I make it no secret these days I believe in Father (God), Jesus Christ (Yeshua) and the Holy Spirit. However, not in the same manner as I believe most people do.
Father (God) is our creator. Jesus Christ is the gift he bestowed upon mankind as his begotten son as Messiah/Savior. The Holy Spirit is the “glue” that binds us all and the strength of that glue depends on each person as they go about their daily lives. The more righteous a person chooses to live, the stronger that glue becomes. However, spend a lifetime of neglect and destructive ways of living and the material is so badly compromised that unless there is genuine attempt to save it, it becomes utterly destroyed.
We, the material, rely on the creativity of Father/God to make us what we are. We, the material, rely on Jesus/Yeshua to continue using Holy Spirit (glue) on us to turn us from boring cardboard cutouts into brilliant temples that are designed to not only stand the test of time, but house ourselves with as much faith as we can in order to glorify it.
Also, we the material, must realize the difference between relying on various religious cults and relying on God’s Word. Failure to do this weakens the effectiveness the Holy Spirit’s glue has on us and makes it harder for Jesus Christ to work with us to keep the temple strong, faithful and glorified.
This is why, despite following Father & Jesus that I will never follow a religious cult of any kind. I am of Christian faith, yes, but I will not hook up with the “mother and daughters” we’ve been warned about in the Holy Bible. And neither should any of you.
Why? Because those are counterfeit artists who try to come across as their own version of prophetic messiahs and not one of them has the integrity level as Jesus himself. When they work with us, the material, they don’t use the Holy Spirit’s glue to design us. They use cheap duct tape, thinking it’ll do the job to build strong temples. What they don’t realize is over time duct tape frays and weakens. Eventually, they can no longer hold together the temple, even if the material still seems to be in relatively good condition. Also, duct tape cannot glorify a temple in splendor. If anything, all duct tape does is diminish what could have otherwise been a faithfully brilliant sculpture of wonderous achievement.
When you look at everything on earth as an art gallery and have the glue of the Holy Spirit firmly keeping you as the material together as an indestructable temple, you can easily see the flaws of the duct tape copycats who try to compete for some kind of glorification of their existence. However, the type of glory they receive is short-term at best as they have the captive audience that turn fickle in a hurry. People get bored too easily, especially once they see the flaws of whatever temple wowed them for the time being become harder to ignore. Only the blind will fail to acknowledge the flaws and stay put while the rest will turn their attention to something else.
By instinct, people are drawn to theatrics, which is something Satan, the mothers and daughters of copycats and their false prophets use to keep them distracted. It is they that have mastered the art of using duct tape to completely wrap each temple (person) they get their hands on. They do this for two reasons. The first is to have a person fooled into thinking they become strong with false teachings, even as going far as wrapping duct tape around their eyes so they don’t see through the veils of deceit for what it is.
The second is to have each person bound so that even if they see through the veils of deceit, they have their work cut out for them to break through the duct tape. They have to find a way to speed up their fight for freedom as the copycat artists continue to roll layer upon layer of duct tape upon them. It becomes a race for each temple to not get so weighed down by all that duct tape that they ultimately collapse into a lifeless heap of rubble.
As for the glue of the Holy Spirit, one which was created by Father/God and utilized by Jesus Christ and all those who believe in him, this creates a truly indestructible temple. Using nothing but vigilant faith and truth, these temples learn how to absorb the glue in such a manner so that they are not bogged down into nothingness. Instead, the weight they take on strengthens them to the point where if copycat artists attempt to use duct tape on them it will be in vain.
Through my own personal observation, as I can feel myself become stronger as a temple who is completely loyal to Jesus Christ and to our Father, I often find myself bombarded by copycats who insist to throw duct tape on me. It’s quite the battle to keep that duct tape off, but it’s one I must fight daily in order to stay strong. It’s something each of us has to do if we expect to be properly glorified as God’s material of creation.
When the Grand Opening of God’s Kingdom opens those doors, I want as many of us fine sculptures to be part of that experience. It’s a no duct tape zone, so make sure you keep those who want to throw that on you as far away from yourself as you can.
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.