I’m not talking about our hopes and aspirations for life, I’m talking about literal, sleep-time dreams and those visions that accost your mind’s eye, unprovoked and unexpected.
I have had many, and many have come to fruition; for some, I’m still awaiting manifestation.
While I have shared some dreams publicly, for the most part, I’ve kept things to myself and my close inner circle. The prompting of this writing came from a dream I had in late February, which I shared on Facebook in early March. I’d like to re-share it here, because it's a message for these times, discuss its implications, and then discuss the greater ramifications of “dreams come true.”
I know that many people don’t believe in the supernatural revelation of dreams and visions, a.k.a. “prophecy.” As a young college student, I attended a weekly, intense, early-morning Bible study group in which the leader told us that God no longer revealed himself to his people in dreams or visions, because he revealed all he needed to in the Bible. I contested, but was quickly informed of how wrong I was.
Needless to say, I didn’t stick with that Bible study much longer. When you have always believed that God still speaks directly to his/her creation through dreams and visions, not limited to the prophets of the Bible (or any other particular religion, for that matter), and when you have had such first-hand revelatory experience, there is no doubt that it is a true and present reality. When confronted by “believers” who don’t believe in divine communication, I must simply “shake the dust from my feet” and travel the path of my own truth.
Even Carl Jung, whose research and profound study into the psyche and symbolism of dreams as manifestations of our present reality, had deeper experiences with future prophecy. You can read more about that here. However, he did not publicize most of his revelations because, from experience, he knew that most would discount the superstitious nature of such things.
I get that, but I think it’s time for me to be a bit more vocal about the “superstitious” tidings that have come my way. So here is my dream from February 21, 2020. I hope you will read with an open mind, for it has already come true, it is coming true as we live, and it is a sign of both warning and hope.
I was taking an early afternoon nap, not unheard of, but not typical. A few minutes into my snooze I was awakened by my daughter, Eden, screaming from her room, “It’s coming! It’s coming! IT’S HERE! IT’S HERE!” I sprang up from my bed and ran to the 2nd story, bathroom window, looking southward over the neighborhood. The wind was blowing hard, pushing black storm clouds our way and a huge flock of crows was flying toward the window. As I closed the window from the onslaught, I saw the formation of a massive, black funnel cloud bearing north, toward our neighborhood, then shifting slightly eastward.
As the crows approached our home, I ran to the opposite window to close it. Looking up, I saw the crows circling in chaos, crashing into the roof and window, some falling dead to the ground, all squawking frantically in fear and pandemonium.
Then I ran to the window that faces eastward to see the tornado ripping through the neighborhood just above the wetlands hill across from our home. I saw houses being crushed, cars and animals flying, trees uprooted, and a swath of destruction left in the storm’s wake.
Though the devastation was frightening, overwhelming and heartbreaking to see, I felt an assurance that the destruction would lead to renewal, and a strange peace overcame me. I watched the tornado carry on northward, afraid it might veer back around toward us, but I woke up before that could happen.
I shared this dream on FB on March 2, along with the mention of a few other dreams I had in the past that foretold of my husband’s death and the upheaval that would both precede and follow it. Surprisingly, I received nothing but positive response from my post. Some asked what I thought the dream meant and I answered that we would probably soon find out.
I did some research into the meaning of crows/ravens and found many different interpretations. Based on the context of my dream and feelings, I knew they did not represent luck, but they did bring a message of chaos, fear and death (a flock of crows is aptly called a “murder”).
The following week, South Africa and then the US issued their COVID-19 lock-down rules and regulations (much stricter in South Africa). Shut out from the chaos of the surrounding world, in my quiet writer’s/home-schooler’s life, I could see the rampant fear crashing around me as the small mountain tourist town I live in closed down. People on social media began panicking, poverty increased, and in the cities, police brutality became a common occurrence against those defiant enough to “break lock-down rules,” like jogging without a mask or buying and selling alcohol and cigarettes (yes, they were banned here in SA. Alcohol is now back on the legal market, but tobacco is still off limits).
Though restrictions, which I believe far outweighed their necessity, have eased a bit since then, fear still lingers in most hearts, as poverty increases, and people continue to lose hope.
In the midst of the crisis, which I believe has been propagandized far out of proportion (Check out this undercover video of one of New York’s allegedly most hard hit hospitals. We are not being told the truth), I wondered, “is this what my dream was all about?” Though the murder of frantic, dying crows could certainly be the COVID crisis, I felt like it wasn’t over yet. COVID-19 was not the tornado. Something else was yet to come.
And then, in early May, I saw it approach the neighborhood across the hills and waters, my motherland, the United States--the videoed killing of African American, George Floyd by a white cop, appropriately named Chauvin (French for Chauvinist - a person displaying excessive or prejudiced support for their own cause, group, or sex) went viral.
I don’t need to describe what happened next. The whole world knows what’s going on, or at least what the media is reporting, which I also believe is a mix of truth and propaganda deliberately fueled to instigate the fires. But it doesn’t matter what I believe, because the fact is, I don’t know and neither do you, most likely. What matters is that a convergence of winds has risen to storm proportions and has caused a huge upheaval of events in the US that I am watching safely from my window on the other side of the world.
Racism, police brutality, systemic injustice, political unrest, manipulation, rage, fear…they’ve all come together to wreak havoc in our cities, to further divide, uproot and destroy the landscape. And it will travel on until we wake up!
What does this mean on a bigger scale? What does my dream confirm, at least to me? Well, for one, it tells me that God still speaks to us in dreams and visions. Prophecy is not confined to ancient Scripture. If we believe it, are open to receive it, and will seek a communicative relationship with the divine, we can all hear from God. (Note: prophetic dreams and visions are usually very intense and emotionally disruptive; fast-forwarding into the future is a wild ride, not a leisurely stroll—at least not in my experience).
Second, it further confirms that prophecy is real. Dreams and visions really do come true. Maybe not so quickly, as in the case of my dreams, maybe they will take hundreds or even thousands of years to materialize.
For example, just this week, a friend posted an article regarding the Mayan calendar and the year 2012. You can read it here. The gist of the article is that the calculations for the year 2012 were off, owing to the change to the Gregorian calendar, and the truer date of 2012 is pretty much now: Mid-late June, 2020. I think many people were disappointed when nothing cataclysmic happened in 2012. No great awakening, though that was the year I experienced a profound shift in paradigm and perspective. No great catastrophes, though there has been a steady increase in natural disasters and wars, which correlates with the prophecies of Jesus in Matthew 24.
But it would make sense that now is more likely the time of the great cyclical revolution foretold by the Mayans. Whether or not things happen when we expect them doesn’t change the reality of the prophecy, because the truths they tell are timeless and universal. Cycles of evolution occur all the time.
Another foretelling that has yet to manifest comes from the book of Revelations, which many also believe to be “end times” prophecy. Though the meaning of the text is highly symbolic and controversy has raged over its meaning and significance since its publication, there is a passage that seems quite concise in Revelation chapter 13, specifically verses 16 and 17. Speaking of the second beast that arises from the ocean, it says: “16 It also forced all people, great and small, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hands or on their foreheads, 17 so that they could not buy or sell unless they had the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of its name.. [which is 666].”
Again, there has been so much conjecture and debate over these prophecies, what they mean and whether they have already been fulfilled, but this particular point appears incontestable, to me, for it is only at this point in our history that we have the technology for such a monetary system to be enacted. And for those willing to look outside the veil of main-stream media and investigate other possibilities, there is plenty of evidence to suggest that this effort is already making its way toward us.
I have believed and “looked forward” to these times for as long as I can remember. For most of my life, it was with fear, and I must admit that even now there is a bit of trepidation within me. However, the prophetic vision of John’s Revelation and the cyclical ending of the Mayan calendar, and my dream of the tornado don’t stop at death and cataclysm. The end of one cycle ushers in the beginning of a new. The Bible speaks of a New Earth, ruled by Love, Peace and Harmony that is to follow the death of the old. Revelations 21 “Then I saw “a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. 2 I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. 3 And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. 4 ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
This is the prophecy I truly look forward to. It is the vision I hold in my heart and my own dreams, the one I feel I was born to experience. It is not a dream of eternal death, but a dream of re-birth…eternal re-birth into a newness of being.
Yes, after the storm, life will resurrect. We will have learned from our mistakes of self-destruction, and come together, working toward building something better, something grander, more beautiful and more holy.
My friends, the tornado may push its way through, uprooting all we know, but it will pass and a New Earth will dawn on the horizon!
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