Just a note to write details about the following visions that I have written elsewhere, but need to put on the blog. I have given them each some kind of title that describes the basic content of the vision. I plan to get deatils out on each of them. Quite interesting.
Jesus talked to me while hanging on the cross
The banquet table in heaven and the arrival of the Messiah/perfect unison
Angels in the hospital
Walking in heaven
Cloud over Chicago
Oasis in my entire town where I live now
Going in the huge wind tornado
The large green rock/foundation
The building of the walls with the lving / floating cornerstone and others
Jesus praying for me hands on
People praying up and down the street in unison
I am in my office writing this without my notes, so I will update this with the others later, but there are some more. I am glad that I wrote them down elsewhere. It is important to write dreams and experiences down, even the seemingly unimportant ones, as they are not unimportant.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
My First Vision
About a year and a half ago while I was praying at the kitchen table, I saw, now my eyes were closed, so what I saw was not with my physical eyes... a man about 6 feet tall standing on a large rock. He was dressed in what looked like a hooded shepherds robe. It was dark in appearance and had a rough texture. The man had on no shoes, and he was holding a tall fairly thick straight staff in his left hand. I was looking at him from about 8 or 9 feet away.
The staff was important, as the man was holding onto a section of it a little higher than his head, and the staff went up another 12 inches or so and had a carved design on the top. Where his hand was holding on to the staff, that area of the staff was puffed out, like am oblong, but it was like a glass material that was emmitting power. I knew it was power as that section he was holding onto was all lit up and the power had colors to it, like yellow, white, orange, a bit of red just coming straight out of that part of the staff he was holding onto. It went through his hand and I knew that it was power coming out, but it was visible.
The rock was the only one I saw and it was about 8 feet around on the top where he was standing, and since I was so close, I saw the man and the top part of the rock only, and I could see the sky behind all that. but it was not really sky. It was colored in red and blue and yellows, oranges like large colored clouds, but it was all very far back in the distance. It was most like a sunset that you see in the distance full of many colors, but it was everywhere.
The air had a color to it, but it was not really air, it was just like air, but it had a tint to it.
The mans face I recognized when I saw it. It was my son, but it was a much older version of him. He is 22 now, but this was him at about 30 or 35. No real expression except calmness. He did not see me or at least he did not acknowlege me if he did, but I could see his expression, and the wrinkles.
Well that is pretty much the desription of the scene, but it is the things that I knew about what I was seeing that gave me much encouragement. I have found that most of my visions since this one, have a picture of things and events going on, but it is the internal knowing of what is going on that is most interesting to me. It is as if an entire set of facts or information is already known.
My son was born in a very stressful birth. He has always had symptoms of bi-polar, aspergers, non verbal communication skills lacking and he has always struggled in social environments. He is very intelligent, but he has always been struggling with life. He understands and can communicate truth in a way that cuts through all of our current fancy wording. In his thinking there is no gray area. He understands the depth of sin and mans nature and has many times been so overwrought that it appeared that he would decide to just be done with it all. Many times I thought it would actually happen. I recall the many times I have been on my knees crying out to he Lord for help in delivering him and to keep him alive.
So, here is my son, a bit older, dressed in a hooded robe, standing on a rock, holding onto the staff, with his hand firmly gripping that area that was eminating the power of God. I knew when I saw all this, that the son I have in the flesh, with all its trials and difficulties, was a man that stood up tall with his hand firmly gripping the power of God ithat was coming through the staff. I knew that his hand was fixed firmly to it. I knew that he had perfect peace. I knew that he was not confused or perplexed. I knew that he was strong in the Lord while standing there with this staff. I knew that this was the son I was supposed to see. I was seeing my son healed, no confusion, no worries, no stress. I knew that if he spoke, it would be with the words of the Lord. I knew that he was standing there in the power of the Lord God.
I recall thinking to myself that as long as his hand was holding onto the staff and that particular spot that he was filled with the Spirit of God. I never thought that he would let go, but I knew that this was what was making him whole.
The staff was important, as the man was holding onto a section of it a little higher than his head, and the staff went up another 12 inches or so and had a carved design on the top. Where his hand was holding on to the staff, that area of the staff was puffed out, like am oblong, but it was like a glass material that was emmitting power. I knew it was power as that section he was holding onto was all lit up and the power had colors to it, like yellow, white, orange, a bit of red just coming straight out of that part of the staff he was holding onto. It went through his hand and I knew that it was power coming out, but it was visible.
The rock was the only one I saw and it was about 8 feet around on the top where he was standing, and since I was so close, I saw the man and the top part of the rock only, and I could see the sky behind all that. but it was not really sky. It was colored in red and blue and yellows, oranges like large colored clouds, but it was all very far back in the distance. It was most like a sunset that you see in the distance full of many colors, but it was everywhere.
The air had a color to it, but it was not really air, it was just like air, but it had a tint to it.
The mans face I recognized when I saw it. It was my son, but it was a much older version of him. He is 22 now, but this was him at about 30 or 35. No real expression except calmness. He did not see me or at least he did not acknowlege me if he did, but I could see his expression, and the wrinkles.
Well that is pretty much the desription of the scene, but it is the things that I knew about what I was seeing that gave me much encouragement. I have found that most of my visions since this one, have a picture of things and events going on, but it is the internal knowing of what is going on that is most interesting to me. It is as if an entire set of facts or information is already known.
My son was born in a very stressful birth. He has always had symptoms of bi-polar, aspergers, non verbal communication skills lacking and he has always struggled in social environments. He is very intelligent, but he has always been struggling with life. He understands and can communicate truth in a way that cuts through all of our current fancy wording. In his thinking there is no gray area. He understands the depth of sin and mans nature and has many times been so overwrought that it appeared that he would decide to just be done with it all. Many times I thought it would actually happen. I recall the many times I have been on my knees crying out to he Lord for help in delivering him and to keep him alive.
So, here is my son, a bit older, dressed in a hooded robe, standing on a rock, holding onto the staff, with his hand firmly gripping that area that was eminating the power of God. I knew when I saw all this, that the son I have in the flesh, with all its trials and difficulties, was a man that stood up tall with his hand firmly gripping the power of God ithat was coming through the staff. I knew that his hand was fixed firmly to it. I knew that he had perfect peace. I knew that he was not confused or perplexed. I knew that he was strong in the Lord while standing there with this staff. I knew that this was the son I was supposed to see. I was seeing my son healed, no confusion, no worries, no stress. I knew that if he spoke, it would be with the words of the Lord. I knew that he was standing there in the power of the Lord God.
I recall thinking to myself that as long as his hand was holding onto the staff and that particular spot that he was filled with the Spirit of God. I never thought that he would let go, but I knew that this was what was making him whole.
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