Posts Tagged ‘soul’

I went into a light chamber last night. I was singing the pain away, and calling Jesus between breaths. I FELT the song I sang in every fiber of my being. It was my song-the more I let go the greater I sang!

It felt like my soul was being sucked with every note I belted out. The depths of my soul was being cleansed. There was a bed there, but I couldn’t lie down, I was too caught up in my spirit.

When you finally sing your own song, you’ll understand-the only way TO survive is in the spirit. You’ll be yourself-in a different light-of your truth.

I don’t know who you call on, but I call on Jesus. And he comes every time.

God is light. God is love.

Love and light to you!


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One of my dreams last night, I was at a place with some other people as students. We sat high above something of a big space. It was beautiful and some parts one could see their reflection. We were informed that it echoes what we speak. We were told to be mindful of our intentions before were spoke into the echo space, because what we put out would come back. Including our thoughts.

But also, I saw some events from my past in that same space. I forgave all of those people for mocking me, stealing from me, and abusing me, and I forgave myself for being ignorant. We prepared to leave, and some of the people ran to the echo space and said things that would serve only themselves. I used it also but we’ll keep that private. :0)

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This morning I dreamed that I was a new supervisor at a company where only women worked. I was being shown around the office which was tight-spaced and very busy. Everyone seemed to be doing things other than their assigned tasks. One of the employees said to me, “There are always disagreements and fights between the women here, but you should understand that that’s naturally expected.” I responded that I did not understand that, and attempted to offer a solution, which seemed to fall on deaf ears.

We came upon a desk where there was no one sitting, but it was cluttered with what looked like old wooden jewelry boxes, about medium sized. They were lined up along the edges. The women explained that the employee that sat at that desk was out on leave because she became stressed after fighting with another employee. I asked her why they were fighting so much but she did not answer. Instead she pulled a draw open on one of the wooden boxes and in there was full of white pills. I lifted a top open on another box and it also was full of pills. I looked up and looked around at the whole office and noticed that everyone seemed to be drugged. As I was asking why everyone was like that, someone walked up to me and my dreamed shifted into another one.

The dreamed that followed showed me a few of the women that I had worked with at a company up until September of this year. I was a temp there; the women on one floor always said what a great worker I was while the women on the higher floor would criticize me “behind my back in front of my face”( as if I was clueless) without reason. Very few men worked in that office by the way. Anyway back to the dream. So as I said, the dream shifted from the office, and into a park area (which I happen to pass almost every week day). I was lying in a bed observing (I thought that amazingly strange), and there was some of the women I had worked with at that company. I saw that they were just standing there at a distance, doing nothing. Then two women walked toward them from the right entrance of the park (which is usually my exit in wake state). I recognized one of the women as a “higher up” employee of the company I no longer worked at; she is also a pastor of a small church, with less than 50 followers. She had invited me a few times, giving me the written information that included her home number; I knew of four of the employees that attend the Sunday services.

The woman with her I did not know but she sat on a bench and the group of women walked up to her and started touching her. She began to moan and move in fluid movement as if she was under a spell. I’m not sure if *I* said it or thought it but I heard, “That is not the Holy Spirit in her.” I observed for a little while longer as the women continued to touch and rub on her body, then the woman got up off the bench and came to the end of my bed still twisting about but now more like a snake. She eased up in my bed on to my body and I was just lying there now looking attentively at her as the women surrounded my bed while the “higher up” woman just looked on. This time I heard in my head, “That is not the Holy Spirit!”

I seemed to be frozen in place as this woman contorted her body in all kinds of positions. I felt the hard pressure of her movements on my body. I kept watching her. Then I felt something in me swell and I felt my eyes roll, but I still was unable to move. I heard, “This is the Holy Spirit.”, and I began to vibrate. The women started disappearing from my view, but I also could feel that they were leaving out of the park through the left exit (which is usually my entrance in wake state). The pressure was gone from me and the “higher up” woman just stood there looking at me. Then I could “feel” her thought; that she was “testing me to see if I was the real thing.” I woke up.

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I dreamed that I was traveling with my son. We were at a hotel headed up to our room; it appeared to be that we were on vacation somewhere interesting. There were all kinds of beings moving around; besides the usual human type. We never actually made it to the room because the elevator is where we spent most of our time! Ugh!

We were the center of attention, because it seemed that everyone was eager and wanted us to get on the elevator with them, but some of the beings looked so weird that I didn’t want to ride with them, and others just seem to give out bad vibes! We had decided to ride with some of the beings that we thought looked normal (human) but then when the doors closed they would suddenly become rude or act idiotic or even start to “bully” us! Then we would end back up at the lobby elevator again! Other “humans” seemed so sad, and kept waiting for us to choose the RIGHT ride to get on—as if their happiness depended on us being right…hmmm (I don’t know how I knew that but that’s what it FELT like in my mind.)

“If we don’t learn from our history, we’re bound to repeat it until we do learn.”

After getting off ANOTHER “crazy” ride, Jay and I stood in front of the elevators for what seemed a long time for fear that we’d end up back where we started. Finally we had decided to take another chance and ride with “normal-looking humans”—again—but as we went up pass the floors they began to act with erratic behaviors, what one would call CRAZY! Suddenly the whole elevator car lifted up and out of the building and then just crashed back down to the earth! The other passengers were gone, so Jay and I were the only ones who exited the elevator, unharmed but I was very puzzled.

All the beings were standing around looking at us. There in the crowd were the sad humans—and this time they were crying. I woke up.

Perhaps there is, for all of us, a lesson to be learned here—or many lessons. You decide.

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