Dream 151

I stand beneath the bridge on the land under Michael’s calf.
Above me Michael hammers at the dome with his usual unshakable focus.

Before me, the arm of a woman bursts forth from a thick pool of mud. Her head follows, coming unstuck with a loud plopping sound and she takes a deep breath, as if she has been suffocating or drowning down there.
Her other arm comes free and I run to help pull her out but Gatherer appears beside me and stops me.
Gatherer:
“Do not stunt her growth son of sorrow.”

I nod and keep watching as she breathes heavily, sobbing with exertion and frustration, extricating herself from the unforgiving mud. Her hips come free then she manages to get a leg out and lies there for a while, half on dry soil, half in the mud.
Her other leg comes free and she drags herself out of the mud onto the dry soil and keeps going until she is on the grass. She collapses there and falls into a deep sleep.

We watch her sleeping for a while before an angel that I have not seen before appears beside her, crouches down and starts whispering in her ear. Hours pass. He continues to whisper in her ear until she finally stirs and he helps her up.
She stands to her feet and notices me beneath the bridge.

At first she just stands there looking at me for a while, squinting her eyes and turning her head to the side in a strange manner but then she tentatively walks closer before asking me who I am.
Lady:
“Who are you? Are you an angel come to fetch me? Am I dead?”
As the mud dries, I can make out her silver hair and realize that she is in her early fifties.
Me:
“I am just a Courier ma’am. And as far as I know, you seem very much alive right now. I am no angel but this is the realm where angels are seen. Behold, one stands beside you now.”
She looks to her right, squinting at the empty space there and then to her left, looking directly at the angel. She squints again, as if trying to see something small or invisible.
Lady:
“I don’t see any angels. Are you the angel?”
Me:
“No, I am just a Courier, the angel is to your left. If you see him, you might worship him. Angels are not gods, they are messengers of God and they do not like to be worshipped.”
The lady looks to her left again and suddenly sees the angel. She gets a fright and stumbles backwards, falling to the ground. The angel helps her up and they start to talk in hushed tones. I watch for a while before gatherer starts to speak and I give him my full attention.
Gatherer:
“See how she has risen from the mud son of sorrow? See how she rose from the pit by herself? Such hardship is the core of growth in revelation.
It is the pit that cleanses the chaff. It is hardship that removes both fruitless relationships and toxic attitudes. Only once she had pulled herself from that pit was she ready to hear of the nine fruits of the Spirit. See how God sends an angel to teach her directly? It is this way with all of mankind who rise from the pit of failure, humiliation, and despair. You do not need to see an angel to be taught by one, you merely need to listen.”

We watch the lady listening to every word spoken by the angel for a long time before the angel disappears and the lady turns to look at me.
Lady:
“What do I do now?”
Me:
“You wake up and record all that you have seen and heard. Write it down, make it plain and make it public so that you are held accountable for what you have been told.”
Lady:
“People will think I am crazy. Nobody will believe me!”
Me:
“Do not lend your thoughts to the opinions of man. And do not lay messages from angels upon the altar of mammon. God has sent His messenger to bring your assignment, you must make your vision plain and allow the gatherer angels to remove the chaff from your life. Surely when you awaken must you write all that you have seen and heard and make it public so that you may be held accountable for every word.”
Lady:
“My church does not believe in angels or prophetic revelation and they certainly will not believe that I met a strange man here.”
Me:
“Then it is no longer the right ecclesia for you. Seek out those who strive to bare the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit and strive to bare that fruit yourself. You can tell what kind of a tree you are by the fruit it bears. If the fruit is love, you are a disciple of Jesus. Seek out those for whom the nine fruits are a priority so that you may be restored and healed by the tree of life.
Lady:
“The angel spoke to me of the nine fruits of the Spirit but I have never been a patient woman, neither have I been very loving. I have spent my life in ambitious pursuit of wealth and power and have now lost everything. What am I without wealth and power? I am nothing. My friends have abandoned me, my debtors seek me out and I have no way to pay them. I have no time for romanticized niceties, I have to make money!”
Me:
“The riches you seek have no eternal worth ma’am. Seek first the kingdom of God, seek first the fruits of the Spirit. Seek first the seven spirits of God. For your pursuit of wealth has left in its wake much pain and devastation. You have uncoiled your tongue like a whip to drive people as slaves before you. To go back to that life would be as a dog returning to its vomit.
Repent now, heed the instruction of your angel, and seek to bare the fruit of the Spirit. Do this now, lest you bring judgement upon yourself and perish. Have you not seen enough pain? Have you not wrought enough pain upon others?
When you awaken, rise and record all that you have seen and heard and seek first the kingdom of God.”
Lady:
“If I seek the kingdom of God, will I be wealthy again?”
Me:
“You have never been wealthy. You have always been wretched and poor. For you have worshipped at the altar of the false god mammon. Repent now and seek out the wealth that matters. The fruit of the tree of life.”
She looks at me in shock and is about to open her mouth angrily but suddenly disappears.
Gatherer:
“Many hear but few listen. If she disobeys, she will return to the pit. If she obeys, she will experience much joy and freedom. Heed these words son of sorrow:
The wealth of the kingdom is joy and peace. Seek these riches and they shall unlock many wonders.
The kingdom is all son of sorrow!”
Me:
“The kingdom is all!”
I wake up.