Dream 277 – Uriel, Doors, False Idols and Ungrateful Guests
Finished on Sunday, April 15, 2018
Started on Sunday, February 25, 2018
Communion
Dear Father,
Thank You for another day! Thank You for all that we have. Thank You for my husband, children and friends. Thank You for Your faithfulness when all seems lost. I had an interesting dream last night that woke me from my sleep. It was a very clear dream…
Sub-Dream 1 “Smashing Idols” description begins…
I now owned a very large mansion. It had many beautiful rooms and was quite elaborate. It was somewhat Georgian in style. It had a huge porch, along with massive white columns. Interestingly, it was clad in stone instead of the usual brick.
I was preparing to entertain guests from all over the world. To get here, the guests had to travel on a very confusing highway system filled with tollbooths, cloverleaf configurations and turnpikes. While God had told me to prepare for my party, I found it odd that so many coming would have no idea what I even looked like.
The day before the guests were to arrive, I had luxurious featherbed toppers and several types of high-end pillows brought in for the mattresses in each of the bedrooms. God had previously instructed me to order these as not one person under my roof was to be uncomfortable during their stay.
I was still a bit concerned though as our mansion was so incredibly large that it was taking me quite a bit longer than expected to prepare each of the rooms. All of the rooms were to be decked out in style as God had provided me with the means to purchase the finest linens, towels and table settings for my soon-to-arrive guests.
As I finished the last of the preparations, I thanked God yet again for this amazing mansion that He had provided for us, along with all that was now contained within it. To my surprise, I then heard some commotion at our front door and realized that guests were already starting to arrive. This was earlier than expected.
As I now had no time to change out of my cleaning attire, I answered the door just as I was. Because I was dressed in an unexpected manner, the guests did not seem to connect me as also being the owner of the house. I laughed because, even though I told each of them my name, they still were unable to ‘connect the dots’.
While each of the guests still treated me cordially, they were addressing me as if I was the hired help and not the owner of the venue and the hostess of the event. I decided to ‘play the part’ and showed each of the guests to their rooms as they arrived.
Each person gushed to me about how awesome the mansion that God had provided us with was and that they felt so welcome. I then decided to check in on the two main banquet tables being set up for dinner. While I had outside assistance with the meal preparations, I was still responsible for the setup of these two tables.
As I did this, I started to do some mental arithmetic and quickly realized that the number of place settings would be insufficient for the number of guests that had arrived. Since I already had an offer to purchase a second mansion, I decided that this purchase now needed to go through immediately to accommodate my extra guests.
I went up to the woman selling it and reiterated that I was still interested in purchasing her mansion. She seemed completely surprised by this, almost as if she had never taken my original offer seriously in the first place. I quickly realized that she had not.
Me: “Many more guests than I had expected have arrived at my home. In order to accommodate these extra guests, I really need to finalize my purchase of your mansion immediately.”
Woman: Laughing at me. “Seriously? You could never afford this place. Why are you even wasting my time?”
Me: I kept calm. “Listen, here is the phone number for my bank. Call them and they will verify that I can afford this.”
Woman: “Okay, fine…I will.”
Prior to phoning the bank, she looked up their contact information to make sure the number I had given her was really the bank. It was. She dialed up the bank and asked to speak to the bank manager. She was patched through immediately.
While a bank manager would never do this in real life due to privacy concerns, she then proceeded to tell this woman the incredible amount in my account available for my disposal, all of it as provided to me by God. Rather than looking happy about a ‘sure sale’, she looked jealous and angry with me.
Woman: Shaking her head in suppressed anger. “See all of these statues and other items here?” She pointed to a bunch of idols. “I have worked my whole life to accumulate these things and I will only sell this house to you if you purchase these as well.”
I looked over to the wall she was pointing to and noticed that there were at least a hundred lighted cubbies in a variety of built in cabinets. Each cubby contained a separate idol and were lit in dramatic fashion.
I felt utter disgust with these idols rise up in my heart. There was no way I was going to dishonor God by including these in the purchase. To my surprise, I suddenly heard the Lord prompt me to go ahead and purchase the idols with the home. While I was shocked to hear this, I knew that He had a plan, as He always does.
Me: “Okay, yes, I will purchase these idols with your home.”
As this woman had evil intentions in requiring this, she seemed quite pleased with my apparent compromise. I phoned the bank manager and asked that she, along with a second witness, come to the house to notarize and finalize the contract of sale transaction.
For some reason, it was only then that I realized that I still had my broom with me, the one that I had been sweeping the other mansion with. At the Lord’s command, I was to then do something with the broom just as odd before the woman left.
I turned my broom upside down and grabbed one of the idols. I then threw it up in the air like a baseball. As it descended, and with perfect form, I used the broom handle to smash the idol while still in midair. I hit the idol so hard that it immediately disintegrated into a puff of white powder.
The woman screamed at me to stop as she scurried around trying to collect ‘her idols’. The bank manager and the witness informed her that they were no longer hers.
Manager: “I am sorry to tell you this, but those idols are no longer yours. Put them back as you gave up ownership of these when you sold them with the house.”
Woman: “I understand this, but she was to keep these, not destroy them!”
I shook my head in disagreement as I continued to pick up these idols and obliterate them.
Me: Smiling. “Why worry? Can you not see that I am using these for my purposes?”
Woman: “I can see that, but you are destroying my collection.”
Me: “Well, it is my collection now and I am now remodeling them…into pieces!”
Woman: “What a waste! These are beautiful! Some of these are thousands of years old. Who do you think you are to reshape history?”
Me: “You are wrong. These idols had been made in order to try to reshape ‘His story’, God’s story, His Creation. These idols are lies and they have no value. These idols serve no other purpose than to ruin lives and even souls. We are to worship and serve our One True Creator, God and His Son, Jesus!”
After I finished smashing the very last idol, I turned the broom back around and started to sweep up the grey particles of dust. I then deposited them into the furnace. I noticed that they were instantly burnt up completely.
After happily dismissing the now miserable woman, I went back to preparing my new mansion for the extra guests. I felt so happy about this awesome turn of events orchestrated by God Himself. After finalizing my preparations, I rushed back to my first mansion.
When I arrived there, I was quickly overwhelmed by how happy my guests were. I was also happy knowing that each of them had been sent by God Himself. I quietly blended in and listened as stories, positive for a change, were spoken about me.
As not one person had recognized me yet, I laughed to myself and felt no need to say anything. My guests were happy and it made me glad and so thankful to God for arranging all of this.
Sub-Dream 1 description over…
After this dream, I went back to sleep and had a second dream. This one seemed to have elements of continuation from the first dream. However, it also seemed to have elements relating to overindulgence and self-indulgence. For some reason, I was not led to write this second dream down.
As I sat there still amazed by the dream I had just written down, I suddenly remembered that I had just sent a letter yesterday to my L&I lawyer outlining all of the wrongs committed against me by this institution. L&I’s lack of medical care was so noteworthy and unusually severe that my lawyer received the letter outlining this with ‘gratitude’.
We then arranged a phone call. During our ensuing discussions, he then informed me that he would be forwarding this letter, along with all of the evidentiary documents supporting each of the corruption claims, to the State Senate, the House and to several L&I grassroots watchdog groups.
I was absolutely elated! Making this even more unusual is that this conversation with my lawyer happened on a Saturday, a day he usually does not work. After four long years of dealing with this corruption, I can finally see some action on bringing their corruption to the forefront on the horizon.
On the downside, my lawyer had also reminded me that L&I will be so angry about this that they will immediately stop my disability payments once they see this letter. These payments represent a loss of around $1,800 per month and will be sorely missed. That being said, I just know that this is what I am being called to do.
When my L&I lawyer asked if I was okay with this, I told him that I would prefer to live my life in dignity with less money than to continue to suffer with this income by being required to dance to their tune. I have to admit though…I am scared about this.
I have stepped out of the boat straight into a raging storm and I am scared. Though I am now going to be walking on rough seas, I fully trust in Jesus for all that we have and for all that is about to happen.
After reflecting on this for a while, I decided to open up my Bible. I opened the pages and there was Your Word in Isaiah 43:19 about You ‘doing a new thing’. When I realized just how applicable this was to my current situation, I began to cry.
Soon after this, I was then led to read Dream 252. This is a rare occurrence as I rarely read any of my old dreams unless my husband points something out in one of them. I read this dream and I just started to weep at all that He has done for us.
Oh Father, I love You and Your ways so much. Though Your ways are often difficult for us to comprehend, they also remind us that there is no other god like You and that You are our ONLY God!
From beginning to end, I can see that Your divine tapestry has been intricately woven. Though painful at times, Your plans are complex, perfect and so incredibly beautiful. The events You have orchestrated are so amazing that I just know that no one else could have orchestrated this but You, our Living God.
Father, You are our Idol, but not in the way that society worships human idols. You are our Superhero, but not in the way our kids, and so many adults as well, worships superheroes. You are the Lover of our souls and the Keeper of our hearts.
Oh Father, Your rod and staff comfort me, so thank You so very much. I am even grateful that You continue to chastise and discipline those of us who love You with all of our hearts (Hebrews 12). Without Your instruction, Your Spirit Who lives inside of us, we would be lost. Thank You!
Received on Sunday, March 25, 2018
I had two dreams last night…
Sub-Dream 2 “Living next to a deranged man” description begins…
I was young again in this dream, but not Transformed. This was unusual. However, I still had all of the life experiences and knowledge that I have today. While I was with all five of our children, my aunt was here with me as well.
We were travelling through a distant city and were to stop at the home of a very wealthy and powerful woman. As this woman knew my aunt, she invited us in for dinner and we agreed.
The front of her home was almost entirely made up of windows. This overlooked a city skyline, one that I did not recognize. If I had to guess, I would say it was on the east coast, perhaps Baltimore.
After a wonderful meal, we said our ‘goodbyes’ and ‘thankyous’ and proceeded to the car. To our surprise, our car simply refused to start. My aunt went to the door and asked if we could stay there until help came.
The woman that had just been so nice to us and had treated us like guests was now treating us like we were paupers after her things. I heard my aunt drop some names of mutually influential people and asked if she could merely borrow the phone instead if we were too much of a bother.
The woman suddenly recalled that my aunt was as connected as she was and changed her attitude. She then addressed all of us and asked if we would like to spend the night there. At this point, none of us were comfortable staying at this woman’s house as she was clearly unstable.
The woman insisted and my aunt reassured us that it would be only one night. On the basis that we knew help would come in the morning, we reluctantly agreed to stay the night. The woman’s butler showed us to our rooms.
I then found it odd because my aunt and five children all had bedrooms in the back of the home, but mine was in the front of the home. My room had many windows and I was soon astonished to see that each window had multiple window coverings.
This was actually quite comical. Each window had plantation shutters, roller shades, roman shades, valances and draw drape panels. It made no sense. All of the drapes, valances and roman shades were both lined and interlined. Other than this incredibly odd window arrangement, the room itself was actually quite lovely.
Butler: “I need to warn you to not touch anything. You are to simply sleep here and not move or break anything. My ‘madam’ is very particular and she has guests arriving in a couple of days.”
Thinking that he was only referring to items on side tables and furniture, I nodded my head in agreement. They were probably worried I would rearrange things since they knew that I was an interior designer.
After the butler left, I closed the door to my room. After I did this, I could hear some whispered goodnights taking place down the hallway. I decided to open the drapes, raise the heavy roman shades and opened the shutters.
The view was simply breathtaking. The city lights were amazing. As I scanned the various buildings, I noticed something strange. There was a deranged man straight ahead of me in his own windowed room. Since we were on the same floor, he was looking directly at me.
He somehow knew my name and pointed at me as he screamed it out. He started to laugh at me. I now knew why the windows were covered so heavily. I quickly closed the shutters, pulled the drapes down, then the roman shades and pulled closed the panels. I was greatly disturbed by this crazed man that I had just seen.
I was now a bit out of breath and laid back down on the bed in exhaustion. While I liked this house, you could not pay me enough to live next door to this guy. When I mentally calculated the floorplan, I realized that the room I was in was the only room in the house that had a view of ‘the crazed man’.
I was awakened in the morning by a knock on my door. It was my aunt and she informed me that we could go as a service man had already been there to fix the car. I quickly gathered my things and took them to the car. The butler than helped us load our suitcases into our car. He seemed mad at me, so I addressed him…
Me: “Is everything okay?”
Butler: “I see that you did not listen to my instructions. You were not to touch anything in the room you were staying.”
Me: “I am sorry. I just didn’t think you meant the window coverings as well. Opening these are usually never frowned upon.”
Butler: “Well now you know the reason for this rule, right?”
Me: “Yes, and I am truly sorry that I did not listen to you.”
Butler: “That room was my employers until the man came. Now she sleeps elsewhere. The room is now seldom used as a result of this man.”
Me: “Who is that mad man?”
Butler: “We are not exactly sure except that we know that he is a tormentor.”
Me: “Why does she not just simply move?”
Butler: “She refuses to and has decided to ignore what is staring at her.”
Me: “She is either brave or foolish, but I do not know which one she is.”
That seemed to loosen him up. I could tell he agreed with me but was not wanting to say anything derogatory against his employer. After a short pause, he simply could not help himself.
Butler: Smiling and nodding. “Perhaps both.”
After we said goodbye and was on the road again, my aunt, our kids and I decided to pray for the woman and her situation. Though she was rich, she still lived a life that was poor. She was tormented daily by this demented man. We prayed that she could soon find the divine peace that only God can deliver.
Sub-Dream 2 description over…
Sub-Dream 3 “Ungrateful friends” description begins…
I was Transformed in this dream and once again young. I was young but not Transformed in the previous dream. I was joyful again. I was with several of my friends and each of us were planning weddings.
My friends each had very specific ways in which they wanted their weddings to be. However, they were all so caught up in the details that they seemed to have forgotten that the wedding was a ceremony of witnesses to a spiritual union or contract. I said nothing because I was enjoying listening to all of their plans.
For some reason, my days were now being spent driving around looking at different venues for my friends. I was there to be a support to them and to hunt down various ideas for them to consider. Even though I was planning a wedding of my own, these friends barely thanked me and acted like I was obligated to do this for them.
I suddenly realized that not one of them asked me what I wanted for my wedding. I decided to keep my desires to myself. I became sad after awhile knowing that they did not care to find out what I desired or delighted in even though I was taking the time to ask them what they desired. My Groom saw my sadness and came over to me…
My Groom: “Erin, if you could have anything, what would it be?”
I was overjoyed that He would ask me this, but I really did not have a great answer. I just simply had not thought about what I had wanted for myself. After a pause to think, I smiled and gave Him my reply…
Me: “I want my wedding flowers to include peonies. I love peonies. Oh yes, I also love beautiful lilies. Other than this, I just want to marry You and celebrate with a beautiful dinner. Oh yes, I also want lots of laughter and perhaps even some dancing.”
My Groom: “These are reasonable requests. Perhaps you can run this by your friends. They are your friends, right?”
Me: I thought for a moment. “Yes. I think they are happy for me. I will tell them about the flowers I would like.”
On the following day, I was meeting up with some of my friends at a small street café. I had stopped at a florist before meeting them. I picked up some amazing peonies and lilies there. The florist then added some sweet peas to the mix. It ended up being the most beautiful bouquet I had ever seen here on Earth.
Me: “This is a precious priceless gift from God. Their beauty is just too wonderful for me. I am in complete awe of this beautiful bouquet that you have arranged for me.”
Florist: “Erin, these are my gift to you. I have noticed that you come by here every day and look at these flowers. Perhaps you could paint some watercolors and I will hang them on my walls.”
Me: “I will give you a watercolor as my gift for these. I will hire you for my wedding.”
I reached over and hugged the kind florist. I had a huge grin and a skip in my step as I left her shop. I could hardly wait to share my flower choices with my friends. When I arrived at the café, I noticed that each of my friends were completely immersed in their own plans. They were so immersed that they barely noticed that I had arrived.
I then noticed that none of them seemed happy now. After listening in, I realized they were arguing about the details of each of their wedding venues. They barely even looked at me. One of my friends finally addressed me, but only because she noticed how amazing my bouquet of flowers were.
Friend 1: “Who gave you these flowers?”
Me: “My florist. These are the flowers I will be using for my wedding.”
Friend 1: “You can’t have lilies. Those are my flower.”
Friend 2: “Peonies? Seriously? They bruise easily and are for old people.”
Friend 3: “You must be kidding. Sweet peas? Sweet peas are nothing more than a trailing weed.”
I listened to them as their complaints escalated. After a few minutes of being told how stupid my selections were, I decided to address them in a positive manner.
Me: “Well, I like them. They are perfect for me. Your opinions are just that and my opinion is all that matters in this case. In my opinion, I love my selections.”
Friend 1: “I suppose that you are now going to tell us that your wedding is outside.”
Friend 2: “Yes, where are you planning to have your wedding and reception. Do you not know that all of the venues are taken? There is no place to have yours.”
Me: “I have a small white church by a beautiful overlook. We are having our wedding and ceremony there.”
They all looked at me and were now laughing at my reply.
Friend 4: “Hmm, low budget.”
Me: “It is perfect for me. My Father said that He would provide for my every need.”
Friend 3: Scoffing at me. “Given your background and talents, we expected so much more from you.”
Me: “Well, no one ever said anything to me.”
Friend 1: “You are our biggest threat.”
Me: “This is our weddings. This is supposed to be a joyful day.”
At this point, they barely acknowledged what I said. I noticed that they no longer cared to include me. When I said goodbye, no one even gave me any thought. I did not understand what happened. I went home and wondered if anyone whom I had invited would even be coming to my wedding.
When I arrived home, there was a note on my door. The note said the following…
“Dearest Daughter, I delight in you and I have taken care of every detail concerning your special day. I have made note of everything which I knit into your being, including all things beautiful which has brought you special joy. No detail will be overlooked. Do you trust Me to do all I have said?”
I looked up to Heaven with a smile on my face and replied…
Me: ”Yes, Father, what do I have to lose? Please do everything according to Your Will. Your Will is perfect. My will has flaws, obstacles and struggles. I give my plans all up to You and for Your glory.”
Sub-Dream 3 description over…
Received on Friday, April 13, 2018
Communion
Dear Father,
Thank You for this day, another day here! This is the first day that it has felt like spring here. Nissan is the beginning of spring and the Hebrew word for spring is Aviv. Av means Father and Iv is the representation of 12. Aviv is therefore also seen as the ‘Father of the 12 months of the year’.
Passover also represents a new beginning and a time to set the captives free. Today is the 28th of Nissan. According to historians, Nissan 28 marks the day in which the walls crumbled at Jericho.
Father, I am exhausted. In the heat of all of my troubles, I reacted and became upset. Before that, I had remained quiet, which displayed wisdom. All we have is Yours, Father. None of our tests or trials are a surprise to You.
Soon we will come to the conclusion of a very difficult seven-month block of hammering. This has been a time when a sleeping tiger was awakened. The 8th month is representative of ‘new beginnings’, so we will wait for the conclusion of this trial.
Father, during this time, my joy has been greatly diminished. I know that, according to Your Word, the joy of the Lord is my strength. When the wall was built in Jerusalem and the people were still downcast and exhausted, God commanded them to find joy and celebrate.
They were to celebrate their new beginnings and the completion of their rebuilding of the wall despite great opposition. In Psalm 28:7, the Lord is my strength and shield. I trust Him with all of my heart. He helps me and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in songs of thanksgiving.
I have found joy in the animals around our yard. The deer do not run from me. They instead stand near me and are unafraid. They trust that I will not harm them. The squirrels come near as do the other small animals and birds. It makes my heart joyful.
The eagles are now mating and dance with each other in the air. They do this ‘two by two’. It has been amazing to see this ‘up close’. I realize through this all that I am truly small. My only significance is what You deem it to be.
All of my achievements, talents, skills and rewards were all granted to me by You and at Your command. All we do is to be for Your use and Your glory. In a Word to me from a few days ago, You gave me instructions and told me that You have placed a door in front of me. The door before me is massive, but it is closed.
Jesus: “Erin, come up.”
In front of me was a massive door. The door had four panels and was made of very thick wood. The doorknob was bronze and was situated higher than my reach. I pushed at the door to open it, but it was shut.
I sat down next to the door with my back against it. I rested my hands on my cheeks and looked down at the ground. I let out a massive sigh. Just then, Uriel was standing right in front of me.
Uriel: “Erin, stand up.”
He reached out for my hand and I extended mine to hold his. I was once again quickly brought back up on my feet thanks to Uriel.
Me: “Uriel, I cannot open this door. I cannot even reach the doorknob.”
Uriel: “Then you are to wait, Erin. I am here to instruct you on doors.”
Me: “Okay, I need help.”
Uriel: “This door has been presented to you by God. The door here is a promise to you that, through this door, is a new beginning for you. Through this door, death will not find you.”
Me: “I do not understand, Uriel.”
Uriel: “You have been second guessing God’s promises because He did not show you the way in which He would deliver you. Because you expected only good things according to your comfort level, you were not expecting more discomfort. This is common to man because God showed you He would deliver you from your current state. You expected deliverance would happen, not for your state to worsen.”
Me: “Yes. Last September was not great, but I never imagined things would become quite like this.”
Uriel: “So, you felt as if God had abandoned you. You have felt alone and hurt, even angry. However, did God not tell you that He would deliver you in a way you think not? Your will for events and timing caused disappointment as they did not match God’s plan.
“When you look back to see His promises after they have been fulfilled, you will see what He was saying to you and that all of it lined up perfectly with what has occurred. So, Erin, are you unhappy with God’s Will or His timing?”
Me: “Well, I cannot lie to God. Yes, I was unhappy with Him. It has been distressing, heartbreaking even. Oh Uriel, I love God, my Father, and I love Jesus, His Son and my Lord and God. He has called me friend yet I have felt abandoned. I did not know what I did to bring this on. I thought I had done what was honorable in His sight.”
Uriel: “Sometimes it is not about your personal comfort, Erin. Are you now speaking as a lump of clay to God the Potter and directing the shape of things?”
Me: “No, Uriel. I just thought that my vessel was ready because He said it was.”
Uriel: “A vessel used for God’s service is still God’s. You have offered up yourself for God’s glory, not your personal comfort. He can just as easily place you on the cooling shelf to be ornamental and collect dust. Now repent of this and surrender it to God.”
Me: I began to cry to God now. “I am sorry, Father. I thought You delighted in me. I was careful to keep my heart on You. I was angry at You when it seemed that the currents of the sea were taking us further away from Your peaceful shores.
“We had been swept away by massive torrents and by swells so high that we could not see the horizon. We could see no land at all. We had lost hope. Our mouths said what we thought You wanted to hear, not what we really felt.
“We called out to You when the sharks began to circle. Fear had made our bodies freeze. We could no longer tread water as even our movements endangered us. I am sorry, God. We surrender all that we are to You.”
Uriel: “Erin, God has not abandoned you. He is with you. Do not listen to the murmurs, gossip and rumors of fools. They will be held accountable by God. Remember that to obey is better than sacrifice.
“A door can also be a place where God will keep you free from harm. This was displayed when God’s people marked their door posts and went inside to be sheltered by the hand of God. They did this so that, when the angel of death swept over Egypt, the first born of the marked doors were spared.
“Some doors have locks. However, God has given you keys to unlock these doors. Once opened, and since you are the key holder, you have full authority to walk in and enter through the door. Sometimes there are multiple doors and only one key.”
Me: “Yes, and there are other times when there are multiple keys and only one door. I guess a key could also be a nugget of wisdom or knowledge that then unlocks an otherwise closed door.”
Uriel: “Very good, Erin. Keys require action when a door is presented. When you are given keys but no door is presented, then you hold these keys close to you until the door is placed before you.”
Me: “What if there is no key or no lock?”
Uriel: “Then there is no action on your part required until God commands an action. Now, when a wicked man sees that a door is closed to him and he desires entry uninvited and goes by another route, the man is a thief as the door has not been opened to him. This man then stops at nothing to enter in. He then comes to steal, rob and destroy all that lies within. Therefore, give your lives over for God’s purposes as it is written that the Lord is the Door of the Sheep.
Me: “What if the doors presented are not God’s doors?”
Uriel: “Do not enter even when it seems comfortable or familiar. You should pray instead. Erin, a door has been presented many times to you by God. Do you not know the difference by now?”
Me: “Yes, Uriel, I do. I just asked because doors are presented all of the time. It also seems as if the enemy’s doors are open all of the time.”
Uriel: “While the temptation to walk through these doors is there, God has not done this to you. Despite the relentless petitions the enemy has made for you and your household, no new petitions have been granted. All doors have been shut and the enemy can only gain access through old petitions, but even then only as allowed by God.”
Me: “Hmm, so the enemy can still gain access to us through old permissions?”
Uriel: “You need to do more than just pray and petition. You will soon be required to act. Now look here…it is a door.”
I turned and there, right in front of me, was this still closed massive door. I suddenly recalled God’s Words from the Bible. Ask and it shall be given to you. Seek and you will find. Knock and the door will be opened to you.
Uriel: “Go ahead, Erin.”
I turned back to the door and knocked loudly. Instead of opening inwards as I had expected, the door instead opened towards me. I went to open it some more and I heard the voice of Jesus echoing towards the opening…
Jesus: “Erin, are you inviting Me to dine with you?”
Me: “Yes, Lord, yes!”
Jesus: “Then let us dine together. I have give you a key, Erin. I know all that you have been through. I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut. I know that you have little strength, yet you have kept My Word and have not denied My Name.”
Just after I heard this, there He was, right at the door. He smiled at me through the doorway. I smiled when I noticed that He was wearing His crown.
Jesus: “Erin, you came. Come, I have prepared a place for you at My table. Come, Erin, come.”
He reached out His hand towards me. I put my hand in His.
Me: “Are more coming?”
Jesus: “Of course. I have opened a door that no one can shut and I have shut a door that no one can open. Do not worry, Erin, as I have a wonderful supper planned. I have both refreshing water and wine. Are you ready?”
Me: “Yes!”
Jesus: “Then come”
I stepped towards Him and the beautiful door that had now been opened.
Dream over…
Received on Sunday, April 15, 2018
Communion
Dear Father,
Thank You for another day! Thank You for this beautiful home and a home full of healthy children who love You! Thank You for my husband! Thank You for these dreams. As You know, I had an epic dream just last night…
Sub-Dream 4 “Generous Gift, Jealous Friend” description begins…
I was called to assist a friend of mine with a remodeling project. She was a real estate agent only and was not qualified to offer her services as a remodeler concerning this property.
The home was in the center of a new business area. The property was huge and the lot alone was worth millions of dollars. While the home’s exterior was mainly white, the shake roof, gables and window frames were a beautiful contrasting black.
There were several small outbuildings which were like guest cottages. The couple who owned it had let the property go into disarray. When we entered through the front door, it soon became apparent that no one was taking the time to care for the core integrity of this home.
There were layers built on top of previous layers. Instead of removing old flooring, new flooring was simply placed on top of the old flooring. Without saying a word, I could see that underneath several of the torn-up layers were beautiful original features. I could see that this place had a lot of potential.
The real estate agent friend of mine kept focusing the sellers on selling to developers that would tear down the place. She believed that the purchase price of the house would be small in comparison to what they could get if they sold it to developers instead.
I somehow knew that the sellers did not have financial problems and were indifferent about whether they made a few extra bucks by selling the property to developers. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the sellers had casual clothing that were high-end.
The closing argument I had for this couple being secretly wealthy is that they had two small dogs that I knew would have cost them a fortune. The dogs were ‘mini-breeds’ of larger dogs. One of the dogs was a teacup Siberian husky. The other dog was a miniature Dalmatian. They were both incredible cute.
My real estate friend was trying to convince the couple to sell to developers as she knew that it would go for more thereby inflating her commission. The selling couple soon noticed that she had little interest in selling the property to someone that actually wanted the house to remain. They looked puzzled as to why I was there…
Couple (sellers): “Who is this?”
Friend (real estate agent): “She is an interior designer.”
Couple: “Did you bring her to solidify your case for selling to developers and subsequent teardown?” They then turned towards me. “So then, what exactly is your opinion on this property?”
My real estate friend looked pleased as she was certain that I would solidify her ‘case’.
Me: “Quite simply, I wish I had the ability to purchase this place. It is stunning. With some work, it could be restored and be such a beautiful home. This home, once restored, would be so appealing that many guests would want to come and visit.”
Couple: They seemed stunned at my response. “Please elaborate.”
Me: “This home is a hidden jewel that just needs some attention.”
Couple: “What would your vision be for our home?”
Me: “Perhaps it could be turned into an Inn or even a wedding venue. There are cottages on the property and these could be used for guests. One of the cottages had even been a chapel at one time. While the grounds need some care, there are already beautiful flowering vines and trees that would fit in perfectly.
“If you wanted to, I believe that horses could thrive here. There is also a small pond that looks like a swamp right now. This could easily be restored by removing the overgrown algae that covers it. Your home is so beautiful that I can already see beauty here despite the need for a cleanup.”
Couple: They were excited over what I had just said. “What is your name?”
Me: “Erin.”
Couple: “Well, Erin, today is your day. We are giving all of this to you as a gift.”
Friend: “Oh no, no, no, you cannot do that!”
Me: “What? I am sorry but I don’t understand. What?”
Couple: “The Lord had told us that He would send someone to restore all of this. He told us that our home would once again be beautiful and would bring much joy to those who visit. So, Erin, here is the deed to our property. We will also transfer sufficient funds to you to not only restore it but maintain it as well.
“Because your taxes will then go up as the area around the property has grown considerably more valuable, we have also provided enough to cover this as well. Even though the ruler of the area will try to drive you into trouble, you will now have no need to worry about anything. We hope you will accept our gift with joy.”
Me: I was still in complete shock. “Oh yes, yes, of course, yes!”
Couple: “Then sign right here and all of this is yours.”
The couple then handed me some papers. It appeared to be a deed along with some bank documents. We then heard my friend groan in disgust. The couple turned to address my friend on this unexpected turn.
Couple: “We understand that you are a notary. This is why we asked you to be here. Do not worry as we will reimburse you for your time.”
My friend was in complete shock. She looked back at her email and just now realized that she had never been asked to be a real estate agent, only to serve as a notary. My friend reluctantly pulled out her notary stamp and sealed and witnessed the documents being signed. There were three sets of papers to be signed so this took some time.
The couple then paid my friend much more than what her notary services were worth. They had decided to pay my friend an amount equal to her ‘lost commission’, an amount in the six figures. Even though this was a shocking amount, my friend was not content. She was instead burning with jealousy over my gift from the couple.
After this, the couple walked me over to the largest room in the house. It was a dancehall with a mirrored ceiling. The mirrors were tacky and cracked. The couple laughed and turned towards me to ask me a question.
Couple: “Are you ready to tear down this ceiling? I know that you want to.”
I noticed that there were several strings attached to the ceiling. These strings were, in turn, all controlled by one long rope. We stood in the hallway through the door of this massive room. The mirrored ceiling was not above us here.
I pulled the rope with all of my strength and the glass ceiling came crashing down. We stood in awe at how beautiful the now showing original ceiling was. There was beautiful carved handiwork everywhere, along with some amazing frescoed paintings.
All of this craftmanship surrounded a beautiful fully operational skylight that was able to be opened at will. I could see the stars through the skylight. It was so romantic and beautiful that it took our breath away.
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