My Prophetic Dream

This blog does not contain visions of Jesus. At the time it was written, I was as far from God as I ever want to know that I was. Even though, I was given a glimpse into my future.

I wrote this in July about 2 weeks before "the storm" hit. It is freaky how prophetic it is.
This is before I had experienced ANYTHING of the demonic. I
wrote it right after the dream I had where I was flying and saw faces
of what I understood to be my forefathers in white sand on mountain
tops who seemed to be beckoning for me to accomplish something they had
started. Then suddenly a hole which had been ripped intentionally
opened up in the sky to my right and I saw inside it a beautiful city.
I felt a strong beckoning from within it and flew nearer. As I peeked
inside in awe at its beauty, I felt someone, actually more than one
'someone' trying to entice me inside. At first it seemed welcoming but
then it suddenly seemed as if someone wanted me to come inside way
too badly so I pulled back and felt something grab hold of one of my
ankles and try to pull me in. I realized then that this city was an
illusion. A covering of what was really there....something sinister. I
jerked free and flew away and up into the clouds again then I was free.


Then I decided to put my dream onto the screen and this is what came out of it. Eerie!


My life is like a movie in vivid all-spectrum color
A hailstorm of emotions
Beating me down
Tearing a hole in the sky
A demon crouches looking me in the eye
But I've seen the faces in the sand
The warriors before me who've been beckoning me
Since I first touched my wet feet to the floor
Who do you think you are


The tips of my feet graze the treetops
And I am in flight once again
This is my time of freedom
You hate that in the dream
When I know it's real
So you find a crack in reality
And reach through your dry ashen talon
Tugging at the seam of the breaking day
Thinking you've torn me apart at my core
Then the light pours in again
And I drop to the floor
Who did you think you were looking for

I'm not at all who you thought I'd be
Slithering pestilence nipping at my heels
Ever wanting and pressing against the glass cage
You can see everything I see
Go ahead
Break free
Or are you willing to admit
That you could never walk side by side with me
I AM everything you can never be
That is why you trudge and fall
Face truth and withstand the storm
Knowing no hand will ever reach out
To break your fall
You turn to me and give me blame
SHRIEKING and panting and thrashing 'round
Yet......inside this madness


I HEAR NO SOUND


Only grace
As the sun kisses my streaked face
I know
You were only ever there to comfort me
When I feel I've lost my way
When my world starts crashing down
You are my perfect embrace
Because I can see through your eyes and know
Life can only be savored by the chosen few
I hold what is both old and new
Familiar blood rushes forcefully through these veins
And you begin to disappear
Disappear......softer now with barely a face
I am no longer a puppet in your play
I have become the hero of the day
Who did you think you were


THIS IS MY HALLOWED PLACE.




[I will now offer a brief explanation of the last few paragraphs because I realize that they can be misinterpreted]:



"Yet......inside this madness

I HEAR NO SOUND

Only grace"

(inside the shrieking of the demon's wrath and the storm of my emotions, I somehow found inner calm)



"As the sun kisses my streaked face
I know
You were only ever there to comfort me
When I feel I've lost my way
When my world starts crashing down
You are my perfect embrace
Because I can see through your eyes and know
Life can only be savored by the chosen few"

(the demon was the opposite of what I wanted to feel, see and think and by looking thru its eyes when I was a homicidal mess, I realized that this was not what I wanted to be, and when I felt I'd lost my way, all I had to do was look thru his eyes and know that I could seek the light and everything would be ok)



"I hold what is both old and new
Familiar blood rushes forcefully through these veins"

(I am a descendant of my forefathers whom I sensed in that dream had started something important but died with it unfinished and I had their blood pulsing thru me and a new life with which to accomplish their goal....and I have no idea what that goal was)


And you begin to disappear
Disappear......softer now with barely a face
I am no longer a puppet in your play
I have become the hero of the day
Who did you think you were"

(the demon begins to fade away as I come to recognize the truth...that God is light and love and He is the one I should look to and this realization causes the demon to begin to fade. I am the hero of the day at that point--not the demon--because I am created and defended by God. I ask the demon why did he ever compare himself with the Creator)