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ACTS 2: 17 IT SHALL COME TO PASS IN THE LAST DAYS, SAYS GOD, THAT I WILL POUR OUT A PORTION OF MY SPIRIT ON ALL MANKIND: YOUR SONS AND YOUR DAUGHTERS SHALL PROPHESY, YOUR YOUNG MEN SHALL SEE VISIONS AND YOUR OLD MEN SHALL DREAM DREAMS. YES, EVEN ON MY SERVANTS AND HANDMAIDS I WILL POUR OUT A PORTION OF MY SPIRIT IN THOSE DAYS, AND THEY SHALL PROPHESY."

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

THE GRIM

I've paused while writing the book "Desert Dove" to log an entry.  I'd been writing about a black wolf that was menacing a prophet who lived in a cave.  I also wrote that the prophet's trust in God was being tested.  This certainly reminded me of an incident that happened last summer.  About that time, I was writing another story that featured the legendary Grim, which has been mentioned numerous times in Irish folklore.  The black dog, a portent of doom, was usually seen just before a person's death.  It's been seen in England and Scotland as well, and has also been referred to as Black Shuck, Cu Sith, a Hellhound, or even the Hound of the Baskervilles.
I'll  start by writing that I saw a large black dog by the side of the highway as I was driving home one night.  I think I was actually coming home from a prayer group meeting.  When I first saw it, I whispered, 'a Grim!' to myself.  I questioned in my heart, "Is someone going to die?"  I received large goosebumps and was quite unsettled.  Of course, my mind grew somewhat anxious.  Would it be one of my children, or one of my friends or family?  There was no answer.  Now in three days, I was supposed to go out of town with my mother and her boyfriend.  I worried a little that we might have a bad wreck.  If so, who would die?  Who would be injured?   What could I do but wait and see what would happen?  Inside my heart I prayed that it would be no one I knew.  But my heart asks now, should I have prayed for it not to occur.  Yet I felt deep inside that a death would occur.
One the day the death occurred, I was picked up at my house by my mother and her boyfriend.  We were headed to visit one of my high school teachers who was now retired and whom I hadn't seen in many years.  At no point did I try to cancel the trip.  Why, I don't know.  Somehow I felt I should trust the Lord and let everything play out as He willed.  When we were no more than three or four miles from my house, we came upon an accident. A  tractor-trailer truck carrying what looked like a light load had collided with a car on the driver's side.  We passed by slowly, and when I unbuckled my seat belt to rubber-neck, there was a body lying on the shoulder with a tarp covering it.  My skin erupted in massive goosebumps.  'The Grim!' I said in my mind.  Massive Holy Spirit goose bumps.
I began to understand that the Grim was real.  On a side note, I'm not sure if I mentioned I have Scottish roots..I've read that many 'seers' have Irish or Scottish roots.  Interestingly, I read somewhere online that the prophet Jeremiah may have traveled to Ireland or Scotland, but I don't know if it's fact.
Months later after the accident occurred, I saw another black dog trotting on my road, and my headlights caused the dog's eyes to shine spookily.  Goose bumps.  I questioned in my heart if it was a Grim and I immediately thought about a woman who I knew who was dying of cancer.  Goose bumps again.  She died two weeks or so after that.
Now these were real dogs, as I've seen both of these dogs since.  One of them was seen again shortly before my uncle died.  But I must add that I don't always get goose bumps when I see black dogs. 
To me, these occurrences are plum spooky...side note, I'm currently starting to read a book entitled Plum Spooky, lol.
I felt an urge to pray for the victim of the accident and the person who died of cancer.  I prayed the Divine Mercy Chaplet for both.  Now some might think I'm communicating with a familiar spirit, which of course, is a dark spirit or demon.  If that's true, why would I feel a deep urge to pray for both of them and act upon it?
Matthew 12:30 says, "He who is not with me is against me, and he who does not gather with me scatters."
Funny, I'm recalling that that accident occurred around 12:00 noon...
God reveals what He wills to whom He wills, that I am sure of. 

Friday, June 17, 2011

PRAY FOR THE USA

A letter from the Lord God to Timothy (a modern day prophet):  http://trumpetcallofgodonline.com/index.php5?title=Thus_Says_the_Lord_Against_the_United_States..._You_Have_Hastened_the_Day!
Please go to this site and read, and please pray for our nation.

From Volume 7, Letter #29

Thursday, June 16, 2011

DREAM OF FT HOOD, PLUS COMING WORLD WAR?

I received this dream after I had thanked the Lord for giving me the two dream/visions of the people in white robes.  I asked Him what I could do to help the greater good.  Because of this dream, I say a prayer every morning for our country.  I hope to remember to post that prayer, a prayer to Jesus, King of all Nations.

In the dream, I was standing in a wide, open valley.  To my far left was a treeline, and when I looked right I saw a group of young, physically fit American men with closely cropped hair, and I saw another group I didn't recognize.  They all appeared to me to be soldiers, and I immediately had a foreboding feeling that something was about to happen.  I looked to my left, and when I looked back to the right, the American men were being restrained from behind.  At least one, if not more, were held by two persons (two to one odds, I took it). Oddly, I also saw at least one female oriental person holding one of the young men.  I felt they were taken by surprise, as they were unarmed.  Behind the warring groups was a multitude of world flags that had been raised on flagpoles. Suddenly, I felt an urge to flee, and a red pickup came through the valley to pick me up.  After we left, we started traveling up what seemed like a great hill or mountain.  We went around and around, and somehow I was now on a bus.  About the third time around the mountain I saw flashes of red light across the flat side of a tall cliff.  I commented on how pretty the red lights were.
The scenery changed, and I saw a great number of the young men riding horses, and they seemed in a hurry to get across a body of water.  I felt deep inside that they were trying to return home to help the other men who'd been taken by surprise.  They were very much like a cavalry brigade, but they weren't wearing any kind of cowboy attire.
I then found myself standing outside a corral, and more of the young men were sitting atop a fence and watching over an ancient looking cow inside.  She was very angry, and I felt that if she got out of the corral she would present a danger.  Something was wrong with her horns, and something was wrong with her eyes...like she had multiple eyes or misshapen eyes.
After the dream, I felt instinctively that the cow represented a country in which we had a military presence, and that whatever country it was, was tired of our being there.  Her battered horns represented her battered armaments, and I also felt that her misshapen eyes represented the country's distorted religion.  (Beasts and horned animals were often depicted in revelations and other scriptures.  Deciphering their meaning can be very difficult.)
How did I connect this dream with Ft. Hood?  Well, I was about to take a church retreat which would require me to travel by bus, like I did in the dream.  The retreat was going to be at Three Mountain Retreat near Clifton, which is not all that far from Ft. Hood.  I feared going on this retreat because I though perhaps something could happen at Ft. Hood because of what I saw happen in the valley in my dream.  Because of the red flashes in the dream, I also feared it would be a bomb attack.  The shooting at Ft. Hood happened the very day that the retreat started, and I quickly remembered that the group of soldiers I'd seen in the dream numbered around 12-13.  Of course, there was only one perpetrator at Ft. Hood though, so I can only think the dream is layered...it has multiple meanings.
I took the dream very seriously, but after the incident occurred at Ft. Hood, I regretted not calling them beforehand.  Would they have listened, or would they have simply laughed at me, hung up and said some crazy person just called?  Would they have reacted simply because of a person's dream?  Will there be a bomb attack on Ft. Hood in the future?  I hope not.

The Holy Spirit placed in my heart after the occurrence that the US should not deploy more personnel to the middle east.  That is exactly what Obama did right after that.  I still feel in my heart that we could suffer an attack on our homeland, for the day I received that dream I asked God when could something like that could happen, that is, an attack on the US.  That very night, I only had a very brief dream of seeing a shiny guillotine, poised, sharpened...and ready to drop. (heavy goose bumps as I write this) Any time, apparently. I remember at that time often debating if I should move from the country, but directly in front of my truck appeared a Yellow moving truck.  It interrupted my thoughts.  Yellow, I then thought to myself.  Yes, I would be a coward if I fled.

I thank my Lord for speaking to me in my dreams, but I feel so helpless, like there's not a thing I can do to help. Obama wrote me back after I wrote him about abortion being very, very wrong.  Obama said, and I quote, "Faith may also bring us to different conclusions about the issues we face, but these honest disagreements need not divide us."  Sigh.  I am not even going there.  Did I expect him to agree after I saw the video of him saying he didn't want his daughters punished with a baby if they got into trouble?  Consequences are irrelevant in this country, except for maybe if you speak out against the president's policy.
Luke 12:51 "Do you think I came to bring peace on earth? No, I tell you, but division."
Matthew 10:34 "Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword."
Here's where I sigh again, knowing that my human mind cannot comprehend everything from God.  Wisdom tells me to lean not into my understanding but to accept and trust in Him.
I will continue to pray and fast for my country and leave the rest to Him.
I hope you will pray with me.

Oh, and you might find this interesting.  Around the time I had the aforementioned dream, I also had a dream  that my son's picture I held in my hand was blotted out, and he was dreaming of fighting in a war.  I immediatley was filled with foreboding that my son could die in a war.  Can you believe I went so far as to call the Homeland Security hotline and tell the operator this:  "Sir, I really don't know how to tell you this, but I've been having bad dreams of world war and dreams of my son dying in it."  I added, for some unknown reason..."Have you gotten any other calls from other people who've also had dreams like this?"
The operator said, 'YES.'
I then asked if the other callers mentioned that their sons would survive if they wore a medal of the Holy Face of Jesus.  (I had found at holyface.com that no soldier who ever wore the medal in WWII was known to have been executed...I also got one for my son).
Again, the operator, a male, said, 'YES.'  Well, I started crying, because I knew the Lord had poured out His Spirit on other mothers out there, and guided by God's hand like a flock of birds, all of us somehow felt an overpowering urge to call the Homeland Security hotline number.  I can't imagine how weireded out the hotline operator must have been. 
Because I was very upset by the call, I then called a friend to tell her what happened.  She didn't know what to say.  Who would?  Afterwards, I  felt compelled to go outside and pray.  I prayed all night under a starry sky, and I had a vision, or rather visions.  First, one star began to move around in the sky.  It would sometimes fade out to nothing and then come back.  Then, another star in another area would behave in the same manner.  I was kept company by the moving stars all night as I prayed.  Shivering and cold, I returned to my house at daybreak, when the last few stars darted behind the morning clouds.  I was astounded by the occurence.  After a hot bath, I crawled into bed.  Later, I called the Homeland Security again and told them they should inform the president of what took place, for it was a very stern warning.  Not a warning from me, mind you, but through me.  Someone must have had a little talk with the operator about getting rid of us freaked-out mothers.  He proceeded to literally laugh at me and tell me I was crazy.  I was furious, and he hung up on me.  I was, to be blunt, pissed off by his reaction all day.  I called back later, and I even had my ex-husband call.  We got put through to their voice mail.  Figures. Although I later requested copies of all calls made that night to the Homeland Security under the Freedom of Information act, they refused.  Well, duh. The leaders of this country have knowledge, but no wisdom.  They do not believe in prophets, prophecies, or prophetic dreams.  Even someone very dear to me shocked me by saying that some of the prophets in the bible were kind of crazy.  This young man also laments that he's not been able to find a girlfriend yet, and he's twenty one and very handsome.  You can't blaspheme the Lord without repercussions, and when you blaspheme even a prophet, you blaspheme the Holy Spirit. 
Luke 12:10 "And everyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man will be forgiven, but anyone who blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven."
Mark 3:29 "But whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will never be forgiven; he is guilty of an eternal sin."
Our God is mysterious, and so are the dreams He gives us.  Fear of being harassed and labeled a nut is what keeps me from posting my real name on the blog.  People can be really, really mean... I'm thinking now of Matt Damon's character in the movie 'Hereafter'.  He complains that the minute he speaks about his psychic abilities, he's labeled, or people shy away from him.  No, I don't speak to the dead.  At least not yet.  ;)  Not interested in that.  I have to be careful who I speak to, for I've been burned.  It hasn't been easy for me since I asked God to speak to me in my dreams.  Be careful what you wish for.  But on the same token, I haven't prayed to Him to stop giving them to me.

CHURCHES HAVE BECOME AS HARLOTS

I've read some say that the churches are as harlots...being paid for their services.  I began to meditate on the full meaning of that statement.  Soon, I began to realize that a lot of people search for a church like a man searches for a harlot.  He wants a harlot that makes him feel good, a harlot who gives him pleasure, and that is what modern man expects from his church.  He'll look around until he finds one to his liking, and only then will he open his pocketbook and put money in the offering.  Now I'm not accusing everybody, but it seems to be a common occurrence. 

Imagine if a harlot greeted her usual Sunday John in this way:  "You need to go visit your mother, you need to give to the poor, the orphan and the widow.  You need to stop lying to your wife, and you need to stop stealing from your employer, blah, blah, blah."  What would the man do if suddenly convicted of sins by the harlot?   He'd leave, of course, and find a harlot who would make him feel good about himself.  Similarly, if a lukewarm pastor were suddenly set on fire with the Holy Spirit and preached repentance, many of his congregation would probably leave.  Such is the way modern men and modern women often search for a church...like a man looks for a harlot.  Some go to church for socialization or to involve themselves in leadership roles that merely make them look important to others.  You'll see some of them running around with important looking name tags.  I visited one church and someone with a name tag went so far as to tell me "stick with so-an-so, and she'll get you on the right path."  I thought to myself much later, 'Excuse me?  You don't even know me, sir!'   I was stunned by his comment, and when I'm stunned, I usually remain quiet.  I also never went back to that church.  Someone from their church came to my house and had the gall to tell me that if I wanted to receive the Holy Spirit, I had to be baptized in their church and have their prophet pray over me.  I've already had people in my prayer group pray over me in tongues.  The Holy Spirit is with me already.  I wouldn't be writing books if He hadn't given me the stories to write! 

As I've heard Michael Yousef say, "People come to church for a motivational speech, and they come to church because they feel guilty or because they think it makes them look good," and so forth and so on.  Yousef is a great preacher, by the way.  www.leadingtheway.org.  I've listened to many of his sermons on American Family Radio in the evening.  He speaks often regarding repentance, and he is very challenging.

PROPHECY-BE LIKE A SALMON

The Lord gave me a prophecy recently.  In these last days, things are very dark, and to be a true believer one must struggle as hard as a salmon.  If you know anything about salmon, you'll know life isn't easy for a salmon.  They struggle against extremely powerful currents of water to reach an area where they will bear fruit, that is, produce young...multiply.  Along the way, bears snap at them and fishermen toss their hooks at them. (Makes me think of the Christian's who go into hostile territory to spread the gospel.)  Now if a person goes with the current, one will be swept out to sea to be eaten by sharks, producing no fruit and receiving no eternal life.

Deuteronomy 5:32 So be careful to do what the Lord your God has commanded you; do not turn aside to the right or to the left. Walk in all the way that the Lord your God has commanded you, so that you may live and prosper and prolong your days in the land that you will possess.

Matthew 7:21 "Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven."

Chances are, if everyone is doing it, they're swimming with the current, meaning you shouldn't do it too.  Some of the powerful currents we must swim against in our lives today are lukewarm churches, pop culture, pleasure-seeking and prosperity prophets.  To 'do what is right in your own eyes' seems to be the status quo, yet thankfully the Lord has opened my eyes to where I see status-seeking Americans living like Romans.  I know I was.  We have our Colosseum, actually, we have many of them, and we have our gyms/bathhouses.

For most people, God is shelved until Sunday, if even that. Watch a Gaga video and you'll see orgies being glorified.  I read that she thanks God for her success.  Who exactly is her God?  I have to pity her actually, because I also read that Lady Gaga feels dead when she's not performing on stage.  How empty must 99% of her life be...and the other 1% consists only of a momentary adrenaline rush.  What can I do but add her to my prayer list...

I can't say it enough.  I think many people can't see the light because they're not reading His Word.  And they're not reading the Word because they don't want to be convicted of their sins.  No one wants to listen to a priest or pastor who pounds the pulpit and tells them to clean up their lives and read their bibles.  Long ago, preachers did this, and life was hard then.  There is poverty in this country, yes, but many, many Americans now enjoy a decent standard of living...yet this generation is the most coddled generation, that is, by the leaders of churches.

BILOCATION

This occurrence was of short duration.  One night in 2009, I found myself walking like a ghost through a shadowy hallway on the second floor of the house where I used to reside.  I could see the silhouette of a young man playing a video game through a door.  Then, I heard what sounded like sexual grunting.  Or I thought perhaps they were grunts of pain.  Was it a dream or something I read about later called bilocation?

I spoke to my son about it when he came to me.  Knowing partying, alcohol and drugs was ongoing out at his father's house, I asked him if something bad had occurred the previous weekend.  He didn't really want to relate any details, so I told him what I'd dreamed.  Floored by what he heard, he said, "Oh, my God Mom, Oh, my God!"  He proceeded to tell me the details of how everything had gotten out of hand in the house, and some guy had sex with an intoxicated girl in what used to be my marriage bed.  Sigh. 

It was a rough time for me.  I couldn't control or stop what was going on out there, which was my ex allowing underage drinking, drug use, and now, sexual activity on the premises.  It was a very difficult time for me, and I finally had to let go and place it all in God's hands.  Eventually the activity stopped because my ex was jumped out by his brother, the only person he'll listen to and actually respect.  Also, property was being damaged and/or stolen, and the work involved in cleaning up after wild parties got tiring. 

I also had another dream of going into the house and seeing filthy, nasty water in the jacuzzi tub.  I'm quite certain some nasty things must have been going on in the jacuzzi for me to dream that.

Things go to hell during a divorce, that's for sure.  It's the worse thing in the world, far worse than a funeral.  Every day feels like a funeral during a divorce.  I regret the pain it caused to my youngest child, who suffered so much.  Thankfully, he's doing much better.

DREAM OF GUARDIAN ANGEL

I dreamed I was visiting my mother, and she was complaining about something while she cooked toast in a skillet.  It looked nasty because she was using so much cooking oil.  I kind of got tired of listening to her and decided to go for a walk.  About that same time I saw a young girl seated on one of the other kitchen stools,  and she rose from a stool and followed me.  I was very happy to see her and said something to that effect, that I 'd always wanted to know something about her.  She never spoke, but suddenly she changed into a large yellow and black butterfly.   When I say large, I mean about a foot long wingspan or more.  Then the sky turned to night, and she, the butterfly, turned into a bluish white orb of light.  She flew into the sky, and the orb of light grew bigger and brighter until nearly all I could see before me was the almost-blinding orb.  In the far right corner of my field of vision, I saw my guardian angel run to my right.  She was a child once again.  But the big orb of bluish-white light remained in the night sky.
I don't believe that she, the small orb of light, grew bigger.  I believe that the arrival of Michael the Archangel was the reason for the larger glowing orb. 
I haven't received full enlightenment regarding this dream from the Holy Spirit yet.  That is my interpretation, but I'll have to wait for affirmation.
I think God is also trying to say my mother should be eating healthier. ;)

READING ABOUT THE SAINTS---IMMERSED IN HIS PASSION 2009

I was a Catholic for number of years before I left the church on His command.  Many of those years I was lukewarm at best.  The last year or so, He steered me toward studying the saints.  I greatly enjoy reading about them.  When I first converted, I had a thirst for praying for the conversion of sinners, and soon, praying for souls in Purgatory was added.  Meditating on His Passion has not discontinued.  The Lord told St. Gertrude that the prayer most pleasing to Him was prayer for the conversion of sinners. 
In 2009, He allowed me to feel a portion of the anguish He suffered on Holy Thursday.  I didn't know what was going on exactly at the time, for I also had a sore throat at the time.  But it simply couldn't have caused the horrible foreboding feeling I felt, as if the whole world was going to come to an end.  It's almost unexplainable how I felt when I curled up in my bed that Day.  Why did I feel an overwhelming urge to say aloud, 'Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will."  I don't know if I said the exact same words found in Matthew 26:39, but I said basically the same thing.  I can only think right now that I must have caused Jesus a great deal of pain because of my sin.  Had I ever had a more horrific day in my life?  I don't think so. 
Good Friday was a little better, and although I was reeling from the day before, I somehow made it to church.  Either Saturday or Sunday morning, I awakened, and shortly thereafter I felt the strangest sensation rippling through my body.  It can only be described as a fluttering throughout my frame, even on my face.  Was this how it would feel to be resurrected?  I can only suppose.  Like what happened on Holy Thursday, the fluttering feeling only happened to me once.
I supposed it was because of the strange things that were happening to me, the dreams, visions and the like, that directed me toward the saints.  Now I'm not saying I'm a saint, but I am saying that something that occurred to me did occur to some of the saints.  St. John of the Cross experienced what he called 'The Dark Night of the Soul.'  I have a book on his life, but since I've been trying to write a book, I haven't picked it up.

To me, it felt as if there was a complete absence of God around me that Holy Thursday.  I smile now as I recall the evil beings known as Dementors surrounding Harry Potter, sucking the life force out of him.  (goose bumps)   And just now, I am envisioning my guardian angel trying to get through them to help me during that time, and the nasty buggers keeping her or him back.
I think my guardian angel may be a young-looking girl with long, golden locks.  I dreamed about her.  Will have to blog it.

SON'S VISION OF 9/11, REASON WHY WE WEREN'T PROTECTED.

I will start this post with a little sermon.  First, if you do not read the bible, you will not find this post to your liking nor will you agree with my interpretation of the dream, as given to me by the Holy Spirit.  If one has read the Holy Bible, and one believes the truth He has spoken through every single one of His chosen prophets, one can easily see that for eons of time, God has punished cities or countries that achieved a high level of wickedness...therein resided people who refused to repent and amend their ways.  In Jonah's time, God saw that the people of Nineveh repented, and in His great mercy, His wrath was diminished.  The Lord is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.  Satan has spread his lies across this country and fooled countless people just like he fooled Eve.  Go ahead and take a bite, for there will be no punishment for breaking God's laws.  There are people who have attitudes like 'I can't be perfect, so why try."  Others have gone 'GaGa' and say "I was born this way, therefore I don't need to go to the trouble to change."  Easier to be disobedient, right? Others think once saved always saved. Read Ezekiel 18:24  "But if a righteous man turns from his righteousness and commits sin and does the same detestable things the wicked man does, will he live? None of the righteous things he has done will be remembered. Because of the unfaithfulness he is guilty of and because of the sins he has committed, he will die."  That's pretty clear to me.  Whether folks accept it or not, there are earthly and heavenly consequences for sin.  Romans 6:23 says "For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord." 


Now, I will continue with my son's vision.  He dreamed he was in a building, and for some reason, he felt he really needed to get out.  After finding an elevator, he walked inside and turned to the control panel.  There was a single button...an 'E'.  Upon pushing the button, he found that the elevator would only go up.  (On a side note, I later watched the movie 'Left Behind, can't remember if it was the first or second movie, and Kirk Cameron also entered an elevator that would only go up...he ended up on the rooftop with none other than the AntiChrist.... that gives me goose bumps.)  My son got out of the elevator to find himself in a room where a doctor sat in the corner with his head hanging down.  On a nearby table, there were fetus body parts lying on top of it and a large pot that was boiling.  Inside, my son could see more fetus body parts.  The only other people in the room were two nurses, and they quickly left.  My son was frightened, thinking that the doctor would harm him, but he didn't.  He merely looked sad.  Suddenly, demons emerged from the boiling pot and went after the doctor.  That's when my son bolted from the room.  He ran down a hallway until he found a crowd of people gathering around an open door.  When he looked through it, he saw a stage and world leaders sitting in the audience.  Someone tried to push my son through the door, but he didn't want to go.  It was a struggle, but he managed to break free and run.  His only thought was to get out of the building, and at one point he was crawling on his hands and knees.  The building dropped out from under him, and he said it felt as though he were sliding through a chute before he ended up on a beautiful tropical beach with dolphins swimming in the ocean. 
This dream occurred shortly before the anniversary of 9/11 in 2009.  The 'E' button in the elevator stood for Evil, which is only rising in this country, and the greatest of all its evils is the murder and mutilation of innocent unborn children.  The boiling pot represents fetuses being used in science.  Already there is a clear link between the use of fetal cells in vaccines and autism in children.  The stage and the world leaders represent not only our evilness that is witnessed on the world stage (television/internet), but 9/11 being seen by the world as well.  The dream has been prophetic in the fact that two nurses, or Planned Parenthood directors, have left Planned Parenthood since he had the dream.  Abby Johnson is one of the two women, and I do not know the other woman's name, but she left her director's position after the 2011 40 Days for Life.
Who was the doctor in the dream?  None other than Dr. Kermit Gosnell, of Transylvania, excuse me, I mean Pennsylvania, whose abortion clinic was called a 'House of Horrors' by the authorities.  Fetuses and fetus body parts were found all over the place, including the refrigerator where staff kept their lunches.  Their lunches...
What I don't know is if the building that fell out from under him was one of the trade center buildings that fell during 9/11, or if there is going to be another building going down in the future.  Does it mean that the law that upholds man's so-called legality of committing abortion is going to be overturned?  Also in my son's dream, demons attacked the doctor.  I have to wonder if it means that Dr. Gosnell is going to pass away. 
There are people who wouldn't believe God would remove His hand of protection, but the fact remains that He did.  If people would then judge God, who is merciful, for allowing those lives to be lost, then those same people should explain why we act like gods and allow a 9/11 to occur EVERY SINGLE DAY upon the unborn.  Exactly WHO is the tyrant here?   I'd say that we are.  And because the majority of AMericans don't care enough to speak out, to take the time to write a letter to their president and legislators, we're all going to suffer the consequences.  Our sons and daughters will also continue to die in wars because of abortion, idolatry and other evils committed by people in this country...add to that the sins of ommission, that is, people not doing what they know they should do, which is stand up against the tsunami of evil that is towering over this country.  2 Timothy 3 sums the last days up, and it is being fulfilled.  Abortion is Anti-Christ.  Thou Shall Not Kill.

Monday, June 13, 2011

STRANGE COINCIDENCE

I'm writing a book called Desert Dove, and it is meant to be a sequel to The Alchemist, if the author permits me to use his characters.  Led by the Spirit, I had written in the story that a church in southern Spain had been damaged by an earthquake, and a tree had grown inside it afterward.  This is depicted in The Alchemist at the end of author Coelho's story, where the boy digs up treasure at the base of the tree.  However, it doesn't mention that the church was damaged by earthquake.  It's just what I let the Holy Spirit lead me to write.  What's strange is that I Googled 'earthquakes in Spain,' and lo and behold, there had just been an earthquake in Lorca!  It is in the Murcia province, east of Andalusia.  The boy in The Alchemist was from Andalusia.

In another story I've been writing, I told of an earthquake in southern Turkey that collapsed a mine owned by the fictional Deep Empire Mining Operation of the North, or DEMON for short.  (It's the north mine, because the south mine was located in North Africa...silly, I know, but that's what I wrote).  I gave the mine that name for the mine because there actually is a mining company in Turkey called Empire Mining Co.  There have been too many strange coincidences in my book writing to withhold putting this in my blog.  I really wouldn't be surprised if an earthquake hit Turkey or S. Turkey.

DREAM OF TSUNAMI

This dream occurred before Japan.  There was nothing about the tsunami in the dream, however, that suggested that it would occur in Japan.  I was on a beach, and I saw a big wave.  It just held there in place, like a wall of water, and it appeared blue-green in color.  An unknown child was near me, so I took the child's hand, wanting to take him or her to higher ground.  I didn't pay much attention to the child...I was keeping my eye on the wave.  We proceeded calmly to higher ground, and when I looked again I saw the wave get higher too.  Again, we climbed higher, and when I looked at the wave the third and final time, it was at eye level with me.  I merely said in the dream, 'When that crashes it's going to be bad!' 
It sort of reminded me of the Red Sea being parted by God when Moses and the Hebrews passed through it. 
When Japan's earthquake happened, the tsunami looked to me like the first wave I saw, which was not very high.  I don't know when or if the very tall wave I feared crashing will occur, but I do know what I saw looked about a hundred yards high.

DREAM OF OBAMA/DRAFT

In Feb or early Mar of 2011, I had a dream of being in a big mall.  I wanted to get out, and I sat down on a wide escalator and rode it down.  Have no idea what that part of the dream meant, but I will say I have as very little to do with malls and shopping as I possibly can.  I found my way outside, where I saw Obama sitting on top of a black military tank.  Some woman was assisting him, and as she left, he said, 'That was the best pedicure I ever got.'  The sky was grey and cloudy, and it looked like it could rain at any time.  Suddenly, a black plastic toy soldier floated down on a parachute from the sky.  It was going to land to my right, so I reached out with my hand to catch it.  I missed.  The second toy parachutist that floated down came straight for me.  I caught that one and held it to my chest.  They were both black in color.  I can't remember what the parachutes colors were, but they had color.  After I caught the toy, I yelled, 'This is a sign!  Can't he see this is a sign?'...referring to Obama.  So I jump down from whatever I was sitting on...it was a wall or grassy hill or something...and my foot landed on the tank.  To my great surprise, the tank was soft, like a sofa cushion.  He was on a big, tank couch!  I ran around to the other side of the tank to speak to Obama, and I was very sad.  I begged him, 'Please don't send my son off to war.'  He merely patted my shoulder, saying, 'Everything will be all right.' 

It was no more than two weeks after this dream that I walked into my sister's house to see Obama on her television telling of a US plane being shot down in Libya, and that the pilot parachuted to safety.  My jaw nearly hit the floor.  When I Googled the event later, I saw a soldier dressed in black parachuting from the plane.  Thus the dream has been partly fulfilled.
I think the 'tank couch' means that Obama is comfortable with war, and I also believe that a draft is a very real possibility.  Can't help but think back when kings rode into army valiantly with their troops.  Now they sit in luxury and get pedicures while they send their pawns to fight against each other.  Sigh.

DREAM ABOUT FEAR OF FUTURE EVENTS

This dream occurred in either 2009 or 2010.
I dreamed I was standing on the bed of a lowboy trailer that was hooked up to a tractor.  My father, who's deceased, came out of nowhere and jumped onto the seat of the tractor.  Next thing I knew we were flying down the highway at the speed of an automobile.  In the middle of the trailer was some kind of partition, and I decided I wanted to see where we're going.  I peered over it and could see several things.  1. It was dark. 2. The road was very narrow. 3. I could see several bright headlights of vehicles heading straight toward us.  An ambulance flashed its lights, but it turnd onto another road before it met us.  I'm thinking, 'There's no way anyone can pass us!  We're going to hit someone head on!  At that time we hit a bump, and I flew up into the air.  However, I landed as gentle as a feather on some kind of pallet on the trailer.  I stopped trying to look ahead and laid there very still while my father did the driving.

That's what my Father wants me to do.  Stop worrying about the future and let Him do the driving.
If a person does something rash because of fear, a person can get hurt.

I wore a scripture bracelet for a long time because of my fears.  It was Philippians 4.
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

The peace which transcends all understanding surrounds me.  I never knew this gift could be mine.  It took a long time to receive it, but everything is on God's time, not ours. 

WHEN USA DOESN'T SUPPORT ISRAEL, IT SUFFERS

Watch this.  The Holy Spirit revealed to me it is truth.  The USA has suffered tremendous natural disasters every time our leaders show a lack of support for Israel.  The latest occurred just after our current president said Israel should go back to 1967 boarders.  When he did so, the Kraken was released over Missouri.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOionBHtRdM

The Holy Spirit affirms to me that until this country changes, until the sin of abortion is stopped, it is as if it is a  pirate ship defiantly taking on a hurricane or a maelstrom.  Why does the US think it will get protection from the Hand of God, if it disobeys God?  It's had two masts broken (9/11), it has sprung leaks (floods), winds have damaged its rudder (Florida), which shows the country has lost its direction.  And when the bow breaks, (California-mega earthquake).....what then?  And still, after all that has happened, so many people do not turn to God and away from their lives pursuing pleasure.  Shouldn't there be more to our lives than eating, drinking, merry-making, sensualism, and materialism?
PLEASE PRAY FOR OUR COUNTRY

DREAMS OF STORM, KANSAS TORNADO, LANDSLIDE, BLOWING SHOFAR 05-20 & 05-21

Two days before Joplin tornadoes occurred, 05-20, I dreamed I saw a house built on a steep incline.  I commented in the dream, 'there's no way those people can walk inside there.'  I picked up a shofar, which is supposed to be a Jewish ram's horn, BUT in my case, it was a cow horn, lol, and I blew an alarm. 

The next morning, 05-21, a Saturday, I dreamed that a bad storm was beating against my front door.  I opened it briefly to check.  Yep, it was a bad storm.  When I closed the door, I fell to the floor. Then, my whole house started to slide.  it felt so real!  I woke up and journaled the dream.  That very evening a bad storm blew in, and rain beat against my door.  The next day, the tornadoes took Joplin.

Lately, I see pins and stickers reading, 'Release the Kraken'.  Well, that's what I named the multi-vortex storm that passed  through Joplin.  The 'tentacles' of the massive storm, or the Kraken, smashed everything to bits in its path.

KANSAS TORNADO.  I had a dream of a tornado lifting the roof off of my house.  Fortunately, that hasn't come to pass.  I also dreamed of being in some house, I didn't recognize.  Come to think of it, it reminded me of the house in Gone With the Wind, which is symbolic of a tornado's destruction.  I felt the whole house lift up with me and spin around, like Dorothy in Wizard of Oz.  Then I woke up.  Well, Dorothy was in Kansas, and I soon found out a tornado had hit Kansas on May 22nd.  Not sure of the exact date of the dream, but it was probably before it happened.  I need to go back through my blog journal and find out.  I seldom watch the news, so sometimes I find things out after the fact...

I believe the 05-20 dream signals landslides, and I found a website which stated it is a very real possibility in California, and if so, there will be devastating results.  Interestingly, there were landslides, actually, at that time in Snake River and Porcupine Bay, but the destruction wasn't listed as catastrophic.  http://blogs.agu.org/landslideblog/2011/05/20/snake-river-landslide-wyoming-with-an-amazing-and-very-funny-time-lapse-video-of-the-movement/

DREAM OF HAILSTONES

This dream was very recent, in about May of 2011.
I dreamed I was standing on the front porch of my parents' house where I grew up.
Large rocks fell from the sky.  There was no fiery trail, and they didn't look like meteors.
Rather, I would htink of them as maybe falling from a volcanic explosion or something.
Four or five fell to my left, the east, and then a massive one landed in the churchyard in front of the house.
The sky looked reddened, smoky and ominous.
Suddenly to my right came a round rock rolling right at me!  It was like Indiana Jones or something.
I ran back into the house and braced myself.  Nothing happened, I woke up and wrote the dream in my journal.

I noted that I was safe within my 'father's house'.  I felt this was a message, that even thought natural disasters and tribulations may occur around us, we are safe in our Father's house, the shelter of His wings.
Perhaps the dream represents a future volcanic disturbance in the U.S.  Will have to wait and see.
I haven't had good feelings about Yellowstone and Mt. St. Helens.

Revelations 6:13 fulfilled during the Falling Stars of 1833

If you Google Falling Stars of 1833, you will find verification this event occurred.
The Lord made sure I came across a book printed in 1917 called “Our Day in the Light of Prophecy”. 
My mother found it amongst truckloads of stuff she'd pack-ratted away for decades.  It was an amazing book.  I found an excerpt describing when one of the scriptures from Revelations was fulfilled...Rev 6:13  'THE STARS OF HEAVEN FELL UNTO THE EARTH, EVEN AS A FIG TREE CASTETH HER UNTIMELY FIGS, WHEN SHE IS SHAKEN OF A MIGHTY WIND.' “
“The stars shall fall from heaven' is found in Matt 24:29.  The Spirit confirmed the Truth in the excerpt.  I am learning from the Spirit that tribulations have been occurring for some time—they are not to happen all at once.  This is from the book, "The great meteoric shower of Nov. 13., 1833, described on pg 94 as one of the most remarkable phenomena of the astronomical story.   An estimated 34,640 stars fell per hour.  On the night of Nov. 12-13 1833 a tempest of falling stars broke over the earth.  North America bore the brunt of its pelting.  From the Gulf of Mexico to Halifax, until daylight with some difficulty put an end to the display, the sky was scored in every direction with shining tracks and illuminated with majestic fireballs.” History of Astronomy in the Nineteenth Century” p 329.  Source after source described the event with words such as “no celestial phenomenon has ever occurred in this country, since its first settlement, which was viewed with so much admiration and delight by one class of spectators, or with so much astonishment and fear by another class---a topic of conversation in every circle.’  P 97 Another:  “though their was NO moon…their brilliancy was so great that we could, at times, read common-sized print without much difficulty, and the light which they afforded was much whiter than that of the moon, in the clearest and coldest night, when the ground is covered with snow."   I glanced at the next page which told of a sign of fire in a watchtower being a signal to God’s people anciently to flee from the coming danger (Jer. 6:1) so the signs appearing now in the heavens and in the earth are God’s signals of warning to the people of our day.  Continuing, pg 99, one observer in Georgia wrote, “In every direction I could hear men, women children screaming, “The judgment day is come.  Rather, it was a signal that the hour of judgment  was drawing near (this being over 170 years ago).  ….there began an awakening of the doctrine of the 2nd coming…which has grown into movement to spread the gospel to every nation and tongue…”   pg 99 stated "There had been another shower seen in S. America in 1799, and that the oldest inhabitants there had a recollection of another display in 1766.    33 years after the 1833 display, Europe was the scene of the display, but it was NOT to be compared w the 1833 occurrence.  However a missionary in Syria described a monumental display, with one green meteor coming down over Lebanon, seeming as large as the moon, and exploded w a large noise, leaving a pillar of green light in its train…the Mohammedans gave the call to prayer from the minarets, and the common people were in terror”  Pg 102  “It may be that on a yet more awful and universal scale these phenomena will be seen again in that last shaking of the powers of heaven…”

Sunday, June 12, 2011

DREAM OF PITCH BLACK CHURCH, SATAN'S VOICE

This dream occurred in approx. late 2009 or 2010.
I dreamed I was standing in a pitch black church in front of four tall candles.  The wax on each of them seemed to be dripping upward or something, because the candle wax had kind of spiked at the top in such a way that it made them easy to snuff.  Don't know why I was putting the candles out, but I was.  I just pinched the spikes of wax together and snuffed the first candle, then the next and the next.  When I came to the last candle, I sensed a presence.  I was about to snuff the fourth and said, 'Aquinas, let me light a candle for you so that the Good Lord will come and shepherd your church.' 
A horrid, deep voice in the darkness said, 'NOOO!'
I woke up immediately, and I felt like my skin was on fire.  I was pretty scared.
Aquinas, I'm certain, had to be St. Aquinas, a doctor of the Catholic church. 
The candles may have represented types of churches' lampstands being 'put out'.
And of course the ominous voice belonged to Satan, who didn't want me lighting a candle for the church.
Satan does NOT want me to be a doctor of the church, the body of Christ.
I will light a candle, anyway.  Some would ask me, why provoke such a monster?
I say that Jesus said that no one, and that includes Satan, could hurt him unless the power was given to him from above.  If I didn't have confidence in that, I'd be frightened.
THE DEVIL WILL ALWAYS TRY TO TALK YOU OUT OF DOING GOOD

From Ephesians 6
'Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.'

ON SUFFERING

Suffering is not 'IN', but there is no way to Christ but through it.

Here's a good article:
http://www.handofhelp.com/michael_21.php
In fact, Michael Boldea writes some great articles.  He's the son-in-law of Dimitru Dudumu, and I have a link to his visions.  He prophecied God's coming judgment on America before he died.

I know my blog will not be for everyone's liking in this pleasure-driven world, but people need to know hard times are coming, and our Lord wants us to take shelter under His wings, not stick our heads in the sand like ostriches.  Getting closer to the Lord has given me strength and stamina when difficult moments arise!  I do not fear like I used to, but even so, the Lord gave me a prophecy recently that said not to fear.

Prophets who say all is well, good times are coming, or tell you that once you become a believer you will never suffer again are false prophets.  Beware of prophets who always talk about money and possessions and how to please the Lord so you can get them.  Remember, the Lord rains goodness on the just and the unjust.  Prophets who do not speak about Satan, ever, are false prophets.

JAMES 4:6, PSALM 51, 8-9, PSALM 131, PSALM 130

Humility is a must when seeking closeness with God.  David the Psalmist was a very humble young man.
I have really been drawn to the Psalms more and more lately.

James 4:6 says, "But he gives us more grace. That is why Scripture says: "God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble."


Psalm 51 is a psalm that relates to my dreams of white-robed people.
'Indeed you love truth in the heart; then in the secret of my heart teach me Wisdom.
O purify me, then I shall be clean;  O wash me, I shall be whiter than snow.

Please listen to the beautiful song by John Michael Talbot called 'Come To The Quiet', based on Psalm 131.
'My heart is not proud, O Lord, my eyes are not haughty; 
I do not concern myself with great matters, or things too wonderful for me.
But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child 
with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me. 
O Israel, put your hope in the Lord, Both now and forevermore.'

I pray this next Psalm every morning as part of the De Profundis.
Psalm 130:
Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord; O Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy.
If you, O Lord, kept a record of sins, O Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness; therefore you are feared.
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope.
My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning.
O Israel, put your hope in the Lord, for with the Lord is unfailing love and with him is full redemption.
He himself will redeem Israel from all their sins.

HE WILL RAISE YOU UP ON EAGLE'S WINGS

Psalm 51 12-13
'A pure heart create for us, O God, put a steadfast spirit within us.
Do not cast us away from your presence, nor deprive us of your Holy Spirit.'

Amen

CALLED OUT OF THE CHURCHES OF MEN

For the past few months, I've been studying www.trumpetcallofgodonline.com which reveals the letters a man named Timothy has received from God the Father and Jesus Christ over the past several years.
Timothy was a man pulled out of the world who had not been 'indoctrinated' by any church of men.
I don't even remember how I first found Timothy's Letters from Christ, really, maybe on Youtube.
But I ask the Lord to lead me, and He does.
I first had some doubts about the prophet Timothy, I must admit, but I was trying to be very careful and test the spirits, as it says in the Bible to do.

While I was struggling in this area, thankfully I received a prophecy from Jesus from a woman in our prayer group who gets messages from the Lord.  That was my fourth prophecy from the Lord through her.  It read:

'My little one,
Be ever so still, and you will know it is from Me.  Do not add, nor take away, for I will do the rest. 
Amen  Thank You   My Jesus

I received that prophecy because I had been wondering whether to keep or take away references about keeping God's commandments that I found at Trumpet Call, so that affirmed to me that I should keep the references. 
Words cannot describe how joyous I feel when I get a written prophecy from her.  I cried when I got the first one, and it gave me a lot of needed strength at the time.

IMPORTANT:  For the letter that Timothy received where the Lord is calling His people out of the churches of men, here's the website:  http://trumpetcallofgodonline.com go to Volume 7, letter #106

There are people who disagree with Timothy about the letters he's received about Hell, and they call him a false prophet.  They are wrong, and they are missing the boat.  The Holy Spirit affirms to me that he is a true prophet.
This particular letter called  me out of the church, and yes, the Holy Spirit poured over me when I read it.
I remember thinking, 'Now?' and He then placed in my heart, 'It is the appointed time.' 
For a couple of weeks, I felt a good bit of unease about leaving the church, but He asked this in my heart, 'Are you saved by the church, or are you saved by Me?'  Well, I know the right answer to that!
We tend to equate being a good Christian with attending church regularly, when we ought to
equate obedience to His Word with being a good Christian. 
But all in all, the good we do, I've read, is only filthy rags in His sight anyway.
For whom can boast?  Every inspiration comes from Him!  To do good is merely doing what one ought to do.  Isn't it written, that we hope to hear, 'Well done, good and faithful servant' when we stand before Him?

This is what I am to say when asked where I go to church.

I BELONG TO NO CHURCH OF MEN.
I BELONG TO MY LORD JESUS CHRIST,
AND TOGETHER WITH THOSE WHO ARE HIS,
THAT IS THE CHURCH IN WHICH I DWELL.

This is what the Lord instructed Timothy the Prophet to say, and all those who follow and love His letters.

Here's another good letter, but I would urge one to read them all.
http://trumpetcallofgodonline.com/index.php5?title=Awake_All_You_Churches_of_Men
So my church now consists of the believers at my weekly prayer group meeting  (where the Word is spoken and the gifts of the Holy Spirit are used) along with anyone else who is His. 
THANK YOU, MY YESHUA, FOR SAVING ME

REGARDING IDOLATRY/DEUTERONOMY 5:8

I'm going to post a recent dream that occurred in April 2011 or so.  I dreamed I was in a big house with a lot of rooms, and every room had walls filled with shelves.  Every shelf was loaded with knick-knacks and stuff.  I remember suddenly focusing on a stuffed, pink rabbit.  I walked amidst junk on the floor to and thought to myself, 'I need to get out of here!'  It was almost suffocating, and I felt trapped in all that junk. 
When I finally found my way outside, to my horror there was what I can only call a Hellhound running amok.  It's appearance could be likened to a cross between a black panther and a dog.  Soon, it came after me, and I picked up a shovel, of all things, to protect myself.  The Hellhound roared fiercely, but I shoved the shovel in its face.  I didn't feel fear, but I felt anger at it, like I wanted to hurt it.  Never did it touch me or even strike the weapon I was wielding, before it turned away to chase after the other people.  When it did, I saw blood spurting from its sides.  Somehow I knew that the demon could devour and devour, and never would its stomach be filled, for whatever it ate would run out of the holes in its sides.
The Holy Spirit enlightened me...it was the Demon of Idolatry I saw, which runs rampant in our country.  The pink rabbit, to me, signified two things:  1.  We start our children out early as idolators, giving them toys they form attachments to.  2:  Easter has become an abomination, a pagan holiday injected with covetousness, something to be marketed.  I could go on and on about Easter and Christmas.


A lot of people would disagree with me about my reaction to this dream, but I did what the Lord placed in my heart.  I knew I had moving boxes full of junk in my storage shed which I had no available space for in my house.  My rooms would have to be lined with shelves to hold all of it.  I lamented the amount of money wasted on the collectibles and antiques.  I must add that about a week after the dream, I got upset with some things a speaker was saying to the youth of our church, and to distract myself, I opened the bible. 
This is what the Lord led me to:  Deuteronomy 5:8  "You shall not make for yourself an idol, or any likeness of what is in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the water under the earth."
Now I have a scripture to go with the dream.
I can also see that once again I've found fault with someone else, when I had work to do on myself....
I looked up from my bible to gaze at this horse lamp I had, which I always really liked.  For some reason, it had been bothering me since the dream, so I asked the Lord if I needed to get rid of it. After all, it was made in the likeness of something on the earth.  I got goose bumps, which is an affirmation.  Knowing if I gave it to Goodwill or something, it could just become someone else's idol, I asked, 'Do I destroy?  Please affirm.'  More goose bumps.
Ok, I had some house cleaning to do...actually a lot.  Dust and ashes coat my tongue, kept coming to mind while I cleaned out my house and sheds.  That was a song the choir I was in always sang during Lent. After I cleaned the stuff out, which embarrassingly added up to about three pickup loads or more, that only left the angels I'd collected, and there were a lot when I included those I received as gifts.  I start trying to reason with the scripture, hmm, maybe by what is in heaven above means stars, planets, etc.  But I knew I had to ask.  I was praying in my room and asked my Helper, what about the angels?  Them too?  I need to know, please.'  I felt the Holy Spirit goose bumps. 
My spirit felt much lighter when I got all of that stuff destroyed and thrown in the trash, I must say.  And I realized I hadn't done a good job thus far emulating St. Lea. 
I ask Him time and time again why He puts up with me.  My Yeshua is so patient, so kind, I love Him so...
I will finish by saying that I talked to my priest about the dream and what I did, hoping he would want to warn others.  He kind of laughed and said, 'Why, you don't bow down to those little things, do you?'
I said, 'No, but, (then I quoted Deuteronomy 5:8).
But I also told him what I tell you now.  When I broke the angels with a hammer, I smelled roses.
My priest became serious and said, 'He (God) must be doing something different with you.'
WHAT?!  Do the scriptures only apply to ME?  Is this only MY TEST?  I thought the bible was written for everybody!
Of course I didn't say these things to him, but I'm thinking them now as I write.  Actually, I didn't say anything else after the priest spoke, but he kind of made me feel stupid.  That's ok, because I know who I should be obedient to!
How is it that we reason and use theology and knowledge in such a way as to twist the scriptures so we feel comfortable being disobedient?  I have to admit I was trying to do the same thing so I would feel right in keeping my angels.
I'm glad I asked the Spirit, though, instead of going by what my priest said.  So many people do that, ask a person, as if the Holy Trinity isn't interested in a personal relationship with us.  They are...they are omnipresent.

Why aren't the scriptures taken as they're written?  When I read Deut 5:8 it seems pretty clear to me.
I now know that if I have a question about scripture, I shouldn't ask the flesh, I should ask the Holy Spirit for enlightenment.  He will give it...if only a person will ask.  Jesus said He'd send the Helper.  That is a promise. 

DREAM AFTER RETREAT

This dream occurred the morning after I came back from an ACTS retreat. 
During the retreat, the passion of Christ was re-enacted.   I guess I got tired of the loud-mouthed Centurion ridiculing us because no one would step out and help Jesus, so I tried.  Of course, I was blocked.  Kind of felt stupid after that. 
I dunno, maybe it touched Jesus' heart, for I dreamed I was standing in a circle holding hands with people I couldn't recognize.  It was as if we were waiting for something.  I was in the driveway of my mother's house and wondered where she was. (She's since moved from that house)  A large, black woman walked through my mother's neighbor's gate and said, 'Now ya'll know ya'll can't start this party without me!'  Everyone I was holding hands with went ballistic, jumping up and down and celebrating.  Except for me, I don't know what is going on.  Through the revelers, I suddenly see my deceased father looking at me, smiling at me.  I called, 'Daddy!', and I ran to him, feeling his hands on my shoulders.  I woke up feeling great peace and shed tears of joy. 
The shining countenance on his face had been rather difficult to behold.  Unspeakable joy, I'd call it.  Must have been how Moses looked when he saw God. 
Before I had the dream I'd sometimes lain my head on my pillow at night pretending it was Jesus' chest.  How lucky John was, I thought, to have been able to lean his head on Jesus' chest.
I felt that Jesus had disguised himself as my father and given me the hug that I desperately needed to carry on.
It was during that ACTS retreat that I was still struggling with the decision of whether or not to get a divorce.  But in less than three months after the retreat, I did leave.

I think back to many many years ago when I was driving by someone in the middle of the road who obviously was in some sort of trouble, but for some reason I felt it might be dangerous to stop and help him.  Meanwhile, a friend of mine who was driving behind me, stopped.  I found out later that the man was mentally challenged, and I really, really felt bad for not stopping.  I accept it now, though, as it being my friend's opportunity to do good, and not mine. 
My chance came again later, after the divorce, when I saw an old man rolling across the road, yes rolling.  I stopped to carefully check out the situation before I got out of the car.  His arm was bleeding.  I decided to go help, and another woman also stopped.  A man in a pickup had also stopped to watch.  I felt an urge to wave him over.  He was a big, African American man, and he was a preacher, he said.  We tried to find out what happened and learned the man had been drinking but had not eaten anything for a couple of days.  The woman said something not very nice after finding out he was an alcoholic and walked away.  I got pretty mad and told her she should have mercy.  I also realized that had been me!   What do I think of her now?  "There but for the grace of God go I".  The preacher helped the old man, who was carrying a heavy, unseen cross, into my vehicle and I drove him two blocks to the Salvation Army, where they were serving the evening meal.  I have to say the whole ordeal seemed pre-ordained.  To me, it was like the streets of Jerusalem that day.  There was a man carrying a cross, Simeon who helped him carry it, and the two sides of the crowd...one side for the man with the cross and one side against.  Although I divorced an alcoholic, I helped one that day.  God gives us second chances, chances to redeem ourselves.  He also has a plan for that woman who turned her back...just as He had one for me.
I feel that saying all this is gonna make somebody think I think I'm something great.  I don't.  Like most people, I've messed up a lot in my life.  I know I owe God a lot.
But I've seen God do some miraculous things since I've striven for a close relationship with Him.

The prophecy for this dream is as follows:  STEPPING OUT TO HELP THOSE LESS FORTUNATE, EVEN IF YOU YOURSELF ARE ALREADY IN DIFFICULT CIRCUMSTANCES,  GIVES OUR LORD GREAT JOY. 
For some reason, I'm thinking of the widow's mite, too. 
REMEMBER THE POOR...THE POOR IN CHAINS OF SIN, THE POOR IN SPIRIT, THOSE IN POOR HEALTH, THE POOR IN PRISON,  THE POOR WHO ARE HUNGRY, SICK, OR HOMELESS, OR THE POOR WHO JUST NEED SOMEONE TO LISTEN TO THEM.

DREAM/VISION of HEAVEN/RELATING TO REV. 7:9-14

This wonderful, astounding dream occurred the very night after the dream of the people in white robes on the bus.
Parts of this dream have occurred, therefore, it was a prophetic dream.
I was in a auditorium the size of which I can't describe and which far surpassed anything ever created by man.  It appeared to be nearly full, and I was in line with others to find a seat...in the nosebleed section...the balcony. I kind of clutched at the collars of my robe, and as I looked around at all of the people who appeared very holy, especially the guy in the bishop hat looking at me, I was filled with a feeling of unworthiness.  Even worse, I thought inside, 'I've lost my ring.'  And I felt like it was somehow a ring of honor and it was lost through my own fault, or maybe through my own choice.  I don't know exactly what that part of the dream means yet. 
There was a seat close to the front of the 'nosebleed' balcony section, but I instinctively passed it by in search of a seat toward the back.  I found one...all seats appeared to be somewhat like restaurant booth seats made for four people.  After I sat down, the seat rose into the air and moved forward!  It hovered in the air at the front of the balcony section, and I could see much better.
Down on the stage was the base of a mountain, and the top was hidden by a curtain.  The white-robed people on the stage appeared as tiny as ants, and they were ascending the mountain. Clouds or smoke billowed around the mountain base, and somehow I knew they were going to see God.  Strangely, I won an award for good health, and I was thinking, is that all I did with my life?  Did I just attain good health?

I found myself moving in line again, and ahead of me was an old but regal looking woman wearing a beautiful embroidered white robe and bishop-type hat.  She was speaking with someone while she held her hand out in greeting.  Clutching her hand, I wept.
The line moved on, I saw what looked like an old barn.  There was new wood around the window, and I exclaimed that someone was remodeling an old barn.  Finally, I found myself inside what looked like a mansion, and it was white, completely white from floor to ceiling.  An African American man I recognized was on a ladder, and the wall in front of him had a fresh white patch as if the wall had been damaged.  He smiled at me.  I looked up and saw a gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling as well as lots of wind chimes.  My ex loves wind chimes.  I believe the gold chandelier may represent having too much wealth. 

Two months or so after the dream, I learned that the black man, who always appeared to me to be in good health, had died.  I also ran into a family member who said they were remodeling their barn.
The Lord placed this in my heart...He had disguised Himself as the African American man, and He is repairing the ruined mansion of my soul.  He's also disguised Himself as my father in other dreams.
After the dream, I really began to think that I should be doing work for the Lord. 
I began reading more about the saints, and when I learned about St. Lea and asked the Lord if the saint was St. Lea, he affirmed. (through goose bumps)
This saint is someone He wants me to emulate.  She had very few possessions and lived in relative obscurity.
That is why I have taken the anonymous name Hyster as my prophet name.  I don't think it is even good to call myself a prophet, for it sounds vain, but what did that ever bring anyone but ridicule and mockery by their own people in their own lifetime, for the most part?
I receive prophecies, visions and dreams, this I cannot deny.
The prophecy to the reader is this:  BEHOLD, WASH YOUR ROBE AND MAKE IT WHITE, WASH THEM IN THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB.  REPENT AND RETURN TO THE LORD, OBEYING HIS COMMANDMENTS.  SOME CHAINS OF SIN CAN ONLY BE BROKEN WITH HIS HELP...IF ONLY YOU WOULD ASK.

DREAM/VISION REVELATIONS 7: 9-14

Revelations 7:9-14:  "After this I looked, and behold, a great multitude that no one could number, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, with palm branches in their hands, and crying out with a loud voice, “Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb!” And all the angels were standing around the throne and around the elders and the four living creatures, and they fell on their faces before the throne and worshiped God, saying, “Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might be to our God forever and ever! Amen.” Then one of the elders addressed me, saying, “Who are these, clothed in white robes, and from where have they come?”  I said to him, “Sir, you know.” And he said to me, “These are the ones coming out of the great tribulation. They have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb."

Dream of this scripture to follow.

1ST DREAM OF PEOPLE IN WHITE ROBES

In 2009, I began to receive signs.  I made some mistakes though, for the devil made a fool out of me.  But perhaps I also displayed courage in speaking out too.  The humiliation also lessened my pride.
I remember the day I prayed in my room, 'Speak to me, O Lord, in my dreams, for my discernment is not  very good during the day.'  I had also been praying for God to show me my shortcomings.
That very night, I had a dream.  I was amazed, and I am thankful that it was His good pleasure to show me.

In the dream, I was seated at a bus station with a packed suitcase.  There were people around me, two of which I recognized, a couple who serves on the ACTS team at my former church.  Although she isn't perfect, I consider her a godly woman, and she was the person who kindly invited me to an ACTS retreat.  (I had a great dream after the retreat, which I'll also post.)  People were getting on a bus, and I could see everyone inside was dressed in a white robe.  I even saw a bishop or pontiff-style hat on one person already seated inside.  The attire I was wearing was an orange dress, and it was a dress that had been hanging in my closet unworn for who knows how long.  My friend walked up and commented that I was wearing a pretty dress, and I immediately felt guilt for having never worn it before.  (After the dream, I did pull that dress out of the closet and wore it to church, and the very same woman came up and complimented me on it!  That's when I told her of this dream and it gave her the Holy Spirit goose bumps!)  At that time in the dream, there was an announcement that it was time to go.  I rose to my feet, but all of a sudden my sister ran up and said I left some things at the house.  Instead of getting on the bus, I ran behind her down some hallway and ended up in the bathroom of my house where I opened the closet.  All that was in there was empty pants hangers.  I was confused, so I ran to the other bathroom and unfolded a travel bag that had all kinds of beauty supplies.  I said aloud, 'What is all this stuff?'  Then I awakened.
Interpretation:  This is the parable of the ten virgins (I'm getting goose bumps). Matthew 25.  It was a revelation that my garment wasn't spotless...I was not ready, and the bridegroom was going to close the door on me!  Do you know how it feels when the Lord says you are not ready?  It feels horrible!  I began to realize I was a clothes horse, and I had clothes in every closet in my house.  A literal clothes addict.  That day, I worked on thinning my closets, but I didn't make much progress, and I admitted it to God.  I began to think maybe I should work on it a little at a time, and I asked for His help.
Soon, I began to feel that I should tone down my hairstyle, my makeup, and my general way of dressing.  Eventually, I threw out revealing clothes and anything glamorous, with sequins and the like.
If you would like to read of another woman's vision I found which had a great effect on changing my way of dressing, go to this link.
http://repentnow.com/olga.htm
I now wear dresses in public almost all of the time, except when mowing, biking or jogging.  I didn't realize at first that in the dream the hangers I'd pulled out were all pants hangers.  Has it been difficult?  Yes.  I've always been a boots and jeans kind of girl.  It's not that I didn't enjoy wearing dresses at all, I just wore them occasionally.
Amazingly, I found the scripture below only recently.  And here I'd thought I'd read the bible thoroughly.
Have I received graces and blessings from the Lord for being obedient?  Absolutely.
Am I perfect?  Far from it, but I feel I've made a lot of progress, and my desire to please my Savior grows every day.
Many people think that God's commandments died with Jesus, by the way they live.  I was one of them...doing as the Romans do.  But the commandments didn't.   I also took most of my gold and silver jewelry and sold it.  99% of my costume jewelry went into the trash, and I don't miss it.  I only wear a silver necklace now with a Holy Face medal of Jesus on it.

It was given to me by the Holy Spirit that this special medal is something that should be worn by all persons in the military. (goose bumps)  Psalm 91 is also protective, and there's been a book written about how that particular psalm is credited in saving military personnel. 
Get one free here:  http://www.holyface.com/medals.htm   The warning bell is sounding....

Deuteronomy 22:5 "A woman shall not wear anything that pertains to a man, nor shall a man put on a woman's garment; for whoever does these things is an abomination to the LORD your God."

DREAM OF LIGHTNING

Dreamed I was struck by lightning.  Felt the burn deep inside my body.  I'm not sure if it meant God's wrath was great with me at the time, or that I would be struck with the power of the Holy Spirit, or that my life was headed for disaster.  I have not received enlightenment of this dream, like I have others, but if or when I do, I'll post it.  It is possible that all of the meanings of the dream I mentioned were correct.  This dream occurred while I was still married.

VISION/BEHOLD I SAW A GREAT DRAGON THROWN DOWN TO EARTH...

VISION/MICHAEL THE ARCHANGEL'S SECOND VISITATION
Around Dec 23, 2008.
About two days after Michael's first visitation, I was awakened in the middle of the night.
I was compelled to rise from bed, and I quietly made my way down the hallway and through the small living room.
When I came to the sliding glass door, I parted the vertical blinds slightly and gazed through the glass.
Pressing my fingers to the glass, I could feel the coldness...I was fully awake.  My dog, however, was asleep.
There were no noises whatsoever, and the time was around three in the morning.
I found out later that three in the morning is the devil's hour.
Complete silence.
As I stared into the distance at a light, I heard the voice again.
(I would like to add here that I even questioned my own sanity at the time, but it is my solemn promise that I do not hear voices on a regular basis...this only occurred in Dec. 2008.)
It was Michael the Archangel again who spoke.
"BEHOLD, I SAW A GREAT DRAGON THROWN DOWN TO EARTH, AND HE BEGAN TO GATHER SOULS UNTO HIMSELF BECAUSE HE KNEW HE HAD BUT A LITTLE TIME."
(some people have told me that what he said is written in Revelations...but no, it is not.  Read Luke 10:18)
I didn't really know what to say after his statement, but I suppose my heart gave a leap.
My new love came to mind...I'd been thinking the last couple of days of how I could get him closer to God.
So a question came to mind...I asked, 'What about (name withheld)?  As in, was his soul one of those the great dragon was trying to gather? 
That's when Mr. Stinky butted in!  You know, the great dragon.  He warned me, 'No interference.'
But at the time, I didn't actually know there were two entities there.  That's how bad my discernment was.  After all, I couldn't see either of them...there was just 'thought projection' as I stared into the light.
I felt despair, and I asked again, 'What about (name withheld)?'  Again I heard the warning, 'No interference.'
Well, I wasn't getting anywhere there, so I moved on to my next thought, 'Can he be mine?'
The answer was, 'Yes, but it won't be easy.'
Then Mr. Stinky says, 'But let him seduce you, so as to be held blameless in the eyes of the Lord.'
I didn't like that comment none whatsoever.  I didn't want that man being blamed for anything, especially on account of me!  I'm also thinking, just what the heck is going on here?
Let's try a different question.  I asked about another man, a friend of my ex-husband's and mine, who I found out was interested in me.
I was told, 'He could be yours too.'
Getting involved with a friend who was still very close to my husband just didn't seem right, so that relationship never progressed past friendship.
I decided to ask Michael something completely different.  'Where are my father and grandfather?' (both deceased)
The answer was, 'They're both sleeping.'
I didn't know what to say after that, but I've wished ever since that I'd asked who killed Kennedy, lol.
Next question I asked was 'What do I do now?'  I was referring, of course, to the new man in my life.

But to my dismay, Michael gave a completely different answer.  He said, 'WITNESS ME.'
I was confused by what that meant, and I couldn't think of anything else to ask, besides, it was all getting
a bit overwhelming.
I turned away from the window.  
That's when Mr. Stinky threw a temptation at me, and when I envisioned in my mind doing what he said to do, I envisioned seeing a demon, or dragon.
Ok, this is enough, I decided. It was high time I got me a glass of milk and go back to bed.
So I slammed the milk down and high-tailed it back to bed.  But can you really hide from an angel or demon under the covers?  The answer is there's no place to run and no place to hide from a visitor from the spiritual realm.  I decided to ask another question.
I asked, 'Lord, was that a temptation?'  A strange ripple of energy coursed through my body that I'd never felt before.  It was pleasant and calming.  I knew the answer was "yes".
Michael spoke again, however, saying, 'If you wish, I can veil you, and when you awaken in the morning you will be blind again, and you will remember none of what happened.'
I said in reply, thinking the voice was Jesus', 'No, Lord, I never want to be blind again.  Stay close to me, but not too close, for you frighten me so.'
Word of advice here...never, never ask the Lord to not be too close to you, for Satan will most assuredly find room in between the two of you.  I walked into trouble, went to bars, smoked one joint, and got drunk for about three months.  Then it all stopped at Easter, when I went through a horrible time that I described in teh post called "The Dark Night of the Soul."
It was all meant to be, for n those three months, I walked in the shoes of some people I'd judged.
And I stumbled in those shoes, too.  All in all, it got me off the high horse I really didn't know I'd been riding.
Around Easter, out of the depths of great despair, broken, bruised and torn by thorns, I cried to Him, begging the Lord to hold me close, hold me tight, and to never let me go.
I cried to the One who was pierced for my sins, crushed for my iniquities.
He heard me, and He answered me. 
God bless the broken road that led me to You, Jesus.
Michael's messages weren't just for me.
I AM ALSO TO PASS THIS STERN MESSAGE IS TO EVERYONE...WE ARE NOT TO JUDGE OTHERS.
There are people who think the drunks and prostitutes are the worst of society, but judging and condemning others are very grave sins.  A sin is a sin.
Peace did not come into my soul until I forgave everyone who ever hurt me.  Some relationships are proving difficult to mend because of the divorce, but everything is on God's time.
Oh, and have I interfered in the battle for my love's soul?
You betcha.  But instead of pursuing the relationship, I left it in God's hands.  And even if I can't be with my intended love, I pray, fast, and offer many supplications for his soul.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

You are not seated at the right hand of the Father

TESTIMONY AND FIRST SUPERNATURAL OCCURENCE
I started writing a book just after I created this blog and didn't realize how long it's been since I posted.  A few days ago, I thought I'd try to do a better job of blogging--wish me luck.  A friend on YouTube commented on my channel that people want miracles...they want to hear of supernatural things.  So I felt inspired to blog again.  I'll start with what happened December 2008, a few days before Christmas.  At that time, I was further away from God than I had ever been in my life and in the midst of a divorce.  My fear that my alcoholic husband planned to kill me drove me from my home, and I was living in an apartment by myself at the time.  Whether or not my ex planned to carry it out, I do not know, and I'll skip the details.  But I'll add that I wasn't the greatest wife either, for I had my own addictions to material possessions, and I was bitter and angry at him all the time.  We were lukewarm Christians at best, rich members of the Laodecian (sp) church described in Revelations, having everything we needed to be comfortable and although I served in the church choir, we were not really putting God first in our lives.  The Lord said to this kind of church, which is described in Revelations 3:16, "So, because you are lukewarm--neither hot nor cold--I am about to spit you out of my mouth."  Interestingly, I just realized that I was in the midst of taking a hot bath when I heard the Lord's rebuke, and it was about the time the water had turned lukewarm.  Lying there, I began to feel sorry for myself because of the mess I was in.  My life was a shipwreck...or perhaps a soap opera ( I had to laugh when I typed the word 'soap') for a new man had entered my life.  Actually, he came along in January 2008, at the exact time I found out my husband was doing drugs again and had decided I'd had enough.  The new man called me on the phone out of the blue, and I cried on his shoulder over the phone.  I also told him I was attracted to him, so we spoke on the phone during the divorce.  It was a 'verbal affair', but I remember how he struck me as a gentleman, who didn't overly press the idea of seeing me.  He knew I wanted to wait until after the divorce.  Still, I felt guilty about speaking to him.  But I also decided to check him out, and soon learned that his previous marriage had ended because he had an affair.  I immediately assumed that I would most likely be hurt or betrayed by him.  My counselor said he sounded like a player, and I didn't trust my own judgment any more.  The Lord rebuked me, however, to not judge him...or my ex-husband. 
While I cried in the bathtub over the turn of events, this voice was projected into me, and it said, 'YOU ARE NOT SEATED AT THE RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER'.  The rebuke came simply as a gentle but convicting factual statement said with no emotion.  I didn't learn that it was the voice of Michael the Archangel until months later.  What did I do?  Well, my eyes flew open in shock, and I stopped crying.  I could only say, 'I'm sorry Lord, I'm sorry, I'm Yours, I'm Yours.'  Then I cried again, but I think much harder this time.  The angel said nothing else that night.  I went to sleep thinking how I was sure I could love the man that God brought into my life.  Besides, I had felt attractions to other men during my marriage...it was because I wasn't getting as much attention as I wanted.  So although I hadn't committed adultery in the flesh, I had done so in my heart.  So my new love and I had more in common than I had first thought.  Meanwhile, I didn't know that the Lord was going to send Michael to me again.  Neither was Satan, for he would attack me full force again and again to try to make me too fearful to start a relationship with the man I was falling for.