Dreams & Visions
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Dream #7
Dream 21 Nov 94
"Tribunal"
In this dream...
I dreamed that I was the Captain of a Ship or Ferryboat of some kind. I was navigating the boat from the open sea towards our destination. We came into a Harbor, and then a Port from which there were many Canals leading into a City.
I knew that our destination was at the end of one of these canals, so I headed the boat into the one just ahead. The canal was just wide enough for our Ferryboat to slip into. At that time the Lord revealed to me that our destination was DRY GROUND. I saw up ahead the end of the canal, which was terminated by a concrete bulkhead. From there a street proceeded from the end of the canal into the city.
I knew I wanted to get the Ship onto dry land as quickly as possible. Not seeing any other alternative, I gave the order for maximum power, so that we could to build up enough momentum to "jump the curb" onto the Dry Ground of the Street ahead.
We made the jump without any damage to the ship, and slid along the street for a ways under the propulsion of the inherent inertia, coming to a stop finally in front of a rather tall and elegant office building.
Then, I found myself walking into the building, go up the elevator, and into an office where a Maritime Tribunal was convened. I was accused of Unorthodox Behavior by bringing the Ferryboat onto Dry Ground in the Way that I did.
I remember that they wanted to strip me of my command. My only defense was that "Jesus was my Lord", and that "I served Him, and not man".
End of dream.
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Dream 21 Nov 94
"Tribunal"
In this dream...
I dreamed that I was the Captain of a Ship or Ferryboat of some kind. I was navigating the boat from the open sea towards our destination. We came into a Harbor, and then a Port from which there were many Canals leading into a City.
I knew that our destination was at the end of one of these canals, so I headed the boat into the one just ahead. The canal was just wide enough for our Ferryboat to slip into. At that time the Lord revealed to me that our destination was DRY GROUND. I saw up ahead the end of the canal, which was terminated by a concrete bulkhead. From there a street proceeded from the end of the canal into the city.
I knew I wanted to get the Ship onto dry land as quickly as possible. Not seeing any other alternative, I gave the order for maximum power, so that we could to build up enough momentum to "jump the curb" onto the Dry Ground of the Street ahead.
We made the jump without any damage to the ship, and slid along the street for a ways under the propulsion of the inherent inertia, coming to a stop finally in front of a rather tall and elegant office building.
Then, I found myself walking into the building, go up the elevator, and into an office where a Maritime Tribunal was convened. I was accused of Unorthodox Behavior by bringing the Ferryboat onto Dry Ground in the Way that I did.
I remember that they wanted to strip me of my command. My only defense was that "Jesus was my Lord", and that "I served Him, and not man".
End of dream.
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Dream #8
"Incident At Harborview"
The following story is a true account of the affliction that the Enemy perpetrated upon my person, and how the Lord commandeered that affliction and is turning the results into a victory. The story is not finished, but will continue until all "His enemies are made His footstool". Now, please allow your attention be drawn to the specifics that make up this story.
I was riding my 1994 Honda MAGNA motorcycle home Saturday morning after paying a visit to a Brother’s house. It was almost noon when I began the ascent up the road to (……). Upon reaching the crest of the hill I came into line-of-sight with the intersection of two parking lots, one on either side of the road. I distinctly saw two vehicles stopped and waiting to leave the upper left parking lot. The first was a white vehicle, the second a dark vehicle. I saw the white vehicle move out, turn into my lane and drive off. I saw the second, dark vehicle cross one lane and into the center left-turn lane and stop, apparently waiting for me to pass before crossing into the opposite parking lot. But he pulled out a little too soon, and I took a hit broadside.
As soon as I saw the vehicle enter the middle turn-lane crossways I lost sight of Reality. I was blinded some how, mentally and physically. But I could still hear what was going on. I heard the brakes of my bike squeal, but I don’t remember putting them on. I also don’t remember veering to the right to avoid a collision, but I did. Then just at the point of impact my eyes were opened and I saw the front right corner of the vehicle’s bumper hit the front wheel of my bike. At that point I knew it was "my time". I shouted "Lord Jesus" and closed my eyes, knowing that I was in the Lord’s hands. I believe that at this point His angels were in control of my bike, because I was not.
There was a lady waiting in the Main (South) parking lot that saw the whole thing. She was also a motorcyclist. After the impact my bike slowed and veered into the lot, heading right towards her. She had to move to get out of the way. As my bike slowed to a stop, I rolled off when it tipped over onto it’s right side, at the same time thinking that I didn’t have time to hit the kill switch. I ended up laying on my back, knees bent and elbows on the ground with my hands raised up toward Heaven. I continued to keep my eyes closed, but I could hear what was going on. Even though I was partly in shock, I was at peace. Then I began to bark out orders to whoever was around me. "Call so and so", I said. "Please call my wife, she’s at (…..)" I ordered to whoever was there.
At this point my story takes two paths, one physical and the other spiritual. For most of the physical details see the poem which the Lord gave to me entitled Seven Fifteen (95). I will now recount the spiritual journey I took into the Land of Insanity, where Satan tried to destroy me. The following events are things that happened primarily in my mind over a period of days. In order to differentiate between Reality and Insanity for the purpose of this writing, any event that occurs in Reality within this time frame will be in Italics, like this. The story now continues…
Prologue
Harborview Hospital, located in King County in the State of Washington, was opened around 1930. It serves as the regional trauma center for three States. It houses the King County morgue, and is also the County Public Hospital where indigents and those without medical insurance can come for treatment. The hospital facility is owned by King County and managed and staffed by the University of Washington School of Medicine. Across the street is the Harborview facility that treats alcoholics, drug users, people with mental dis-orders and the insane.
I was a resident in the orthopedic ward for about 2 and 1/2 weeks beginning on 15 July 1995, due to injuries I received in a motorcycle wreck.
For the record I received the Lord when I was seven years old, and was baptized in the Holy Spirit when I was fourteen. I have walked with God always and have continually wrestled against my own sin. It is significant to note that I have never taken illegal drugs in my life.
(Real Life Narrative: The first attack came in the form of an improperly installed catheter tube. The end of the tube that was supposed to be inside my bladder was only partially in place. This constricted the catheter and allowed only a very small amount of urine to flow through. Over the next few days I began to bloat. Every time I told the nurse that the catheter wasn’t working and that I couldn’t urinate she would look at the tube, observe a small amount of urine in it and tell me that that it was working fine. I think I was like this for two or three days. It was when I was sent for to have a CT scan that the technician was able to see the mis-installed tube on the scope. She made the right adjustment and … Well, how do you spell relief? I spell it P.E.E. I hope you never have to go through this. It is one of the worst things to have to go and not be able to no matter how hard you try. It was also one of the hottest summers on record, and I was in a part of the original Hospital without air conditioning. I sweat so much that I think the nurses must have gotten tired of me asking for dry sheets.)
The following Dreams and/or Visions took place over a five-day period (22-26 July 1995)
Dream #1. (The Authority)
I was floating or hovering and being chased by demons. The demons represented themselves in the form of people. I knew they were demons by virtue of the evil feelings I received and the fear evoked by them. I was chased through a field, then a housing development in a suburb. They finally caught up with me and took me prisoner. I felt terror not knowing what they might do to me. I was taken to some sort of Medical Clinic. Not a Hospital or Doctor’s office, but more like a walk-in Aid Station one might find on a public beach.
Just then a Medical Technician appeared. I knew he was by virtue of the uniform he wore and the Insignia of Medical Authority on his shoulders. This brought me some comfort in that I knew all authority came from God. The Medic asked me how I was doing and what was wrong. Then he indicated that I should submit to the treatment I was being subjected to. (End of Dream)
Dream #2. (The Conspiracy)
(Real Life Narrative: A Brother from Church had a life-size cardboard figure of Captain Picard (Star Trek TNG), the type used for a movie promotional. He had gotten the Tuesday Night Group to sign it (they all knew that my wife and I were both avid Trekkies) as a sort of a "get well" card. Another Brother brought it to me when he came to visit. By this time I had already started to loose grip on Reality, so when I first saw the "Picard Card" I became fearful. It was only after I saw all of the signatures of my Brothers and Sisters written all over the picture of Picard that my attitude toward the figure changed. I was then comforted by it rather than frightened, because I knew that hands filled with the Spirit of God had touched it.)
A group of demons were conspiring to kill me. They took the form of the two other patients sharing my room and one of the nurses assigned to my treatment. They had decided to take me out into a desolate area suitable for an execution. I was put into the back of a pickup truck (with a canopy). Because of my physical weakness I was unable to resist or make an attempt to escape. As we began to travel something strange happened. The figure of Picard followed behind about 10’. If we slowed down, He slowed down. If we sped up, He sped up, always staying about ten feet behind. I began to realize that the figure of Captain Picard represented my Father in Heaven.
Somehow I became aware that no matter what happened, as long as I kept my eyes on my Captain Father nothing could harm me. It then became my goal to keep my eyes on the Captain and stay awake until Morning came, knowing that the power of the demons would be broken.
As we began the journey toward my destruction the demons became aware that the Captain was following us and that my eyes were on Him. It then became their goal to try and wear me out and get me to fall asleep before Morning, or to weaken me so that I could no longer pay attention to my Father, or to obscure His Face, or anything that would make it difficult for me to see Him.
The demons drove through all kinds of places looking for a good spot to execute me. We traveled along mountain logging roads, through city ghettos, on country lanes, through rich areas and poor. Every time the scenery changed I looked and prayed for any sign of Morning. "Please Lord, let the Morning come" I would pray. But the night continued.
I remember one particular road had mud-puddles. Every time we hit one it would splatter my Father’s Face so that I could no longer see Him clearly. When this happened I would blink my eyes several times until the muddy water washed away. The demons tried to hit every mud-puddle possible, but every time they did I just blinked my eyes until I could see Father clearly again.
(Real Life Narrative: at some point one of my nurses came in to my room and saw me staring as hard as I could at "Cpt. Picard". She asked why I kept looking at him and I responded with something like "because he reminds me of my Father.") Every once in a while we would stop as the demons got out of the cab of the pick-up to check out the area. And every time we stopped I opened my eyes as wide as possible and stared as hard as I could at my Father, believing that my life would be over if for one instance I let my guard down. One time we stopped at what was apparently a theatre of some kind. Captain Father was at one side of the stage. He was joined by the Son (represented by Commander Riker) and the Holy Spirit (represented by Data). They asked the Captain if He needed any assistance, to which He replied that He didn’t, but that what was going on was between He and I. The Son and Spirit hung around for a little while, then left the scene.
The demons still thought they could wait me out. They tried to put fear into me just to see me squirm. When Fear came I started saying "Father, Father, Father", over and over like a chant or mantra. Then the Holy Spirit injected Truth directly into my dream. I was given the knowledge that chanting my Father’s Name over and over did not make Him any more powerful than He already is, and that just plain "Father" would do. (No, to say any more than just "Father" is an attempt at adding human effort and strength to Some One who alone is called Almighty.)
I could hear the demons arguing in the front of the truck. Things were getting urgent because Morning was fast approaching. They agreed to find a place to stop and take whatever steps were needed to kill me. At last they pulled into what seemed to be an open-air horse arena. They stopped with the back end of the truck facing into the arena. This made it so the demons could keep an eye on me while they were sitting on the bleachers under the roof of the arena.
I could feel my strength starting to fade, but I continued the struggle to stay awake. When I kept my eyes on Father I would feel strength return. But there was always this Gnawing Fear in the Back of My Mind along with Curiosity that wanted me to try to find out just what the demons were up to.
Thinking that somehow I could better protect myself if I knew what the demons were going to do next, I would look away from Father to observe their activity. And when I did I became weak and sleepy and I could sense the excitement level of the demons increase. Every time I looked back to the Father and my strength returned, a phone would ring somewhere and one of the demons would answer it. I could tell that the phone call was coming from a Demon Supervisor and that the one answering the call was being chewed out on account of my looking back to the Father and regaining my strength.
Even though I was strengthened in my heart each time I gazed upon Captain Father, my body was close to exhaustion and I was finding it hard to stay awake. The demons were beside themselves with anticipation in the hope of my falling into their Oblivion.
But God had other ideas. Just as I could no longer keep my eyes open, I noticed the Blue Twilight of Dawn just before Morning. And as I drifted off to sleep, the Sun rose above the mountains with Morning in His wings, and the power of the demons was shattered. (End of Dream)
Dream #3. (The Angels)
(Real Life Narrative: This dream was the only comforting one of the group. I think that the Lord wanted to make sure I had something to hope for. In any event, it was nice).
I was aware that Angels from God were directing my travel. I couldn’t see them, but I heard them singing. They were singing in unison, both masculine and feminine voices in the style of a swing choir. A real up-beat melody and tune. It was made known to me that we were flying over the Olympic Peninsula. I think it was close to Sequim, Wa. but in an undeveloped area. Then I saw what appeared to be a small strip mall. It was newly built with a fresh asphalt parking lot. The shops had just opened for business and some of the doors were propped open to let in the mid-morning sun. My heart rejoiced at the thought of the shop keepers going about their business, enjoying their work and the fruit of their labors. I was also happy at the thought of the possible expansion and new jobs that would bring to the area. I wanted so badly to "drop down" and join in the productivity but I knew I couldn’t on account of my condition. We flew over some other areas that were under construction, then I was taken back to my hospital bed.
(End of Dream)
Dream #4. (Part One, Wire and Threads)
As I lay in my hospital bed, I became aware of the television. There was some sort of infomercial on. As I watched I learned that it was about a new Marketing Technology that would ensure positive sales and increasing profits. This new marketing scheme was dependent on a technology developed by a tribe of a peculiar race of people from South America. The odd thing about the people of this tribe was in their physical build. They were not so tall, but extremely slender in frame, so much so that they were referred to as "stick people". I knew in my heart that they were a Tribe wholly given over to Satan worship and that every one of them was demonically influenced or possessed.
A Tribal Representative and a Major Media Network Marketing Executive were being interviewed together on the infomercial. The Executive was explaining how his Network had licensed the New Technology from the Tribe and how much he thought business would grow because of this arrangement.
As I watched , I learned all about this Technology and how it worked. Fibers had been discovered that when implanted within the human body would respond to physiological changes. The fibers also emitted a low level radio signal that fluctuated commensurately with the physiological changes within the host. These changes could be monitored and tracked on a specially equipped receiver. Essentially, once the fibers were placed within the human body, they became a "bio-feedback" transmitter unique to each host. Let’s say that Host A goes into Store B. Store B is equipped with the special receiver. The Store Manager would be able to observe on his monitor the biofeedback readings of Host A as they were shopping. Whenever Host A would see something particularly attractive their unique biofeedback signal from the fibers would register at the receiver. After a period of time, a Consumer Profile could be established based on the feedback readings and analysis. Then the Store Manager would be able to tailor his stock and pricing to match the mood of Host A, who would then be all but forced by his own physiological makeup to make a purchase. In fact, the sale would be inevitable as the item and price would be attuned directly to the host’s Purchasing Profile. This would give unlimited selling power to whoever had this technology.
One of the facts mentioned on the infomercial was that the first generation fibers would dissolve over a period of time in the body and become useless. A new generation of fibers was ready for testing that would be made out of a type of steel that would not dissolve, nor could they be cut or removed once implanted. A consumer implanted with second generation fiber-wire would be a commercial slave for the rest of his/her life.
As I watched this show, I began to realize that there had to be human hosts that would perform the Beta Testing, either voluntarily or involuntarily. Then I realized that was precisely what was going on in the hospital I was in. Only we were not volunteers. The fibers were being secretly implanted into a patient whenever they had a surgery or other procedure.
One of the ways the fibers could be introduced into a host was by "growing" the fibers into the skin. A patient (being restrained) would have to lay in bed while the fiber-wires would be worked through their skin and into the body. Once in the blood stream they would lodge in various places and began transmitting. I realized then that I had to get out of the hospital fast before being infected with the fiber-wires.
(Real Life Narrative: with all the strength I could muster, I sat up, un-strapped my leg brace, removed all of the tubes connected to my body I could find, then got out of bed. Getting away from that place was the only thing on my mind. As I headed toward the door one of the nurses saw me and tried to stop me. I yelled at her not to touch me. She tried to block me physically, but I was too weak to force my way past her. My leg gave out and I fell, face up on the floor. I lay there, naked, with my upper body protruding through the threshold of the door to my room out into the hallway.
Lying on the floor, too weak to do anything else, I demanded that the Police be called. I thought that at least they might be trustworthy enough to hear my story and provide me with safety. Then I saw one of the Doctors bending over me. He was asking me what was wrong. I tried to explain to him about the marketing conspiracy, but he just smiled and said there was no such thing. At that point I knew he was one of "them". Then I realized that I just didn’t have the strength to fight any more. There was nothing I could do but await my fate at the hands of my enemies.
Too weak to remain fully awake, in the half-conscious state I was in I felt my self being lifted, then placed on a stretcher. I was vaguely aware of the manacles placed on my hands and feet. Then, chained to my bed, I could do nothing else but to await whatever doom my captors had in mind.)
Dream #4 Part Two, (The Tower)
Chained to my bed I was lifted through an opening of the ceiling into a room. The bed was turned on end and attached to the wall, with me upright and facing out. The attendants crawled back down through the trap door and closed the lid. Alone, I began to wonder why I was brought here and left like this. Then I became aware that this was a "death room", where the hospital would send patients to die through neglect (no food or water). How convenient a method of getting rid of troublemakers. In the ceiling, well insulated from noise there was no chance of people working below to hear a dying patient begging for food, or hear their cry for water. I was brought here to die (murdered would be more accurate).
Some how I was able to work myself free of the manacles. I crawled up the bed and onto the ledge that was supporting it. Then I noticed that there were doorways at either side of the room at the same level as the bed. I went through one and noticed that I was in a room with windows looking outwards. I could see by looking out that I was at the base of a tower. I explored further and found a set of stairs. Then I heard a sound of commotion behind me. I was apparently discovered missing. My anxiety increased as I hurried to find a way of escape. Running into a corridor my hand brushed up against something cold and metallic. In the dim light of the room I could see the silhouette of a familiar object. I picked it up to make sure. Yes! An Army .45 caliber sub-machine gun (also known to soldiers as a "grease gun" due to it’s short barrel and extendible shoulder butt). And a full clip!. Fear and anxiety gave way to feelings of power and vengeance as I put the shoulder strap around my head. I thought to myself that if I couldn’t escape, then I would "take out" as many of the Enemy with me as I could before I died.
Equipped though I was, escape was still on the forefront of my mind. I continued through another doorway, then another set of stairs. Another room. Another door. More stairs. I heard footsteps right behind me. I turned and fired a couple of bursts. I caught a glimpse of a human figure stopping short and raising their hands up to their face and a bright crimson color coming from between their fingers.
Not waiting to find out if I hit anyone else, I continued. The footsteps had stopped. Moments later someone started shouting. I continued to ascend as far up the tower as I could. I finally came to the upper most room, which had a low, attic style of ceiling. Looking out the window, I could see that I was at the top of the tower. Glancing upward, I observed the slope of the roof, and standing on the top of the roof was a fairly tall radio tower. I realized it was the transceiver tower for the experimental Biofeedback wire-threads.
Again, voices and shouting were coming up the stairs to where I was. I figured that I would go out in a blaze of gun-smoke and glory. I began to fire as soon as I saw the first person. They all fell back. I kept firing until I thought the clip was empty.
What?! The clip continued to feed bullets into the chamber as I continued to fire. I kept shooting down the stairs until I must have hit a load-bearing truss of the tower, because suddenly there was a loud creak, then the sound of breaking boards all around me.
All of my shooting had apparently weakened a part of the superstructure of the tower sufficiently to began it’s collapse. "Good", I thought, as debris started to fall around me and the floor I was standing on buckled. The whole tower began it’s final toppling descent toward destruction. My last thought was, "I will die in battle, and my enemies and their ability to control others will be destroyed with me". (End of Dream)
(Judges 16:30 Then Samson said, "Let me die with the Philistines!" And he pushed with all his might, and the temple fell on the lords and all the people who were in it. So the dead that he killed at his death were more than he had killed in his life. (NKJ)
Dream # 5, (Sattlelite Dish Mandate)
Incorporated with the above was another distinct dream, as follows...
Aliens had landed on Earth, taken over the country in which I lived and had set up a puppet government. The new "government" mandated that all citizens were required to have a Satellite Dish hooked up to their TV sets. Not having a dish or even neglecting to hook one up to a TV was a capital offense. The technology behind the Satellite Dish Network allowed duplex communication and enabled the "government" to influence and control each citizen's life.
An underground band of rebels had sprung up, but the "government" responded with "Hit Squads" to hunt down and kill the dissenters. (End of dream)
(Real Life Narrative: at the end of the first part of dream #4, I actually did get out of bed. Since the "dream" was reality to me, I was acting out in real life what was going through my head at the time. One of the nurses tried to get me back into bed, and I fell after we struggled. The impact jarred and moved a fraction of a millimeter one of the screws that held my hip hardware in place. After I was subdued, I was manacled and chained to my hospital bed and moved into a smaller room down the hallway. Being isolated from people, and removed from the daily sound of outside construction and nightly helicopter noise, I got what I needed most; a good night’s sleep. I was chained up like this for almost a day. After being sedated and calmed through drugs the nurses took the chains off me. Later I was moved back into a regular 3-person room. Months after being released from Harborview on my final visit to my hip surgeon, he replied how good my hip socket looked. He made no mention about any of the screws being out of place.)
Epilogue
Over the next four months (August - November) I made several day trips back to the hospital to see my surgeon for routine check ups. It was during this time that the Lord began to impress upon me that He wanted to change the spiritual climate at Harborview. In November He gave to me a poem that more or less outlined his intentions. I forwarded this poem to the Hospital Chaplain, as well as to a Local Body within the city (I live 40 miles outside the city limits in an un-incorporated part of the county). It was on one of my last checkup visits to the hospital that I got the distinct impression that there were indeed "Armies of Angels" accompanying me (see poem "Harborview Hospital").
On the last check-up visit my surgeon determined that I would require further surgery to remove calcified tissue that had formed around my hip joint (referred to as surgery #4 in the poem Seven Fifteen (95). The operation was scheduled for early February of 96.
This time I spent five days in the hospital, and I could already tell that there was a difference. First off the catheter into my bladder was properly installed (whew!). That alone was a major blessing. Then one of the nurses that remembered me from before remarked that I was totally different. (It was easy for them to remember on account of all the commotion that I caused when I went nuts and got out of bed during my first stay).
Now here is the interesting part; in one of the hallucinations a demon that was conspiring to kill me had taken on the form and appearance of this same nurse, along with another demon who had taken on the form of one of my roommates, whom the nurse had been flirting with. Even though I was half nuts at the time I was able to share the Lord with my roommate before he checked out. In any event, this nurse treated me a lot better this time, and I was able to share the Gospel with her before I left.
Another thing happened that to me was quite profound. While I was in the Hospital the first time, my entire Church (I am part of a small Home-Fellowship of about 15-20 people) came over to visit me on Sunday right after the morning service, the day after my accident. Even though I was out of it mentally, I was strengthened by their presence. The man in the bed across from me (not the one whose demon was in my dream) was also blessed, and remarked how he wished he had friends like I did that would come and visit him. Months later, my Pastor and his Wife were downtown and ran into the same man. He remembered my name and asked how I was doing. I took that "chance meeting" as a sign from the Lord that my struggles had not been in vain, but had been used to bless others and help to expand the Kingdom of Heaven.
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Grease Gun
Way back when I was in the Army National Guard one of my MOSs (Military Occupational Specialty) was Driver. In fact, for a short time I was the Commanding Officer's Driver for Charlie Company. Drivers were customarily issued one of two weapons; an Army semi-automatic .45 pistol or a .45 caliber sub-machine gun, depending upon field conditions or perhaps the mood of the Armorer.
This weapon is rather unique. It is not shiny or pretty to look at, but is small in form and humble in appearence, yet with a lot of fire power. It's body was made of dull, non-reflective pressed steel. It has a simple firing mechanism, with a trigger assembly, bolt, and clip. The dust cover on the right side of the bolt housing acted as the safety when in the closed position. The barrel is quite short, and it has a pistol grip with an extendible shoulder butt made of heavy gauge steel rod. Memory fails me, but I think the clip holds either forty or fifty rounds of ammo. Because of this configuration, its Army slang nomenclature was "GREASE GUN".
The .45 Sub Machine gun was issued to APC (Armored Personnel Carrier) drivers. Since I drove the C.O.'s APC when we went to the Yakima Firing Center, I was issued the machine gun. But first I had to qualify with the weapon before it would be issued to me to use. So off we went to the small arms range for training. We were taught to fire using short, three round bursts. This was so because the barrel had a tendency to want to kick upwards due to the strong recoil.
Now the point...
GREASE is a form of SOLIDIFIED OIL in emulsion. Oil is representational of the Anointing of the Holy Spirit. GREASE liquefies and becomes like oil when it is heated or under pressure. This of course is by design, so that lubrication, or ANOINTING can be made where oil would be impractical or impossible.
I have had one dream and a few visions in which I was issued a GREASE GUN. In all cases the CLIP contained an UNLIMITED SUPPLY of ammunition. Because of this feature any target could be hit with whatever level of INTENSITY was required to destroy it.
So I suggest that the GREASE GUN is to those who are issued, a CONCENTRATED, UNLIMITED ANOINTING of the Most Holy Spirit with INTENSITY enough to destroy ANY target to which it is continuously aimed.
The subdued appearance and simplicity of operation represent HUMILITY and HONESTY, which are two manifestations of Love by which the Spirit operates.
Because of the amount of fire power this weapon represents, care must be taken to keep the barrel LEVEL and aimed at the target, otherwise, due to the RECOIL effect, the tendency is for the BARREL to drift upwards and point toward Heaven.
Amen.
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"Incident At Harborview"
The following story is a true account of the affliction that the Enemy perpetrated upon my person, and how the Lord commandeered that affliction and is turning the results into a victory. The story is not finished, but will continue until all "His enemies are made His footstool". Now, please allow your attention be drawn to the specifics that make up this story.
I was riding my 1994 Honda MAGNA motorcycle home Saturday morning after paying a visit to a Brother’s house. It was almost noon when I began the ascent up the road to (……). Upon reaching the crest of the hill I came into line-of-sight with the intersection of two parking lots, one on either side of the road. I distinctly saw two vehicles stopped and waiting to leave the upper left parking lot. The first was a white vehicle, the second a dark vehicle. I saw the white vehicle move out, turn into my lane and drive off. I saw the second, dark vehicle cross one lane and into the center left-turn lane and stop, apparently waiting for me to pass before crossing into the opposite parking lot. But he pulled out a little too soon, and I took a hit broadside.
As soon as I saw the vehicle enter the middle turn-lane crossways I lost sight of Reality. I was blinded some how, mentally and physically. But I could still hear what was going on. I heard the brakes of my bike squeal, but I don’t remember putting them on. I also don’t remember veering to the right to avoid a collision, but I did. Then just at the point of impact my eyes were opened and I saw the front right corner of the vehicle’s bumper hit the front wheel of my bike. At that point I knew it was "my time". I shouted "Lord Jesus" and closed my eyes, knowing that I was in the Lord’s hands. I believe that at this point His angels were in control of my bike, because I was not.
There was a lady waiting in the Main (South) parking lot that saw the whole thing. She was also a motorcyclist. After the impact my bike slowed and veered into the lot, heading right towards her. She had to move to get out of the way. As my bike slowed to a stop, I rolled off when it tipped over onto it’s right side, at the same time thinking that I didn’t have time to hit the kill switch. I ended up laying on my back, knees bent and elbows on the ground with my hands raised up toward Heaven. I continued to keep my eyes closed, but I could hear what was going on. Even though I was partly in shock, I was at peace. Then I began to bark out orders to whoever was around me. "Call so and so", I said. "Please call my wife, she’s at (…..)" I ordered to whoever was there.
At this point my story takes two paths, one physical and the other spiritual. For most of the physical details see the poem which the Lord gave to me entitled Seven Fifteen (95). I will now recount the spiritual journey I took into the Land of Insanity, where Satan tried to destroy me. The following events are things that happened primarily in my mind over a period of days. In order to differentiate between Reality and Insanity for the purpose of this writing, any event that occurs in Reality within this time frame will be in Italics, like this. The story now continues…
Prologue
Harborview Hospital, located in King County in the State of Washington, was opened around 1930. It serves as the regional trauma center for three States. It houses the King County morgue, and is also the County Public Hospital where indigents and those without medical insurance can come for treatment. The hospital facility is owned by King County and managed and staffed by the University of Washington School of Medicine. Across the street is the Harborview facility that treats alcoholics, drug users, people with mental dis-orders and the insane.
I was a resident in the orthopedic ward for about 2 and 1/2 weeks beginning on 15 July 1995, due to injuries I received in a motorcycle wreck.
For the record I received the Lord when I was seven years old, and was baptized in the Holy Spirit when I was fourteen. I have walked with God always and have continually wrestled against my own sin. It is significant to note that I have never taken illegal drugs in my life.
(Real Life Narrative: The first attack came in the form of an improperly installed catheter tube. The end of the tube that was supposed to be inside my bladder was only partially in place. This constricted the catheter and allowed only a very small amount of urine to flow through. Over the next few days I began to bloat. Every time I told the nurse that the catheter wasn’t working and that I couldn’t urinate she would look at the tube, observe a small amount of urine in it and tell me that that it was working fine. I think I was like this for two or three days. It was when I was sent for to have a CT scan that the technician was able to see the mis-installed tube on the scope. She made the right adjustment and … Well, how do you spell relief? I spell it P.E.E. I hope you never have to go through this. It is one of the worst things to have to go and not be able to no matter how hard you try. It was also one of the hottest summers on record, and I was in a part of the original Hospital without air conditioning. I sweat so much that I think the nurses must have gotten tired of me asking for dry sheets.)
The following Dreams and/or Visions took place over a five-day period (22-26 July 1995)
Dream #1. (The Authority)
I was floating or hovering and being chased by demons. The demons represented themselves in the form of people. I knew they were demons by virtue of the evil feelings I received and the fear evoked by them. I was chased through a field, then a housing development in a suburb. They finally caught up with me and took me prisoner. I felt terror not knowing what they might do to me. I was taken to some sort of Medical Clinic. Not a Hospital or Doctor’s office, but more like a walk-in Aid Station one might find on a public beach.
Just then a Medical Technician appeared. I knew he was by virtue of the uniform he wore and the Insignia of Medical Authority on his shoulders. This brought me some comfort in that I knew all authority came from God. The Medic asked me how I was doing and what was wrong. Then he indicated that I should submit to the treatment I was being subjected to. (End of Dream)
Dream #2. (The Conspiracy)
(Real Life Narrative: A Brother from Church had a life-size cardboard figure of Captain Picard (Star Trek TNG), the type used for a movie promotional. He had gotten the Tuesday Night Group to sign it (they all knew that my wife and I were both avid Trekkies) as a sort of a "get well" card. Another Brother brought it to me when he came to visit. By this time I had already started to loose grip on Reality, so when I first saw the "Picard Card" I became fearful. It was only after I saw all of the signatures of my Brothers and Sisters written all over the picture of Picard that my attitude toward the figure changed. I was then comforted by it rather than frightened, because I knew that hands filled with the Spirit of God had touched it.)
A group of demons were conspiring to kill me. They took the form of the two other patients sharing my room and one of the nurses assigned to my treatment. They had decided to take me out into a desolate area suitable for an execution. I was put into the back of a pickup truck (with a canopy). Because of my physical weakness I was unable to resist or make an attempt to escape. As we began to travel something strange happened. The figure of Picard followed behind about 10’. If we slowed down, He slowed down. If we sped up, He sped up, always staying about ten feet behind. I began to realize that the figure of Captain Picard represented my Father in Heaven.
Somehow I became aware that no matter what happened, as long as I kept my eyes on my Captain Father nothing could harm me. It then became my goal to keep my eyes on the Captain and stay awake until Morning came, knowing that the power of the demons would be broken.
As we began the journey toward my destruction the demons became aware that the Captain was following us and that my eyes were on Him. It then became their goal to try and wear me out and get me to fall asleep before Morning, or to weaken me so that I could no longer pay attention to my Father, or to obscure His Face, or anything that would make it difficult for me to see Him.
The demons drove through all kinds of places looking for a good spot to execute me. We traveled along mountain logging roads, through city ghettos, on country lanes, through rich areas and poor. Every time the scenery changed I looked and prayed for any sign of Morning. "Please Lord, let the Morning come" I would pray. But the night continued.
I remember one particular road had mud-puddles. Every time we hit one it would splatter my Father’s Face so that I could no longer see Him clearly. When this happened I would blink my eyes several times until the muddy water washed away. The demons tried to hit every mud-puddle possible, but every time they did I just blinked my eyes until I could see Father clearly again.
(Real Life Narrative: at some point one of my nurses came in to my room and saw me staring as hard as I could at "Cpt. Picard". She asked why I kept looking at him and I responded with something like "because he reminds me of my Father.") Every once in a while we would stop as the demons got out of the cab of the pick-up to check out the area. And every time we stopped I opened my eyes as wide as possible and stared as hard as I could at my Father, believing that my life would be over if for one instance I let my guard down. One time we stopped at what was apparently a theatre of some kind. Captain Father was at one side of the stage. He was joined by the Son (represented by Commander Riker) and the Holy Spirit (represented by Data). They asked the Captain if He needed any assistance, to which He replied that He didn’t, but that what was going on was between He and I. The Son and Spirit hung around for a little while, then left the scene.
The demons still thought they could wait me out. They tried to put fear into me just to see me squirm. When Fear came I started saying "Father, Father, Father", over and over like a chant or mantra. Then the Holy Spirit injected Truth directly into my dream. I was given the knowledge that chanting my Father’s Name over and over did not make Him any more powerful than He already is, and that just plain "Father" would do. (No, to say any more than just "Father" is an attempt at adding human effort and strength to Some One who alone is called Almighty.)
I could hear the demons arguing in the front of the truck. Things were getting urgent because Morning was fast approaching. They agreed to find a place to stop and take whatever steps were needed to kill me. At last they pulled into what seemed to be an open-air horse arena. They stopped with the back end of the truck facing into the arena. This made it so the demons could keep an eye on me while they were sitting on the bleachers under the roof of the arena.
I could feel my strength starting to fade, but I continued the struggle to stay awake. When I kept my eyes on Father I would feel strength return. But there was always this Gnawing Fear in the Back of My Mind along with Curiosity that wanted me to try to find out just what the demons were up to.
Thinking that somehow I could better protect myself if I knew what the demons were going to do next, I would look away from Father to observe their activity. And when I did I became weak and sleepy and I could sense the excitement level of the demons increase. Every time I looked back to the Father and my strength returned, a phone would ring somewhere and one of the demons would answer it. I could tell that the phone call was coming from a Demon Supervisor and that the one answering the call was being chewed out on account of my looking back to the Father and regaining my strength.
Even though I was strengthened in my heart each time I gazed upon Captain Father, my body was close to exhaustion and I was finding it hard to stay awake. The demons were beside themselves with anticipation in the hope of my falling into their Oblivion.
But God had other ideas. Just as I could no longer keep my eyes open, I noticed the Blue Twilight of Dawn just before Morning. And as I drifted off to sleep, the Sun rose above the mountains with Morning in His wings, and the power of the demons was shattered. (End of Dream)
Dream #3. (The Angels)
(Real Life Narrative: This dream was the only comforting one of the group. I think that the Lord wanted to make sure I had something to hope for. In any event, it was nice).
I was aware that Angels from God were directing my travel. I couldn’t see them, but I heard them singing. They were singing in unison, both masculine and feminine voices in the style of a swing choir. A real up-beat melody and tune. It was made known to me that we were flying over the Olympic Peninsula. I think it was close to Sequim, Wa. but in an undeveloped area. Then I saw what appeared to be a small strip mall. It was newly built with a fresh asphalt parking lot. The shops had just opened for business and some of the doors were propped open to let in the mid-morning sun. My heart rejoiced at the thought of the shop keepers going about their business, enjoying their work and the fruit of their labors. I was also happy at the thought of the possible expansion and new jobs that would bring to the area. I wanted so badly to "drop down" and join in the productivity but I knew I couldn’t on account of my condition. We flew over some other areas that were under construction, then I was taken back to my hospital bed.
(End of Dream)
Dream #4. (Part One, Wire and Threads)
As I lay in my hospital bed, I became aware of the television. There was some sort of infomercial on. As I watched I learned that it was about a new Marketing Technology that would ensure positive sales and increasing profits. This new marketing scheme was dependent on a technology developed by a tribe of a peculiar race of people from South America. The odd thing about the people of this tribe was in their physical build. They were not so tall, but extremely slender in frame, so much so that they were referred to as "stick people". I knew in my heart that they were a Tribe wholly given over to Satan worship and that every one of them was demonically influenced or possessed.
A Tribal Representative and a Major Media Network Marketing Executive were being interviewed together on the infomercial. The Executive was explaining how his Network had licensed the New Technology from the Tribe and how much he thought business would grow because of this arrangement.
As I watched , I learned all about this Technology and how it worked. Fibers had been discovered that when implanted within the human body would respond to physiological changes. The fibers also emitted a low level radio signal that fluctuated commensurately with the physiological changes within the host. These changes could be monitored and tracked on a specially equipped receiver. Essentially, once the fibers were placed within the human body, they became a "bio-feedback" transmitter unique to each host. Let’s say that Host A goes into Store B. Store B is equipped with the special receiver. The Store Manager would be able to observe on his monitor the biofeedback readings of Host A as they were shopping. Whenever Host A would see something particularly attractive their unique biofeedback signal from the fibers would register at the receiver. After a period of time, a Consumer Profile could be established based on the feedback readings and analysis. Then the Store Manager would be able to tailor his stock and pricing to match the mood of Host A, who would then be all but forced by his own physiological makeup to make a purchase. In fact, the sale would be inevitable as the item and price would be attuned directly to the host’s Purchasing Profile. This would give unlimited selling power to whoever had this technology.
One of the facts mentioned on the infomercial was that the first generation fibers would dissolve over a period of time in the body and become useless. A new generation of fibers was ready for testing that would be made out of a type of steel that would not dissolve, nor could they be cut or removed once implanted. A consumer implanted with second generation fiber-wire would be a commercial slave for the rest of his/her life.
As I watched this show, I began to realize that there had to be human hosts that would perform the Beta Testing, either voluntarily or involuntarily. Then I realized that was precisely what was going on in the hospital I was in. Only we were not volunteers. The fibers were being secretly implanted into a patient whenever they had a surgery or other procedure.
One of the ways the fibers could be introduced into a host was by "growing" the fibers into the skin. A patient (being restrained) would have to lay in bed while the fiber-wires would be worked through their skin and into the body. Once in the blood stream they would lodge in various places and began transmitting. I realized then that I had to get out of the hospital fast before being infected with the fiber-wires.
(Real Life Narrative: with all the strength I could muster, I sat up, un-strapped my leg brace, removed all of the tubes connected to my body I could find, then got out of bed. Getting away from that place was the only thing on my mind. As I headed toward the door one of the nurses saw me and tried to stop me. I yelled at her not to touch me. She tried to block me physically, but I was too weak to force my way past her. My leg gave out and I fell, face up on the floor. I lay there, naked, with my upper body protruding through the threshold of the door to my room out into the hallway.
Lying on the floor, too weak to do anything else, I demanded that the Police be called. I thought that at least they might be trustworthy enough to hear my story and provide me with safety. Then I saw one of the Doctors bending over me. He was asking me what was wrong. I tried to explain to him about the marketing conspiracy, but he just smiled and said there was no such thing. At that point I knew he was one of "them". Then I realized that I just didn’t have the strength to fight any more. There was nothing I could do but await my fate at the hands of my enemies.
Too weak to remain fully awake, in the half-conscious state I was in I felt my self being lifted, then placed on a stretcher. I was vaguely aware of the manacles placed on my hands and feet. Then, chained to my bed, I could do nothing else but to await whatever doom my captors had in mind.)
Dream #4 Part Two, (The Tower)
Chained to my bed I was lifted through an opening of the ceiling into a room. The bed was turned on end and attached to the wall, with me upright and facing out. The attendants crawled back down through the trap door and closed the lid. Alone, I began to wonder why I was brought here and left like this. Then I became aware that this was a "death room", where the hospital would send patients to die through neglect (no food or water). How convenient a method of getting rid of troublemakers. In the ceiling, well insulated from noise there was no chance of people working below to hear a dying patient begging for food, or hear their cry for water. I was brought here to die (murdered would be more accurate).
Some how I was able to work myself free of the manacles. I crawled up the bed and onto the ledge that was supporting it. Then I noticed that there were doorways at either side of the room at the same level as the bed. I went through one and noticed that I was in a room with windows looking outwards. I could see by looking out that I was at the base of a tower. I explored further and found a set of stairs. Then I heard a sound of commotion behind me. I was apparently discovered missing. My anxiety increased as I hurried to find a way of escape. Running into a corridor my hand brushed up against something cold and metallic. In the dim light of the room I could see the silhouette of a familiar object. I picked it up to make sure. Yes! An Army .45 caliber sub-machine gun (also known to soldiers as a "grease gun" due to it’s short barrel and extendible shoulder butt). And a full clip!. Fear and anxiety gave way to feelings of power and vengeance as I put the shoulder strap around my head. I thought to myself that if I couldn’t escape, then I would "take out" as many of the Enemy with me as I could before I died.
Equipped though I was, escape was still on the forefront of my mind. I continued through another doorway, then another set of stairs. Another room. Another door. More stairs. I heard footsteps right behind me. I turned and fired a couple of bursts. I caught a glimpse of a human figure stopping short and raising their hands up to their face and a bright crimson color coming from between their fingers.
Not waiting to find out if I hit anyone else, I continued. The footsteps had stopped. Moments later someone started shouting. I continued to ascend as far up the tower as I could. I finally came to the upper most room, which had a low, attic style of ceiling. Looking out the window, I could see that I was at the top of the tower. Glancing upward, I observed the slope of the roof, and standing on the top of the roof was a fairly tall radio tower. I realized it was the transceiver tower for the experimental Biofeedback wire-threads.
Again, voices and shouting were coming up the stairs to where I was. I figured that I would go out in a blaze of gun-smoke and glory. I began to fire as soon as I saw the first person. They all fell back. I kept firing until I thought the clip was empty.
What?! The clip continued to feed bullets into the chamber as I continued to fire. I kept shooting down the stairs until I must have hit a load-bearing truss of the tower, because suddenly there was a loud creak, then the sound of breaking boards all around me.
All of my shooting had apparently weakened a part of the superstructure of the tower sufficiently to began it’s collapse. "Good", I thought, as debris started to fall around me and the floor I was standing on buckled. The whole tower began it’s final toppling descent toward destruction. My last thought was, "I will die in battle, and my enemies and their ability to control others will be destroyed with me". (End of Dream)
(Judges 16:30 Then Samson said, "Let me die with the Philistines!" And he pushed with all his might, and the temple fell on the lords and all the people who were in it. So the dead that he killed at his death were more than he had killed in his life. (NKJ)
Dream # 5, (Sattlelite Dish Mandate)
Incorporated with the above was another distinct dream, as follows...
Aliens had landed on Earth, taken over the country in which I lived and had set up a puppet government. The new "government" mandated that all citizens were required to have a Satellite Dish hooked up to their TV sets. Not having a dish or even neglecting to hook one up to a TV was a capital offense. The technology behind the Satellite Dish Network allowed duplex communication and enabled the "government" to influence and control each citizen's life.
An underground band of rebels had sprung up, but the "government" responded with "Hit Squads" to hunt down and kill the dissenters. (End of dream)
(Real Life Narrative: at the end of the first part of dream #4, I actually did get out of bed. Since the "dream" was reality to me, I was acting out in real life what was going through my head at the time. One of the nurses tried to get me back into bed, and I fell after we struggled. The impact jarred and moved a fraction of a millimeter one of the screws that held my hip hardware in place. After I was subdued, I was manacled and chained to my hospital bed and moved into a smaller room down the hallway. Being isolated from people, and removed from the daily sound of outside construction and nightly helicopter noise, I got what I needed most; a good night’s sleep. I was chained up like this for almost a day. After being sedated and calmed through drugs the nurses took the chains off me. Later I was moved back into a regular 3-person room. Months after being released from Harborview on my final visit to my hip surgeon, he replied how good my hip socket looked. He made no mention about any of the screws being out of place.)
Epilogue
Over the next four months (August - November) I made several day trips back to the hospital to see my surgeon for routine check ups. It was during this time that the Lord began to impress upon me that He wanted to change the spiritual climate at Harborview. In November He gave to me a poem that more or less outlined his intentions. I forwarded this poem to the Hospital Chaplain, as well as to a Local Body within the city (I live 40 miles outside the city limits in an un-incorporated part of the county). It was on one of my last checkup visits to the hospital that I got the distinct impression that there were indeed "Armies of Angels" accompanying me (see poem "Harborview Hospital").
On the last check-up visit my surgeon determined that I would require further surgery to remove calcified tissue that had formed around my hip joint (referred to as surgery #4 in the poem Seven Fifteen (95). The operation was scheduled for early February of 96.
This time I spent five days in the hospital, and I could already tell that there was a difference. First off the catheter into my bladder was properly installed (whew!). That alone was a major blessing. Then one of the nurses that remembered me from before remarked that I was totally different. (It was easy for them to remember on account of all the commotion that I caused when I went nuts and got out of bed during my first stay).
Now here is the interesting part; in one of the hallucinations a demon that was conspiring to kill me had taken on the form and appearance of this same nurse, along with another demon who had taken on the form of one of my roommates, whom the nurse had been flirting with. Even though I was half nuts at the time I was able to share the Lord with my roommate before he checked out. In any event, this nurse treated me a lot better this time, and I was able to share the Gospel with her before I left.
Another thing happened that to me was quite profound. While I was in the Hospital the first time, my entire Church (I am part of a small Home-Fellowship of about 15-20 people) came over to visit me on Sunday right after the morning service, the day after my accident. Even though I was out of it mentally, I was strengthened by their presence. The man in the bed across from me (not the one whose demon was in my dream) was also blessed, and remarked how he wished he had friends like I did that would come and visit him. Months later, my Pastor and his Wife were downtown and ran into the same man. He remembered my name and asked how I was doing. I took that "chance meeting" as a sign from the Lord that my struggles had not been in vain, but had been used to bless others and help to expand the Kingdom of Heaven.
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Grease Gun
Way back when I was in the Army National Guard one of my MOSs (Military Occupational Specialty) was Driver. In fact, for a short time I was the Commanding Officer's Driver for Charlie Company. Drivers were customarily issued one of two weapons; an Army semi-automatic .45 pistol or a .45 caliber sub-machine gun, depending upon field conditions or perhaps the mood of the Armorer.
This weapon is rather unique. It is not shiny or pretty to look at, but is small in form and humble in appearence, yet with a lot of fire power. It's body was made of dull, non-reflective pressed steel. It has a simple firing mechanism, with a trigger assembly, bolt, and clip. The dust cover on the right side of the bolt housing acted as the safety when in the closed position. The barrel is quite short, and it has a pistol grip with an extendible shoulder butt made of heavy gauge steel rod. Memory fails me, but I think the clip holds either forty or fifty rounds of ammo. Because of this configuration, its Army slang nomenclature was "GREASE GUN".
The .45 Sub Machine gun was issued to APC (Armored Personnel Carrier) drivers. Since I drove the C.O.'s APC when we went to the Yakima Firing Center, I was issued the machine gun. But first I had to qualify with the weapon before it would be issued to me to use. So off we went to the small arms range for training. We were taught to fire using short, three round bursts. This was so because the barrel had a tendency to want to kick upwards due to the strong recoil.
Now the point...
GREASE is a form of SOLIDIFIED OIL in emulsion. Oil is representational of the Anointing of the Holy Spirit. GREASE liquefies and becomes like oil when it is heated or under pressure. This of course is by design, so that lubrication, or ANOINTING can be made where oil would be impractical or impossible.
I have had one dream and a few visions in which I was issued a GREASE GUN. In all cases the CLIP contained an UNLIMITED SUPPLY of ammunition. Because of this feature any target could be hit with whatever level of INTENSITY was required to destroy it.
So I suggest that the GREASE GUN is to those who are issued, a CONCENTRATED, UNLIMITED ANOINTING of the Most Holy Spirit with INTENSITY enough to destroy ANY target to which it is continuously aimed.
The subdued appearance and simplicity of operation represent HUMILITY and HONESTY, which are two manifestations of Love by which the Spirit operates.
Because of the amount of fire power this weapon represents, care must be taken to keep the barrel LEVEL and aimed at the target, otherwise, due to the RECOIL effect, the tendency is for the BARREL to drift upwards and point toward Heaven.
Amen.
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Dream #9
Dream 31 Jan 1998
"The Fishing Lodge"
In this dream…
I had been invited to a Fishing Lodge in the foothills not far from my home. The Lodge was built primarily for people wanting to learn how to fish.
I found myself walking along a dirt road that led to the Lodge. Up ahead was a bridge that crossed a mountain stream used by the Lodge guests and their instructors for fishing practice. As I crossed the bridge I observed something quite grotesque. A fish had been placed on top of one of the bridge railings and held down by a steel clamp, apparently so that arriving Lodge Guests could see what type of fish they were to learn to catch.
The fish was still alive, but covered with various worms, maggots and insects. These Predators had attached themselves to the fish waiting for it to die.
I tried splashing water on the fish to keep it alive. This helped revive the fish, but also allowed the predators to multiply and get stronger. I then used my Pocketknife to scrape the worms, maggots and bugs off. This worked, but much of the fish's skin came off as well.
Finally I used my knife to break open the clamp. I put the fish back into the water. I could tell it was in pain as it began to slowly struggle upstream.
Watching the Fish swim away, I wondered if it would survive, but I knew it preferred to die Free in the Water than as a Prisoner covered with Worms.
End of dream.
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Dream 31 Jan 1998
"The Fishing Lodge"
In this dream…
I had been invited to a Fishing Lodge in the foothills not far from my home. The Lodge was built primarily for people wanting to learn how to fish.
I found myself walking along a dirt road that led to the Lodge. Up ahead was a bridge that crossed a mountain stream used by the Lodge guests and their instructors for fishing practice. As I crossed the bridge I observed something quite grotesque. A fish had been placed on top of one of the bridge railings and held down by a steel clamp, apparently so that arriving Lodge Guests could see what type of fish they were to learn to catch.
The fish was still alive, but covered with various worms, maggots and insects. These Predators had attached themselves to the fish waiting for it to die.
I tried splashing water on the fish to keep it alive. This helped revive the fish, but also allowed the predators to multiply and get stronger. I then used my Pocketknife to scrape the worms, maggots and bugs off. This worked, but much of the fish's skin came off as well.
Finally I used my knife to break open the clamp. I put the fish back into the water. I could tell it was in pain as it began to slowly struggle upstream.
Watching the Fish swim away, I wondered if it would survive, but I knew it preferred to die Free in the Water than as a Prisoner covered with Worms.
End of dream.
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Dream #10
1998-02-19
"In Iraq"
In this dream...
I was standing with a group of American soldiers who had just been captured by Iraqi soldiers. There were about 50 or so of us and about two hundred of the Enemy. They had encircled us in a ring, and were armed only with rifles and pistols.
In front of us just beyond our captors were a fence and a hedgerow, and just beyond that we could see an American unit dug in.
The Commander of our group noticed that there was some initial confusion and hesitation among our captors. He immediately took this opportunity and gave orders for us to charge in the direction of the American line. As we did, I noticed that the enemy behind us didn't open fire right away for fear of hitting their comrades on the other side of the ring. The facing enemy soldiers were too surprised to react as we wrestled their own firearms away and begin shooting. Then, without waiting we hightailed it over the fence and hedgerow into the safety of our own troops.
Some of our boys didn't make it, but we knew that they would have approved of our escape.
End of dream.
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1998-02-19
"In Iraq"
In this dream...
I was standing with a group of American soldiers who had just been captured by Iraqi soldiers. There were about 50 or so of us and about two hundred of the Enemy. They had encircled us in a ring, and were armed only with rifles and pistols.
In front of us just beyond our captors were a fence and a hedgerow, and just beyond that we could see an American unit dug in.
The Commander of our group noticed that there was some initial confusion and hesitation among our captors. He immediately took this opportunity and gave orders for us to charge in the direction of the American line. As we did, I noticed that the enemy behind us didn't open fire right away for fear of hitting their comrades on the other side of the ring. The facing enemy soldiers were too surprised to react as we wrestled their own firearms away and begin shooting. Then, without waiting we hightailed it over the fence and hedgerow into the safety of our own troops.
Some of our boys didn't make it, but we knew that they would have approved of our escape.
End of dream.
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Dream #11
1998-05-19
"Demon Ship"
Last night I dreamed that…
I was on a boat or ferry of some kind. Many people were on the boat with me that had come aboard to be delivered from demons. I knew there were demons on the boat waiting to attack me but I decided to sit down for a rest.
I found a place to sit up against what seemed to be a mast. As I sat down I noticed a pile of thin wire coiled on the floor behind the mast.
Not long after I sat down some demons grabbed the wire and started to wrap it around the mast in order to tie me up. They made several loops around my body and were trying to get it around my throat to strangle me. I flailed with my hands. That loosened the wire enough for me to get one hand into my pocket and onto my pocketknife. I was able to pull out my pocketknife, open it up and proceed to cut the wire.
As soon as I was free, the demons left.
After that I was standing at an upper level of the ship that was two or three steps above the main floor. One of the head demons came to me as one who had been defeated. He came to the bottom stair and kneeled at my feet. I told him to get up and to leave. As he turned to exit through a door to my left, I raised my pocketknife in anger and ordered that I never wanted to see him again. The demon slowly turned away with his head down in defeat and sulked through the door.
Then I awoke…
(Real life narrative) When I woke up I was all sweaty. As I got out of bed I realized that I was extremely exhausted, mentally, spiritually, and physically. I made it to work, but each step was a struggle. It seemed that the spirits of Depression and Oppression were with me all night. Finally at around 10:30 PM the Lord sent help and delivered me*. Even so, it took until Thursday night (when I am writing this down) for me to regain my full strength.
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1998-05-19
"Demon Ship"
Last night I dreamed that…
I was on a boat or ferry of some kind. Many people were on the boat with me that had come aboard to be delivered from demons. I knew there were demons on the boat waiting to attack me but I decided to sit down for a rest.
I found a place to sit up against what seemed to be a mast. As I sat down I noticed a pile of thin wire coiled on the floor behind the mast.
Not long after I sat down some demons grabbed the wire and started to wrap it around the mast in order to tie me up. They made several loops around my body and were trying to get it around my throat to strangle me. I flailed with my hands. That loosened the wire enough for me to get one hand into my pocket and onto my pocketknife. I was able to pull out my pocketknife, open it up and proceed to cut the wire.
As soon as I was free, the demons left.
After that I was standing at an upper level of the ship that was two or three steps above the main floor. One of the head demons came to me as one who had been defeated. He came to the bottom stair and kneeled at my feet. I told him to get up and to leave. As he turned to exit through a door to my left, I raised my pocketknife in anger and ordered that I never wanted to see him again. The demon slowly turned away with his head down in defeat and sulked through the door.
Then I awoke…
(Real life narrative) When I woke up I was all sweaty. As I got out of bed I realized that I was extremely exhausted, mentally, spiritually, and physically. I made it to work, but each step was a struggle. It seemed that the spirits of Depression and Oppression were with me all night. Finally at around 10:30 PM the Lord sent help and delivered me*. Even so, it took until Thursday night (when I am writing this down) for me to regain my full strength.
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Re: Dreams & Visions
Dream #12
1998-08-30
"Gay Jew"
Last night I dreamed that…
The Lord led me into a friendship with a man suspected by his friends of being gay. The man invited me to become his roommate, and I agreed. His apartment was on an upper level of an apartment building.
Funny thing about those apartments. The bedrooms for all the apartments were one big open room more like an open bay barracks with no physical barrier between sleeping spaces. Every one could see everyone else as they were getting ready for bed and going to sleep, and whom they were sleeping with.
I thought by my friend’s appearance that he might be Jewish. So I asked him what his last name was. He rattled off a somewhat long name, and I knew from the sound of it that it was of Jewish origin. So I asked him, "Are you Jewish"? "Yes", he replied.
I’m not sure why, it may have had something to do with the lack of privacy, but my friend and I decided to move out of the apartment to live somewhere else. As we were leaving, he patted me on the butt as a sign of affection. I said that I did not appreciate being touched that way and asked if he would please not do it again. He agreed.
(At that moment the knowledge was given to me by the Lord that the primary reason for my friendship with this Jew was so that he could be healed, and that I should not refuse or comment on his expression of affection toward me.)
As we were about to leave the ground floor lobby of the apartment building, I remembered that I had left something behind. I left my friend to go back up to the apartment and get whatever it was I had forgotten. I got back up to the apartment and looked in the "bedroom". Then, all the other neighbors on that floor, who shared our "bedroom" with us, saw me. They became very agitated and violent. And I knew their thoughts;
"How dare a Christian become friends with a Gay Jew".
The crowd picked up whatever loose objects they could find and came at me to kill me. I was able to retreat into a room that was accessed by a balcony overlooking the street below. I closed the sliding glass door behind me, but the mob began beating on the glass. Just as they had started to penetrate and shatter the glass door, there was a violent earthquake. It shook the building so hard that my assailants were thrown from the balcony, meeting their deaths on the ground below. Only one man was left standing outside. I picked myself off the floor. Brushed the dust and broken glass off and carefully opened what was left of the slider, not sure of what the man outside was going to do. He saw me, and I could tell he was still angry, but then he dropped the bar he was still holding, mumbled some words and turned to go.
The saddest part about this is that I recognized him as a Christian Brother from a church I had previously attended, who had been excommunicated due to unrepentant sexual misconduct.
End of dream.
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1998-08-30
"Gay Jew"
Last night I dreamed that…
The Lord led me into a friendship with a man suspected by his friends of being gay. The man invited me to become his roommate, and I agreed. His apartment was on an upper level of an apartment building.
Funny thing about those apartments. The bedrooms for all the apartments were one big open room more like an open bay barracks with no physical barrier between sleeping spaces. Every one could see everyone else as they were getting ready for bed and going to sleep, and whom they were sleeping with.
I thought by my friend’s appearance that he might be Jewish. So I asked him what his last name was. He rattled off a somewhat long name, and I knew from the sound of it that it was of Jewish origin. So I asked him, "Are you Jewish"? "Yes", he replied.
I’m not sure why, it may have had something to do with the lack of privacy, but my friend and I decided to move out of the apartment to live somewhere else. As we were leaving, he patted me on the butt as a sign of affection. I said that I did not appreciate being touched that way and asked if he would please not do it again. He agreed.
(At that moment the knowledge was given to me by the Lord that the primary reason for my friendship with this Jew was so that he could be healed, and that I should not refuse or comment on his expression of affection toward me.)
As we were about to leave the ground floor lobby of the apartment building, I remembered that I had left something behind. I left my friend to go back up to the apartment and get whatever it was I had forgotten. I got back up to the apartment and looked in the "bedroom". Then, all the other neighbors on that floor, who shared our "bedroom" with us, saw me. They became very agitated and violent. And I knew their thoughts;
"How dare a Christian become friends with a Gay Jew".
The crowd picked up whatever loose objects they could find and came at me to kill me. I was able to retreat into a room that was accessed by a balcony overlooking the street below. I closed the sliding glass door behind me, but the mob began beating on the glass. Just as they had started to penetrate and shatter the glass door, there was a violent earthquake. It shook the building so hard that my assailants were thrown from the balcony, meeting their deaths on the ground below. Only one man was left standing outside. I picked myself off the floor. Brushed the dust and broken glass off and carefully opened what was left of the slider, not sure of what the man outside was going to do. He saw me, and I could tell he was still angry, but then he dropped the bar he was still holding, mumbled some words and turned to go.
The saddest part about this is that I recognized him as a Christian Brother from a church I had previously attended, who had been excommunicated due to unrepentant sexual misconduct.
End of dream.
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Dream #13
1999-03-26
"Kisorrow"
Some months ago I had a dream. I don't remember any of the details other than at the end of the dream there was a man who had a strange name, Kisorrow. That's all I remember of the dream.
I had forgotten all about the dream until about 3 weeks ago, when something I was watching on TV apparently triggered the memory of the name, Kisorrow. Then the Holy Spirit revealed to me the Name and His meaning.
Kisorrow
"I have kissed the Son, for His name is Sorrow"
Psalms 2:12 (kjv), Isaiah 53:3,4 (kjv)
Psalm 2:12
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him. (KJV)
Isaiah 53:3-4
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. (KJV)
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1999-03-26
"Kisorrow"
Some months ago I had a dream. I don't remember any of the details other than at the end of the dream there was a man who had a strange name, Kisorrow. That's all I remember of the dream.
I had forgotten all about the dream until about 3 weeks ago, when something I was watching on TV apparently triggered the memory of the name, Kisorrow. Then the Holy Spirit revealed to me the Name and His meaning.
Kisorrow
"I have kissed the Son, for His name is Sorrow"
Psalms 2:12 (kjv), Isaiah 53:3,4 (kjv)
Psalm 2:12
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him. (KJV)
Isaiah 53:3-4
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. (KJV)
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Dream #14
1999-08-22
"Head Custodian"
Last night the Lord appeared to me in a dream. I dreamed that…
I was given a motorcycle that had once belonged to my youngest brother David. It was a full dress street machine, with an interesting and versatile instrument cluster. I began riding this bike toward my destination in Kremmling, Colorado. I was relocating there and had already secured a job as a custodian at a High School just outside of town.
After riding along a freeway for a short distance, I found myself entering the high school parking lot. As I passed through the gate at the entrance, a parking attendant stopped me and asked what my business was. I informed him that I was a new custodian, and that I had to report to the Head Custodian in the lunchroom. After clearing me he waved me through, but not before he had pinned a small ceramic replica of a Ladybug on the sleeve of my T-shirt. I knew instinctively that this was some kind of locator monitoring device, and I flicked it off of me as soon as I was out of eyeshot.
The school was very busy. There must have been a football game or something because the parking lots were full, and the driveways were backed up. So I took advantage of my superior mobility and started to pull wheelies over the parking lot divider bulkheads, curbs, and anything else that got in my way.
This part was interesting because I was doing things on a full dress street machine that you would normally only do on a trials bike. My left leg had been healed by this time, so I was having loads of fun jumping over these obstacles, half standing with my knees bent to absorb the shock of each successive jump.
I pulled up to the back door of the cafeteria, next to the Dumpster. An older custodian was hauling some trash out. At first I thought he has the Head, but he just waved me inside. Upon entering I noticed two things that were a little out of place for a school. One was that everything seemed very clean and well maintained, the other was a spiral staircase at one end of the serving counter. And standing at the foot of the stairs was the Head Custodian. He seemed to be in His mid-fifties, with black hair and a balding head, and dressed in a typical gray/green uniform. There were traces of sweat on His brow, as if He had just finished stacking chairs.
Before I could speak He looked at me and said, "I’m the One who can make "rhyme nor reason" out of this mess.
Then I woke up.
P.S. Whenever the Lord appears to me in a dream, it becomes the "best dream I ever had", and this one is no exception.
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1999-08-22
"Head Custodian"
Last night the Lord appeared to me in a dream. I dreamed that…
I was given a motorcycle that had once belonged to my youngest brother David. It was a full dress street machine, with an interesting and versatile instrument cluster. I began riding this bike toward my destination in Kremmling, Colorado. I was relocating there and had already secured a job as a custodian at a High School just outside of town.
After riding along a freeway for a short distance, I found myself entering the high school parking lot. As I passed through the gate at the entrance, a parking attendant stopped me and asked what my business was. I informed him that I was a new custodian, and that I had to report to the Head Custodian in the lunchroom. After clearing me he waved me through, but not before he had pinned a small ceramic replica of a Ladybug on the sleeve of my T-shirt. I knew instinctively that this was some kind of locator monitoring device, and I flicked it off of me as soon as I was out of eyeshot.
The school was very busy. There must have been a football game or something because the parking lots were full, and the driveways were backed up. So I took advantage of my superior mobility and started to pull wheelies over the parking lot divider bulkheads, curbs, and anything else that got in my way.
This part was interesting because I was doing things on a full dress street machine that you would normally only do on a trials bike. My left leg had been healed by this time, so I was having loads of fun jumping over these obstacles, half standing with my knees bent to absorb the shock of each successive jump.
I pulled up to the back door of the cafeteria, next to the Dumpster. An older custodian was hauling some trash out. At first I thought he has the Head, but he just waved me inside. Upon entering I noticed two things that were a little out of place for a school. One was that everything seemed very clean and well maintained, the other was a spiral staircase at one end of the serving counter. And standing at the foot of the stairs was the Head Custodian. He seemed to be in His mid-fifties, with black hair and a balding head, and dressed in a typical gray/green uniform. There were traces of sweat on His brow, as if He had just finished stacking chairs.
Before I could speak He looked at me and said, "I’m the One who can make "rhyme nor reason" out of this mess.
Then I woke up.
P.S. Whenever the Lord appears to me in a dream, it becomes the "best dream I ever had", and this one is no exception.
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Dream #15
2007-07-15
"Mom In Church"
5:50PM
Just now woke up. I was dreaming that…
I was with Dr. Chuck Missler in my wife’s Dodge Intrepid. We were driving in an area close to where I grew up. I had invited Dr. Missler to join me in attending a prophecy conference at a Church located on the property of an old Tree Farm. While driving I had made a few wrong turns, then commented to Dr. Missler that I thought these “mistakes” might be of God. I then remembered the right road and we proceeded to arrive and park in the church parking lot.
Next, we were in the multi-purpose-meeting hall of the Church that had tables with food set up for a meal. I could see down a hallway and a door that led to a kitchen just adjacent to the auditorium. As I was looking down the hallway and perceiving the activity and kitchen noises of food preparation, I saw my Mom (my Mom has been deceased and in Heaven now for almost 4 years). With very much shock, amazement and delight I exclaimed “Mom!” (and I almost said "I thought you were dead!).
She turned and looked at me without any surprise at all and turned her face back to the wall between the hallway and the kitchen. Then, like a scene right out of a Science Fiction show such as Star Trek, Star Gate or The Matrix she walked right through the wall into the kitchen. As she was walking through the wall I could observe a blue electrical trace outlining where her body intersected with the physical surface of the wall, like low-level plasma.
End of dream.
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2007-07-15
"Mom In Church"
5:50PM
Just now woke up. I was dreaming that…
I was with Dr. Chuck Missler in my wife’s Dodge Intrepid. We were driving in an area close to where I grew up. I had invited Dr. Missler to join me in attending a prophecy conference at a Church located on the property of an old Tree Farm. While driving I had made a few wrong turns, then commented to Dr. Missler that I thought these “mistakes” might be of God. I then remembered the right road and we proceeded to arrive and park in the church parking lot.
Next, we were in the multi-purpose-meeting hall of the Church that had tables with food set up for a meal. I could see down a hallway and a door that led to a kitchen just adjacent to the auditorium. As I was looking down the hallway and perceiving the activity and kitchen noises of food preparation, I saw my Mom (my Mom has been deceased and in Heaven now for almost 4 years). With very much shock, amazement and delight I exclaimed “Mom!” (and I almost said "I thought you were dead!).
She turned and looked at me without any surprise at all and turned her face back to the wall between the hallway and the kitchen. Then, like a scene right out of a Science Fiction show such as Star Trek, Star Gate or The Matrix she walked right through the wall into the kitchen. As she was walking through the wall I could observe a blue electrical trace outlining where her body intersected with the physical surface of the wall, like low-level plasma.
End of dream.
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P.S. The date of this dream is significant as it the anniversary of my motorcycle wreck.
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Dream #16
2007-07-25 12:30 PM
"Pastor's Wife"
In this dream...
I am with my friend and brother in the living room of his house. His wife is with us and she is in need of deliverance. I inform the both of them that she is her husband's responsibility and her deliverance is contingent upon her submitting to him as Head of Household.
They both agree, and my friend embraces his wife with very much compassion. His wife is facing me during this embrace and is looking at me. At that moment I see in her eyes (which are open) a glint of rebellion, a part of her not submitted to her husband. Then I woke up.
End of dream.
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As I was waking, I was experiencing great fear and terror. I knew that this dream was revelatory of Satan's plan against my friend and His wife the Church.
Also, within the dream were elements of witchcraft and deception Satan was using to try to distract me from the main purpose of my presence, which is to minister Right Relationship - between man and God, man and man, and man and Satan.
Additionally, I could tell in the dream the woman that was my friend’s wife was a combination of one of my own wife's cousins and a Pastor's wife of a local Church I have visited a few times, with a touch of a charge nurse from where I work.
By the Grace of God I was able to go back to sleep as this was many hours before my usual wake up time of 5:30 PM.
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2007-07-25 12:30 PM
"Pastor's Wife"
In this dream...
I am with my friend and brother in the living room of his house. His wife is with us and she is in need of deliverance. I inform the both of them that she is her husband's responsibility and her deliverance is contingent upon her submitting to him as Head of Household.
They both agree, and my friend embraces his wife with very much compassion. His wife is facing me during this embrace and is looking at me. At that moment I see in her eyes (which are open) a glint of rebellion, a part of her not submitted to her husband. Then I woke up.
End of dream.
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As I was waking, I was experiencing great fear and terror. I knew that this dream was revelatory of Satan's plan against my friend and His wife the Church.
Also, within the dream were elements of witchcraft and deception Satan was using to try to distract me from the main purpose of my presence, which is to minister Right Relationship - between man and God, man and man, and man and Satan.
Additionally, I could tell in the dream the woman that was my friend’s wife was a combination of one of my own wife's cousins and a Pastor's wife of a local Church I have visited a few times, with a touch of a charge nurse from where I work.
By the Grace of God I was able to go back to sleep as this was many hours before my usual wake up time of 5:30 PM.
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