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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Discerning Whether These Dreams Are From The Lord

I have had a question posted by a man named Mike, (on the post before this one: https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2012/08/06/four-more-dreams-and-visions-that-have-come-to-pass/,) that deserves to be shared with all the readers of this blog. (I still plan to post a regular blog entry within the next two days.) 

Mike asks: “how are you determining or ‘discerning’ whether these dreams are from the Lord? just if they come true?”

Many of these dreams and visions have come true, and as this is to be a sign amongst the believers, to discern if this is really a Word coming from the Lord or not, I felt it worthwhile to note. (It was, after all, how our family first noticed them!) However this method of discernment does not work well for those believers who receive the dreams. We have found that much more is needed.  

Jesus, through the Holy Spirit, usually tells us if it is from Him or not. This is usually then confirmed through another believer. The ones given to us from satan always has something about them that doesn’t seem…clean somehow. It is hard to describe. Sometimes we can see or hear the demons in the dream, which tells us that the evil one was behind it. If we sense that it is an attack from satan, we will cast it out in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, and ask the Lord to remove the memory of the dream. There have been a few times, when this did not erase the memory of the dream, and the Lord would let us know that there was something we needed to learn from it, usually pertaining to spiritual warfare, that we had to deal with first. Of course, the ones that have the discernable presence of God in them, (for example, seeing God’s Holy angels or hearing the voice of the Lord,) are the easy ones to discern. Often times, the Lord would not let the one who had the dream, forget about it, until it was shared and written down.

 As I’ve said before, some of the last dreams that I’ve posted, (and the next one due in a day or two,) were to show to others the different kinds of dreams our family has experienced. Ours can not be the only family who has been given such gifts of spiritual discernment! There must be others out there who are also experiencing such dreams, and visions, for in Joel 2:28-32 and again in Acts 2:15-21, the scriptures claim that “…It shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions, and also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit.” My children have come to believe that they are but amongst the first numbered of those who will be given these gifts, and that these gifts will be given out more and more as the end of days grow nearer. (See also Ephesians 4:11-12.) And since scriptures also state that we “…know in part, and we prophesy in part,” and that “we see through a glass darkly,” (1 Corinthians 13:9 and 12,) we need the body of Christ to help us all function as a whole, just as Romans 12:4-8 and 1 Corinthians 12:12-27 says. For this reason, I have been told to share them and not hold them back, for there may come one who may need the sharing of these experiences. 

Yes, the ones on Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston confused us all on why they were given, (they seemed so worldly,) yet the Lord has used them to convict others in our family, not to simply ignore such odd prophetic dreams, but to share them with each other, and for us to bring them to God in prayer. (You certainly don’t want to ignore God if they were from Him, and you don’t want to ignore it if it was from satan – he needs to be firmly cast out in Jesus name!) However odd these dreams may seem, no evil was sensed in those two dreams. Both the Michael Jackson dream and the Whitney Houston dream simply revealed that something ‘of the world’ was going to have an effect upon the world. To those who are so spiritually sensitive, such an upset amongst the populace can have a disturbing effect on the senses. (For example, the day before 9-11 was EXTREMELY hard on us!) Letting them know before hand what it was, and to not let it affect them, was a blessing. It was also sensed that their death was another small step towards a kind of ‘paradigm shift’ (defined in our family, as a demonic bondage of a large group of people,) towards the ‘N.W.O.’ (How, we do not know.) The Michael Jackson one showed us that some of these dreams and visions can be actual mini-clips of future events. (I had been wondering at that time if they were, or if they were just symbolic.)

The visions of earthquake/tsunami destruction, is teaching my family that besides sharing (whatever it is that we have to share,) the purpose in the dream might also be to pray for those who might be affected by such destruction, like Sarah, another believer, had suggested in her response to my posting.  (Thank you Sarah for your comment!)

The Lord always helps us work through these experiences; I am VERY thankful to Him that He has never left us nor forsaken us. Glory always to Jesus Christ of Nazareth!

May we all remain in Him through these end times,
C. Dunamis

The Letters J And H, And 3 Visions That Have Come True

Does anyone know of a government-owned historical building with the letters J and H in its name?

One of my kids came to me a few weeks ago, (the one who foreseen Obama becoming president,) and told me of a vision within a dream that they had. They seen some kind of government-owned historical building being destroyed, and the invasion of troops that surrounded it. This child said it had the letters J and then an H in its name. (Frustratingly the child couldn’t remember the full name.)

This child is not comfortable with some of these kinds of disaster visions/dreams, for the child feels like all it really does is to predict people’s deaths, and doesn’t see them furthering the kingdom of Christ or helping God’s people. I am hoping that by posting this out here on this web site, (BEFORE it happens,) that it WILL serve as a warning to others, and will somehow even end up preserving their life!

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Some have asked me, about some of the other dreams and visions that have come true. At first, I thought there could be no value in such sharing, for it is always easy for someone to come forth after the event, and then claim that they knew before hand what would happen.  Yet I am sensing that it would still be good to share some of them, to reveal just how some of these visions/dreams were given. It may provide an insight to others with a similar spiritual gift. So this week, I share three of them below:

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The one predicting Obama’s presidency (As yet, only half of this vision has come true.)

This was a vision, not a dream. The vision lasted only moments. A newscaster, with shoulder length (or around that length,) blonde hair, was wearing a pink-toned business jacket or suit of some kind, and was speaking into a microphone that she held up to her mouth. Behind her, was a low one-story red brick building. Suddenly, the doors to the building opened up, and a group of people came out. The reporter spoke. 

“President Barack Obama and his cabinet members have just exited the building…”

At this, a flurry of flash bulbs went off around the reporter, and other reporters tried to get the attention of the President, but the President just gave a quick nod and a slight smile at the cameras and reporters, and kept walking forward, surrounded by his cabinet members and helpers.

The reporter then continued. “We have been told that the President’s geo-engineering solution has failed, and that they were going to go back to the drawing board to begin the search for another solution to the problem…”

And at this, the vision abruptly ended.


A few days after this vision, the Democratic National Convention was trying to decide who they would back as their candidate for president, and they showed a picture of Barack Obama as one of the contenders on the TV screen. As soon as this child seen Obama, they boldly spoke up and told us that this man would be the next president of the United States. When I asked this child, “are you sure?” They shrugged and said “if not this election, then maybe the next one. But at some point, that man will become the president of the United States.” It was then, that the child told me of the vision.

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Japan’s 2011 Tsunami

This one was also a short vision. Huge tsunami waves were seen inundating what looked like well-tended farm lands, barns, and roads. When the waves reached an oil refinery, explosions of fireballs broke out, shaking the ground with its tremors. One of them almost looked like a mushroom cloud. Then the vision ended.

This child gave me this vision, a few months before the Japan Tsunami. For every day that nothing happened, we both had that eerie feeling, that something bad was going to happen. But neither of us sensed where it would take place, and as there were no tell-tale voices within the vision, we could not tell where it would hit.

When the Tsunami hit Japan, our whole family watched it as the TV news reports came in, showing the devastation. When the oil refineries were shown exploding, this child looked at me in shock, exclaiming “it’s exactly what I had seen in my vision! Exactly!” Then my child left the room, clearly upset. “I don’t want to see anymore,” this child told us. “I’ve already seen it anyways…”  

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Haiti’s 2010 Earthquake

This one was also a short vision. All this child could hear and see, were people screaming in terror, their voices suddenly being silenced, and at the same time seeing people running and all the buildings within view, wobble and then collapse in heaps on the ground. Despite the fact that my child had no idea what language these people were speaking, my child could tell that the survivors were crying out for help. This  child knew it was not in America, for most of the people were darker skinned, and looked like they lived in a warmer climate. 

My child did not know where or when this quake would strike, and the urge to somehow warn others was strong, but without more information, felt that they could not. “Besides,” this child thought, “who would take such a warning from someone like me seriously?”

When the news footage of the Haiti quake played over the television, this child sat there watching it for the first few moments, crying. “That was it,” the child told me. “That was the quake I seen in my vision…” 

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