Job 33:15-17
King James Version
15 In a dream, in a vision of the night,
when deep sleep falleth upon men,
in slumberings upon the bed;
16 Then he openeth the ears of men,
and sealeth their instruction,
17 That he may withdraw man from his purpose,
and hide pride from man.
That's how long I've been decoding my dreams.
Twenty-seven years now.
And all because I remembered that first heavy dream.
Wherein I saw a bloodied back.
Truly a frightening dream for one so troubled.
That year, in 1997, was my turbulent year.
My business in the big city was still doing fine.
If anything, I could have taken it to the next level.
Except there was great unrest in my heart.
A kind of void that cannot be filled.
A pain that can't seem to be named.
An inconsolable emptiness.
I had to turn away from society.
And everything I used to know.
I had to look to my wounds in private.
I left the big city, the big house, and moved to the suburbs.
I got a tiny townhouse, that looked like a "train".
It was one, long, continuous stream of at least 42 homes.
Connected by a common wall on each side.
That was a very healing time.
I got to live how I liked.
I got to live in peace, and quiet.
I got to know the neighbors my way.
We had pot luck dinners every so often.
Sharing whatever we had.
Having the time of our life.
In all sincerity, and simplicity.
And that's when the dreams began.
The heaviest of all was that "bloodied-back" dream.
That really woke up my spirit.
I knew I was going through a period of discontent.
Success in the world didn't make me happy anymore.
I literally shied, and hid from it.
I let go of my wonderful staff.
I let go of a world arts and crafts business.
I barely made it through a fashion show.
Only because I was deeply reluctant to join it.
Even as my creation surprisingly made it on television.
A hastily-concocted creation, using the stuff I had on hand.
With no real heart for it; just an obligation to do so.
The world was not about to let me go.
But I went anyway.
For sure, it wasn't about to make me go easy.
It made sure I'd have money troubles.
For the longest time.
I didn't care.
I was drowning, and I needed saving.
The world drowned me further.
I hid, and healed, in that tiny loft of a townhouse.
Hearing the soothing, everyday sounds from my curious neighbors.
For, I was a curiosity out there.
They knew a stranger when they saw one.
They puzzled at my front yard.
With the nine, flat, square stones in front.
Set in place, like a "tic-tac-toe".
Serving as "doormat" for me.
And the seemingly-forgotten tall weeds.
(They whispered, "A foreigner must live here.")
There was a large, green pot by the door, with some colorful flowers.
A metal mailbox by the side of the front door.
A gravel path, that served as additional sole "scraper".
A plastic shower curtain, with fishes on it.
Making me enjoy unheated showers, in a warm province.
An enclosed back yard where a papaya tree grew on its own.
And from which I was able to enjoy its fruits.
A quirky stray cat, with strange teeth, who gave birth by that tree.
With me accidentally witnessing how it gave birth.
Wherein it made a depression on the sand.
And gave a bloodless birth by itself.
As no human has done.
And then again, I could be wrong.
You see, I'm a designer.
That house bore all my favorite thoughts, pieces, and designs.
But I needed to live alone, and look into my heart.
I didn't know what my wounds were.
All I knew was the gaping hole in it.
Which greatly needed tending.
Now I know the meaning of that "bloodied-back" dream.
And it took 27 years to do so.
Only because SPIRIT led me to it today.
By bringing me to Scripture.
As befits a student of SPIRIT.
Leading me to the EXACT verse:
Isaiah 53:5
King James Version
5 But he was wounded for our transgressions,
he was bruised for our iniquities:
the chastisement of our peace was upon him;
and with his stripes we are healed.
Knowing that today, all the more I cannot accept the things of the world.
The pride, greed, vanity, covetousness, insensitivities, and abominations.
JESUS died for me.
As He died for you.
That He may save us from our sins.
And give us eternal life.
I continue with the work given me.
To write, warn, watch, wake people up, and worship.
As a decent warrior ought to do.
I cannot really be socializing, when many are perishing.
I must tell you of the Rapture.
Which the LORD JESUS alerted me to in 2020.
As I was just into my fourth month as born again.
Strangely, as the covid crisis began.
No event in our lives is ever wasted.
It always serves GOD's purpose.
He knows who are His.
He knows who will listen.
I hope you do.
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