Although travel took up most of the day, this, our first day, was an interesting and eventful one. We arrived in Malta and went to the home of our host. There we were given a briefing on the history of the island, which had suffered many invasions, and miraculously fought some off. Malta was also the most bombed place in World War Two. I remembered hearing this when I was on Malta almost three years ago (see Dancing in My Dreams).
Our host also shared that, based on the research of Bob Cornuke, the likely real place of Paul’s shipwreck (Acts 28) was not at St. Paul’s Bay, as Maltese legend has it, but just five minutes’ walk from the apartment where we are staying. So we took a walk down there, and began our prayers for Operation Capitals of Europe (OCE) Malta where Paul had come ashore.
We had a morning meeting at the Happy Hive Café. The Happy Hive was founded by the friends who hosted me on my first trip to Malta. We started the meeting with a time of worship. As we prayed, the issue of identity surfaced very quickly. Of the four Maltese people in attendance, two had exhibited a problem to simply identify themselves as being Maltese, instead they had each launched into a description of their foreign roots. So we gathered around the Maltese people, and prayed and honored their identity as Maltese.
I understood that worship would be a key to praying in Malta, so before going out into the city, I took the worship leader aside. Bruno is Maltese, and I encouraged him to bring his guitar on the prayer walk. He was happy to do so.
Lars had a word from the Holy Spirit to pray at the low places, so our prayer walking strategy for today targeted the low places of the high capital city of Valletta. We started walking at the City Gate that has been rebuilt in a modern, open style, and walked a large circle route around the city center. We prayed at the Prime Minister’s Palace. Afterwards as we walked through the gardens to the next place, we noticed that in the garden there was a fountain springing up like an artesian well. “Spring up, O wells!” was a phrase that had come to us during the time of worship.
We prayed at the War Rooms, which had been tunnels of refuge from the bombardment of cannonfire from invading ships, and more recently bombings of World War Two. Malta, as noted above, was the most bombed place in all the war.
Then we walked along the Grand Harbour to the Lower Barrakka Gardens where we prayed and had a time of worship. There Bruno told us of a vision he had while walking along the Grand Harbour. He strummed the guitar as he recounted the vision:
I saw an underwater bomb. They used to detonate bombs underwater to make bodies surface, so that they could receive a proper burial. This deep underwater bomb I saw made bubbles and ripples. The ripples were coming out of a central point and going out, getting bigger and bigger.
Then Mary, another Maltese, told us of a saying: “Go find a Turk.” This was said when someone is angry, as if to say: “take your anger out on a Turk, not on me.” I didn’t recognize the melody that Bruno was playing, but immediately the Holy Spirit gave me the following lyrics to sing to that melody:
Go find a Turk
And tell him about the Lord.
Go find a Turk
And love him in the Lord.
After listening to me sing it once, everyone chimed in and sang it with me several times, thus, redeeming the saying. We sang and laughed and prayed into the Maltese identity of hospitality (as in Acts 28) and healing. We noticed another fountain in the middle of the garden, with water springing up like the one at the Prime Minister’s Palace.
Next we looked across to the Siege Bell, which had been used to warn of invasion forces. To actually reach the Siege Bell would have taken about fifteen minutes of going down, across the road, and climbing back up to the Bell. As it was, we were only about 50 meters from the bell, and on the same level. As we finished our prayers at the bell, a softer bell sounded in the distance behind us. It was a joyous ring instead of that alarm bell.
After praying there, we proceeded on to the Knights Hospitaller Convalescent Center. There we prayed for an end to the secrets, secrecy, and secret societies; to bring all the secrets into the light. Even though these Knights Hospitallers (Knights of St. John) are very different from the Knights Templar, nevertheless, secrets are not good for a place that has suffered in secrecy and from secret conspiracies. The Knights of St. John gained some recognition in the evangelical world when Rick Joyner became one of them.
Then we walked to the Grand Master’s Palace/Presidential Palace, so named because it had been the palace of the Grand Master of the Knights and then was the Presidential Palace. In the piazza in front of the Palace there was another fountain with many places where water was springing up. (It was in this piazza that I participated in a dancing flash mob when I was here before.)
We stood outside the Palace and watched the changing of the guards, which is significant—a change of the old guard! Then we entered the courtyard and there in the garden we prayed. The skies began to darken and we felt a drop or two. We prayed for the rain to stop until our prayer walk was finished. Almost immediately the sun came back, shining brightly and the rain stopped, though the clouds remained all around. One teammate made a prophetic declaration for Malta:
I bless you with leaders who transmit life, in which they show favor to you and through that they open doors to you. I bless you with leaders who are steadfast and ask discipline and eagerness of you. I bless you with leaders who are a good example to you in relationship to other people. I bless you with leaders who make a way for you in difficult situations. I bless you in the name of the One who goes before you.
Finally, we walked to the Parliament building, which is by our starting point at the City Gates. There we prayed, and one person noticed a door marked “No Entry, MP’s only!” The remarkable thing about this was that the door was standing open. One of the Maltese men in our group made a prophetic act of entering the door. I did another prophetic act by placing my tiny travel Bible on top of the Parliament sign, declaring that all the laws and acts coming from Parliament will be done under the Word of God and under God’s authority. One teammate noted later that the Bible was gone from the place, so we prayed that the Word would be planted deep into that person’s heart.
We started the day again at the Happy Hive Café, and a local Maltese pastor and his wife, among other locals, joined us. After a time of worship and prayer, the pastor encouraged us to look for the hidden things, not just those things that appear on the surface. Because there are many secret things that lie hidden under the surface. He said this not knowing anything about the word Lars had gotten about praying in the low places. The pastor also prayed for the Maltese people to receive an apostolic anointing. Then as a group we prayed for Mary, commissioning her before she leaves the next day for a mission trip to Rwanda and possibly also for Uganda—on a one-way ticket.
After lunch we went to the Hypogium to go deep in prayer—deep under the earth, that is (remember we were supposed to pray in the low places). The Hypogium is an underground temple/burial place and a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The United Nations was created for the purpose of bringing about a one world government. Their charter doesn’t put it that way, but that is their goal, which will ultimately find its fulfillment in uniting the world under the antichrist. There is no doubt Masonic and Illuminati involvement in the United Nations. The UNESCO World Heritage Sites are places of religious significance, regardless of pagan or satanic significance. In fact, the WH sites are overwhelmingly satanic in nature.
Therefore, we prepared in advance by praying and writing Bible verses onto tiny slips of paper. All our activities inside the Hypogium were carefully controlled, and a guide was always with us. We had suspected that it would be like this, so we had agreed in advance that we would pray individually, each as they felt led. However, the atmosphere inside made prayer very difficult indeed. One teammate asked the Lord how to pray inside with the guard watching and so forth. The Lord answered, “It’s enough that you’re here.” Surprisingly we were able to get the Bible verses placed inside, unseen, and to sprinkle salt to purify in every part of the Hypogium. I asked a teammate to block me from the guide’s view as I leaned as far as I could into the room called the “Holy of Holies” and placed my Bible verse there.
After the tour we gathered and prayed on the sidewalk just outside the door, then the Holy Spirit instructed me to do the strangest prophetic act that I have ever done: spit on the doorstep of the Hypogium, as a sign of rejecting the death spirit/goddess spirit of that place. So I asked the other teammates to block me from the view of the guides inside. I took a big mouthful of water from my bottle and violently spat it out on the doorstep.
In the evening some of our group attended a local prayer meeting at the house of a Maltese couple. The worship and prayers flowed in the Spirit. This group has been meeting and praying for several years. No doubt it is because of their prayers that Malta has been a relatively easy place in which to pray.
One of the German members of our group knelt on the floor at the prayer group meeting. Without planning it, she was at the feet of three Maltese. One person asked her to tell them about her ministry of reconciliation. She explained that as a German, she feels led to pray and ask forgiveness for what her country did to their country. What the Germans did to Malta was to incite Italy to attack Malta. So she prayed and repented on behalf of the German people for what her country did to Malta. This was an important step before we leave Malta.
In the morning we joined a Charismatic Catholic prayer group—a very large group, at something like 70-80 people—for a time of prayer and worship. Although this is a largely Catholic group, there are people from diverse denominations and many different places. I found this thrilling. This is how the Body of Christ should be: One United Body, focusing on Who we have in common rather than our petty differences; and focusing on the task at hand: sharing the love of Jesus with a lost and dying world. I would love to see this kind of holy cooperation spread to Italy. We need to stop empire-building and start building the Kingdom!
Lars spoke to the group and shared the vision of OCE, then they gathered around and prayed and prophesied over us.
After lunch we went to the far side of the Grand Harbour from Valletta and prayed in several places:
By the water we prayed about all the people that had lost their lives in the harbor. A large number of water deaths is a sign of evil water spirits, so we read Isaiah 27:1:
In that day the Lord will take His terrible, swift sword and punish Leviathan, the swiftly moving serpent, the coiling, writhing serpent. He will kill the dragon of the sea.
The wind by the water was very strong and gusting forcefully, often changing directions. It could have been a reaction in the spirit realm. The wind continued throughout the afternoon, without letting up.
At Land’s End, Fort St. Angelo we searched for the place where it is said that the Jews had been chained at low tide and left to drown when the tide came in. We didn’t find any obvious place, but we did pray, repenting for the innocent Jewish lives sacrificed there.
In the enclosed garden area of Fort St. Angelo one of our Maltese hosts prayed in Malti, releasing a lot of things. As she prayed, one of us commented that she could hear whispering all around us that stopped as the prayers finished. At the end of her prayers a bell rang in the distance, and simultaneously there was the boom as of a cannon. We all rejoiced loudly.
Inside the Fort we were waved off by the guards, saying that the Fort is closed. But a couple of members of our group pleaded to be let in just for a moment to take a picture. In the meanwhile, a couple of others distracted the guards, chatting with them, allowing the first two to go far deeper into the Fort than the guards would have allowed. The rest of us prayed outside the door.
At the Inquisitor’s Palace where Jews were tortured and forced to convert to Catholicism or were chained at Land’s End to drown. Again we found it closed, so we prayed inside the waiting room between the Museum and the Tourist Office. This was another very difficult place to pray.
At the Provence Gate that had been the stronghold of the French Knights—the first land line of defense for the Fort.
After all this we went to the Happy Hive for a light supper there. The wind continued, and it howled and gusted all night, seeming only to get stronger and stronger.
The Morning After our Last Day / Travel Day
We must have stirred something up because besides the wind, right outside my bedroom door at 4:00 this morning I heard a German Shepherd bark—one single, audible, snarly bark. I know it wasn’t a real dog. It was a spirit. Cristianne, a German colleague, has been praying and repenting on behalf of the German people, so the spirit was probably angered at what she’s been doing—and Cristianne has been in every capital so far doing the repenting and reconciliation for the German people. When the defeated enemy’s forces are angry, you know you’ve accomplished something big. God is good!