Dream Excerpt from The Invitation

The Invitation – Dream Excerpt

Dreams from the Lord from October 12, 2012 to January, 2013

Prelude to “Bitter words try to stop the dreams”

As you read these books, and even in this first book, you will notice that the content is ever expanding in scope and wonder as the series progresses. While each book, and even each dream, is independent of each other, they nonetheless work together to form a tapestry of what God is accomplishing in each of our lives and in the world itself.

In the first thirty eight dreams that formed this first book, I was amazed when the Lord began to speak to me in a clear and concise way, but so personal at the same time. Whereas I had been taught that the Lord was quite serious, which He can be, I also found Him to be humorous, engaging and loving like the very best of ‘friends’ or the very greatest of ‘dads’.

As these dreams continued, they became ever clearer and more elaborate, wherein each set of dreams in a book has a different theme, but yet still has the perfect amount of overlap. Nonetheless, all these dreams had to start somewhere and, in this case, they all started with “The Invitation”.

I picked the following dream as the excerpt from “The Invitation” in order to show that speaking with the Lord does not come with an easy life as many think it should. Indeed, the enemy continues his attacks on me and my family and even uses friends ‘with the best of intentions’ to do so.  This dream highlights that accepting ‘The Invitation’ and being a welcome visitor in Heaven did not mean that all became easy for me here on Earth!

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Dream 20 – Bitter words try to stop the dreams

Received Friday, November 23, 2012

One of my favorite Psalms that certainly fits this season of my life can be found in Psalm 119:145: “I call with all my heart, answer me, O Lord, and I will obey Your decrees.  I call out to You.  Save me and I will keep Your statutes.  I rise before dawn and cry for help.  I have put my hope in Your Word.  My eyes stay open through the watches of the night so that I may meditate on Your promises.  Hear my voice in accordance with Your love and preserve my life, O Lord, according to Your laws.”

Jeremiah 29: 13-14: “You will seek Me and find Me when you seek Me with all of your heart.”

Dream begins…

The path in front of me looked like an illuminated tent. The angels were standing side by side together.  The snow was still five inches deep, crisp and icy.  Above me was an amazing sight.  There were angels in attack mode completely covering the dome.

The dome now seemed to breathe. This beast, still black and red, was using all of its force to try to crush the dome and all of us under its weight.  There were two more large columns that had been added to the dome.  With these, this now created four pillars, wherein each tipped and pointed north, east, south and west.

I could hear the ground thundering as it vibrated and shook. I stood still as I came to the entrance of the path.  Outside of the path, there was great noise.  Under the covering of the canopy, or tent, it was quiet.  The two robins were still there.

One of the robins was even fatter than yesterday. Indeed, it was now ridiculously fat and there was no way it could fly.  It could barely jump around.  The other little robin lay on the ground on its side.  I picked it up to comfort it and put it in my hand.

I could feel its tiny bones and its broken wings. I remembered a slogan used by the ‘fish and game department’:  “If you care, you will leave them there.”  I thought, ‘not this time’, as I picked the little robin up and put it into my flannel shirt pocket.

I frowned at the little fat robin. Just then, I saw the fat robin wander off of the path, right into the middle of the war zone, perhaps to look for even more food.

Breakthrough whistled to me while he stood at the base of the ladder. He motioned for me to hurry to him.  I could see the forms of these dragons’ heads coming at me as I climbed the ladder.

As I was going up the ladder, I could hear a flood of voices coming from the dragons’ heads saying horrible things about me. The voices were accusing me of so many things.  As these words were spoken, an angel with a large book collected the words, while another angel wrote the words in a book.

As the angel wrote the words, the words became like daggers. The book was large; about thirty inches wide when open, thirty inches long and was about seven inches thick.  The pages were pure white prior to the writing, but the writing was so awful, they became dirty, muddy and stained.

The pages were even now letting off an odor that was horrible. The ink turned from a beautiful gold ink to a bright crimson red.  When the book was filled, it was carefully sealed with a lock and key.  The keys and the book both went with the angel through the Portal.

As I climbed, I was shocked that the words against me were so brutal. I was also surprised at my physical reaction as, while my body climbed, I began to die.  My skin turned transparent and I could see everything; my veins, my flesh and my muscles.  I was withering away as these words were killing me.

As I neared the top of the Portal, the hand of the angel pulled me through the Portal with the assistance of Breakthrough. It took a moment to regain my composure.  Another angel came and poured a carafe of water from the River of Life over me.  It was like liquid gold.

Another angel handed me a chalice of water to drink. Another angel then came to dry me off.  My pajamas turned to a type of dress made of torn pages of these horrible books written about me from the dragons’ lies.  Indeed, I was now wearing a gown of lies.

The lies were in so many different languages and were so numerous that it felt heavy. I saw the angel with the books lift a few more through onto a type of cart.  Altogether, there were three books filled with horrible things said about me.  I stared for a while, realizing yet again that I was wearing a gown of these lies as well.

Breakthrough turned me away from the gown of lies so that I would not focus on that. I turned and saw Jesus there.  What a beautiful sight.  His wings had shifted again.  He was still dressed in armor and had His crown of gold with jewels.

After I had just come through that battle, I was looking forward to spending some time with Him. However, with everything He had heard from these dragons, I wondered if He had changed His mind about me.

The angel held me back for now as I was not to go to Jesus yet. I noticed that, around my feet, beautiful golden dust had a pattern stamped in it that would be mathematically impossible to recreate.  The huge Sea of Glass stood before me and seemed to also be expanding with each visit.

I stood there and heard the Shofar blow. There were several blows ending with a long blow and then silence for exactly three minutes.  I looked around me and I could see that there were millions of children of all different sizes and cultures dressed in beautiful white robes with golden faces.

Their robes were illuminated and they began to sing. I recognized the song!  It was Rich Mullins, “My Deliverer.”  It took my breath away and I began to weep.  My greeter angel nudged me to keep me focused.  The children then stopped singing.

The angel announced: “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lamb of God!  His ways are just and true!  May His name be praised!  Holy is He!”

The angel then smiled and turned toward me with such sympathetic eyes

Angel: “He is on the Bema Seat today!”

The choir of children sang “My Deliverer” again as I approached the risers of the Throne. This time, Jesus reached out for my hand.  When He touched my hand, my tattered robe suddenly turned to a white robe with beautiful scripts that created a quilted gown.  It was a tapestry with illuminated fabrics and was stunning.

He sat on the top riser and opened His wings, motioning for me to sit next to Him under His wing. I cried when I remembered reading about this the night before in Psalms.  I was safe.  My demeanor was quiet today.  I was bruised.

We sat for a while looking out over this majestic landscape. This choir of children looked like they were singing on the banks of the Nile.  There was a golden glow around them.  It was truly amazing.  I wept with tears streaming down my cheeks.

Jesus: “What is wrong?”

Me: “I am hurt.”

Jesus: “Over what?”

I turned to look at Him and He had such love and sympathy on His face for me.

Me: “Those books contain horrible lies about me.”

Jesus: “Did you believe them?”

Me: “At first I did not, but then they began to become a part of me.  The words of lies actually seemed to begin to kill me slowly.”

Jesus: “Yes, but what else?”

Me: “When the lies were spoken, they exposed my layers of flesh.”

Jesus: “What else?”

Me: “I felt exposed, transparent and weak.”

Jesus: “Then why did you stay so long there?”

Just then, I realized that I stayed there long enough for three huge books to be written about me.

Me: “I do not know.  I guess I wanted to hear what people thought.  I guess I thought I could change it.”

Jesus: “Did that work?”

He was kind of chuckling, like He knew all about this.

Me: “No, I did not even get the chance to.”

Jesus: “The world first hated Me, so you too will be hated.  It is an age old condition.  There are two things to remember, two things that exist which are at war.  One is the Author of the book of truth, speaking good and breathing life into your body.  Then there is the author of the book of lies.  He speaks all kinds of evil.  What do you notice?”

He then showed me the scene from the ladder. The beast started by slowly speaking evil.  Then it started to pour out faster and faster.  The scribes could barely write fast enough.  Then He showed me a beautiful mountain peak, like from the Swiss Alps.

Jesus: “Watch this.”

I heard the sound of an angel blowing a horn. I felt vibrations come from this horn.  Then I saw a tiny snowball turning into a larger and larger one as it picked up snow.  It eventually formed a huge avalanche and collapsed the entire mountain side.

He then reached to His right and pulled out the chalice from the River of Life. He took a drink from it and turned the cup so I could drink from the same spot.

Jesus: “Erin, go ahead and drink.”

Me: I drank.  “I do not understand as I was not even thirsty.”

He laughed, but yet He was still so kind, radiant and beautiful.

Jesus: “Did I give you the cup to drink the same exact way I drank out of it?  Was it not from the very spot My lips were?”

Me: “Yes.”

Jesus: “If you are to partake from My cup and drink what I am drinking, what does this mean?”

Me: “That I will drink the same thing You drink.”

Jesus: “Yes, but this comes with a price.”

Immediately, I saw the veil being moved. I was instantly at Golgotha, only this time, He had not passed away yet.  He was still suffering on the Cross.

Jesus: “What do you see?”

Me: “You are hanging there in pain.”

Jesus: “What else?”

Me: “You are fully exposed and laid bare.  You are bloodied, battered and You are in pain.”

Just then, I saw a Roman guard with a sign that mocked Jesus. The sign said, “The King of the Jews.”  It was in another language, but I knew what it said.  Then I saw that His closest friends had left Him.

I heard people yelling horrible things about Him and I saw these huge demons flying around above all of them. They were like dragons.  I was horrified again to see it from this viewpoint above the Cross.

Jesus: “Here, take another drink from My cup.”

I hesitated this time. He began to smile, but reassured me that it was okay.  He gave me a big hug from the side, like I was His friend.

Jesus: “To walk with Me and to partake in Me is to be punished because of Me.  Do you understand?”

Me: “But, by faith, I believe You will keep me safe from harm.”

Jesus: “Yes, I will deliver you from your trials.”

Me: “So, You will still allow me to go through them?”

I cried. Tears were streaming now.  I wanted Him to take the pain and not allow it.

Jesus: “I said I would deliver you from your trials, not keep you from them.  What good would that do?  Why so down?  Be encouraged.  Soon your trials will be over.”

He then motioned two angels with boxes I recognized. The first angel opened one of the boxes.  Inside was this beautiful uncut emerald, or beryl, stone.  He picked it up.  I recognized it.  He handed it to me and I saw its origin.  It was from Africa.  Gazing into it, I saw wars and blood shed over this stone.  It was a stone of high price.

Jesus: “Look.”

Smiling, He took it into His hands and cupped it. He formed something so bright that beams radiated out of the holes in His hands.  He breathed on it and He reached down and used cloth at the base of His armor to polish the stone.  He then handed it to me.

Jesus: “A gift for You.”

I just sat there in awe.

Jesus: “Look.”

In that moment, I saw every deceptive thing that was in the core of this stone now had been reshaped into this precise, multifaceted stone.

Jesus: “Look even more closely.”

I saw the course of my entire life in this jewel. I cried.  The little angel swooped up and collected my tears again to take them to be recorded.  He then motioned the second angel with the other box.  He opened it and there was a heart of gold.

Jesus: “This means everything to Me.”  He put the heart into the palm of His hand.  “Look.”

I could see everything from my life from beginning to the end. I saw everything and every moment I did something kind.  I saw things I had not even realized were significant to anyone.  Everything was recorded in that heart; all of it.

Then He took the heart and He placed it on my chest as another angel came to assist. He pulled out my heart that was damaged and dying.  He took the broken pieces and He replaced it with this new heart.  I was in tears.

The very thing that I had prayed for my entire life, He had just performed heart surgery. I looked over at Him as I wept and He rested my head on His shoulder.  He is everything:  My Father, my King, my Husband, my Author, my Lawyer, my Cup, my Portion, my Surgeon, my Healer, my Deliverer and my Redeemer.

This was the King of glory and He is holy. In that moment, I could feel warmth, healing, nurturing, love and compassion.  There was no bitterness, just joy.  I had a new heart.  He let me cry there for some time.

Jesus: “You have something for Me.”

I remembered the little dying bird in my pocket. I handed it to Him.  He held it in His hand and it became a beautiful little dove.  It had golden feathers and silver wings.  I recognized it.  He breathed on it and handed it back to me.

I had so much joy. It was alive and plump.  It had a pretty song.  It stood on my left shoulder.  He then squeezed my shoulder and kissed the right side of my forehead.  This time, He was a friend and a comforter, like an older brother.

Jesus: “Erin, where is your armor today?”  I looked down and realized I just had my gown on.  He smiled.  “Put on your armor if you are going to go into battle.”

Me: “Why can I not stay here now?”

He waved His arm and there I saw a picture of my children attending my funeral.

Jesus: “Because you must show your children how to put on their armor.  After all, we are in the midst of an epic battle.”

He took me to a railing. Over the edge of the railing I saw the Earth.  Over the Earth was a much greater battle than I had ever imagined.  It was more epic than at the ladder and the beast always seemed to be at the center of the battle.

Jesus: “Pray for your Sister’s armor to be strong.  Pray for them.”

I now saw over the entire Middle East. I saw a circle of deception, a perimeter and the basic strategy of war.  I saw the enemy in full circle around Israel.  I saw a runner, or a type of swift horse, running to different points on the circle.

The runner was carrying a scroll or script. The script was filled with orchestrated lies and tactics.  I saw back ended deals of every kind.  The scroll was being passed all around.  At each place, the scroll was opened and then signed as if a contract was being formed.

The scroll contained the order of events from the enemy. The red dragon was forming an alliance with the black dragon.  The black dragon represented the brothers of the dark covenant and were opposite of all that was good.

There were dark lords and princes at every passing of the scroll. The scroll also contained a script for peace in order to declare a later great deception.  I saw Israel in a covering like a bright diamond in the center of the desert.

The lords were planning to crush the diamond and break it apart. The dark lords envied the brightness that Israel represents.  Israel is a bright and shining star with Heavenly favor.

Me: “Lord, it is worse than I thought.  When will this happen?”

He began to show me formations in the stars and something else that cast a shadow. It was unclear.

Me: “Lord, I do not understand.”

Jesus: “They have a script, but My Father is the Author.”

Me: “Are You coming soon?”

He gave me that big smile again and I just knew that I was not going to have an answer. He waved for the angel and the children began to sing “My Deliverer” again.  As I looked back, I saw Him speaking again to several people.

His eyes looked into mine. He smiled and touched His chest over His heart with His right hand and chuckled.  I put my hand over my new heart and took a bow to Him.  I looked and He laughed.

As I walked with the angel, I saw His white horse. It had a beautiful war dress over it.  It looked so majestic and strong.  I gave the horse a kiss on the nose.  The angel helped me at the Portal.

Angel: “Go to the Word and look at the patterns of war through the ages and through the annals.  Nothing is new.  There are signs before you.  Read Psalms 45, gird your sword and go forward in truth.”

Me: “Pardon me?”  I was clearly confused.

Angel: “Psalm 34 and Psalm 91 are for you.  The King is requesting that you be in your full armor now.”

Dream over…

I wrote everything down, recorded it and stayed in worship and fellowship with Him for some time. I thanked Him for the battles and trials.  Yes, I even thanked Him that He did not save me from the trials for I know that He will deliver me from them.

When He will do this, I have no idea, but I take comfort in Him. In His Words, I can trust.  Paul further lends encouragement to us as warriors in Christ in 2 Corinthians 6:1-11.  Please meditate in prayer on this.

We do not have much time here to leave our message of Christ’s love. Be blessed, use discernment and prayer.  Reference your Bibles and wield them as your swords.  Now, go forth in victory.

Love and blessings…Sparrow

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