January 15, 2010
I've had three dreams over past two days, all involving "turning a page, turning a corner.” Honestly, at this point, I'm not sure as to whether these are speaking of our nation or of my own personal life. Many times, I find them to be applicable to both, or to more than one situation in life. We'll see! There were attached parts to the dreams, which interpreted in an obvious way, would indicate that "it's a turn south; careless navigating leading to dangerous results; these are brand-new roads with no road signs posted (as yet) for oncoming corners - EXERCISE EXTREME CAUTION - if you miss the corner you land in bottomless, endless, murky, milky waters...."
This I am adding on March 3, 2010 - Had I stated the entire vision here, my husband and family can attest to the validity of what I'm about to share:
I was driving down a road that was connected to the side of a mountain on the left. Extremely narrow, the road was flanked on the right with a drop-off. I came to the "end" of the road - abruptly! There, before me, was a large body of water with a bank on the opposite end. The water (I just knew) was "deep.” It was also a strange "murky, milky" color. Fortunately, I found myself seeing a turn to the left - an extreme left - a very short road.
Next, I am immediately back at the beginning of the dream, where I am about once again, to enter onto this same road. This time I have my son with me. I am explaining to him that this is a "newly constructed road" and that there are no signs posted as of yet! I was forewarning him of this upcoming situation that I had encountered already, myself, where the road would abruptly come to that "T,” etc.
He, being the "independent spirit" that he is, wanted to argue the fact with me, in spite of the reality that he'd never "been this way before"! He knew better! Just as I had warned him, however, the road indeed was as I had explained to him, and we took that radical straight left.
Now, I am sitting in a chair, next to an elderly man confined to a wheelchair. The room appeared to be that of a church fellowship hall or nursing home. The elderly man called out to my son, who I at once "knew" was in the kitchen about thirty feet in front of us. The man cried out with a feeble voice and with as much volume as he could muster, "Please, son, come lay your hands upon me, that I might be healed."
My son, who has certain fundamental beliefs about such things, came running from the kitchen toward the old gentleman. With a "mocking stride," he came flagging his arms and hands wildly in the air. Approaching proximity where the man sat in anticipation with head heavenward and eyes closed and somehow glowing, my son made a "violent" wave of his hands directly at the man. He then shouted with a cruel and jesting loud voice, "There! Receive your healing!" And he strode away in the same manner in which he had entered the room.
Shocked and utterly dumbfounded, I gathered sense enough to place my gaze upon this precious, crippled, wrinkled and tender form of a man whom I'd just witnessed moments before with such a glorious countenance (if you will), only to see him now bent low with his head nearly in his lap. I now beheld what appeared to be an empty shell, containing only that of a shattered heart and hope! I couldn't for the life of me, imagine what would possess my son to behave himself in such a mean-spirited manner, and especially not with such a fragile - "to be treated with all due respect" - elder!
And that ended the dream.
Ironically, a few weeks ago, my husband was putting together a note-pad that I'd been wanting to create for ministry distribution. I turned at one point to see his computer screen, and there I saw the very, I mean the exact picture, of that road I had seen myself in that dream! I couldn't get over it. I still can't. This photo was taken by some photographer and used by a travel agency. My husband had located it via his google search for a "rough road" (don't ask me why). We spoke with the man, inquired about the location, and learned that it is an actual road in China. We acquired permission from him to use the photo. So, I will include it here. (Now you can really "get the picture.")
In light of all pivotal decisions being presently made in our country, I look at this dream and these visions, and I carry away a ready comprehension as to their application. (Radical left turn, end of a road with a murky, milky lake; brand-new roads that have no signposts; that our young people have been forewarned by the elders that it can be a dangerous road if you're not experienced with it; the elderly gentleman, wanting to be taken care of - healing - health care - someone just "waving their hand wildly over them" in answer to their pleas, dismissing them ... China? A road in China?
Izzy Herriette & Co
With More Bold Statements
Coming from the Bird's-Eye View
I've had three dreams over past two days, all involving "turning a page, turning a corner.” Honestly, at this point, I'm not sure as to whether these are speaking of our nation or of my own personal life. Many times, I find them to be applicable to both, or to more than one situation in life. We'll see! There were attached parts to the dreams, which interpreted in an obvious way, would indicate that "it's a turn south; careless navigating leading to dangerous results; these are brand-new roads with no road signs posted (as yet) for oncoming corners - EXERCISE EXTREME CAUTION - if you miss the corner you land in bottomless, endless, murky, milky waters...."
This I am adding on March 3, 2010 - Had I stated the entire vision here, my husband and family can attest to the validity of what I'm about to share:
I was driving down a road that was connected to the side of a mountain on the left. Extremely narrow, the road was flanked on the right with a drop-off. I came to the "end" of the road - abruptly! There, before me, was a large body of water with a bank on the opposite end. The water (I just knew) was "deep.” It was also a strange "murky, milky" color. Fortunately, I found myself seeing a turn to the left - an extreme left - a very short road.
Next, I am immediately back at the beginning of the dream, where I am about once again, to enter onto this same road. This time I have my son with me. I am explaining to him that this is a "newly constructed road" and that there are no signs posted as of yet! I was forewarning him of this upcoming situation that I had encountered already, myself, where the road would abruptly come to that "T,” etc.
He, being the "independent spirit" that he is, wanted to argue the fact with me, in spite of the reality that he'd never "been this way before"! He knew better! Just as I had warned him, however, the road indeed was as I had explained to him, and we took that radical straight left.
Now, I am sitting in a chair, next to an elderly man confined to a wheelchair. The room appeared to be that of a church fellowship hall or nursing home. The elderly man called out to my son, who I at once "knew" was in the kitchen about thirty feet in front of us. The man cried out with a feeble voice and with as much volume as he could muster, "Please, son, come lay your hands upon me, that I might be healed."
My son, who has certain fundamental beliefs about such things, came running from the kitchen toward the old gentleman. With a "mocking stride," he came flagging his arms and hands wildly in the air. Approaching proximity where the man sat in anticipation with head heavenward and eyes closed and somehow glowing, my son made a "violent" wave of his hands directly at the man. He then shouted with a cruel and jesting loud voice, "There! Receive your healing!" And he strode away in the same manner in which he had entered the room.
Shocked and utterly dumbfounded, I gathered sense enough to place my gaze upon this precious, crippled, wrinkled and tender form of a man whom I'd just witnessed moments before with such a glorious countenance (if you will), only to see him now bent low with his head nearly in his lap. I now beheld what appeared to be an empty shell, containing only that of a shattered heart and hope! I couldn't for the life of me, imagine what would possess my son to behave himself in such a mean-spirited manner, and especially not with such a fragile - "to be treated with all due respect" - elder!
And that ended the dream.
Ironically, a few weeks ago, my husband was putting together a note-pad that I'd been wanting to create for ministry distribution. I turned at one point to see his computer screen, and there I saw the very, I mean the exact picture, of that road I had seen myself in that dream! I couldn't get over it. I still can't. This photo was taken by some photographer and used by a travel agency. My husband had located it via his google search for a "rough road" (don't ask me why). We spoke with the man, inquired about the location, and learned that it is an actual road in China. We acquired permission from him to use the photo. So, I will include it here. (Now you can really "get the picture.")
In light of all pivotal decisions being presently made in our country, I look at this dream and these visions, and I carry away a ready comprehension as to their application. (Radical left turn, end of a road with a murky, milky lake; brand-new roads that have no signposts; that our young people have been forewarned by the elders that it can be a dangerous road if you're not experienced with it; the elderly gentleman, wanting to be taken care of - healing - health care - someone just "waving their hand wildly over them" in answer to their pleas, dismissing them ... China? A road in China?
Izzy Herriette & Co
With More Bold Statements
Coming from the Bird's-Eye View
