To the Glory of God alone is this personal story told:
For He has rescued me from the dominion of darkness and brought me into the kingdom of the Son He loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins. (Colossians 1:14 NIV)
Twenty-seven years ago this morning, 14th September 1989, I awoke from a night-vision that is still vividly etched into my soul and spirit. A truly awesome life-changing night.
The tragic deaths of fellow teenagers in 1960’s birthed an ambition to learn what happens at and after death. I had many questions: is there a post-mortem existence? – why’s any discussion of the topic taboo? – because it’s so deeply emotional? – why no definitive, global comprehension of an inescapable, regular event that’s common to every living creature that’s ever existed on this planet? – why haven’t scientists discovered a satisfactory answer?
My search actually led me astray and put me in a personally perilous place. But I believed my journey was an eminently sensible situation – I never guessed how wrong I was!
Decades later, I was unexpectedly confronted by the consequences of that decision upon my own post-mortem existence – a terrifying insight, and retold for the sake of all visitors to this blog.
Last night was the anniversary of my life-changing encounter with the Son of God, Jesus Christ.
On the previous evening I’d more or less told a young chap half my age to go away and not cross my doorstep again. Actually, that earthly visitor did return and I got to know him better as a result of that night’s heavenly visitor – and I learned his birthday’s the same as mine! (Coincidence or ‘God-incidence’? – you decide.)
In view of my explorations and experience I’d decided the youngster’s discussion about Christianity was a complete waste of time. But what happened a few hours later remains vividly etched within me and is exceptionally significant.
So come back in time with me as I describe what happened whilst asleep, as I wrote soon afterwards (notes added much later) in a testimony entitled:
‘More Than A Dream’
I find myself in the lounge of my childhood home and am in front of the large casement window abutting one corner of the room. I look up into the inky, dark night sky.
A small flotilla of large, wingless aircraft drifts slowly across from left to right at high altitude and I groan, “Oh…not that flying saucer nonsense. I must be dreaming!” (Occasionally in dreams I’d be aware of dreaming and could change the scenario.)
I’m sceptical about the existence of UFO’s, but now another ‘fleet’ appears from the right and heads towards the first.
Now, the dream changes gear (rather, goes up a level) from the normal mixture of mental material > to that of absolutely convincing lucidity:
The ‘light goes on’! In my ‘knower’, I realise the first fleet is demonic and the second is masses of angels under the command of Jesus Christ. (I did not believe in unidentified flying objects and aliens, but I regarded Jesus as one of many world teachers – I didn’t know Jesus appeared as the commander of the Lord’s host of angels to Joshua when outside Jericho. Here, I can’t see any other ‘persons’ but have ‘inner knowledge’ of the situation.)
I think I’m about to watch an amazing heavenly battle…but…OH NO! Somehow, I now know Jesus has espied me far down below and is coming down directly towards me!
All I see is a distant bright light very rapidly getting brighter and larger as it drops down to my location, just like an airliner approaching a runway to land at night.
Instantly, I realise my life has been one of sin that contrasts starkly against Jesus’ own holiness. Right away I realise what’s claimed about the Judgement is true – but mine is about to happen right now!
Beyond any doubt I realise my involvement in the occult was most definitely wrong. Consequently, I deserve the undesirable abode!
“My number’s up!” I groan, inwardly trembling in knowing I’m about to die at any moment and an invisible trapdoor I’m standing on will drop me straight into hell.
Uttermost mortal terror strikes and I dive right under the drop-leaf table in the other corner of the room to hide from Jesus. But he knows where I’m hiding and swoops down straight through the wall at the side of the window to stand in my room and right beside the table!
Cowering under the table with my back turned towards him, I glance over my shoulder and see him from the waist down, his face out of sight above the table.
Most unexpectedly, somehow I have the courage to reach my hand out backwards to grab at the hem of Jesus’ robe…
>> As I tug, the event goes into yet another level of revelation regarding my childhood…Then I awake! Thoroughly alert, further sleep eludes me!
The event reminds me of an evocative small picture that impressed me as a child – the return of Jesus Christ:
Later I understand that my terror had been ‘the fear of God’ brought through the Holy Spirit in convicting me of my personal sinfulness (ie. wrongdoing) and, thus, preparing me to receive God’s grace (ie. undeserved favour). Also, there was such a distinct and extreme contrast between His utter holiness and myself.
Yet what happened when I touched Jesus proves He’s intimately acquainted with even private details of my thoughts when a little boy. The last moments of the dream show He will topple my childish concepts of Him and thus hint at their being replaced with a sure knowledge of His true identity.
“The Lord is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and rich in love” (Psalm 111). Mercifully, He plucked me from the domain of darkness to bring me into His own realm and to receive its blessings – I deserved none. Truly, ‘Amazing Grace’ – how awesome and wonderful..!
As a result of the most remarkable dream I’d ever had, I carefully reconsidered all my New Age notions. Meditational and mystical exercises had resulted in my having some unusual, ‘psychic’ dreams, but none whatsoever like this one.
The only remotely similar dream was that of an ‘altered’ state of consciousness known as ‘nirvana’, or bliss, where I’d been taken behind its alluring golden light. However, ecstasy then turned to abject terror at the sight of an approaching hideous, devouring beast of blackness far worse than any nightmare! (I didn’t take drugs.) In this dream, however, fear had been overcome by Jesus himself and his wonderful mercy and love – and pervasive peace.
Confirmations that the event was real would come over subsequent years. In fact these confirmations were just as startling and acted to validate the ‘close encounter’, as will be told in the next post (click to read). Meanwhile, should you wish to learn about what went on only hours before that heavenly visitor appeared, then read about An Earthly Visitor.
Dear Nina writes in her hand-made birthday card, ‘God bless you Darling as a New Year starts with our Lord – Yippee!’
- This dream account was one of this blog’s early posts published under the title, ‘Death or Destiny?’. My full testimony appears in No 7 & My Journey into Freedom.
- My remark about ‘UFOs’ relates to Erich von Daniken’s bestselling Chariots of the Gods and similar books. Previously, I’d once dreamt of their being demonic and much more recently learned that the renowned researcher Dr J Allen Hynek came to the same conclusion later in his life.