Chapter 1
Hold On to a Piece of the House! 1 JN 2:24
A recurring dream begins: a tempestuous storm begins the same includes a two-story white home with shutters. As the storm gets stronger the shutters began to fly off the house the storm comes with rain lots of fierce heavy rain. The people looking from the windows began to fly out of the windows into the waters. So much fear and chaos. From The Storm the House breaks apart piece by piece as the water fills the area quickly. As I look on, the people are flying into the water hollering for help!. Help! I yell back out to them, "grab hold to a piece of the house and you won't drown!" "you will not drown!" The water continues to rise up to their necks. The ocean is filled with lots of people yelling and screaming but still holding on to a piece of the house. The storm continues the water spreads far. I noticed as I look to my left, there I see a beautifully brilliant white door that suddenly appear upon the waters. At its first appearance the door was closed. But suddenly it opened! I see hrough the open door that stood upright on the water I can clearly see through the door a burning white flame of fire. It was burning fiercely on top of the water. The many waters did not snuff the fire out. In my amazement I yelled out White Fire! White Fire! White Fire! suddenly the fire rushes to me through the open door into my arms. I'm cradling what was just seen as unquenchable fire on the many waters, is now a baby completely cradled in my arms. I can see into the baby's eyes what looked like the world actively moving around. I see the world moving around! I noticed the baby has a cloth on, maybe white but not really. The baby is wrapped in the cloth. Amazingly enough!There is no particular color to the baby but the eyes look like that of the world on a spear turning around it kind of resemble the waters I had just seen the burning flames of white fire on. I felt unworthy to be looking at this site. I was stunned looking inside the baby's eyes. It looked like I could see far far into the eyes and then I wake up. "But the anointing which you have received from HIM abides in you, and you do not need that anyone; but as the same anointing teaches you concerning all things, and is tru, and is not a lie, and just as it has taught you, you will abide in Him In the beginning, waves crashed, winds howled, yet my focus was drawn to a singular, impossible sight – a brilliant white fire burning on the water, untouched by the churning chaos around it. In the recurring dream, each time, I am an observer, separate yet deeply connected. What a beautiful indescribable experience! Next, I will attempt to interpret the entire dream.
The tempest always began the same. A low rumble, a darkening sky that bled from bruised purple to an inky, impenetrable black. Then the wind, a furious breath that tore at the edges of the world, whipping the sea into a frenzy of white-capped peaks and deep, hungry troughs. And through it all, the house. A two-story dwelling, starkly white against the brewing storm, its shutters rattling like frantic teeth. It always stood precariously on the water, an island in the churning chaos, a home adrift.
I was always on the outside, looking in, or perhaps, more accurately, looking *out*. A silent witness to the unfolding drama. The rain would begin, not a gentle shower, but a deluge, thick and heavy, lashing down with a ferocity that seemed intent on washing the very world away. The shutters, once so firmly fixed, would begin to loosen, then tear free, flung into the maelstrom like broken promises. And