We are a people spread across the world with a passion for helping others see Jesus as love, and to see themselves through God's eyes of love.

What We Do

Blue Flame Ministries provides demonstrative teaching on the truth, authority, and power of Christ, and prayer for individuals both in person, and over the internet. There are several schools and marriage ministries offered each year. We support our local communities with ministry for the homeless, and prayer over the land at the regional and national levels worldwide. Our story is found in two books, "Terraforming For the Kingdom," (also known as Terra4ming) and "Cessor Journeys,” and continues with each sequel published annually. This website has free audio, video, and documents to help you learn more.

When & Where?

On December 31, 2013 God fulfilled a vision that He gave us years ago of land with trees, grassland, and a river running through it. Most of our events are held at Arubbah (Hebrew for ‘floodgate’), a stretch of approximately 310 acres (125 hectares) in southern Tulsa County of the State of Oklahoma, USA.
Every Tuesday we hold a night of worship and prayer at Arrubah // We have prayer appointments every friday and saturday // In August we will hold our annual August Rush Reunion // More Events >


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Be Still Stories: Chapter 5

Restores 1/22/2018 Atop peak of mountain, a whisper wound within me. “Just pray.” For the forty three years since, those words have kept me bound to the One who ever listens and always responds. The past year plus a half, has found me winding myself around those words as tightly as I can. For I sit upon a globe that veers violently away from that which my heart beats toward. Those with the need to be “right” howl for blood while those with the longing for righteous know beyond knowing that the blood given for all, is so much more than enough. Day by day in the months gone by, my eyes have seen ink spilled upon paper, fonts flaming across screen, spelling doom and dire. My ears have cupped overturned words full of doubt and despair. A few words sown together like a tattered garment.

“Prayer doesn’t work anymore. Vengeance is victory. “ Words don’t quite come to tell of the toll these have tried to take upon my heart and hope.
I hear the bleat of bereft, but I cannot go. For I am not deprived, robbed or stripped. Bankrupt of beauty I am not. Eternally bound to its pursuit and finding I am. For to take my eyes from the allure of that which has been allotted to all and every, would allow heavy and hindrance to swallow me whole. And keep me from being His taste and see. I would falter and fall and no longer fathom the bounty broken and buried. The tethered truth of this is what led to the prayer I couldn’t resist and the testimony th...
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Cessor Journals | January 22, 2018