After not have a dream in quite a long time, I had one 11/8/12.
Running on Highway With A Japanese Kind of Sword
I was sitting in a small dark room and there was a small wooden table in front of me. Sitting at the table with me was my sister and I was talking about some things from the past. As the conversation progressed, I began talking about how a friend of mine from the past had been falsely accused. There was a lie that had been told against this person. This friend of mine was assassinated by being cut in half. Even as I described this, It was emotional and I became enflamed and impassioned by this accusation and following death. I then stood up and set out of the room and as I did, I had taken up a sword like a long thin samurai type sword. I then began to run with the sword straight out in front of me.
The scene then changed and I was running on a one-way highway with a number of lanes. This highway was not on the ground, it was up in the air like an overpass. It was quite high up. As I was running, I was full of passion and zeal with the sword out in front of me. Though I was not in a vehicle, I was running as fast as a car could travel and there were other cars on the highway and I was running and changing lanes passing them up.
As I continued to run, I heard the voice of someone speaking below. I recognized it as the voice of a pastor of a large and popular church in Austin. He was speaking about the birth of his daughter and the people listening enjoyed that very much. I was still moving along the highway, but I came over to the edge to look over. Below me, I could see the congregation sitting in what was like an amphitheater that came down to a body of water. I could see the people, but I could not directly see the face of the pastor. Even so, I knew that his podium was out in the water. The amphitheater was on a sort of “capitol hill”, a large open area with a building at the top of the hill. The amphitheater was set on this hill as it descended to the water. I did not see or look directly at the building but I knew what it was. The building was a mixture of a capitol building and a church building.
Picking Up from Water A Chinese Kind of Sword
The scene changed again and I was now in the water and trying to make my way to the “grounds” that I had seen from above. When I came into the water, the sword that I had been carrying changed. It was now a different sword, a very heavy bladed strong sword that had four blunt blades instead of two. It had a golden hilt as well. In the water, the sword was so heavy that I could not keep it in my hands. It was not slipping out, it was just so heavy that even when I tried to hold it across both arms, I could not keep it up in the water. Things are supposed to weigh less in the water, so this was extremely heavy. When I first came into the water, I did not want to drop the sword because of the depth of the water and have it lost, so I was pushing constantly towards the shore to shallower water. I made it to some shallow water but still could not keep the sword up. The sword fell to the bottom and I picked it up again still moving towards the shore. At one point, some other friends that I knew came and were trying to help me get it to the shore. Finally we made it to the shore.
The Sword being Taken and Tested
The scene changed again and I was still holding the sword even though it took all my strength to do so. We were now walking in to this building that was at the top of the hill. The people that had been trying to help me had gone in to the building before me. As I was walking in and holding the sword, I thought to myself, “who could possible wield this sword? It is far too heavy. I can hardly hold it with all my strength. How could someone hold it by the hilt and wield it as a weapon?” The thought seemed impossible to me. I continued into the building through a sort of hallway entrance and to my right was a large, tall window. I could see through the window and into another widow that was a part of an adjacent room in the building. As I looked into this other room, I saw a throne and there was a “being” sitting on the throne. It was not “alive” but rather like a statue. It had some human appearance as it had a body, arms legs, etc. However, it was like a skeleton and deathly looking. It seemed to be female in gender and was very evil looking. Not far (7-10 feet) from the throne, was a very large beast standing with a large blunt weapon in its hands. (this beast would be best described as something similar to the “cave troll” in Lord of the Rings). It too was not “alive” but like a statue. As I watched through the window, I saw that someone had the sword I had been carrying and set it in the lap of this evil being sitting on the throne. When the sword was placed there, this being “animated” or came to life and took hold of the sword and held it up with two hands holding both the hilt and the blade. It held the sword in front and above its head and was now facing the beast standing nearby. Now the beast came to life and immediately walked toward the sword and raised its weapon to give it a mighty blow. It was as if they were going to test the strength and power of the sword. As the weapon of the beast came down upon the sword, it was utterly shattered by the power of the sword (the beast’s weapon was not even able to touch the blade before shattering). When the weapon was shattered, the beast stepped back to its original place and turned lifeless again. The being that had held the sword sat back down in the throne and became lifeless, yet still holding the sword in its lap.
Taking Back My Sword
I had now begun to walk around the corner and into this throne room. As I was walking through the hallway, I was thinking that I wanted the sword back and I was going to take it. Suddenly, within my mind, I began to have heavy thoughts of accusation and inadequacy assaulted me. Accusations like, “you are worthy to take up that sword”, “you are not even able to take up that sword”, “who do you think you are?”. For only an instant, I thought to myself, “That is right, I can’t do this.” Even so, I instantly overcame that thought and said, “I don’t care, I am going to take the sword anyway.” So I went into the throne room determined to take the sword back. First, I picked up the blade of the sword and then I reached down to take up the hilt, which was still in the grasp of the being that sat on the throne. As I grabbed hold of the hilt, the being came to life again and began to struggle against me and told me that I could not take it. This only inflamed me because I knew the sword belonged to me. I wrenched the hilt from its grasp, put the blade and the hilt together and the thrust it into the air and made a loud declaration (the sword was no longer heavy to me at all). There was nothing that the evil being could do any longer and from this point on in the dream, it was as if they simply went away.
Being the Sword
I then turned my back to that throne and saw that there was a group of people sitting in chairs in front of me. At this point, it was as if the sword and I had become one and I was full of the passion and power of the Holy Spirit. I began to speak and minister to them in the mighty power of the Spirit of the Living God. There was a great measure of truth and conviction. I spoke to the people as a whole as well as to each one individually and as I made my way down this row of people from left to right, I saw a woman who I knew was having a difficult time with what I had been sharing and in particular when I began to prophesy to her. I knew, as I spoke to her, that there had been someone else from a former generation of ministers who had spoke this same word to her about her life but this word had no power in her life. Because of that, there was distrust and hidden pain in this woman because of that word and the lack of change in her. She began to shrink away from me, but I walked towards her and as I did, I saw that she had a name-tag on and her name was Melissa. I then began to speak directly to her and I told her boldly that I was not just trying to simply offer her a “prophetic word”, rather that I wanted her to know that her reception of this truth and reality would be followed by the blessing and the love of God which is far more important that the “word” itself. In fact this had nothing to do with the “word” but with the desire and purpose of God in her life.
The dream ended and I woke up.
This dream has some very powerful spiritual implications my life personally and to the Called-Out Ones as well. I would like to focus on the breaking of the power of that great principality: the spirit of religion, deception and accusation. It is evident in the dream that there has been an inseparable mixture between the wisdom and powers of the world and the modern day church (which has taken place over the last age), even in what would seem to be a good expression of it (the church on the side of the hill). I say inseparable because the system will have to be utterly destroyed and the “new, heavenly temple” built in order for restoration. Those who are under the “spell” of the powerful being on the throne are not even aware of it and are quite happy to continue on their way in the wisdom of men (which has been disguised and presented as the wisdom of God). They literally do not know what power they are ruled by. Even so, God is and has risen up (through discipline, suffering and obedience) a generation destined to not only wield the power of His WORD (sword, the Gospel of the Kingdom), but also to destroy this ruling power and dominion of the enemy. Many will be convicted and transformed by the WORD and there will also be those who need the ministry of healing (spiritual, true healing) in order to receive the blessing.