The Political Jesus

The Political Jesus

3/17/13

I find it amusing that when political figures are questioned about religion that they always turn towards Jesus as one who would support their ideas about human laws and other human ideas about how things should be set in place for people around the world.  I hear Presidents, Prime Ministers, and many other world leaders compare their beliefs to God and Jesus on a routine basis while they are trying to “relate” to their constituents.  However, when what they do not realize is that when they politicize Jesus for their own potential political gain they are violating the very concept that Jesus did not accept as His own.  Not at any time did Jesus portray Himself as an earthly political figure, His politics stood within the heart of the people in a spiritual manner in order for them to change their worldly hearts and to return to God the Father through relationship, not by political stature.

I am reminded of a time when I was in a McDonalds Restaurant here in the town that I live.  It was at lunchtime and the place was crowded as usual.  I really do not like McDonalds but every once-in-a-while you have to make a sacrifice and listen to where your children want to eat, which provides the setting for this part of the article.  I was with part of my family and we had just sat down to eat.  I had finished praying over the food and had distributed the food to the kids when I looked up and saw a shorter man who was walking on the sidewalk outside the restaurant towards the back entrance.  I could tell he had not had a bath in some time and that he was not very wealthy at all just by the clothes, or lack of them, that he was sporting.  He had a full beard which was groomed but not fully in shape as a full beard should be.  His skin was olive color or very dirty and he presented with no abnormalities to his physical gait.

I watched him as he approached the back door and then reached for the door just as a lady and a child was coming out of the building.  He opened the door and stood to the side while the lady and child passed by him.  Neither of them looked in his direction nor did they even acknowledge for holding the door open while they exited.  From the look on his face he did not seem to mind at all and then once the path was clear he then began to enter into the building.  He came around the back doors and entered into the lobby. 

The man walked about twenty steps into the dining area and stopped.  It was evident that he was not trying to make a scene but I could tell that he had something to say.  With perfect grammar he then blurted out in a firm voice that we all need to repent for Christ is returning soon.  With those words spoken he quietly turned around and walked back out the same doors that he came in from. 

I continued to watch him as he left the building and walked back down the same sidewalk that he had used to enter the restaurant.  He was not mumbling to himself or making any odd or obscene gestures he was just simply walking down the same path that he used.  He nodded an acknowledgement to another person as he passed by her and then continued on his way towards the highway.  I turned back around and began to think that his face looked familiar in some way.  I could not figure out who it was but I knew my mind would continue to “work on it” until the answer came.

The answer came in a few short minutes and the familiar face that I thought I saw was that of Keith Green.  Keith Green was a wonderful singer and songwriter back when he was alive and I still to this day claim his music as my all time favorite.  I loved the messages that he placed into his music and how much he wanted everyone to hear the gospel of Christ.  His sense of humor was portrayed in his lyrics yet it had a spirited meaning that accompanied the comedy which told of God’s love for humans.  Keith always went right to the point in his music and was known for not compromising God’s message by soothing ears that needed to hear and to understand the truth.  This man’s point was very clear, one statement and he was gone.  No politicizing his ideas nor did he wish to push things onto people.  He said what he had to say and then left.  His interaction with the crowd was short and basically uneventful, but his words hushed the crowd for a few moments and that was all.

The one side of this issue some people who politicize Jesus have correct is the fact that Jesus was a political figure but He represented a spiritual political figure and not one from earth.  There are many instances in the Bible that tells of Jesus being around people that did not live within the “highest” standards of life.  There are even examples of Him having dinner with tax collectors who were viewed as political thieves, liars and evil manipulators.  These were common people, ones who roamed the streets during the day conducting their business each day and also it was these people whom He associated with that patrolled the streets at night looking for whatever other types of occupations that the local street would offer. 

There is no mention that Jesus was trying at all to influence these people in any worldly activities nor is there any evidence that would suggest that He was trying to influence them in any manner other than Him being a witness towards them about God’s love for them.  Furthermore, it was not the goal of Jesus to have any intimate and physical relationship with any human being.  Yes, He loved many people but in no way does the Bible suggest that He had any intimate relations with humans.  Jesus’ goal was to bring into light the relationship that God desires to have with His people and to provide one way, and no other way, for this relationship to be restored.

Yes, Jesus spent many hours with these “lowlifes” and “undesirables.”  You want to know why?  It was because these were the people that would be listening to His message.  It was not the political figures or the popular people of His day that He spoke with on a regular basis, for these people were too busy to truly listen to what His mission was to the world.  It was not that the rich and popular people would not understand what Jesus had to offer, it was that they had their own agendas to adhere to and follow.  Jesus did not argue about these agendas with them for He understood them and accepted them as part of the worldly governance that has control over man, one in which man truly believes he cannot survive without; a point in which Jesus brought up when questioned about what to give to the government, think about His statement in this framework and not just in monetary fashion as we commonly refer to it.

 

Jesus had plenty of opportunities to dissect human thinking and reasoning where it comes to the laws of the land versus what is right and wrong.  But He never addressed them and many people take this opportunity to run with the idea that Jesus approved of everything that was occurring with man during His lifetime.  The truth is that Jesus understood the ways of man and He accepted them while He was on the earth.  But His goals were not to change the laws of man but to change the laws within a person’s heart.  Jesus also understood that if a person truly accepts His ways and turns their backs on man’s ways that a man will become truly free and has no need for the diluted thinking that man has to offer.  All of the details of man’s laws will become dim to him that accepts the ways of God which is the foundation of the Kingdom that is pushed forward when Jesus is allowed to influence our lives.

This is one example of why I do not argue with politics with people.  I will share my views with people but I refuse to argue them with anyone.  I will listen to their opinions and I will respect them no less when and if their opinions differ from mine.  But it is not my place to use religion or any other type of political power play to influence another person.  When I speak of Jesus and of God to others I use their names in a manner in which their influences can change the people’s lives in a supernatural way that is difficult to explain but recognizable by all those around.  This is Kingdom work and it the reason why God sent His Son to this earth and it is for NO other reason.  This is the real political Jesus and He cares only for your spiritual heart so that you can see the Kingdom that God has really created in you.

DLB

Dream Number 3

Dream Number 3

3/3/13

There is a party going on!!!!  The house was filled with party goers and it seemed like that whoever hosted the party had bought enough supplies to continue the party for a very long time.  The atmosphere was wonderful and everyone that had been invited was having the time of their life.  There was music and dancing with every type of drug present, a real popular joint in which the owner knew exactly what to order when he wished to throw the best party ever.  I really do not remember receiving an official invitation it was just by word of mouth I guess but all I know was that I was here and on the top floor of the house ready to party hardy until I dropped.

The information about the party spread like wildfire to those that had been invited.  It was like a mental osmosis process that seemed to envelope all of us who wished to receive the information, it came natural and we all accepted it with open minds and a deep breath.  The atmosphere within the house was electric and it was obvious that everyone was in the mood for anything to happen while they were there.  The sense of time was gone and with all of the doors to be opened and walked through it seemed like the party would last forever.  The old saying what is behind door number one had a total new meaning to all of us now and we would none of us would ever be the same again.

The lighting within the house suggested a very seductive mood for everyone not necessarily a sexual mood but a mood that would suggest staying a while and making sure that the outside world is forgotten about and that reality is thrown out the window.  I learned very quickly that I had only one person to answer to and that was myself I could do anything I wanted and go anywhere I wished as long as I stayed within the confines of the house.  Yes the house had doors that led outside but what I found interesting was that no one was even close to these doors even though they were well marked as an exit.  All of our eyes were on the inside doors and the opportunities to go through these doors was easy as approaching them and just allowing yourself to pass right through them to what laid behind them.

There were a ton of people in the house and the music was loud but not too loud to not be able to communicate with others.  Smoke filled the air but it too was not so thick that one would choke.  I remember this because those two features of parties are usually the main events that cause people to go outside while I party was happening, not in this case all activities were directed inward and it was fantastic in which I was now heavily engrossed in the atmosphere.  Even though I did not know anyone inside the house the feeling I got from others that we were all had known each other for a very long time which provided a close up and personal atmosphere which made staying even more attractive.  We were made to believe that we were all free to do what we wanted and that we could have the time of our lives while we participated.

I made my presence known in the large room that was on the top floor of the house.  I sat down on the couch with some type of drink in my hand.  I had no idea of what kind of liquid it was since there really was no advertised alcohol present within the house but I knew that whatever it was it had a profound effect on my mind and what I chose to accept as being fun.  I sat there and watched the people as they went from room to room opening and closing door after door.  Each one of them would enter in a certain state and come out in another completely different state, both states of which had changed them in some type of way.  These people did not stay inside the rooms for very long but with time being no option I guess it would seem like an eternity, or so I thought to myself.  I watched a lady enter the first room and then close the door behind her, nothing exciting occurred when she completed this and her actions actually peaked my curiosity a bit.

As I was sitting there on one of the couches, a person that I had no idea who was came up behind me and slapped me on the shoulder and then bent over and asked me what I was doing sitting there on the couch when there were so many opportunities that were in front of me.  I turned towards him and I really had no answer for him since I had not been here for a long time so I sputtered to him that I guess I was still trying to figure everything out.  He did not really understand that answer but accepted it by grabbing me by my shirt collar and pulling me up off of the couch and lightly shoving me towards one of the rooms.

Whether or not I was ready to go somewhere else, I was on my way.  I also found it kind of interesting that even though I was forced up from my position on the couch the drink that I had in my hand was still at the same level as it was when I was sitting down, not a drop spilled.  I slowly began to make my way around people towards the hallway which had its share of people in it as well but it was where the action was supposed to be I guess.  I made my way into the hallway which was not very big but it seemed like it was big enough to hold several people side by side if necessary.  The hall was not very long but this hall did contain two rooms each of which had its own door that served as an entrance to the contents of the room.

I reached the first door and stood at its entrance for a few moments before I grabbed the handle and turned the knob and then with my momentum opened the door which made be take a step into the room.  My eyes were amazed at what I witnessed.  All I saw were a bunch of people standing around and just mingling with each other.  There were no drugs being passed around and being shared with others.  No alcohol present nor were there any beds on the ground and people performing any type of sexual acts with whoever was in the room.  I closed the door behind me and most of the sounds that had been penetrating through the halls were silenced.  I actually could hear me think again.

I thought to myself, why was this room was such a big deal and why was everyone was coming out of the room in a different manner than what they entered.  I slowly swiveled my head around the room and was trying to catch someone that I knew or find something that would identify the contents of what was in the room.  I saw the girl that I saw enter the room earlier and she was just standing in a spot all by herself and basically doing nothing.  I quickly realized that this room was not for me and I turned around and the door was still there ready to be opened again, or at least I thought it was.  I walked over towards the door and grabbed the handle and turned it to open the door.  The door opened easily and I began to proceed through the doorway.  When I reached the doorway I felt a presence envelope me as a crossed the line to enter back into the hallway.  It was an unusual sensation that it was a warm encasing the penetrated my inner being, like an infusion of something inside my body.  I could tell that whatever this “substance” was it was trying to redefine my mind and how I viewed some of the basic qualities in life.

As I closed the door behind me I had once again been placed back into the soup bowl of activity with all of its commotion that went with it.  I stood at the door for a second and then tried to look at my physical body to see if anything had changed.  My physical features and body had not changed one bit but something inside me was definitely trying to change how I looked at things.  It is hard to describe but the easiest way I know is that somehow whatever was in that room had the authority, because of my choice to enter into the room, to change a portion of my beliefs on a fundamental level.  And I did not feel this sensation or change until I left that room and went back into the public hallway.

I did not stand there long since other people were rushing into the room that I had left along with those that were exiting the room as well.  I really did not know how I felt about all of this activity and especially of the exchanging of philosophy that was trying to be instilled in my inner being.  I was doing m best to fight these thoughts and feelings but the access to my inner being was hoarded up with hardly any effective resistance from me.  At that moment the only thing that I believed could help was to see what was “behind door number 2” so I walked across the hall and reached for the knob to that door.

I turned the handle and as I opened the door a few other people joined me in entering the room.  I shut the door behind me and then turned around to look at basically the same scene in this room as was in the first room, with one exception.  This room had a small window in it but no one was interested in what was occurring outside, since it was dark.  See this party was occurring at night.  I walked around the room for a bit and just looked around to see if there was anything in particular that would catch my eye but like the first room it was bare and simple just filled with other people just standing around and conversing quietly with each other.  I then walked over towards the window and took a quick look at was outside.  It wasn’t but a few moments and one person came over and tapped me on the shoulder and asked what I was doing looking towards the outside when all the interesting things were happening inside?  I did not answer him so he decided to walk away and begin another conversation with another person.

After finding out that nothing was any different in this room I made my way to the door.  No one asked me any questions they just continued their occupation of the room without any concerns.  I still could not understand what was occurring and what were these people seeing in an empty room that really had no meaning to it.  It was a mystery that I did not understand and had a feeling that this place was really not for me.  I reached for the door and opened it without any incident, that was until I crossed the threshold of the door and once again a similar sensation came over me just as before with an infusion into my inner being that I could not understand but this infusion was completing the same function and flush of my inner being as did the first one.

I shut the door behind me and as soon as I got my bearing I turned around and took a hard look at the door that I had just come out of.  I stood there and looked at it and noticed that it looked like any other ordinary door that leads into a room.  My shifted my eyes towards the first door and it too looked like a normal door so what was it that caused me to have this sensation that now is changing my inner chemical makeup and my way of thinking?  I spoke quietly to myself to make sure that I could still talk and my voice still sounded the same.

Even though I looked and sounded the same I knew that something inside me was different.  I did not like this change within me since I did not wish to be changed, but for some reason this change had the authority to complete its mission in my life.  I did not have these feelings until I came into this place and went through those two doors, but what I could not understand was what powers did those doors have over my life?  And how could I lose these new changes in my life because I did not want them and I wanted to return back to my old way of believing and thinking.

“Do you really want that?” I heard a voice ask me.  I smartly but fearfully responded “I asked didn’t I”.  Then as my eyes caught a glimpse of the person whose voice I heard he reached out his hand towards mine and motioned for me to place my hand in his.  I looked around at all of the people in the hallway and it was like they had no clue that we were there, that we were invisible to them.  But they knew we were there because as they passed us in the hall they had to get out of the way of his outstretched arm.  This was another event that I could not explain at that time but I stretched out my hand and placed it in his and we were soon off down the hall.  The direction we took surprised me since was in the direction that I would have taken if I was going to continue my tour inside the house.

By the fourth or fifth step I asked him “wouldn’t it be closer if we went out the front door which was a few feet behind?” and he quickly responded that we could not go back behind that we had to finish the present and leave when the opportunity arose.  “When would that be? I asked to which he said “in due time”, “but you have to want to leave, I cannot make you”.  “My choice, eh” I said and to this he did not respond in return.  All of this time he held my hand with an assured grip tight enough to let me know who was holding who but at the same time if I changed my mind I could release easily.

We came to the end of the hall and we were forced to make a left which we then came to a staircase that led downwards to another floor.  I really did not think that this was a good idea since the floor below would probably provide the same type of scene that this floor provided, and sure enough as soon as we reached the bottom of the stairs we turned into another hallway which looked like the one above with the walls and floor having the same lighting and carpet respectively.  My guide was not in any hurry either, he was taking his own time while walking down the hall but I did notice that his eyes were focused on the end of the hall and not was going on in the hall.  We passed many people and I even heard many doors opening and closing in front of us and behind us but we continued the journey without hesitation.  My head was turning and looking around but his was true and steadfast forward, his mission was not going to fail.

I noticed that all the while we were walking down the hall that my new friend did not say much to the other people, maybe it was because they did not ask for his help but I got the feeling that even though we were in a hurry to get out of the building he would have helped them if they had asked.  But with the determination that he had to get me out and my willingness to leave the building it seemed like I was his only priority at that moment.  We continued our walk down the hall with my head swiveling side to side as we passed many groups of people laughing, drinking and seemingly what one would think having a good time. 

But the further I spent time with my new friend I could tell that whatever authority he had to take me out of this place was far greater than what the authority was that was in this place.  The authority in this place knew that it had a right to be here and it also knew that it had no authority over the authority that this man had to take me out, in other words the authority of the house knew its limitations and that it could not override this authority, which when I realized this fact it scared me and it confused me even more but I also knew that I was not happy in this place and that whoever this person was had the power to help me to escape and I was not going to argue about it right at the moment.

As we approached the end of the hallway I noticed that there were slightly fewer people present as were at the beginning of the floor.  Another staircase faced us and down we went without stopping to look back at anything that we had just passed.  We entered into the new floor and immediately began moving down the hall.  The pattern of fewer people continued and I also noticed that there were just as many doors along the hallway but I also felt like I was increasingly non-curious about what was behind them as well.  It was like my friend was taking my attention from these doors and all that was associated with them, but how?  I asked him this question and he immediately and gently responded to me “this is not your doing, it is mine and all will be ok but we cannot slow down we must get you to the outside”.  Now I was really scared to think that this person can get me out of this place and take care of what was going on inside me at the same time.  My buddies were not going to believe this when I tell them. J

The end of the hallway came and another staircase appeared and down we went.  I asked how many of these do we have to go down and he responded with “there are a bunch of levels that we need to cross before we can leave but it will not be too much longer.”  Another floor and fewer people appeared in front of us yet there were so many doors that were lined in the walls and was I destined to enter all of them if I had chosen to stay?  That was something that I did not want to know.  As I completed that thought my friend looked at and smiled at me but did not say a word, did he know what I thought?  Who was this guy?

Another floor came to an end and when we reached the staircase to my amazement it was a short one with only a few steps.  When we reached the end of the stairs we turned and entered to what looked like a basement yet it was very small land quiet.  We were the only two people in this room.  The lighting was poor but I found myself being able to see clearly as we approached another door.  I stopped in my tracks and did not move.  It did not take him but a few seconds to turn towards me and to tell me “this was the way out and all we have to do is to go through that door.”  After what I had just experienced “I was very leery of going through another door” I told him and he replied “I understand but you must trust in me to cross that threshold together.”  He turned back around and stood beside me and waited for me to take the first step which I did and within a few steps we were at the door.

Without waiting for me to act he reached out his arm and pushed the door open without any problems.  Our stride did not break one bit as the freshness of the night air hit my face.  No weird sensations were being forced into my inner being this time and all I felt was an inner peace that began to fill my heart.  We immediately started up a small hill which was in an open field.  We did not stop walking hand in hand as we climbed the hill together.  I looked up ahead of me and there was a high fence in front of us so I did he natural thing and began to look in other directions to see if the fence was all around us, which when my eyes focused enough in each direction, it confirmed that a fence lined the entire boundary.  I stopped walking and continued my survey of the fence line but as my eyes returned to in front of me I saw an opening in the fence large enough for both of us to walk through.

I turned around and looked back down the hill and my friend turned around as well.  What I saw shocked me and it broke my heart at the same time.  At first my eyes were focused on the field that we were standing in.  It was completely surrounded by this huge fence yet there were no guards or any other protective forces to prevent anyone from leaving.  No guard dogs, guard towers or spotlights moving, complete emptiness all around.  It was hard for my brain to comprehend this sight.  I looked to the sky and it was a beautiful black night with many stars accomplishing their mission by shining as beacons of direction into the darkness.  I took another quick deep breath and let it out slowly because it was good to breathe the clean and fresh air again after inhaling that stale air inside that house.

The house; I looked down at the bottom of the hill land noticed the houses that I had been in for an unspecified time.  I was running a pattern in my mind and trying to come up with an explanation to why I allowed myself to be caught up in the idea of ever wanting to enter that place so I asked my friend that question.  He replied “it is because we all have choices that we make and no matter what that choice is you are allowed to follow your decision to its completeness.”  I then asked him about the window that was in the second room and why couldn’t I have taken that type of exit?  He stated” that the house did have windows in them to lure people out by those means but when they tried that way they would only find disappointment and actually fall back into another level of the house and that there was only one true way of escaping the house and that was with him.”

I stood there speechless until I raised my head up and I had a duh moment.  We walked up a hill so that means we were on the side of a hill, so when I looked beyond the house I saw that there were thousands of lights that were below us some hundreds of feet below.  So I asked my friend about all of those lights and he said “that each light represented another house just like the one that I was in.”  But there were hundreds of people in that house and how could they all be reached?  “You must be really busy” I said and he replied “you have no idea but still many do not choose to leave their addictions and living conditions but I have hope that many of them will have a change of heart and choose me.”

I thanked my friend for his guidance out of the house but still did not fully understand what all had transpired.  He did not say a word to me but just looked into my eyes and gave me a gentle smile as he turned and walked away though the opening of the fence.  I had no idea of what I had allowed myself to be involved with but I did know that I was truly free from that scene and I was going to be able to start over again.  I cannot explain how it happened, but I know that it is real and that it is alive within me.

DLB

Dream Number 2

Dream Number 2

3/2/13

The 2nd dream that I had basically dealt with the same scene as my 1^st dream however a few other details emerged in this dream which gave a little bit more explanation to what was occurring in the spiritual realm of things.  The time of day was slightly different but this dream did not consist of many “days” only the one specific short period of time, which was in the morning.  The setting of the dream was slightly different and the fact that one friend emerged in my dream who said nothing throughout the dream but listened to every word that I talked to him about. 

A loud slam of a door woke me from my slumber.  I continued to lie in my bed with my eyes open waiting for some type of movement to pass by as to indicate who did the slamming of the door.  I continued my wait for a few minutes but no one ever walked by which was unusual since my room was close to the door.  The room that I occupied was close to the door that led to the outside, outside to where I had no idea since evidently I had not been anywhere but inside this building since my arrival, which I also have to state that I have no idea how long that I have been inside this building either.

The entire building had a certain type of echo that was present in the upper air flow almost like you could hear voices if you really stopped and took a good listen to the area.  My room was comfy but at the same time I got the sensation that I was not made to stay in the room for a long period of time.  This was not explained to me in the dream but somehow I understood that as soon as I got up from my sleep I was to exit the room and walk the corridors of the building; like it was my job or something that I was obligated to do.

One common feature of the building that I did notice was that the entire interior of the building was painted in a blue / gray color.  The walls, ceilings, and floors of the building were all the same color no color variance of any kind was visible.  The only part of the building that was any different was the ceiling of the building itself which was about 50 feet high and was made of glass.  From what I could tell the ceiling glass provided the only natural light inside the building.  The glass ceiling was visible from my room which brought me some type of comfort that the outside world still existed.

As stated above it was expected that as soon as I woke up I was to leave my resting place and stroll up and down the corridors, I have no idea where this belief came from but it was like it was an unwritten rule.  As soon as I got out of bed I went to the edge of my room.  Another unusual feature about my room was that it had no door for privacy, to keep me in the room or to keep other people from coming in the room whenever they wished.  However, I gathered that while there were many people occupying this building not many of them had any notion of entering my room.  The room just ended and blended into the main hallway that was accessible to everyone.

As I approached the edge of my room a friendly face appeared from nowhere and stood by the large opening to the room.  I recognized him immediately and greeted him with a typical cordial greeting.   I could tell that he was in a good mood like always and that he was ready for our walk that we were expected to take.  I looked in both directions before stepping out into the hallway, turned into the direction that he was already facing and we began our walk.  The long hallway reminded me of a mall in which the majority of the shops inside were gone and re-occupied by people’s living domains, without doors of course.

From the time I stepped out of the room I began to talk about how much the entire building needed to be changed or painted, or for someone to come into the place and make the facilities more exciting and life-like.  My wants and rants continued as we strolled down the hallway yet my friend never said one word while I continued my complaining session.  As we passed open room after open room my rants continued about the living conditions of the building that we were in, yet my friend who was walking right next to me said absolutely nothing as I continued to run my mouth.

I could not find anything nice to say concerning the living conditions and I made that point very clear as we continued our walk.  My friend just continued to watch me and listen to my words.  Even though he did not say a word at that time I could honestly tell that he was interested in what I was saying and that he actually understood and wanted to help me in my situation.  His facial expressions were ones of pain and agony as he stood by me and listened to my condemning words.  His body language really changed when I changed the subject from the living conditions to my personal life which occurred about half way down the long hallway.

I asked him why I continued to live in this center of an abyss and why did I actually like the atmosphere that it provided?  He looked at me and just smiled but at the same time had a very concerned look upon his face.  No words came from his mouth as I began talking about the way of life I was living in and accepting as my life itself.  After I finished this string of words he began to continue to walk down the hallway.  We passed more rooms on both sides of the hallway but even though I knew that many people lived in this building not much activity ever took place, it was like a bunch of the proverbial zombies lived here, just no life visible or possible.

Even though I was not feeling too comfortable with my living conditions I got the feeling that my friend was comfortable being right next to me.  I did find it really interesting that every time that I left my room he was always ready to walk beside me but his silence towards my ranting eluded my thinking and his concerns for my life seemed endless at the same time for not one time did he ever complain that I was talking too much or that I had a negative attitude.  HE just smiled and continued the journey with me, no matter how long of a walk it was.

As my friend and I reached the end of the hallway I looked up at the ceiling and stared out at the sky for a minute.  My gaze was interrupted by sounds of people coming from the room at the corner of the building.  There was a light protruding from the room unlike the multitude of rooms that we had just passed.  I walked over towards the room and peeked into the room and saw the occupants of the room sitting around a table in the center of the room playing cards.  They really did not seem too interested that I was looking at them because they did not stop their activities and continued on playing their game.

I sarcastically shouted towards them that I was leaving the building and that there was nothing that they could do about it.  That got their attention a bit but as the seconds churned they realized that I was still standing there and that my words were a bluff and that I had no intentions or the courage to walk out.  However, they did have a change of attitude when my friend decided to pop his head into the room and stood next to me.  Their change of attitude was noticeable but not violent in any way.  They stood up and focused their attention on my friend and then quickly shifted their eyes on me and repeated the sequence over and over.  It kind of felt like a stand off from the old west was taking place, but in the end the people knew that my words were a bluff and as soon as I turned around to leave their presence they began to play their game once again.

I then told my friend that it was time to leave and that they did not believe me anyway and that it was no use in staying any longer.  I looked at my friend who was now staring at me with a very intense and sad look upon his face, yet he said not a word.  As I began to walk out of the room he joined me, like always right next to my side.  But instead of turning right and heading for the outside I made a hard left and started my walk back towards my room.

I continued my rants towards my living conditions, like nothing had even happened back a few minutes ago.  My friend continued his silence but I could tell that he was hurt in some way but I had no idea of why?  I knew that he could not be angry because he was stuck in this place as I was and if he did not verbalize his feelings of displeasure about me walking out of the room a bit ago, then I had no idea of why he would be in this mood.  I found myself the one who was actually yelling at him for not telling me what to do or giving me advice that would influence my decision to stay in this dark and dreary place.  It frustrated me even more when I stopped walking and took his arm and swung him around to look at me.

I asked him why he was acting in this manner and I mocked him by keeping my lips shut while I mimicked talking.  I believed that I was getting my point across to him but as expected he said nothing in return but offered me a soft smile in my direction as he began to walk again.  I could not figure him out he was acting like a non human and it really confused me in almost every emotional way.  After my display of stupidity towards him I did not say much to him on the walk back to my room.  To be honest I had no idea of what to say anymore so I said nothing at all, and I surely did not apologize to him for my tirade a few yards back.

I guess I would live with my frustrations with my living conditions that I had chosen and my trapped feeling of being confined inside these gloomy walls.  The luster of being in a safe place with others who share the same desires had worn off and even though that feeling had been lost I was forced to stay in the conditions that I had hand-picked for myself.  As my friend and I reached my room I turned to him and thanked him for the walk and the conversation.  I stepped into the merging areas of my room and the hallway and he began to walk towards the door.

I peeked out of the room and watched him as he reached the door.  He stopped and turned around and looked at me and gave me one of his trademark smiles as he opened the door stepped through it and let the door shut behind him.  I did not think about anything else as I walked over to my bed and sat on the side of it.  I then found myself twisting around and lying back on the bed that I had slept in for many previous nights. 

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Dream Number 1

Dream Number 1

3/1/13

This dream takes place over a few days and progresses with each day that passes.  This is the first dream until I indicate that the dream has ended.  This is another thing about my dreams that fascinates and scares me at the same time…the dream takes place over a few days but in reality the dream itself only lasted a few moments in time plus it takes a long time for me to type :)

The setting of the first dream was in a small and relaxed community.  Not many houses were visible yet many people were walking around casually talking with one another.  The walking paths were well constructed and made of concrete and if you looked at them closely you would assume that they were just normal paths stretching through a nice park.  The grass was neatly trimmed and it has a bright green color to it that proved that it was healthy and full of life.  There were trees all around the area that stood tall and proud and every one of them looked fully grown and healthy as well.  The small animals played on the grass and really did not seem like they had any cares what-so-ever that people were all around them.  The sun was high in the blue sky and the weather was almost perfect and benches lined the walking paths which were being used by a few people.

As I watched the people converse with each other I could sense that there was not really any animosity that was present in the area.  It was like the area had a permanent peach about it and at that moment as the events unfolded everyone seemed happy and content with their surrounding conditions.  I thought that the scene was too real to be true because no matter what type of life these people had nothing was this peaceful on a continual basis.  I found myself sitting on one of the benches while all of this action transpired before me and so the first day of my dream ended.

The next day immediately began with basically the same weather conditions and “animal” activity on the grounds.  However this time I had some of my friends with me that were sitting on the bench beside me.  We were basically chatting about guy things while we were watching the people walk around the grassy and shaded areas.  It was another calm day and from what I could tell no major excitement was happening once again, just the normal serene setting that I had become accustomed to.

I began to look around the area and when I turned my head to the left I noticed a building that looked like a large single story house.  I did not look at it for long but I did catch myself trying to see if there was any activity occurring inside the building through the large window that present on the side that was visible to me.  I could see that there were people inside and they were moving about at what seemed like a normal pace, once again nothing exciting going on in this calm and beautiful place.

As my head turned back around my ears caught the continuing conversation that was ongoing with the others that I was sitting with on the bench.  At the same time I caught the sight of a lady whom I had saw walking along the path the previous day.  I recognized her since she was basically wearing the same clothing and all of her other made up features were the same as well.  Both of us caught each other’s eye and we both acknowledged each other at the same time.  That was it nothing more and she went on her way in which I did not follow her with my eyes since I became involved with the conversation that my friends were talking about.

Their conversation was a first since they were obviously not happy about some type of situation that they were involved with and with the tones of their voices, none of them liked what they were going through.  And I guess that since I was sitting there listening to their conversation I gathered that I was in agreement with their arguments.  As they continued I realized that they were unhappy with the living conditions of the community and that they wanted to leave the area but they had no way of fulfilling that desire. 

As I sat there and listened to them argue back and forth I began to realize that I was not happy in that situation and that I was going to do something about it.  I turned my head to them and said that I was going over to the building on the left and let them know that I was going to leave the area.  It seemed pretty straight forward since there were no gates, fences, guards or any other type of preventative measures that would prohibit me leaving, plus it was kind of ridiculous that I actually had to tell someone that I wanted to leave.  It was like living in a free society in which one had to tell someone every move that they had to make.

As soon as I voiced my intentions my friends became very quiet and sat and looked at me for a few seconds.  Then they tried to convince me that I was not doing the proper thing and that I should sit back down and keep my mouth shut.  This was the first time that I realized that we were really not free to talk about our ideas and wishes to just anyone which meant that others who were passing by could not be considered “friends” either.  But why I thought to myself, this did not make sense to me.  Why was I being limited in my choices and direction though I lived in such a beautiful place?  This ended my “second” day in my dream.

The 3rd day continued with the same setting as the 2nd day including the same set of friends and all of us talking on the bench.  However this day I was much quieter than the previous day but they did not seem to care much as they continued their conversations with each other.  In my mind I was constantly trying to figure out why it was so wrong for me to voice my opinion about the current conditions to the people that I knew were in charge of things in the area.  I also could not understand why they were holed up in that mysterious building and why it was considered taboo to approach them with any complaint.  These thoughts continued in my mind and I find myself drowning out my friends’ conversations and hearing nothing but my inner thoughts about the entire situation.

I looked back over towards the mysterious building to my left and without saying a word I thought that today I will go in there and find out exactly what was going on around me.  After I had made up my mind secretly, I convinced myself to stand up and I took a shallow breath and began to walk towards the building.  I did not say anything to my friends as I left them, nor did they react to my leaving their company.  My eyes were focused on the mysterious building as I continued my walking towards it.  As I was walking I noticed that many people were going in and out of its doors, so it seemed so safe to me at the time.  All of the visible activity also suggested that this place was popular with everyone and at that moment I really did not see what was so mysterious about the place and why no one would talk about what was inside.  The path towards the building was like the other paths and did not seem difficult to follow.

I found my heartbeat becoming faster as I got closer to the front doors of the building.  Why was this place having such an effect on my physical conditions?  It was just a building with a mysterious or mystic feel to it, nothing was even confirmed about its unusual presence and with all of the people going in and out its doors, I began to feel stupid and ridiculous for having these thoughts.  However I did know that I was entering into the place where the so-called powers to be were located and I believed that they were the ones who could grant me the authority to leave this beautiful and secure place. 

I had never encountered these people in my life, since I had no reason to require their advice or services before.  But it was their presence that continued to infiltrate my life with their policies and dictating circumstances that had begun to irk me in many ways.  But how could people that I did not even know control my every movement and overall thought process enough to warrant a fear in me when I am trying to leave?  I guess this is why the building, their place of residence, was such a mystery to me.

An interesting scene began to occur as I got closer to the building.  My legs and feet became increasingly tired like the path that I was on was draining my strength with each step I took.  Even though this was happening I continued my pace towards the building and I did not look down to see what was going on with my legs since I felt that if I did I would stop and return to my place on the bench.  I came around a turn in the path and my eyes became fixed on the front doors of the building.  I saw wave after wave of people coming out of the building each one of them seemingly happy and not having a care in the world, so why was I feeling different that they were?

After what seemed like an eternity of walking I finally reached the front doors of the building.  As I stretched out my arm to grab the door handle the door opened and a person began to walk out of the building at the same time.  I said “hi” to him and he kindly smiled at me but did not say anything to me as he continued to race by me.  He obviously had somewhere to be and had no time for what I was doing, which was ok since that was the policy of personal business in the area.

I walked through the doors and entered into a foyer like room that was very nice.  There was carpet on the floor and it was either new or very well kept up given the volume of traffic that was present.  There were plants that sat on the ground, hung from the ceiling and sat in the windows, and pictures of various scenes of nature and numerous portraits of people that I had no idea who were that lined the walls.  In the corner of the room was a counter that had one person sitting behind it but she was not interested in who came into the building or who left for that matter.  I noticed immediately that she had nothing to do with the interior activities of the building since she did not have any paperwork, phone or computer in front of her she just sat there with her head down and did not move an inch as people passed by her spot.

I noticed another room to my right and I began to walk towards this area.  I noticed that my legs were feeling better but my heartbeat was still racing as I crept closer to the area.  As I approached its entrance I noticed that the room was huge and it resembled a dining area that could hold a large amount of people at one time.  I continued to slowly walk into the room and then I turned my head to the left and noticed an area that resembled a place where I could get food.  It was a cafeteria dining room and I was shocked to realize this.  I stood there for a few moments while I listened to the sounds of bowls, plates and glasses clanging together in the background.  I could not get over this; all the fuss about this place and it was a simple cafeteria?  Something was amiss here I thought.

I began walking into the dining area and looked around and saw something that shocked me enough to stop me in my tracks.  From the moment that I had first noticed this building I had witnessed many people coming in and out from its doors.  AS I walked towards the building I noticed the same thing and when I reached its doors I was almost run over by people leaving its facilities.  But when I walked into the dining area there was not a soul to be found, it was entirely empty yet it was decorated as if there the staff were expecting a constant flow of people. 

I then heard some people laughing to my left.  I turned towards the noises and noticed a group of gentlemen gathered around one small table.  There were five of them sitting there and it was clear that they had a reason for being there and that they were the ones that called the shots of the dining area.  You know how it is when you see people like this and you just have that weird feeling that they are the ones in charge, well this was one of those times for me.

I stood there and watched the gentlemen for a few moments and after a while I noticed one of them look towards me, yet he did not acknowledge me nor did even make true eye contact with me.  This is where my 3rd day of the dream ended.  An odd place to stop for the day but it was my dream and there was not much that I could do about it huh J

Day four began with me back on the bench and enjoying the beautiful setting that was once again on display for my eyes to see.  My friends were next to me and all of us were chatting away about a variety of subjects.  I once again stood up and left my friends and headed over to the building that I had been in the day before.  This time my legs and feet were not so wobbly but my heartbeat was continuing its Daytona 500 pace within my chest.

I approached the front doors of the building and this time I was able to pull open the doors before someone placed the glass into my face.  I noticed the same amount of people mulling about in the foyer and halls as I entered the building.  I did not stop or slow this time since I knew exactly where I was headed and to my surprise the large dining room was still empty as the previous day before.  I immediately turned to my left and saw the same gentlemen sitting in the same spot as yesterday as well.  This time I did not hesitate and I walked over towards their table and I stood at one end.  It took them a few seconds to stop their conversation long enough to look at me with an annoyed expression on their faces.  One of them asked me why I was just standing there and disturbing their presence.  I responded to them saying that I something to say to them.  Without any other words being said they all turned in their chairs towards me as I told them that it was my desire to leave the area.

To my amazement all of them had no expressions on their faces after I said this statement.  They all turned back around to their original positions and continued their conversations with each other.  It was like they did not even hear what I was saying to them and that my request did not even register in their heads.  Visibly upset I stood there for a few more moments before I turned around and walked out of the large room.  What kind of leaders were these people I thought to myself.  They did not even care that I was wishing to leave the area and go somewhere else.

I walked out of the building and went back over to the bench where my buddies were still conversing with each other.  They too did not acknowledge me with the exception of them scooting over a bit as I began to sit back down on the bench.  I was fuming inside because I did not get any response from the “leaders” in the building and then sitting down with my friends and they not mentioning anything to me about my journey made things even more destructive to me inside.

I would not be denied I mumbled to myself and I stood up again and began my journey across the grassy park area towards the same building.  The “trip” was uneventful and I reached the front doors and again I opened them and headed for the same destination.  Nothing had changed in the few minutes since I left and I went into the dining area and walked straight to the table where the gentlemen were seated. 

They all turned around when I showed up this time but instead of giving them a chance to say anything I began my speech in which they all began to laugh at me before I completed my first sentence.  It was clear that they had no desire to listen to what I had to say and after I stopped my words they all in unison turned back around and re-started their conversation with each other.  I turned around and walked out of the dining room and made my way back to my park bench and sat down and did not say a word.

I was bound and determined to get a response from them so I made up my mind to stay in that room long enough until they gave me a response.  So, again I made my journey to the doors of the building and went inside the building and walked right up to the table and stood before the same people.  This time it was obvious that they were beginning to become annoyed with my repeated appearances, for one of them rose to his feet and came close to me while the others remained seated but were looking at me.  None of them were laughing this time but they did not seem angry either, which was confusing in itself.

The one who stood up and addressed me began to tell me of all the benefits that I had here and that it would be upsetting if I decided to leave the area.  He pointed out all of the things that I would miss and all of the plans that they had for all of us in the near future.  He then asked me why I wanted to leave the area and I answered saying that “ I felt like I was not in the right spot and that I did not belong there”  This was evidently not a good answer to him for his demeanor changed after I finished my words.  He made it very clear to me that I was supposed to be here and that I could not leave under any circumstances for I had accepted the conditions of the area as my own and that a great deal of preparedness had been completed for me to be happy.  He then pointed his finger towards the door and said for me to go back and relax to in the place where I belong. 

I looked towards him and a huge smile immediately appeared on his face as my eyes made contact.  He knew that I was not pleased with his answer but he also knew that he was in full control of the situation; which he knew that I knew this to be true as well.  He gave me a soft push towards the door and said that there was no reason for me to return and that everything had been made clear to me.  I was dumb enough to oblige him by continuing my steps towards the edge of the room and then out the door of the building.  Once again I had been rejected in my requests and treated like a slave being commanded to do whatever the master said.

As I sat back down on the bench I thought to myself that I had to do something drastic enough to at least grab their attention so that they would consider my requests on a legitimate plane.  My attitude was now one of anger and I did not care who knew what I was thinking.  I had to do this and I had to complete this assignment alone since it was obvious that none of my friends cared about what I was going through or feeling. 

So I gathered up enough courage to try this one more time but this time I was going to take a different approach, no more mister nice guy I said to myself.  I was going to walk in there let them know exactly how I felt and then walk out of there a free man to leave the area no matter what they said.  So I walked on my same journey again and this time I flung open the doors of the building hoping that my actions would startle a few people as they left the building, which of course they continued right out the door and did not even notice me.

I stormed into the large dining area and turning directly towards the table that the gentlemen were seated.  My first thought was a funny one which was that these guys did not do much all day but sit around, drink coffee and say “no” to people.  Then reality hit me when I again started in with my desire to leave.  Again they did not allow me to finish because all of them stood up and looked toward me and I could tell that I had finally pushed hard enough that their true colors were about ready to show.

The one who talked to me before began to speak in my direction but it was an unusual sensation in that even though he was doing the talking I could have sworn all of them were speaking to me as well, but through one person.  This was when I realized that I was not dealing with regular leaders and that I had been tantalizing with something that I had no idea of its nature.  The one person made it very clear to me that I could not leave and that I alone had no authority to challenge this condition and that if I ever returned to this area alone again that I would regret ever setting foot into the building.  And as soon as they had made their point known it was like the ambiance within the room returned to its normal state for the demeanor of the men returned to their conversations with each other as they turned from my eyes and sat back down at the table.

The one who spoke to me smiled at me and then told me to have a nice day while sitting on the bench that had been provided for me.  I felt really ridiculous about the entire scene but I did have some comfort in the fact that I was the only one in the dining area at the time, so I felt a little bit better about my thrashing.  It was then that I realized that I had no choice but to stay where I was at and that there was nothing that I could do to leave the area even though there were no walls, fences, gates or guards in the area that said otherwise.  The dream ended as I reached my bench and my friends continued to talk about guy stuff.  It was like nothing had ever happened.

I was trapped in a situation that I believed that there was no escape from.  My choices had caught up with me and I was trying my best to leave them, but to no avail.  My master had control of me and I knew that I was alone in this predicament that I had created so I guess I had to deal with it myself.  This is the end of my dream #1

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Introduction to the Dream Series

Introduction to the Dream Series

3/1/13

A few months back I had a series of dreams that for the most part I had no idea of what they meant.  This is not uncommon for all of us have fallen into this category at some time in our life.  We all believe that our dreams last for hours at a time but in reality they only occur within a few seconds with some lasting a few short minutes.  It is fascinating to stop and think about all of the different things that happen in one dream and then realize that our brain transcribed all of that information to our thinking patterns within a few moments.  And it is even more confusing to realize that it takes us many more minutes to describe the dream that we had than in the amount of time the dream actually occurred.

The series of dreams did not come all at one time but strung out over a period of months.  It had nothing to do with the things that I watched on television or events that I had encountered during my workday.  The settings were different, the places that my dreams occurred in were different and even the time of day within the dreams were different.  But as I continued to mull over these dreams I realized that there were certain patterns in these dreams and that they all had to do with the human aspect of slavery or being bound to a habit.  This pattern was easy to see because of the setting that the person who was in my dream was adamant about leaving the situation that he was in at the moment.

So far there have been three dreams that I have had and I do not doubt that I will have more sometime down the road.  I have learned over time that it is not a wise idea to tell God “no” about something or even to proclaim that God has shown you everything that He wishes to show you on a specific topic, you just set yourself up for having to eat crow later.  So my advice to you is don’t ever try and limit God’s work through you, because He really does have a sense of humor about life and HE is not afraid to use that humor to open your spiritual eyes.

I know that there are many things that God will show me while I continue to examine these dreams.  I also know that for whatever reason God has given me these dreams to share with others so that they may help in some fashion.  I cannot leave myself out from this help because even though I am the one God uses to get this article and message out, I am a human and I too suffer from worldly vices as all of us do.  I am not afraid to say this because if I am then I am lying to you and the intent and content of the message that God wants others to know is skewed and the seed that God wishes to plant will never arrive to the intended spirits for whom it was created.

Each dream has a progression and it will mean different things to people but God knows exactly what He is doing with these dreams and just know that whoever God wishes for these dreams to be for He will direct their path to them so that they may understand.  These dreams are of a specific nature in the fact that they deal with spiritual matters that bind us all into slavery conditions.  These conditions place us in chains of various addictions that force us to comply with worldly standards and dictate our every move that we try to make throughout our lives.  Some of these chains we recognize, however there are many of these chains that we do not even know exist within our bloodlines.  That is why it is important for us to understand this concept and if the description of these dreams helps in this recognition in any way, then God’s Kingdom is advanced and another battle has been won.

I am going to start with the first dream and then work my way through to the last dream.  I do not know how long this explanation will take but most likely it will take more than one article to complete.  After the dreams have been shared I will then begin with what God has shown me concerning these dreams and will try my best to convey His message to those who are in need of hearing it.  As stated above there are three dreams that I have had concerning this topic.  I have not had any more for quite some time now but I remember them as if they all occurred last night.  So, here we go with dream number 1.

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