Dream 58

Dream 58

I am under water.

Everywhere I look I see bodies of drowned children slowly sink past me to the depths below.
I start to run out of breath and kick towards the surface.

My head breaks from the water and I breathe in deeply.
A group of pastors stand on the rocks below the lighthouse. They talk loudly to each other as they urinate into the sea, sometimes urinating on drowning children.

Pastor 1:
“See how he flounders and splashes? He judges us and then drowns in his own arrogance.”

Pastor 2:
“He is rebellious and has no faith. If he submits to us he will be blessed.

Both start to urinate on me as I tread water. I feel nothing. They might be right. They might be wrong. I don’t care. 
The water is filled with dead and dying children. It’s all I can think about.

Maybe if I drink their urine they will accept me and help the thousands of lighthouses.

Me:
“If I submit, will you help us?”

Pastor 3:
“We will start our own missions, there is no profit to be made in helping you or any like you.
And we will fly business class, stay in five-star lodges and go on safaris. Then we shall feed a few children, take some photos and return home to justify more expenditure on our next holiday.”

Pastor 3 begins to urinate on the children in the sea in front of him. He smiles benevolently as many thirstily drink his urine.

I want to reach out and pull him in to drown him but he is so strong that he lifts me up with one hand and throws me far back into the sea.

Pastor 3:
“Do you see our power in the Lord? Do you see how God blesses us? With one small motion on we can promote or destroy your ministry.”

He is right. God favors the corrupt. His entire kingdom is corrupt. The righteous are left to drown while the ruthless rise to power.
Children are left to die while kingdom wealth is spent on trinkets.

I look at the children around me. Thousands more have drowned. This cannot go on.
Fury builds within my soul and I rise from the water to stand upon it. I feel my lips light up with the fire of judgement and I begin to walk towards the pastors on the rocks, hot lava dropping from my lips as I begin to prepare the onslaught.

Suddenly Gatherer is on the water next to me:
Gatherer:
“You overstep your bounds son of sorrow. Judgment is not yours to make. Know that I will stop you. For you are to love even such as these.”

Me:
“You command me to courier what I see and then expect me to do nothing about it?”

Gatherer:
“We command nothing son of sorrow. We are but messengers of the Holy Spirit. We are commanded by the Son and created by the Father. All that we do is by assignment and decree. Nothing we do is in our own authority but by absolute authority of the Son, Father and Holy Spirit.”

Suddenly we are on the rocks below the lighthouse.

Four Cherubim surround me. Swords aflame. The entire sky is filled with legions of angels. My tears rain from the skies in thunderous lament, thunder rolling and lightning cracking in aggressive protest.

Uriel:
“Your next temptation comes.”

Me:
“I am too weak for this. I fear that I may fall.”

Uriel:
“Be strong and courageous son of sorrow. You will reap in due season.”

The dead bodies of thousands of children float upon the seas before me while tens of thousands are born to drown. A man in an impeccably tailored suit walks upon those bodies as if they were stepping-stones and stops upon the sea.

Man in suit:
“Come courier. Let us away from this place to my home.”

The sea and lighthouse disappear and we are on top of a building in central Dallas, Texas.

The Cherubim, Uriel and legions of Angels come with us. So much protection and firepower for a me against a skinny guy in a suit.

Usually the angels and demons are least two heads taller than I am. This demon is eye level with me, the suit and tie fit him like a second skin. His face serious but kind. Everything about him says confidence and power. He looks like he walked off the pages of a Dale Carnegie handbook.

I stand on one side of the roof with my escort while the demon stands alone on the other. It feels like a standoff of some sort.

Uriel:
“Behold the prince of Dallas, a true son of mammon.”

The demon smiles and looks at Uriel.

Principality:
“Uriel, son of wisdom, toucher of hips and bringer of revelation. For one of such insight, you have poor judgment of leadership.
You should have chosen the Angel of light. I expected more of one with your wisdom. I was surprised by your decision to continue serving our brutal, indifferent creator. Not so wise after all then?”

Uriel:
“The Father is patient and not slow in keeping His promises as we understand slowness. It was impatience, not wisdom that drove your master’s decision to rebel. You have never been patient and now you infect man with that same spirit.”

Principality:
“What is impatience but passion for the present? Is the father not called ‘I Am’? See how the courier grows tired of seeing the death and discomfort of so many children in the present? See how the righteous urgency is upon him?
The father would allow millions to die while he waits in futile hope for the free will of man to bring heaven to earth. Man is the most foul of created creatures, the father will wait to the ends of eternity and they will do nothing but pursue their own self interests. Look how they plunder and destroy all that has been made for them. 
I do almost nothing but suggest a few small things to them and they run with it like dogs to a fresh kill. Man is a mistake, a virus upon creation. They hand away their inheritance for a few shiny trinkets like foolish children. They are born to be ruled and free will is wasted upon them.”

Uriel:
“You will be proven wrong prince of Dallas. The Son’s kingdom advances and the Holy Spirit brings forth great revelation to the children of God. Heaven will come to earth, man will choose God and every knee shall acknowledge the kingship of the son. Your twisting of the word and manipulative reasoning will not change what is to come and your machinations shall soon come to an end.”

The principality laughs and looks to me.

Principality:
“These angels have been singing the same song for six thousand years. Protecting man, guiding man and playing the role of the father’s agents of hope.
Even when we lost the keys to death and even when the way was opened for gentiles has man ignored what was done for them. Man is nothing but stupid slave and those who know the words of the son yet do nothing to advance his kingdom are the worst of them.
They subjugate masses in the name of God and build for themselves places and pulpits of power over witless sheep. They preach what we tell them to and care nothing for anyone but themselves. 
Heed these words courier:
You waste your time thinking that help will come. It is my children that will save the poor, not the saints. The righteous ones have nothing to give you and the wolves keep all your resources. We don’t even have to tell them to steal and waste (he laughs), they do that without any help from us.

I have an offer for you courier:
We have a challenge to our authority here that requires a physical answer. If you agree to move to Dallas and set up a temple of light as spoken by my Lord Lucifuge, we will honor his agreement and grant you wealth beyond imagining.
Do you know the power of Billions courier? Can your imagination grasp what can be done? Think of how many missionaries you can fund by yourself and how many can be fed.

Let the revelation of Lords and masters wash over you. Look upon this city and see how the slaves run around willingly to do the bidding of their masters in high towers. The heart of man is easy to buy. Give them expensive trinkets and they will love you, give them nice cars and big houses and they will hand you their souls. 
The revelation is thus: He who provides is God.

Would you not rather be a god than at the mercy of a heartless one? Your life winds down courier. Every day that passes is another day wasted in service to a heartless master among his heartless sheep.

Join us and know only abundance for the rest of your life.”

Me:
“If my heart struggles to fathom selfishness within Christianity, how do you figure I would change as a satanist? I love generosity. I love being generous. I love generous people. How can you ever come close to the true spirit of Tsedakah (generosity)? If all of humanity is not in abundance then none of us are in abundance. Do you think that I would be happy having stuff while others do not?”

Principality:
“Do you not see that you would be able to choose who becomes wealthy and who remains poor? Do you not understand the power of wealth? You determine the slaves and the masters. And as a god can you determine who is helped and who is not. We will build a temple and you will disciple hundreds of thousands in your own image.”

Me:
“No thank you. I choose the lord Jesus Christ. He alone is king. Thank you for your offer”

Principality:
“Think on it. Do not be in such a hurry and there is no need for such protection when you visit me. Just come alone, you are not in danger. We have much use for you courier. No more dead bodies, no more lack, no more nightmares. Think on it.”

We are back at the lighthouse.

Me:
“Time is running out Uriel. I will die before I serve them but time is running out. His type will soon know where I am.”

Uriel:
“We have spoken to many saints. Let us have faith that they will listen. The vision shall come to pass.”