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Michael Jackson Justice: Michael Jackson Curtain Call - The Rapture

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The Conspiracy against God is about "The Word", and the profaning of His Holy Name within us. Adam fell in the garden, breaking the direct connection to God. Jesus, the "last Adam" was a quickening Spirit, the Word made Flesh, and the only one with whom we can re-establish our relationship with God. Michael's story is still unfolding. He is the one who is, is not. But Jesus is the only name given under heaven by which we must be saved. Many are trying to rewrite HIStory. We were given a help to instruct us. Learn more "here".

Friday, February 4, 2011

Michael Jackson Curtain Call - The Rapture


February 3, 2011 – Allegory Dream
The Rapture
(Part of this Featured in “Final Curtain Call for Norma Jean”)



Song Dedicated to Michael
Please Listen and see Lyrics
This is what Michael was trying to show us



They followed the elderly real estate agent through the house.  She followed behind her sister, brother, mother and step father.  She barely paid attention to what the old man was saying, amazed that he would even be working at his age . . . he looked ancient.

She was content to look at the detail in the house to listening to him drone on.  She decided as soon as she saw the woodwork and the crown and medallion carvings around the door frames that she liked the house.  It was an older Victorian, not overly large but family-sized.  It had an entry hall with a sectioned main stair case and back stairs from the kitchen up to the second floor that servants probably used at one time, but it still had a “warm” feel to it.

As they followed the old man into a room he called “the parlor”, she knew by the looks of it that it would end up being the family room.  It had a large, bump-out with the bay window, three doors one of which led to the dining room (from which they came through), one door led to the entry hall and the third led to the kitchen.

As she stood there listening to the older gentleman’s voice talk about the virtues of that room, his voice faded into the background like white noise as something else caught her attention.

Above her head was a chandelier.  It wasn’t very ornate or particularly decorative.  It had only seven gold colored arms holding candle-like lights, just a light fixture really; but on one of the arms hung a gold colored string.  It looked like someone had just tied it there.  She didn’t understand why the real estate agent didn’t remove it or clean up the chandelier before showing the house.  She reached up to remove the string when a scream split the air, “Nooooooooo!!!”

Her head snapped down and her arm with it, at her side.  Her eyes were wide and traumatized as she met those of the old man.

“Don’t touch that cord!  Don’t you DARE touch that cord!” the old man screamed.

She was silent but her eyes said everything.  His reaction was completely without merit and bordered on insanity.  She stared him down, hoping to reason with him without opening her mouth.  The man’s tone of voice softened but not by much.

“That cord is there for a reason!  It is NOT to be touched or removed!  Only the person knowing the time should remove that cord!  And YOU are not it!  Have you ever faced evil?  Have you ever looked impending doom in the face?  That cord stays where it is!” 

The elderly gentleman pulled his shaking and pointed finger back down to his side as the blood left his face and returned to the rest of his body.  The girl looked at her mother with an expression that said, “Oh-kay, can we say crazy?”  Her mother very softly shook her head no as if to express to her daughter not to let her thoughts come out of her mouth, but it was unnecessary.  She had been well trained.

That incident was quickly forgotten, as was the thin cord that hung from the chandelier.  They had moved into the house and were pretty much settled a month later.  One day as the rest of the family was out, the girl was getting ready to leave herself to go to the school.  It was a Saturday, but she had to make up an Algebra test. 

As she made up the front staircase to her bedroom to retrieve her book and purse the top step brought her onto a fair ground instead of the front hallway.  She stopped and looked around slowly.  “This is weird . . .”, She thought to herself as the impossibility of what happened gave way to her curiosity.  She began walking onto the fair grounds, taking note of where the stairs appeared, away from most of the activity.

Carnival or Theme Park?


As she progressed in her steps, she wandered into the thick of the carnival, surrounded by tents, hawkers cat-calling to patrons to come see their attractions, she remembered her make-up test for algebra.

She turned to the left and the first tent she encountered, she entered.  As soon as she did, it turned into a classroom with desks, the windows from her school and a three other students taking their tests. 

As if nothing were out of the ordinary, she sat down and took her makeup test.  She was the first one finished.  She took her paper up to the teacher and left. As soon as she opened the door to the classroom and stepped out, she was back on the carnival grounds.  It was then that she noticed the various cloaked men peppered throughout the crowd.  Mostly they were in pairs, walking around with their hands folded in the opposite sleeves to make it look like they had one continuous, circular arm.  They wore cloaks over their heads and you couldn’t really see their faces.  All of them seemed to have assigned packs of people they walked behind.   The girl figured they were one of the carnival acts meant to create an air of atmosphere.

As she walked she noticed two behind her that seemed to be following her.  They were not close and there were people between them but they were looking at her.  She turned from them and continued to walk.

She looked at different tents but did not go in.  Some had hucksters selling elixir of one sort or another, some wanted you to come in and see natural oddities, others still wanted you to participate in games of chance.  All of it seemed unreal and she began to get an uneasy feeling.  She turned her head to look behind her.

Through the crowds of people behind her, she could see they were still there, following her.  Not too close and not too far way . . . just close enough to make her nervous.  She wanted to shake them.

Stalkers
Demented Stalkers


She came upon the next tent and went inside.  It was a fortune teller’s tent.

“Come, let me read your palm . . .” said the gypsy lady.  Reluctantly the girl sat down and stretched her arm, palm up, over the table in front of her.   The older lady grabbed her hand and began tracing the lines of her palm, explaining what she saw in each one, but the girl was not listening.  Her head was turned toward the opening of the tent.  The woman seemed not to notice. She just kept interpreting, as if in a trance, reciting lines.

The girl put some money in her jar and left when the woman was done.  Neither one of them had really exchanged any acknowledgement of each other.   It was a space in time that for some reason just needed to be filled. That is about as much as it meant to either one of them.

Outside the tent the girl looked around.  Yes, the cloaked ones, as she now referred to them, were still close by, but looking through merchandise at one of the tables.  They weren’t paying attention to her.

This was ridiculous, she thought.  These carnival people are all over the place, it’s probably not even the same two people.  They are all dressed the same and they could be switching up and just looking like they are following her.  They could be just her imagination.

She turned to her right and kept walking.  She went into no more tents, just spied the acts outside and around the tents.  As the sun began to set, she noticed the crowds were thinning out.  Pockets of people would just fade and disappear as the sun went down, like mirages that never existed in the first place.  Even the cloaked ones throughout the crowds would disappear with them, but the two constantly behind her, the same or not, were still just as solid as she was.

The whole scene was giving her a very unsettled feeling, so she hooked back around to head for where she last remembered she appeared onto the fair grounds.

She kept looking back and noticed that the cloaked ones were getting closer to her.  They didn’t seem to be trying to catch her.  She got the feeling they were more into making her nervous than catching her.  She began walking faster, but they kept the same distance from her. 

The lower the sun moved to the horizon, the more and more people just faded away until finally there was only herself and the cloaked ones on the fair ground.

She ran to where she last saw the stairs, not looking back.  The closeness of the tents thinned out and most of the fairground was now behind her. This is about where she appeared onto the fair ground. Sure enough, she saw a set of stairs that looked like hers, going down into the ground, with the base of the first landing visible.

She jumped into the hole and bounded down the stairs, a wave of relief rushing over her as she realized she was back in her house.  At the bottom of the stairs, she slowed down her pace. She walked down the hallway toward the family room.

Once in the family room she began to cross toward the kitchen when she felt something . . .

She turned to find one cloaked one standing not more than ten feet away from her.  The blood drained from every vein in her upper body and fell to her feet. Her face was frozen.  How?

The Cloaked One


He was hideous up close, hardly even human.  His hands were nothing more than white, chalky skin over bones, tendons and veins.  His face was a skull with layers of wrinkled parchment draped over what used to be a nose, eyes and mouth.  If he had lips they had disappeared long ago into the vertical lines that accordioned from fold of cheek to fold of cheek.  Only an open slash was the only evidence of a mouth that revealed teeth that looked like it drug along riverbeds to get strain it’s food. 

Finally her eyes met his.  He had eyes like a lizard, yellowish in color, with pupils that were of a cat.  She felt her knees would give way.

Slowly, that thing lifted its arm strait, pointing one finger toward her.  The nails were yellow, thick and long.  He began to laugh and the sound, though low, filled the room.

The girl began backing up, but the thing met her step for step. 

Something touched her head end rested on the center of her forehead.  She jumped and looked up.

It was the golden cord.

She noticed that the thing hesitated. The look in it’s eyes almost gave her the impression for a second, that it had a soul.  She slowly reached up, watching it.  It moved it’s arm toward her, motioning for her to stop, “no…” it whispered.  She was reminded of the old real estate agent and his threat.  Was she in grave danger?  Was there impending doom?  Was this the right time? 

Was she the one?

Armor of God



A moment of uncertainty and he advances, giving her the cue for her to reach up with every bit of faith she has and pull the cord that before was forbidden.

As she pulls the cord, the ceiling came apart and disintegrated.  Brilliant light overtook everything, dissolving the room and the cloaked one. Soon his screams disintegrate as well, leaving the girl paralyzed and blinded by the countenance of His presence. She is not afraid. Cradled by rapture she is gathered up, feeling neither heat nor cold, hunger nor discomfort, contentment and peace is filling her heart.

She experiences the sensation of being lifted up, but feels no pressure. She is engulfed by it. She no longer knows fear, only the truth of the love the book spoke about.  The Creator of all things spoke to her:

“Do not be afraid.  It is your love for me and your faith that has fulfilled your purpose.  I will show you your reward, you will enjoy the rapture, but your work is not yet done . . .”

The heal of her hands were pressed up against her eyes, shutting out the white, white light.  The intensity was changing her.  She could feel it, like electricity in the air, making the hair stand on her arms, first intense, then less so as she was transformed.

She tried little by little to move her hands away from her eyes. Still too bright, but getting more bearable. Either he was pulling back or it was the result of her transformation.

Each time she tried to see, her eyes would make out first outlines of shapes within the bright light.  Then more completed shapes, like stars or outlines of leaves, but the color of the white against white light.  Another try and she could see filled in shapes, then another try and the could detect a hint of color as the light seemed to pull back.

Finally she could see objects in full color and form against a backdrop of bright light.  She kept blinking to bring in focus, as if she had new eyes and was trying them out for the first time.

Upon opening her eyes to what was once painful, she sees with the eyes unveiled by worldly burdens.  She feels, smells, lives for the first time in child-like newness.

The first vision is of the leaves of the vine. She smells, tastes, sees and feels them all at the same time, knowing the leaf on the vine intimately; it moves through her veins . . . the presence of it. The experience is acute, as if this is the first time her senses have really worked.

Next she sees the bird in the tree. The Golden Finch. The fiber of every feather she instantly knows. She hears its heart as if the sound were coming from within her. The bird blinks twice in acknowledgment then flies off. She feels love and contentment in such intensity, that is all she is. Her heart is open with free-flowing exchange of energy and emotion . . . the likeness in which we were created, she is now complete.

As the vines move away, she can see grass and gently rolling hills – a small lake in the distance. There is brightness all around and a blue sky without any clouds.  No sun either as the brilliance has another source.

She watches the grasses gently wave in a faint, noiseless breeze.  The grass is so clean it is shiny.  One blade of grass and she can feel the scent of it. She can smell the color of it and she can taste it as if all was coming from within her and not from the blade of grass itself.  She was one with it and she loved it as God did.

Heaven


Letting her eyes drift along the meadows, she spies a large, canopied tree, much like an oak.  Under the tree sat a man who was balding but had perfect skin.  He wore a white robe, with sandals on his feet.

The man was reading a book.  He was reclined back against the trunk of the tree with one hand holding the book, while the other arm draped across the back of a full-mained lion, has the man absently and lazily stroked the lions fur.

The lion itself sat in perfect, sleepy contentment enjoying the attention.  His mane was beautiful and untangled.  His fur healthy and shiny clean.  Even his muzzle was perfectly marked and free from flies or drool.  His mouth was half open in hypnotic enjoyment, showing perfect white teeth.

On the opposite side of the lion from the man, was a perfect, white-woolen, young lamb, which lay against the side of the lion, licking its feet.

The words came from her heart, not her lips, “I’m in Heaven”.  The smile she formed was from the inside since nothing worked the same as it once did.  All of the senses God equipped her with to survive on earth were not needed in the physical sense up here, so everything she felt, tasted, smelled, saw and heard came from within, projected and returned, flowing freely from God, to being, to other beings and back again.  She was separate but one with everything God created.

Creation

God Controls this, not man

She was undecided on which creature to get to know first, the man, the lion or the lamb.  As she began to focus on the man, a violent but painless retraction of everything in front of her took place, as if a giant hand had grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back . . . back through the meadow, the tree, the vines and the light.

She felt as if she were dropped onto the bed and awoke with a physical jolt.

She looked around the darkness trying to understand what happened.  Where was the light?  What was the roughness about her?

It took her a few seconds to realize she was in her bed, in her bedroom.  It was still dark, the roughness against her skin was the bed sheets.  She could hear the soft, breathing sounds of her sister on the other side of the bedroom.

She sat up and looked around.  The fullness she felt, and the contentment, the peace . . . all gone. But she felt it!

She began to softly cry as she reclined back down to her pillow.  She wanted to go back.

She did not want to be back here. She asked God, “Why?  Why show me this and then send me back here?  Is this not a form of cruelty?  It’s not fair!”

At sixteen years old, she wanted to go back to Heaven, but it was not time.  He only wanted her to see it or a part of it.  He wanted her to feel a bit of what it would be like, but for what purpose.

She fell asleep to tears rolling down her cheeks and onto her pillow.  It would be decades before she understood the purpose of those few moments God gave her.

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This is a dream I had when I was sixteen years old, living in Sudlersville on the Eastern Shore of Maryland.  I never, never forgot that dream.

I had drawn pictures of different scenes in the dream, trying to recreate at least a feeling of the experience of the light, and to try to pictorially explain the transition I could feel myself going through, but those pictures, like many I had drawn were lost during the many moves my family made.

I don’t know exactly what this particular dream would have in common with Michael Jackson at all, other than the persistent existence of the battle of good and evil in most of my dreams, and the conclusion of good overcoming evil.

Most of my dreams were full stories with plots like this one, with a beginning, a middle and an end.  Most also had plots and were filled with symbolism and detail sometimes beyond my ability to describe.

I had changed some wording in part of this on the “Curtain Call for Norma Jean” to fit more smoothly into the allegory.  But the dream itself was so intense, to this day it felt more real than my life.

This is the first time I have shared this full dream outside of my immediate family.

I have no doubt this love exists. And I cry at the thought of even one person being left behind.

God Bless you and continue to pray . . . For the lost children.

Can’t We Find Some Love

To Take This Away….

Be There for Him

20 comments:

  1. Oh Bonnie, what a beautiful dream, especially from the time of pulling the (rapture?) cord! You are truly blessed to have experienced such assurances. The white light, not wanting to come back to this life are the same things people say that have had near-death experiences. It kinda makes me wonder why we mourn for the righteous who have "died". Surely we mourn for ourselves and it should be a time of celebration?

    I understand that being followed by the cloaked ones is parallel to Michael's experiences with stalkers. It's also what is happening to all of us in so many ways.

    It's a shame your drawings of the dream were lost. How amazing it would be for you to see those now after so many years!

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  2. I mentioned Keith Green in a previous posting comment. For those not familiar with this amazing man of God, here is one of my favorite songs of his:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=em5gL0Rw4Aw

    Thank you Bonnie for not being "asleep in the light".

    Another of my favorites:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzWyZxlwGKI - obedience and 2nd coming.

    Looks a lot like Michael Jackson in the audience (in 1980) at 1:49 - 1:57:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=foUH4No_SVU

    Are you familiar with Keith Green, Bonnie? A comment on Amazon sums his music up nicely:

    "Keith Green's music can be dangerous... Dangerous because it has the ability to penetrate your heart with truth... Dangerous because if you are living some kind of innocuous Christian life his music will put the search light of conviction on your very soul!"
    http://www.amazon.com/Asleep-Light-Keith-Green/dp/B000002SYA

    That sounds a lot like Michael too!

    I first became aware of him when I attended Jesus Northwest, must have been 1979. Amy Grant also performed. Keith Green and two of his children died in a plane crash a few short years later.

    Sorry to veer but your recent posts seem to have awakened this in me.

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  3. Truthbtold said - "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=foUH4No_SVU"

    I don't think it's Michael, I think it's a girl because there is a guy's hand on that person's shoulder (The curly-haired person in shades, right?) In 1980, Michael's vitiligo hadn't hit him as hard yet.

    I like Amy Grant (who is still singing after a stint in Pop Music" and her daughter Natalie Grant who has an amazing voice. Keith Green I am not that familiar with. I will have to listen to him more. That is a really sad story about the plane crash.

    I like a lot of the contemporary Christian music today, but it is usually the message that gets me, and some of these groups have really found a specific chord. NewsBoys I don't like a lot of their songs, but there are a couple where the lyrics and the melody are just mmmmmmph! MAKES you listen!

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  4. Dear Bonnie, God bless you, I never managed to remember the dreams that I do at night. You make the dream complete in its history. But I'm lucky that my meditations to give me a chance 'to dream, believe me they are very nice, relaxing.
    Michael is always with us.

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  5. @BONNIE : Your dreams - so detailed - are puzzling to me. The only 2 ones I remember from the past were almost identical in their own context though in different periods of my life : I was dreaming I was losing 1 or more teeth & some days or more later - in the true reality sadly - I lost my father (I was 23) & years later a very dear friend of mine. Long ago my grand-mother (although a devout Christian) used to say that losing teeth in a dream was a sign that someone of our entourage was about to die. Strange, isn't it ? I do not encourage anyone to believe my grand-mother's own belief of course, but it was 2 very troubling experiences in my life.

    Bonnie, the part of your dream (Divine Man with Light, Lion, Lamb) also remind me, with different context again, some books I read in the past from Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, Swiss psychiatrist well-known for her studies of near-death epxeriences. Some hospital patients (e.g. accidents or cancers), while in a coma, would have experienced seeing a wonderful like-Divine Light & feeling an infinite Joy, not belonging to our worl. Back from their coma state, most said they regretted not to be able return to that Light. Others of E.- Kübler-Ross were also controversed nonetheless her studies are interesting. Maybe you & others here know her ?

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elisabeth_K%C3%BCbler-Ross

    For a girl of 16, you had an incredible experience of God revealing to you with your dreams, Bonnie... but you are very alive & God in your heart also.

    "What love really means" - very beautiful Song & Lyrics.
    If only Michald had had in his life (except his parents & MJ3) a steadily loving person on his side (e.g. wife, companion, friend). Maybe then some of the horrific events he experienced wouldn't have got such an acute intensity, even when evil forces were after him all along. Such a good man felt too much loneliness & sadness in his adult life of being misunderstood & mocked when he deserved real love & friendship instead.

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  6. A short citation of E. Kübler-Ross :

    "The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassions, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen."

    http://www.near-death.com/experiences/experts02.html

    A lot of Michael in it.

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  7. Bonnie said ~
    "I don't think it's Michael, I think it's a girl because there is a guy's hand on that person's shoulder (The curly-haired person in shades, right?) In 1980, Michael's vitiligo hadn't hit him as hard yet."

    Oh sorry, I see clearer now that I turned the brightness up on my monitor, I keep it turned down. (Oops!) I see that and that the face isn't probably long enough for Michael.

    I was disappointed when I heard Amy Grant moved away from gospel. Maybe partly because I saw her live in the beginning of her career - at an outdoor Christian concerts weekend. Where for me, she and Keith Green were the highlight of all the music there. Well, they're the ones I still remember. But Keith Green is the ONE whose music has stayed with me. Because, amongst his musical talents, he spoke the hard truth, often toward hypocrisy.

    "Keith's spiritual intensity not only took him beyond most people's comfort zones, but it constantly drove him even beyond his own places of content."

    "But after two years of following Jesus they were supporting about 70 people in seven houses—and an official ministry was born anyway. They gave it the name Last Days Ministries because they saw the daily headlines start to line up with Biblical prophecy."

    Keith's first album "For Him Who Has Ears To Hear," was released in 1977 on Sparrow Records."

    http://www.keithgreen.com/ (on bio & LDM tabs)

    He had been writing and singing his own songs since he was 6. He had been "groomed all his life to be a pop star" and first signed with DECCA records when he was 11. He was a Jewish Christian. His grandfather started the first rock & roll record label - Jaguar Records.

    It was, so sad. Keith's wife Melody was pregnant with their fourth child when 28 year old Keith and their two oldest children, Bethany age 2 & Josiah age 3 died. I believe I saw Josiah with Melody at the concert in '79. Mankind lost a huge voice when Keith Green died.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jd9MaBu3gAg - Make My Life a Prayer to You

    Sorry Bonnie, I haven't kept up with gospel or any genre of music. I'll have to go listen to NewsBoys and Natalie Grant...

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  8. Skiper said - "Michael is always with us. "

    >>>>> This could be why Michael never sleeps. :o) I did have a dream this morning that I didn't remember and I thought I should have. It seemed important.

    Question...If we have a dream and we don't remember it, did we really have it? LOL! I seem to dream more vividly in the summer. I wonder why that is?
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    LineCH said - "Long ago my grand-mother (although a devout Christian) used to say that losing teeth in a dream was a sign that someone of our entourage was about to die. Strange, isn't it ? "

    >>>>>>> Wow! I never heard that one before! I will have to take note on that! I never, to my knowledge, dreamed of losing teeth. I had three dreams where my sister committed suicide (she attempted once that I know of). I had one dream where I killed my sister in self defense. That dream I will put on here because that one really fits what is going on here. The one with the halls and doors I believe is the next one I am putting up. I have had dreams where I fall asleep, dream and wake up in the dream I originally fell asleep in. Layers in my dreams. I've had dream paralysis where I awoke so terrified that I couldn't even scream. Other dreams where I woke up and I wasn't awake but in another dream. (I'm emptying my guts here, so don't laugh at me ;o)

    I get horrible sleep, I really do. I write everything down.

    Watch Egypt. This is too close to the "Israel" dream I had two years ago. Way too close.

    I have never heard of Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, but I will read more of her at your suggestion. What she wrote that you posted above is beautiful. I agree . . . Michael definitely. ♥

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  9. Truth said - "Oh sorry, I see clearer now that I turned the brightness up on my monitor, I keep it turned down. (Oops!) I see that and that the face isn't probably long enough for Michael."

    >>>>>>>>> Michael's got a nice lil' round face (square?) it's not long! LOL! The shades do throw you off though and the hair. I had to do a double-take too.

    Keith Green:
    "He had been writing and singing his own songs since he was 6. He had been "groomed all his life to be a pop star" and first signed with DECCA records when he was 11. He was a Jewish Christian. His grandfather started the first rock & roll record label - Jaguar Records."


    >>>> And their numbers are almost complete - so said the Jewish man in my dream. Weird you should post that after I mentioned the dream about Israel to LineCH just above this one!

    I am not familiar with Keith Green and back during the 70's my mother probably would not have let me listen to him for the same reasons you mentioned. I know my church would not have liked him. He may have started the trend though that is carried on today in Christian contemporary music.

    My modern Favorites are Casting Crowns, Brandon Heath, Phillips Craig and Dean, Avalon, Selah, Francesco Batastelli (sp??) Love Love the Gaithers, And the choirs like Andre Crouch and Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Guy Penrod, I can't name them all, names keep popping into my head. Any song can get me though, it's usually the song that grabs me and not just the artist. Some artists have a better collection of work than others.

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  10. Bonnie – Wow!!! Your dream is very vivid and full of details and you remember all of it. Thank you for sharing.

    I wonder, have you ever thought to write novels. I know your dreams are real, but your perfect narrative makes you a good candidate to write one.

    That picture of John Branca is really looks bad. He has a look of evilness and his eyes say a lot about it. What was he doing anyway surrounded with all the camera men?

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  11. @Mimi - Hi Mimi. Novels? I don't know. I struggled with that for years. Dreams like that, you're not sure if you are just supposed to share them with people. I have always struggled with the thought of making money off of something God gave me to give to others. I don't know how to do that. I'm telling you, I would have been better off being born when the "barter" system was still the only way commerce took place. Then you HAD to talk to people and the value of things was TRUE.

    Branca - No comment on his "evilness". I believe this was just one of those moments after he was made executor of Michael's estate and he was answering questions. He's going to get everything he deserves. God has his number.

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  12. @Bonnie you said, “I have always struggled with the thought of making money off of something God gave me to give to others.” Oh no, no, Bonnie. I honestly believe God give talents to his people to use them to make earnings and to turn around and help people in need.

    Take Michael as an example. God gave him an extraordinary gifts and he shared them with the world and made millions of dollars and shared again what he earned to make others happy. It’s like double sharing. What other gifts are they that are comparable to those? That’s what I call blessing. Please think about it.

    I like the barter system, and that is true when you said, “Then you HAD to talk to people and the value of things was TRUE." It seems like its fun to do it either.

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  13. Dreams are fascinating! You sure have complex ones, Bonnie. A gift!

    Bonnie said:
    "I've had dream paralysis where I awoke so terrified that I couldn't even scream."

    Me too. And, I had the same thing happen once while totally awake standing in my home. But that I knew to be an evil presence, had to plead the blood of Jesus to get me out of that one. It was a time I was very involved in Christianity and my church.

    Andrea Crouch and Bill Gaither, I'm familiar with them. Yah, to conservative Christians Keith Green was probably a bit radical for his time.

    ">>>>>>>>> Michael's got a nice lil' round face (square?) it's not long!"

    Okay, ok...wrong SHAPE face then! I should have known better than saying LONG, knowing I would get nailed! LOL

    ">>>> And their numbers are almost complete - so said the Jewish man in my dream. Weird you should post that after I mentioned the dream about Israel to LineCH just above this one!"

    Syncronicity? Are you going to or have you posted that dream?

    I read that the U.S. and Israel are behind the uprising in Egypt, been in the works for 3+ years. And that Israel was sending crowd dispersing chemicals. The next (or same) day, they were flowing out of tank barrels in the square in Cairo.

    Iraq is Babylon(ia), right? I believe their ancient national treasures have now become "spoils of war". Are the same atrocities in store for Egypt?

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  14. BONNIE in her Post as of Jan. 3, 2011 "An Overview of Signs.."

    " The temple still has to be rebuilt, the neighbor from the north who now tolerates us will become hostile and band with our enemies. These things are taking shape but haven’t happened yet."

    Wow, Bonnie ! That was quite a dream you had 2 years ago !

    People may also take me for a looney with my "teeth dream" story but anyhow, it was unfortunately REAL too. Dreams are out of our control anyway.

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  15. Thank you LineCH! I went back and read Bonnie's dream again and all I can say is...goosebumps!

    Bonnie said:
    ">>>> And their numbers are almost complete - so said the Jewish man in my dream. Weird you should post that after I mentioned the dream about Israel to LineCH just above this one!"

    So you're talking about Keith Green being a "Jewish Christian"? BTW, he was raised with the New Testament, his Jewish heritage was concealed from him growing up.

    "The temple still has to be rebuilt, the neighbor from the north who now tolerates us will become hostile and band with our enemies. These things are taking shape but haven’t happened yet."

    Are we talking about Egypt & Israel, is Israel "the neighbor from the north who now tolerates us"? Israel is at about the same latitude as northern Egypt but to the east, more like the eastern neighbor.

    I don't doubt your "teeth dream" at all, LineCH. Verbal history and knowledge handed down by elders is extremely valuable!

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  16. Mimi said - "Oh no, no, Bonnie. I honestly believe God give talents to his people to use them to make earnings and to turn around and help people in need."

    >>>>>>>>> Yes mom . . . (walks away sulking). I remember my mother driving me around to churches so I could talk to the Pastors about my dreams and they all told me I should write books for their church. I wanted someone who was more versed in the Bible to HELP ME with this because I struggled with this! I wanted some insight. Instead they were telling me I needed to sell books for their church! It really left an impression on me and for that reason, the whole idea of turning any of those dreams into an item to be sold really REALLY turned me off.

    Right or wrong, I know even pastors and ministers get "paid" for what they do, I mean you have to subsist, I understand that. But I didn't ever want to turn into those pastors and the fear of putting money ahead of or as the motivation for doing ANYTHING for God really scared me.

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  17. Truth said - "Me too. And, I had the same thing happen once while totally awake standing in my home. But that I knew to be an evil presence, had to plead the blood of Jesus to get me out of that one."

    >>>>>>> Yes, I remember one time my own FATHER jumped out from behind some hedges roaring,at my grandmother's house as I came back from the corner to drop mail in the mailbox for her. It was dusk and starting to get dark and he jumped out at me (I was about five years old at the time). I screamed and my knees went right out from under me and my dad had to grab me. He was laughing but I wasn't! I thought it was pretty sadistic to do to a little kid! I was shaking! (Parents are REALLY stupid sometimes...Could have scarred me for life!)

    Truth said - "Okay, ok...wrong SHAPE face then! I should have known better than saying LONG, knowing I would get nailed! LOL"

    >>>>> Okay this time, but don't let it happen again! LOL!

    LIneCH found the post in which I mentioned this dream. It was one of my shorter ones:

    "BONNIE in her Post as of Jan. 3, 2011 "An Overview of Signs.."

    " The temple still has to be rebuilt, the neighbor from the north who now tolerates us will become hostile and band with our enemies. These things are taking shape but haven’t happened yet."

    Yes, Iraq is or encompasses Babylon - Used to be part of Persia.

    I have a video that I want to post tonight on this blog. I wasn't planning to do an update tonight, but it will be a short one. Want some opinions.

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  18. LineCH said - "Wow, Bonnie ! That was quite a dream you had 2 years ago !

    People may also take me for a looney with my "teeth dream" story but anyhow, it was unfortunately REAL too. Dreams are out of our control anyway. "

    >>>>> I know and what was even spookier is that several months later, we learned that one of the members of our church was going to donate money for my husband and I to attend the missions trip to Israel that our church was planning (happened in October). But then the relocation right over top of the trip and we got bumped. There was other stuff going on in the church at the time too and I think certain families just didn't want us to go, possibly because of this blog. I know the person donating was given a hard time about it. Anyhow we ended up not going. I wanted to walk where Jesus walked, but you know what? If I'm doing what God told me to do, aren't I already doing that?

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  19. BONNIE : "If I'm doing what God told me to do, aren't I already doing that?"

    Absolutely, Bonnie. Some of our major disappointments of unfulfilled wishes may lead us to take other options as life (or God) decides at times & accept our condition with more philosophy : not always easy, but this is maybe being in Jesus steps.

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  20. @LineCH - you are right. Not always easy at all. ♥♥♥

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