I’ve talked about this dream before and even wrote about it in a few different blog posts I’ve done. I talk about it often because of all the dreams and nightmares I’ve ever had, this one really sunk into me hard. I remember the year it happened; 1986. I was just sixteen years old then and not really as awake of a person as I should have been as far as being spiritually enlightened, so to speak.
I did clue in that it was a prophetic message of some kind. That much I did figure out, but still had many questions surrounding. And I knew not one human being could figure it out, not even those who claim to be dream specialists.
The dream involved me being on a tall bridge, high above the ground (more like water) and it was connecting two sides of a city. For some reason, Vancouver, British Columbia felt like it was the city I was in. For me that’s weird in itself because I’ve never been there. And, after that dream I had, I have zero intention of going there.
In the dream I am on this bridge and it’s dark out. I fathomed it was evening, but there really wasn’t enough time to figure out if that was the case or not. The dream started immediately with a violent shake that felt like a mammoth earthquake. All I recall was hanging for dear life on that bridge as the world around me burst into absolute chaos.
I guess I must have closed my eyes while on this bridge because next thing I remember is seeing chaos and destruction on one side of this bridge and the exact same thing on the other. The only thing that remained unharmed was the bridge itself. However, laws of physics suggested based on the level of destruction that occurred and that the nightmare was far from over, the fires raging would sooner or later get to the bridge and I’d be done for.
So I wrestled with the decision to which side of this bridge should I run to. Do I go east or west? Neither option looked good as they both had so much chaos and destruction going on within them that staying on the bridge was actually safer at the time. However, there was an urgency to pick a side and just go for it.
Without putting any further thought into it and opting to save my life by any means necessary, I decide to make a run for it towards one of the sides. However, I do recall stopping just short of reaching the destination as the connection between the bridge I was standing on and the land I was going to run for broke was severed.
Looking back, running to the other side wasn’t an option either as the connection between the bridge and it was also broken.
Now, I do remember the bridge making movement, but it wasn’t as expected. The lands this bridge was in between were the ones that gave way, not the bridge itself. I finally figured this one out after years of thinking that bridge was a crossroads for me based on life decisions as to what I wanted from this particular world.
All this time I thought the bridge was telling me time was running out for me to make a choice between sides that had so much uncertainty to them. But recently I’ve come to realize this wasn’t the case at all. The bridge was my protection from those two sides of uncertainty. Remember, in the nightmare those sides were extremely unsafe. They were in states of chaos and everything was destroyed. There were cries of despair as lives were being decimated and it was clear survival from all that was just not humanly possible.
I’ve come to realize the bridge was Yeshua (Jesus Christ), hence why I felt so safe on it despite me being clueless to what was really going on. However, in this nightmare I did not trust Him enough to keep protecting me and I made the mistake of attempting to pick a side in some vain belief that it was the right thing to do.
As I look back, I recall the latter half of 2008 having me at a crossroads in life where I was reacquainting myself with Father by picking up the Holy Bible and do what I’ve never done before. Read it from cover to cover. It was already established even then I trusted no denominational church and no man-appointed priest. I also came across a name and face I recall seeing back in the mid 1980’s that had a profound effect on me. His name was Herbert R. Armstrong.
It was one of those late nights where I couldn’t sleep. So, I decide to watch TV and came across The World Tomorrow and it was hosted by him. It was the only episode I ever saw as I was fatigued and didn’t pay attention to the name of the show nor what hour it came on. I do remember looking for it again but never could find it. Until 2008. There was stuff he mentioned that really hit me hard and it was the best piece of ministry I ever knew. To this day it still is, aside from the bible itself.
What’s uncanny is all that he warned about in that particular episode actually happened. There’s still more yet to come. In 2008, when I got the name, the programming and the name Church of God, I did some searching. I tried to connect to the Worldwide Church of God, but they contradicted what Armstrong preached. So I searched again and found Restored Church of God. I then learned about Living Church of God and I started remembering the splinters even Armstrong mentioned. At first I wasn’t too wary because I was excited about certain veils being lifted I never saw through before. However, when I started to see certain attitudes and inconsistencies I pulled back.
It was if someone pulled me back. Again, it’s the bridge feeling. I felt like when I first read the bible I was on the bridge, searching for a side that seemed approachable enough despite it’s uncertainty. I had a taste and realized that side is not survivable in it’s current state. Too much chaos within the ranks and too many splinters that can fly out and take out my eyes and more.
It was even at a time where I favored Zionism, not realizing what it really meant. For me, I assumed the Zionists were the Jews of the Holy Bible that God rescued from Exodus. It did not sink in they could be the very counterfeits warned about. I already knew something was off about the Roman Cathoilc Church and their splintered denominations, but didn’t think too much about the splinters of Judaism.
Again, picking a side with too many uncertainties. That bridge felt like it jolted me away from fully committing to that side and thus sealing my fate in a manner that would have brought about my destruction.
I already knew the other side of the bridge was not an option. That side lied to me my whole life. Even with good intentions, the darkness that engulfs that side is so toxic that it keeps the victims clueless that they’re being systematically killed off.
The raging waters below I’ve come to learn is the symbol of the storm that’s erupting from the wars brewing from the two opposing sides. The bridge that is situated high above it had me in a position where I could see everything. However, my judgment was so clouded at the time that panic won out over faith. It was because of that I nearly ran to my death by failing to believe in the bridge of protection I was standing on. Those raging waters below is the fight between good and evil that dwells within each of us.
We each have choices to make. How often are we told to pick a side, or choose your fate? But, as I’ve taken it upon myself to read the bible the second time recently, I’ve learned there’s another choice we’re offered but this world doesn’t give that to you. Only Father does via Yeshua (Jesus).
It then hit me that it wasn’t about a choice what to do with my life as a member of this world, but what I choose to do with my life spiritually. It was about choosing life on this earth or life with Christ. Staying on that bridge, even knowing it will let go and plunge into the rough waters below, was choosing to believe in Christ instead of the world I was trapped in that kept me distracted.
Those two sides represented neverending quarrells that had resulted in their inevitable destruction. So distracted were they with their own pettiness they didn’t realize running to that bridge was their only way out of a fate that would otherwise have them burning forever in that eternal fire the bible talks about.
It’s not the first time I’ve had dreams of this nature, nor has it been the last, but it is the most profound that has really dug deep enough into my psyche where I can’t let it go. And I won’t let myself let it go even if I could. Something deep down tells me to remember that bridge and never make the attempt to step off it again.
I recently did a blog where I posted a bunch of personally created memes that were of great inspiration to me based on my own experiences as I try to live my life the best I can. So I’ve since developed a few more. I actually live by these words and thought there’s no harm in sharing them.
Fellowship is the key to building faith in whatever it is you believe in. For me, I make it no secret. I believe in God. Everybody has a name for him, but I prefer to simply call him Father as this is precisely how I see him. He is our creator and judge, which is precisely how a paternal father typically is with his own children.
If you are looking for a mother in this equation, the mother is the planet which we live on. Mothers are typically nurterers, which is what the earth does with us. For as long as we treat Mother well, she will continue to provide for us (along with Father) all that we need in an environment that’s healthy. However, mistreat mother to the point where she is no longer able to be there for us then we will pay the price for it. Again, it’s no different than a typical relationship between a mother and her child(ren).
The only true difference here is we’re dealing with something more than just the physical connection between parents and their children. We’re talking about something that extends far beyond that. It’s called spirit, or rather in this case, Holy Spirit. This is the glue that binds us all together and to our Father, and even to our Mother Earth. This is our one true lifeline that we each need every bit as much as clean air, clean water and edible food.
I firmly believe this. The more I find myself waking up to new realities and seeing bigger pictures, the more obvious it becomes. The Holy Spirit not only binds us to our Father and to each other, but to Jesus Christ. However you wish to call him, bottom line is he is the chosen Messiah and I have zero doubt of this. As much as people try to downplay his importance and go as far as comparing him to Horus and other so-called religious figures that they think have a similar background to him, they ultimately fail to grasp the full reality of who he really is and why he is so important.
I’m not going to waste my time picking apart Horus nor the others that folks deem worthy enough to share the same stage as Jesus. I couldn’t care less about them to be honest. I only care about Jesus. For me, Jesus is more than just our Messiah. He is the ultimate plug to that lifeline I call Holy Spirit. If you wish to keep the lifeline alive, you make the choice to plug into the word of God through Jesus Christ and refuse to let go.
So how do you do this? Well, for starters, there’s this fascinating little collection of books that is most commonly known as the Holy Bible. Pick it up and read it from cover to cover and so do with an open mind. Folks who boast the reason they’re atheist is because they did read the bible from cover to cover failed to do so with that open mind. Judgements were already in place before they even skimmed the first page.
And when you read the bible, don’t just do it once. Go at it a second run and attempt to read it through a different version. There are many English-based versions of the bible and it’s interesting when you read each version of it. Although the core is same, there are little bits here and there that put a different twist into it.
However, even as you believe in God, believe in the Holy Spirit, believe in Jesus Christ and even believe in the Holy Bible, this is not quite enough to elevate yourself from what I consider a sleepy Christian to a bonafied, born again, no holds barred, devout Christian. It’s even more than just going to a church with a congregation.
In all honesty, the routine of going to church on a regular basis is not enough to make you a devout Christian. If you’re going only because you feel obligated to go, or you’re going because this is how you cleanse yourself of all your sins, then you are a sleepy Christian that hasn’t quite woken up yet. Sleepwalkers are more than capable of walking from room to room, performing random deeds, and appear as if they know what they’re doing. However, come morning they’re clueless. Until they get past this phase, nothing changes and the routine keeps going in it’s uneventful circle.
Christians who are wide awake show no signs of sleepwalking, nor any form of slumber of any kind. These Christians are loud, proud and dedicated. These Christians also relish in fellowship, but not necessarily one that’s confined to a church environment. For them, the church is not some building built by man that serves as a gathering place for worshippers. For them, the true church lies within devout Christians who’ve figured out they are required to seek fellowship with other devout Christians who feel the same way in any manner possible. It has been established that one person does indeed make a difference. However, when you get a whole community that opts to make a difference, the power that comes with it is nothing short of amazing.
We are living a time where we can connect with each other at a worldwide level at the same time. The most obvious of this people know it as the Internet. And what a connection it is! Through the Internet, the opportunity for a level of fellowship among mankind, especially devout Christians, has never been as awesome as it is now. What I’m finding is that lost feeling I used to have in finding the “perfect church” or the “perfect group” to associate myself with to help me strengthen my faith in Father, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, the Holy Bible and even in myself is quickly fading now.
I’ve gone to different church places, seeking out who seems to be more on the ball than the others. Although I have found some very good ones that are indeed lively in some ways, I’ve discovered they’re not lively enough in matters where it truly counts. As great as it is to recite scripture and remind the people about the glory of God and the miracle of Jesus Christ, it’s rather disappointing when it doesn’t go further from there. At least not to the level I know it needs to go.
The people were warned of this since the beginning of time. The people were warned of different “ages” we’d go through.
As usual, people read the warnings but ignore them. It’s way too easy to fall asleep and we have certain powers in place that are determined to keep people asleep. The less aware the masses are, the less likely they are to oppose evil when it hits them in the face. And sadly, we live in a time now where evil is not just ignored, but embraced.
I see this and I find myself disgusted. Even before waking up as a devout Christian, as a sleepy Christian I saw and shook my head in disbelief. However, I really didn’t say too much about it because I figured my opinion doesn’t really matter. If this how society wants to go, then so be it. I’d just plod along and mind my own business. That’s what I was told to do, so figured this is what I’m supposed to do not just as a kid but as an adult.
However, somewhere along the way, I woke up and am not that sleepy Christian anymore. I’ve become loud, proud and devout! In all honesty, it’s not the first time I woke up, but this is the most profound experience of waking up I’ve ever had. I woke up the first time I think in 1986, but fell back to sleep. Then woke again 2008, but a certain level of arrogance didn’t have me as clear sighted as I thought so in a sense I was still somewhat asleep. 2014 was the year I really started coming out of it and I haven’t gone back since.
I realized where I went wrong in 1986 was I never sought fellowship of like-minded individuals to quench my thirst to learn more. In 2008, I did seek fellowship and it looked good, but early 2009 had me realize it was the wrong crowd to hang out with. Feeling disillusioned, I gave up on attempting to find fellowship of fellow Christians that don’t pretend to be devout, but truly are. From 2008 onward, I never swayed in my faith and devotion to Father, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. But, where I went wrong was not pursuing the hunger of knowing more with the level of devotion needed to be where I prefer to be.
Oddly enough, the whole time I struggled, I knew I needed to be with people who pretty much felt the same as I do, as well as people whom I felt were at least one or two steps ahead of me, as well as one or two steps behind me. This was how I perceived it at the time and I still feel this way today. For me, fellowship is at it’s best when you have people at various levels of similar interests come together by whatever means they have at their disposal.
What I relish most out of fellowships is different voices talking, different personalities merging and the awake becoming that much more enthused in knowing they’re not alone. We are alive! We are growing! We are thriving! We are unstoppable! We are Christian!
That’s what I get out of it. For me, finding people who know the difference between good and evil and opt to do good to the best of their ability is vital. It helps me grow and it prevents me from falling back to sleep.
One such person in particular I wanted to mention is somebody who goes by the name of Daryl Lawson. What I like about him is he’s candid as he talks. He does live shows, but isn’t arrogant about it. He’s passionate, which is what is needed in order to be a truly devout Christian that’s loud and proud. He does more than just talk the talk. He walks the walk, or rather runs the run in his case.
And yes, big surprise when you visit the link that he’s a Donald Trump supporter. If you don’t like Donald Trump, this won’t be the link for you. But then again, maybe it is so you get a solid wake up call if you truly want to be a devout Christian that bothers to pay attention and think twice about whose side you really want to be on. What kind of fellowship do you want? How strong in faith do you want to be?
I’ll tell you what kind of fellowship I want. I want a strong fellowship with fellow devout Christians so that we work together to spread the truth, even to those who don’t want to hear it. I want my faith to become so strong that it would make my Father look upon me with a smile and nod, saying “that’s my girl” as such a father would say about his daughter who just defeated her opponents in a championship match. I want Jesus Christ to know that I don’t just look at him as the Messiah. I look at him as the ultimate big brother who I look up to and turn to, not just because of need but because I love him with the same level of convictionas he would upon me.