Satan is Huffing and Puffing

I had a remarkable dream this morning.

I was in bed, in my favorite bedroom in my grandfather’s house. For some reason, my sister and one aunt were there.

My grandparents were still dead. They didn’t appear in the dream.

There were items on the floor of the room, in the corner. Things that were part of the estate.

One item was an Inuit soapstone sculpture. My dad took me to Alaska when I was 12, and he brought back a soapstone sculpture by an artist named Luke. It wasn’t very good. Made for tourists. It was an Inuit carrying a dead seal. In my dream, my grandfather had bought one, too, although he didn’t really go to Alaska with us. His carving was also an Inuit carrying a seal, but it was much nicer than the one my dad bought.

When I left Miami in 2017, I threw the real sculpture out. I had read that these sculptures had religious significance to the Inuits, and I wasn’t about to keep an idol in my house. I set it beside the road in the trash heap. American Indians worship demons and practice witchcraft. I told my friend Mike about it, and he loves to joke about how much he loved the sculpture and wishes I had given it to him.

In the dream, I put my grandfather’s sculpture on the bed, and I took a picture and sent it to Mike. The seal had turned into a wolf.

The house shook. It felt as though it had jumped 6 inches in the air and come back down. I heard wind howling outside, pressing against a window that faced east. In real life, there was no such window. The bedroom window faces north.

I wasn’t worried. I thought about the age of the house. It had been there since 1965, and nothing had hurt it.

Then the window broke. A piece of lumber had flown into it, breaking the grids and glass in the upper half of the window. Wind blew into the room, but I didn’t really feel it. I saw objects sailing toward the window, from yards away. They moved horizontally, as though something carried them. My longstanding feeling that the house was a safe shelter was instantly destroyed.

I moved to the left side of the window. There were about 18 inches of wall and then a corner. I stood in the corner. Nothing inside the room was damaged, and I wasn’t afraid. I watched with interest.

When I woke up, I wondered if the dream meant anything.

Here is what it seems to mean. My sister represents the world. Not the planet; the people. Not all of the people; just the overwhelming majority who don’t know God at all. This makes sense, because years ago, God gave me this phrase: “The whole world is like my sister.” She thinks she’s smarter than everyone else, and she can’t listen, so she doesn’t have God’s guidance or protection.

My aunt represented weak Christians.

The house represented America. It was a place I thought of as home, and I thought it was a safe haven. Lots of arrogant Americans think America is safe and invincible. That’s nuts.

The storm was the approaching tribulation. The airborne junk was Satan’s missiles. When the house jumped, it was Satan, being allowed to shake the world and start the torment.

This is how I see it, after praying.

I was in the house, but the house wasn’t my protection. When the place I thought of as my protection turned out to be open to attack, I was fine. I don’t know what happened to my aunt and my sister.

I believe that when my sister appears in dreams, she represents the people and spirits who belong to Satan. Worldly people and evil spirits that drive them; worldly people are the children of Satan and the body of the Antichrist. I think when she appears in my dreams, it means the forces of the fallen world are trying to call me back.

It’s unappealing, to say the least. My sister is the most repugnant person I know. Just to be in a room with her is to suffer. The only way she brings people happiness is to leave. People dread her arrival and celebrate her departure. When she fell in a ditch, broke her leg in two places, and had to move out of my aunt’s house and stop tormenting her, my aunt, my cousin, and I thought it was an answer to prayer. There is no possibility that I will ever interact with her again, unless I am forced.

I refer to her as my former sister or my biological sister.

One of the great things about my walk with God is that he separated me from people who make me miserable. The thought of going back is ridiculous.

I know some people who are reading this have abusive spouses or spirit-crushing bosses. Imagine life without them. What could any of them offer you to make you go back? It’s unthinkable. Death would be better.

A Youtube preacher who heals people has posted a video about a recent dream. He was with a group of people, and he was wearing a white shirt. He noticed blood on the back of his shirt, but no one else saw it. He went up a set of stairs and went to a room where there was “a rack of priestly garments.” He changed clothes. He wasn’t hurt.

He thinks the dream is about Mike Pence, refusing to take his own stand on things and putting the burden on the president. I don’t think that’s right.

In the Bible, Jesus is represent by a stairway. In Jacob’s dream, Jesus was a stairway to heaven, and angels were walking up and down on him. People call the stairway a ladder, but that comes from the King James Bible, not the Hebrew. In Hebrew, the word translated “ladder” can mean “stairway,” just as “ladder” means “stairway” to a sailor.

I believe the dream is about the rapture.

Christians are being betrayed on earth, and betrayal is something your friends and relatives do to you. If your enemies hurt you, it’s not betrayal. Betrayal is treachery. Christians are betrayed by people who claim they, too, are Christians, every day. They vote for our persecutors. They belittle people who have the gifts of the Holy Spirit. They preach lies in order to take our money. They’re hypocrites. They were never really on our side. They stab us in the back.

Prophecy says we will be taken to heaven in the rapture. There, we will have to have “wedding garments,” because Jesus will have a 7-year wedding. He made it clear that people who don’t have wedding garments won’t be allowed in. The Bible says we are kings and priests, so priestly garments and wedding garments should be the same things.

Prophecy also says raptured people will return to rule with Jesus after the tribulation.

It all matches up with the dream. Jesus, the stairway, is the one who raptures people. When we’re raptured, we will put on new garments. Our wounds, like his, will be healed.

The rapture will be a sifting. The betrayers will fall through the sieve and stay here to experience hell on earth.

Maybe his dream was not prophetic, but it sure looks like it was.

I can’t swear my dream came from God, or that it predicts the future, but dreams have been reliable for me in the past.

The things I predicted regarding the Internet continue to come true. They’re pushing us off the web. Twitter just banned President Trump permanently, and Facebook has locked his account. Google and Apple have banned Parler, the conservative Twitter clone, from their stores. You have to download and install it elsewhere. They claim they will not distribute communication apps that don’t have censorship. Supposedly, conservatives involved in storming the Capitol expressed support on Parler. Parler says it has a mechanism for getting rid of dangerous content, but Google and Apple reject it.

I signed up for Parler, but I don’t use it because it’s useless. We can’t replace the social giants with social midgets. It will never work. We’re like Jews trying to mitigate the effects of the Nuremberg laws. Satan is the god of this world, and he controls the Internet. We’re not going to win on that battlefield.

We don’t need to communicate with each other using gadgets if we communicate with the Holy Spirit, but only a small percentage of us do that. The rest of us are worldly and feeble. They’re worthless as warriors. They’re like arthritic old ladies trying to fight tanks with pugil sticks.

I wonder if they’ll get me after violence sweeps across America. I own this domain, and I pay the hosting fees, but what does that mean, in a pre-tribulation America? Will my insignificant blog draw their attention? If it does, there won’t be anything I can do when they delete it.

My hosting company is in Utah. Maybe it’s run by Mormons. If so, maybe there will be some resistance. Mormons tend to be conservative.

If I understand God correctly, I keep hearing him say this mess won’t touch me. I hope that’s true. if things go as expected, a lot of people are going to be hurt, and I prefer not to be involved. There will presumably be mob theft, arson, murder, rape, and torture. We should expect lots of dead bodies, along with things like amputations and crippling.

Civil wars are interesting, because the hatred is more intense than it is in wars between nations. It takes much longer to forgive. The Japanese were the most vile, cruel, sick, racist enemies we ever faced, but 5 years after Hiroshima, the US and Japan were buddies. I don’t think America’s future conflict will work that way.

I don’t want to be part of the violence, whether as victim or perpetrator, and I don’t look forward to poverty or starvation, either. I would much rather go upstairs. I don’t want to stay here, and I definitely don’t want to go to the basement. I hate the prospect of being ruled by sadistic, benighted, self-righteous statists here on earth, and the beings that rule in hell are just like them, only many times worse.

It’s disturbing to see people who claim to know the Holy Spirit talk about shooting leftists and having executions. They’re on the wrong track, and their remarks will make it easier for the Antichrist’s people to justify coming after us. Saying you listen to the Holy Spirit will only make you look more dangerous. I really don’t believe the Holy Spirit is advocating violence. Think about Peter and the Garden of Gethsemane.

I agree with the angry future combatants (both camps) about one thing: I want it over with. I feel like the universe is on pause.