Wednesday 5 July 2023

Recalling a dream overnight:

I was working, leading, teaching, and there was wonderful energy flowing among everyone there. Everything seemed good until there appeared some very negative people. The energy crackled and disappeared. These people, whom I somehow ‘knew’ and didn’t like immediately, sought to oppress me and put me down, stop anything good. “You’re nothing,” they sneered.

It was so unpleasant I had to force myself awake and got up to go into the bathroom. As I got up, I began to bless them, bless the ones who would hurt me. I began to sing “The Blessing” under my breath.

The Lord bless you
And keep you
Make His face shine upon you
And be gracious to you
The Lord turn His
Face toward you
And give you peace

I stepped into the bathroom – it was pitch dark, because somehow, the small nightlight was off. This was unusual because it’s ‘always’ on.

Yet before I could really consider that, I quietly closed the door and whispered, “The Lord bless you …” – and the light came on.

I heard nothing but turned around to look at what I felt was the presence of someone else. In the low glow of the small nightlight, I saw no one, only my reflection in the mirror. Yet there was a spiritual presence, as physical as someone standing next to me.

I could not utter another note, but all the dark, negative energy had vaporized, leaving nothing but Peace, and a return to secure, dreamless sleep.

Wednesday 21 June 2023

Recall of three dreams overnight:

1. A number of us were moving cattle; it was hot and dusty. We were on horseback herding them along, but an enemy had set sticky netting alongside a creek bed, where the cattle would go for water. They became entangled and we had to dismount to free them. The netting was like thin, white, very sticky tape and as the cattle got tangled in it, the netting actively tried to wrap itself among their legs, rendering them immobile. One by one, we were able to cut them free. Each time we cut a strand of the sticky netting, the rest of it became weak and useless.
   
   
2. I found myself in a garden area with high stone walls, and open, arched entrances leading to other structures I could not really see. It was cool and dark, almost too dark to see, but there were beautiful trees and cultivated plants all around. I sensed motion just ahead of me, in some branches just above eye level. It was a nest of three baby owls. A parent owl had just delivered some carrion for the young, but only enough for two. I stepped much closer, and the smallest owl which hadn’t been fed, spoke to me in a tiny voice: “Oh good, you’re here! Lean over, I’m going with you.”
   
   I simply ducked my head slightly, and the little owl, not much more than a ball of fluff, dropped off its perch onto the back of my neck. I was wearing some sort of tunic with a cowl pulled back. The baby owl rolled itself down my neck and into the folds of my pulled-back hood. I could feel its warmth and tiny heartbeat as we left the garden.
   
   
3. There was a city setting, with university buildings along a busy street. On the other side of the street were taller offices and businesses. I was walking out of one of the offices, getting ready to make my way across the university campus, because that was a shortcut to the transit system, and on to some airport. As I crossed the street, I ran into Julius Erving, and he and I fell into step together as we walked along. We were talking about some business or technical things when we stopped at an open-air stand to get iced coffee. There was chatter coming from inside a nearby restaurant and we heard a name mentioned.
   
   That name triggered a common recognition in us both and we began to talk about someone else we both knew, someone who was not well. “I can go see him,” I said, “because he’s closer to where I’m living.” Julius replied with a huge smile, his eyes were full of light, “Man, you tell him I love him, and to get up and get going again! Tell him we’re going to do something soon and I want to see him!”
   
   We slapped hands and set off in different directions; he was heading downtown, and I began to walk quickly between the campus buildings.

Sunday 11 June 2023

Recalling dreams from overnight:

Judith and I were with a crowd of others – our church, the remnant – and we had a large old truck.

We had rescued and freed a number of ‘political’ prisoners and were slowly driving them through city streets to some sort of official government “palace.” The remnant walked along behind the truck.

As we arrived, the buildings looked imposing, but they were evil things, reeking of lies, arrogance, greed, corruption, pompous monuments to false rulers. The evil rulers, acting like kings surrounded with potentates, thought we were bringing the prisoners for judgement – but oh, how wrong!

We drove the truck, with all the people following, through the outer entrance, into a large courtyard, and through another gate. Then without any effort, drove the truck up the steps of the main building and into a large ornate “court” room or “throne” room. The prisoners hopped out of the back of the truck, while the “rulers” and sycophants began to scatter and run for the exits.

The large room had been cheaply gold painted and strewn with silly gilt-edged framed portraits of the false rulers. There were rows of ornate windows high on the walls. Suddenly the room and entire building began to transform itself into a working space, with tools, workshops, storage spaces, all with wooden walls and ceilings. The feelings of happiness and usefulness were tangible.

While I watched from a distance, Judith was fixing the drivers-side door of the old truck, demonstrating to the other women how to do it. She was drilling and riveting the metal pieces together. The truck itself seemed to smile.

Natural light began to once again flood in through open doors. Everyone had work, and tasks to accomplish; sounds of laughter rang through the air.

Tuesday 6 June 2023

Music in my ears first thing: “Amy”, Pure Prairie League.

Dreams overnight:

1. An office/work setting, dark and frustrating. I saw someone there whom I worked with, someone I need to pray for, because he was under a major attack of darkness pressing on him.
   
   
2. There were long involved scenes with family and many others in very unsettled and uncertain circumstances. There was a large snake in our house that was hiding and wouldn’t leave. Before I could go after it, rain began to pour down and a flood began. Everyone had to leave immediately.
   
   I was the last to go, standing in a torrent of water sweeping past my feet and rising. The snake turned bright green (it had been brown and mottled, camouflaged) and started swimming towards me. I was now in water up to my chest, but standing on something solid, some sort of submerged raft. There was no time to get my knife out as it came at me, so I grabbed it by the neck, putting both thumbs on its throat and squeezing until it died. It was trying to whip me, wrap itself around me, but I wouldn’t let go until I had finally killed it.
   
   I hadn’t realized how long it was, but I began to gather up its coils until I could hurl it far away. I heard myself roaring louder that the flooding river around me.
   
   The submerged raft then swept me along to reunite with my people.

Wednesday 31 May 2023

Dream recall:

I found myself overseeing (or in some position of authority over) a railway or rail-transit system. The entire system needed repair or restoration, as it was dirty, run-down, poorly running and people didn’t like to use it. Worse, no one trusted the system; it was obvious to me in the dream that neither the people working with all the trains, nor the riding public trusted those who had been ‘in charge’ of it for so long.

As I stepped forward, the “management” (that is, the existing un-trustworthy ones) were on my left and behind me, over my left shoulder. They were saying to me “we don’t want any major changes, you understand, we just want you to make all the workers work harder and be more efficient.”

But as I walked away from them and into the train stations and train yards, I spent all my time talking with everyone who worked with the trains, everyone who cleaned, fixed and maintained all the equipment and stations. When they knew there was someone listening carefully, from the heart, passengers began to come forward as well, and collectively, they knew exactly what to do.

I could no longer even hear or see the original managers – they had simply faded into the background. Now there was a wonderful sense of purpose and direction as the individual trains and stations began to be clean and safe and smoothly running. The whole system took on a happy atmosphere, with greetings and ‘hellos’ ringing out across the platforms, the conductors recognizing regular riders, and helping those who needed assistance.

Suddenly, though, when the trains began to run freely again, some dark forces again began to insert themselves. I was taken from an outdoor station to one of the major hubs, and there, cameras had been installed on every lamppost, on every overhead support. I was taken into a dark, enclosed ‘control room’ so they could show me how each individual person on any of the train platforms would be identified. There were large monitors showing people being surveilled, with green boxes around each one, and smaller green text appearing with individual identification.

I heard myself saying calmly: “Stop this right now. Take all those cameras down and stop doing this.” There were dim voices protesting in the background, but one by one the little green boxes began to vanish, and the monitors began to switch off. I could again hear the calling out of the train conductors announcing their leaving or arriving and hear a happy bustle of activity.

There was more work to be done, and I was moved again to a more remote area, where some of the station buildings had been so neglected that walls of the stations had fallen down. Shoulder to shoulder with other people, we raised entire walls up and began to set the stations right again. As the walls were raised, there was cleaning out of weeds and animals that had been living under them. As I began to wake, I could see new construction, and completely new structures being raised again. There was a wonderful sense of ownership and independence.

Thursday 11 May 2023

Dream recall:

I was in a studio or computer laboratory, with banks of monitors everywhere. Standing at the back of the room, I watched and listened as a group of people with bad intent were dissecting audio and video segments, down to the millisecond. They were extracting and manipulating what had been spoken, to identify and exploit it for blackmail or fraud.

They were scrolling through long strings on the screens, looking and listening for exact words, tones, frequencies of what had been spoken.

There, there!” they were saying, as streams of spoken words streamed past. “There! That’s the stuff we can use! Get that!”

I knew I was in a very bad place but in the semi-darkness, could not find the door to leave. I did not want to be seen, and really wanting to get out of there, I forced myself awake.

Wednesday 10 May 2023

Two dreams overnight, and calling on Jesus for rescue:

In my first dream, the world had seemingly fallen apart, there was only shadowy light, swirling clouds of smoke from burning, destroyed homes & buildings. The land itself seemed to be burning, and there was little or no food. People were roving everywhere looking for something to eat. I had gone out to look for food and had been swept into a gang or mob that was breaking into buildings to steal money, to buy food.

The gang had set upon a bank; there were glass doors and it still had electricity, so the lights were on inside. The contrast between the clean, well-lit interior, and the gritty dark street, with a dirty gang breaking in was striking.

The doors were breached, and we were inside, taking silver coins from “vaults” that seemed to be zippered leather pouches on the walls and in the floor. I had a handful of coins and just wanted to get out. My hunger was physically painful, and I was remembering the ones who were waiting for me to return with some food. But we were spotted, and the alarm was sounded. Immediately armed guards appeared, and I was being arrested, tied up and taken away.

I was shaking and terrified, and all around me there seemed to be walls of red and black flames. It was not blood-red, but an evil red. In my terror, I recognized the flames were a horrible satanic, demonic entity, and it was all around me.

I forced my eyes open, and the dreams stopped for a moment. I was scared, breathing hard, sweating. The instant I closed my eyes again, the dream-state returned, with red-black fire all around, and people taking me to a horrible place. Terrified, I began to call out the name of Jesus, to say his name over and over again.

I was saying “Jesus, son of David, Jesus Messiah, save me!” I kept saying it over and over, and when I thought I saw the horrible fire start to flicker lower, I forced my eyes open again. I stared out into the dark, asking “Lord, what is this?”

Again, when I closed my eyes, the dream-state returned, and I was back in the terrible place. I returned to chanting “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Messiah,” over and over. I have no concept of how long this battle went on, I just had enough strength to keep saying his name – until He came. Everything shifted, the red-black flames vanished as he saved me.

We went away from the scenes of destruction to some quiet place. He made me sit with my back to a tree while he made a small fire to warm us, and he sat with me by the fire until all the terror and fear left. There was only flickering firelight and Jesus sitting, talking with me.

“You are forgiven; Do not do wrong, for you are meant for something more. Now rest”

I fell into a deep, blessed sleep of safety and total comfort. Rest, as I’d never understood it.

While in this deep restful place, I had a second dream. I was far away from home in a sparkling shop or a sort of apothecary workplace. I had traveled there to get a set of seven essences or liquid spirits for Judith. The shop was low-ceilinged, beautifully illuminated through cut-glass windows, with twinkling, spinning light-catchers hanging down. There was conversation, murmuring in the background as I gathered up the seven crystal bottles, which were tied together by a fine silver chain around the necks of each bottle. They appeared to be a light-blue opalescent glass, with facet lines running through them. Each had a small glass or crystal stopper.

But one of the bottles began to leak, and it emptied out. I went to get help from someone there who showed me how to refill it; the essence was like liquid pearl. It leaked out again, until I was shown that the liquid itself could also help to seal the stopper. I gently daubed it around the stopper and neck of the bottle with my fingers, the essence leaving behind a fine dusting of shining particles. I put the seven bottles in a soft cloth bag, tucked them in inside my jacket, and gave my thanks and good-byes.

As I left the shop, someone was there to meet me, a friend who had some special telephones or radios in a nearby building. He helped me send a message to Judith that ‘all was well’, and I was on my way home.

Friday 5 May 2023

Dream recall:

I was high above America and saw tribes of people being gathered. There were eight major tribes, I clearly heard the words “…like Asher and Dan …”, but I was not close enough to identify any specifics about the people in each tribe. These were very large groups of people, and some had animals with them.

They were being gathered and moved about in very specific shapes or configurations, much like puzzle pieces. Initially they were very square or rectangular, straight-sided box-like shapes, but they rapidly evolved into fluid, dynamic entities, not yet mixing with any other tribe, but adjusting to the terrain as they moved.

As I was watching, there was a sense that this was a good and right thing to be happening, that all the tribes, all the people were moving as God was directing, and that they were all safe and cared for.

As soon as that feeling of well-being washed over me, I was swept up and taken to the steps of what appeared to be a large capitol building, although it was changing shape in real time – it could have been a temple or holy structure. It was large and imposing with columns and marble steps.

As I began to walk towards the building, a man appeared next to me, on my left, walking with me. It was clear that we were supposed to be going together. We began to walk up the steps, and the building began to transform into some sort of clock-like machinery with many intricate moving parts. But it wasn’t running right, and clearly, that’s why we were there, to fix something. The man had in his hands a small, fine-threaded bolt or screw, but it was deeply corroded, covered in rust and dirt. Somehow, I had pulled a stainless-steel brush out of my back pocket and began to clean the piece, gently brushing it until its original condition began to become almost new again. It had a knurled head and as we got closer to the main part of the machinery, we could see where it was supposed to fit.

The gears and spinning machinery would need to be stopped, to come to a period of rest before we could make the repair. As I began to wake from the dream, I realized that there was no caretaker or master of the house, and I would have to search for the place where the machinery could be gently brought to a stop.

Monday 1 May 2023

Dreams overnight – I had three dreams in a row, each with the same theme: I was tasked to rescue or recover someone. Each was distinct, markedly different, I can only clearly recall two, as follows:

• I found myself in some sort of university environment or scene. Something made me feel like Princeton, but it could have been anywhere. I had been called to the residential section of a campus where the professors and university administrators reside. A frantic woman meets me at the door to one of the large brick houses on a tree-lined lane. Her husband – I know in the spirit that he is very senior at the university – has realized that the institution has been engaging in horrible research and lying about it. Everything he has believed in has been exposed to be false. He’s nearly gone mad, and has disappeared, perhaps to do something extremely dangerous, maybe fatal.
  
  “You’ve got to help him! He’s gone off the deep end and you’re the only one he’ll listen to! Quickly, this way!”
  
  She leads me to his office, library, private study, but I already know he’s not there. We go in and there is a secret exit door revealed behind a large wall of books. I can see out the office window to the driveway below and know he has taken one of the cars and sped away.
  
  The woman looks out also and gasps, “He’s taken the Saab!”

In an instant, I find myself driving one of the other cars, going after him. I know he’s taken the Turnpike southbound, and I am flooring it until I find the place where he tried to make a full-speed U-turn. There was dirt and mud strewn in a huge arc as the car had been forced first hard to the right, up a steep earth embankment, and then hard left as though to swing across the median. The Saab is abandoned, having rolled over.

I see him in my mind’s eye, not far away. I hear my voice sending a message in some non-audible frequency, “Wait! You’re OK. Everyone will listen. I’ll listen right now!” As soon as he stops moving away, the scene changes.

• I’m in a city waterfront environment and there’s a manhunt going on. A man has taken his young child – I think it’s a little boy – and is trying to get away. I hear my spirit asking him “From what? I know you’re running away, but from what?”
  
  The answer comes clear instantly: He’s trying to protect the boy from something medically not good for him, but the man can’t stop them, so he’s taking the child to try to escape.
  
  My spirit leads me away from the chaos on the streets and into a series of low arched tunnels, slightly below street level, but right at the water level. I remember thinking, “It’s a lot like Venice.” There are small boats tied up in remind me of watery parking spaces. I follow the trail of boy and man to a smaller tunnel off to the left where I find an open grating that let them drop down into a small boat. I can see him frantically, awkwardly trying to row or paddle away. His hair is wild in the strong wind blowing over the waterway.
  
  “Slow down, you’re safe!” I am breathing this out over the same non-verbal frequency as before. “No one’s going to get you!” I see him stop struggling, see the little boat settle down, and the scene changes again.

Friday 28 April 2023

A horrifying dream from which angels rescued me:

I was being physically tortured, beaten, and worse. I could not tell where I was but someplace like an abandoned home. There were four or more men who had taken me down, beaten me with their fists, kicked me in the groin, kidneys, face. It was getting sadistically worse by the minute. They weren’t trying to get any money or information out of me, they were just going to torture and kill me for their pleasure. The pain was like a red curtain, but I wouldn’t cry out or beg them to stop. My mouth was smashed, I was gagging and spitting out blood.

“Just say you like it, and we’ll stop!” They were taunting me and screaming at me, laughing with every hit.

They tied my hands and began to burn me with a hot iron. Screaming with laughter, “Say you like it!”

And suddenly, suddenly, there was silence. I didn’t understand what could be coming next, but somehow the red-hot iron had been thrown away.

Something, someone was behind me, I could feel, and I picked up my head enough to look at my torturers. Their screaming and laughing had stopped, and they were backing up, their faces were terrified, their mouths open in fear. They had dropped their knives and bats because their arms were hanging limp; any strength in them had left. They were immobilized.

A massive, mighty angel appeared just to my left. Ten, twelve feet tall? I couldn’t even understand his power and size. Silver-white, broad chested, with a flowing sliver cloak or robe blowing over his shoulders, down to his feet. His arms were huge and muscular, and he was holding a sword in his right hand; it rippled with white flames.

The men who had been torturing me were suddenly stripped naked, frozen in place, and they were sweating almost as though they were beginning to melt. I could feel the heat that was beneath them, and they knew, with horror, that the gates of hell were opened behind and below them.

The huge angel touched his sword to the knots and ropes around my hands, and at that instant, dozens of smaller healing angels appeared, each tending to some damaged part of me. Gently their fingers took the tape from my mouth, and somehow one of them inhaled from my lungs all the poison and pain there. Others were healing my knees and ankles with their touch, and still others were pouring balm on my burned flesh, over deep cuts, over smashed flesh. Everything was being restored, balm being poured over my head and running over me.

My eyes were cleared, and I watched as the men in front of me were now being moved into the most horrible place I had ever seen or smelled. The heat was roasting them from the inside; it was a desert-like scene with cacti everywhere that they were stumbling into, now able to scream aloud. Their feet were smoking on burning sand, and snakes were striking at them; still their arms were immobilized, so they were only able to stagger and fall forward and down, down into an even more horrible place than this. The stench was sickening, and the angels made a breeze to low it away from me.

There was more: as I watched my torturers falling further away, more figures began to appear in the hell-gate portal, a steady stream of them. There were men and women in suits, or judges’ robes, or doctor’s coats when they appeared at the gate, but they, too were stripped naked and sent silently screaming into the place where you burned but never died.

My healing was accomplished, and the smaller angels stood me on my feet. I felt blood pulsing in my legs and arms, I could breathe deeply. The horrible portal began to fade and close, and the mighty angel looked me full in the face, unblinking. His eyes glanced at the closing gate, which made me look at it again, and he said:

“You must never go there, that judgement is irreversible. The One who loves you, who sent your rescue, He alone is Holy. Turn to Him with a right heart, even when you stumble and fall. Stay with Him and stay far from this place.”

There was suddenly cool night air, and I was standing alone outside a house where I knew that a moment ago, I had been inside with friends, family, laughing and loving.

I awoke with a start, wondering if I had been screaming aloud in the dream.

“Thank you, my Lord Jesus, keep me close. Forgive me, I repent, I forgive.”