“I will pour out My Spirit upon all flesh!” That was the message in the dream. But unlike most dream-plays, I was not the protagonist. Nor was God’s voice speaking to me through another character in the dream. Neither I nor His words remained in subconscious dreamscape, but rather, we were both translated into a loud reverberation, travelling into the real conscious world. Let me explain.
I had been longing to have contact from the Almighty in some way. Or have Him contact me. And as I lay in bed praying, waiting to fall asleep—a year and a half ago now—I asked God, “Please, Father, will You give me a word from You? Would You let me know You are there? Maybe in a dream?”
So, I went on to sleep, and then this voice had found its way into me, and I began to be its vocal cords. And…
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