Heaven’s Tour Bus

 

I dreamed that I boarded a tour bus, and I sat right up front so I could see everything up close.

First stop was at an enormous shopping mall. There were halls upon halls filled with little specialty stores. Each boutique was unique from the other, and displayed items from a place and time in history. Every place in the world had their own ‘wing’ of shopping stores, and each store represented a different time in its history. Every place and time was covered, from cave man to the future. Anything you desired could be had. All you had to do was ask the store clerk, and they then gave it to you.

The mall was crowded with many different people going in and out of the stores with their packages and purchases, each one smiling and enjoying themselves as they went about their business. But no one seen us or looked at us. It was as if we were invisible to them. They seen the tour guide angels, but they must have sensed that they were not alone, and so they stayed out of their way.

As I watched it all, my mind could hardly grasp all the choices before me. I knew it would take a lifetime to explore all the little stores. And oh, wouldn’t it be wonderful to explore them someday with my mother?

Just then, I seen someone walk by me, holding an old book open to their reading page, with a beautiful Celtic bookmark, hand-painted and stamped with gold leaf.

“Oh!” I exclaimed to my tour guide, “I’d like to have one of those!” And just then, someone else walked by from the other direction with a beautiful hair clip holding back her hair. It would be perfect for my friend. “And one of those,” I said. I turned to my guide. “Where is the store that has those?”

The guide told me it was in a different wing of the mall, and that we did not have time to go there on this tour. “Come,” the guide said to me, “we must go.”

“Wait!” I exclaimed, “couldn’t I just go into this store to get the bookmark? It’s right here in front of us.”

But the angel guide nearest to me shook its head no. “It will be delivered to you,” he said, and then we turned and got back into the tour bus.

After driving some distance, we suddenly came upon a valley as big as the Grand Canyon, with a cliff just as steep. The bus lurched out and downwards, and I screamed as I watched the earth come up to me. We tumbled, and then stopped for a moment, to see if everyone was still O.K.

Shaken but unharmed, we continued on into the depths of this valley, till we reached a small settlement of people, camped out by a big red rock. It was dry here, but pleasantly so, with the sun bright overhead, but without the searing heat. There was a light breeze blowing about, which made it a very pleasant day. Perfect picnic weather, I thought.

As I came closer, I could see the people walking about and going on about their business. They had trailer homes, propped up around each other, so they could all be together. Then, as I came close to one of them, one with a white sunshade propped up and out and a picnic table beneath it, my eyes caught a familiar sight and I stumbled.

“Is that my Father?” I whispered to the guide. I doubted it was, even though it looked exactly like him when he was in his twenties, for this man was laughing and smiling, something I had rarely seen my father do. He was talking and listening to the others around him tells him their stories, and him sharing his with them.

“Yes,” the angel answered me, “it is your father. But you must not stare at him, for that would cause him to notice you, and he is not to know right now that you are here.”

Oh! To turn my eyes away from his peaceful smiling face took everything I had in me. But I obeyed the angel, and looked away.

Our bus continued on again, and made it’s way to another grand canyon. When we came to the sharp drop again, I knew then what was in store for us, and I started to pray over and over again, “Oh my God oh my God oh my God!” till suddenly we were riding on the bottom of the canyon again. The angel must have seen the confusion on my face, for it explained to me, “this canyon is easier to access.”

This time, we rode on, till we came to a larger community, all green covered land, and mild temperatures, with little high-rises all around. Each rise, had everything that was needed in its building. The high rise was filled with people; many of them single women, all in the prime of their lives.

Then the tour guide talks to the building manager, and then the manager gives a nod, and leads us to a small room in one of the high rises. I enter and quietly look around.
The place reminded me of a laundry room, with washing machines lined up on one side of the room, while the other side had tables for one to sit upon and sort their laundry. I frowned in confusion, still not understanding. Why bring me here? I knew there must be something special about this room; I just wasn’t catching it.

Then I looked upwards to the wall and seen it.

My Mother’s cross-stitch. My mother’s ceramics. Her art work, up on the walls of the laundry room. I thought, “oh! How sweet of them to let my mother hang her work here!”
I looked closer, and seen there were several different small banners in cross-stitch, that had a date, name, and an emblem on it. Other ceramics that hung on the wall (bird, flower, bunny, dove, etc.,) was inscribed with a person’s name & date. There were several ones there with her name on it, among the other names on the wall. The manager told me the other names were Mom’s friends.

When I understood that, I looked around at the machines and wondered why heaven would even need washing machines. Then the angel stepped in and told me that these washing machines were different than the ones I knew of. These didn’t just clean dirt from clothes; they removed emotional stuff from things and cleaned it of all resentment, anger, bitterness, etc., anything that was un-Christ-like. An item could be put in the washer, and as a blinding white light would swirl in and around it, the person ‘washing their dirty laundry’, would sit at one of the tables and tell God all about their resentment, anger, bitterness, etc., and then leave those emotions with Him. The item associated with the ‘stuff’, then comes out clean and free of all ‘dirt’ and made new again.

My mother’s work, hanging on the walls, commemorated these events. Each piece of work had the person’s first name on it, along with the date. The last item on the banner or artwork was a symbol of what took the place of the ‘stuff’. The ceramics was the symbol itself, and had the person’s name etched into it, along with the date on the back of it.

How ironic! I had thought that God would somehow forcefully remove it (anger, resentment, etc.,) from a person, before letting them go through the gates of heaven. After all, I figured, why would God ever let such dirt into heaven? If He did, then it wouldn’t be heaven then anymore, would it?

But I was wrong. God does let it into heaven. He doesn’t forcefully remove it from the person. Instead, He waits for the person to get tired of the ‘dirt’ first, and then helps them to remove it. The tour guide told me that emotional ‘Dirt’ up in heaven, really stands out. It hinders the person’s joy in heaven, so one is naturally drawn to having it washed. When the spirit of God washes and purifies it, it enables them to let go of the negative emotions, which feels good and gives them more joy. All this takes place as commonly as we do our laundry down here on earth. (And mind you, unlike here, a person’s ‘stuff’ is seen as being quite separate from the people themselves!)

I was sitting on the bench and starring at my Mother’s work that hung upon the walls, when I seen my Mother walk in.

She was young and beautiful again, just like her pictures of when she was a young woman.

I quick looked at the angel again, to see if I could acknowledge her, and the angel nodded a yes.

Mom sat down beside me, and we turned to each other and held each other in our arms.
I was crying, and finding it hard to speak.

“Oh Mom,” I said, in a release of breath, “I’m so glad they’re letting me be with you!”
I wanted to tell her, all about my fears and second-guesses, of asking God to take her home to heaven, instead of having her hang on in pain down here. But in a sudden flash of realization, I sensed it wasn’t necessary, and that Mom fully understood and was glad that I had answered the way I had.

But then I found myself admitting something to her that I had not even voiced to myself down on earth. Something far deeper and uglier.

“Oh Mom,” I cried, still in her arms, “you want to know what’s really awful? If I had known just how hard and painful it would be for me without you, I would have never asked God to bring you to heaven!”

And at this, I cried more, and felt all my shame at this ugly truth revealed. I had expected her to turn away with disgust, once she realized how very self-centered and selfish I really was inside. (To think of keeping her here with me simply for my own comfort, even though it would cause her such pain!)

But she didn’t. She simply held me as I cried, and whispered words of comfort to me. “Sh, there, there, it’s O.K., I understand. It’s O.K.”

I stayed there, in her embrace; till I could feel some of her calm and peace blanket my own soul. I breathed a sigh of relief, as the last sobs racking my body faded away.
Then I looked up, to see her leaving, just like how a mother tiptoes out of her child’s room after finally getting them back to sleep. Only she wasn’t tiptoeing, she was walking, and I wasn’t quite asleep yet.

I was about to ask the angel why she could not stay longer, when the angel told me that she needed to get back to her crafts, for it was time for one of her ceramic pieces to come out of the kiln.

I got up then, and turned to the angel, thinking we would get back on the tour bus, for I was now eager to see more. But the angel let me know that the tour had ended, and with a gentle lift of her hand, I was sent back to earth and then I woke up.

 

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Rev. 21:4-5, KJV “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new…”

The Praises Of One Little Believer

A dream…

I found that I had a few hours to spend by myself,
So I wandered down to the ocean,
And found an inlet opening,
That was bound on either side by huge cliffs.

I was relieved and excited to find that I could see
No other person on the beach.
There were huge boulders sticking out of the sand,
That were taller than me, so I listened for the sound of another person beyond them, but could hear nothing.

I was alone.

I gave a great exchange of breath in relief,
Enjoying the salty tang of the air in my lungs.
I looked out before me,
And seen the vast view of water, sand, space, and sky.

I knew that the Lord was with me,
So I began to talk to Him, right out loud, as if He was right there beside me, just listening to me.

I told Him how thankful I was to Him,
For bringing me here to this place, and for loving me the way He does, despite my faults and sins. I thanked Him for my children, my husband, and the faith they hold in Him. I thanked Him for the shelter we have, and for the little jobs that were coming in, that was helping us to stay afloat. (My husband had been out of a steady job for the past year and a half or more, having been laid off at the end of his contract. But the Lord provides enough work to still help pay the bills.) I thanked Him for many things. For all that I had, and for all that I did not have. Mostly, I thanked Him for loving me anyways, and for talking to me.

Next, I began to share with him, my fears and concerns, asking Him if we should still remain where we’re living, or if we should move to wherever my husband might find his next work contract. But the Lord reminded me, that He had provided for us, and will still provide for us, and to not go chasing after the job, but to keep our eyes focused on Him. When the time came to move, He would let us know.

This reminded me, of the great earthquake, fire, tsunami, and flood, that has been prophesized by others to come upon the West coast. Even my own children have had dreams of this happening.

I looked out upon the now calm waters of the ocean,
And realized that one day this water would rise far above my head, and engulf the people of the bay area.

For a moment, fear hovered near by at such a thought,
But I realized that I was safe at this time, and that it would not happen while I was on the beach. So fear left me. But in its place, came a great sorrow, that filled me up, as I thought of those who would die, without ever knowing my God as their very best friend.

So my knees fell into the sand and dirt, and I began to pray in earnest to save the people of the bay area. I prayed that they would give up their god of money, stuff, power, and positions, and work instead to follow Him. I began to cry, tears overflowing my eyes so that I could hardly see. What will these people do, Lord, when they see the high waters come for them? Would they repent even then?
I prayed for them a little while longer, and then moved on to other more personal topics.

I then asked the Lord, to please continue to bless our family, and to keep holding us in His hands. I thought yet again, of all that He had done for us, and the joy that filled me, overflowed. I found myself wanting to break into song.

So I stood there, as the sun was just beginning to set,
And sang songs of praise to my God.
The songs caused me to break down in tears again at one point, crying tears of thanks and joy. But I would not stop.
I got back up to my feet, and began to walk around, as my voice rang out clear and true, echoing off the cliffs around me, and flowing out into the ocean.

I even sang songs that cast out satan,
That bound all the works of the devil,
And ended in giving all glory to Jesus.

Suddenly, from out of the corner of my eye,
I seen a flash of red movement, coming from up the beach a ways, behind me.

I stopped singing, realizing I was no longer alone. For a moment, I felt embarrassed, but figured it was a public place, and I knew that I had an o.k. voice, so at least listening to me sing would not have given them an earache.

I expected some kind of comment from the person,
(I really had been singing loudly, and they were not too far away,) but the person remained silent.

The person came closer to me, still managing to keep a good clear distance from me, and tried to leave the beach area,
By walking past me from behind, keeping as close to the cliff as they possibly could.

I could see now, that the person was wearing a full cape, that covered their head and body in the color of red blood.

Then another came from behind him, following the same path as the first. Their robes were trimmed in some kind of metallic braid, and the cape looked to be made of fine velvet. They refused to look at me, and kept their head averted from my direction, so I could not see their faces. They kept their hands in their bell shaped sleeves, like the monks of old would do, and slowly but methodically walked forward and up the inlet behind me without saying a word.

A third just like them followed their path, and then I realized, that more were coming from behind them. I began to count them as they passed me, one by one.

I heard a sound from the other side of the inlet, and turned to see more of the same kind of people, walking out of the inlet and off the beach. They were all dressed in the same blood red hooded velvet cloaks. They were too far away for me to see any of their faces, and they kept their faces downcast and averted like the others, so I could not tell if they were even male or female.

I then realized with a start, that these were practicing satanists of a higher order, and that I must have interrupted their time of spell casting and worshiping satan along the public beach.

One of them broke apart from their exit path, and came towards me, while the others continued to exit the area behind him, and behind me.

I could tell by the way this person walked, that it was a man and that he was the leader of this group.

His cloak parted as he walked towards me, revealing clothes that were black in color, with the imprint of a bleached white skeleton upon them. The face was also painted all black, with the skeleton form painted over his face in stark white. He was speaking something under his breath, but I could not hear it.

As he came towards me, I began to feel dizzy, so I cast out the demon of dizziness from me in Jesus name.

The man paused there at the opening, and raised his hand towards me like a stop sign.

I could see his hand was all gloved in black, but had the imprint once again, of a white skeleton hand covering over it.

The dizziness increased, so I began to speak in tongues from under my breath, hoping that this would remove the dizziness.

It did.

The man was still holding up his hand,
And as the last of his people filed out from behind me and him, he turned slightly, still facing me, and began to also walk out of the inlet. He walked completely out of the inlet backwards, not willing to turn his back to me for even a moment.

I was astounded and shocked, as I realized the truth.

HE WAS AFRAID OF ME!

Me! Little miss nobody from nowhere!
They were afraid of me!

This coven of satanic witches,
Thirteen robed figures in all,
were afraid of me!

It felt as if my heart leapt with joy, as I seen the leader’s skeleton face finally disappear among the inlet’s crevice.

My God is so big, that just the praises of one little believer has the power to chase away a coven of satanic witches!

I gave thanks to the Lord, for using me to disarm this coven. Then I began to sing again, a song of praise unto my Lord.

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I awoke, with the song still ringing clearly in my mind.

It was “Hallelujah” from Handel’s Messiah.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76RrdwElnTU )

(Or with lyrics: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyviyF-N23A&list=PLPKLQ8LMUJA8RWBV5Z1XORO-GFQCRMXMG )

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“But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.” (Psalm 22:3, KJV)

“…I will bless the LORD at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth” (Psalms 34:1).

“By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name” (Hebrews 13:15).

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.” (Psalm 23, KJV)

“And at midnight Paul and Silas prayed, and sang praises unto God: and the prisoners heard them. And suddenly there was a great earthquake, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken: and immediately all the doors were opened, and every one’s bands were loosed.”
(Acts 16:25-26, KJV)

“Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.”
(Psalm 8:2, KJV)

(See also 2 Chronicles 20)

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Update:
While working on this posting late one evening, I decided to do some quick research on the topic of satanists or witches using red robes during their ceremonies. (I didn’t think witches wore them too much, but I found that they could. Satanists sometimes do, but it is the illuminati that mostly uses the red robes that are trimmed in gold or silver embroidery. ) During this search, I was unaware that the pages I had opened on my computer, to do the research, were letting great satanic demons into our household. I sensed, during one of the page visits, to close the window, cast out those demons from that page, and to close the door that had opened by my visit, which I did. But apparently, I should have done this to every page I opened on that topic, for some of my children reported to me the following morning, that they had experienced demonic attacks (the attacks woke them up from a deep sleep,) and were being awakened almost every hour on the hour for the entire night by the satanic demons.

Some of these topics, are clearly dangerous to explore on the web!

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