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Scorched Ground - Dream - 5/13/2020

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Scorched Ground – Dream – 5/13/2020

I had this dream in May of last year, during COVID and before Winter Storm Uri.

 

Dream:

In this dream the setting was ‘soon’.  It was not now, and it was not in the past, but it was soon.  It was also a further SHAKING of the earth, and specifically the Christians, those that love and follow God.  The non-Christians were equally shaken, maybe even more so, but the outcome was to make the Christians rise up and do what they are suppose to be doing. 

Wayne and I were out doors, and when we look out from where we were standing the land had been scorched.  The trees were still standing, and some plants and bushes were still there, but all of the ground, earth, dirt, grass and low creeping plants hand been scorched as in fire and were completely burned up and lay bare.  The fields, hills, yards and more were bare, burnt, fallow dirt. 

As we looked out we were at perfect peace and KNEW exactly what we were suppose to do, yet we could ‘feel’ the panic, fear and other emotions rising up off many on the earth. 

We began praying while heading to seek out other believers, many which may not have previously been considered mature, to make sure that they also KNEW what their current job was, and if not, to help teach them.  We made our way to one particular friend in the Sugarland area named Brandon to be sure he was alright and knew what to do.  When we reached him he was doing exactly what he was suppose to. 

Brandon was standing up on an elevated area looking over vast barren and burnt fields.  As he stood there he was in a posture of worship, standing tall with his arms and hands outstretched toward those fields.  He was praying over the ‘land’, just as we had come to inform him to do.  When we reached him in his elevated location he never let his posture change or his arms lower, but smiled and greeted us happily with his facial expressions and his voice.  None of us spoke of or felt fear, but he said, “Man guys, this is wild.”  We all three nodded and smiled and Wayne and I responded, “It sure is.  Wild.”  We talked a few moments making sure he knew his part and before departing to check on the next set of believers.  Once we had checked on our assigned set of believes we would also take a stance to stand, look over and pray for our ‘fields’ in earnest.  We were praying for them as we checked on the others, but it would become more concerted.

He said, “Yes, I know what to do.  I am suppose to pray over the harvest.  First the lettuce will spring up, tiny little sprigs.  Then those will grow in size and cucumbers and tomatoes will grow up.  Finally (after other crops spring up) the bread will grow, and that is the end result.”  We nodded that he was correct and were very happy that he knew that.  It is important to note that only one crop would grow at a time, so the lettuce would grow until it turned into cucumbers and that would grow until it turned into tomatoes and so on until finally the bread would grow.  Interesting to note, I knew the end result was NOT Wheat with which to make bread, but actual loaves and rolls, baked to perfection and shined with butter on top.  Already baked bread growing.  And we referred to this process as the harvest growing, and the harvest was not ready until the ready-made bread was growing.  Also note, while we were standing there with Brandon, tiny sprigs of lettuce were already beginning to pop up all over the barren land before him!

End Dream

 

PS – I looked up what the name Brandon means since I was curious why God chose to put him in our dream.  His name means, “Beacon Hill.”  Wow!  Hill of hope, safety, light…whatever you think of a beacon as.

Friends, get ready!  There is more ‘shaking’ to come.  I do not know what it looks like, but it will feel more scorched, barren, dry than this Coronavirus.  Also, we were at perfect peace and knew what to do, so do NOT fear and BE PREPARED for God’s supernatural provision (yes, still do what you know to do.  It is our job to be prepared and let God do the rest).  And third, it IS HARVEST time, and prayer is pivotal.

George Perry Floyd – What would he say today?

George Perry Floyd – What would he say today?

I have been mostly silent about George Floyd these past few days.  Not completely silent as I have commented on a few posts and called to check on some of my dark skinned friends, but otherwise I have been silent. 

Not completely silent. 

As I initially learned about George my first reaction was to vomit.  These acts of murder via those that should be our protectors make me sick.  Then my next reaction was anger, I would like to think it was righteous anger, but sometimes anger can take hold and turn into sin, so I ‘checked’ my anger and put it on hold. 

Then came the part where I was not so silent. 

I cried.  I cried out to God.  I cried for George, the man I never knew, never met.  I cried for his family and friends.  I cried for those in charge that allowed and even caused this to happen.  I cried. 

Then I went silent again. 

I had to pray.  I went into my closet and prayed.  As the articles, blog posts and FaceBook posts came out I read many of them and prayed.  As my friends and many strangers began to voice their thoughts and opinions I listened, thought some more and prayed.  As the peaceful protests and violent riots began I fell to my knees and prayed some more.  I asked God to speak to me.  This particular situation always makes me feel like my hands are tied.  I am not black, even though when I was growing up people would often ask me, “Who’s black, your mommy or your daddy?  Because you have black skin, but easy hair.”  The answer is neither.  I am Chinese and white, I just tan to chocolate skin when I swim a lot.  I have black relatives in my family and I love each of them.  I also have Chinese, Mexican and yes white relatives.  I love them all. 

Today, as I was outside doing yard work, a different perspective hit me, and hit me hard.  After watching George’s murder video that made me vomit, after reading and listening to friends, blogs and media, after praying and crying out, a perspective hit me that I have not yet read about or heard anywhere.  So here I am to write about it.  I am not a fan of writing.  I love to read, but when it comes to putting my heart and thoughts on paper I struggle.  Even though I struggle, I feel that this perspective must be written.  If no one reads it but me, the one typing, that is ok; at least this point of view will be out there somewhere.  These words are not to belittle or change what is already being said out there on social media; it is simply to add an additional layer.  This is the viewpoint I imagine George Floyd is having TODAY. 

While I was mowing my yard I was praying for George’s family and friends.  I was crying for their pain.  And when I ran out of words I asked God if He would speak to me.  Then I was silent.  I kept mowing in the silence and I heard what I would think is George’s voice yelling, YELLING the word, “REPENT!”  over and over again.  Loudly.  With feeling and agony.  With love and truth.  Reeeepeeent!  Long, drawn out and guttural. 

When I heard his voice saying that word with such depth I was immediately flooded with emotions of a different kind.  I realized that George, who I read was a Christian and active in his church, had stepped out of his encapsulated shell of a sinful body and has met his maker face-to-face.  George now has a different perspective from us left down here.  George has the advantage of a heavenly and eternal vantage point on what is going on down here in humanity.  And God allowed him to chose to yell ‘Repent’ into my thoughts.

I think that if George is allowed to look down into the United States and see what is being done with his name attached to it, that in some instances he would be pleased, and in other instances he would be repulsed. 

If George is the Christian Man that it is said he was, then he would be pleased at the peaceful protests, the call for change, the prayers for unity and repentance.  He would also be repulsed by the additional murders committed in his name.  He would be condemning of the dirtying of the legacy he built that is attached to his name.  He would call out the crimes committed to the cause his name has been tattooed across.

I think if we could sit and hear him speak TODAY, with his eternal perspective we would hear him say a few different things. 

One, I believe he would call for justice to be done to his murders here on earth.  After all, Able’s blood cried out from the earth in Genesis 4.  Also, the martyrs under the throne of heaven cry out, “How long O Lord must we wait until You avenge our blood?” (Paraphrased from Revelation 6:10).  The cry for justice is a noble cry, and I pray it is completed.  But I also believe that if for some ghastly reason justice is not carried out here on earth that George would hand it over to the Lord because Jesus is a Just Judge and ‘Vengeance is the Lord’s” according to Romans 12:19.  And God will most definitely avenge George Floyd if our judicial system failed.

Two, I believe that if George is the Christian Man that it is said he was that he would cry out for each and every one of us to go into our closets, close the door behind us, fall onto our knees and repent with weeping.  George would have us ask the Lord to search us and find any wicked way within us (Psalm 139).  He would have us see ourselves, as we truly are, not as how we think we are.  He would have the dark and sinister places in our hearts be revealed by God and violently ripped out so we can change the right way.  He would call for us to repent and turn from our wicked ways so that God can indeed heal our land, yes, even racially (2 Chronicles 7:14).

Three, I believe George Floyd would call out the selfish people, media, agenda makers…as tools of Satan.  I’m not talking about the good things we see going on through this, I am talking about the bad, evil and violent things we see ‘using’ George for their personal purposes.  Remember, the father of lies, was once an angel of great power in the heavenlies that attempted a coup on God and failed.  Well, he is still trying to make that coup happen and, as the man of lawlessness, he is using anything he can get his hands on for his twisted purposes filled with hatred, lies, death and sin.  If you think you follow Jesus but you think the right thing is murder, hatred or racism, then you do not follow the Jesus of the Bible, you have believed a lie and follow a counterfeit.  If you think only white people go to heaven and that Jesus is a skinhead, then you have the wrong Jesus; seek out the right Jesus.  The Christian Man named George would not want his name or his heritage associated with any of Satan’s nonsense.  Not if he built a legacy of Jesus in his life here on earth before he died.

Four, I believe George would call on the men and women of power to rise up and protect those that have had their voices taken from them.  Men and women of power, you have a great opportunity to rise up as protectors of our communities, and that includes the black communities.  You have the honor to speak when someone’s voice has been stripped from them through generations of racism and hatred.  You have the opportunity to do what is right in the face of wrong.  You have the ability to humanize people, even during the difficult times; not simply strip them of dignity when you see fit.  Put on your full armor each day and go out there WITH God and do the right thing. 

And Five, I believe George has a very new vantage point that we don’t have down here.  I believe he now sees in FULL COLOR.  And every one of those colors is brilliantly beautiful.  He sees in color, colors we haven’t even seen down here on earth yet.  And I think he sees ONE race, the human race.  And I believe he now only sees two types of people left down on earth.  Those going to heaven and those going to hell.  I believe George is crying out REPENT because he wants no one, no matter their amazingly stunning skin color, to go to hell.

So lets catch my brother, George Perry Floyd’s, perspective.  Yes, George, the man I never met is my brother.  As a fellow Christian we have the same father through Jesus and the share the same body according to 1 Corinthians 12.  Let’s fall to our knees, lets repent, and lets love each other for the beautifully woven tapestry of people that we are, and let us rise up a united army for Christ and not play into the enemy’s hands.  Lets obey Matthew 22:37-39 and Love the Lord our God with all our heart and love our neighbor as our self.

So no, this does not say everything.  It does not say most things, but it does say something.  I will continue to pray to know what my part is in all of this, and I ask that you do the same, and don't forget to be silent and listen for God to answer.  Friends and family of color, I love you, I might not always know what to do or say, but I can definitely be here to listen, pray and cry with you.  

Fire Tornado - Dream - 4/2017

Dream: April 2017

Setting:

Fire Tornado storms

Dream:

This was a very short yet intense dream.  In the dream we got a tornado alert and when my family and I looked outside we could see this huge tornado off in the distance.  But this was no ordinary tornado.  It was a fire tornado, a tornado created of both fire and fierce wind and destruction; and it was huge!  I've never seen anything like it in person or on television/movie before.  The width was breathtaking, and the height was overwhelming.  The spinning vortex of fire reached from ground to well above the clouds.   It was orange, red and yellow, and more powerful than the most powerful tornado to date.  Then, the tornado gave birth and spawned off a new fire tornado and sent it somewhere.  Then both of those gave birth and each spawned off new fire tornadoes and sent them off to a destination.  This birth cycle repeated every few hours until there were hundreds of them ravaging the lands.

My family and I were seeing this and were somehow safe, yet it was scary.  As dreams are not exactly like reality I knew what we were all thinking without any of us saying anything.  We were wondering where we could move or go to get away from this tornado phenomenon. 

After hearing our thoughts we were suddenly zoomed out and away from our current location until we were hovering over the United States and looking at it from outer space like a map.  We could see that these huge fire tornadoes were all over the US and hourly birthing new destructive forces.  I knew that there was nowhere to move or go to get away, but rather to press into the Lord.  Again, it was scary, but I was not 'afraid'.

Interpertation:

Church, we MUST press into the Lord.  Fire, storms, trials and tribulations will come.  The earth is crying out for the return of her creator. 

Obviously there is much more to the interpretation, but I feel led to simply put it out there and have each of us pray what this would mean in our own lives.

Military Base - Dream - 3/2018

I had this dream around March 2018

Title:  Home Military Base

Setting:  The setting was in a remote area of Texas.  The land was dry and dusty, but there was a nearby water source of a large lake.

Dream:  I, along with many fellow Christians, were stationed at our Christian Military base camp in Texas.  Many of our church leaders were there, along with our families and other Christians.  This was a very large place that was chosen to train and prepare for the enemies attack while staying hidden in an unlikely dry and dusty area.  The buildings and houses all looked abandoned from the outside, and we kept it that way on purpose.  Everyone was dressed in fatigues or camouflage of some kind.  I was in my camo skirt and top with my combat boots on.

The enemy’s camp was the islands of Hawaii.  Beautiful and lush with all the extravagant amenities anyone could want or desire, except that it was run by Satan and his fallen kingdom.

I was outside beginning my duties when someone ran up to me yelling that a POW had been recovered and insisted on speaking with me (I was a high ranking leader in our military).  This POW, Nicholas, was badly injured, but refused medical attention until he spoke with me.  I had him brought to the infirmary and met him there.  He informed me that the enemy was coming.  They had discovered our location and was going to strike in 3 days.

After giving me the information he promptly passed out.

I left him and ran outside to the various leaders that were conducting drills and told them what was learned.  3 days was not much time.  They gathered their groups to try to get people moving, but chaos broke out among the ranks. 

I pulled the leaders aside and we quickly came up with a plan then broke everyone else into their platoons and gave them orders.  Once orders were given the chaos was removed and everyone knew what their specific task was.  They went about it diligently. 

I re-entered the main bunkhouse/family house and began throwing furniture over and making it look old and abandoned.  My mom cam running up to me protecting something covered in her hands.  She said, "I have baked the pie.  Here it is."  and she handed me a whole cherry pie.  This pie was extremely important and it was a treasure. 

I took the pie, put it in a basket and hid it in the top of a cabinet with a bunch of trash and bottles in front of it.  I said to her, "We can not let the enemy devour this treasure."  She had completed her job and was allowed to go help others.

I ran outside again and noticed that there were a lot of people on the large dinner cruise sized boat on the lake that were not broken into ranks and doing their job, so I ran out there to get them organized and moving.  Once on board I was able to clear the upper decks and get people moving to their appointed tasks.

When I moved to the lowest deck I saw that no one was paying attention, but rather they were listening to one particular man speak with them.  As I drew closer I immediately knew that something was wrong.  I did not know this man and he had everyone lulled into a contented nothingness.  I asked him what he was doing and he informed me that he was giving the people around him 'another way'.  As a leader, I commanded him to leave and for everyone to go to their stations.  No one moved, but several people stood up to watch what would happen.  Apparently the outcome of what was about to take place was extremely important and would determine which 'way' these people followed and whom they would obey.

The man stood up, jeered at me with a menacing laugh of victory before even a fight had ensued.  He lunged at me to kill and defeat me.  He was going to tear our camp apart from the inside.  At this point I had wished I had time to put on my fatigues instead of my camouflage skirt (funny thing to think during a dream), but was glad that I had my combat boots on and my weapons holstered within reach. 

This man attacked, lunged and threw himself at me over and over again yet I was able to avoid his advances.  I was growing tired and strained, but KNEW that the only victory would be in killing this man.  So at his next advance toward me I picked up a chair and cracked it over his head.  He died instantly.

The people that had been standing around watching and entranced in this man's stories were suddenly snapped out of their stupor after his death and handed their lives over to the King of Kings and joined our army.

The dream ended, but I knew that we were going to win the war.

Interpretation:

Nicholas means VICTORY - he is the one that informed us of the enemy's attack.

Whole Pie: Total fulfillment

Cherry: Ultimate of new blessings

Fruit: Fruit of the Spirit

**So we could not allow the enemy to devour the treasure of the Total Fulfillment and Ultimate New Blessings brought out by the Fruit of the Spirit.  He could not be allowed to devour the work we had done in the Spirit.**

3-days: (we had 3 days warning until the attack) Three means Conform and Obey.  Days represents truth manifest; evil revealed.

**I feel this was a warning dream for us to not be infiltrated from the inside.  To keep watch, be vigilant and keep training.  We must protect the work of the Holy Spirit and not allow the enemy to devour it.  

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