September 2015

This is an account of the most interesting events in September 2015, through the 25th. I will post any relevant updates if anything noteworthy happens within the next five days.

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I woke up early on the morning of September 10. I read a few chapters of Job, prayed for a while, and then went back to bed. As I dozed off I got stuck between sleep and wakefulness for a time, more asleep than awake. I began hearing voices. Strait jacket, anyone? The voices sounded ‘present’ enough to be from people speaking in my apartment. There was one female voice and at least one male voice. I cannot say that they were having a conversation so much as they were speaking independently of one of one another, at the same time. Doesn’t matter, probably.

The voices weren’t necessarily threatening, but neither were they accountable. That alone made for a menacing feel. I fell into a dream in which I was walking through my kitchen, hearing the voices somewhere in my apartment. I stepped into the dining area and looked over toward the living area and the couch where I was actually sleeping at the time. There was no one in the room. Yet I could hear voices. Even in my near-sleep, my skin crawled with fear. I sleep-decided to say, “In the name of Jesus, STOP IT!” I said, either in the dream or with my real mouth (maybe both), “In the name of Jesus…” and then the text vision showed up again. Which means I had to be awake enough to be aware it was there. The words were scrolling left. The image was pretty dark, and I couldn’t read the words. I forgot about the voices for a moment.

Then the text vision vanished, as did the voices. I was awake enough to consider that it was the name of Jesus that precipitated the vision. Feeling somewhat manipulative, I whispered, “Jesus”, and the vision came back into view just briefly. As it vanished again, I remembered the words a woman had spoken to her church service in August 2014 (I first mentioned her message in this post). She believed Jesus had possibly spoken to her during the previous week’s church service:

My children, I am leading you into a wilderness. Do not fear! This wilderness is not like any you have been in before. When you are there do not compare it with those of the past. Only rejoice in the victories of the past. I equipped you then, I am equipping you now and I will equip you then. The harder the trial, the more of my presence is available to you. Seek me first before you allow fear to grip you. I will envelop you in My Spirit. Calling (sic) My Name immediately. Trust me completely. Now is the time to prepare for the faith it will take to endure the storm, the turmoil. Speak out My Word constantly. Get your eyes off of the comforts of the world and become more comfortable in My presence. I will guide you in the Way to go. My beloved bride, I am in the work of preparing, purifying and perfecting you for my coming.

Laying there on my couch, I was specifically remembering the admonition (on behalf of Jesus, presumably) to call on His name immediately. I had called on His name, and the text vision had appeared. Twice. Those were the simple facts. Correlation doesn’t imply causation, they taught me in Statistics. But it was still interesting.

I fell asleep in earnest, with no harassing voices to disturb me. I had a dream, from a first-person perspective. I was talking to a young man. He was taller than me, and he had dark wavy hair. I asked his name, and he mumbled a one-syllable name that started with J. “John?” I asked. “Jeff,” he clarified. He was obviously very insecure. I extended my hand to shake his, and he did same. I told him my name. His handshake was flaccid and sweaty. I said to him, “You are stronger than this, Jeff.” His face clouded up, and he almost broke into tears. I smiled, completely confident, and I said, “I’ll see you when we meet in real life.” I think he responded in the affirmative. END.

I have not met Jeff in real life. I don’t know why I was confident in the dream that I would meet Jeff in real life. I’ve never had a dream in which I planned to meet a dream stranger in real life. Maybe Jeff had the same dream that I did, from his own first-person perspective; and one day we’re going to meet and both remember the dream. I’ve heard of a couple of people at Upper Room having the same dream, but I don’t know the details.

Two nights later I had a related dream. In this second dream I was sitting in a large auditorium. The place was sparsely occupied, with people scattered around in the seats. There was an older couple whom I know in real life; but I couldn’t remember their exact identities after I woke up. They were seated in the audience, near the front of the auditorium. The man was facing forward, toward the stage, but he was speaking and addressing everyone in the room. He said something about how we were all getting some ability to speak to each other in dreams. I remembered the Jeff dream and figured the ability was already manifesting in people. END.

After I woke up I thought it was weird that I had remembered one dream from within another dream. A dweam wiffin a dweam, if you will. Perhaps people really are going to be able to communicate with each other in dreams. In anticipation of such a thing, I cannot help but to LOL at various control freaks who want to micromanage us all into abject servitude. Let us watch them do back bends trying to lock down a populace who can communicate outside standard space/time limitations.

Or maybe the dreams mean nothing at all. Time will tell.

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Here again is the possible prophetic oracle that I mentioned in the section above:

My children, I am leading you into a wilderness. Do not fear! This wilderness is not like any you have been in before. When you are there do not compare it with those of the past. Only rejoice in the victories of the past. I equipped you then, I am equipping you now and I will equip you then. The harder the trial, the more of my presence is available to you. Seek me first before you allow fear to grip you. I will envelop you in My Spirit. Calling (sic) My Name immediately. Trust me completely. Now is the time to prepare for the faith it will take to endure the storm, the turmoil. Speak out My Word constantly. Get your eyes off of the comforts of the world and become more comfortable in My presence. I will guide you in the Way to go. My beloved bride, I am in the work of preparing, purifying and perfecting you for my coming.

She said He said, “Get your eyes off of the comforts of the world and become more comfortable in My presence.” My last post was about similar counsel. I had forgotten when writing that one that her message had a distinct line dedicated to the same theme. Interesting.

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At various times over the past few years I’ve experienced hot spots in my skin that have seemed somehow related to my spiritual well-being. Here’s some background:

Initial appearance and Fall 2013, and Part 2.

The real story.

Fall 2014 and Spring 2015

I do not know what the hot spots are about; I just know that they show up and hang around until (usually) I (inadvertently) chase them away. Initial and sporadic HS appearances were in early 2009 and thereafter. They showed up gradually and with more deliberate intent in both Fall 2013 and 2014. I apparently short-circuited both of those appearances with rebellious activity. This past year, there have been a couple of flare-ups: one that vanished coincident with rebellion on my part, and the other that just seemed to go away of its own accord.

Due in large part to my demolition of the HS in both 2013 and 2014, I have spent 2015 becoming someone who, among other things, will be much less likely to repeat the indiscretions that cost the HS opportunities of the past two years. Consequently or coincidentally I’d started wondering by early September 2015 if there might be another intense, fourth quarter scheduled appearance of the HS this year.

Starting about a week ago, I began noticing a warm sensation in the fatty base of my right thumb. It was the same spot but on the opposite thumb that I’d felt the HS in December 2014. Like every other manifestation of this phenomenon, the heat began so gradually that I’d catch myself consciously noticing it a few seconds or minutes after I first subconsciously noticed it. I have no way to prove that. Trust me.

Finally, four days ago, the thing was blazing like a torch almost all day long. Coincidentally or not, I was working for much of that day on a letter to some people regarding a dream I’d had back in March. The letter explained the “dream as means of encouragement” thing that has happened a few times in the past couple of years; the fact that I’d had a dream which featured someone who was significant to them; and that I was relating the dream to them despite being uncertain whether that was the best thing to do. These are people whom I only know as distant acquaintances and haven’t seen in about thirty years. The dream implications are about at stark and enormous as could be for anyone. Weird deal. Potential catastrophe, potential miracle. That’s a story for another post, depending on how it develops.

That night I hit the sack and had trouble immediately falling asleep. As is often (less often, these days) the case when I’m tossing and griping about being awake, I eventually got around to thinking various carnal thoughts that should not have. Not for long, maybe a few seconds. My hand stopped being blatantly hot sometime that night. The next morning, it was back to being its usual cool self. There were, however, several times during that day when, upon my thinking of a couple of people, the spot in my hand would blaze up for a just a second. I didn’t notice any HS activity today.

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I had an intense few weeks last month and into this month where women came out of the woodwork to make themselves available. It was monstrously frustrating, as I am now not just celibate but also chaste (adjusts halo). That whole thing passed, only to be succeeded by a barrage of humiliations. Humiliations galore, as it were. Some were just minor challenges to my self; one in particular was about as immediately debilitating as can be to the male ego. Another is part of an ongoing saga in my life that is years old and has nearly ground me to spiritual dust and continues to endlessly grind.

Self-control is a good thing.  A little (or a lot) of humility never killed anyone. Thus concludes today’s lesson in the obvious.

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