"Communism for California" west coast riots from 2006 dream (update: streaming hive mind dream)

Uncanny similarity from dreams on the net
Maybe the creator gave each a piece so that we could unite and paint a picture
Sadly that don't seem to be happening
Any who I was wondering what happens next
Suppose after the world war and everything
Did you see any dreams regarding robots culling the masses and filling the workforce like something like in terminator?
Keep posting dreams please thank you
MOAR dreams FTW!

Two things about this dream:

1) It existed in two timelines simultaneously (yeah, new for me) both present and future.

2) America was typified by a soldier named "Ephraim". More about that in a later post. . . maybe.


America going to War without Armour - April 26, 2017


I was standing on a battlefield on which the battle had not yet happened, and yet, I could see it in progress at a future time.

There was a man there, boasting his head off about what he was going to do and how great he was. He talked about his prowess in war - his power and boldness. He bragged about his past exploits. He didn't need a response - he was terribly impressed with himself.

At the same moment I could see the battlefield covered with bodies of himself. Thousands of soldiers that were him - this guy, Ephraim, were lying dead in the blood and mud on a battlefield. I watched the "enemy" kill easily because Ephraim was not wearing any armour.

In the present, I was carrying an armful of Ephraim's armour around, begging him to put it on. I told him that he was going to die, and to put on the armour. I said, "You need God's protection. Without it, you will die."

He brushed me aside, and continued to boast about how he didn't need God's protection, he was his own protection - everyone was scared of him because he was such a badass, and armour - ha! He didn't need it.

In the future, I watched him die, suddenly, without warning, or time to even see it coming and be afraid. One moment he was boasting. The next he was dead.

I stood there by his body, crying, and still holding his armour.


I woke up.

Yes. But the robots did not take the place of common workers, they became a low-level police force and info-gathering system. There were some work-bots - but they did very repetitive type work - street sweeping, vacuuming, etc. . .


COPBOTS - dream 2012

In the dream I saw a guy who was supposed to go to work, freaking out and not going to work. Later, there was a sound at the door, and he opened it.

There was a Copbot at the door. It was about 5 feet tall, and looked like a stainless armored bullet. It had a camera eye and immediately scanned his face for recognition and asked him for his name. It also asked him to state a reason why he did not show up at work.

The man obviously tried to stay calm and say the right answers. The copbot asked several questions like "how are you feeling?" and I got the impression that it was able to analyze whether the man had been drinking, if he was excited or irritated, whether he was armed or not, etc... It told him he needed to report to a certain place within the next 24 hours.

The guy kept trying to make believable excuses, but the copbot's programming was impressive.

In one scene I saw someone hit a copbot with all his might and tip it over. The problem was there were so many of them, that the guy was tazed by another one.

Later, I saw the first guy sneak out of his apartment when the copbot was gone. He followed alleys and drains - at which point I also saw maintenance bots. He climbed and crawled, and eventually got out of the city - which appeared to be quite difficult.

In a different dream I saw electric fences around the cities, so maybe that is why it was hard for him to get out.

Once he was out of the city, there were no more bots. But he had to find food and survive on his own.

I woke up when he was out.

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damn. that sounds like 10 yrs+ from now. how can this world go on that long?

Not necessarily. What if it's not all over the whole world - just a few major cities where people are corralled? I saw a thread recently about mall robots already being used in California - they looked amazingly a lot like the copbots in my dream. I don't think it'll be another 10 years of this downhill slide either. . .

Ostriches and Wolves - 2013

This dream was an allegory that I puzzled over for a few years.

I dreamed I was a teenage girl with a younger brother. There were warnings about going out of the city and into the woods/mountains. It was said that evil ostriches lived there and laid in wait to kill and butcher unsuspecting humans. If you did go in the forest, you were told to stay on the road and in your car, never to explore.

For some reason I had to go somewhere on the edge of the forested mountains and felt some terror about it. I was poor and had nothing but a bicycle to ride. I had seen the awful footage of butchered humans on TV and was convinced the ostriches were evil.

I accomplished my errand and was headed for home, on the bike. Up ahead of me, on the road, I saw a roadblock of police. Only, the police were wolves. This did not surprise me in the dream. I knew the wolves were our police, and that they were there to serve and protect. But as I got closer I realized they had not seen me yet - the bike was silent. Then, I realised with horror that they were gathered around a bloody mess on the road, and appeared to be tearing and eating the body.

At first I felt only confusion and doubt over what I saw. Surely I was wrong - surely I was seeing things. Then, I began to feel terror, because I was so close to the scene of violence. I was almost there. The wolves looked up, startled. They saw me, and crouched down, backing up as though prepared to spring at me. I stopped in the road, about a 100 feet from them, and tried to think and understand what was happening.

Suddenly two tall and glowing-white ostriches stepped out into the road between me and the wolves.

To be continued. . .

continued. . . (yeah, this was probably the longest dream I ever had!)

With the appearance of the ostriches, the wolves backed away. They stood up and appeared more human-like, turning away to clean the blood from their faces. One of them called to me,

“Stay calm, kid, we’ll get you out of this. Those diabolical ostriches butchered this poor civilian, and we’re cleaning up the mess. You just act calm, and come toward us very slowly. We’ve got you covered. . .”

My mind jerked and flipped with the change. I saw a dozen TV clips all at once, and felt like I just woke up from a bad dream. I had imagined the wolves eating a man. What was wrong with me? I looked fearfully at the ostriches and they looked back at me.

They were so calm. And absolutely silent. They did not try to persuade me to do anything. They just stood there, shining. I thought how deceiving their appearance was — how it made them all the more sinister.

The wolves were calling directions to me, and I began to make my way carefully around the ostriches, giving them a wide berth. They just stood there, watching. While I was inching around the ostriches, a civilian car drove up and slowed to a stop. Then another. They were all watching through their windows, terrified.

At last I made it all the way around them and to the wolves. The wolves grabbed me and shoved me in one of their cars, announcing loudly to the civilians that I was safe, they were safe, everyone was safe. . .

Through the windows, I saw the wolves toss my bike off the road. I saw the ostriches look at me one last time, and then turn and walk off of the road and into the forest.

“I’m safe now,” I thought. “They didn’t harm me. They didn’t . . . harm me.”

The civilian cars followed the police/wolves back into the city.

To be continued. . .

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continued. . .

At the police station I was questioned about what had happened. I told them how the Ostriches had butchered some poor wanderer, and had almost gotten me, and how the police had saved me. They took copious notes, made a report, and put it on TV. The other witnesses gave testimony after I told my story, and the wolves were the heroes of the day.

But later, at home, I watched my little brother playing in our tiny apartment, and I thought about what had happened. I kept replaying it in my mind, and trying to work out the discrepancies.

I started searching the internet for information about the ostriches. I began looking for actual proof that they were the butchers. I looked for eye-witnesses of ostrich violence. I found everything just as I expected. The ostriches really were diabolical and the wolves really were our saviors. But. For a few “crazies” out there that claimed the exact opposite. People in insane asylums. People that had made terrific statements just before they disappeared forever.

I decided to go back for my bike. I needed it to go to work, anyway.

I went at an off-time. Something else was going on, and I knew the roads would be empty. It was dusk. I dressed in dark clothing.

I found my bike. I didn’t see anything, or anyone. I got on my bike and began to ride home. Then I saw them— standing in the forest watching me. I felt a wave of terror, but then it subsided completely and I actually stopped my bike and stared back at them.

They did not approach me. They just stood there, almost seeming to invite me to come toward them. No way in hell. I started riding my bike again, and then I realized there was was someone broken down on the road, changing his tire.

I don’t remember this part of the dream very well - just the impression that the ostriches I had seen had been guarding the man while he changed his tire. He was oblivious. I went home, with more to think about.


to be continued. . .

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Continued. . .
The dream skipped through time. I began to believe the ostriches were not what the media said they were. I began to talk to people about the issue, and to look for answers. I was pumped up with my growing knowledge and eager to enlighten others.

The responses I got were either terror or rejection. People thought I was crazy or dangerous. They told me I needed to get help. I began to think about leaving society and going to the mountains. Maybe there were others out there that had discovered what I was beginning to realize. Maybe there was a whole free world out there beyond the edge of the forest!

Then one day, I was headed home when I saw wolves outside our apartment. I stopped my bike and watched from a distance. I heard them talking about me, asking neighbors about me. They were looking for me. I was distressed — what about my little brother? Where was he? I had to get him and get out of the city.

The wolves/police saw me, and I took off on my bike. They chased me down street after street, and I knew I wouldn’t make it. They were gaining. I rode my bike, desperately to a railroad bridge that crossed over the edge of the forest. From that railroad I could drop into the forest.

They were right behind me. I crashed. Got up and scrambled down the railroad, and reached a point where I could edge out on a beam that stuck out over the edge of the forest. All I had to do now was drop about 8 feet. I hesitated.

The police/wolves pulled up in their cars all around me, sirens going. The media pulled up after them, filming the whole event. Civilians also paused to watch. The demeanor of the wolves changed again. They called to me through a megaphone something along these lines:

“Don’t throw your life away. Let’s just talk for a little while — what harm is there in talking? Tell us what’s bothering you. We’re here for you. You have a lot of friends here today. Whatever is wrong, we’ll work together to fix it. Don’t throw your life away.”

I thought about all the things I had believed. What if I was wrong? What if I dropped down into the forest and the ostriches really were violent butchers? What about my little brother? I had to go back to him.

To be continued one more time. . .

continued. . .

At this point the dream divided into two different endings. I don’t know if I dreamed them simultaneously or one after another.

In one ending, I hesitated and listened to the police tell me how many people were ready to help me out, and how much my brother needed me. They coaxed me to come off of the beam and talk to them. The media filmed the whole thing.

The next thing I knew, I was getting a psych evaluation. Then, I was put on heavy medication. I was in an asylum “getting better.” Every now and then I was asked what I believed about ostriches and wolves. I never saw my brother again. I knew inside of myself that I would never get out. They needed me to give them a TV interview about how I had been mentally ill and how they had saved me. Then, I would be safe to kill. Until then, I was safe in a mental hospital.

In the other ending, I dropped down into the forest. Immediately the cops and the media began to talk about the terrible tragedy of a life thrown away. I ran into the forest and found a man in a roughly made hut of branches waiting. He gave me food and water and told me to wait in the hut for a while. Eventually, I could go further and meet others. He answered my questions, but I didn’t understand all the answers. It was almost like he spoke another language, or like all of my suppositions were wrong.

I told the man about my brother and said I needed to go back for him. The man did not try to dissuade me. He asked me if I knew what would happen if they caught me. I said I had an idea. He said he recommended making the trip as fast as possible, and not talking to anyone.

The dream skipped and I was back in the city, and had my little brother. It was getting dark. We were running. The police were chasing us and sirens were going. We were on a dirt road. The city lay on one side of the road, and the forest on the other. There was a clearing about 10 acres square between the road and the forest that we had to cross.

We began to run across it. Suddenly there was a helicopter over us with a swat team in it, starting to descend on ropes. Police cars pulled up on the road. Someone was shouting at us.

Then, I saw a rocket or something, shoot through the air toward the forest. A dome lit up - a dome that seemed to cover the forest we were heading toward. The explosion harmlessly rolled off of the dome/shield, lighting up the forest beneath it.

That is when I saw the figures standing in the trees. They were white and tall and silent. They weren’t ostriches this time - they were men. But somehow they were the same in my mind. They were waiting for me and my brother.

The spotlight followed us. The voices shouted for us to stop. I felt bewildered and exhausted. But I kept running, and I was almost there.


I woke up.

Someone Pm'd me that my link was broken to the movie script in my sig-line. It is now fixed and the latest version of While the Music Lasts screenplay is available here:

[link to www.risingcuriosity.com (secure)]

thanks Archimedesgirl,

i enjoyed your last dream post. It is interesting that the cops and the 'good guys' had two forms, one human and one animal.

the wolf one seemed obvious, but an ostrich? that one is odd.

I'm into indo-european etymologies, so i dove into the word 'ostrich'.

it goes to old french> vulgar latin>Gk

GK original. "strouthion" . that doesn't sound much the same, but that was the root of how it evolved.

in old gk. strouthion had THREE meanings.
1- sparrow
2- ostrich
3- Eagle.

usually if it referred to an eagle, it was used with the word 'megale' which means great or noble. but not always

so..thats as far as i could get with it.....

archimedes. try looking into the etymology of that name some time. names always tell the deeper meaning of who a person is/was. take the name apart and then study it.

a friend.

Thank you for the information! I had also done research in another area and found some interesting details:

Ostriches have incredible sight and hearing. Even lions are unlikely to sneak up on them. Because of this zebras like to graze with ostriches, because the birds give early warning of the approach of a predator.

The ostriches in my dream were white, I think just indicating some sort of purity or goodness.

[link to en.wikipedia.org (secure)]

With their acute eyesight and hearing, common ostriches can sense predators such as lions from far away. When being pursued by a predator, they have been known to reach speeds in excess of 70 km/h (43 mph),[6] and can maintain a steady speed of 50 km/h (31 mph), which makes the common ostrich the world's fastest two-legged animal.[49][50] When lying down and hiding from predators, the birds lay their heads and necks flat on the ground, making them appear like a mound of earth from a distance, aided by the heat haze in their hot, dry habitat.[51][52]

When threatened, common ostriches run away, but they can cause serious injury and death with kicks from their powerful legs.



Archimedes = master of a plan.
(arkhi-) (mêdos)

From (árkh;, “begin, rule”) or (arkhós, “leader”).

• (mêdos) n (genitive; third declension

(only in plural) counsel, plan, art, prudence, cunning



"Give me a place to stand, and I will move the world."
~ Archimedes





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:loveit:

Ephraim=USA

[link to biblehub.com]

"Ephraim
The second son of Joseph, born in Egypt, Genesis 41:52. Although the youngest, he yet had the chief blessing of his grandfather Jacob, and the tribe was always more distinguished than that of Manasseh, Genesis 48:8-20 Numbers 2:18-21. The portion of Ephraim was large and central, and embraced some of the most fertile land in all Canaan..."

Look into it, it fits.

Thanks!

I have, and it does. The second half of Hosea is undeniable on the subject. Isaiah, Jeremiah, and Ezekial also deal with the descendants of Ephraim. Interestingly, northern Israel is also typified as a whore. . .

Arx' (Gk)'the beginning', 'first cause'

arcus (L) 'a bow, an arc, a rainbow'

Med - root Skt - Madh - 'wise'. Madha - 'the healing art' (from which is dervived - 'medic', 'medicine', etc)

Med - root PIE, 'me-'
Derivations:
(Sp)medir 'to measure'.
(L) metiri 'to measure'
(E) measure

1-the celebrated burning glass of archimedes
2-Archimedian spirals

think
:)

Cool beans! Thanks.

And that, reminds me of another dream. . .

My husband actually dreamed this. He said to share it. He says your interpretation of "Archimedes" reminded him of the woven fire light that came from above the priests heads and destroyed those who lived by the sword:

Monks with White Fire

A god came to earth (and it was Jesus Christ) and he looked kind of like a monk - but not Buddhist. He was dressed in a white garment. He was in a tent. There was this army amassed against him of millions of soldiers and every kind of military weapon you can imagine.

Then there were these priests, also in white garments, and on their heads was fire. About 200 of them. It was white - bizarre looking pure, white fire. They were not like catholic or any kind of religion - just holy people.

They came walking out two by two, all kind of walking as if they were marching - but not in lock step - just together. All of them, their eyes were on the army surrounding the encampment around the tent where the king was.

When they saw the army that had come against them, they looked with one accord and the fire on their heads unified and came together into a single laser-lightening thing that destroyed every soldier and destroyed every weapon. The armies were totally laid waste--bayonets to aircraft carriers.

There was a giant walled city behind the military. The people in the city had sent all those millions of soldiers out against the King and the monk-priests. The people in the city were looking out aghast with chagrine, reacting with, "this is not what we expected to happen."

At the very end of the dream, the King was talking to someone. . and he said, "allow me this one concession: I want to teach them (meaning the people in the city) how to defend themselves against this attack (meaning the light)."

Not how to overcome it, but how to defend themselves against it. It seemed like the only thing they understood was war, and so he had to talk to them from that angle. And he wanted to talk to them - reach them - so he had to approach them through the topic of war.


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Remote Viewing of Another Time and Place: Feeding the Baby.

Early this morning I had the most amazing dream. Eventually, I realized I was laying on my back with my eyes wide open, tears rolling down my face, still seeing the place where I had been, while my DH was asking me questions that I wasn't hearing.

Anyway. . . I was walking down a street in a village/town in an arid Mediterranean country. The street was cobbled stone. On one side there was a long, continuous row of houses attached to one another. Most of them had beams and pillars of gray stone extending out toward the road, and some were covered with woven rugs or lattice of saplings for shade. I had the impression that this overhang would be a market in the morning.

But for me, it was late afternoon. The street was filling up with people returning from the fields. I saw a couple of people pushing or pulling carts that looked like large wooden wheelbarrows. One was leading a donkey that was loaded with bags of stuff. Women were carrying clay pots of water on their head, hurriedly heading one way or another. A group of children was playing a game with a sack-ball thing they were kicking or batting around.

As I walked in the late afternoon sun, I tried to think where I might be. I heard a baby crying and wailing. I followed the sound to a doorway on my right - through one of those overhanging market areas. There were clay pots of various sizes outside. There were three stone steps upward. I stepped into the dimmer light of the interior.

At first I was surprised at the size of the room. It may have been 60 feet long and 35 feet wide. There were fireplaces down the middle of the room. Against the walls, in the shadow on either side were rolls and bundles of belongings. There were 20 or so people in the room, and more coming in all the time, bringing bundles, lighting fires, beginning to cook the evening meal. Light was coming in through high windows on the right side of the room.

I was standing on a raised stone dais. There was a man at one end doing some sort of work. I located the crying baby near the closest fire pit in the room.

He was in a basket woven of some sort of grass or reed. It was flat on the bottom and had a foot high rim around it. It was both firm and supple. The baby was about 4 or 5 months old and wrapped in two woven blankets. One was natural off-white and rougher weave; the other was bleach white and finer weave. The baby was sucking his fist and wailing with hunger.

I looked around for his parents. The closest person was the man working near me. He smiled and nodded encouragement, as though saying, "comfort the baby." So I picked the child up out of his basket and tried to comfort him. He quieted for a moment, then began wailing and sucking his fist again. I had a small crust of bread. About a tablespoon worth. I soaked it in water from a nearby urn and turned it into mush in my hand. Then I sat down and began to feed the baby little bites from my finger tip. He instantly cheered and ate greedily, losing half of it back over his chin in drool.

He quickly finished the small amount of bread and began to whimper and fuss again, obviously still hungry. I looked all around for his mother. People were busy working, and moving around, but no one was interested in the baby. So I unbuttoned my blouse and began to nurse him. He nursed until his belly was full and round and he fell asleep in my arms. I burped him, and then wrapped him up and laid him back in his basket.

Then I left the room and went to the doorway again to look out. The sun was sinking down and the light was at a lower angle than before. The streets were mostly empty now. I looked out and wondered to myself again, "where am I? Who is the baby I just nursed?"

At that moment I heard a voice in my mind saying, "That baby is Jesus."

I was stunned and began to cry, and felt myself "leaving" the time and place where I stood. But I begged "the voice" if I could go back inside and look at him one more time. I felt it wasn't fair that I hadn't known the baby was Jesus. This request was allowed me, and I went back and looked down into the basket.

The baby was mostly asleep, but stirred enough to turn toward my form leaning over him. He half opened sleepy eyes and smiled, then fell sound asleep again.

I left the time and place, crying all the while, and heard also in my mind, "If ye have done it unto the least of these, you have done it unto me." And also, "If you love me, feed my sheep."


For the first time ever, it seemed to take several hours for me to fully wake up. Ironically, I was in Taco Bell eating a burrito when I finally fully snapped out of it.

thanks for sharing that, Archgirl

i hope i'm not throwing you a curve with this, but...it's from 'A course in miracles'.



And now in all your doings be you blessed.

God turns to you for help to save the world.

Teacher of God, His thanks He offers you,

And all the world stands silent in the grace

You bring from Him. You are the Son He loves,

And it is given you to be the means

Through which His Voice is heard around the world,

To close all things of time; to end the sight

Of all things visible; and to undo

All things that change. Through you is ushered in

A world unseen, unheard, yet truly there.

Holy are you, and in your light the world

Reflects your holiness, for you are not

Alone and friendless. I give thanks for you,

And join your efforts on behalf of God,

Knowing they are on my behalf as well,

And for all those who walk to God with me
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i seem to always get banned when i post a link. add the

[link to ] before the rest.

courseinmiracles.com/manual-introduction/as-for-the-rest/

most people seem to find a reason as to why the course in miracles is 'bad' or 'wrong' or some conspiracy theory as to why it isn't valid.

All i can tell you is the truth. It is the best guide in western writing to find God. It is based on Christ and gives the most accurate portrayal of his mission and our mission.

Thanks for the comment. :-)

I don't have a problem with that poem... but I'm not a gnostic or theosophist or a course in miraclesist. . .

I think Jesus said it best (that Jesus, who said, "before Abraham was, I AM" Jhn 8:58):

Jhn 14:6

Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

Jhn 10:36

Say ye of him, whom the Father hath sanctified, and sent into the world, Thou blasphemest; because I said, I am the Son of God?

Jn 17:5

And now, O Father, glorify thou me with thine own self with the glory which I had with thee before the world was.
hn 8:23

And he said unto them, Ye are from beneath; I am from above: ye are of this world; I am not of this world.

Heb 1:8

But unto the Son he saith, Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever: a sceptre of righteousness is the sceptre of thy kingdom.

Thou hast loved righteousness, and hated iniquity; therefore God, even thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows.

And, Thou, Lord, in the beginning hast laid the foundation of the earth; and the heavens are the works of thine hands:

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Not sure what your point is, but here is mine:

He was either a liar or JESUS is the Creator God.

i was addressing your dream of 'feed my sheep'.

the course's quote was another way of expressing the same thought.

we are all here to be both the student and the teacher.

you have an unusually bright light within you and that light 'teaches' and... can be used to teach.

i consider myself as a christian gnostic /buddhist/taoist. lol.

i see Christ as the only pure and complete manifestation of God. He is the light and the way and the only way to find salvation. He is a form which we can understand, whereas God himself is quite imponderable. God is all that is and ever has been and ever will be..all consciousness, all matter, all form, all spaces, all people. Yet...he is as personal to us as our own parents are and can be reached.

did Christ create the world/universe? quite possibly...but as with most 'doctrinal points', it really doesn't matter, does it? :)

The course isn't a new belief or some abstraction of cultish theology. It merely is a broad explanation of what and who we are and why we are not currently one with God...and how to return to that oneness. The problem is our divided minds.

Christ said to his apostles that they were only ready for the milk, not the meat. Quite a statement. He was there, in their presence and he could not convey but very very little. If he had tried to convey the deeper things, they would have abandoned him out of fear. The deeper teachings are offensive to just about everyone on earth because they are very disturbing to the finite mind which does everything possible to STAY in its current state which is APART from God.. It is the truth.

The course isn't a religion, its only an introduction and a very basic method of finding the way. The book is intentionally vague for a reason. Only God can lead us to him, not a book...not a religion. Many people have made the course into a religion or a cult type idea...but that is how people are.

sorry, i didn't wish to detract from your informative thread. Perhaps I could start a new thread for this discussion?

Out of town... I'll be back in a couple days..

I'm back, and hope to answer you now. I am very plain spoken - please know that this is all said in good humor and with genuine love for you. :-)



Did you intend to leave out the rest of that quote "I am the truth. . ."? Either he tells the truth or he doesn't. If he does - then making his words of less importance than our own opinions is a path to error. If Jesus is "the truth" then paying very close attention to his actual words is vital to understanding.



Why would he and his followers waste time making statements that don't matter? Why would the fact that Jesus is the Creator have been prophesied through King David, some 4,000 years before Christ was born in a human body?

Side Note About Prophecy:
There is no other God that can tell the end from the beginning and the things which have not yet happened before they come to pass. Prophecy is his signature. I did not conjure the dreams that I post here. They came from outside of myself. If they come to pass, they are yet another witness that he is, in fact, "the truth".



Here we agree. I do believe that oneness with God is paramount. However, I believe that I cannot achieve that oneness by seeking "deeper things" that Jesus did not say. If there is a oneness, he will have spoken about it - and given explicit directions on how to achieve it. And he did. John 13 - 17



I would challenge you to ask yourself where these "deeper teachings" are coming from. Find your source. Are you your own source? This is a closed system, and cannot have life. Is your source "legion"? What makes it the "truth"? Can it tell the future? Can it prophecy?

I would be interested in whether or not you can read aloud the verses I posted in the previous post, where Jesus claims to be the Creator God. Does your mind come up with multiple excuses why you shouldn't?

I can see you. I see there is a person seeking God - loving, and looking for truth, and doing what you believe is right. This is great. I love that about you. But you must go one step further and actually examine your sources. Actually read the words of Jesus and let them have meaning in the context in which they are placed. Do not extract them for your own purposes.

As you read, ask yourself: To whom was this spoken? What was the culture, the history, the experience of the hearer. Was there prophecy on this subject? Who said it and to whom? What did it mean to the hearer?

I am not a "church goer" or ascriber to any religion. In fact, I am an outcast in many circles for the very reasons I stated above. I will not let any man define God for me. God defines God. I look at his words, his Creation, his communication in my dreams -- and I continue to learn who he is.



Yes, please start your own thread if you like, and leave a link here - I will find you and continue to interact if you so desire. Thanks for your input here as well!

in response: I'm using a different IP, sorry.

I was writing out a lengthy treatise on the subject for a new thread...but, rather than continue going back and forth trying to define terms, compare ideas, and attempt to reach an agreeing point, i thought I'd just say this as a conclusive epilogue.

'search within, for therein lives our God and creator, the truth, the light, and the way' Christ IS the embodiment of God, the father.

'be still and know'

trust no voices, and no man

the adversary is cunning and will deter you from the truth by using fear.

God/Christ can be known in this life.

thats about it. take it for what it is...debating this will not be productive. Contention is not of Christ.

Okay. That's cool. I see "debate" as being opinions without any final authority to examine, mixed with hate.

If you can examine Nature, Experience, or recorded Second Witness, then the focus is not on A-Belief versus B-Belief, it's on the evidence.

If I would call myself anything, it would be an "Observationalist". So, to follow your lead, this would be my "conclusive epilogue":

Jesus Christ is the way, the truth and the life, and no man comes to the Father God except by him. And, Jesus said of himself, "If you love me, you will keep my sayings/commands."

Thus, I feel the path to truth is to examine the actual words of an actual God-in-the-flesh man. I believe he also shows himself through Nature (what he has made) and through direct communication (dreams and visions) but that these three witnesses will never disagree with one another. If they do, one is suspect as a lying voice. Two will always agree.


That said, I am content to leave you to your inner path, and to continue observing my outward one.

Peace to you!

:)

any other interesting dreams, OP

:)

Had one a few months back that came to mind today:

"Alien" Invasion

In the dream, I was outdoors on a campus and had two kids (not mine) that I was watching. One of them was about 7 years old and had pooped in his pants, on purpose. I was irritated with his parents for having done such a lousy job, and exasperated that I had to be the one to change him. I was leading the two kids to the very outskirts of the campus to find a quiet place to change this kid.

We stopped next to an old abandoned adobe house that was WWII era (even thought that in the dream.)

Just when I was about to change him, I heard screams and turned to look back toward the center of the campus.

A huge, triangle-shaped, black aircraft, with a circular object underneath at each of the three corners, had stopped right over the main building. The building was billowing fire. Other craft also flew up and hovered low over the green grass where hundreds of people were milling around for the "event." People were being killed by strafing fire.

There was a small airstrip nearby and a local took off in his restored-classic bi-plane, trying to get away. I saw him fly over and get shot down.

I grabbed the kids and ran into the abandoned house next to me, thinking "this old place probably has a bomb shelter or basement of some kind." It did, and I shoved the little poopy kid down a ladder ahead of me, and yelled for the other one.

The older kid had run away from me to go watch the action. There were two large and beautiful dogs that followed us: a golden retriever and a german shepherd.

When we got into the basement I saw that there were two small windows, one facing the campus grounds, and one facing away toward an empty field. I found a piece of board on the floor and held it up against the window facing the grounds.

I was suddenly blown backward onto the floor by a huge explosion on the grounds. I knew probably everyone was dead now. The house above us was too destroyed to climb through.

I turned and shoved the stinky kid through the other window, and began to climb out myself, with the intention of running through the field and hiding. The dogs came with us, and I felt distracted by them in the dream, wondering where they had come from and whether or not having them along was a good thing or not.

I was thinking, "now I don't have to clean this kid up, he'll have to clean himself up. I'll tell him how, but he'll never be babied again."

I awoke wondering why the aircraft had looked alien, but knew they weren't alien - they were our own guys - and was confused about why it had happened.



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