Dream 95
My hands and feet are bound and I am hoisted into the air slowly towards the top of the hour glass in the center of the stadium.
The rope goes up to a pulley over the top of the massive hour glass. Somewhere below me, a group of believers stand talking to a machine that pulls the rope which is activated by their voices.
The chant: “Not our problem, not our problem, not our problem. Not our problem…” Over and over.
Each time they chant, I get hoisted higher towards the top of the hour glass.
Inside the hour glass I can see the thousands of children moving quickly and inevitably towards death that awaits them below. Time runs out for them and the only life they know is lack and a claustrophobic tangle of limbs.
The chanting below continues and I approach the top of the jar where I recognize some brothers and sisters in Christ. They stand on top of the hour glass looking at the tangled mess of children stuck in poverty. I am glad to see them, hopefully they will cut the rope and we can figure out how to pull these children out together.
As I reach the top, one of them loosens the pulley rope but leaves the other rope around my hands and feet. The pulley rope is lowered to lift someone else up here.
The brother who loosened me from the pulley now turns to me.
Believer:
“We are praying for you, good luck helping those children, you are doing a great job!”
And pushes me into the hour glass.
I land among the mass of children. My hands and feet are still tied and I am immediately swallowed into the claustrophobic hell. I struggle to breathe as I sink lower and lower towards the center of the hour glass and the desperation of the children causes them to start clawing and scratching at me to try and get away from the inevitable drop below.
It goes on for hours. I beg god for help but none comes. The believers above shout encouragement and prayer to me but no physical help comes. The rope around my ankles and wrists is so tight that I lose feeling in my fingers and toes and I finally slip through the center of the hour glass to drop through empty space and land with a sickening sequence of breaking bones and bursting organs.
I wake up screaming.
I lie in the darkness of the caravan for a while and switch on the light to make sure that I am actually awake.
It takes me a while to fall asleep again and I am back on the land under Michael’s calf.
Gatherer stands beside me and lays his hand upon my shoulder.
Gatherer:
“Not all who say Lord, Lord will enter the kingdom of heaven. Your folly is that you suppose all who claim to be believers are actually believers.
Those who lay down their lives to pursue the kingdom are believers, those who follow the commands of the son are believers. Do not place your faith in the chaff, nor must you place your faith in the wheat. Only place your faith in the instructions of the son.
Do not look to man to save or help you son of sorrow. Look to the Father and place your trust in the Holy Spirit. For those who are led of the Spirit will come not to serve you but to serve the Father.
They will bring all that is required to see the vision fulfilled.”
Me:
“I am beginning to feel like Noah. Ridiculed and shunned by believer and unbeliever alike. To stay on one piece of land, pray and dream these dreams while family and friends look on in doubt. I never thought it would be easy but I also did not realize the impact that the doubt of friends would have on me. It exhausts me to the core. And dreams like this one don’t help much either! Still, I will stay obedient and continue to record as instructed.”
Gatherer:
“Those who hunger for the advance of the kingdom will come son of sorrow. Many have been through that hourglass as you have been through it. They hunger to be part of an ecclesia that seeks the advance of the kingdom through great deeds. Stay the course, make the vision plain and celebrate them as they come.
They hunger and thirst for righteousness and desire to see the hand of the Father move in a great way.
Stay the course son of sorrow, billions will be affected by this obedience. Continue to seek first the kingdom, help is already with you and a lot more are on their way.
The son is building His church and the gates of hell will not prevail against it. Stay the course, seek first the kingdom.”
Uriel appears next to me and lays his hand upon my shoulder.
Uriel:
“A time of great rain comes upon your nation and a time of great blessing and power comes upon the ministries of those who have labored in the field alone. Now shall the spirit of mammon be washed from the kingdom of God like a flood so that those who are left standing will be stripped naked for all to see.
There is war and there are rumors of a great war but the time of the reign of the antichrist has not yet come. Time is short son of sorrow. These next seventeen years are the most important in the history of the church of Acts. Look for the earthquake that will break many hearts but bring great revival and know that in that time the bonds around your hands and feet shall be cut and healing will flow from your hands as with Peter and Paul. Start now to disciple those who know your voice for the same power shall flow through their hands. They are not to call you Father or Teacher. They are to serve God as you serve Him and submit to one another.
The resources are now released and you shall soon have all that you need. Many will come, teach them that the kingdom is all. Those who know your voice must learn to lay down their lives so that Christ may rise within them. The time now comes for great acts of power but it begins in selfless love.
Continue to record all that you hear and see son of sorrow. You are courier, nothing more. As revelation flows through you, so shall displays of great anointing. Stay courier, do not suppose yourself anything more. You are not special, all are special.
See now and record.”
I stand beside a large man who smokes a cigarette. He thinks that none know about his smoking but his wife knows. His wife sleeps in the room and he sits down on a couch to watch some pornography on his phone.
He keeps the cigarettes in the back of his second drawer in his desk.
He wears a light blue button up long sleeve shirt.
Uriel:
“Speak thus so that he may read what is recorded.
None of your sin is on trial here man of God. These are simply recorded so that you may know that the dreams of the son of sorrow are of God. For these are your secrets that none but the holy Spirit sees.
The time has come for you to leave mammon and commit all that you are to the kingdom. You are as a cog in a machine and you are the only cog for this task. You have delayed for too long already. All that has been placed in your heart is from God. Do as you are instructed. The kingdom is delayed until you are awakened.
You will go into a time of great lack but this is not lack as God sees lack. This is a time of shedding luxurious opulence that poisons your soul and causes you to carry a great burden. Leave the things of mammon and do as the holy Spirit has instructed you!”
I stand beside a slightly overweight lady in front of a mirror in the bathroom of a mall. This is happening in real time. Her hair has been dyed a light color with what looks like other colors and some streaks of grey. She is contemplating suicide as she stands looking in the mirror. I think this is in the USA but I could be wrong in my assumption.
Uriel:
“Go home to your husband woman. He is not cheating on you, nor does he have such desires. You are to stand beside him and support him as this new season in ministry begins. You are to shake off this depression and consider your husband your complete assignment. He is your calling and serving him brings you great joy. Do this and you will be the cause of great prosperity in your home and in his ministry.”
I stand behind a short-ish man with dark hair. He is begging God for a job. He wears khaki colored pants and a navy blue shirt. He wears rectangular glasses.
Uriel:
“You are not to take a job; you are to go to Africa as the Holy Spirit has repeatedly told you. Leave everything, take your wife and children and go. Your wife has prayed for you to be obedient but you insist on allowing mammon to tell you what priorities are. The kingdom is all. All else is distraction.”
I am standing with a lady who is very disciplined at gym and has had cosmetic surgery. Her hair has been dyed blonde and she is talking to a man in a white shirt with small blue stripes. She is reading this right now.
Uriel:
“Do not commit adultery, your husband’s ministry will not survive it. The man before you will simply use you and discard you as he has done with two women before you. The work of your husband is extremely important and you are to come alongside him as his friend and partner. Know that the worthlessness you feel is unwarranted for your husband loves you dearly and speaks highly of you before the Lord, giving thanks daily for you. End this affair now before you bring such misery upon both you and your husband that you will go to your grave in depression and guilt.”
I stand beside a well-dressed young man who preaches from a pulpit.
He speaks with a lot more confidence and wisdom than his age implies and people listen intently to all that comes from his mouth. He is reading this right now.
Uriel:
“Do not give up. You are called to bring an awakening. All offers for you to settle down may be tempting but you must continue to share and travel, sowing the seed of urgency as you go. Fear not, gatherers have been assigned to you. You will never go hungry, nor will you ever lack a roof over your head. God is with you.”
I wake up.