January 18, 2013 – A Dream

Embrace Each Other

January 17, 2013

I was living in a city that had a very large square (praça).  One morning about 8:45 a.m. I left the building in which I lived and began walking through the town square on the cobble stones.   I came to large building that had a long glass front.    Inside were a lot of young and beautiful women singing and dancing.  Though I could not hear anything specific, I knew they were worshipping the Lord God of Israel.

I stopped to watch the dancing and listened to discern the music beating through the glass.    While I stood there, more and more men – older and younger –  began to arrive and stand outside the building.  As I looked around I realized they were all Jewish as they were all wearing kippot.  I seemed to be the only female person who was standing there so I pushed myself closer to the building so I would be somewhat hidden.    I pressed myself against one of the pillars that was next to the glass that also held up a small protective overhang.  Between the pillars were several steps that went up into the glass-front building.      The crowd kept growing until there were hundreds of Jewish men standing there waiting for something.

At precisely 9:00 a.m. the huge front glass doors to the building slid open and there was complete silence for a moment.   Then, with no signal whatsoever, the entire crowd – inside and out –  began singing the Shema.  I stood there stunned.  It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard with so many different harmonies.  It brought tears to my eyes because the sound was nothing like I had ever heard before.  I knew I was witnessing something extraordinary.

Shema Israel, Adonai Elohenu, Adonai Echad ….  At that moment my spirit soared and I wanted to sing with them so I began to join in,  “Baruch shem kavod ….” I don’t know if something was wrong with my voice,  but the whole crowd began looking around until they saw me.  I stopped singing.

After they were done singing the Shema, the group inside the building began a different song in Hebrew though the words sounded like Portuguese to me.  I knew it was Hebrew, but I was understanding it in Portuguese.  They began singing,  ‘Me abraçar’ which means ‘Hug me’ or ‘Embrace me’.  I knew the people inside were leading the Jewish men outside to join in.  As each Jewish man joined in with the words, he reached his hands toward the bright blue sky until everyone was reaching out for an embrace from God.

When the singing finished (it seemed like a long time), the crowed dispersed and I went home.  I returned the next morning at 8:45 a.m., stood at the pillar and waited.  More Jewish men than the day before arrived.  This time, however,  I sang the Shema completely, but only within my heart.  It was the words of ‘Me abraçar’ that began afterwards that pierced my heart and the way the Jewish men stretched out their arms toward the sky.

I wondered about the daily event,  yet I continued to go every morning just to watch the men gather and listen to the beauty of the Shema being sung.  Each day more and more Jewish men came until the coblestoned square was nearly packed.

One morning I decided to take my husband.  He wasn’t feeling well so I had to drag him along and hold him up as he trudged along.  I kept telling him how beautiful the sound was and he had to go with me.  I told him he would be blessed.   I pushed my way through the growing crowd to my usual place.  I propped him up by the pillar and together we listened to the singing of the Shema.  When it was done and while they were singing ‘Me abraçar’, we returned to our building.  Feeling better, my husband went up the stairs.   I went down the stairs.

In the basement of the the building was a room with huge solid wooden doors.  The doors were shut so I opened them to see what was happening inside. A large group of people,  some standing and some sitting in white plastic chairs, were singing.  Their words were nearly the saem  as what I had just heard from the Jewish men.  They were singing “I embrace you Lord, I embrace you”, but it was a completely different atmosphere.

In the front of the room were two men.  They were both facing the group.   One was standing behind a little podium.  Everyone watched him sing and then sang as he directed.  I knew he was their leader.    The other man was standing about three feet away from the man at the podium.   He was not singing, but kept his eye on the man leading.  As I heard the words, “I embrace you, Lord” for about the fourth or fifth time, something inside my heart realized that these two groups – the one outside in the town square and the one inside this dark cubicle needed to unite and become one group.  One group knew God and embraced him with joy and beautiful singing.  The other group seemed to embrace God, but there was no joy in their singing.    I knew that these two groups needed each other to be complete.  I knew that the group in the basement needed to leave their dark and dreary place and go to the square where the sun was shining and the sky was blue.

I became so excited with the revelation that I ran toward the man at the podium and tried to interrupt his singing.  “You need to embrace each other!”   He scowled at me, but stayed in a kind of trance.   I repeated, “You need to embrace each other.”  He then pointed me to the man standing three feet away.  He never took his eyes from the group nor did he miss a beat in the song.

I walked quietly to the other man trying not to interrupt the leader again.   When I got in front of him, I noticed that though he was facing straight ahead, he was somehow staring at the leader.    I shouted in his face as the singing seemed to get louder as I approached him.   “Your people and the people outside need to embrace each other!”  He pretended not to hear and kept staring.    I shouted the phrase again and again until two men wearing black suits and ties took me by the arms and led me toward the door.  The silent man  followed us, but under his breath, he finally spoke, ‘We’ll discuss this out here.”

Once outside the room, he shut the thick wooden door tightly.   The singing was silenced.  I said, “Don’t you get it?  The Jewish men are outside embracing God and you are inside singing about embracing God. You need to embrace each other.”

He grumbled.   I looked at him again and realized that the two men had a pole on wheels holding an oxygen tank.   I had not noticed earlier, but the man had a tracheotomy in his throat.  They put a mask on his face and hooked tubes from the oxygen tank to an apparatus around his neck.  I was a little freaked out.   What was wrong with this man?  Just a few seconds ago, he appeared to be quite healthy as his eyes bored through the leader as if controlling him in some way or another.

As the singing began to penetrate the door, the man then directed me to go up the stairs. The singing seemed to be getting louder.  He pushed me up the first stair.    I suddenly felt like I was his prisoner with these two men in tow.  I reached out to help him with the pole and he became more obstinate.

At the top of the stairs, the two men remained behind guarding the stairs and I followed him to another room.   It was an empty ballroom with wooden floors and beautiful old and ornate trim.  He turned around and I saw that his face had changed.  It had become gray, pasty and shrunken in.  He looked like he was an old man.  Through the oxygen mask he was breathing very heavily.   He managed to get the words out, “WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

I replied, “You still don’t get it?   Out there they are embracing God.   In here you are singing about embracing God.  You need to embrace each other.   You need to work together.”

My response did not please this man.  His body began to twist and bend and his voice turned raspy.  He demanded, “WHO SENT YOU HERE?”

I responded, “No one sent me.   I just know that both of you need to embrae each other, but you are separated. One of you is inside this basement and the other is out in the square.”

He turned quickly whipping the pole with the oxygen behind him and numerous tubes seemed to fly everywhere.   I noticed he hobbled his way across the ballroom like he was now 120 years old.   I ran behind him and said, “Do you know nothing about Romans 11?”  but he just kept dragging himself and the oxygen pole.  It squeaked as the wheels rolled across the floor.

The closer we got to the stairs the less he seemed to hobble.  When we got to the top of the stairs, I went to help him with the metal pole and realized he had folded it up and it was in the back pocket of his jacket.  I thought it was strange that a metal pole could be folded into a jacket pocket, but didn’t say anything.  As he took the first two steps down the stairs, he began to remove the mask and placed the tubes in his jacket pocket.   He turned around and smiled at me.  I was shocked.   He had no teeth.  Only bloody gums filled his mouth.  I still wasn’t sure who this man was, but he was dying and trying to stay alive.  For some reason, I didn’t feel sad for him, but wondered when he would finally give up.

I tried to go with him down the stairs and began to ask again, “Can’t you both just embrace each other?”   From what seemed like nowhere, men in black suits began to fill the stairway and surround the toothless man  until I could no longer get near him.  I could only watch as he descended the stairs.  Others in black suits pushed me farther and farther away until I was in the ballroom again.  Now, the ballroom was full of these men and I had lost complete contact with the dying man.  Where these men came from, I had no idea as there had been no one in the ballroom earlier,  but I instinctively knew they were lawyers and their job was to protect the dying man.   I also knew he needed to get back into the room at the bottom of the stairs or he would surely die.

I woke up.  The Lord seemed to reveal the dream to me as I went through all the details in my head.

The Meaning?!

Inside the glass-front building, a temple of sorts, there was a group of women who were dancing and singing.  They were worshipping the Lord full of joy.   Even though their joy is seen through the transparent glass and their worship is visible to everyone, it remained relatively quiet outside until the doors were opened.   I believe these women are the faithful ‘virgins’ in the Body of Messiah who make up the spiritual Temple and who worship in Spirit and Truth.

The Jewish men are outside of the temple filling the the open square of the city.   There is a brightness in the square as they come together from all around the city.   The words of the Shema are a beautiful song that they gather to sing together at a prescribed time of morning.   When the glass doors were opened, everyone who knew the Shema sang together and they became one harmonious beautiful voice.  Once the Shema was completed, it was the singers and dancers inside the glass temple who led the Jewish men in singing about the embrace of God in Hebrew, but heard in a foreign language of one of the nations.

I stood by a pillar of the temple and became one of the worshippers, dancers, singers,  praisers (Jews) in my heart.  I did not enter the glass room nor did I try.  I completely understood their worship celebration, but realized when I started singing the Shema and had to stop that I was only to be an observer.

I brought my sick husband to the pillar of the Temple to see and hear the beautiful sight of unity and the melodious sound of the Shema.  I wanted him to hear and know what I had had heard and seen.  He disappeared up the stairs  (apparently healed from the experience because I did not help him back)  as I went down the stairs to the basement room of the building.

In the basement room there were people singing to God and they thought they understood God’s embrace, but they were singing what they were told to sing not the words of God.  They were in a closed room and no one could hear them or even see them when the doors were shut.  Some were standing and some were sitting on chairs to show that whether they sat or stood, they were complacent and only followed the man’s lead behind the podium.

Even after a couple of hours after the dream, I was still not quite sure who the man was who didn’t sing, had the oxygen mask and canister, but yet continued to wither away towards death.  As I began writing out the dream, it seemed to me that the man was the personified ‘doctrines of men’ (DOM)  that are dead.  Outside of that room, where those like the man behind the podium sing false doctrines to the complacent, the DOM would die and and with him his false doctrines.  When he left the room, the singing grew louder and penetrated the heavy wooden doors because he was no longer there controlling the leader.  The farther he went from that room, the older he became because there was no one to give life to his lies except some men in black suits.   His bloody toothless mouth were nothing but evidence that he doesn’t have much longer to live and his teeth are losing their ability to bite and destroy.

The men in the black coats and ties were DOM’s lawyers.  They are the self-made men who use man’s legalistic approach to keep DOM alive at all costs. They are the front-men for the demons who are behind all false doctrines.    The ballroom with its wooden floors and decorative ornate trims used to be a the place where doctrines of men danced with faithless women, but has become empty with only a few representatives still singing in the basement.  It was built with wood because someday it will face fire and judgement just as the cobblestones in the square.  The wood will burn; the stones will remain.   The DOM does not accept Romans 11 and the joining of non-Jew with the Jew to worship the God of Israel in Spirit (embrace) and Truth (Shema) therefore they remain separated in a dark basement on plastic chairs that will also met in a fire.

Though it seemed that the people in the basement sang of God’s embrace, they had a false sense of  knowing God because they followed a leader who was controlled by the DOM.  Their songs were not their own rejoicing from their own hearts, but songs created and led by men.   When the dying DOM left the room, their singing became louder because he was no longer able to controlling their leader.  This left DOM a dying man – without oxygen.

I first went to the basement and tried to tell the leader to embrace the others outside.  He refused to listen.  He sent me to the one who controls him: the doctrines of men.  I  confronted the DOM.  He had deaf ears so he had me removed from the basement and away from the leader and the complacent people.   I followed him for a time up some stairs and  tried to be kind to him with his oxygen pole, but he did not appreciate me or what I had to say.  In fact, he was not only angry, but he was fearful.  He was a dying man and he knew I knew it.  He tried to protect himself from me by bringing out the men in suits.   I recognized his protectors as those who are self-made leaders who are nothing more than demons dressed in suits that deceive those who follow them.

The Pillar

I was standing at the pillar outside of a worship-temple of sorts and that was my specified place.  Yeshua spoke to a congregation in Revelation about ‘becoming a pillar’ in the Temple of God so I decided to read Revelation 3:7-13 to see if I could discern some connection between me being at a pillar and being a pillar.

“To the angel of the Messianic Community in Philadelphia, write: ‘Here is the message of HaKadosh, the True One, the one who has the key of David, who, if he opens something, no one else can shut it, and if he closes something, no one else can open it. “I know what you are doing. Look, I have put in front of you an open door, and no one can shut it. I know that you have but little power, yet you have obeyed my message and have not disowned me. Here, I will give you some from the synagogue of the Adversary, those who call themselves Jews but aren’t — on the contrary, they are lying — see, I will cause them to come and prostrate themselves at your feet, and they will know that I have loved you. Because you did obey my message about persevering, I will keep you from the time of trial coming upon the whole world to put the people living on earth to the test.  I am coming soon; hold on to what you have, so that no one will take away your crown.  I will make him who wins the victory a pillar in the Temple of my God, and he will never leave it. Also I will write on him the name of my God and the name of my God’s city, the new Yerushalayim coming down out of heaven from my God, and my own new name. Those who have ears, let them hear what the Spirit is saying to the Messianic communities.”’

©2013 jsixrock

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