The Face Of The Colonel

A dream…

 

I am up in the sky, traveling in something. (Not sure what.)

It reminds me of having just jumped out of a plane, and I’m free-falling down to earth.

There are others there with me; I am not alone.

 

We fly go through the clouds,

Then suddenly, I hear a voice, asking “Colonel? Colonel? I am looking for Colonel.”

 

We all looked at each other with blank faces, not knowing any Colonel in our midst.

 

“I was told the Colonel is here,” the voice said.

 

Then suddenly, I realize that the man is looking for me.

 

I’m not sure why he is calling me Colonel, but somehow I know for certain that he is referring to me.

 

So I lean over the thing we were in, and seen him there, under us.

 

He was a good looking and strong military man, having average brown hair and beard close-cut, and having brown eyes. (Or were they now blue? No.. hazel.. in the varying light they seemed to change color.) I knew that he had just died, and had not yet risen up to heaven.

 

“Colonel?” He asked, looking at me. “Are you the Colonel?”

 

I nodded my yes to him.

 

He then gave me a look of great relief and joy, and then he slowly starred at me. I could tell that he was slowly committing every thing he noted about me, to memory. Every line on my face, every plane, wrinkle, or crevice.

 

Then he let one huge fat tear roll from his eyes and fall down to the earth. He then said, “Now I can die in peace.”

 

He was about to fly off, when I called out to him, “Wait!”

 

He paused, looking back at me expectantly. So I asked him, “Why do you say this?”

 

Then he told me, that he had asked the Lord Jesus to show him the face of the Colonel who had helped to lead him from out of the enemy’s hands, before he rose to heaven.

 

As soon as he said this to me, he looked down to the ground that was quickly rising to us, and for some reason I feared that he would somehow upset the transportation we were in, and I knew that there were those with me who were not ready yet, so we could not go where he was going.

 

But my fears were for nothing, for he left to go where he was to go, and left us in our container just fine. We continued falling to the earth.

 

I then woke up.

 

 

The dream really confused me at first, for I could not make sense of it. I am no Colonel! I am a nobody! A nothing!

 

Then the Lord Jesus corrects me. “You are not nothing; you are My daughter.” (I could sense He was affronted by such a thought.)

 

“O.K.,” I conceded, “But I know I’m not a Colonel…”

 

“Go look up the word ‘Colonel’ Ma Petite.”

 

So I went and looked it up.

 

“Colonel (abbreviated Col., Col or COL and pronounced /ˈkɜrnəl/, similar to “kernel”) is a senior military officer rank below the general officer ranks. However, in some small military forces, such as those of Iceland or the Vatican, colonel is the highest rank. It is also used in some police forces and paramilitary organizations.

Historically, in the seventeenth, eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, a colonel was typically in charge of a regiment in an army. Modern usage varies greatly.

Equivalent naval ranks may be called captain or ship-of-the-line captain. In the Commonwealth air force rank system, the equivalent rank is group captain.”

(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colonel)

 

Captain of a ship?

 

Then it came to me; I suppose I was kind of like a captain for the Dreams Of Dunamis web site.

 

I went over to where my wooden belaying pin is, with all the scriptures written on it. “But I thought I was just a belaying pin on a ship. Not a captain of a ship!”

 

And with a very stern and matter-of-fact voice, the Lord replied: “You’ve been promoted.”

 

I tried to ask Him what He meant, but He would not say more about it.

 

Three days later, the forest fire hit.

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

Fight For Him On The Battlefield

A dream…

I am in a place that is reminiscent of a day care center, where you drop off your child for the day, and then pick them up after work. I am standing in the entrance way, with the check in booth to the left, and an inner foyer behind that. There is another doorway behind this to the right, where I sensed their charges were kept. This doorway did not have the usual door, but instead had a curtain of translucent multi-colored and multi-faceted beads to mark the entrance to that room.

The place is very dark and somber, despite the one good-sized window in the back. It was a place that I would normally not go to, for I knew that it was an unclean place. But I had been sent there, to deliver a message to the people. I had come to help set the captives free.

Just then, I seen a short robed figure come out of the back room. The beads barely wavered behind her, as she glided out smoothly and came to a stop before the entrance way. She took no human steps as such, but seemed to float  forward in one long smooth movement. The front of her gown parted in a small wave, revealing the luxurious deep purple velvet beneath it. Her hands looked to be holding on to her elbows beneath the robe, giving the front of her a perfectly square silhouette, as no hands or fingertips were seen. The ends of her sleeves met one another in the center directly over her chest. She stood there and paused. Her hooded robe was made of smooth black satin, and I could tell that the whole length of it was completely lined in that purple velvet.

I could just barely make out her face peaking out from the hood. It was so dark where she stood, that it was hard to make out much of her features. But I could tell she was definitely human and quite petite, almost dainty in her bone structure, and that she was very very feminine.

She then began to speak softly, her words at first sounding melodious and lilting.

“I am a celestial being” she tells me, “from the…” (blah blah blah,) – at this point I could not even understand what she was saying, it was as if the Lord Himself had stepped in and muffled that sound from me in order to protect me, but then I could just make out the words- “astral plane of higher consciousness…”

I felt her spell of words, sounding so beautiful to the ears, yet her breath reeked from the curses and death beneath it.

The woman would have continued on with her spell, but I would not stand for it any longer. So I stood there in the foyer, moved my feet apart so that they were firmly planted upon the ground, and then gave her my response.

“NO! You are not! You are a Satanist! Your power comes straight from the pit of hell!”

Upon hearing this, the robed feminine satanist melts and dissolves into nothingness.

Then the earth beneath my feet began to shake, and I knew then that it was a great earthquake.

Things fell from the walls, and plaster began to fall in large chunks from the ceiling. I knew they were trying to scare me off, but I stood my ground! I cast them out in the name of Jesus, and told them to go back to the pit from whence they came.

Great rolls and waves of hideous demons rushed at me, snapping, clawing, biting, attacking, but still I somehow stood my ground.

Then the earthquake stopped.

I said, “I will not leave! I have come to set the captives FREE!”

At the word ‘free’, I felt an answering earthquake coming from MY God. This quake was way more powerful than the previous one, and it affected the demons far more than it did me. I simply held on and continued to stand there unmoved, but the demons were being shaken from their foundations and their rafters and the walls from where they were covertly hanging, and once they were exposed, they were quickly sucked downwards, disappearing beneath the floor.

I continued speaking. “I am a much beloved daughter of the Most High! My Righteous King will send an ARMY of His angels to protect me! How then can ANY evil overtake me! I am sheltered under His wings! They shelter me! He rescues me from EVERY trap! His faithful promises are MY ARMOR!” I then added on in a whisper that seemed to oddly hit them even harder than any previous words I had yet spoken, “I will not fear YOU…”

I continued to cast out those that still remained. The demons tried to rush at me again to startle and scare me, this time in an effort to get me to forget the Word of God. But I was able to remember enough scripture well enough, to fight them off.

I then woke up, and then realized that I was still fighting them off in my bedroom!

But then I spoke something out loud that surprised me. And once it left my lips, I knew without a doubt in my heart that it was true. What its meaning was I did not yet know, but I knew it to be His truth. I sensed it was some kind of  weapon against them. So I said it again, this time almost shouting it back at them.

“I am a belaying pin for the Lord!”

I felt a rush of strength come into my body, allowing me to continue to fight them with unwavering tenacity.

I also realized with sudden clarity, why this attack had been made against me. Satanist wanted to stop me from posting on this blog. They wanted to make my purpose vain, to break my bonds with Christ, to cut off all hope from me, and to drive me to a place where their god satan could destroy me.

I straightened myself up to my full height, planted my feet apart once again upon my bedroom floor, and firmly continued to speak out loud.

“I WILL NOT STOP from posting on my blog! This attacking coven of witches will fall and not stand! I claim that whatever evil they send to us is returned to them ten fold! The Word of God will prevail, along with His servants. The captives will be set FREE!”

After I said this, I cast out the satanist(s) who had invaded my bedroom and my sleep, and cut their silver cords and lay lines.

Their shadows and presence all then dissolved into nothingness like smoke on a windy day.

Calling forth a host of angels to protect me and my family, I pleaded the blood of Jesus over us all.

I then felt the strong comforting breath of His army all around me. I lifted up a glass of water to the ceiling in a toast, and said “To The Lord God Of All! All praise be to Jesus Christ of Nazareth!” I exclaimed.

“YES!”, the angels replied all together in one mighty shout , lifting their arms up to heaven along with me.

I basked in the light of these angels, as they stood around me in my little room, smiling at me, encouraging me, and patting me on the back for hanging in there. They kept telling me that I was indeed a belaying pin for the Lord, and to never give up in the fight against the evil one.

It was several hours before their presence completely faded, but their hope and encouragement in me as that worthy belaying pin for our Lord lingered in my spirit for many days.

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I had heard of a belaying pin before, but I could not quite remember where. I thought it might be a pin of sorts to a grenade or something, but that made no sense to me. Then the Holy Spirit told me to go look it up. What I found made me smile.

For as long as I can remember, I have always struggled to be able to memorize things. From multiplication tables as a small child, to the memorization of life-giving scriptures, I struggled where to others it would come naturally. The bible refers to the Word as a sword one would use to fight off the evil one. I had so very often felt sub-par or unusable by my God because of this, as if I was somehow only half prepared to fight for Him on the battlefield.

When I looked up the definition of ‘belaying pin’, I found that it had been mostly used on the larger sailing ships, to help hold the sails in their place. However, when invaders tried to come aboard the ship, the sailors who had no sword next to them at that moment, would quickly remove a belaying pin from the wall and use it like a sword to fight off the enemy. A straight good-sized short stick with a handle made of either hardwood or brass, it was a blunt instrument without finesse, but it served both its purposes well.

Isn’t that sweet of Him? He can still find a use for me, even with my limitations.

I share this testimony with you, despite it being of a more personal nature, in the hopes that it too, will inspire you to still keep fighting the good fight, even though it may feel at times like you are not enough, or may even feel broken in some way. Our God is so VERY mighty, that He can use whatever we are for His glory, His people, His honor, and His kingdom!

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“Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life…”
(1 Timothy 6:12)

“The Lord is righteous; He has cut in two the cords of the wicked.” (Psalm 129:4)

“Let me not be put to shame, O Lord, for I call upon Thee; Let the wicked be put to shame, let them be silent in Sheol. Let the lying lips be dumb, Which speak arrogantly against the righteous with pride and contempt.” (Psalm 31:17-18)

“Behold, I have given you authority to tread upon serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall injure you.” (Luke 10:19)

“And the God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet.” (Romans 16:20)

“For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war after the flesh: (For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;)” (2 Corinthians 10:3-4)

“The one who practices sin is of the devil; for the devil has sinned from the beginning. The Son of God appeared for this purpose, that He might destroy the works of the devil.” (1 John 3:8)

“You are from God, little children, and have overcome them; because greater is He who is in you than he who is in the world.” (1 John 4:4)

“…He which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.” (Philippians 1:6)

“I will love thee, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.”
(Psalm 18:1-3)

“In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears. Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth. He bowed the heavens also, and came down: and darkness was under his feet.”
(Psalm 18:6-7, 9)

“As for God, his way is perfect: the word of the Lord is tried: he is a buckler to all those that trust in him. For who is God save the Lord? or who is a rock save our God?”
(Psalm 18:30-31)

“The Lord liveth; and blessed be my rock; and let the God of my salvation be exalted. He delivereth me from mine enemies: yea, thou liftest me up above those that rise up against me: thou hast delivered me from the violent man. Therefore will I give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the heathen, and sing praises unto thy name.”
(psalm 18:46, 48-49)

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The Best Way To Raise A Child

Another dream…

This time I was a young woman, newly married.

My parents had raised me with simple Christian values, but they never felt the need for us to go to a church, read the bible, or pray. And that was fine with me as well, for I could see that we were doing o.k. on our own.

There were some things that I had strong beliefs in,
and one of them was how a child should be raised.

When I became a mother of a beautiful baby girl,
I spent as much time as I could with her,
Convinced that this was the way to bring them up successfully. My husband, her father, was away busy working, and did not have much time to spend with us. But every little lesson she learned, I was there beside her.

I realized, when she was around a year or so,
That I should not just give her everything she wanted,
For then she would end up a spoiled brat.

So there were times when I told her no, for example when she wanted to open a certain cupboard door, and it would be dangerous for her health and safety if she did so.

At first she cried, and showed her temper,
But soon moved on to other explorations.

She grew up to be a beautiful and caring girl, whom I loved greatly.

I had a second baby girl, when my first was almost eight, and I brought her up in the same manner as I did the first.
She also grew up to be a loving, caring, and giving girl. For this reason, she was one I was also very close to, all of my life.

I had another baby girl about five years after the last one, and began raising her up as I had the first two.
After she was a few years old, I realized, that for some reason, she was slightly less thankful for something that would be given to her, than her older sisters had been. But I brushed this off as simply being a quirk of her personality. (She was more reserved in other ways as well.) But as she reached the older teenage years, she became wild and rebellious, which would hurt me greatly.

One day, when she was almost eighteen, (and incredibly beautiful with her model slim body and gorgeous waist length blonde hair,) she stood there, in front of her bedroom doorway. I had just gotten done refinishing her bedroom to the way she had wanted it done. I asked her, how she liked it, hoping this would make her thankful, for not even her sisters had been given such a makeover for their rooms.

“Yes,” she said, “it’s great. Perfect.” But then she gave a long pause, as if she was still considering it. “Well, almost. There’s just one thing still wrong with it.”

“What is that?” I asked her, eager to make the change.

“You’re in it.”

With that, she pulled a lit cigarette from behind her back, pulled a big drag from it, and then blew the smoke right into my face.

I gasped in shock.

Pain was then my response, pain that went so very, very deep. It felt like my heart was actually breaking, and then shriveling up inside. I did not know how to cope with such pain. I was immobilized.

How could my daughter do this to me? She knew she was not to smoke at all in the house. She knew that I was very allergic to the cigarette smoke. My eyes and lungs were already beginning to swell up.

I told her that I was not leaving, for this was my house, and if she really wanted to get away from me, then she should be the one to leave. I also told her that if she left like this, I would never bother her or be a part of her life again. It would be as if she was dead to me.

I had hoped that she would back down at this, but she acted like she was quite happy with it.

She packed up her stuff, and left me with great excitement, and as I watched her leave, I noted that she didn’t even look back once.

It took some time for me to recover from what she had done. In essence, she really did become dead to me. I was also resolved to have it remain this way in the future, for I felt I could not survive another blow to my heart like that one.

Several years after my third child was born, I had another baby, also a girl, and knew it would be my last. (I was old at this time, and was quite surprised at the news, for I had thought that my child bearing years were over.) This baby was doted on by my first two girls, as well as me. But I made sure she was still brought up like the first two had been.

She turned out fine as well, thought she had a way of trying to make sure that everything and everyone in the family was doing o.k..

The third (dead) child would call and talk to her sisters, but ignore me. When my girls then went to tell me how she was doing, I told them that to me she no longer exists, and to keep their news about her to themselves, and to not talk to me about it. If they disobeyed me and talked about her, I would ignore what they said and leave the room.

I supported the first two girls in whatever they wanted to do with their lives, and when they decided to leave the nest, I gave them my full blessing, and still supported them in making their own nest, when they requested my help or my opinion. I remained close to my first two girls, and even to my youngest one.

At one point, my girls told me that their (dead) sister wanted to get in touch with me, for she was getting married and wanted me to go to her wedding. I told them no, and that I didn’t want to hear about it. I no longer knew this person they were talking about. She had been dead to me for so many years now, and would remain so.

My daughters tried to get me to change my mind, but I refused.

More years passed, and at one point, while my youngest daughter and I we were walking around in a big mall, I seen my two older daughters coming towards us, with their arms linked around their other sister, the one still dead to me.

My first thought was ‘So…she’s still alive then,’ but I quickly shifted my eyes to look away from her. Even if she had somehow survived all those years, she was still dead to me.

I could tell that my older girls had hoped for a reconciliation, and probably figured that if I could just actually see her, then I would relent. But they were wrong. I knew the statistics, I had heard the heart-wrenching accounts of the other mothers who had to deal with their wayward, wild children. These kids would say they were sorry, but still go back out and return to the crappy behavior and actions that they had before. Why would I think that my child would be any different from them? There was no way I would ever go through that kind of pain with that child again. The girl she had once been to me had died, and someone else now occupied her body.

A few years after that, my girls told me she was pregnant with her first child. “Mom, they pleaded with me, “Don’t you want to see your own grandchildren?”

“Sure,” I replied. “But that woman’s children would not be my grandchildren.”

They gave up trying to get me to go see them, when they realized I still wanted nothing to do with her.

When my own children had children of their own, I would be the doting grandmother, and shower their kids with attention and presents. Their own children were respective and loving towards me, so caring for them was easy to do and caused me no pain.

But I knew that no matter what, that other woman and her family, would remain dead to me till the day I died.

 

I then woke up from the dream, with tears on my face.

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I wondered, as I lay there in bed, still feeling the inner pain, coldness, and fear that controlled this mother, just what was the best way to raise a child.

It was clear, that simply spending time with the child, and raising the child myself, (instead of handing them over to the overflowing nurseries and then into the public school systems,) would not prevent such wild behavior.

When I went to the Lord about it, He told me that spending the time with the child was still of primary importance, but without an intimate one-on-one relationship with HIM, there would still be problems of this kind. When a mother spends that much time with her child, the parent can sense RIGHT AWAY when something is wrong, and can then petition the problem to Me, and then cast the demon away from the child. (This is done through My Word and through prayer to Me.) But if the parent doesn’t even believe that evil spirits exist, and can try to attack their children, (or of course themselves,) then there is much less hope of fighting off satan’s attacks.

It made me realize, how important a Christian’s spiritual viewpoint is. If they do not believe in evil spirits being able to affect them, then it is almost impossible for them to see some of the person’s negative and hurtful behavior as being separate from the person themselves. One then tends to take it all personally, as an attack on them. And they also might not have much hope of real heart-felt change. What they don’t realize, is that demons can set up and execute the attacks. In this case, the attacks were (at least,) on both the mother and the daughter. But for the most part, the heart of that person themselves, is still yearning for love and reconciliation with their family. And with Jesus, hearts and behavior CAN be changed!

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“But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.”
(Matthew 19:26, KJV)

“The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction. My son, hear the instruction of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother: For they shall be an ornament of grace unto thy head, and chains about thy neck.” (Proverbs 1:7-9)

“Even a child is known by his doings, whether his work be pure, and whether it be right.” (Proverbs 20:11)

“Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.” (Proverbs 16:18, KJV)

“Now these are the commandments, the statutes, and the judgments, which the Lord your God commanded to teach you, that ye might do them in the land whither ye go to possess it: That thou mightest fear the Lord thy God, to keep all his statutes and his commandments, which I command thee, thou, and thy son, and thy son’s son, all the days of thy life; and that thy days may be prolonged. Hear therefore, O Israel, and observe to do it; that it may be well with thee, and that ye may increase mightily, as the Lord God of thy fathers hath promised thee, in the land that floweth with milk and honey. Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God is one Lord: And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might. And these words, which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart: And thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up. And thou shalt bind them for a sign upon thine hand, and they shall be as frontlets between thine eyes. And thou shalt write them upon the posts of thy house, and on thy gates. (Deuteronomy 6:1-9, KJV)

“And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.” (Ephesians 4:32, KJV)

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