Dream 110

Dream 109

I walk along the river beneath Michael’s calf.
Behind me the entire property is on fire but I do nor feel the heat.

As I walk I realize that the fire is coming from under my feet. Each footstep leaves a footprint of bubbling fire, as if the soil itself turns to liquid beneath my feet.

I reach the end of the property and watch everything burn for a while before the fires finally run out of fuel and die.

Within two days, new grass and weeds begin to appear above the charred earth and it begins to rain.
Within two weeks the entire property has splashes of green. I marvel at what I see before me, how nature comes back from such devastation.

I now notice Gatherer beside me.

Gatherer:
“A man may make certain mistakes which produce an undesirable harvest in his life. He may sow rebellion as a child and reap disloyalty as an adult. Every word and every action is a seed that is sown and will produce fruit. God is not mocked, whatever a man sows, he reaps.

Now see how the fire consumed all son of sorrow, see how the very land was blackened by the fire of the anointing upon your feet. But see how even such a fierce flame did not destroy every seed and every root? As fire does not kill certain seeds and roots in nature, so is it in the spirit.
You may repent today, come before God with a humble heart and enter the upper room to have a flame of fire above your head.
The fire will burn away the fruit but many seeds and roots will remain.
This seed must be cast into the eternal flames so that any fruit is immediately consumed by fire.”

I am taken back many years to a time when words of rebellion flowed from my lips as a young man. I see myself in the spirit and watch as every word tumbles from my mouth to land in the soil. Time speeds up and I am surrounded by dense bush and tall trees. I cannot move past the trees and every now and then I get snagged on the bush. Whenever I struggle against it, it cuts me so I learn to walk carefully and avoid certain vegetation.
Every negative word, foolish action and failed attempt at ministry or business has produced this impassable wall before me. I am stuck where I am.

Gatherer:
“You are to create one thousand wealthy believers before the end of this year. But the tools that you require are on the other side of that dense forest. The forest is too green and healthy to burn properly, you must go back to the time that the seed was sown and command it to bless you.

But only unity commands blessing son of sorrow. So you must be one as we are one.
Clear your heart of every bitterness and forgive every single trespass against you. Confirm love in your heart so that you are intentional and active in blessing all who come to you and all who appear in your thoughts. Be filled with unconditional love so that you may be one with heaven. You have brought much unity these past years and thus command more authority in the spirit than you know. Clear your heart so that we may fulfill this task.”

I do as instructed and peace washes over me.

I am taken back to a time where a project is failing around me. Nothing is working, every plan fails, the economy strangles my investors and the project fails. We lose everything.
I watch as the dominoes fall, one failure causing the next. A forest grows around me as each domino knocks over the next one and hope dies as I get caught in the painful thorn bush. I struggle for a while, thorns ripping through flesh and vein until blood loss weakens me and I give up. I just hang there, hopeless and depressed.

Gatherer:
“Command this forest to bless you. You are in unity with heaven, unity commands blessing! Command that thorn bush to bless you!”

My present self looks upon my old self hanging in the thorn bush for so many years and I point my finger at the forest.

Me:
“I command you to bless me!”

Time speeds up and rushes to the present. Thorn trees die and fruit trees grow in their place. Tall, thick trees that once blocked my path grow their branches higher so that I may walk freely and am shaded from the harsh sun. In present day, the big thorn bushes are gone and the path is open before me.

Gatherer walks past me and reaches deep in the soil, ripping up roots and seeds that are hidden there.

Gatherer:
“These rebel against you, waiting for a chance to bare fruit again. Let us cast them into the eternal fire so that they may never bring you pain again.”

A portal opens before him and he drops the roots and seeds into a lake of boiling lava.

Gatherer:
“The way is open, the strategy is already deposited. All who do as you instruct will be exceedingly wealthy. Command blessing, do not suggest it. Advance the kingdom in abundance. The kingdom is all!”

Me:
“I will obey, I will instruct. The kingdom is all!”

I wake up.