 And then they were given golden ladles blessed by the Lord from the hands of the angels and instructed to dip them into the waters of tears.  As they did the tears became oil and perfume – anointing oil.  Many people had gathered wanting to be near and touch the Spirit of the Lord.  The worshippers dipped the ladles into the fountain and poured upon the peoples' heads the anointing birthed from the tears as we sang of our Lord.  And then the healings began: healings of house and home and family; healings of the physical, the spiritual, the financial well being.   And the people received and did not go away sad, but full of peace and the love of the Lord.