Wednesday 19 April 2023

Dreams overnight:

I was shown a globe-like view of the earth and several extremely strong magnetic anomalies. One was in Alaska, which was circular shaped, one in California which was elongated, running the length of the state, and one in South America.

Thursday 20 April 2023

Dreams overnight:

Strange and disturbing, a long, very detailed dream with crisp imagery. I found myself in a large, high-ceilinged room full of people in gray and black suits whom I knew to be CIA personnel, quietly discussing and outlining assassination schemes and plots. We were in the Middle East, Qatar or Abu Dhabi, but people were explaining to me that they could change the outside setting if they needed to so that it would appear we someplace else; I heard the name Mogadishu and Doha.

Out the windows, I could see views of a city waterfront – I knew they were artificially generated, but they were perfect to the eye.

A man sitting close to me in a light gray suit was asking if I had everything ready, and I was asking him who was armed, who was carrying weapons, who could be trusted. He gave me a slow wink and with his eyes, showed me who among the many people were in on the operation. I was being introduced, being talked about – I heard my name clearly from some people nearby.

Suddenly there was a commotion and people scattered into the shadows as a procession of dignitaries and aides began to arrive. They were leading a group which included a crown Prince and other heads of state. Slowly they came through an ornate entrance hall and then into very large rooms. The openings to the rooms were Persian archways, and the great rooms had high, vaulted ceilings, with ornate red and gold coverings.

I had a terrible foreboding of something about to happen. The tension was electric and almost crackling. Even in the dream state, I felt my stomach clenched in anticipation, knowing that at any moment horrible events were about to start.

To break the spell, I forced myself awake, sweating, with a seasick feeling.

Wednesday 12 April 2023

Recalling dreams overnight:

In the first dream, I had a dream within a dream. I had gone to someplace by the ocean or a bay for a business meeting and stayed overnight. Early in the morning on the day of the meeting, I had a crystal-clear dream with two sparkling revelations. When I met with two people I knew, we were outdoors, the morning was bright and clear, with the water shining in the background. We were standing next to some small boats with a warehouse in the background, and I was telling them what I had just dreamed.

The first revelation was this: Every classified or secure network had been severely compromised or was going to be within days. I was saying the names of the networks: SIPRNet, JWICS, CWAN, GWAN, and more. They were shocked, incredulous and began to panic.

The second revelation was that it would be a world-wide event (not only US networks would be exposed but all other countries as well), perpetrated by well-known persons. Yet after the initial shock of the exposure of so many secrets & lies, there was about to be a massive collective sigh of relief.

Because I was recalling a dream within a dream about deeply secret networks, I began to have feelings of swimming upwards until I came out of some thick water. Then immediately I was taken into a second dream.

I found myself with some close companions; we had been sent on a mission to someplace on the coast of the Mediterranean, heavily guarded. In the dark, we quietly made our way into a vault-like space with a hatch embedded in the floor. My job was to pick the lock, which involved both physical tools, picks and levers, as well as some cipher manipulation of codes. The lock and hatch opened to reveal a pool of greenish water. One of our team was thin and lithe so we held him by his feet and lowered him headfirst down into the hatch until he could retrieve the devices we had come for.

They were small metal units like removable computer hard drives, about six of them of various shapes and sizes. We had no sooner wrapped them securely and made our way back to our boat when an Indian submarine appeared, cruising by to investigate. But we slipped past them out of the harbor because our boat looked so dirty and unimportant.

There was a short scene of dividing up at an airport, each person taking one of the devices and stowing it in their backpack or carrying bag.

I woke with a start. “What was this, Lord? What should I do with this information?”

Tuesday 14 March 2023

Dream recall:

Judith and I were in a warm semi-tropical place, walking, being guided along a path or road, under a canopy of overhanging trees. There were other people around, but I did not recognize or know anyone.

We were being led and guarded by Indian warriors, I would have said Sikhs by their clothes and turbans. They were out in front of us wielding curved swords, and killing snakes that were lurking in the trees.

The snakes were very large, green and brown, but our guides were easily dispatching them and tossing them off to the side as we moved along.

One of the snakes wasn’t quite dead though, and in front of me I saw a woman walking past it. With its last life, it struck her on the back of her right thigh. Its fangs had been broken by the Sikhs, but with whatever it had left in its mouth, it made a bloody and poisonous bite. The woman screamed and I could see her leg already swelling up.

Instantly the Lord Jesus appeared. He was dressed in soft white, long dark hair over his shoulders. He was ahead of me, so I could not see his face, but more like a profile.

With a single motion of his hand, the snake released its bite, was killed and thrown off into the brush along the road. He made another almost imperceptible motion and the woman’s leg was instantly healed, poison gone, no swelling.

Before I could even say anything, a brilliant white sword appeared in my right hand, a sword which He had somehow handed me or put in my hand. The hilt and grip were like pure white silver, and the blade was not broad but thinner and very long. The blade itself was glowing white, dazzling, giving off its own light under the canopy of trees.

Wordlessly I was made to know, instructed, that this was for me to use on any remaining snakes. I was to pierce their heads, not just slice at them.

Tuesday 28 February 2023

Dreams overnight:

I was in the barrio, it was warm and all around was music and people speaking Spanish. There were beautiful old cars slowly driving by in both directions, the chrome and fenders sparkling.

Suddenly I was pulled back from the street and into an area of thicker vegetation, overhanging trees, tall grasses and bushes. A large snake appears, python-size, slowly moving towards me. From the trees overhead, two powerful jungle cats leap down; one was jet-black, panther-like, one was tawny with dark markings. They pounce on the snake, clawing and biting it, and it whips around, fleeing for its life.

Thursday 19 January 2023

Dream recall:

I was in a high school football game, on a cold, rainy late afternoon. An away game, it was late in the third quarter, and we were getting beat badly, and getting beat up. I hadn’t gotten in the game at all, so was jumping up and down trying to stay warm. Everyone was thoroughly soaked (no fancy rain jackets in those days), and the field was a mess. The guys who had been in were mud-splattered and gritty.

We had just punted, and there was a timeout, the defense getting ready to go out. With a jolt, I heard my name called, and: “Get in there and cover right, outside!” I jogged on the field, mud splattering; my uniform was so clean next to the others, I felt very conspicuous, like I had a light on me. No one said too much, just a few eye contacts. They were all pretty miserable and just wanted to get out of there. I was dispatched out to the right and no one seemed to care, because in the rain and wind there wasn’t any passing at all, so covering somebody meant their receivers had been jogging through their routes, not really serious. The other team (in the South-Central Penn conference) had a big line and big star running back, #28; our defense had spent all afternoon getting pushed around and run over.

They broke the huddle, and their wide receiver jogged out to my right. He looked at my clean jersey, and over the crowd noise and wind I heard him say something like: “…don’t worry, it ain’t comin’ this way …”, and stopped paying any other attention to me, he was looking up into the crowd for his girlfriend.

As I looked at their offense, time began to slow down. They lined up like they were going left, but I knew – I saw them telegraph it by all looking that way – that they were going to fake that way, pull a guard and come right. It was a good thing that time slowed down, in fact, almost stopped, because this whole dialog ran through my head:

‘I can do what I’m supposed to do and cover this guy, and no one will even be paying attention to us, and neither one of us are even involved in the play at all. He’s going to jog out about 10 yards and turn to the inside, but by then, 28 will already be through the line and being tackled in mid-field. Or … I know no one is even looking my way and I know what’s going to happen, and I can make a play. It’s a gamble, just a little, because there’s a chance that the quarterback might look up at the last minute, see a receiver completely uncovered, and lob him an easy pass for another score. But there’s something else I know, I know they’re getting careless, ‘cause I can hear their coaches yelling at them, and I can see them smirking. I also know that they’re ‘way ahead and now all they want to do is hurt somebody, to hear a guy grunt in pain, or see him wince. And there’s something else I know but don’t know why: 28 had changed his shoes. In fact, some of their linemen had changed shoes, too.

So, I can do the sort of safe thing, or I can mess up their schemes, even for just one play. It won’t win the game, but look at my guys, they’re almost gassed, and I gotta do something!’

Time speeds up again, something is yelling “Go at full speed.”

The count started, no one even glanced to the outside, and I slid left, took two steps to the inside. I heard faintly the coaches yelling “Cover, cover!”, but I had a totally clear path to the handoff. At the snap, I shot in – full speed – and crashed into the quarterback and 28 at the moment of handoff, driving them both down and back. A clean hard hit They were shocked and really mad, knocked down in the mud, barely hanging onto the ball. The whistle blew, we rolled, pushed and shoved to get back up, fighting and pushing. 28 was furious, spit at me, said something I couldn’t hear over the yells of my guys, pulling me up and slapping me. Their coaches are screaming at them, sending somebody else in at back.

Second down and 17 or 18 now, for the first time in the game, they might have to throw, so I go back to outside cover, watching the receiver’s eyes and expression, but he doesn’t have a clue what just happened. For the first time in a while, the quarterback looks left and right, glaring at me, but our guys are yelling back and digging in. They don’t pass, and try a half-hearted run up the middle, which is covered for a few yards.

Their coaches are in full throat again, and 28 comes back in. He glares at me, too, and turns around to look at me from the huddle. Something’s coming my way.

They’ve switched receivers and this outside guy is looking like he might be the target. But whatever the coaches might have called, they hand off again, start to the left and come back across towards me. 28 is hot-dogging it, stiff-arming someone into the mud, almost laughing. He’s holding the ball out one-handed, taunting guys to come at him. He sees me coming at him and speeds up to make a knockout collision. But someone almost gets to him, makes him change direction. His face is between a laugh and a sneer as he casually flips the ball from his left hand to his right. He turns back to line me up – but I’m not where he thought I’d be, trying to tackle him. Instead, I’ve gotten position to hit him under the arm and use both of my hands knock the ball out.

The ball squirts away behind the line and there’s a roar and a scramble. I’m trying to get up, get untangled from 28, but I see him actually kick at me, and feel a red-hot pain in my thigh. I put a hand out on the ground for leverage and 28 steps on it as he leaps into the pile. There is another red-hot pain all the way up to my shoulder, and blood mixed up with the mud. I think they’ve got the ball still, but some 10 yards back and they’ve called another timeout.

The noise seems deafening, and guys are pulling me up and running off the field. People are slapping me and punching me in the arm and yelling in my face. Coach is in front of me, yelling “Good play, son! That’s the way to get after it!” But he looks at my face, then hand, then leg. “What the hell’s the matter with you, boy? What’s on your leg?”

There was a fair bit of blood on the leggings. “I got spiked, Coach!”

“What do you mean, spiked?”

“I mean, 28’s got spikes on like track shoes, and he stomped me! Look at my hand! There’s spike holes in it!” and I held it out. The rain pelting down had washed the mud off, but there were two or three puncture holes running red. It was starting to throb.

“This is bullshit!” he yelled. But now more of the defense had gotten around.

“Coach, he’s right! We’re all cut up, too!” And looking around there are 6 or 7 other guys with bloody legs, cut hands. “Coach, 64 and 72 have those same kind of shoes on like 28 does, and they been stompin’ and kicking us with ‘em!”

The referee comes over to the sideline. “Let’s go, Coach! Get your team on the field!” He turns back to the field and starts to jog off.

There’s a moment of silence in the sea of noise. Coach looks around, looks at me, at the others. “You boys are sure about this?” He hesitates for a fraction of a second, and then answers his own question: “Of course you are! Hey, Ref! Just wait a minute!” And he is striding out onto the field after the referee, who turns around, startled.

“Hey Coach, what the hell are you doing? Get back to the sideline!” But the coach is already past him, heading to the other sideline. The team has come onto the field to follow him, and the other coaches are trying to get them to stop. The crowd is roaring and both teams are yelling. The refs and umps manage to get in front of Coach just before he gets into the face of the other coach, who is red-faced and yelling at his team.

“Let’s take a look at your boys cleats, coach, where’s 28?”

28 is moving to the back of the swarm of players, trying to hide, but he’s spotted.

“Hey, Hey! Get out here, son! And number 64 and 72, and who else?”

The coaches and players are face-to-face pushing and shoving, the refs are trying to yell louder and get order. A fight breaks out as two of our big linemen have gotten 64 to the ground, face down, and are holding his leg up. The pointed spikes on the bottom of his shoe are held up. Fights break out all along the line with our guys pointing to and grabbing all the other players they see with spiked shoes. 28 is still in the back of the crowd.

Whistles are blowing and more officials have gotten into the scrum of players to separate the teams. “Get back to your sidelines! Get Back!” They manage to get the players pulled apart, but our coach is now louder than ever.

“You got to throw them boys out, ref! Throw ‘em out, throw ‘em all out!”

“You let us handle this, coach, just get back, get back to your sideline!”

On the sideline, some doctors are cleaning punctures and wounds, pouring peroxide and trying to swab out the deeper holes. It is raining harder than ever, and everybody is soaked.

“Hey! Hey look! They’re doin’ it! They’re throwin’ those guys out of the game!” The PA system was crackling through the rain and crowd noise.

“Number 28 had been ejected, and number 64, number 72, 15, 55…” The yelling of our team and roaring of the crowd, screaming of the parents of the ejected players drowns out the rest of the announcement.

The refs get the coaches out on the field. The assistants are behind, trying to push back the players. “Let’s go coaches, we gotta finish this game!”

The other coach is furious, raging mad “We don’t have enough players now that you threw half of ‘em out!”

The head referee answers, “Well, coach, you can put the boys you got out there and play, or you can forfeit!”

Our team is sky-high now, looking at the other guys who are left, the 2^nd and 3^rd stringers. They looked on, wide-eyed.

Their coach looked at his boys, knew they would take a beating for the rest of the game. “All right!” he yelled, “All right! You can have your damned forfeit! Let’s go boys!” and he turned to lead them off the field.

There’s nothing left to do but cheer, get back on our buses and drive back to our own school, our own locker room. There, everyone is cleaned up, and bandaged. One of the assistants comes in with the rest of the news.

“They’re going to make them forfeit all the rest of their other games, too! They’ve been doing this for a long time, and it’s caught up with them!”

• One more remembrance, added 24 hours later: Two of the holes in my hand were very close together – and looked exactly like a snakebite.

Wednesday 18 January 2023

Recall of dreams/visions/words overnight:

(Reference Isaiah 60:22 – The least of you will become a thousand, the smallest a mighty nation. I am the Lord; in its time I will do this swiftly.”)

In my dream, I hear the Lord saying, over and over: I am the Lord. This is being broadcast as it were, in every language, every tongue, to every person, to ships, submarines, planes, to hidden secure underground facilities, on every channel, every station, on every device.

Everything stops, everyone stops to listen and exclaim to one another: “Did you hear that?!”

All plans land and stop flying, all ships at sea go to port and stay there.

In hospitals and medical clinics, syringes become stuck, permanently welded in vials and cannot be withdrawn. Surgeries become completed cleanly and easily, patients, doctors and nurses all go home. Factories that have been producing pharmaceuticals shut down quietly and everyone working there simply goes home.

The number 54 is emphasized and repeated.

Monday 16 January 2023

Dream recall:

Judith and I had gone down to Runaway. We were going to head out of a small bay where other boats were moored, and would be taking her upstream, into a small river. We had to get underway soon as the tide was falling. There was someone else onboard, but I couldn’t see who. The mast was not in.

Judith was in the cockpit securing some things and looking out ahead of us. I started the engine, put it in gear and looked over the stern to see brown mud and sand swirling up as the propeller dug in to push Runaway ahead and off the bottom. With a small jolt we moved ahead into open water, maneuvering between other boats, heading towards the entrance to the small river or inlet.

I could feel the controls in my hands as we adjusted speed, moving ahead smoothly and slowly. Across the entrance to the river were a set of 3 or 4 large pilings which marked the traffic lanes for boats going in and out. There were other boats coming out and we had to edge over far to the right, passing through the narrowest lane between pilings, which gently rubbed the sides as we moved ahead.

In the open water of the river, I could see some buildings ahead and a dock. As we tied up and shut the engine off, we were met by someone familiar to Judith (he had been on a sailboard in a tux).

The buildings were a hospital, and we were going in to see someone and talk with people there. We passed through the main doors and were standing at the elevator entrance when Judith turned to me, her eyes deep and kind as she said “Don’t get too emotional here with what you see. Just stay focused.”

One elevator opened but was too full of people so we waited for the next one. When we got out there was some sort of a display, a tree-like thing that held dozens of car keys dangling from its branches.

The people we were there to meet explained: “This is a reminder of how we used to do things. People came in here and never went home, leaving everything behind. We will never do that again, and these reminders are on every floor.”

I woke with a small start, remembering the car keys and the people that would never use them again.

Thursday 12 January 2023

Dreams overnight about the USS Constitution. I was taken back in time to when Constitution was being built, probably 1796, at the shipyard in Boston. The mainmast was being stepped, and there was a massive wooden frame built in order to use block and tackle to raise the long, heavy timber into place. Shipfitters and carpenters all around were dressed in woolen trousers, suspenders over workshirts. With commands and shouts ringing out, they slowly raised the mast into position, and lowered it towards the step.

There was a solemn stop as they allowed the sailors to place some coins under the mast, and then they finished the placement. There were smells of pine and tar and paint. There was a shift in time, and I was in the water, diving under her to inspect the hull and rudder.

In another blink of time, I was onboard as Constitution got underway and began to shake everything down. The atmosphere was charged, for everyone knew they were getting ready for fighting action. I was in the main gun-deck, for training and test-firing the big 32-pound cannons. An officer gave the command: “Fire!” and with a deafening roar the guns let loose. The entire boat shook and there was smoke and sparks everywhere. The deck officers were evaluating the shots fired, instructing their gun crews about aiming, timing, and reloading.