We arrived in Mariehamn in the morning and disembarked. We were immediately met by a couple of unexpected difficulties: the possibility that one teammate might have to cut his trip short because of difficulties at home, and the other was that the pastor couldn’t meet with us because he had to get his blood tested. So we began in worship, then launched right into prayer for both of these people and issues.
Isaiah is a missionary, called to Åland. We prayed for him, and one person saw a vision of him planting a sword into the ground. We believed this to mean that God is establishing him and his family here by His Word. We proclaimed Psalm 118: 15-17 for him:
Shouts of joy and victory resound in the tents of the righteous: “The Lord’s right hand has done mighty things! The Lord’s right hand is lifted high; the Lord’s right hand has done mighty things!” I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the Lord has done.
I saw God’s glory come streaming into the room, unstoppable. All of this was very encouraging for Isaiah.
Since we couldn’t meet with the pastor, who was going to give us a brief spiritual history of Åland, we couldn’t really do much of anything at the church. And we couldn’t check into our hostels until the afternoon. So we agreed that the best thing would be to go to the town history museum to teach ourselves something of the history.
So we walked to the history museum, but found it closed for renovations until August. On the way, we had seen and noticed a ley line between the city hall and the mariner’s school. This being a seafaring place, we decided that we could probably get the pertinent history at the Seafaring Museum.
First let me explain ley lines. A ley line is a straight line connecting old, ancient or prehistoric sites, and there are grids of ley lines that encircle the entire globe, connecting places like Mexico’s Pyramid of the Sun at Teotihuacan with Stonehenge. Ley lines reveal the existence of metaphysical energy and paranormal phenomena—in other words, demonic activity. The idea of ley lines is taken very seriously by satanic groups like the Masons, and can easily be seen in their architecture, for example the layout of Washington, D.C., which is on the same ley line that runs from Teotihuacan to Stonehenge. Want to know what else is on that same ley line? Ground Zero, Sandy Hook Elementary School, and Boston, where the marathon was bombed. If you keep following that line, you arrive in Damascus, Syria.
However, most Christians dismiss the idea of ley lines either because of ignorance or an unwillingness to spend any time on studies of the satanic beliefs. Whether you’re willing to believe it or not, there is something to ley lines. There is simply too much evidence to ignore—especially if you’re doing important prayer work like ours.
So we went to the Seafaring Museum and walked through, learning about the maritime history of Åland, and having some fun in the process. There were some nefarious doings in the past: piracy, smuggling, and tax evasion.
Our museum pass allowed us to go aboard a decommissioned cargo ship. I have to admit, I’m not crazy about being on boats. I grew up near the San Francisco Bay, and whenever family or friends from Texas came to visit, my parents took everyone on a cruise around the bay. Those cruises always ended up with me turning fifty shades of green and hugging the porcelain throne. The overnight ferry was okay, and I didn’t get seasick. But it would not be my preferred way to travel. If I had lived 100 or more years ago, I would have been one of those missionaries that packed all my worldly possessions into a coffin and sailed away, never to see family again because I couldn’t handle months on a boat more than once in my life—if that. So climbing around on that cargo ship and imagining what it must have been like not to even see land for months at a time made me very glad to have been born in this age.
Then we broke for lunch and to check into our hostels. That evening we finally got to meet the pastor, who wasn’t ill. He just needed some routine bloodwork done. Lars spoke to the church prayer group about Operation Capitals of Europe (OCE) and what we are doing there. They were greatly encouraged.
The following day we enjoyed a time of glorious worship, during which we were encouraged to freely speak our praise to God in our native languages. Afterward, we prayed to release an anointing of beauty, glory, and joy upon one of the worship leaders of the church.
I shared the dream I last night of a resistant door, but with persistence it finally opened. This encouraged the pastor, who said that he had long been praying and battling with the “resistant door” here in Åland—since 1982.
Then we walked to the City Hall, where we prayed to break that lay line with the maritime school. The pastor followed the prayers there with three blasts on the shofar.
Czar Alexander II named the city of Mariehamn for his wife, Marie. We prayed at the statue of Marie, and while we prayed, I was firmly gripping the statue’s fan. I didn’t know why, it was just one of those impulses that turned out to be a God-pulse. After our prayers, we declared Mark 11:22-24:
“Have faith in God,” Jesus answered. “Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them. Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”
At that declaration I felt the statue shift violently as though dropping several inches: ka-CHUNK. The pastor blew the shofar again. I tested to see if I could move the statue, but it wouldn’t budge. I told the others about the statue’s shift.
This is the statue of Marie. You can see the fan pointed down in her right hand.
Then we walked to the Parliament building and prayed there. The Holy Spirit led me to walk around the circle of flagpoles in a clockwise manner. There were twelve flagpoles, and as I walked, I felt like the Lord was saying that time is up for the unrighteous. Just as I got to the last flagpole, the pastor blew the shofar, which was not planned in advance, but was perfectly timed.
We walked to the entrance of the underground parking garage. We prayed under the government buildings and the pastor blew the shofar three times.
Back above ground again, we noted a fountain and a series of square gates. The Masonic architecture was obvious in the grounds of the government buildings. We prayed and worshiped at the fountain, then walked through the gates—twelve of them—praying and worshiping in tongues. Then there was a final, triumphant shofar blast.
Finally we walked to the office building where the president has his offices. It was noted that the president is not a Christian, but whenever he tries to bring in good reforms he meets with much resistance. We prayed to break all Masonic witchcraft off him, that he could be released from all spells and curses. We noted that it is God who places people in office, so we prayed, blessing the president and declaring that those who dig a trap will fall into it.
We also prayed that the president would open the nation to allow the Jews to return to Israel. He is a key man who can make connections with rabbis and Russian Jews here in Åland. Then the pastor blew the shofar three times for the healing of the nation, and our prayer walking was finished.
I feel like we accomplished a lot here. And in the end we found out that the difficulties at home had resolved themselves, so our teammate didn’t have to cut his trip short. God is good!