There’s Only One ‘Soul Love!’


I woke from a dream this morning. It was a dream about my ‘soul love.’ I was so touched by the emotions which I experienced. I have just started to understand so much more about this one, true love.

In my dream the one who had stolen my heart, was coming with his family to my home. I was very nervous, and yet very excited. He was from a different world, than my own. He and his family, were very refined. Of great wealth and status. Yet, I knew, in spite of this, we had something powerful between us. It was like a fairytale. Our first meeting, left me trying to analyze everything about him. Why did he have such a hold on me, which no one else, had ever had? What is it about this man that makes him different? Since the first time, his eyes, met mine, I felt almost disturbed. It was a longing which I just couldn’t explain I secretly prayed that it would, go away

I realized this was not the  normal infatuation. It was something much different. Perhaps today, I thought, I will find he was just a figment of my imagination. A long-lost desire to make the young girls fairytale a reality. But now, I will finally be able to put this to rest.

When they entered my home, I felt rather stressed. Much like royalty, coming to visit. I wondered what kind of impression they might have. I had nothing to impress.

But then, they were so kind and I could see why, this man, seemed untouched by his position. A softness in his heart which was obvious to anyone. His family was like him. Not pretentious in any way. They didn’t seem to take notice of anything material. It wasn’t what I lacked, which they noticed. It was who I was, as a person. They wanted to know this woman, who had seemed to hypnotize this man.

As I felt immediately at ease with all of them, I thought, these people could be anyone. They were so genuine. So kind.

My eyes searched for him. As my gaze moved past the family circle, there he was. Standing in the background. Very quiet. I thought, it has seemed like an eternity, that I’ve waited for this moment. It almost seemed against the odds, that we would ever be reunited. Now, here he was, in my kitchen.

As I looked at him my heart was discerning his character. Amazed at the fact that he was so successful and seemed to have a global presence, yet here he was, hiding in the back of everyone. Almost as if he was shy in my presence. This intrigued me. Could it be that this man, whom I had fallen for, intimidated by me?

Now, I wanted to reveal my heart to him. Yet, I was afraid as well. How could he believe, I wasn’t just as afraid? These are unchartered waters for me. After so much heartbreak, I’m terrified by my own feelings.

Then I looked at his outward appearance. He had aged since our last meeting, but it didn’t matter. So have I. He was as attractive to me as the first day we had met.  I realized that the outward man, was just the flesh, and I had fallen in love with his heart. I looked at him again, and was amazed at my attraction for him. How could I convince him, that ‘he’s the one?’That he alone, held this place.

I thought, this man has had so many experiences, and met so many people, yet, he has no understanding of the power he has over me. I just wanted to prove to him that this feeling of insecurity he had, was something which goes both ways. This thing we have, goes beyond the natural appearance, and this is what makes it so special.

Later, as he was walking down a flight of stairs, he fell down. All the way to the bottom. I screamed and ran to him. He had really injured himself. I held him as I tried to hold his head. I couldn’t bear the thought of his physical pain. It was as if I felt it too.  I held him tightly, caressing his face, as I  thought, I don’t care what happens, I want to care for this man. I love him beyond everything.

I woke from my dream. I was thinking about all of this and then I remembered my trip to Israel, last year. On the flight, I sat next to a very kind man. He told me about the movies, which were playing. I really didn’t think I would watch anything. I was so tired. But he almost insisted. It was almost as if to say, “I want you to watch this. There is a message for you.”

I believe that God sends people to us to speak all the time. We must have spiritual ears to hear. The movie, which he told me to watch was, The King’s Speech.

I was so moved by this movie.  The King, was so shy. With such a tender heart. Such a sweet spirit. Kind and compassionate. This is the most endearing quality. It was amazing that his humility was so obvious that he had an aversion to the limelight. He was literally, tongue-tied, when he had to speak.

I wondered at this. The man in my dream seemed to be very much like, ‘the king’ It is the most endearing attribute. This is what made me connect with him. Something which can be described, but never explained.

As I read a quote from a friend this morning, it was one more reminder that, “someday, someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else.” That sure seems to say it all.

I’m a firm believer that God has someone specifically designed for a person. And we can either try to make something work, or allow Him to be the ultimate matchmaker. Just as He created Eve for Adam. No one knows our heart, more than the one who created it.

So this dream, seemed a reminder, and an encouragement to me.

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Prophetic Dreams


So young and with no clue!

So young and with no clue!

It was a few years before this time in my life, that I had the dream.

The dream that would stay with me. So profound was this dream, that upon awaking from it, I somehow knew it was unique. One of the primary reasons that I knew this, was because I had remembered every detail and it was so powerful that I have thought of this daily. It seemed to be a picture of the end time events and my role as well.

I had gone out the day before with a group of girlfriends. Wild as we were, we went to the lakefront in Milwaukee to hang out with other hippies. We called this part of the lakefront, adjacent to Lake Michigan, The Site. It hosted bands all throughout the summer months into the fall. It was a favorite hangout for hippies and budding musicians and poets. I had been going there since I was about 13.

I’ll never forget my first visit. I was at the beach with my mom and my siblings and I heard music playing. I decided to ditch them for a little while and go to investigate. I saw a crowd of people standing around and listening to a band called, Sigmend Snopek III. It’s funny now that I remember this. The guy playing the guitar was looking at me and smiling in a flirty way. I was a bit surprised at this since I was probably about 5 years too young for him. It was about 1972. It was flattering, however, and I had a real love for this kind of music. It seemed to be almost cult-like. They gave me an album and members of the band signed it.

Wow! What a great place. It sure beats hanging out with my kid brother’s and sister.

My mom finally decided it was time to go and since she didn’t have a car, we were going to take the bus. It’s funny I don’t remember how we arrived, but it must have been by the same mode of transportation. My poor mom. She had to try to keep all of her kids together and take public transportation with all of us. My youngest brother, Chris, also had cerebral palsy to boot. Now I can look back at my single mom with so much admiration for her accomplishments. She moved mountains, just to take us on a day trip somewhere.

As we walked down the streets on the East Side, I observed every detail. The smells of head shops with incense and patchouli filled the air. The East side, was synonymous with hippies and probably still is to this day. It was upper class on the lakefront and middle-class hippie, on the East side. The dichotomy was striking and yet had a quaintness to it all. Not at all like the crack neighborhoods you find today.

I looked up as we stood at the bus stop and heard a loud yelling from across the street. Right in front of us a patron was being tossed out on the stairs of the pub, named Hooligan’s. They weren’t joking. This was some kind of hooligan being tossed out to the curb and I wondered why they could advertise their name so boldly, only to toss on of the mascot’s out the door. Hmm, I noted to myself, “when I’m old enough, I’m certainly going to check out that place.”

Well, I sure did and it wasn’t any different from that day. My friends and I loved this part of town and this is where we usually went to hang out. I made a regular stop at ‘The Tracks,’ and when I turned 18, I had a birthday celebration there. Much to the surprise of the bouncer, Rich, who had become a very good friend of mine. “What?! You are just turning 18 now?” I’ll never forget being able to pull that one off for so long. The Tracks had a barber chair and it was so small you could barely turn around, but we loved the place, because any body that was anyone, hung out there. And anyone to us was, of course, all the cool people by our standards! Each year, we looked forward with anticipation, to The Tracks picnic. Rich and his cohorts tried with persistence, to get me drunk enough to enter the ‘wet t-shirt’ contest, to no avail. Girls would get up on the picnic tables while the hippies and bikers would stand around hooting and hollering and a bartender would dump pitchers of water on each ones white t-shirt. As you can imagine, it was only one step from being topless and most of the girls would oblige the screams of “Take it off!” No matter how drunk I got, I wasn’t going to do it.

I still remember meetind Mr. Fred Schultz and having a conversation with him in the bar one night.He told me his wife could give me weight training instruction. He was a cop that hung out here and we talked for a long time. He seemed to be a nice guy, even though he was constantly trying to impress me.  What a surprise to find out a few years later that his wife was no other than, Larencia Bembenec, or nicknamed, ‘Bambi.’ Yes,  anyone  around in the 80’s heard of her. She was the one accused of murdering the ex-wife and she also escaped from prison and was captured in Canada. The ‘kelly green’ jogging suit was the big news in her case and I swear everyone went out and bought one after that news hit the press. I personally thought she was innocent and this husband of hers turned out to be quite a scoundrel, but hey, he was a cop. He had friends.

Back to the point of my story; I came home from that evening of spending it with my friends and we were all in bad shape. I won’t elaborate, but to say that I fell asleep and had a dream that night. It spoke to me in ways that defined my future.

When I woke from this I felt as if I couldn’t breath. I tried to walk to the bathroom and felt myself almost falling into the door jam. I prayed “please God, don’t let me die.” I was not of any kind of strong faith, but I knew God had something to do with this.

I realized as I pondered the dream that God was not finished with me and I believe He was just showing me my future and the  need to be alert. He showed me my calling and destiny.

This was the dream; I remembered the whole earth was without light. I saw that there was no sun and I looked up to see a planet so close, it seemed I could reach out and touch it. There were a few people standing with me at the time. There were no lights to see as if it was all power sources terminated.

I heard a voice speak, seeming to come from this planet. It said, “prepare the people. Tell them not to take anything with them. Tell them to board the train and not to take anything with them.”

I nodded, as if I knew exactly what he was saying and began to fulfill my duties per command.

I would go to people and tell them, “you need to get on that train. Don’t take anything. Just go with your families.”

I saw others doing what I was doing in making these announcements to the masses. As people were boarding the trains, I realized that it was nearing the end of my duties and it was time for me to board the train. I did so and arrived in the station.

Next, I went into a very tall building. It was like a tower. I got on the elevator and went to the very top. As I stepped out, I walked into a room and it seemed as if I knew a group of people were going to be there. I looked out the window and it overlooked the railroad yard.

I watched the very last train arriving in the station. At this moment I started to speak excitedly, “He’s coming, He’s coming!” Everyone else in the room also started to repeat this. The excitement was building as if we were chanting, “He’s coming, He’s coming!”

At this moment, I looked toward the east and saw the horizon. The brightest light I have ever seen, began to come up over the horizon. It was brighter than the light of the sun, and with each inch that it rose, our excitement rose with it. It was as if all of us knew, this was the “He,” that we had been expecting.

When the light was at its brightest right above us, I awoke from my dream. This is when I was so awestruck that I tried to stumble from my bed. I knew that this was different.

As the years have gone by, I have had people who are gifted in the prophetic, interpret this dream for me. I haven’t needed to much help, since it’s pretty clear and when I became a believer, the Lord also gifted me with ‘interpretation of dreams.”

Once I realized that my gifts and calling are for evangelism, I could understand the dream of “telling people to prepare.” I became a believer shortly after becoming a flight attendant and this would also seem to indicate the symbolism in the trains. I was to secure a job in the transportation industry, at the time of this end time scenario.

I was at the very end, when I boarded this train myself and then found myself in the tower. A person told me that the upward trip in the elevator, symbolized the ‘rapture.’ It has also symbolized, to me, the fact that I have been involved with the people at the very top at the time of this return.

It is obvious that “He’s coming, He’s coming,” is in reference to the Lord. He is also referred to as the “bright and morning star, brighter than the sun.”

I believe that the Lord gave me a glimpse of His glory at a time in my life when I was in total darkness. It has been unbelievable to see these things playing out.

The Lord tells us that it is “more difficult for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than a rich man to get to heaven.” However, He does not say it’s impossible. In fact He tells us that “All things are possible with God.”

So, I know that my purpose and calling are clear and my career has not been my choice, but His, in order to fulfill His purposes. It will be His choice if I decide to go, but I don’t believe that was in my dream.

So ‘stand by’ and watch what the Lord is doing. Pay attention to your dreams as well because He tells us through Peter reminds us of the “coming of His spirit. “In the last days, God says, I will pour out my spirit on all people.Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams, Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days.

I will show wonders in the heaven above and signs on the earth below, blood and fire and billows of smoke, The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood, before the coming of the great and glorious day of the Lord.

And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved!”

Acts 2;17-20