The Quintessential Journey, Dream and Visitation
This is a dream that occurred during a very difficult time in my life, I had been recently diagnosed with chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia, and so for a time, I was focused on resting and healing and learning how to navigate around a new physical illness. It was during this time that I had a chance to also do some soul searching as to who I really was. Ultimately, it was a time of forced rest and shut down that God was able to use so that I could hear his voice in the stillness and inactivity of my condition
May 1995
I had had several dreams over a period of weeks leading up to what I call the grand finale. The dreams were remarkable in that they always picked up where they had left off previously. It was like a series so to speak.
The first dream was that I was living in a wooded area near the water, (lake) and I was rushing home to rescue my family because everything as far as I could see was on fire, trees, everything, it was erupting all around me.
My whole desire was to get my children and get them out of harm’s way. When I arrived at my small home, I urged my girls, (one ended up being my younger sister for some reason) to hurry so that we could get out of the fire area. I became very frustrated because no matter how much I tried to create a sense of urgency regarding our situation, they were messing around and not taking me seriously. The dream abruptly ended here.
The next dream was extremely impacting for me. I was standing at the beginning of a very long bridge and I knew instantly that something terrible had happened. The feeling of destruction and doom was all around me. I had to cross over the bridge to the other side and there was an unseen but much felt presence with me holding my hand. I could hear the male voice of the unseen hand urging me to move very quickly. The exact words were, “hurry, gotta go, gotta go now”. The unseen entity was literally pulling me across the deck of the bridge at a very fast pace. At one point, about half way across the bridge, I tried to stop and help an individual who was in a white car on the bridge. It was obvious to me that this person needed assistance. When I tried to stop, the hand and voice became more urgent and yelled,” no time, gotta go NOW” I was dragged across that bridge to the other end where the presence with me ran into a small brick building and closed the glass door behind us just as a black rain started to fall. In my heart, I knew that if I had been outside, I would have perished. During the ordeal on the bridge, I had felt comfortable and safe in trusting the person behind the unseen but very real hand.
The next dream came out more like two dreams without my having woken up. In the beginning of the dream, I was flying and trying to dodge hydro lines while doing so, there seemed to be a lot of chaos around me and I was trying to get somewhere, (or away) and I believe that this was the reason that I took to flying. (I had many dreams as a child where I could fly but always seemed to be doing so to get away from something that was causing me fear).
The scene in the dream changed in an instant, now I am standing on a small hill surrounded by fields and the sky around me is a brownish, orange colour. There are jets that fly over me and there is no doubt in my mind that something horrible has happened. I remember feeling a sense of sadness over the scene. Truthfully, I remember realizing at the time that a war or something like a war had broken out.
There was one more dream in the mix but since I am unable to articulate it into words at this time, have chosen to leave it out. Briefly, it had to do with weird flying machines that gave off a kaleidoscope of wild colours and my desire to be able to take a ride in one. There is so much more involved but, because I choose to write with integrity and honesty, trying to write it down at this point could lead to some errors or guessing on my part since I haven’t been able to coalesce the entire dream to memory, maybe never will.
Dream from Our Lord- Witnessing the defeat of Satan, the Grand Finale
This is the dream that changed everything. It was the last in the series so to speak and my world has never been the same since. (In a positive way). I retired for the night fairly early and just got to sleep when the dream started.
I was in a school sitting in my classroom at my desk when a young girl, (teenager), arrived at the classroom door and indicated that my help was required in the library. I followed the girl to the library where she pointed out a young teenage boy who needed my assistance. There was a boy sitting at a computer terminal all hunched over and looking unwell. I was at a loss as to what to do for him and as a result, found myself rubbing his back and shoulders to try to ease his distress. Literally, I didn’t know what else to do for him.
As I was doing this, I was able to look down the long isle of bookshelves that was in front of me and noticed a beautiful large black dog at the end of the isle staring at me. When I expressed my delight in seeing him, he started to bound up the isle to greet me. About half way towards me, the dog turned into a bear just like that. I can remember the surprise that I felt during that occurrence. Just before the bear got to me, it changed again, this time into a woman with black hair. I was instantly fearful. At this time, another lady came into the library and was doing her best to detain me. All I wanted to do was get away and fast, the sense that I was in danger permeated through me. I made my way to the library exit and literally got to the elevator with the doors closing when the lady tried to stop me. I had just narrowly missed escaping her clutches.
As I got out of the elevator on the floor where my classroom was, I was keenly aware of being alone. There was no one around and the place felt deserted. After a great deal of difficulty, I was able to locate my classroom and just like the rest of the floor, it too was deserted. I wandered over to my desk and there was a note on it with a cookie. The note read that the girl was sorry that she had taken things from me. I picked up the cookie and started eating it and recall being very surprised by the girls’ admission of stealing things from me. I was surprised because I couldn’t believe that she would do something like that.
After finishing the cookie, I walked out into the hallway and started looking for my locker. I had an extremely difficult time locating it and when I finally did, was not able to remember the combination to get the locker open. I was feeling total frustration at this point when suddenly the scene changed. The very next thing that happened was that I found myself lying in bed beside a very disgusting large and fat white slug like creature. (It was the size of a person and reeked of evil intention). It was slowly nibbling at me as if to devour me one bite at a time. I knew instantly that I was dreaming and if I didn’t wake up immediately, the slug like disgusting thing would slowly devour me completely.
I literally woke up in a panic and raced across the room to throw the lights on. The first part of the dream ended here.
Intermission
Have you ever had the experience of knowing beyond knowing something, and knowing it to be accurate? After I woke up from the dream, I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that if I were to try and go back to sleep that I would immediately be back in the dream. I was not gonna have anything to do with that so instead got up and dragged my word processor back to my bed and proceeded to write the dream out in its entirety. I felt extremely compelled to do this. At some point, I had finished writing and had to make a decision as to whether to stay up for the rest of the night or try to go back to sleep. I decided on going to sleep but with one modification. Before I slept, I prayed to God to protect me from the evil of my dream and shield me from going back into it. I felt very much protected when I drifted off to sleep because I totally believed that God had my back.
No sooner had I drifted off and bam, I was right back into the dream. I distinctly remember saying, “Ok, I guess I’m meant to be here right? This time however, I was in the basement of the school, it was a semi-dark and dreary place, you know, kind of when you can feel the dampness and darkness and the grey feeling of it all.
As I was standing there in the basement, I noticed a weird mass lying on the floor several feet in front of me. As I approached it, I knew instantly that it was what was left of a young 5 year old girl. It was beyond heartbreaking. The girl lay in a bloody mashed potato kind of jello like mess on the floor. (Sorry, that is the best description I can come up with for what I saw). My heart was literally ripping out of my chest in my grief for the little girl’s condition. Sadly, I was no more able to know what to do for her than I had been for the boy in the library.
In my desperation, I looked up and yelled, “What do I do?” The voice that answered was immediate. “Sing the Lord’s Prayer”. My response was, “Of course”, I knew that already.
I started to sing the Lord’s prayer and went to the bloody Jello like mashed potato mess on the floor and worked to pick it up and cradle it close to my chest. When I had finally managed to do so, I could start to feel the little girl begin to heal and start to take the form of a human again. This was so empowering that the Lord’s Prayer grew deeper within me and started to take on a life of its own. The child was healing and the Lord’s Prayer was not something that I was just singing anymore but was becoming one with my entire being. It was like it was filling up every cell within my body and soul.
Just about the time the little blond haired girl was almost healed, a man appeared in front of me. I knew him instantly to be Satan. With total resolve, I knew that there was no way that I was going to let him interfere with what was occurring. I turned around with the little girl still in my arms and raced for the exit out of the school. By the time I got out and at the top of the steps, the little girl was totally healed and I put her down and raced down the school steps across the street and literally flew up to the roof top of the building across from the school. There were two teenage boys who also needed healing. I raced to them and wrapped my arms around them. The Lord’s prayer and I were one at this point. There was no distinguishing where one stopped and the other started. The boys were healed almost instantly.
After this, I flew off of the roof of the building and ran back towards the side of the school were two teenage boys were sitting in a white car. I jumped in the back passenger seat behind the driver and wrapped my arms around the boy. Just as I did this, Satan appeared at the front passenger side window and ordered me to follow him. I knew that I had to deal with him. Don’t know how I knew, but just did.
Satan had walked back up the steps to the school entrance and stopped at the top step to wait for me. I stopped at the step one below him as he held a dagger up high above his head in his right hand. I knew that he planned to kill me with the dagger. All this time, I had continued to be one with the Lord’s prayer and was still singing it. I was somewhat concerned that Satan meant to kill me but suddenly came to the realization that he could kill me all he wanted but that he would still lose because I would die with the Lord’s prayer still on my lips. In the same instant that I came to this realization, Satan realized it too and I could see the defeat on his face. What a powerful knowing, can still feel it to this day as it was in that moment.
In an instant, everything faded and I was now floating/flying above the sidewalk opposite the side of the school. It must have been around dusk because the street lights were on. For the first time in my life, I experienced the ability to fly as a reward. I was very peaceful and didn’t have a care in the world. I flew across the street to the bottom floor of the school which had windows like storefronts but were all vacant. As I peacefully floated along gazing into the storefront windows, there was one that had lottery and bingo tickets pasted on a board. I heard a voice say that these are no longer for you. I answered “ok”. There was something else happening at the same time. I was being educated. It was not the kind of education you get in our schools but more like an education of the spirit or soul. I cannot recall anything that I was being taught, only that I was.
At this point, I woke up. Oh, I so wanted to go back into the dream and keep flying and being taught. Since I couldn’t get back into the dream, I got up and wrote the entire second part of the dream on my word processor. At that time, I deduced from the dream that when I listened to God everything would be ok. I also knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the flying at the end had been a reward from God for my obedience.
To this day, every detail of that dream remains as alive in me as it did that night.
Summer of 1996 or 1997
I worked on the road throughout the year for an entertainment company and being that my schedule was so busy, it was not often that I actually had time to sit down and write thoughts and inspirations as they would come to me. I got into the habit of having a cassette player with me at all times. During one of those times, while I was driving with my travelling companion to another location, (I had turned the recorder on at the start of our drive) I uttered out of nowhere that I had to start storing food in preparation. This comment did not relate to anything that we had been talking about at the time. I was surprised that I had spoken those words. They had literally come out of nowhere and my mind had not planned to say them prior to uttering them.
November 21, 1997
On this evening, I was sitting at a road stop pull-out at Lake Manawaka in the Banff National Park. I led a hectic life (again), and was so busy most days that life had become a blur of activity. I was there that night for a very specific reason. My dearest friend’s birthday was that day and since I couldn’t be present, I had informed him that I would raise a toast to him at 8pm with a butter tart to wish him a happy birthday.
I did this and was sitting back in a mellow state not thinking about anything, just zoned out without a thought in the world when a male voice ( I heard it in my ears as well as my entire being) said, “Don’t worry, you are not meant to go but stay behind as an ambassador, mediator and healer”. (Exact Words)
I knew instantly what the voice was referring to and felt an immediate sense of relief.
As a bit of background, I am and have been a prolific reader for most of my life. Prior to being told to read the bible when I was 26 years old, I had never jumped ahead once to see what the ending was. That is until I decided to read the bible. The first book I ever read was revelations. When I had finished that book, I was devastated. I couldn’t ever imagine ever being worthy enough for Jesus to want to take me home with him at the end. I had made every mistake possible against God in my mind and couldn’t see how I would ever be counted worthy enough to go home to him. I remember feeling that if I had read it sooner than things might have been different. I told my friend about it and she suggested that I go back and start reading at Matthew. I can remember the fire that was within me for God’s word and how I devoured the New Testament like food but still had the nagging feeling that I had screwed things up when it came time for the rapture. I had so many people of faith try to convince me over the years that I was in error but the feeling always stuck with me.
Somehow, not only did I know that the voice was referring to this but that I also knew (had always known), deep inside of my being that I was supposed to stay......don’t know how I knew, just did. That was why I felt such total relief that night. I felt for the first time in my life that my true purpose and meaning for life was finally laid out before me. As I sat there basking in the feeling, I started to feel a pressure upon me. I looked up and said “you need an answer don’t you”. I realized that I had to declare a decision to accept or reject what was being offered to me. I am often in the habit of saying yes to everything everyone asks of me but for the first time, I realized that I was to give the offer a great deal of consideration, and I did. Finally, I looked up again and stated. I accept, but, you had better plan on showing me how to get there because I haven’t got a clue how to get there myself.
These three instances each occurring at different times and under different circumstances have changed the course of my life and my walk with God permanently. Although, I always knew that I loved the Lord, my walk couldn’t have been further from him during these amazing and life altering times. And this was to be just the starting point in this amazing journey in preparation to become a warrior for God in every sense of the word. At the very least, it was to be the next chapter in my walk with the Lord.
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