[et_pb_section admin_label=”section”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”]
Dream 114
I am in a place with no floors, walls or ceilings. There is vivid color everywhere. Animals, plants, transparent beings dressed in garments that change color constantly, flowers that glow softly as if backlit by a powerful unseen light and trees whose shapes and colors spring forth from the imaginations of children and artists alike.
Music plays from everything that has color, harmonizing beautifully from every direction. I close my eyes and enjoy the soft yet powerful bass that carries the key of this ever evolving song. With closed eyes do I experience the wonderful fragrances of this place. The smells are so incredible that ai can taste them, swallow them and feel the incredible sensation in what I can only describe as my spiritual ‘stomach’.
Every being that walks past me has an incredible emotional effect on me. They exude acceptance, celebrate all of who I am, encourage me to express myself and share every creative expression with them.
Every being in this place is a captive audience, enamored with the performance that is the unique expression of who we all are in our eternal state. I feel so loved, celebrated and wanted that I wish I could stay here forever.
“You will you know! I mean stay here for ever of course. I made this place myself.I made it before the foundations of the earth.”
The voice is kind. As kind and loving and understanding as you can imagine a voice. I turn around slowly, knowing to whom the voice belongs.
A man stands before me, short brown hair, hazel eyes and a neat beard upon his face.
His robe shifts from pastel to pastel, as if all the colors of autumn have made his robe their home. His eyes are so friendly and everything about his face declares that he is happy to see me. Like a dear friend with whom you can just hang out, say nothing and still speak volumes.
I immediately drop to my knee and bow my head.
Me
“My Lord!”
He grabs me by the shoulders and yanks me up enthusiastically, like a playful brother and laughs as if my awkwardness in his presence is silly.
Friendly man:
“Oh please, no need for that here Courier! To bow the knee is something you do with your daily actions, not with your actual knee. If the physical act of bowing the knee meant a declaration of obedience, humility would be as simple as bending a joint and stretching a few ligaments.”
He laughs out loud at his joke and I cannot help but laugh with him. I have always loved it when people laugh at their own jokes.
Friendly man:
“I like the name you are using to describe me, ‘friendly man’ has a nice ring to it don’t you think?”
Me:
“Yes, uh, Lord. I… I… didn’t want to actually.. um… use your name.. in case this is all my imagination and I lead people astray.”
He laughs again.
Friendly man:
“See how nervous ungodly authority has made you?
Peace Courier.
There is no rejection or rebuke in this place. Such things are of the world, in the world and for the world. Only those who are under the laws of man who break the laws of man need to fear the laws if man.
In the spirit there is complete freedom and complete love!
Do you understand the concept of complete love Courier?”
He laughs and grabs me in a hug that lifts me off my feet. I awkwardly hug him back and he puts me down.
Friendly man:
“I came to earth to show you all how to love you know! Without condition, that is how you are supposed to love. Completely free of condition.
Come! Let me reveal a great secret to you. I want you to make sure everyone hears this in every way possible!”
We steers me to a park bench and we sit down together. I breathe in the incredible smell and taste of this place and sigh contentedly.
Friendly man:
“(Laughs) I really like that title! ‘Friendly man’… you really are perfect for this assignment!”
He laughs again and gives me a side hug.
As the reader you need to understand that between dreaming or seeing visions and capturing them here for you to read there is no time or space for me. It is as if I am simultaneously there and here recording what I see, even though it is hours later on earth.
The funny thing here is that this amazing man is aware of me typing out what I hear and see while am sitting with him and not yet typing.
Interesting to note is that the Angels appear to move in the same limitation of time and space that we do, except the fact that they can teleport from place to place.
Friendly man:
“Come Courier, you can theorize later (smiles at me). I want your full attention for a fee moments.”
Me:
“Yes Lord, I’m ready!”
Friendly man:
“You would think that with the amount of communication technology that the Holy Spirit is releasing upon the earth that it would become a friendlier place.
Yet mankind evolves into an unkind entity, bent on impressing one another at any almost any cost. This same virus creeps into my church, causing even the elite of my servants to deal with my sheep roughly and harshly for the sake of achievement. They set up structures that force my sheep into pens that limit the development of their potential and bring upon them a spirit of fear that halts their development completely.
Fear is not of my kingdom Courier. It is the worst possible spirit you can instill in my sheep.
Shepherds scream ‘do not fear’ from their pulpits yet wield a sword of rejection if my sheep do not bow to their will. These are not shepherds, these are hirelings and I am greatly displeased by what they are doing.”
He sighs a deep sigh and we sit together in silence for a while.
Friendly man:
“I want you to receive what I tell you now with extreme zeal. This is my heart Courier. It is my Father’s heart and it needs to be the heart of my servants.
The absence of fear is the key to everything that must be accomplished.
Write it upon your own spirit and all of you who read what the Courier records must do the same. Your assignment is to drive out fear. Fear itself is the enemy and the Father of lies passionately spreads his gospel of fear, paralyzing my children with a virus that shuts the most incredible part of who they are down. They don’t try anything new or rise when they fall. They play it safe, afraid to be humiliated or hurt again. They hide away from their dreams, the dreams I put there, and go their separate ways, oblivious to the great work that I desire to accomplish through them.
You elders, you leaders who neglect the gentleness of love, you did this!
A shepherd beats the Wolves, not the sheep. Yet you beat the sheep and wolves alike. Where is your gentleness? Where is your love for those without hope?”
He leans forward and looks into the space ahead of him.
Friendly man:
“It makes me sad Courier. My shepherds misrepresent me and ignore the Holy Spirit. Their ambition is a foul stench in my nostrils. They sow fear and now they must reap it. If they do not turn from their wicked ways they will perish. I will reject them as they reject my children.
Do you hear me reader? You call yourself a shepherd yet you are a wolf. My sheep are not your personal source of wealth and power. Do you think me blind? Or have you strayed so far from the truth that you no longer believe me real?
And you shepherds who hide from your calling! Wake up, I need you!”
He draws a countdown time in the air with his finger. The numbers spin backwards right down to the millisecond. It reads 17 years, six months, 5,4,3 days… the days spin as if seconds and the hours, minutes, seconds and milliseconds spin at a blur.
Friendly man:
“The next milestone is in 2033. These next seventeen years are extremely important and this is what I want you to do. All of you!
I want you to work with all your might to drive fear from your ranks. Perfect love casts out all fear. So create environments of perfect love. Be patient with people, give them room to grow and work intentionally to remove every drop of fear that has taken root inside of them. I want you all to prosper together, live as one with one heart but unless your soul prospers, nothing in your lives will prosper. Your souls are so cancerous with fear that you cannot trust each other or even have the hope that faith brings for one another.
You must teach my sheep to love and to do this you must create environments of unconditional love. Love is behavior Courier. It is not emotional. It is a physical act of faith.
But people cannot learn new behaviors unless they are in environments where those behaviors are the norm.
Drive the fear from one another, look for it like a doctor looks for cancer and unleash love upon one another to drive that foul spirit out! It is not a demon, it is a behavior. You love it out of someone.
In the absence of fear, my children will be free to experiment and push boundaries in helping the world. Make this plain Courier. I said it many times when I was among you:
The greatest evangelist is someone who overflows with love. And the greatest discipleship strategy is to love and do works that demonstrate love. People don’t change from your preaching. They don’t even change when they read my word. They change when they feel loved or hated. The power of my word starts first in how you treat one another.
You must actively, passionately, intentionally display great feats of love for one another. Do this and you will see the greatest revival in history sweep the earth.
I’m talking about sacrificial love here Courier. The kind that sells a house to build homes for the homeless. The kind that empties out a cupboard of new clothes to clothe those who wear rags.
You don’t do this stuff because you fear that they will not appreciate your sacrifice. You fear that they will take advantage of you. So you do nothing. Fear has become your heart and you have rejected me.
I died for you all as both atonement and example. I knew that most of you would take my sacrifice for granted but I would have done it even if it was for one of you. Do all that you do as if you are doing it for me and to me. That is what I did for you.
Fear is the key Courier. It locks the heart of greatest of you and then the enemy breaks the key inside the lock. Only love can melt that safe, not rules, regulations or ultimatums. Love.
Let me say it again.
I want you all to DO love. Physical acts of good works. Don’t tell me that you love me if you don’t physically love people. Love is not an intention, it is something that you do. If you love me, you will do what is special to me and I want you to love each other and reach out to the lost with physical acts of love.
We will speak again Courier. For now I want you to share this introduction with my sheep.
I am very proud of you.”
He hugs me again and I wake up grinning like an idiot.
[/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][/et_pb_section]