HisLightbeam

Yeah, rejoice Virtuous, shout, girl!!!!

LOL, Virtuous, you did that! What a mighty God we serve!

I had this dream of living in this L-shaped trailer home. I drove up to it in a white vintage camaro, which was in emmaculate condition. It had a fiery looking emblem on the hood. Yellowish. I parked under a pine tree. It was night time, and I had just got off work. I had on some beige cowboy boots. I walked up the steps to the front door, and found that it was not locked. I was not apprehensive. I was feeling secure. When I got inside, I found that the windows and other doors were not locked. There were two more outer doors. In my mind, I was like my nephews left all this unlocked. When I got to the L-shape crook in the trailer, I knew it was my bedroom and I was around the corner. I could not see around it. Two people came from my room. A black man and a white lady. They had been in my bed. I asked them if they had sex in my bed. They were looking sheepish. I asked them if they left residue, and they said yes. I said, well, you have to clean that up. Not all rough and upset, but more like, I was calm and commanding, and unafraid of them, even though they were strangers and I had never seen them before. I was thinking, now they know they are going to jail. But before they go, they are correcting this situation. Then I woke up.

I am trying to get this dream out before I forget it. I dream every night, all night long. I have never dreamed of this person, and I don't really know the significance of it, but I will google him later. I dreamed that I was working for this company and every thing from the decor of the offices to the main lobby was very luxurious. The wallpaper was sumptious, the colors were velvety red, green, gold, silver, just beautiful like Christmas. The floor tile was the same colors, mixed with beige and tan. The circular desk was deep mahogany, and trimmed with cushiony black leather on the inside where people sit. The phone was white with a gold round dialer. The pens were gold. I was dressed in a white skirt, white sweater vest, and a beautiful white top. I had a notepad and pen in the crook of my elbow. There were different people doing different things, but I hardly noticed them. I was trying to finish my work.
Then this man stepped in front of me and handed me the phone from the desk. He told me the number he wanted me to call. It had seven digits, and was like 715-3330, or 712-3330. Something like that. He said it was the number for Zig Zigler and that he was expecting my call. He said it kind of fast. I should have written it down, but I forgot it as soon as I began to dial, because of who it was I was calling. I turned to him to ask him to repeat the number, but he was gone. I was thinking about how I could get the number, when Zig Zigler got ready to arrive and meet me. He was in the upper level of the building. It was in my mind that he was up there, even though I couldn't see him. I just "knew" it.

Praise the Lord sisters!! Just watch for any type of divisive mess. The enemy is crafty. He use anyone to make bitter roots in us. He is depending on us to blame the messenger and not the one who sends the message.

Your tho thilly!!!

Well, is it time for you to consider cutting back on your financial expenditures? Just my thoughts, but please pray about what I said. I pray that God gives you a full revelation on this.

Are you speaking of jack o' lanterns, Philip10? I kind of get where you are trying to go with that, but I read this post and I thought of harvest time, last of the crops that come in. I think of pumpkin as fruit, with the seeds. I think of this as a harvest dream. I do think of it as ministry at a level that you are comfortable with, that you have stewardship over.

Yes, Lola, I agree with you there. Love, it has been my experience that a black dog in my dream indicates an attack if the dog is running towards me, growling is a threat but no actual harm, if they are just sitting, the enemy is observing me to see what he can kill, steal or destroy about me or what God has given to me in stewardship. Only once did I dream of a black dog changing its shape, because this concerned the enemy attempting to deceive me by illusion. That is, something that looks one way (of God) but is another way (deceitful and of the enemy). Maybe this is a warning dream from the Lord. Maybe this dog is representative of the enemy waiting for an opportunity to attack you in the place you would be fed in?...Just my thoughts my sisters. God always prepares us for the battle and the victory. He likes His children to be aware of what is going on. Job 33:14-17 says that the Lord speaks in the night in a vision to warn us, and to save us from harm, to turn us towards His truth, etc. Pray about it.

Yay, yah, yah, hallelujah, shabach glory!!!

What is the relationship that the single person should have with Christ? I am curious as to how other single people perceive their lives as it relates to the Capstone who holds it all together for us. You see, I share a dream that has been egged on by family sitcoms, love stories, and other such fantasies that take out of context what the institution of marriage is supposed to be and how to transition into that institution (besides actually getting married) from a life of singleness.

I desire to be married. I figured that out as a little girl from the time that I began to notice that little boys were attractive when dressed handsomely - apart from the occasional nose rooting - and that they liked little girls who wrestled well, and could spit as far as or farther than a boy, but they were in awe of little girls who wore prim skirts, cute ponytails, and were as dainty as buttercups. I then at that time decided that my weapons of warfare would be lip gloss and clear polish! However, since that time, I, like a catepillar, have gone through several life cycles to get where I am now.

I'll tell you, living life as a catepillar ain't easy. You know that catepillars attract all kinds of birds and other insects, don't you? That goes for us ladies as well. I didn't forget about you, fellas. Birds can be used as a symbol of unclean spirits, and this the context in which I am using today. You can attract a bird by doing what comes naturally to you. But when you come into the Body of Christ, a transformation occurs spiritually. Now, if only you will allow the Word of God to transform you mind, to transform your thinking. (Romans 12:2 Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.)

This "mind" transformation ensures that you are feeding your spirit man. It takes out the trash (all the things that have become habitual and are not good for your life). It develops the mind of Christ in you. Every change that you make in the spirit involves the will to do His Will in the soul of your mind and your emotions. We have to yield to the Spirit. The Spirit is gentle. He is not going to grab you by your wrist and pull you along. You have to make a choice to allow Him to be in control, to advise you, to counsel, to help you make wise choices that lead to life. None of this will stop the birds from coming. What bird doesn't desire the freshest, plumpest, most healthy looking fruit that they see? They will eat it down to the seed. What your transformation does do is help you to see the birds from where they are and for what they are before they can approach you to destroy you. There are some catepillars that emit a certain something that repulses birds. In the same way, living in the Spirit will repulse the birds. You can keep yourself by living in the Spirit.

Living in the Spirit - prayer, studying the Word, meditating on the Lord, singing psalms, spirtual songs and hymns, fasting, discerning right from wrong and make the correct choice between the two. As we continue to do these things, it becomes easier to tame the flesh, and force it to give way to the Spirit of the Lord. That is just practical. Romans 3:23 lets me know that I am not perfect, but I certainly desire to keep myself pure. Why would I engage in ungodly conduct that is not like God now that I know better. Yes, you may really not have known better previous to your conversion to Christ, but now that you know better, what are you going to do? Do we desire to be children of God, and to look like and act like the Lord, or do we want to be children in name only? Let the Lord lead you. Living in the Spirit will repulse the birds.

You may think, "but don't we have to live in the world"? Yes, we do. We can effectively evangelize and spend time with people without doing bazaar things. The Lord knows that we will be considered strange enough just by not doing the things that the world is doing which is contrary to the Lord's Will. I qualify that statement with "contrary to the Lord's will", because I want to make a difference between what you believe is right for you in your own conscience and what the Lord actually desires or requires of you. Many times, there is an abject difference, and those differences can be seen in the host of different denominations which is armorial of the demographic church as we know it. Living in the spiritual does not stop is from living in the world; it only stops us from adopting world attitudes and strategies.

But I digress. I don't accept my singleness as it is defined. I am not trying to confuse you. I am not married, and I suppose that for some people, it feels more gentle and less abrasive to be referred to as single. I feel that the adjective is not conducive to who I am as a christian lady. The Lord Jesus said that He and the Father are one. So, I don't believe in being defined as "single" in the sense that I am unattached. Do you know that the number 1 is the only number that can be multiplied with itself and still be 1? Fascinating. Impactful. Titillating. To know that we can be so inmeshed in someone else's being and they in ours that we are "one". This is the relationship that we have with Christ. This is the relationship that we have with the Father. This is the relationship that we have with the Holy Spirit. We are "one". For those of you who are already in the Lord as a married "couple", there is the reality that the husband has left his father and mother (which consists of one), to be united to his wife so that they two can become one flesh. One. Multiplicative, simply one, but indicative of so much more. It is unnatural to do otherwise and to stay divided. A sperm cell needs an egg to come together and form something new and one, "singular"; the two do not operate in a mutually exclusive manner in relationship to each other. They don't need space, time to themselves, or time to think. They do what they were created to do. They immediately begin to interact with each other in such a way that they become one. The sperm even sheds part of itself that it no longer needs in it's new identity. It no longer needs its tail to swim with the crowd. It has a purpose that has set it apart, and it is fulfilling it.

So I consider that my singleness is really a divine oneness with my Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. God has a mutually inclusive nature for anyone who desires to be with Him according to His statutes. I beg you to remember that we are in a sacred covenant of blood. A bride is supposed to be pure on the night of the wedding, and the blood of the union is part of the covenant sealing. In the same way, we are are supposed to be pure as part of the covenant. Though we live by faith and enjoy the Lord's grace, we must remember that He still desires and indeed commands us to keep ourselves if we are not married, and not drink from OTHER wells (practice monogamy) if we are married. It's part of the covenant. I believe that because I am practising being faithful and pure with the Lord, I am setting myself up to have the same type of relationship with my future husband. I want to be able to be trusted. I know inside of myself how much I can be trusted when I look at my reflection in God's Word. I believe that this oneness that He is cultivating in me is helping me to be the helpmate that my future spouse will need on our way to being the ministers of flame who will carry the gospel wherever the Spirit may lead our feet and our heart. I believe that this oneness will help me recognize my when my spouse comes, because he will look like Jesus. What I mean by this is not that he will have Jesus sandals, and use "thou's, thee's, and ye's", but rather he will have that certain Spirit-led love of the Lord, and that love of people, that self-control, that goodness, that prayerfulness, that diligence, that restfulness, that peace...etc. I will be able to recognize what faithfulness and love and obligation looks like. I will know that he is able to protect me and provide for any us's that come along. I could stretch it out for you, but in a word, I am saying that his fruit should be evident to me, and there should be a witness in my spirit, not my soul, and definitely not my body, that this is the one. It shouldn't be a surprise to him either. I don't want the Lord to wake my Adam up before he is through working on me. We should be able to come to a mutual agreement that this is the path that the Lord has led us to. It should be a place in life that the Lord has ordered in our steps.

In the meanwhile, my oneness with the Lord should compell me to want to be as immersed in His shadow as I am able to be. He is the Person who I am with 24 hours a day, 7 days in the week. He gives me a hope, He holds my future (Jeremiah 29:11). I don't want anything to sear my conscience so that I am unable to fellowship with Him. Whether His directive is just to have me spend time with Him, or my family, or visit the shut-in, or those in prison, or feed the hungry, or clothe the needy, or spread the gospel and win converts, or cast out devils, or heal the sick. Whatever it is, I want to be able to hear clearly and not do ambiguous guess work. But I want to make sure that I have waited on - served - the Lord with all that I have. I know that He will not let me miss what He has for me as long as I tune into Him.

to God be the glory! All else cannot be compared. not even close to the King of Glory.

i HOPE so too!!

Hi, all! I hope everyone is well on the Lord's day. It is a beautiful, yet rainy day for us. But this is the day that the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad in it.

I have a dream that I really need help with. I don't mind getting your insight, as well as any revelation the Holy Ghost may have given you. I am stumped myself. I hope that I have made the dream sequence as orderly as it occurred.

I start off at my uncle's house (it doesn't look like the house in real life) and it is huge, very tall ceilings, and lots of light, very bright. The house is white inside and out, and made of thick metal. I have my nephew. He is walking. I am enthralled with this handsome little person just walking around. He is seven months old. I say to myself, I just have to share this news with my sister SH. Then I go to my mom's house, and it is also huge (to my standards). She is cooking a large meal on the stove. We are at a table near her playing cards. My partner is a daughter of my friend RE in IRL. I haven't seen her in a while. I hug her tightly to me, she has a short hair cut, with her hair color red and brown, very short bob. She is shy and has her eyes down, but she is smiling, even though she has her shoulders defensively hunched forward. I tell her that I love her, and please forgive me for all that I have done that has hurt her. So, then we sat down to play cards. My partner would not sit in her chair, because of shyness, so I sat down on the floor with her to encourage her that all was well. There were two guys there, and both had long hair and mustaches, and a little jewelry. I was attracted to one guy, but I knew that I wasn't going to go anywhere in the relationship, so no since in flirting. My mom interrupted the game to tell me that I forgot to turn off a light in my room. So I got up and we all went to turn off the lights. The house that I went to was in an affluent neighborhood, two story homes. We were oohing and ahhing over the external features. But when we looked on the side of the homes, the tops of the roofs were damaged and eroding. My house was built very solidly. Everything had this beautiful dark wood paneling on the floors and then very thick walls in the rooms. It was all simple, but elegant. The upstairs were huge, which is where the lights were. There were buttons to push them on and off, instead of light switchs or knobs. There were three in a row. I tried the first light and it light the hallway. The second light lit the outside lights over the garage. The third set of lights lit the room over the garage, but I could not find the switch to turn off the lamp that was in the corner. I thought I know what would turn it off, but nothing could turn it off. It was just shining. I decided to go back downstairs. When I got down there, my cousin was sleeping in my bed with the babies. She had two babies and I had one. As she sleep, she rolled over on my baby. I immediately jumped up in two bounding steps and pushed her back over. It woke her up while I was checking on my baby. She was asking why I woke her up, and I said, because you rolled on my baby. She apologized, but then looked like she was going to zonk out again. My baby had on this teal blue baby suit, very brown-skinned, like a new-born baby, very handsome, and still had that blink that new babies have. I don't know if it was a boy or girl, but the baby was ok. I wanted her to be more careful. Her babies were older and slept at her shoulder and knees. I thought to myself, I am probably going to have to wake her up for her own babies before she rolls over them and kills them by accident. The baby at her knees was more of a toddler and is here IRL. This is the end of the dream.

I totally agree with you, Lola. That's what I thought also, but I was really afraid to say it. lol

WATCHED A CAR GO OVER RAILING, THEN A MISSILE LAUNCHING

by HisLightbeam on Sun Aug 16, 2009 12:20 am

I dreamed that I was driving across a bridge in Mississippi, and I could see some mountainous looking area. Three cars ahead of me was a van driven by a guy with dark brown hair. He was arguing with his wife, who was acting like it wasn't bothering her. She had on shades. They had children in the back. The van was white, and had a travel thing on top of it. He got so frustrated with her that he swerved off of the bridge and the van launched out into open air in this big arch. Of course, that made us all stop. I was screaming, and probably was really screaming in my sleep. What does it mean when I see a vehicle do that. By now, I have seen that several times. The person gets desperate or does this like a last resort thing out of frustration. It's crazy. Anyway, the van was falling very quickly, but not quickly. In fact, it launched me into another dream where a crowd of us were watching a shuttle in the sky, and we were all standing on a country. There were some people standing on another country who launched a missile from their shoulders. It was a big missile. I want to say that it was Russia, because I am down in Southeastern US, but they were standing to my right to the extreme north. They had on winter clothing, like turtlenecks and serious parkas. I had on a casual shirt and sweater, along with the others standing on my country. Someone was talking to me about my prosperity. Like it is here now. But I couldn't tear my eyes away from the missile launch. I could see myself looking up in disbelief while the man was talking to me. He was talking very loudly like he was trying to snap me out of looking at what was going on and get me to focus on the good news that he was telling me. I heard him, but it seemed like I couldn't receive out of fear and worry about what was happening in the sky. The shuttle seemed to be trying to do evasive maneouvers, but it couldn't do this quickly like a little object, say a car on the road. Also, that missile kept changing its course to adjust to the changes the shuttle was making. The shuttle was getting closer like it was trying to land, but I was afraid that thing and the missile was going to hit us, and there was really nowhere to go. There was a bridge over us that was like a rail on a rollercoaster ride, only way bigger, like a thousand times bigger. The sky was so beautiful and blue with light little white clouds floating. The whole thing was a marvel to me. My chest was heavy with all the different emotions I was flooding with in this dream. I think it was too much for me, because I woke up. There were other things happening in this dream, but I cannot express these things in words. It was a lot. I waited a day to see if I could express it better, but I cannot. I know that the moon was close like when you see someone across a room.

ON A FASCINATING BOAT RIDE

by HisLightbeam on Thu Aug 27, 2009 12:23 pm

This was a very interesting dream. There was a fight scenario and everything, but I wasn't afraid. I was feeling the tension, but I was fearless.

In this dream, I had an aerial view of Louisiana going from New Orleans and the surrounding suburbs to the edge of Shreveport. (never seen this IRL) I could see all the bodies of water. I was with several people, and I had on white slacks, a white sweater with thin gray glittery horizontal stripes, and I had on some beautiful white strap-back sandals. (don't own this stuff IRL), and I had my hair curled very beautifully, and swept up in the front, with the back hanging to mid-back. We were in this huge boat, and it was very well stocked, and luxurious. We went on deck, and viewed the shoreline and the city of New Orleans. I saw burnt red brick buildings, that were kind of old. And some new ones. I saw a greco - roman top of a building. It was a different color, but I cannot say what the color is. It seemed to be a nice breeze, a lovely, cool, sunny day. Like it was fall, but I didn't see any leaves. It seems that it was fall to me. Then I was being followed by this guy with honey blonde hair to his ears. He was lanky and muscular. We had a fight, fell down some stairs, into this area below deck. I won, and I was smiling. People were cheering me. (IRL, I don't think I want to fight a dude.) We went back up on deck, and that aerial map kept popping up to help us navigate. A few people were confused on how we were going to get back from New Orleans to my city. So the map popped back up. We aligned ourselves with the shape of Lake Ponchartrain, and how we saw the bridges lined up, and we went the opposite direction. There was land that we knew we had to cross, but we weren't worried because the boat had wheels, and that is how we were going to cross. This time when the map popped up, I had a handkerchief around my neck, with my arms folded across my chest, and it seemed that I was the decision-maker. In the dream, I was confident that I would get to my intended destination. I had a feeling of "almost home". Triumph. Somebody please take a shot at this one. I looked up the definition of ponchartrain, but I could not get one.

Hey, Mia, glad you are back and better than ever!

Amen, go for it babygirl!

AMen. I stand in agreement with Virtuous, and BTW, very powerful words, Virtuous.

Amen, I am in agreement with you USeMeLord.

Praise God. That is a wonderful gift of love, as praying in the spirit builds up the temple (the body) and does all sorts of wonderful praying when you don't know what to pray for, Holy Spirit will do it for you with moans and groans that we don't understand. I pray that you receive also the gift of diverse tongues and interpretation, James!

Amen, cholette. You are so dynamic!

Yes, glory to God. How exciting. We cannot wait to hear the God news, Prov. 31.

I was in my car with my brother and his children. Actually it wasn't my car, because it was long and official-looking, and I ain't got nothing like it. Anyway, we went somewhere, and there was this old building next to this store. We were going to go in the store, but then my brother was like, that store is closed. But then I saw some lights and a person walking around in there. It was our neighbor's nephew. He had two more people with him. The windows were the large windows bisected by the steel beams that run horizontal to the ground. There were long sections of butcher's paper and tape covering them and the door, but I could see the lights on the ceiling through a big gap, and a man's head and leg through another gap in the paper covering. He had on men's long shorts, white socks, and some simple nike white shoes. The ones from the nineties that are suede, or leather. My brother told me to get back in the car. There were these two ladies who looked like they were lost, but were really some type of inspectors, but I had a feeling that this is not what they really do, that they were doing something more perpendicular to what the three guys were doing with their something more in this particular store. It reminded me of a checkmate. One of the women, they were both so nice and middle-aged, but real authoritative, came to help us buckle the boys in, so that we could, "be on our way." And we left and did not look back.