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she has been deceived. Satan works his
evil in ways that she cannot see. I've seen that so
called Wiccan Rede that she has tacked to the wall
above her computer. On the surface,
it looks like a decent loving belief, but all one
must do is look, look closely and see that by
practicing this way, and not embracing Jesus Christ
as savior, she is on the pathway to hell.
As
I've said, it was a bad day in the office.
Three times in the past few weeks I have been called
in to see my supervisor, and he has told me that I
am not allowed to preach to MaryAnne the word of
God, to show her the error of her ways. Today, my
supervisor told me that if I continue to "harrass"
MaryAnne, he will be forced to terminate me. How can
he say this? He himself is a God fearing man. And,
how can he be so tolerant of the evil that he sees
insinuating itself into our workplace?
As
I lay down to sleep last night, I asked the Lord for
guidence. "God, grant me a true vision of you,
so that I may better lead the faithless onto the
righteous path".
"Oh,
a true vision of Me is it? Are you sure that you're
ready, truly ready to see, my son?"
I sat bolt upright in bed, and there, at the foot of
my bed, white of hair and beard, in a long, flowing
white robe, stood the Lord my God.
I made to leap from the bed and fall to my knees in
front of Him, but he stopped me with a gesture.
"Kneel
not before me at this time my son. Instead, rise and
walk with Me, so that you may get a glimpse of what
I truly am, as you asked of me in your prayer".
He took my hand, and as I looked, my bedroom was no
longer there, but a pathway through the woods. We
started to walk, and I was too awestruck for
words. We took the path to the left, and we
were then inside St. Catherines Church, in the
middle of a service. While still standing beside me,
God seemed to expand and fill the whole of the
church. I could see smiles of contentment forming on
some of the parishioners faces. I felt blessed.
God smiled upon me."The Catholics hold such
pretty masses, don't they? I like to stop here in
this church, because not only do they speak the
words, but they live the life, thru teaching,
helping the sick and poor, not only with handouts,
but helping them learn to help themselves. Now let
us walk on".
And we were back on the pathway. We travelled
a bit further along, and then were in the parlor of
a funeral home. A young woman was kneeling before
the casket, resting her head on it and crying. I
could see by the similarity, that this dead man must
be her father.
God knelt beside her, and drew His arms about her.
"Miss him, that is all right, but weep not for
him, for now he is with Me".
She wiped her eyes, and stood with a sad smile upon
her face, and said "Goodbye Daddy. I'll miss
you", and turned and left the room.
And we were back on the pathway. We walked a
little ways, and we were in front of a large lodge
of some kind. I could hear music and laughter
spilling out of the windows. I turned to look at
God, and was shocked to see, not the flowing white
robe, but Him wearing leather and animal furs, his
hair and beard now the color of wheat, and a sword
strapped across His back. He strode forth, and I saw
him approach a figure I had not seen before. As I
looked close, I was shocked to see that it was the
same face that I had just seen dead, but looking
young and strong, and dressed in ancient looking
garb, an axe strapped to his waist. God strode
up to him and grabbed him in a great bear hug.
"Welcome my son. We've been waiting for you.
Now, go inside and raise a cup or two, and meet with
your brother". And, with a hearty slap on the
back, he sent the man inside. And then we were back
on the pathway.
We walked a bit further, and then we were in a
mosque. At least I believed so, as I had never been
in one before, but had seen pictures of them. The
group of worshippers was not large, but I could see
their rapt faces as they listened to the mullah?
speak. He was speaking to them of purity, both
of the mind and the body, bringing them closer to
Allah. And as he spoke, God, dressed now in the
robes of the desert, walked among them and briefly
laid his hands upon each set of shoulders. And, from
their faces, I could see that these men knew that
the words of the mullah were true, and that their
spirits felt touched by God And then we were back on
the pathway.
After we had walked a bit, we found ourselves in an
African village. People with skin as black as night,
the women with their breast shamefully bared, were
dancing in a circle, to the rhythm of the drums
being played by a group of men. Somehow though, I
was not offended by the bared breasts, and the music
seemed to seep into my soul. God was then a mighty
lion, and He let forth a mighty roar. The villagers
did not seem to hear, but the drums increased their
pounding, and the dancers danced with a frenzy. And
then we were back on the pathway.
We walked a bit more, and were on the top of a
cliff. There sat, painted and covered with feathers,
an old Navajo man. As I watched, he seemed to
change into the form of an eagle and take flight,
and we were flying with him, soaring high into the
air, seeing the vista sread out below us. And God,
in the form of an eagle Himself, seemed to guide
this other eagle thru the air, over mountains and
thru valleys, until he came upon a group of men. As
I watched, the old Navajo man was no longer an
eagle, but a young boy instead, and he sat at the
feet of these men, to listen to the words of his
elders.
And then we were back on the pathway. We
travelled a bit, and then we were in a forest
clearing. I knew this place. It was known as a place
of devil worship and evil. In the center of the
clearing roared a great bonfire, and kiwi torches
outlined a circle of sorts. Inside this circle, in a
circle themselves, stood 7 men and 6 women, dressed
in robes of varying colors, their arms raised to the
moon. Was that one woman MaryAnne? I really couldn't
be sure. And God walked among them in the circle,
touching each one. He seemed not to be an older man
now, but as he made each of three turns around the
circle, he was first a young girl, bouncing with
energy, then a woman of middle years, with a tender
smile for all Her children, and finally, an old
woman, body bent, but holding Her head up with
pride. And a woman stepped forward, and yes, it was
MaryAnne, and lifted her head to the sky.
"Great Goddess, Mother of us all, thank you for
joining us tonight. Stay if You will, go if You
must. Know in our hearts You will always be welcome.
Blessed be!!"
And we were back on the pathway.
As we walked along, ahead in the distance I saw the
most beautiful man. Yes, beautiful, though I would
never normally think of a man this way. With blonde
hair, and a golden robe, he seemed to radiate
sunshine. God and this golden man nodded to each
other as they passed, sharing a smile together.
"My Lord" I asked, "was that an
angel?"
"Well, yes, he is known as that to some. He is
also known to some as a god himself. That was
Lucifer"
And His words caused me to stumble. I couldn't
believe that we had just passed the ultimate
evil. God looked at me, and He knew my mind.
And he chuckled a bit. "Think about it
logically My son. The Lucifer that you know is a
fallen angel, cast out of heaven for challenging
Me. If I am the all powerful being, above all
others, how could he do this? How could I
allow it?"
"But, in the bible...." I stammered.
"The Bible is a wonderful book, as are the
Koran and the Torah and many others, but they are
just books, written by the hand of man, not written
by Me. And, it's a bit confusing as well if the
truth be known, but that's not up to Me to fix.
These books are wonderful, but only as guidances,
for each man and woman must think for
themselves". And, I believed He was right in
this.
"Now, come forth, we must journey a little more
before you go back" and He took my hand once
again.
As we followed the pathway, we soared through the
stars, listening to the music of the heavens, we
became a little flower and a mighty oak, we became a
babbling brook, and a mighty ocean. We
flittted from flower to flower as a little honey
bee, and ran across the plains as a mighty stallion.
And, all too soon the pathway returned us to my
home. God held my hand a moment longer, and smiled
into my face. "My son, you prayed tonight for a
true vision of Me. For vision, you must only open
your eyes and see what there is to see. Good night
to you".
And then He was gone, and I was back in my bed. A
dream I thought, only a dream, that couldn't have
been real. At that time, a bolt of lightning lit up
my room thru the window, and thunder crashed thru
the sky, and I thought I heard, from seemingly far
away, "Remember, the Lord works in mysterious
ways My son".
This morning as I entered the office, I went to the
machine for a cup of coffee, and standing there, I
spied MaryAnne. As I approached her, I could
see her barely cringe, and I could see in her face
that she was expecting yet another onslaught from me
and my book. She seemed to cast her eyes about
for a way to escape, but there was none. I walked up
to her and smiled. "I think I owe you a bit of
an apology" I said. "I've been a bit
narrow minded of late, and I really had no right to
subject you to what I did. It's not up to me to say
how you find your path to your spirit, and I was
wrong to think that was so".
MaryAnne just stood there, not knowing what to say.
"So, I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry,
and I hope you will forgive my trespass. God bless
you MaryAnne, and...uh.... Blessed
Be?"
You know, I always thought that it was just a
saying, about peoples jaws dropping to the floor,
but MaryAnne did her best at that moment to prove me
wrong.
DreamDancer
10-26-00
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