Testimonies

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I felt like I needed to write all this down while it's fresh in my mind so that I don't forget it. I'm pretty sure I know what most of it means, but I think writing it down will leave room for further interpretation later on, as well as giving me something to look back at. I figure what better place to keep it than at FaithWriters. Besides, maybe someone has some insight that I don't personally have and you'd like to share it with me.

In a dream: I was standing on the opposite side of the street from a block of run down, over-crowded buildings that were something like apartments, but they all touched each other (no yards) and were stacked on top of each other 3 or 4 high. The ground in front of them was just dirt... no grass. I think the side of the street I was standing on was empty, but I‘m not certain of that. I do know that I was standing in grass. I found it odd that I was standing on the opposite side of the street as I’m no stranger to poverty. I am a stranger, however, to such overcrowding. I was looking at the scene as though from a distance and was being kept separated from it somehow. When I woke up, I felt like I should have been very compassionate and saddened by the condition of that street. And I was, somewhat, after I woke up, but not while I was dreaming. It didn’t seem like it was meant to have made me sad, but that there was something significant about it.

A man came out of the middle of the buildings and walked across the street to where I was. I don‘t know what he looked like except that he was really old. He came over to me and handed me a blank sheet of paper. All of a sudden, I was somewhere else and there was nothingness, just emptiness except for that piece of paper. It was all by itself. Then it started shining and took up most of my vision. It was bright, bright white. I could hear someone speaking in a foreign language.

Then I was somewhere else again. I have no idea where. It was just me, not specifically in a place or house or anything. I think it might have been that empty lot again though because the old man materialized in front of me and sat something down beside my feet on some grass. He said “A gift for you.” I looked down and it looked like an urn of some sort with a lid but no handles. It was made out of bright blue (what I assume was glass) cut in diamond shapes... like a huge sapphire. It was solid, no holes or anything. The lid was made out of the same glass or gem, but I knew there was a lid because I could see the slight hint of a lip. This urn thing was about 2 1/2 feet tall. I think the urn-like thing was a gift in itself, but I think its contents were the actual gift. But I don’t know what the contents were because I woke up before I could look.

I’m not sure how or even if the two are connected, but I feel like they are. I had the dream last night, (or rather this morning) but yesterday I had something like a vision. There was a dust storm and all the air was filled with dust and the wind was blowing. When it passed and everything was covered in dust, my hands felt gritty. I looked down at my palm (left one I think) and it was all covered in shards of gold rather than dust or sand. I rubbed my fingers together to feel of it and a piece cut me like a splinter. I started to bleed, but the drop immediately turned to liquid gold. I was looking intently at it when my palms started sweating profusely. I didn’t feel hot though and wondered if I sweating elsewhere. So I wiped the back of my hand across my forehead and gold dust came off on the back of my hand.

Then there were a whole lot of people and I was constantly wiping gold dust off of my forehead and handing out the cloths I used to wipe it with. A woman stood out to me somehow in the crowd and looked in her purse for a clean cloth and brought it to me. I started to wipe my forehead with it and she said “No. A drop of blood.” So I squeezed my finger until a drop of blood came out on the cloth. It was red on the cloth, but then turned to liquid gold. She wiped her own forehead with the cloth. Then she went about wiping her forehead and handing people cloths. There was a huge crowd of people all rejoicing and such. Then I heard “In the last days, I will pour My Spirit out on all flesh, on My menservants and maidservants alike.”
© Joyce Pool

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