Vile

I work surrounded by unbelievers... but I've gotten huge favor. I can read my Bible publicly even during my work hours during dead time. I'm going to get my FBI clearance so I can work anywhere in the airport. I've been told by the Lord that it's where I'm stationed to wage Spiritual Warfare for the City of Omaha which my Pastor is passionate about winning to Jesus.

After having several trippy dreams, I got a peaceful one.

My pastor was helping me grow all sorts of tomatoes for the Church in the back yard... big ones, small ones, all of them under the cover of dead grass to protect them from the enemy. I found a possum in my garage which ran away as well as a small wet black cat, but every time I went back into the garage to find more tools, the fields kept getting bigger and bigger. I would keep checking the tomatoes under the grass, and some would be ripe, but most of them weren't. After finding one overripe one (which I simply replanted), I decided it best to harvest the ripe ones to give to my pastor and the Church.

There were some middle-eastern men (like terrorists) looking around but even as they were stepping on the dead grass, they didn't disturb the tomatoes underneath. Even with it being a beautiful sunny day, they still didn't see me and I wasn't worried about them, so I kept bringing back lovely tomatoes, waiting for the rest of them to ripen.

Back when I had the dream, I had gotten the "itch" that I get every so often about wrestling how "I could do better", but I knew going to WWE or TNA and starting to watch it would cause more strife in my heart and wanting to go back for the wrong reasons. I had a lot of hate for those people for what they do to themselves and their own. It was turning me away from God, so I left. Even in the Wrestling Ministry, you have to cut corners.

My best friend who was still in the business has given up on reaching out to the workers and just does ministry shows to save fans, one worker who preached against suicide killed herself this past year, and several Christian workers are McMahon's puppets showing of sex on TV.

My friend made several good points why anyone in that system wouldn't come to Jesus. So, I think, "let's rewrite the system". You can't put new wine into an old wineskin, and during my brief "episodes" of wanting to go back and kick something, I've written out new ways of doing things. The thing is, after doing things which were right... maybe I could have handled it better, but at least my intentions for protecting people were in line with God... I have a "bad" rep. If I were nothing in their eyes, they wouldn't want to bury me. The word came out that I was going to be watching a show several years after the incident and people boycotted the promotion that month.

I'm literally going to have to start everything from scratch without outside help from people already in the industry, but I have my Church behind me with people who... sort of know how to do it.

It's going to be a lot of You Tube and a little trial and error while trying to find inventive ways to make falls safer for the worker. There's one power play that I want to push for, but I know it will mean that the industry will abuse it. It would be kind of a Solomon type of thing with threatening to cut the baby in half to see who has integrity, but I'm afraid that neither mother is the real one and it could kill the industry.

Long story short, Wrestling Entertainment is still treated as a sport and regulated as one. I have to pay a lot of money in each state to pretend to be a ref or a manager. This is also the government regulations on steroids. To prove that Wrestling Entertainment is not a sport will cut the superficial fees and allow indy wrestling to work where they please. The bad news is that it legally places Wrestling Entertainment as stunt work which has no regulations on pills or juicing. People are going to die if I pull this.

If it's one thing that I know about workers, though, they go where they are taken care of. It's my hope that by doing this, God will bless the promotions with integrity who institute their own policies against drug use. I know how God raises the righteous.

It had been canned for a long time... I left the Wrestling Industry for the right reasons before and I thought my desire to change it was out of my hate. Jeremy Johnson came last Wednesday and I was about to throw away the picture of the friend of mine who died that I wanted revenge for. He then started to preach about how he brought Simon back out on the boat to the place he failed in order to catch his fish.

It hit me very hard knowing that I had to go back to wrestling.

So I'm starting with getting my pastor's ring which is about 7,000 dollars. I expect it to take about a year or two considering that we'd have to train guys from scratch. It's a long story but I have a bad rep in general because I did the right thing to the wrong people.

What's with two lions, though?

... Would you believe Professional Wrestling and completely rewriting it so that people don't have to do the things they do in the background to make it? I'm trying to save up money for my pastor to get a ring so we can do Pro Wrestling Ministry, but even if we get the money, training the boys will take at least a year.

I was making food and I got a can of lion meat from Indonesia to use in my kitchen. When I opened it, there wasn't ground meat, but a fetus of a lion. I felt sorry for it, recalling some eastern countries that eat chicken egg fetus' straight from the egg. It's yellow eye blinked at me. It was still alive.

There was some meat left in the can and it began to eat at it weakly, then started to grow hair. I started looking all over my house for food for it to eat and soon it became a healthy kitten running around my kitchen floor really happily. Thinking it was pretty stiff for staying in that can so long, I opened the door to the garage, and it shot out through the garage to my backyard. It looked like I hadn't mowed in months, but I thought that was a good thing. That likely meant there were critters for the lion to hunt. No sooner had I thought that, he had a white rabbit he was noshing on and he was growing really fast. He then jumped the fence into the neighbors yard. I was worried at first, but there was nothing but my neighbor's houses and lots of tall grass with an awesome sunrise, so I let him romp around.

I named him Zio... since I was looking for frozen pizza to feed him with, and there's a local pizza place called Zio's. After he ran back, I tried to call Pastor Mark, remembering his dream about holding a lion cub, but couldn't find his number. Then I look up and there's another small lion sitting next to him. I tried to find a name for him too... I tried Leonidas, but he kinda didn't like it. Then just Leo seemed okay. They kept running around the yard and I had to wonder how the heck I was going to get away with keeping them and when they ran past me, a boardwalk grew from under where they were running, and a new building was built in my backyard. Apparently that was all I needed to legally own them. I was even sitting in the back yard when Leo glomped me with his huge paws, sitting his big chin on my shoulder. His claws hurt a little, but he let up a little, just plopping his huge arms around me before going off the chase another rabbit.

A world-wide search was made in Indonesia as to whom was illegally putting these fetus' on the market for meat. Zio and Leo were just chilling in the hay of the new building when I woke up.

I was making food and I got a can of lion meat from Indonesia to use in my kitchen. When I opened it, there wasn't ground meat, but a fetus of a lion. I felt sorry for it, recalling some eastern countries that eat chicken egg fetus' straight from the egg. It's yellow eye blinked at me. It was still alive.

There was some meat left in the can and it began to eat at it weakly, then started to grow hair. I started looking all over my house for food for it to eat and soon it became a healthy kitten running around my kitchen floor really happily. Thinking it was pretty stiff for staying in that can so long, I opened the door to the garage, and it shot out through the garage to my backyard. It looked like I hadn't mowed in months, but I thought that was a good thing. That likely meant there were critters for the lion to hunt. No sooner had I thought that, he had a white rabbit he was noshing on and he was growing really fast. He then jumped the fence into the neighbors yard. I was worried at first, but there was nothing but my neighbor's houses and lots of tall grass with an awesome sunrise, so I let him romp around.

I named him Zio... since I was looking for frozen pizza to feed him with, and there's a local pizza place called Zio's. After he ran back, I tried to call Pastor Mark, remembering his dream about holding a lion cub, but couldn't find his number. Then I look up and there's another small lion sitting next to him. I tried to find a name for him too... I tried Leonidas, but he kinda didn't like it. Then just Leo seemed okay. They kept running around the yard and I had to wonder how the heck I was going to get away with keeping them and when they ran past me, a boardwalk grew from under where they were running, and a new building was built in my backyard. Apparently that was all I needed to legally own them. I was even sitting in the back yard when Leo glomped me with his huge paws, sitting his big chin on my shoulder. His claws hurt a little, but he let up a little, just plopping his huge arms around me before going off the chase another rabbit.

A world-wide search was made in Indonesia as to whom was illegally putting these fetus' on the market for meat. Zio and Leo were just chilling in the hay of the new building when I woke up.

Yeah... it'll take that much to get him to there. I just worry about him a lot. It was just the most powerful dream I had in a long time. So... I'll keep praying.

Now, I've had some tricky relations with a non-saved friend of mine after visiting him in New York. Quite frankly I had a nervous breakdown and the Lord specifically told me not to contact him until I meet him face to face.

Before the "dream" actually started, I had a vision of him throwing down a wedding ring in front of me in anger when we were surrounded by trees in the daylight. All I could ask was "is this the ring you stole at the coke party? You wanted to put a stolen ring on my finger? How could you?". I was offended, yet a part of me still believes he doesn't know any other way to live. Jump to the dream.

I'm on a cruise liner with the Entertainment group and he and I are a part of in real life. I'm doing very well, the owner is there, I'm promoting my novel. Most of the colors are tan and brown, very high class office-ish. Somewhere along the way, I run across a gumshoe with a fedora and black curly hair. White. Very tall. We start talking casually, but he starts looking very weird and suspicious of the area around him. There is this open glass area with a lot of classic cars, and the gumshoe says something about a shoot out, and some grenades fall from the ceiling. He pushes me down and away from them, saying that this was a set up to kill me. People keep firing at the person behind the cars, and low and behold, I see my friend get shot by the police in the car, falling down with a bloody gut. He was wearing a blue shirt and gray pants. I rush over to him, calling out his name. I get the feeling he wasn't behind the attack, but was committing another crime and happened to be in the way of things.

I keep clutching his hand as he breathes in a panicked state, he knows he's dying and is fading fast. At that point, I realize it's a prophetic dream and start praying very calmly and holding his hand. "Lord, you told me he needed to be punished, but he can't learn anything if he's dead. Whether this is literal or spiritual, I bind whatever demon is attacking him". The dream lets up slowly, but I wake up praying, and it's strange because I can feel his hand.

"You told me I never had to worry about (him) again, I believe in Your Word! I prayed that only Your hand do what needs to be done and that the devil can not touch him because you teach with mercy and let him learn the hard way". If the devil does take him, mark my words that he will pay me back... and I'll raise him from the dead anyway because I believe in Your Ressurection power!"

It was about 1:30 in the morning when this happened. Usually when I wake up for work. The last time I had something this vivid, it foretold something big between my friends. I feel, though, that the death was something spiritual and not literal. A part of me hopes that he died to himself.

I've had dreams of him before. That one easy to tell that he was a weapon Satan had tried to use against me, but he, himself is not aware that he's an enemy. The guy is just a man of the world who had some strong feelings for me, and... well, I did too, but not enough to compromise God's Word. It's just that we have similar unique backgrounds. Him to the point of living the broadway life since he was 6, making all the money in the household. Even after he was a jerk to me, I still see that he really doesn't know how to act after all these years as a child actor.

I want to help, but I know that's God's alley. I just hope he doesn't do anything super-stupid.

Remembering a couple of other details. Shattering glass during the crossfire, and my dying friend's eyes were bluer than usual. He never actually died, he was just dying and fighting for his life. One of the cars was red, and I don't think he came out of it, he came from behind it. Maybe like he was hiding. The gunfire stopped when he staggered out.

*Bumping this dream up so it doesn't get lost* :)

Remembering a couple of other details. Shattering glass during the crossfire, and my dying friend's eyes were bluer than usual. He never actually died, he was just dying and fighting for his life. One of the cars was red, and I don't think he came out of it, he came from behind it. Maybe like he was hiding. The gunfire stopped when he staggered out.

I visited there a couple of months ago... that place wigged out my Spirit very much. It's the reason I'm going to Ministry School because I realized more than ever that "this stuff is real, I better perfect my gifts because it's all gonna hit the fan soon".

The place... is soulless. Absolutely soulless. At least Manhattan. Irene was only the beginning. It's a core stronghold in the world for Satan. Even before Irene, a couple of Churches had boards in Omaha about how Rome fell and is New York next?

I've been betting on the Large Hadron Collider being the thing that evokes the Rapture, now I'm not so sure after visiting New York. Something there is about to hit the fan in spades.

Pasta? Oh... Pastor! o_O

Durrrrr...

I know, but my Pastor said it was of the same holy spirit when I had a vision of a tarot card being burned, which is why I wasn't sure.

Hi! I'm an old member, but I'm going to a discipleship program at my Church to sharpen my gifts. I have a lot of dreams, so I'm coming back here as a suppliment to my Biblical studies.

Now, I've had some tricky relations with a non-saved friend of mine after visiting him in New York. Quite frankly I had a nervous breakdown and the Lord specifically told me not to contact him until I meet him face to face.

Before the "dream" actually started, I had a vision of him throwing down a wedding ring in front of me in anger when we were surrounded by trees in the daylight. All I could ask was "is this the ring you stole at the coke party? You wanted to put a stolen ring on my finger? How could you?". I was offended, yet a part of me still believes he doesn't know any other way to live. Jump to the dream.

I'm on a cruise liner with the Entertainment group and he and I are a part of in real life. I'm doing very well, the owner is there, I'm promoting my novel. Most of the colors are tan and brown, very high class office-ish. Somewhere along the way, I run across a gumshoe with a fedora and black curly hair. White. Very tall. We start talking casually, but he starts looking very weird and suspicious of the area around him. There is this open glass area with a lot of classic cars, and the gumshoe says something about a shoot out, and some grenades fall from the ceiling. He pushes me down and away from them, saying that this was a set up to kill me. People keep firing at the person behind the cars, and low and behold, I see my friend get shot by the police in the car, falling down with a bloody gut. He was wearing a blue shirt and gray pants. I rush over to him, calling out his name. I get the feeling he wasn't behind the attack, but was committing another crime and happened to be in the way of things.

I keep clutching his hand as he breathes in a panicked state, he knows he's dying and is fading fast. At that point, I realize it's a prophetic dream and start praying very calmly and holding his hand. "Lord, you told me he needed to be punished, but he can't learn anything if he's dead. Whether this is literal or spiritual, I bind whatever demon is attacking him". The dream lets up slowly, but I wake up praying, and it's strange because I can feel his hand.

"You told me I never had to worry about (him) again, I believe in Your Word! I prayed that only Your hand do what needs to be done and that the devil can not touch him because you teach with mercy and let him learn the hard way". If the devil does take him, mark my words that he will pay me back... and I'll raise him from the dead anyway because I believe in Your Ressurection power!"

It was about 1:30 in the morning when this happened. Usually when I wake up for work. The last time I had something this vivid, it foretold something big between my friends. I feel, though, that the death was something spiritual and not literal. A part of me hopes that he died to himself.

I've had dreams of him before. That one easy to tell that he was a weapon Satan had tried to use against me, but he, himself is not aware that he's an enemy. The guy is just a man of the world who had some strong feelings for me, and... well, I did too, but not enough to compromise God's Word. It's just that we have similar unique backgrounds. Him to the point of living the broadway life since he was 6, making all the money in the household. Even after he was a jerk to me, I still see that he really doesn't know how to act after all these years as a child actor.

I want to help, but I know that's God's alley. I just hope he doesn't do anything super-stupid.

Because of my background I have an extensive understanding of other faiths and the occult. Sometimes God uses that background to verify what another person said. This time I received a vision from God during Wednesday prayer service which derived heavily on Norse Mythology.

I was a "Wordsmith" but it was spelled "Wyrd" and I looked like a Valkyrie in white and silver armor, using one of the feathers in my helmet as a quill which wrote Hebrew in prayer while the rest prayed in tongues. I wrote with my pen in midair as it was happening and the words in the vision were writing in Hebrew around me like a halo. At the end of the prayer, I punctuated the "sentence" revolving around me which casted like a spell from one of my Video Games into a familiar spell called "Meteor".

To make a long story short, I looked up the spelling of "wyrd" and it's significance and saw its significance in Norse mythology. Should I pay attention to the Pagan mythos in this vision?

Please. Thank You.

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Sounds like it's purging something in your system that you didn't need.

The pen is mightier than the sword, but the Word is also the sword of the spirit... which was written by a quill if not a pen.

If it's supposed to be a blade of some sort and your in a wool shed, maybe it's a sign of harvest from activity in the Church.

*LOL* He asked me to once draw him as a caveman standing on top of a bunch of wildcats for his birthday. I had a feeling it had something to do with him.

The cave is lit and there's an opening, so I'm not too worried. He also puts a lot of stock in sex, though he's been going through hell with relationships because of it. I guess a part of me wanted to show him that sex in marriage would grant him more security and peace than the relationship crud he's been dealing with. Come to think of it, looking back at where my mind always went, they had always been ones with relationship issues. Not always huge ones, but I guess my flesh saw that as a way of wishing to heal them.

What our relationship will be after he's born again, I dunno. If he's my husband, then he's my husband. If he's not, he's not. All I know is that God has never given me a stronger spiritual connection with a person... ever.

How I met him? A friend of mine who ran a Christian wrestling promotion had him as one of his wrestlers and I never paid him much notice until one day I decided to surf the wrestlers and their MySpace's because most of them had "gimmick" pages which were hysterical. This guy didn't have a gimmick page and what I saw on his page denoted that he wasn't saved but had a VERY strong sense of morality despite his party life. It was April Fools Day (which I never realized until almost a year later, which is ironicly when my mom found out she was pregnant with me) when I made first contact with the friend request because I wanted to do a picture of him for his birthday after seeing one of his matches and appreciating his work.

I've known him for over a year, and we've grown to be good friends even though we don't talk that often.

Alright, I was fighting off my urges to think about a certain someone and I received Jesus' aid to not go back to my "habits", but I realized before dozing off that thinking about my friend in the wrong context was counterproductive to saving him.

Then I had a dream that I was back in the caveman days. I remember the cave being bright from the daylight outside and lots of brown rock and there was an elder chopping a cantelope in two and serving the pieces in a marriage ritual.

I woke up and had a talk with God. I didn't feel ashamed, but I was quite annoyed at my thought patterns. While we were speaking, I had the vision of him restraining my arms gently on the bed. A part of me wanted to get intimate with Jesus, but He kept gently placing my arms back down on the bed. I wasn't desperate, but I wanted to understand why the heck I was having all these lust problems. He told me that it wasn't my own greed, but my own desire to see other people pleased and happy. He knew my heart and the vision shifted to him on the bloody cross where I was restrained on the bed.

"This is the flesh which wanted nothing more than to be one with you. The penetration of the cross to the earth where my blood fell was our wedding night. This is our intimacy..."

It was then I realized though that slightly uncomfortable analogy that I was already making Him happy... and I really don't know if what I imagine would honestly make the people I dream about truly happy, but I know getting the ones unsaved to saved WILL.

Now here's the scary ending to this vision.

"I put you here to save him."

I was like... wha? I have seen visions of this one friend of mine in all white and sometimes when the thought processes started going south about him, that same vision of him in white would stop me... like his eternal self in Jesus was already manifested before he got saved. Like an "I declare the end from the beginning" type of thing. But to be placed on this earth for the sole purpose of saving this one guy? I asked the Lord "Okay, once he's saved, then what? Am I going home?"

He assured me I wouldn't die... but I'm not going to sweat it.

What I need confirmation on is the first part of the vision with the cavemen and the cantelope.

Okay, I'm wondering something now, but I don't want to fall into the same trap as I did before hand. I never got that one vision I had of a friend of mine answered. Guy is unsaved right now, but I've been given visions after this that the guy is going to get saved.

Another friend of mine who prayed for her husband told her that she would witness her husband get saved. After about two years, they have a beautiful girl named Noel and have done alright together.

Now... the last few times I "knew" about my marriage, I was all lovey dovey and writing love letters. I'll admit that I think about this guy a lot, and sometimes I wonder what it would be like to date/marry him because even though he's not saved he has a noble heart of service, but I'm like "yeah, whatever... not gonna happen". If I'm obsessed about him, it's about him getting saved because if he's got old school morals at 24, I wanna see what this man's gonna do with Jesus. I already know he's gonna change the world, but I'm starting to wonder about my role in his story... the fairy godmother or the princess?

In honesty, I don't care which one it is. I wanna know that man's going to heaven. Up there, it's not gonna matter if we're married anyway, just get the guy up there.