It has been many years since I had this dream. Seems a little apropos at least now in my own small little world where all the hubris of prophecy is colliding with the stasis of growth and that coupled with the uncertainty of the future. We all seem to have our Tonka Toys and Army men that we carry around with us in the back of the Red Flyer wagon like we were back in the day. Except now, it’s hard to move forward and move farther into the wilderness. Even when we follow the Lord, our flesh cries out as we bake in the spiritual cleansing that goes on…
I found myself in a V shaped valley of water up to my waist. There was no retreat either right or left as the torrent of water was flowing against me as I earnestly tried to move forward albeit in a futile sense. Something behind me was catching up. It was something evil and foreboding that gave instant chills up my spine. It was an abomination that wanted to kill. Almost as if without words it was understood that the pure hatred was fixed and immutable to the point of my immediate demise. When it came to this crystallized animosity; the only recurrent thought was it wanted me dead.
As the inexorable force of pure hatred was gaining ground I realized that I could no longer continue to escape and the gap was quickly closing. Fear clutched my heart like the cold tentacles of despair. It was right at that very moment that something snapped inside me, something that was not previously thought of or even anticipated.
I gave up and turned around and said “do what you have to do”…
When I turned around and faced this grotesque entity of pure hatred, a newfound presence of relief had swept over my being that was not expected. I knew that it was going to be over and I didn’t need to run upstream any longer where my legs and feet felt like lead and this embodiment of pure evil come what may; it would be finally settled.
To be honest, it was actually a liberating feeling. A little like you give up on the fight not being your own and let go of your abilities no matter what the cost.
At that point this malevolent being fired off what can only be described as three separate fiery darts at me. All I could do was move my upper torso right and left in a quasi slow motion and was able to dodge all three darts.
The thing that happened next was absolutely astonishing:
A stairwell immediately opened on the side of this valley which immediately I knew to run up. As I reached the top, there was a door and it was like an imbedded instinct took over and I opened the door. I was totally not prepared for what was on the other side…
This is where it becomes very difficult to describe what happened next. Words in this sense are like old broken down pieces of rusty dented car frames that cannot begin to describe or enhance with any desired effect.
I opened the door to a room and there were other people on the other side. It was like a “homecoming” but only a million times more potent. And it was saturated with pure joy. The kind of joy where in the Word of God that you hear about and wonder with our finite minds just what exactly were all the Apostles talking about when they tried to describe it themselves. The kind of joy where you have been on some kind of an incredibly long journey and after seemingly insurmountable odds, you had been reunited with the most impossible dream that had miraculously come true. The kind of joy when you thought everything had been lost, and nothing worked, and you feared for your life (like Paul of Tarsus said), and that finally, it was all worth it.
But the most unbelievably true thing to it was: all these people on the other side – couldn’t wait to see you!
I was not prepared for what happened next. It was like one great big giant talk-fest where everyone gathered around and talked. You could actually see their thoughts as they were conveyed and understood forwards and backwards 100%. This in itself was refreshing like drinking cool water on a parched hot desert floor because the dynamic was such that you could see their thoughts from different angles and yet at the same time it was completely articulated and understood. No disambiguation or error. None. Words were obsolete.
There were many people in this room and everyone was completely understood. The totally amazing part was – we were all talking at the same time.
Unfortunately, the things on that side of reality cannot be uttered here.
How long this reunion went on, I don’t know (not long enough). One thing that I do know for sure is we were all of a kindred spirit. Everyone was exactly of the same spirit and it was pure joy just knowing that. There was no rank, power, position, or title.
It was with excruciating pain as I felt myself being pulled away from this place. I remember shouting out in my spirit “don’t go, don’t go, please don’t go”.. The only way it can be described was like flying down into the pollution stained horizon of L.A. and once you reenter the murky atmosphere you quickly realize where you are.
As for the people in this welcome home reunion, I know that they are still there. I have prayed to God many, many times since that encounter so very long ago and I beg Him to please let me see them one more time.
And to please never let me leave that place ever again.
Scott Sepanek
TheRaptureCult.com
P.S. I owe it to anyone that reads this page that: no, this is not psycho babble, this is not New Age, and no, this is not “mysticism”. I consider myself a Bible believing Christian born again as Spiritual Israel and a remnant believer. This really did happen to me in the form of a dream/vision many years ago but never published until now. Scott
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