The Biggest Event In This Man’s Life

A dream…

This time, I am an angel of the Lord,
A recording angel,
Sent to accompany one of the healing angels of the Lord on a mission of mercy and grace, and to answer a believer’s prayer.

We are in one of the top hospitals in the world,
In the cardiologist department.

Before me, is the head of the department,
An African-American doctor well known for his newest advanced treatments in cardiology. (He was very proud of himself, having come so far despite those who had been prejudiced against him because of his ethnicity.)

Also with him in his office, is his wife and son.

His wife is still quite pretty despite her older age, dressed in the latest of fashions, and her glossy hair smoothed out into a shoulder-length bob, and his son, a teenager, only fourteen years old, was with her. The son looked like he had taken a short break from his prep school, for he still had on the sharp looking dark blue pants and crisp white shirt, tie, and blazer that was the uniform of the private school.

It was noon, and the man’s wife and children had come to see if they could pull him away from his work for just an hour or so for lunch.

I watched, as they began to argue, for the man had already forbidden his wife and child to come and trouble him while he was working. But his wife still pleaded with him, telling him that it was the only place that he would even stop to listen to them, and since it was during his lunch break, she felt he should be able to spend some time with them.

The boy then picked up a handful of fat tongue depressors that had been sitting on the cardiologist’s desk, and began stuffing them into his suit pocket. The man became quite upset at this, and told him to stop and put them back. His son then told him that he needed them for his school project, as regular Popsicle sticks were too thin for his use. The father then returned to fighting with the mother, blaming her for interrupting his day and trying to shame her into leaving. But she would not.

I knew the man would not leave and go to lunch with his wife, for he felt could not; he had pompously just told his staff that they could take their breaks, and that he alone would stay and watch over the patients for the next half an hour. It wasn’t like the unit was full; there was only four patients in his unit, and he was very confident that he could handle it all by himself.

Of the four patients, one was his closest friend, a man he had grown up with and gone to school with. He was most worried about him, for he exhibited the worst of symptoms, and looked to be on his last breath. He hated the thought that there was not more that he could do for him, and he feared that his best friend would die under his care.

Of the remaining three patients, there was another one that he felt shouldn’t even have been admitted into his care, for he felt his case was not serious enough to warrant his attention. He remained there under his care, as a favor to another, who was on the board of directors. (He resented this.)

Suddenly, as the man and wife continued to argue, one of the heart monitors begins to fluctuate. I waited for the man to stop arguing with his wife, and go check it out, but he was not paying any attention to anything except his wife.

I went into the room of this man’s best friend, and watched the heart monitor completely change, and listened to the man warmly chuckle and laugh with joy. My angel partner was doing his work on him as he had been ordered to do by the great I AM. The man was being completely healed and strengthened, and was being told what he was to do with the rest of his life. He was to give up his previously self-centered lifestyle and serve the one who had just saved him. This pleased the man very much, for he had always wondered in the back of his mind, if there really was a God somewhere up in the heavens, and now he was getting all the proof he needed that there was. I listened to his voice, (it reminded me of James Earl Jones,) and was warmed by his enthusiasm upon receiving his instructions. I kept thinking that the cardiologist should be in this room witnessing this, but when I went back out to check in on him, he was still too engrossed in arguing with his wife.

This grieved me greatly, (as it did the Lord,) for I knew that he was missing the biggest event in this man’s life. His eternal life, and those of his family’s, was at stake. If he had been in that room, witnessing all that transpired, he would have become a believer in Christ. His then changed behavior, would have caused his wife and son to also become a believer in Jesus. But because the man had not taken the few minutes that was needed the night before, to tell his wife something that showed he still cared for her, and ask his son how he was doing in school, he was now missing the most important moment of his entire life, and even the most important moment of his friend’s life.

For from this moment on, the cardiologist would begin to grow apart from his closest friend, because he would not believe what had just happened to him, and would think his best friend was crazed. His friend would try to tell him what had really transpired in that room, but he would never come to believe it. He would peruse past the monitor’s print outs and see the return to normal heart beats, but would have no reasoning for it, except for his friend probably following his regiment so closely.

Just moments after my angel of healing partner left the cardiologist’s best friend, the other man’s heart monitor, the one who the cardiologist felt should not have even been there, began to beat erratically, and then flat lined. I went back out to check on the cardiologist, but once again, he was too involved in arguing with his wife, (trying to be self-righteous,) that he completely missed the other man’s heart alarm going off.

This saddened both me and the Lord, for we knew that all it would take to save this man, was a defibrillator  to his chest, and all would have been well again. (No prayers were ever said for this man, and he was a staunch atheist, so we did not intervene.)

But the man ended up dying. And as this man was not a believer, we knew his soul would now go down into hell. Had he lived, we had hope that he still, somehow, might have turned from his wicked ways and come to the Lord, but his time had run out and now it was too late.

The cardiologist stopped arguing with his wife, when he seen his best friend calmly walk out of his room and into his office to say goodbye. The cardiologist strongly argued then with him, that despite him felling better, he should stay in the hospital under observation, just in case his symptoms should return. But he then told him what had happened, and that he no longer had need of the sick bed, for the Lord On High had healed him.

His wife also then turned away, and with her son, left her husband there at the hospital, for she knew then that no matter what, he would not go out with them for lunch that day.

After his wife and friend left, the cardiologist checked up on the rest of his patients, and discovered the now dead man that had been forced under his care. He reviewed the records, and soon realized that he probably would have lived had he not been so distracted by his wife and son. His guilt was so strong that he never told another person at the hospital of what he had let happen, but he went home that night and blamed his wife for the man’s death. After that, the wife soon left him, and sued him for divorce, and received custody of his son.

I then woke up.

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1 Corinthians 7:3-4 (1599 Geneva)

“Let the husband give unto the wife due benevolence, and likewise also the wife unto the husband. The wife hath not the power of her own body, but the husband: and likewise also the husband hath not the power of his own body, but the wife.”

1 Corinthians 7:16 (1599 Geneva)
“For what knowest thou, O wife, whether thou shalt save thine husband? Or what knowest thou, O man, whether thou shalt save thy wife?”

Malachi 2:14-16 ESV
“But you say, “Why does he not?” Because the Lord was witness between you and the wife of your youth, to whom you have been faithless, though she is your companion and your wife by covenant. Did he not make them one, with a portion of the Spirit in their union? And what was the one God seeking? Godly offspring. So guard yourselves in your spirit, and let none of you be faithless to the wife of your youth. “For the man who does not love his wife but divorces her, says the Lord, the God of Israel, covers his garment with violence, says the Lord of hosts. So guard yourselves in your spirit, and do not be faithless.”

Colossians 3:19 ESV
Husbands, love your wives, and do not be harsh with them.

Proverbs 31:10 ESV
An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels.

John 15:13 (KJV)
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

Luke 5:24-26 (KJV)
“…I say unto thee, Arise, and take up thy couch, and go into thine house. And immediately he rose up before them, and took up that whereon he lay, and departed to his own house, glorifying God. And they were all amazed, and they glorified God, and were filled with fear, saying, We have seen strange things to day.”

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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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