Friday April 1st, 2022
Recall of dreams overnight:
I was under some sort of oppressive force, and in the scene, there were others with me, yet I was up front, and was being forced to clean up something or die.
A guard or overseer, mean and angry, ready to kill, threw a huge bowl of very fine, tiny black and white grains into the air, into the dust, into the sand where we were standing.
I was forced to pick them out, one at a time, every single one, or all would die. The tiny grains, I could understand, were believers, and the evil overseer had scattered them all into the sand, some blown far away by the wind – where it ‘thought’ that we would never be able to extract ourselves, differentiate ourselves from the dust, dirt, sand – that we would be lost to God in this way.
Then a Heavenly “sifter” of some sort simply appeared and in one smooth motion: reclaimed, saved, sifted every one of the tiny grains, even the ones blown far off by the wind.
Saturday 2 April 2022
Early morning walking and things begin to flood into me, as He tells me, simply:
Write for Me “The Parable of the Black and White Grains”
It comes to me immediately that the “sifter” I had seen in the dream … was actually God’s very hand – not only could it gently but thoroughly scoop up the tiny grains (leaving the sand), but His unimaginable fingers picked out the wind-blown grains – Every One – not one was lost!
The evil is furious at this because it has taken this “tactic” of trying to mix us all, believers and non, together as though one mixes yeast into flour, making dough from which, it thinks, the believers could never be extracted, an unholy amalgamation.
I hear a derisive laugh, almost a spitting out of disgust, and then:
You understand well this attempt to knead you together as some sort of “bad bread,” for you know in your earthly sense that when food is “bad,” then you …
He waits for me to finish the sentence. “…throw it out …”. There is a snort of disgust.
As though if you, My precious children, were kneaded together with ‘bad yeast’ or horrible substances, chemicals, so that I could not … make you clean again?
And yet, My child, he wishes to actually make you “unrecognizable” to Me – as if that were possible! – by changing your very molecular structure (you say ‘DNA’), and perhaps worse, ‘kneading’ your very essence with non-human ingredients.