Dream on 11-6-2023
2:38 a.m.
Red Drum Circle
This was quite an elaborate, extensive & vivid dream.
I was in a large auditorium sized room. No chairs. A group of worship interccessors were gathered in a large circle (say 30-40 feet across) preparing to wait on the LORD in prayer & worship.
(When I say wait...we just begin to worship & do not know which way the Holy Spirit will take us, we wait in expectancy)
I didn't see faces of most of the people except Kent Larsen...who used to be our prayer pastor at our O.C. Vineyard Church.
As we began to worship...I was suddenly in a meadow, a field with indigenous children, who were lighting small grass fires 🔥 around the circumference of the circle (as if doing a ritual dance). They were happy & at ease almost as if in play.
Kent walked across the circle and asked me, (seemingly in the form of a riddle or dark saying),
"If they light a fire 🔥 what is our response?"
I said in trepidation & sadness, "to put it out?". I knew this was the wrong response...but the correct answer....a paradigm.
It was a statement about the state of the church. The subject of our prayer meeting. It was why we were meeting to seek Him for break through.
As these children were doing this, I found myself prostrate face down across the grassy ground, with a short piece of driftwood...thumping the wood on the ground...
for now...
there was a drum beat, as if the circle in the ground was a drum. I was in sync with the rhythm & timing of the beat. The beat was everything to me.
I was on my face before the Living, Sovereign God, The Ancient of Days.
I was unable to lift my head...only my outstretched right hand could continue to pound the ground, like a drum, with my small piece of wood. It was my prayer, my intercession.
This beat continued thru the entire dream. Now the ground was again inside the building...
and as I drummed.... the circle, the carpet, became a beautiful red circle rug with native deer leaping & forest animals woven into the circle.
I knew this tapestry represented real animals who had come and gone amidst the seasons. Animals who had fed & lived in this field. I knew it represented the love of our Creator for all life & living. It was as if I was in the field before the building stood there...
I was moving back & forth between then & now. I was outside of time.
☆I should add, for days I had been humming the melody... "This is my Father's World." I could not seem to shake it. (If you read the lyrics...you will understand)
Still the drum beat went on & on. As I listened on & on... I began to realize I should sit up & become aware of my surroundings, since the meeting seemed to be closing...but...
I was suddenly back in the field. The entire red drum-circle had become an immense round well. It was perfectly, precisely cut into the earth where the fire had been. A perfect circle dug without hands.
As I stared at the edge of this (I did not see down in) I then awoke with the sound of the drum still reverberating inside my Spirit.
I think it's important to note we are approaching our national holiday...of Thanksgiving. The fire 🔥 represents the fire of the Holy Spirit. The drum...The heart beat of Messiah pulsing with our prayers.
The children represent childlike faith & the indigenous peoples of our land...
We need to recognize & hear the sound of First Nations authority in decree, prayer & worship. They have a priority & major role in restoring our nation.
The sound they are preparing to make will be a war cry of true Freedom for all creatures. For all Creation. The driftwood represents both THE Cross & our own humility & humanity.
This is our call as worship warriors... move with His heartbeat...&....
DO NOT PUT OUT THE FIRES OF HOLY SPIRIT!
DO NOT TOUCH WITH MAN'S HANDS what God Almighty has planned & ordained.
The Holy 🔥 Fires will create a supernatural well that is deep and wide for all to quench their thirst for the Living God.
Psalm 42: 1,2
"As the deer pants for Streams of water 💧 so my soul pants for the Living God."
(That was the scripture I had sung before going to bed, before the dream)
Hymn-
"This is My Father's World"
1901 by Maltbie D. Babcock
1. This is my Father's World
& to my listening ears
All nature sings
and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father's World
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks & trees
Of skies & seas
His hand the wonders wrought.
2. This is my Father's World
The birds their carols raise
The morning light
The lily white.
Declare their Masters praise.
This is my Father's World
He shines in all thats fair
In rustling grass
I hear Him pass.
He speaks to me everywhere.
3. This is my Father's World
O let me ne'er forget
That tho the wrong seems
Oh so strong
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's World
The battle is not done
Jesus who died
Shall be satisfied
And earth & heaven One.
Verse 3 (2X)
♡♡♡Special Note: I understand this ties in with a Documentary I watched on the educational TV. It was about some forest management rangers & fire departments 🔥 which are bringing in certain first Nation tribes to teach forest burn management.
A much needed wisdom & skill the tribes developed over centuries.
I need to find the name of the Documentary...
as in the natural...so in the spiritual. 💥
☆☆☆ The time of the song "My Father's World" is important..I believe.
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