Pulled Over by a Traffic Cop

Pulled Over by a Traffic Cop?

Scene 1: I was in a theater setting with lights low watching a “movie.” Sitting in front of me were normal looking people, but also some who did not “seem normal” to others but I suspected undercover agents.

 The exceptions were men dressed like FBI agents under cover but not disguised well enough I could not tell they were Feds-short hair, white shirts but no suit jackets. Maybe the “pagers” were giveaways. They were sprinkled out among all the other people watching this attraction on the screen, but sitting next to each was a boy. The boys seemed under 10 years old but certainly not more.

 I realized when I noticed, in the dark, that boys were with agents, “I can see this but others cannot.” The boys were in training. They were protégés of undercover agents. Usually in my dreams this means angels (agents of God with authority and power) who are watching over. This was the case in part.

 

Scene 2: I was driving west into the sun on a four lane highway with little traffic. I came to a 4-Way stop. Without warning or provocation, a traffic cop pulled me over. The pullover was strange. As I looked into the rearview mirror, I could see the “squadcar” was a 1947-1951 model car. I was born in ’47 and came to know Christ in 1951. It was parked going in the opposite direction and at an angle stopping me from going backward. That seems pretty obvious now to interpret.

 The policeman came up, wearing a helmet, but a light coming from the east blinded me. Then the blindness wore away and I felt ashamed and afraid.

 “We need you to come and help train Ricky’s boys.”  Immediately I knew the reference. This referenced an unforgettable passages from a book by a man named Rick Joyner whom I had never met nor knew much about. His book said a time would come when young, powerfully spiritual kids would come;  we must help them walk into the greatest spiritual time of history-meaning the older people must be spirtual parents to these young hungry “warriors.” 

-Dream Ends-

Of course these warriors do not kill but love people into submission. If you are one of these trainer-agents on earth, or if you are one of the “kids” and want to talk about it, give me a shout. If you are not, let the words of Gamaliel speak to you, “If these people are wrong, it will fade. If not, we should not oppose them.” Who knows, your dreams might be valuable. 

 This dream came to be true in my life already in part. The second part is the “movie” and the pager. I believe the social and electronic media represented by the screening of a movie, training and “pagers” which are like Twitter today, and the movie like U-tube or Facebook. All the media are on the web. 

So, this month I started in earnest doing what the dream gave me future knowledge about-I am entering the social media on the internet to encourage the spritual parents (also Feds) and the “kids.”  I am 61. This dream came to me years ago but the timing for it was now, as indicated by my other dreams and many, many other confirmations. 

 “I will send a messenger” (traffic cop in the dream)

“But for you  who fear my name, the sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in its wings.” (this was a reference to the bright light blinding me first)

 “Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the great and awesome day of the Lord comes. And he will turn the hearts of fathers to their children and the hearts of children to their fathers, lest I come and strike the land with a decree of utter destruction.” (mentoring the young heart to heart)

Prophet Malachi Chapters 3&4 excerpts ESV

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Bahama Bob’s Trading Post

Driving through the Southwestern U.S.A. this year, déjà vu occurred for two dreams. I am sharing one in this post, then another later:

In my own vehicle, a sedan, I was concerned at first at the amount of traffic, especially trucks. It was very heavy traffic, even at times eight or ten vehicles. They were mostly large trucks at one time to pass. In this dream, I was on a two-lane highway in the Hill Country of Texas, heading into West Texas.

It was déjà vu in that I drove there on a two lane until I was on Interstate 10 in real life this year, and the State of Texas rewards cars with performance engines in good repair; the speed limit is 80 mph, higher than most of the vehicles can withstand safely:

 Back to the dream, I was passing with no problem five to ten cars and trucks with one attempt, and on big hills, even uphill, going very fast. After several hills and passing many cars, I went up on a mountaintop and the road ended at a place. I looked at the place and parked my car in a dirt parking lot, seeing a very large plantation or mission style building.

God spoke to me, and said, “This is Bahama Bob’s, where you can get everything.” I was very happy both driving and in the end, although I woke curious what this general store was in real life.

It was the type of trading post seen in islands all over the world, or on byways everywhere, especially remote wilderness-It was a place of abundant provision. The dream was meant to be an encouragement to me and you,  but also to point out action for me, an assignment and a blessing. 

This blog is the result of that dream. God says “Feed My sheep” and hungry people love that God is alive and has all the provision they need. Many people dream and throw the dreams away, and visions too, not valuing them. Yet the ones from God are treasure and can address everything in our lives. Joseph and Daniel said they interpreted dreams by asking God. I do the same thing. You can too, so my prayer is that you will find everything you need from God, and that the things you dream and envision that are from God, and you will usually know, so fear not, will be part of that full provision.

Why the Bahama’s, does it fit just me? No. Until just recently I never owned but one island shirt and do not favor the beach. I have never been to the Bahamas. The Bahamas are, and always have been, a place of refuge and relative safety. Freeport, Bahamas, is a giant container port where you literally can find everything. Ships drop off huge supply and trade the loads down to Panama Canal sized ships at Freeport. It is a banking refuge, a tax haven, and a place of escape and rest for many people for many reasons.

Isaiah 35 represents the “Highway to Holiness” a clear interpretation for this dream. The last verses say, and I summarize, that the joy and other things eluding us for so long will be available-all of it. We are not to fear the seeming obstacles-God protects those who seek and find Him. (just a note for those who do not know, Texas has about an inch per year less rainfall for every fifty miles west, so West Texas is more and more a desert.

The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad; the desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus; it shall blossom abundantly
and rejoice with joy and singing. (Isa. 35:1-2)ESV

God has a place for everyone that is the place of safety and provision-whatever we need is in His presence and He wants us to find that:

     “You will bring them in and plant them
      In the mountain of Your inheritance, 
      In the place, O LORD, which You have made 
      For Your own dwelling, 
      The sanctuary, O Lord, which Your hands have established.” Exodus 15:17

This is not only a real place in certain circumstances, it is a spiritual meeting place in all cases. It is out of the hand of God that all desires are met.

A Key to a Castle

Sailing in the Irish Sea, I dreamed (three and a half years ago) that I was in an old place. It felt and looked like a castle, an old keep, but it also seemed vaguely like a monastery and the stewards seemed like monks, but not quite. The people who administered the place were called “stewards” in the dream. 

 

 

    I was sitting in a lecture setting inside the place and a man spoke. Before he spoke, I was able to “see” with my minds eye at least nine generations of stewards, and this man was one of them. He had light colored hair, and was nice in appearance. The noticeable trait he carried was that he seemed tired. 

He said, to a large group of we “outsiders,” that this place we sat, this castle, was to be given to a new steward. The “men” called before him were faithful to keep the place, but now that was coming to an end. The people in the audience were there to be candidates for the new stewardship award. 

The scene then changed and the location within the castle changed. We now sat in a darker place for the audience, and a wall separated us. Then a key was held by the man in charge. He said “Now I will pick the new steward.” At the same time, God spoke to me in my heart, not out loud but through a true knowing. I was to be picked. 

So, I sat down and was quiet, holding my hand out. The others, however, eager to receive the key, stood and leaned over the short wall and stretched out their hands. So now my “chances” seemed slim but I knew. The steward put the large key into the hand of one man on my left, then took it out before releasing it. Then to my right, he actually set the key and released it into the hand of someone else near me standing over me as I patiently and quietly sat with my hand lower and harder to find. This recipient seemed very happy. I knew better.

The next move was very quick-the older steward went back over and took the key out of the hand of this man. Now again, many hands stretched out for it. Instantly and unexpected by the others, he put it in my hand. I looked at this key. It was huge, key to a very big door. It had a sort of metal cylindrical cup on the end of it with a lid on top. The lid was opened and nothing was inside. 

Two days later I found myself in a castle at the special invitation of the Lord of a manor that was many generations old. He was giving a private tour to a group of us, yet this was unusual, since they never gave public tours as a policy. I was introduced to him as someone who raises money for special projects and who is interested in building and preserving community, both spiritual and physical together. He asked for help, as in the dream! He was perhaps the 15th generation of lords who owned and lived in this castle, and he wanted to find a way to preserve the history and the land. His son was not interested in the place. 

Most old castles were being taken down and this one needed major repair or it was going to be lost, faded as in the dream. An interesting side note, and not without interest, this real castle had a wall around 2,000 acres of land. I asked why the wall was built initially? The Lord of the manor said, “It was built by the lord during the potato famine. He wanted to save the lives of the starving poor people of that area , so he paid a penny a day to workers to build a wall, a wall he really did not need.” The people loved the lords of that manor and still do for doing this. He took their best interests above his. 

The dream interpretation was somewhat literal at first, since I wound up in a real castle looking for a new steward. I did not get the key, not yet. I feel it also represents a generation of leaders, referred to in the dreams and visions adjoining this one on leadership. 

God wants faithful leaders and He is going to choose them:

 “‘And I will give you shepherds after my own heart, who will feed you with knowledge and understanding…” Jeremiah 3:15

⁷ “And to the angel of the church in Philadelphia write, 
‘These things says He who is holy, He who is true, “He who has the key of David, He who opens and no one shuts, and shuts and no one opens”: ⁸ “I know your works. See, I have set before you an open door, and no one can shut it; for you have a little strength, have kept My word, and have not denied My name. ⁹ Indeed I will make those of the synagogue of Satan, who say they are Jews and are not, but lie—indeed I will make them come and worship before your feet, and to know that I have loved you. ¹⁰ Because you have kept My command to persevere, I also will keep you from the hour of trial which shall come upon the whole world, to test those who dwell on the earth. ¹¹ Behold, I am coming quickly! Hold fast what you have, that no one may take your crown. ¹² He who overcomes, I will make him a pillar in the temple of My God, and he shall go out no more. I will write on him the name of My God and the name of the city of My God, the New Jerusalem, which comes down out of heaven from My God. And I will write on him My new name. 
¹³ “He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.”’ Revelation 3: 7-13 NASV

I feel this dream prophesies the changing of the guard, and it also seems to set the stage for trouble, trouble that is sent to test people on the earth. Many have already been tested and some of us will be needed as servant leaders, people who have the best interests of our charges at heart. I represented the people in Rev. 3 who have a little strength left from a long battle with evil forces. The evil was religious in nature. I was not strong in relation to the others in the dream. I was chosen out FOR my weakness, making me qualified after passing a period of testing. I represent the coming new leaders in the dream, a passing of the guard.