September 8th, 2018 - First Nations Women // Faytene Grasseschi

On this morning I woke up with an unusual level of glory hovering and a dream about North Battleford and First Nations women in Canada.

In the dream many of us were gathered at a “pre-North Battleford” event in North Battleford.  It was in a large facility (not a church), looked like a large barn or community centre facility.   There was a very tall and large stage, modern style.  No banners. Just stage.

Dean Briggs was up first to take up an offering.  I knew I had a word and so after Dean shared I approached him and gingerly asked if I could share it.

He said, “Sure, we still have time. The time allotment for the offering was 20 minutes (we had until 7:20).”  

I stepped near the front of the platform and had a strong sense that I needed to call them to sow into the offering as a Canadian.  I was speaking to them as Canadians, from a Canadian.  It felt like that was important.

In an instant there were about a dozen people around me on stage.  It felt like many of them were women and First Nations.

I also noticed a mature intercessor with a heart for Israel in the front row. She had just settled in and was eagerly, intently listening.  (To me she represented seasoned prophetic/intercessors for Canada – those who discern the times and know what Israel ought to do. She was listening.)

All of a sudden I was interrupted by a dignified First Nations woman.  

She was a Canadian First Nations woman with history in standing for Canada.  Just like I had approached Dean both gingerly, but confidently knowing I had something to share. This woman had the same posture. Both humble, but confident in what she needed to do.

I turned and faced her facing sideways on the stage (my left side to the people, her right). There were also some others standing with her.  It felt like they were woman.

She had a lot of oil in her hands. She took the oil and confidently threw it onto my hands.  I flew forward towards her.  It was a bit odd to me because  normally when the anointing hits you like that, you are propelled backwards. This was the first time I had ever been propelled forward in a moment like this. It felt a significant detail.

I then gathered myself together and stood back up to finish, aware that time was ticking in the allotted time for offering and unsure if I was going to be able to deliver in time because the anointing was so strong.

Right before I began to share, one of the First Nations women came and gave me some broken rail road tracks. They were rail road tracks from a toy rail road.  They had somehow been trampled during the anointing time but she felt she needed to put them back in my hand in the broken pieces they were in. I let her place them in my hand.

I then began to try start sharing with the people again.

I noticed there was now an open mic on the floor where the people were sitting and it was clear the a leader from a house of prayer in Thunder Bay had something brewing in his heart to share.

I began to share about how the Canada we had 5 years ago is not the Canada we have today. I was beginning to lay the groundwork for why we needed to sow into this time and fight for Canada.

In real life my son woke me up at that moment so the dream ended.

A few things hit me in the dream:

*Making room for divine interruptions.
*Watching for the voice of the Lord being released through un-scheduled vessels.
*The importance of Canadians speaking to Canadians
*The strong significance and anointing on the First Nations women.  It was riveting.  There is something very strong – perhaps the strongest – that God wants to release through the First Nations women for this hour.  I believe it is directly related the the level of assault and crushing they have endured specifically and the level of dignity that God wants to restore to them and through them. The anointing level on the woman who prayed for me was massive.  I submit this, but I feel strongly that God has a high assignment for the voice of First Nations woman right now.  
*The broken tracks are significant. I feel like this has to do with John A Macdonald’s railway and the injustices to the First People around that. When the anointing from the First Nations woman hit me in the dream, I was propelled forward and these tracks were crushed.  Even though it was not the focus of the prayer/impartation time, it was the result.  Maybe there is something in this that God wants to deal with, by His anointing, regarding the history with the building of the railway across Canada. The anointing will break the yoke of the historical injustices.  I also wonder if the reason they were toy/plastic tracks is that the Lord wants to encourage us that the historical pain is not going to be as hard to break through as we might think. The anointing will snap things easily when these First Nations women of dignity take their place and release what needs to be released.
After the impartation, the First Nations woman put the broken tracks in my hand.  I believe this was so that we would “remember” and carry a brokenness in our hearts (humility) going forward as a nation.  A posture to “remember” so that we don’t do these things again as a nation – on any level.