Twenty eight years ago this morning I awoke after an awesome, shattering dream. One so lucid that nearly 30 years later, it remains vividly etched within me. Come back with me (dream content in blue typeface, comments black).:
I am in my childhood home and standing in front of the large casement window in one corner of the lounge (opposite corner to the doorway). I look up into the inky, dark night sky outside.
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!” I’m sceptical about the existence of UFO’s, but now another ‘fleet’ of some sort appears from the right and heads towards the first.
(The dream now changes gear by going up a level from the usual mix of mental material to that of absolutely convincing lucidity…)
The metaphorical ‘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 them, and regarded Jesus as one of many world teachers. Here, I see no individuals but inwardly know the situation.)
Excited, 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 now flying down 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 and that contrasts starkly against Jesus’ utter holiness. Right away I realise what’s claimed about the Judgement is true – but mine is about to happen right now!
Beyond any doubt whatsoever I suddenly realise my involvement in the occult was most definitely wrong. Consequently, I deserve the undesirable abode!
Groaning “My number’s up!” I inwardly tremble in fearful knowledge I’m about to die at any moment. An invisible trapdoor I’m standing on will drop me straight into hell.
Utmost mortal terror strikes! I dive under the drop-leaf table by the wall to the left of the window so I can hide from Jesus. But he knows I’m there and swoops down straight through the wall on the other side of the corner window. He’s standing in the room and right beside the table!
Cowering below the table with my back turned towards him, I glance over my shoulder and see him from the knees down, his body and 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 at the hem this event goes into yet another level of revelation, one to do with my childhood…Then I awake! Thoroughly alert, further sleep eludes me!
As recounted in False ‘Gospel’ leads me to the devil’s door, the previous evening I’d closed the door on all further discussions with a young church worker about Christianity because of his incorrect opinion of yoga, the new age and the occult, as based upon Billy Graham’s teaching!
That night’s dream reminds me of an evocative small picture that deeply 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’s convicting me of my personal sinfulness (ie. wrongdoing) and, thus, preparing me to receive God’s grace (ie. undeserved favour).
Also, what happened after reaching for Jesus proves He’s closely acquainted with the private details of my thoughts as a very young boy. The dream’s conclusion shows He’s going to topple my childish concepts of Him in preparation for their replacement with a certainty 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 and receive its blessings. I deserved none of that. 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 and occultic 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. Ecstasy turned to abject terror as the light I was in got swept aside like a curtain. Exposed ‘on stage’ was a hideous, devouring beast of utter blackness about to approach me – far worse than any nightmare! (as in Searching for Truth leads me into captivity).
I wasn’t into drugs but was ignorant of the scripture ‘satan himself transforms himself into an angel of light‘ (2 Cor 11:14). Upon learning about and reading that verse a few years later I realised its truth had been demonstrated to me when a non-Christian in that identity’s dramatic exposure!
But in this new dream terrifying fear had been overcome by Jesus Christ Himself and His wonderful mercy and love.
What happened next? That’s told in Triple validation of the reality of my life-changing Visitation. For an introductory overview to my full testimonial read “Am FREE!”.
On the 28th anniversary of my rescue (albeit not then fully believing or born-again) I rejoice in the Lord my Saviour upon entering a ‘new season’ of my life everlasting.
[Photo of Jesus in Clouds courtesy of Bible Probe.]