Several things seem worthy to be recorded:
Yesterday during our Saturday meeting time, while sharing with others about the “turn” I am making in my life, I asked them to pray for me, and John saw several visions during the prayer time.
While Brother B. prayed for me to be a tree that is able to endure all seasons of life, Brother John saw me as being a massive redwood tree. I was reminded of our plan to see the redwoods around March of this year, which we had been discussing for quite some time but had almost forgotten about it. Brother B. then shared that he was even thinking about redwoods while praying for me. And he had just gotten the Spring break time off, so we could go on the last day of March. Now as I am writing this, we have already booked a room to see the Humboldt Redwoods National Park, which is really interesting. I am thankful that the Lord satisfies my desires in such wonderful ways.
The second vision that Brother John saw was a branch planted in a burnt and lifeless land. Things appeared to be colorless. A blue bird came down from heaven and rested on it, and then the branch came back to life. In our discussion time, I had shared with them some scriptures of the branch in relationship to the rebuilding of the temple. Zechariah 3-4, Isaiah 4, and Isaiah 11 all discuss how the Lord will transfer the glory of Lebanon to his people- it’s pattern and process, etc.
In the third one, was while I shared with them some of my struggles in this particular juncture of my life, Brother John saw me as a butterfly struggling to get out of a cocoon. He also shared this point: It is necessary for the butterfly to go through great pain to break out of the cocoon. God designed this to benefit the butterfly, not to harm it. Only through such struggles is the strength of the butterfly perfected to accommodate the new form of it’s life ahead. I have to admit, I have lost sight of this in my own time of struggle. This vision, however, is quite revealing. I asked Brother B. to revisit one of his dreams about the man-child being snatched up.
Now, I know that the flood from the Devil in Revelation 12 (which is a dog-like beast in his dream), would be a spirit of accusation, or The Accuser himself. It is quite illuminating to witness how many so-called spiritual people would readily speak death to others, rather than life.
Pride is an issue there, but more needs to be recognized. One might have forgotten to seek in purity and truth, according to the ways and the heart of God. The heart of Cain is a very sad and miserable spirit. Jesus compared it to “dogs.”
As I was wondering last night about what the cocoon represents for me in this particular time of my life, I received a very interesting dream. I think it is quite relevant. I had several dreams but I do not remember them all. I do remember that they were all speaking of the work of the Lord that is being wrought in my life presently. Will need more time for things to be sorted out.
In one of them, I believe I saw the same shuttle (train) in which we were taken to the headquarters of God. This time, however, it was sent down to deliver me and others unto the earth. Very interesting.
Dream: Come out the womb of a woman as a man
This dream has two parts, continued as one and the same dream.
In the first part, there was a woman who seemed to enjoy the right as a parental figure for me. Out of ignorance, or fear, she compelled me to come into her womb and tried to carry me around like an unborn baby. It somehow was allowed. All in the family knew that it was not a rightful thing for her to do, but she was very adamant in insisting her right to do so, and suggested to everyone in my family that this had be to done. I don’t know why, but it seemed that because she enjoyed a unique role in the family, I was given to accommodate her ways. Strangely I never raised a protest, ready to do whatever was best for the family.
However, being a grown man, it was so strange to experience being in a womb, which is supposed to be the place for a baby. In the midst of this, my father was absent and so were my two older brothers. Only my sister was left in the family to be with me, but she wasn’t strong enough to resist the woman’s will.
As I was being carried, the woman began to walk around with a very terrible character, an evil man. They were shameless and careless to be seen as a couple. The two of them began to try to run the affairs of my family. As I was wondering what was going on, it was revealed to me that the woman was supposed to the wife, or a concubine, of my father. But because my father was absent for a long time, she became unfaithful. She involved herself with this evil man who had been advising her with terrible counsel.
One such input was to deprive me of my right to be the rightful heir of the household. Strangely, because somehow it was decided that my life was not to be touched, they devised this scheme to ignore my age and right, pretending to be my mother and demanding me to be carried in her womb. This way, I was not able to take care of my family affairs.
So with this terrible thing going on, the dream was cut short and I continued to sleep…
Then, a hour or two later, the dream was picked up. This time, I saw as if in a vision, while sensing of the absurdity of being carried in her womb, the woman and the evil man walked to the door of our house, where my sister had been staying. It seemed that they had been wandering around somewhere else, carrying me in her womb, but that they had finally decided to take charge of the household now.
I found that my sister was not able to resist them, and the uncomfortable feelings of being in a place that I did not belong became more and more intense. I began to struggle to get out of her body. The moment they came to meet my sister in the living room of the house, I broke out.
It was a terrible scene. When I came out her, half of her body suddenly disappeared. It was as if from her womb down was taken away. She laid on the ground and was totally paralyzed, left there struggling to stand up, but not in pain. But she could not stand, as now she had no legs at all. It put all of us in surprise and the three of us were standing there, watching her creeping on the ground. She turned to the man, crying for help. But the man was terrified as well. He knew that there was nothing he could do, and he was in a place where he had no right to be.
As I was watching this unfold, my mind was wondering… “Evidently I had already grown up as a man and was not born of this woman… where then was I born from originally and what is this woman to me, whom I used to treat as my mother? Evidently she is not my biological mother, and then- where is my real mother?”
Suddenly, I saw a vision of my mother. She was very old, not in age, but of the ancient times. She appeared to be a middle-eastern woman of about 50-60 years old, dressed in a robe. However, she had passed away long time ago. The woman on the ground was a late-comer, given a trust to help my sister and I to take care of the household. We were supposed to honor her and respect her as our second-mother. But she had obviously failed her role and duty.
Now as I looked at my sister, the two of us were full of pity for her, but knowing that we had to assume the rightful places to take charge of the household, we cast the man out of our midst.
Interesting to revisit a detail: the woman had never had her own child.
As I was pondering on the meaning of this dream, the Lord revealed to me that my two brothers are Adam and Jesus. My sister is actually my future “wife” or the Bride, as I was acting in representation of the man-child in Revelation 12. The woman is the false Christianity that has been practiced until this time.
In this there seems to be a great mystery: the woman who gives birth to the man-child will have to repent, be healed and be cleansed. I will have to ask more wisdom about what it means that the desolate woman will get married to her sons. (I made mention of this in one of my writings, “A New Day Has Come.”)
Just to take note of this: This morning, I ran into the story of Rebekah in a dictionary, which mentioned that Isaac was 40 years old when he married Rebekah. How strange, as I am turning 40 this year.
Notes (03.27.2011) In the afternoon, Brother B. reminded me that the butterfly Brother John saw is actually Monarch butterfly, a kind that would take 3-4 generations to migrate in North America from south from north, or vice versa.