Not one for CHURCH, or HOLY
ROLLIN', ya see…
Always came by my Soul-Power
naturally
Tho' I've always felt a
kinship with ole J.C.
'Cuz he seems like a pretty
nice dude
To me.
* * * * * *
On February 18, 2011, it was a Full Moon and I had a dream
about Jesus. I know this because I kept
a dream journal and it states quite plainly on the page:
"* February 18, 2011 - Full Moon * I see JESUS. His face appears, glowing & shining,
emitting love. I find all sorts of
"Jesus-like sayings" (scripture?) popping into my head…."
Anyhow, the dream goes on and it's this intense vision of me
and Chris going thru some kind of disaster: The walls of our bedroom melting,
the room quaking, fuses blowing, sketches of my own terrified face appearing on
our bathroom wall…. In short, a real freak-show.
I actually woke from that dream because of the powerful sensation
of our bed vibrating. (ßI
know, I know. Linda Blair territory, you're
thinking. But no - this was something
different. I don't really know what it
was. But it went pretty far beyond my
usual LUCID DREAM adventure.)
So I guess it was around 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning when
this dream woke me, and I got up quick and scuttled into the bathroom to write
it down. I remember I kept
double-checking the wall to see if there was indeed a sketch of my face up beside the mirror - somehow fully expecting it to still be there, like it was in my
dream - and relieved that it wasn't.
* * * * * *
Ok, so this next part
is NOT a dream.
It's the next day and me, Chris, Ellie (ßshe was still alive and
would be for another 4 months) and Herman take a drive to CVS for a
prescription.
I'm online at the prescription desk and a black
woman approaches me, she's perhaps in her early 70's but it's hard to tell. Very down-home Southern accent. She has her grandson with her, and he looks
to be about 10 years old.
She puts her hand on my arm and goes: "Jesus
wants me to bless you, child."
I just look at her, thunder-struck. The store is crowded as all hell but suddenly
it feels like nobody else is anywhere near us - altho' I definitely sense
people starting to stare, as she raises her voice:
"Jesus tells me that you are needing him to come into
your heart STRONG, my girl."
And without even giving it a THOUGHT, I find myself
blurting out MY DREAM to this woman. I
tell her: "I SAW Jesus last nite, Ma'am.
He came to me in my dream. It was
very intense. I don't think I've ever
had a Jesus-Dream in my life until last nite…"
She tightens her grip on my arm and just
starts SPEAKING IN TONGUES - her eyes are rolling back in her head, the
works. She does this for like 2 full minutes or something, getting louder all the
while. The sensation in my arm reminds
me of my bed vibrating in the dream…
And then she's finished - POOF - she lets go of my
arm. I'm stunned. I look at her grandson and say: "Does
she do this a lot?"
He looks bored, goes: "Sometimes. Not a lot."
The woman grabs a pad of hot-pink Post-it notes from her shoulder bag. Jots down her name and telephone number. Hands it to me. She's some kind of pastor. Calls herself Apostle _____.
"You call me any time my girl. If you need me, I am a phone call away. Jesus is with you. He will never leave you, you are his beloved child. Remember that in the days to come."
And spontaneously, (for me, anyhow) we give one
another a mighty hug. I smile at her
grandson and he gives a shy little grin back.
And then they're gone - making their way down the crowded CVS aisle
together, and it's my turn on the prescription line and then soon I'm gone,
too.
* * * * * *
Happy Thanksgiving, Everybody.
Love, Light and Jesus is Just Alright.
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