WitchAndShaman
Truth Seeker
WandS, as usual you made a wonderful contribution, as did many others. And you inspired me to at least give you the short story of a dream that I had that has made a major impact on my life.
I had a dream of meeting Jesus. Completely lucid and with the power to turn it on or off. Often times I talked about the source of the dreams being able to be determined by "what kind of film were they shot on".
Well I don't think they made film like this yet for what happened in my mind's eye.
I was underneath the Egyptian pyramid called Choeps. There was a burial chamber that was looted and destroyed. Open sarcophaguses with bones stripped of their jewels. But one sarcophagus was propped up against the wall and unopened, if the grave robbers didn't dare go near it. I knocked on the lid, and he knocked back. Then the lid opened up and I was face-to-face with a living mummy.
He reached his arm out towards me and I reached my arm out towards him.
The burial cloths fell away. It was Jesus and I instantly recognized him. Then there was a combination of the Holy Spirit, love, peace and a joy. A feeling that no human being could ever conjure up in their own psyche. In my mind I was able to think rationally and concluded that that Jesus had a restrictor on all of that love that I felt. If he turned it on fully I would be consumed into light. And there was a light that was so bright coming off of him that you could almost not see anything but Him.
He put his arm on my forearm. I wanted to meet who was in that sarcophagus but he also wanted to meet me.
And that was it.
I was in shrink school at the time and wrote it up as a dream for analysis in a class for my professor and my classmates. They would review it after I presented it. More on that later.
It's only one page long and is probably sitting somewhere in my files from that era. When I put my finger on it I will post it someday.
But I think the upshot of all of this is after that experience I have never had a doubt. And that is very powerful. Talk about the times when Jesus has to hit you over the head. And I will say it again, I never had a doubt after that.
It will also be interesting to see the differences in my recollections today of that 'dream', versus writing it up the morning after it happened.
Powerful, powerful Paint. I especially like that in your dream Jesus was hidden by the mummy drapings but was ultimately revealed to you. And what is it with that blessed blinding light thing we are subjected to? I look forward to someday being with you Paint in that light. In the mean time, we will know the mystical and Jesus through what we share and learn here on the PNF.
I’d of course read your paper if you ever share it.