Dream 170
I stand on my usual spot on the land beneath Michael’s calf. The river in front of me, the land behind me. I hold a heavy jug of oil in each hand and a large bowl is on the ground in front of me. There is writing on each jug. The one in my left […]
Dream 169
I am on a ship. Above me, sales are unfurled, bellowing with fullness of wind that drives the ship through the sea swells with alarming power. It takes me a few moments to adjust to where or when I am and suddenly the smell hits me. Not the salty ocean air, canvas, and scrubbed deck […]
Dream 168
I stand upon the land beneath Michael’s calf. Before me the river rages, swollen from a week of rain. Gatherer stands beside me and begins to speak without ceremony. Gatherer: “In their desire to do what is right, they do what is wrong. In their attempt to stave off evil, they have become evil. In […]
Dream 167
I stand upon the land beneath Michael’s calf. Before me the river is wide and low, reeds growing so densely at the edges that they obscure the grand view that lies beyond them. To my right, the lengthy bridge stretches all the way across the river, disappearing into tall trees and African bush as dry […]
Dream 166
I am in a wealthy, busy city surrounded by tens of thousands of people who determinedly move from shop to shop. Builder stands beside me and tells me to look at their eyes. I look and see that their eyes are glazed over, as if everyone is in a trance. They move from luxury to […]
Dream 165
*Warning. This dream contains very graphic violence. I was traumatized while witnessing the events and again while recording them. Connect to the spirits of council and might before you read this dream.* Dream 165 I am somewhere in northern Africa in a very busy marketplace. I hear beautiful singing over the sound of the crowd, […]
Dream 164
The intersecting grid is still before me. Each thread is the path of my life or someone else’s life. I stand lost in thought for a while before I ask my first question. Me: “You refer to special agents that are sent into places where much grace is required. Are their lives pre-ordained? Is there […]
Dream 163
I stand beside Uriel, Gatherer and Builder upon the land beneath Michael’s calf. Before us, the river flows mightily, purring a contented thunder. Each of the three angels holds within their hand a bunch of golden threads that spread out into the distance. As each thread gets further from each angel, it gets further from […]
Dream 162
Often, before I fall asleep, I ask questions of the air in hope that the Holy Spirit or one of His messengers would hear and answer as my mind leaves this realm to enter the other one behind closed eyes. Most often I do not receive answers but rather whatever I am instructed to hear. […]
Dream 161
We are back in the meadow of the Wolves and another Sheep has confidently walked into the Wolf pack, only to be slaughtered mercilessly before our eyes. The vicious aggression hits my heart like a hammer, I know this is nature but I cannot bare to watch. Beside me, Gatherer points to another sheep coming […]