Dream 20

Dream 20

Not too excited about sharing this one, but I shall be obedient.

Dream 20

Bloemfontein

The time is 14:13 on Monday the 8 August.

Driving from East London to Parys, we quickly stopped here to run some errands and get some lunch.

Leaving East London, we were in high spirits. I was exhausted as I continue to be each day, dreaming, capturing the dreams, confirming biblical accuracy and attending to my daily responsibilities. But very content.

We approached Bloemfontein city boundaries from the N6 and immediately a small argument broke out between my wife and me. Nothing major, just a small disagreement as husbands and wives have from time to time.

I started feel anxious and nervous. Nothing I could quite place my finger on as I have been here many times and even served for three years in full time ministry. My instincts told me to let my wife drop me off at a service station on the outskirts of the city. My plan was to continue capturing the details of last night’s dream, an extremely important revelation on accessing the fullness of all that is creative. . but responsibilities overrode my obedience and we entered the city.

The deeper we moved, the stronger the oppression grew and suddenly, as we drew near the city center I found myself fighting off thoughts of suicide. I have not had these thoughts since the 19th of February 2015. Before that day I had them as a constant companion for ten years. Suicide nipped at my heels constantly in that time but not again until today.

As we drove into the underground garage at the waterfront mall, I resolved to find a weapon and end my life. The urge was so incredibly strong that I could think of nothing else. Somehow the Holy Spirit managed to break through (as he always does) and commanded me to stay in the car. I obeyed, unable to pray or capture last night’s dream or do anything but sit.

The suicidal thoughts came at me in waves but I sat.

Never in those ten years did the temptation to end my life manage to override my sense of responsibility to my family. But sitting in the car just an hour ago there was no rational sense of anything but futility. Yet I sat, compelled by the Holy Spirit to not move outside the vehicle.

I moved my seat back, grabbed my jacket and instantly fell into a deep sleep.

Dream 20

Everything is dark. I should feel afraid but I am not. I sit in my car in a dark basement, eyes adjusting to the darkness.

To my left the entrance to the mall sheds small beams of light here and there and as my eyes adjust to the light, I see them.

They nonchalantly lean against every pillar, two heads taller than a man. Muscular, as if cut from granite all looking directly at me. One in particular notices than I can see them. His skin has a shade of blue, like a blood drained corpse and he wears a ring through his nose. He starts to walk towards the car, masses of muscle rippling below is dirty white cloak.

Blue:

“He calls my name. I thought we killed you. You disappeared off our view for a very long time, it’s good to have you back.”

As he speaks, the others notice me looking at him and become aware that they are visible to me. All look bloodless and haggard. Sharp noses on sharp faces. The only faces I have seen in the spiritual realm are those of the fallen Angels. The messengers in confirmation all have their faces distorted by a glorious light. These that notice me and now begin to converge on my car look like death.

I realize that I am about to die. Either suicide or heart attack or some such thing but I refuse to go down without sass. There is not one drop of fear in me, only defiance and contempt.

Me:

“I’ll go straight to heaven. You’ll be ugly for eternity. Do what you came to do you manipulative piece of garbage. You can keep your stinking planet and every selfish piece of humanity with it. This is hell anyway, it always has been for me. All you’ll be doing is setting me free.”

Blue seems impressed by my bravado but seems like a cat playing with his mouse.

Blue:

“You sound more like one of us than one of them. You don’t have to die you know. We have the authority to make every dream you have ever had come true.”

Fleshly fantasies flash through my mind in vivid detail. Ever material thing I have ever desired and hungered for. I am overwhelmed with certainty at the knowledge that this can be made real in a very short time.”

Blue:

“Make your decision, you are on very tight schedule boy. Your creative skill-set will be very handy to our prince. You would live like a king. You would bow to no-one.”

Me:

“Just kill me already. This earth has nothing that I want. You and humanity deserve each other”

Blue:

“Your wish is my command son.”

So quick that it looked like a blur was he at my window reaching towards me… and as his hand reached through the window to close around my heart was I awoken by a knock on the passenger window.

My nephew had come to fetch something out of the car.

Lovingly he asked me if I was hungry and even offered to sacrifice his own lunch that I may eat. I declined, the poor dude hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet as he had given it to someone in need along the road. He grabbed what he had come to grab and disappeared back into the mall.

I sat alone for a time and then checked my phone for messages. There was a two second message from my wife which was my own voice saying ‘I’ll just listen to the Holy Spirit”. I played it over and over and then nodded off.

Dream 20 continued.

I am still sitting in the car. Gatherer stands outside the window looking at me with concern.

Gatherer:

“In your wakened state do you not receive one warning. We warn you and nudge you but still you insist on ignoring us. And then do you go in contention against love and insult a demon to his face and all of humanity with him. Be he fallen, he is my brother and be he in complete malicious contention against all that is the Father does the father love him with a fierce love that you will never comprehend.

Your heart is yet filled with contentious thoughts son of sorrow. In the face of death you may think yourself brave but all you do is show the fruit of contempt and arrogance. What of your assignment? What of your family? What of the love of the Father flowing through you for even as broken a being as my brother? From where does this bitterness come, son of sorrow? Repent now and confess your sin that you may be set free. And write down all that you see and speak that you may be held accountable.”

The rebuke hits me hard. I failed to heed the warning of attack. I failed to respond to the fallen Angels with the love of the father. I painted the whole world with a brush of loveless contempt. I have no idea where it came from. I sit embarrassed, not looking up at the shining face outside my window.

Me:

“I don’t believe these dreams. I think they are all just a product of an overactive imagination and my desire to see the world stop being such hell. I love some Christians but I hate the selfish majority with such passion that I wish them dead. I actually think that this planet is due another asteroid. Even writing these dreams, astounded by the revelations that are contained within them do I believe them futile. A few will read them and think them cool. They will sort of believe it and nothing will happen.

I think I conjured you up in my imagination, along with the fallen Angels who seemed to have conveniently disappeared. The instructions for this vision are ludicrous. I have done free stuff over and over and been bankrupt over and over because of it.

People can’t see beyond their selfishness and I am obviously conjuring this information somehow to manipulate them. I don’t think it will work though. Earth is hell and humans are the real demons.

People are selfish by nature, like animals squabbling over a piece of food. I am ashamed to be human. I want neither heaven nor hell. All I want is an eternity of nothing where I need not deal with this virus you refer to as the children of God. Confirmation or Contention, all the same to me. They drive past squatter camps like its normal to have people starving and robbed of dignity a few kilometers away from their mansions and endless toys. Judge them or not. I am ashamed to be one of them. My own selfishness makes me sick to my stomach. All I want is rest.”

I sit for a while, an Angel outside my window. My emotions returned to the dead man I was almost two years ago. In that moment I wanted nothing but death. Eternal sleep, free from the burden of wanting more than humanity could offer. Still Gatherer speaks, no bars held. His tone is even, filled with live but very firm.

Gatherer:

“What you are feeling is the full, unfettered weight of contention. None may take your life here for you are protected as Job was protected. Even should you will it, you will not die. The sons of legion are no longer in this place because the Holy Spirit is here. We too, are here because the Holy Spirit is here. You are loved and cherished, so not forget it.

The prince in this region has supreme authority – for here do ministries refuse unity. Here do leaders rip at each other and pastoral fraternals constantly point out the faults of different ministries. Most who say nothing to each other secretly gossip about each other and refuse to pray blessings on each other. In this city does mammon reign uncontested. A few of the larger churches work hard to combat the spirit of division and poverty while many of the smaller churches nip at their heels like small dogs.

Here are churches forced to become kingdoms because revelation is met with fierce resistance by other leaders.

Heed and learn son of sorrow:

When you leave this city shall your spirit be raised and again shall you laugh. For these people live under a cloud of oppression that whips them towards success in the economy of mammon. Still through this fog of war do many ministries labor faithfully and create havens under which freedom can be found.

The uniter shall unite them in prayer and upon this city shall the presence of the Holy Spirit be so great that the fame thereof will be spread throughout all the world.

And the spirit of division and the spirit of poverty shall be chased from this place and abundance shall reign here.

But it is not yet that time. For now must you stay away from this place and all places where the unifiers are not victorious. Go only to the unifiers, or you will subject yourself you many unnecessary temptations. For you are marked and watched and you will not survive a fall.”

Builder appears next to Gatherer and speaks:

“We do not require you to believe in Angels for many believe in us but still refuse to be in confirmation of the words of the son.

All that we require is that you write all that you see and hear and that it is sent across the world to those who wait even now for all you write and will write.

In the place of unity shall your emotions be expressed one way and in a place of disunity shall they be expressed in another. Your response to our brother and your words about mankind are what you will become in areas of disunity. You will lose hope and beg to die. But in areas of unity will you express those same emotions through the filter of love. Be not embarrassed son of sorrow, neither the Father nor any who love you are affected by such things.”

Gatherer:

“You have yet much healing to experience and it is good that you record and share your exact words of failure so that the healers may show themselves and the chaff be removed.

Fear not, Uriel shall bring to your memory all of last night’s dream and you shall record all with calm and precision for when you leave this city and go back to your own shall you be under the spirit of Unity and there shall you experience great peace.

Learn from this. You are only to unite the uniters and record what you see and hear. You are neither savior, father nor warrior. Such things are assigned to others and placed in the body as the Father sees fit. Each must perform his role in the body with passion and excellence. Listen well to Obed Edom. He will guide your path.

Confess your sins to all and receive council from your elders, it is time for your heart to be made whole so that you may walk in fullness of the Father’s love.