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.”